#Johnathan Byers defense

[strangertheories]

Hello! I wanted to get another opinion on something ST related (obviously). What did you think about the duffel bags deleting the scene with Jonathan taking unsolicited pics of Nancy?

I personally am not for it since it feels like erasure. Plus they never addressed it (at least from my memory, i only watched the seasons when they came out) and it's one of the reasons I'm so iffy on Jonathan as a character.

I actually think I'd like Jonathan a lot if he didn't do that to Nancy. He seems like a good brother and son but after absolutely no follow-up on that incident, I just can't look past it. I also wonder how all the Jonathan fans and Jancy fans can since it's such a bad thing. No hate tho, just curious.

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Honestly it feels similar to when people like Billy, he's racist and an overall dick????? Maybe it's just a case of misogyny and dudes getting away with more bad stuff but Nancy stands up for herself once and she gets hated on more than Jonathan or Billy so, idk. But that's another ask for another day.

I'm still not sure of the editing thing. I watched the scene and you don't see him take a photo but the camera moves down from Nancy to Barb which shows he was looking at her and later, he still has the photo of her topless. The writers say it wasn't edited, so maybe after we found out they might be editing other stuff people mandela affect-ed themselves into thinking he took the photo in the scene. If it was edited, I don't know why because why would they have scenes about it. But either way, I wouldn't call it erasure because he definitely takes the photo. If they did edit it, which I don't think so, I agree that's a weird thing to do but because of all of the follow up later with the photo and the apologies, I don't mind too much.

I think you might be misremembering things because there was follow-up on the incident. He apologized to Nancy and clearly felt a ton of remorse, but Nancy forgave him for it. It wasn't talked about as much because I think it was overshadowed by other events and also because Nancy and the audience knew it wasn't creepily motivated. That scene where she asked what she was saying where she called him a pretentious creep whilst being a genuine criticism of him was more about how Nancy knows Johnathan is right about her being disingenuous and that in the photos he was capturing her not pretending for a bit. Y'know, when she wasn't 'bullshit'.

I'm not going to lie, I do still like Johnathan and I think Jancy is cute even though I am a Ronance shipper (and it's at the very least superior to st*ncy). If this was real life, absolutely I'd not forgive him. But I think the photos were more metaphorical. Johnathan is isolated from others his own age and he has no friends, so when he's taking photos of Nancy and the others, it's a metaphor for how he's an outsider looking in and he's using these photos as a way to try to understand people. Was it boundary crossing and gross? Absolutely. But I think because I see his personal view and because we know he's not being a perv that I'm able to move past it.

He's a really good son and brother as you said and whilst his actions were reprehensible, I'm able to move past it. He's so supportive of Will and I know that if Byler happens, he's going to be so nice about it or if it's unrequited, he's going to help Will through it so well. He's the best ally (sorry Steve) in the show since S1 where he told Will he doesn't have to like things because society and his homophobic dad tells him to. It's the same thing with Steve, he was pretty awful in S1, being a homophobic bully who slut shamed Nancy very publicly (which is still not ok even if his friend did it or he thought she cheated). But he showed remorse for his actions and made up for them and went on to become a really great character, which is similar to Johnathan.

On your point about male characters getting away with more, you are completely correct. The amount of hate characters like Robin and Nancy get is astounding to me. Yes Nancy was a bit classist in her argument with Johnathan, but he was a bit sexist as well and the whole point is that they're both privileged in some ways but also not in others and they needed to work through that to understand each other better. And I think having a blind spot and working through it is way more forgiveable than taking unsolicited photographs or spray painting that someone's a slut and yet Johnathan and in particular Steve are more beloved than Nancy.

Don't know if I'd compare Johnathan (or Steve) to Billy though because whilst their actions were rooted in sexism and homophobia, we saw them grow out of that but Billy just got mind flayed, died and had a sad backstory and people took that as a redemption arc. Which no, we saw no evidence he was no longer a racist abuser. But if Billy wasn't a woman or conventionally attractive, you'd be cancelled into oblivion for liking him and rightfully so.

You can feel free to argue with me but this is my kind of Johnathan defense. I didn't mention how I hc him as autistic which would explain his issues with boundaries and seeing people interact but not understanding why they are hiding (although it still doesn't explain them) which also plays into why I feel more inclined to forgive him, but that's not canon so I won't use that as a defense. Thanks for the ask! (:

#stranger things #johnathan byers #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #byler #anti billy hargoves #Johnathan Byers defense #st1 #johnathan byers is autistic #byers family

[autistic-stedebonnet]

i think it’s time we discuss johnathan byers because he is actually an incredibly complicated and interesting character and i hate how everyone boils him down to just. creepy stoner.

#also like #he did some shitty things but i think he’s grown a lot since season 1 tbh #i also might be fiercely defensive of him because a lot of criticisms people have of him feel ableist #not talking about people criticizing the camera shit cause that was creepy #but people mocking like- his mannerisms and shit #when a lot of that stuff is what makes me hc him as autistic #anyways #johnathan byers deserves better #johnathan byers #stranger things

[yovrnewromantic]

THE LINE—

pairings: steve harrington x henderson!reader

1 — part 2 coming soon…

words: 3.6k

Summary: You realize the line between love and hate is very thin as you babysit and monster hunt alongside Steve Harrington.

Leaning pathetically against your locker, you banged your head against the metal, tugging on the end of your cheerleading skirt that got caught in the door when you slammed it shut. It’s your fault really, you were so happy to get it open for once. Of course, it had to be too good to be true.

“Need some help with that?”

Your lips swerved into a smile at the familiar voice, leaning away from your locker to look at one of your favorite girls.

“Yes, Nancy. Please!” you pleaded, laughing as the girl stepped forward, easily opening your locker door, not even needing to ask the combination from the amount of times she’s had to open it.

Nancy Wheeler smiled smugly when your locker opened, releasing you and your skirt.

Nancy had been one of your best friends since you moved to Hawkins along with Chrissy Cunningham and Heather Holloway. At twelve years old, you were anxious, but to your surprise, extremely charismatic. You found friends like wildflowers, something you loved, but Nancy was one of the best. She was like a rose, beautiful and smart, something that drew you to her in the first place.

“My savior! How could I ever repay you?” you joked, mocking a princess before laughing at your own joke, tugging your books tighter to your hip.

Nancy grimaced. “Well,” she started, and your brows furrowed, making you feel uneasy, “Firstly, by not being too mad…”

Nancy shoved a note in your face. You squinted reading the words that alert you that King fucking Steve was waiting for your best friend in the bathroom, wanting to make out. Gross.

“Ew,” you stated, playful smile turning into a pout. Your shoulders slumped, concern kicking in rather than disgust. “Harrington? Really, Nance? You could do so, so much better.”

To you, Steve Harrington was the worst person at Hawkins high. A real player who had absolutely no consideration for anyone’s feeling but his own and his stupid little posse. Generally a piece of shit.

“You owe me,” she mutters, shrugging her shoulder to try to rid her mind of what you were implying, what she had already been anxious about.

“I just think it’s a bad idea,” you say softly, trying not to hurt the poor girls feelings, but really you were just trying to help.

“And why’s that?” she asks, on the defensive.

You shake your head, holding yourself back from rolling your eyes. “He’s a bad idea,” you state simply. “He treats girls like shit and you know better to accept that.”

“You don’t know him.”

“I know that he dumped Charlotte after he had sex with her,” you offered, looking at her with a raised brow. Nancy rolls her eyes.

“Well, that’s Charlotte. And I’m going to see him,” she announces, a little like she’s singing.

Sighing disappointedly, the bell rings in your ears. Great, you’re late.

You give Nancy a look already walking backwards towards your first period. “Make good decisions. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“You wouldn’t go out with him the first place!” she calls back, looking at you with a playful expression.

“Exactly.” You smile, finally turning around and heading to your class. When you fully turn, your smile disappears.

Something about Steve makes you anxious, fills your body with unease whenever you two make eye contact when your both at your lockers. You hate the way he smiles smugly at you. And you hate that he’s going after another one of your friends, the fear of her getting hurt makes your stomach ache.

This time, if he hurts her, you hurt him.

And that’s exactly what happened.

You were on your evening walk, frowning at the missing poster you see of Will Byers, your little brother’s best friend and Johnathan Byers, one of your best friends, brother. It’s a saddening sight, especially since the young boy’s funeral. Absolutely heartbreaking.

Frustration is throbbing through your body. You feel helpless, unable to find the boy despite having helped put up posters and searched through the woods countlessly.

You were also angry with yourself for allowing your brother out of the house when you heard the news, letting him and his friends set out in search for him themselves because your heart ached looking into your brother’s teary eyes as he begged you not to tell mom that you caught him sneaking out.

It was stupid, that you told him to keep his walking on him, stay with his friends, and to stay safe or you’d fucking kill him. You’re a shitty sister.

You were an idiot. An idiot people pleaser who never knew when to say no to her friends and family. It was stupid that when your empathetic heart feels their pain you resort to the worse stress reliever, and contradictory to your guilty conscience, violence.

“Harrington, you better get your ass down from that ladder right now!”

You saw him from a mile away, the words spray painted on the movie theatre that you would always take your brother and his friends. The only thing you could make out of it was that Steve fucking Harrington was caught defaminating one of your best friend’s names while vandalizing the cinema.

Steve’s eyes went wide at the sight of you, the beautiful girl who ignored and criticized his every move. His ex-girlfriends best friend. His heart raced at your angry expression. His cheeks probably got a little red too.

“Henderson, what the hell are you doing here?” he asked, sponge pausing its movement to look down at you. Steve had completely forgotten what it looked like had happened, oblivious to everything else around him, his entire focus on you. His fake innocence only made you angrier.

Ignoring his question, you fumed, “Get your ass down or I’m pushing you off this damn ladder!”

Steve’s eyes widened as he muttered curses under his breath, quickly climbing down from the ladder. You pretended that seeing his face bloody and bruised didn’t make your stomach ache.

“Jesus, what your pro—,” You shoved him, and he stumbled back, arms stretched out as his back hits the ladder, “blem!”

“You wrote this? You called Nancy a slut?!”

You pushed him again, and he stumbled again, still looking at you like you’re crazy. He caught your wrists when you went to push him again.

Your hands were held at his chest, pulling you into his chest despite how you try to plant your feet, to stay away from him. Steve still has an bizzare look on his face as he looks down at you, cheeks pink and he’s slightly out of breathe from how he scrambled to grab your wrists.  Steve rapidly shakes his head, blurting, “What? No! No, I didn’t!”

You let out a scoff, nodding sarcastically as if you believed him. “So… you just cleaning it up? Bullshit,” you spit, and Steve looks almost hurt by your insinuation.

“Yes! “ He announced, running a hand through his hair when you tugged your wrists free. “I didn’t write this!”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked at him accusingly, like he was stupid. “Then who did, Harrington?”

“Tommy.”

“Oh, you’re best friend!” you exclaimed, “That totally makes so much of a difference.”

“No, Henderson, — I.” He groaned. He glanced around, breathing out of his mouth before he pinched his nose. “I should’ve stopped him, I know, but I’m cleaning this up now. I’m trying to fix it.”

“Because you got caught?”

“No! I just—,” he shook his head. “I’m not… friends with those assholes anymore. I just wanna help.”

Really? you thought to yourself. Your nose scrunched as you scanned him up and down for a second with repulsion. He’s not friends with Tommy and Carol anymore? That’s hard to believe.

Your interrogation seemed never ended, and you still had the urge to punch him in the face despite the cuts and bruises that stand prominent on his handsome face. You wet your lips, ignoring your natural concern and continuing. “Help? Help what?”

“I wanna apologize,” he said. “To Nance.”

“Really?” you deadpanned.  Steve arms waved wildly before he poked to fingers into his forehead, closing his eyes.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Is it that hard to believe?”

“Yeah, it is, King Steve,” you scoffed, before you let your thoughts slip into your words. You switch your footing, voice quieting ever so slightly when you ask, “What happened to your face?”

He paused.

“Byers,” Steve replied embarrassed, not even looking at you as your eyes widen.

“Really?” You sound surprised, and you are. The boy who’s been the nicest to you, one of your best friends ever since you’d gotten to town. Your babysitting buddy. The boy who’s brother was missing.

“Johnathan did that?” You ask. When he nods, you hum. “You deserved it.”

“I know.”

Humming, you look at Steve for a second, checking out his bloodied face and red knuckles. Next to his foot is the sponge he was using, it’s turning red and it looks like it’s decomposing from overuse. It makes you clear your throat when you catch his eyes again.

Quietly, almost whispering, you ask, “Do you love her?” You gulp, specifying, “Nancy?”

He sighed, and he looked at you for a good minute, clearly contemplating. Truth be told, he didn’t know. She was… different from his other girlfriend.

Steve would be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t like you. He knew he did, since last year and you walked in wearing a pretty little sundress and gave him attitude when he offered to be your prince charming and open your locker. Maybe he liked Nancy a lot, but he didn’t know if you could love someone and stare at their best friend when their back was turned.

He swallowed, shrugging. “I don’t know.”

You don’t like him. You don’t like him. You don’t like him.

Steve’s word make you nod to yourself, ignoring the relief you feel that he’s not in love with her for Nancy’s sake. Clearly, Steve was a shitty teenage boy, and even worse boyfriend, but you believed in change.

“You really want to make things right?” you question, still trying to keep your guard up despite how you feel them crashing down around you. Goddammit, you hate Steve Harrington.

“Yes,” he groaned, meaningfully.

In your head, you were screaming. Blood curdling, a homicide victim type of screaming, and it’s so loud, so so freaking loud that you couldn’t hear your own thoughts. Maybe, that’s why you make a dumb decision.

You shrug, already turning around to start walking. “Okay, then. Let’s go.”

“Wait, what? Where?”

“To go see Nancy,” you scoffed, as if it was common knowledge. Impatiently, you said, “Come on, I don’t want to be seen with you.”

You trudged forward, once white sneakers thumping against the sidewalk. Behind you, you can hear Steve jog forward, eager to catch up with you.

It doesn’t take long, but the moment he’s beside you, words spill from his lips, quickly. “I— I have my car.”

Pausing in your step, you begrudgingly looked at Steve, quite relieved that you don’t have to walk all the way to Jonathan’s house. “Okay. Where?”

“Over here,” Steve says, almost out of breath as he points to his car. You head towards it without a second thought, harshly pulling on his passenger car door and glaring at him when it doesn’t open.

Steve looks at you strangely, kinda of afraid of you, and he puts his key in before opening the door for you. You don’t look at him, not even when he gets inside the driver seat and starts the car, too busy staring out the window.

“Do you, um, want any music?” Steve stutters, looking at you hesitantly. You roll your eyes.

“You not talking is enough for me,” you smile, sarcastically.

“Oh,” Steve deadpans, biting his lips at he turns away from you, ready to drive.

Great, now you feel bad. You offer, “What do you have?”

“Yeah— yeah, I have Beat It, some AC/DC, Uptown Girl—

“Uptown Girl, please,” you cut him off.  Your casual manners make Steve blush. You don’t even notice that you said it, and it reminds Steve how good you are. You were solid good.

A good girl.

A nice girl.

And one who wants nothing to do with him.

Go figure.

Steve realizes how fucked up his mind is as his knuckles turn white on the stirring wheel. He starts to drive, listening to you hum while starring out the window, sometimes cutting yourself off to tell him directions to Jonathan’s house.

When he asked why there, you said that he had to apologize to Jonathan first. He listens to you for reasons he could not comprehend, because he found himself trusting you despite how much you must hate because he knows you.

In the hallways, he’d watched you tell freshmen directions, laugh on your way to class, help kids who would drop things. You’d barely notice the boys that trailed after you that you thought were only friends, and he’d watch you scold them whenever they were mean to some freak, or nerd, or geek, in the halls.

You were nice. The nicest girl at that damn school, and unbeknownst to you, The Queen Of Hawkins High.

He can’t keep his eyes off you, and he’s never felt guiltier. He let his friend call his girlfriend a slut while he was yearning to kiss her best friend on the way to apologize to her. There was something wrong with him. Steve shook his head, letting his eyes part from you and focus on the road.

The drive was slow, but the moment the car parked in the Byers’ driveway, you were quick to usher Steve out.

“Go,” you wave.

“What?” Steve’s heart races. “Right— right now?”

“When else?” you blink.

“Shouldn’t we rehearse something?”

You sigh, holding back a much needed eye roll. A fake smile props on your lips. “‘Jonathan, I’m sorry for fighting you in the middle of the street. That one’s on me,’” you say. “‘Oh, and I feel bad for smashing your camera to little bits. How about I buy you a new one with my daddy’s money?’” You drop your smile. “That good?”

“The camera wasn’t my fault,” he justified.

 “I know, I was there. Still, that doesn’t make what you did right, so get out of the car and apologize,” you punctuated.

Steve mouth gaped. Then, he begrudgingly unbuckles his seat belt and grumbles under his breath, stepping out the vehicle. He slams the car door shut.

You snorted a laugh, sinking into Steve’s comfy car seats.

From where your sat, you have a clear viewing of the show. You’re not sure whether or not Jonathan will forgive him. Apart of you hopes he doesn’t. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

What did surprise you was watching Steve, under the warm yellow glow from the Byers house lights, pound on the door and then eventually force his way in.

Hastily, you trailed after him, leaves crunching under your quick feet.

“Steve!” you called once in the door way. “This wasn’t what we talked about…”

The words died in your throat as your eyes scattered across the room, the sight of Jonathan, a shit ton of weapons his living room table and Nancy with a gun pointed at Steve’s face had you had you bewildered.

“You two need to leave now!” Jonathan said, but you were more focused on Nancy’s count down, gun still pointed at Steve.

Before you could think, you were shoving yourself in between Steve, Jonathan, and the gun, hand raised in defense. The mass of Christmas lights around you flickered briskly with your final shout, “What is going on?”

Few words between Nancy and Jonathan end with Steve Harrington, grabbing your wrist and dragging you down the hall into a bedroom as a venus-flytrap looking bear rips apart the ceiling.

“What the hell was that,” Steve yelled along with a variety of curses.

“Shut up!” Nancy and Jonathan shouted, synchronized.

You and Steve shared a feared look.

Pounds and gurgles erupt from the other side of the door until they suddenly stopped. In the silence, Nancy and Jonathan exit the room, Steve and you right behind them.

“Are you going to tell us what that was?” you rasped desperately.

Nancy’s reply was short. “A demogorgon.”

You recognized that name. “Like—,” you brows pinched together. “From DnD?”

“That’s what the boys said.”

“The boys,” you repeated. “Like Dustin, Lucas, and Mike? They know about this?”

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry but we don’t have time for the questions. It’s going to come back, and you two,” she gestures to you and Steve, “need to leave. Right now.”

Breathing heavy, and with the shake of your head, you said, “No.”

“Yes, go,” Nancy said, stepping closer. You were the same height, she couldn’t intimidate you, not even with a gun in her hand. You weren’t going to leave, especially because of the newfound fear of that thing going after your brother.

“Y/N,” Steve tried, eager for the door.

“No, you go,” you said to Steve then turned to Nancy, “I’m staying so either let me help kill it or I’ll stand here and be bait.”

“Fine,” Nancy said.

Jonathan threw you a lighter. “Throw this into the carpet when it’s here.”

Steve felt pathetic watching the three of you. He didn’t want to leave and be a coward, but he didn’t want to die either. One thought over powered the other and he sprinted to his car, but seeing rapid flickering lights, he forced himself back inside.

After swinging a crowbar at the demogorgon and watching it swallow it whole, you were sure you were going to die. You fell back, squeaking in despair as you did so. The demogorgon’s mouth widen, and you may have gotten a little teary eyed at the sight of Jonathan and Nancy on the floor, looking helpless as well.

But to your shock, Steve Harrington jumped in front of you, swinging a bat like he hadn’t quit baseball in seventh grade.

What happened next was blur, but you remember Steve Harrington forcing you to your feet and the sight of a demogorgon enveloped in flames.

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With shallow breaths, you sat on the wooden porch in front of the Byers’ house, illuminated by a singular warm lantern, recollecting the previous events. Mind racing, you hardly notice the body next to yours.

Well, until, and hand landed on your shoulder. It’s large, much bigger than your own. Your eyes traced the arm up to its owner, seeing a bloody, concerned face staring back at you.

“You okay?” Steve asked, and your heart swelled the slightest bit at his worry. He had just almost killed himself and he was worried about you.

Your eyebrows twitched, the undying desire to hate him still present. “Yeah,” you choked, “I’m fine.”

Steve nodded. He retracted the hand off your shoulder slowly, which you were grateful for. Nancy and Johnathan’s dull chatter filled the void, the four of you too nerved to fully close the front door.

Clearing your throat, you said, not looking at him. “Thank you for — um — saving my life.”

When Steve spoke, you turned to him. “Anybody would’ve done the same.”

“No they wouldn’t have,” you said, entire body angling towards him. You kept your hands in your lap, tediously explaining, “They would’ve ran for the hills, like you should’ve, but you didn’t. So thanks. I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it,” he griped, but you shook your head with a scoff, readjusting yourself to look straight forward. You went silent again. Not far from you, you can hear the engine of a car, smell the toxic carbon monoxide polluting the air.

Steve Harrington saved your life. King Steve Harrington saved your life.

Laughing to yourself, you eyed Steve carefully. “I never would’ve taken you for a hero, Harrington.”

“Guess you were wrong,” Steve chuckled. His eyes shone particularly bright in the moonlight.

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking to your lap, “maybe about a lot of things too.”

You hadn’t known why you said that. Steve’s lips parted at your words, a dumbfounded look forming on his face.

“Y/N!”

Immediately, your head whipped to the noise. Your eyes widened with recognition to the voice. “Dustin!” you shouted, voice echoing off the trees in question.

A car pulled up, and in the back windows you could see three smiling faces in the window.

Smiling. They’re okay, you told yourself. And free to yell.

“You boys are so lucky.” The words came out forced, a quiver in your voice at the pure relief you feel, rushing to the boys off the porch and watching the three of them exit the car safely. “You could’ve gotten yourselves killed,” you snapped. “Why didn’t you told me?”

Only after you spoke did you notice their red rimmed eyes.

Your lips twitched into a frown. Swallowing back your own tears, you pulled Dustin, Lucas, and Mike into a hug. “I’m so glad you all are okay.”

Vaguely, blue and red flashing lights pull up onto the driveway of the Byers’ house. Police step out their car with questioning looks. It’s not long before one offers to take you and your brother home.

Glancing behind you, Steve Harrington’s eyes found yours swiftly, as if they had been trained to you this entire time. Hesitantly, you raised your hand, not very high, but just visibly for him to see. You gave Steve a small wave.

He smiled at you, and you were sure that it hurt.

been meaning to write a steve fic for a while. he’s so boyfriend and i’m a huge hopelessly pining/enemies to lovers girly

not my best, probably will rewrite in the future

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[hawkins-losers]

Can you do 51 where reader is friends with Johnathan while being with Steve and Steve gets jealous thinking it’ll be another Nancy and Johnathan situation?

(‘’Your jealousy is showing.’’)

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‘’Jonathan Byers? Since when are you seeing Jonathan Byers?’’ 

Right before lunch ended, Steve had pulled you in an empty classroom, a million of questions burning the tip of his tongue. He had caught you at your locker with him, smiling and making plans to meet tomorrow night. 

Steve trusted you, but the situation gave him too much déjà vu.

You took his accusation with a grain of salt, knowing how it must’ve seemed like from Steve’s perspective, and explained yourself. ‘’I’m not ‘seeing him’. I need visuals for a school project and he happens to be great at photography. That’s all.’’ 

‘’I can help you. I have a camera.’’ 

As sweet as he was being by offering his help, you let out a small chuckle, remembering Steve’s ‘talents’ in photography. ‘’Babe, I don’t want to offend you, but you don’t have an artistic eye. Jonathan takes really beautiful pictures. Have you seen them? He publishes in the school’s newspaper.’’

 ‘’Does he?’’ He shrugged. ‘’I didn’t know.’’ 

There was a green tint of jealousy on Steve’s skin, making you want to roll your eyes. You knew he was protective of you, but you would’ve never taken him for the jealous type. 

You gave him a stern eye. ‘’Will you stop that?’’ 

‘’Stop what?’’ he asked, playing the innocent card.

‘’Check yourself in the mirror, your jealousy is showing.’’ 

'’Me? Jealous of Jonathan Byers?’’ Steve scoffed, shaking his head as if it was the most ridiculous thing. ‘’It’s not jealousy. Why would I be jealous of him? I’m just-’’ His face softened, going from defensive and irritation to worry and fear. ‘’I’m tired of losing to Jonathan fucking Byers, okay? I...I’m scared this is going to be another Nancy situation.’’

His eyes were down, feeling insecure following his confession.

‘’Steve...’’ 

Your heart ached, now understanding his point of view. Last year, when he and Nancy were dating, he lost her to Jonathan. After seeing you with him, he got worried it would happen again.

You grabbed his cheeks and forced him to look at you. ‘’I’d never do that to you. Jonathan and I are just friends,’�� you promised. 

‘‘Nancy swore they were just friends too, but look how things ended.’‘  

‘‘I’m not Nancy, okay? You’re the only one in my heart.’’ You leaned to kiss his cheek, trying to reassure him. 

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[slasher-male-wife]

ok so thank god I got a picture of it but I accidentally posted this before it was ready so I have to like re do it :(. Anyway as an autistic person I get comments about it all the damn time and it’s so fucking annoying. I love writing fics like these because I can talk shit about people without getting in trouble for it. The joys of being a writer.

Includes: Lester and Bo Sinclair, Steve Harrington, Johnathan Byers and Eddie Munson

Warnings: Strong language, ableism, cannon murder and violence 

Lester Sinclair

If you two are picking someone up and they start to comment on something like you stimming or not picking up on their town he’s gonna put on the “I sound polite but I want to beat the shit out of you” tone that most southern people have. 

“I’d ‘priceate if ya didn’t make those comments bout him.” 

He will defend you and your actions no matter what it is you’re doing. Not making eye contact? “He’s just shy is all.” bouncing your leg or stimming in another way? “Why does it matter if he’s movin a bit?” Didn’t pick up on a joke they made? “Well maybe it just wasn’t that funny ya know?” 

I feel like he might be on the spectrum a bit too. Maybe that’s just me projecting onto him but idk. Totally gonna stick up for you and not let you take their shit. 

Bo Sinclair 

Just like Lester he doesn’t deal with that shit. If someones making fun of you while you wait for him to help them out and you can’t pick up on it dear lord the man is seeing red. 

“How bout y’all leave him alone? It’s not real polite of ya to say those things to him.” 

He honestly doesn’t care if you stim and if you explain about how it like really helps you he will encourage it a lot. He won’t let people shame you out of stimming. 

Someone messing with your sensory issues? He’s got it covered. He’ll get them away from you as soon as possible and make sure to check that you’re doing fine. 

Steve Harrington

He’ll stay calm while handling it. He’ll offer you his hand to squeeze while he deals with the person/people at hand. He won’t be super rude at first. But if he has to he will get nasty. 

“How about you shut the fuck up. Who cares if he doesn’t look you in the eye?”

If you’re stressed after dealing with all of that he will do something for you to cheer you up. Talk to him about your special interest or let him get you one of your safe foods. 

He will always defend you and help you learn how to stick up for yourself. 

Johnathan Byers

He’s more of a passive person so unlike the rest of the guys on here he won’t be super aggressive or confrontational. He will still stick up for you but not as harshly. 

“Hey how about you cut it out.” “That’s not funny man.” “Who cares if he does that, leave him alone.” 

He can get harsh but only if they really provoke him like Steve did in season one. Even then he probably won’t throw the first punch unless they put their hands on you. 

He’s gonna be very protective over you so he will always be at your defense. He’ll make sure to always know a place to take you if you need a moment to de stimulate from the exchange. 

Eddie Munson

Oh boy you better believe he calls people out on their shit. Someone makes a comment about you not making eye contact? Arm wraps around your shoulder death glare engaged. “How about you fuck off. So what if he doesn’t look you in the eye man.” 

Unlike Johnathan he will get violent quicker. He doesn’t care about escalating the situation you’re his boyfriends, no one fucking messes with you. 

If you’re getting weird stares for stimming he’ll offer his hand with rings for you to mess with. And again death glare to whoever is staring. 

If someone cuts you off while you’re talking about a special interest and says “God you’re so annoying talking about that nerdy shit all the time.” Or something like that he’ll quickly come in with “Yeah well I like hearing about it. I think it’s pretty cool he’s that smart and knows about that much stuff.” 

Will at least once get in a fight over someone going too far. Like lets say for an example that totally didn’t happen to me, some classmate of yours who’s always been a cock grabs your wrist when you where shaking your hand to stim and says “Don’t be a weirdo, stop shaking your hand.” Oh boy he will fight them and he will win. 

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[hellfiremunsonn]

Hellfire Club

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

Rated 18 plus. MINORS DNI.

Eddie munson AU swearing, sub fem, dom Eddie, fingering, female orgasm, praise kink? (if there’s anything else I should tag lemme know) 

You moved to Hawkins about four months ago and it was quite the change from being so used to living in the city. You grew to love it and eventually felt that slowly it was becoming 'home'. It was hard to fit in those first few months especially starting your senior year at a whole new school but your now best friends were eager to help you around. You spent your lunch and most of your classes with them. There was Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, and Max Mayfield. Then there was Will Byers, Johnathan Byers and Jane Hopper but we called her El instead. They only recently moved back to Hawkins so you didn't know them as well as the rest of the gang. There were also Nancy Wheeler, who was Mikes older sister, who was dating Johnathan but she never was around for lunch because she was always off studying somewhere with Johnathan or interviewing people for the school paper. Robin Buckley sat with us on occasion but she spent most of her time god knows where. And then there was Steve Harrington. He graduated last year but still hung out with all of you when he wasn't working or trying to take girls on dates. Key word being trying. Last but not least there was Eddie Munson, a victory lapper of his senior year, and leader of the Dungeons and Dragons club they named 'Hellfire'. He was very intimidating and you honestly tried your best to keep quiet around him in fear of him outing the fascination you had with him. He was just so unapologetically himself, he was loud, and goofy, a little clumsy, and goddam good looking.

On this particular day the guys were bugging you to join their DnD campaign for the night because Lucas couldn't make it because of his championship basketball game. Steve had a date to the same game, and Robin was in the band so she had to attend and thus you being the only one left for them to bug. They even tried asking Nancy. They didn't want to upset Eddie knowing how eccentric he could be so they didn't want to deal with having to ask him to postpone it.

You leaned into your hands, fisting your hair as they all spoke at once.

"C'mon please! We are literally begging you, we will never ask you to do anything else, please, c'mon" Dustin pleaded actually getting onto his hands and knees next to you. Loosening the grip you had on your hair you opened your eyes and gave him a side glance. Sighing you agreed and the three boys jumped up from the table high-fiving each other.

"You are a goddess, no a queen, you're amazing, thank you so much" Dustin said holding you by the shoulders.

"Save it Henderson" You said pushing his hand off of you with a laugh. They sure were annoying but you couldn't ask for a better group of friends. "I don't know how you put up with them" You said looking at El and Max on the other side of the able. "Its difficult believe me" Max said rolling her eyes briefly looking across the cafeteria at Lucas who was sitting at the popular jocks table. She had broken up with him during the summer from what you remember being told but you could tell she still had feelings for him. You give El a quick 'she's doing it again' look and she gave a sad 'I know' look back. You had tried to talk to max about it every once in a while but she was always quite defensive about it. You sighed  going back to the book you were reading before being rudely interrupted by Dustins begging.

It was The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald that you had to read for English but had already read it a few times before. As a hopeless romantic it easily became one of your favourites. Biting on the end of your pen a little you rocked your head back and fourth absorbing the familiar words in front of you when a loud bang on the cafeteria table shocked you out of your thoughts.

"Afternoon ladies and gentlemen" There he was.

You were almost hopeful he wouldn't show up to lunch today but the tall man stood at the end of the table both hands pressed firmly on the edge. "She's going to fill in for Lucas tonight" Dustin huffed out quickly.

Your stomach turned with nerves wondering what Eddie was going to say about it. He tilted his head slightly, rising his eyes to yours. "Interesting" He said. "Never pegged you for the kind of person to be willing to give this fantasy world a shot, you're always so busy reading" He said gesturing to the old paperback in your hands. "I've played before" you said quietly trying to avoid eye contact but those dark eyes seemed to be piercing a hole through you. A large smile spread across his face. "I've only played once so I'm still new to it" you mumble in a panic not knowing what he was expecting from you. You didn't want him to think you were some expert on the game.

"No worries princess I'll show you the ropes" He slapped the table in excitement as he plopped himself down onto his seat stealing one of Dustins fries in the process.

You felt Eddies eyes on you for the rest of the lunch period but tried your best to stay focused on the book but you found your eyes just skimming the words without actually reading them.

When the final school bell rang you shoved your science binder into your locker and closed it quickly before running off to find one of the guys. You spotted Mike and El down the hall and jogged over to them. "Hey Mike what time is Hellfire?" you asked leaning up against the locker next to him and El. "In like a couple hours, we usually go home and eat dinner first and then come back" He said rummaging through his backpack.

"Okay so should I come pick you guys up?" You offered. You were one of the gang who had somehow managed to get a shitty car. Thankful it could get you from point A to point B and it had saved Steve and Nancy from driving everyone now that you could.

"Yeah that would be cool of you" Mike said closing his locker and giving El a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing her hand. She let out a small giggle as her cheeks reddened

"Oh and where is it?" You asked.

"The theatre club room, with all the stage stuff in it next to Mr. Morrisons class" He said.

"Got it thanks"

You walked to my car quickly hoping to avoid any of the popular kids. They didn't bother you too much but when they did it really stung. Luckily they weren't around the parking lot when you emerged from the squeaky metal doors of the school.

The drive home was short but always peaceful, but today it barely gave you a moment of peace and relaxation before what your night was about to turn into.

"Mom I'm home!" you shouted from the front door kicking off your shoes and making your way up stairs. "Hi honey! I'm in the kitchen if you need me" She shouted back. You had a great relationship with your parents honestly and you loved them a lot. They were some of the most understanding and accepting people you knew.

Once in your room you threw your backpack onto the floor and rummaged around for your shower supplies before hurrying into the shower. You knew you still had a few hours to kill before you had to head back to the school but you wanted to make sure you looked presentable for it. You also felt like you had to impress Eddie, like you had to prove to him that you belonged there when god knows you were the shyest one in the group and you knew Eddie was well aware of that, and would definitely try to push as many as your buttons he could.

You washed your hair throughly, giving your scalp a good extra scrub and shaved anything you felt needed to be smooth... Including your bikini line even though you were sure no one was going to see you that close or naked below the waist, but you felt like you had to be prepared just in case.

Your clothing of choice was an old band t-shirt and some ripped black jeans. Throwing on a black leather jacket on top hoping it would appease the Dungeon master himself.

"Well don't you look cute!" Your dad said leaning in the doorframe of your bedroom. "Where are you off to tonight?"

"I told Dustin I would take Lucas's place in the hellfire club tonight. Eddie has been planing this campaign for weeks now and they didn't want to let him down"

He chuckled. "Well have fun, and be safe, don't stay out too late okay?"

"I'll try" You said giving him a wink. He knew you never stayed out too late and it was a running joke around the house whenever you did have plans and actually left the house. It was almost celebrated.

"Love ya kiddo!" He said loudly as he descending down stairs to probably join your mom in the kitchen.

Most parents would cringe at the thought of their daughter not only going to a cub filled with boys but a club to play Dungeons and Dragons. The game from hell apparently but it wasn't like that at all.

You pulled up to the wheelers house and gave your horn two light honks signalling that you were out front and the three boys stumbled out of the house only a few minutes later.

"You fucking ready?!" Dustin yelled hopping into the front seat while Mike and Will climbed into the back.

"As ready as I'll ever be" You said forcing a smile.

Driving back to school after-hours felt strange, like you weren't supposed to be there and were breaking in, but it wasn't a secret that the club was happening.

The halls were kind of creepy with half the lights turned off. You picked at the skin on your thumb trying to calm your nerves but the closer you got to the classroom the more your stomach started to flip.

The loud rock music playing from the room in the distance only got louder as we approached. I stopped in the doorway as the rest of them walked in and watched as Eddie stood up on his throne at the end of the table. One foot on the arm rest as he played an air guitar to the music blasting from the other side of the room.

I bit my lip tilting my head as I analyzed him. He sure was something.

"Munson!" Dustin yelled, snapping Eddie out of his musical trance, and a large smile spread across his face. From the other side of the room Mike turned down the music and then joined the others at the table.

Eddie jumped off of his thrown and slapped his hands together in a slow clap. "well well well the newbie actually showed up" he said taking a few strides towards me.

"Even if she bailed she offered to drive us so she had to come anyway" Mike laughed while setting up the table. Three other people joined and I recognized them from Eddies band. I had never seen them play or even heard anything from them but had seen them with Eddie often.

"Well lady and gentlemen" he said turning swiftly his long hair flowing over his shoulders . "Let us begin"

The night was filled with screaming and laughing and so much fun. Everyone was quite eager to make sure I felt comfortable and understood what I was doing and even Eddie would wait patiently as I collected my thoughts of what to do next and he seemed almost proud when I was starting to get the hang of it. By the end of the night we were all sweaty and definitely a little loopy from so much commotion.

"Andy, Nancy is picking us up so you can just go straight home instead of having to go all the way past your house to get us home first" Mike said swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"Oh" I said a little shocked "Thanks for saving me some time" I said sitting forward in my chair, my hands folded in my lap going back to the rough skin on my thumb. I wasn't sure when to leave now because I didn't have to leave with the rest of them but I also didn't want to overstay my welcome with Eddie and his bandmates.

It was quieter now and so I rose from my chair to the other side of the room where my bag laid across one of the discarded school desks. Grabbing one of the straps it slid off the table, a few contents of my bag spilling onto the floor. I groaned rolling my eyes as I crouched down onto the floor to gather my items back together. Reaching for the the last item I leaned forward onto my hands and knees grabbing it from under the desk.

"That's a view I could get used to" I heard from behind me.

It felt like my throat had closed as I leaned back onto my knees and stood up with the help of the desk. My cheeks were hot and I didn't want to turn around but when I did everyone had left except for Eddie. He stood leaning against his throne, the soft spotlight above him lighting him up making him look almost godly.

"You probably say that to all the girls" I said softly pulling my bag up over my shoulder.

He slapped his chest imitating that he had been shot with a dramatic head drop.

"I'm wounded newbie" He said pushing himself off of the chair to stand with his arms folded across his chest.

"I have a name you know" I said scuffing the tip of my shoe across the tile floor.

"I'm aware" He said proudly. "But nicknames are so much fun"

"Newbie is a shit nickname" I said finally looking back at him.

He slapped his chest again. "Again you wound me" He said taking another step closer to me. But this time when his foot touched the ground there was a light crunching noise and we both looked down to see what he had stepped on.

My whole body heated as I realized it was my packet of birth control. It must have fallen out of my bag with the other items but I didn't notice.

"Oh um that's mine" I said walking over quickly to grab it. but just before my hand could touch the tinfoil packaging Eddies foot came back down to over it. I was now Kneeling in front of him, my hand almost touching his beaten up combat boot when he crouched down in front of me making it harder to avoid his dark eyes again.

He slipped the packaging from under his shoe and pretended to examine it throughly. "Huh" he said.

"Give it to me" I said trying to swipe it from his hands but he was faster.

"That's not a very nice way of asking for things sweetheart" he chuckled. "Try again"

"Can I have it back please" I said chewing on my bottom lip. Something about him bossing me around started a fire in the pit of my stomach and a fire a little bit lower than I'd like to admit.

He held it between his two fingers. "I'll keep this in mind" he said tilting the package towards me. I grabbed it quickly and shoved it deep into my bag. Getting up I started to walk towards the door. "So do you let all the boys cum in you?" he said in a cocky tone. I stopped in my tracks and spun on my heel slowly. "Excuse me?" I said in shock.

"You know" He said shrugging. "The birth control" he said gesturing to my bag that I clutched tightly to my arm.

"Why does it matter?" I said annoyed. Why did he just assume because I was on birth control that I was letting a bunch of guys finish in me?

"Cause if I was to fuck you on this table right now I'd want to be the only one filling you up"

I choked on my spit in an attempt to swallow and he laughed at my widen eyes and my mouth agape.

"You look pretty with your mouth open like that" He said swiping one of his ringed fingers across his bottom lip.

I stood frozen as he approached me again. I didn't want to admit to him let alone myself that the words coming out of his mouth was indeed making it hard for me to keep still. I stood with my feet close together squishing my thighs together as best as I could without making it obvious.

"Sounds like you've got a crush on me Munson" I said trying to take control of the situation.

"Oh absolutely I do" He said as a matter of fact.

Again I was shocked. There was no way that Eddie Munson was even remotely interested in me. I was the quietest one of his friends, friends and never spoke more than four words to him a day. Yet I found myself constantly day dreaming and wondering what his hands would feel like on my bare skin, and if his rings would be cold to the touch. The first day I met him when he took my hand and kissed the top of it while introducing himself he took a spot in my heart but I shoved it down as deep as I could because I didn't know him and he was the guy's good friend. So I kept my distance and avoided him as best as I could, which was hard considering he is who he is. "Well unfortunately I have to get going" I said turning away from him.

"Dream of me princess" he said with a chuckle.

I hurried to my car turning the key in the ignition and drove off as fast as I could. I wasn't sure if it was to get away from Eddie or my own thoughts.

Who did he think he was? Thinking he could just talk to me like that, to anyone like that! My hands gripped the steering wheel turning my knuckles white the harder I squeezed. I should really say something to him, I should turn around drive to his stupid trailer and kick the door down. But what would I actually say when I got there? He'd look at me with those soul seeing eyes and I'd forget why I even drove there in the first place. "Ugh!" I slammed one hand on my steering wheel in frustration. How could he have so much power over me. Yet somehow minutes later I was turning onto the dusty path into the trailer park. I had only been here once before when picking Max up for school so I knew which trailer was Eddies but I had never seen the inside of it before.

I pulled up to his trailer a little more aggressively then I meant and ripped my keys out of the ignition. Swinging my door open quickly I got out rushing towards the few metal steps to the trailer when the door swung open hitting my arm briefly before a small frame stumbled into me causing me to fall backwards scuffing both my elbows off the ground. My eyes closed briefly while I braced for impact and when I opened them Chrissy Cunningham was laid on top of me.

"Chrissy?" I said. "What are you doing here" I questioned pushing her backwards and helping her up. A small sting hitting just below my knee. I winced but continued to look at Chrissy. Her doe eyes wide and probably in shock expecting no one to see her here, considering she was popular and on the cheerleading team.

"Nothing, and if you say anything to anyone I'll be sure to make your life a living nightmare" She turned on her heel and sped off quickly and I watched her in confusion as she faded into the distance. Furrowing my brows I turned my head back to the trailer in front of me and realized Eddie was standing in the door way looking down at me still sitting on the ground. "Couldn't get enough of me huh?" He said smugly as he jumped down in front of me holding out a hand to help me up. I grabbed it and let him get me to my feet and he didn't let go until he thought I was steady enough. Wiping my arms and legs of the dust I was now covered in I scowled.  "What was Chrissy doing here" I asked with a little more jealousy in my voice than expected.

"business" He said watching me continue to dust myself off. I winced again dusting my legs off knowing I must have cut myself on something while falling. "Are you going to stand there and watch me or are you going to invite me in?" I questioned.

Eddie smiled as he took a step to the side making a dramatic gesture for me to enter the trailer before him. I stepped in hesitantly not knowing what to expect to see but it was actually quite typical. Scattered clothes and dishes, empty beer cans littered the floor, it smelt kind of old and stale but almost comforting because it's what Eddie slightly smelled like. "So what 'business' did you have to attend to with Chrissy Cunningham?"

"She wanted weed" he said shrugging while he slumped down onto the worn sofa.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Weed? Chrissy doesn't do that stuff"

"Well I guess she does now" he said laughing.

The intrusive thought that entered my mind was that Chrissy maybe got into weed from spending time with Eddie, secret time with him and I began wondering if they were sleeping together. I began chewing on my bottom lip while I continued to look around attempting to distract myself from Eddies eyes watching me as I explored the small space. "Where's your uncle?" I asked quietly examining a magazine that was on the small kitchen counter.

"Working somewhere" He said with a sigh. "He's not here very often"

I nodded slowly.

"You bite your lip when you're nervous you know" He said breaking the silence. "You pick at your thumb as well"

I let my lip slide out from under my teeth and my hands instinctively hid behind my back. "I'm not nervous" I said faking confidence.

"Whatever you say princess. Are you going to tell me why you're here or are you just going to stand in the middle of my home and stare at all my belongings?" He said leaning forward resting his head in his hands. I turned towards him walking over to him when I tripped over my untied shoelace falling onto my hands and knees in front of him.

He stifled a laugh. "Am I going to have to keep you in a bubble?" He said reaching forward helping me up once again. "You gotta stop getting onto your knees in front of me or else I'm going to continue to have some explicit thoughts"

"Stop that" I said angrily sitting down next to him. "You can't keep saying stuff like that"

"Why does it turn you on?" He said bringing a piece of his hair up to his face and hid behind it.

"I'm sure you wish it did" I said lying. "I didn't like the birth control comment" I admitted. "It made me feel gross and like you thought of me as someone who just slept with a load of guys and let them cum in me" I said making a grossed out face at the thought.

"I'm sorry I offended you with that, I was just trying to bug you"

"Thank you for apologizing" I said fumbling with my hands in my lap.

"That's not why you're really here though is it" he asked glancing at me.

"I honestly don't know why I'm here, I was just driving and ended up here, and then I saw Chrissy and I don't know" I said trailing off. Annoyed I shrugged my leather jacket off to inspect my burning elbows from falling and as I expected both were scrapped.

"Shit" Eddie said grabbing one of my arms and pulling it towards him. "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" He said getting up and walking to the other end of the trailer. He came back with a couple bandaids and a damp face cloth. "C'mere" he said motioning for me to scoot closer to him. I bent my arm resting my head on my hand while Eddie carefully dabbed at my elbows making sure they were clean enough for his liking before smoothing the bandaids over the scapes. Leaning back he smiled at his work clearly proud of himself. "You're cured my dear" He said clapping his hands together. "I think you're forgetting something" I teased.

"What could I possibly be forgetting?" He questioned.

I bent both my elbows this time looking back and fourth between them before giving him a small pout. "You have to kiss them better"

"How silly of me" He said smiling. He slid off the couch next to me and knelt in front of me, his hands touching my thighs as he opened my legs slightly to shift his body between them. Taking one arm at a time he planted a soft kiss to each of them while never breaking eye contact. My heart was pounding and I instinctively went to press my thighs together squishing Eddie slightly before realizing what I was doing. He licked his lips smiling while tilting his head to the side. "You like me being between your legs newbie?"

"I have a name" I reminded him.

He chuckled. "That you do princess" he said sitting back slightly.

Heat rose through my body as I leaned forward pulling him to me by the collar of his jacket crashing my lips into his. He fell backwards and I straddled him quickly. His hands held the sides of my face kissing me back harshly. They were sloppy and wet, desperate kisses. I couldn't believe what I was doing and how my body was reacting but it felt so good I didn't want to stop any time soon. I couldn't believe he really did have so much power over me. "Fuck you Munson" I breathed against his mouth. One of his hands shifted to my hair and at the base of my neck he pulled it making my head lean back and away from him.

"What was that?" He said. His eyes darker then before, his pupils so large you could barely see the actual colour of his eyes. "I said 'fuck you Munson" I giggled repeating myself.

"I don't think that's very nice of you" He said gripping my hair a little harder making a small groan of protest leave my lips. "Open your mouth" He ordered and I obliged, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out in front of him. He pursed his lips together before letting a thin string of saliva fall from his mouth and onto my exposed tongue. "Swallow it" he said holding my chin with his other hand while I closed my mouth and swallowed. "Good girl" He said smiling. A small moan escaped my mouth in response to his praise. "C'mere" He said helping my up and leading me back over to the couch behind us and sat down gesturing for me to sit between his legs with my back pressed to his chest. Moving my hair off of my neck he peppered small kisses down the exposed skin sucking and nipping at it every so often. "Lean back on me" He said pulling my shoulders back so I would relax into him. His hands slid down my sides until reaching the top of my jeans, his fingers sliding into the waist band of them making small circles on my hips. "Mmm" I said tilting my head back into his shoulder. "More" I whispered.

"What was that?" He cooed in my ear.

"I want more" I said reaching my hands behind me and tugged on some of his hair.

"What is it that you want" He said continuing to rub circles on my hips.

"I want you to touch me" I whined. His hands stopped and he slid them out of my waistband before slowly reaching for the button of my jeans and popped it open, pulling the two sides making the zipper of them open easily.  All he did was trace the line of my underwear and my breath hitched and I rolled my head to the side biting onto the fabric of my t-shirt in anticipation.

"Jesus I haven't even touched you yet darling and you're already purring for me"

"Please Eddie" I whimpered pulling his hand and attempted to guide him between my legs but he grabbed my hands and pulled them back up over my head and placed them on the back of his neck. "Keep them here" He ordered. I squirmed in his lap. "I'll keep them there,  just please touch me" I licked my lips trying to gain back some moisture to them.

"Promise me princess" He said tapping the small black bow on the front of my underwear.

"I promise Eddie, I promise, please"

"Good girl" He said as he finally slid his hand under the thin fabric giving a small swipe of the prominent slickness of my very obvious arousal.

"Fuck" He breathed down my neck "All this for me?" He began rubbing soft slow circles on my clit, a small cry leaving my mouth. I had thought about this for so long, anything involving him touching me and it was finally happening. Moan after moan left my lips as I shifted against him.

"You're going to have to keep quiet kitten or the whole neighbourhood will hear how much you love the way I touch you" He slipped one finger into me his large ring grazing my entrance as his finger curled up into me.

"Oh my god" I said with my head dropping forward in pleasure. I could feel the grip of my hands starting to loosen around his neck but I tried my best to keep them in their place. I felt his erection behind me the more I squirmed against him but I couldn't help it. The restriction of my jeans giving me only a taste of what I really wanted.

"Eddie" I whined tilting my head back up against him again.

"My name sounds so pretty coming out of your mouth" His breath warming my neck. He went back to rubbing circles on my clit and I felt that familiar heat grow deep in my belly. "Faster" I begged and he listened still with light hands he rubbed faster. My hands loosened completely falling back against his shoulders. "I'm gunna cum Eddie" I breathed. The feeling rose and rose filling my limbs with the static of slight numbness as I rode out my orgasm loudly. Eddies free hand cupped my mouth to muffle my moans. Tears pricked my eyes with pleasure and overstimulation as his rubbing slowed. My arms had fallen completely to my sides and my breathing was heavy as I rested my head against him waiting for the ringing in my ears to cease.

After a few moments of silence I shifted slightly so I could look up at him and he was already looking down at me. His eyes looked much softer now than earlier and I couldn't help but smile. He took his hand from between my legs and stared at me as he put both fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. "Sweetest pussy I've ever tasted"

I blushed and turned away from him trying to hide my rosy cheeks. "I can't move" I laughed. "My body feels like J-ello" I said softly. From his position Eddie picked me up placing me gently on my feet. I was a little wobbly but his hands kept me in place. He smoothed my hair out of my face and cupped my cheeks with both hands. "How do you feel?"

"Higher than a kite" I said lazily. I wasn't lying. I felt like I was floating my head and heart felt calm and happy.  I reached forward to unbuckle his belt but he stopped me. I pouted and looked up at him. "What about you" I said attempting to palm him through his jeans.

"No" he said kissing me on the forehead. "Tonight wasn't about me feeling good it was about you and that's all I want" His voice was quiet and sweet and although the brat in me wanted to try again to see what would happen I listened. "I have to go home" I hummed leaning into his chest and wrapped my arms around him.

"I don't think you should drive like this" he said with a chuckle that shook my head against him. "Sleep here"

I nodded as he grabbed my hand and lead me to his small bedroom. "Sorry it's uh, a bit messy, I wasn't planning on having company"

"I don't care" I said belly flopping onto his bed clutching one of the pillows around my head.

"Can I take these off of you?" he said tugging on the hem of my pant leg.

"Yes sir" I said snuggling further into his pillow. He pulled my jeans off of my waist and to my knees before pulling them off one leg at a time. He gave my ass a playful smack before laying his blanket on top of me. He kissed me on the head before turning to leave but I reached out and grabbed his hand. "What do you need?" he asked sitting on the edge of the bed. "Stay" I mumbled and a small blush crept to his cheeks.

He shifted so he was now laying on his back while I curled up next to him. He hummed a tune to a song I didn't recognize and stroked my hair until I eventually fell asleep.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #fanfiction #stranger #things #Eddie #Munson #Joseph Quinn #angst #love #hellfiremunsonn

[jjtheresidentbaby]

hey jj! you seem rlly cool and ive read some of your headcanons/fics and they seem really cool too! do you have any thoughts on little!mike wheeler?

Little Mike Wheeler headcanons

Oh anon I love you so much, Mike my beloved <3

So many of these are from me and @berrymoos texting sjdibdidbd

~

His caregivers would probably be Will, Nancy, Max and occasionally Lucas

He’s such a sleepy mumbly baby

However he does have major rbf so he kinda death glares people on accident

Clingy as hell, will sit on anyones lap who allows it

Nancy and Will have mastered doing tasks with Mike at their hip

If he doesn’t like something, he’ll say it and that doesn’t stop at his little side

If anything he gets more honest

Him and Dustin fight at times when both regressed

Lucas and Max step in the break it up but in mikes defense, Dustin probably started it

His little side brings out his nightmares so chances are he’s stumbling into Nancy’s room to snuggle up with her

She adores having him up at her chest like when they were kids

He’s always hesitant to slip at his own house so he mostly regresses at the Byers

When he has hiccups (a surprising amount) he always goes to Johnathan because he gives Mike “magic juice” that’s really just watered down apple juice and it always whooshes the hiccups away

Him and Johnathan spend a fair amount of time being little together while Will, Nancy and Steve do things like make dinner or other adult tasks

They watch movies together while coloring things for Will, it’s lead to the fridge being plastered in little Mike and little Jonny’s art work

Joyce also adores mikes little side because he always runs into her legs for a hug when she gets home from work

He does force max to play the same three games til she eventually gets sick of them and drags him outside for something more exciting

He sleeps so much as a little but it’s mostly on top of people

Will is his favorite person to crush, although he drools a lot so Will has to change his shirt when Mike wakes up

Pacifiers and teethers are great in theory for him, just not so much when Mike would rather suck on his fingers

Or on Max’s hair (that one is only occasionally since it’s gross)

There is about ten Polaroids of Mike trying to chew on Lucas’s hair for money

He’s so quiet that Steve and Robin have deemed him “mouse Mike”

He prefers Robin to Steve which works nicely with max preferring Steve when she’s little

Has slipped up and called Nancy mom while regressed, she may have cried, he may have apologized three thousand times, nobody has ever said anything about it

#jj headcanons #mike wheeler #stranger things agere #little!mike

[classicallyunprepared]

A Defense of Johnathan Byers in Stranger Things Season 4

Note: I will only be talking about his actions in Season 4. I still think it was gross for him to take pictures of Nancy in Season 1, but he did apologize later. A little of fans complain about him for this, but he became a better person. He respects Nancy and listens to her. Their relationship, even in S4 shows how much they love and respect each other. I think that the writers were terrible to him in Season 4 and I like his character overall.

In Season 4, Jonathan starts smoking weed and hanging out with his friend Argyle. He and Nancy are still together, but they are not visiting each other during Spring Break. I'm not sure if anyone has said this is out of character for Johnathan, but it is a disappointing storyline for many, especially people who like Johnathan and Nancy as a couple. I personally liked them as a couple, but I didn't mind if they broke up either.

When it comes to fictional relationships, I like to see good writing, chemistry, and compatibility between characters. If characters have all three, sometimes I can enjoy couples who weren't as good together in past seasons, but have since shown improvement in those areas. Character development can be a huge game-changer.

Jonathan and Nancy have several of these developments, so I liked them in general. Nancy and Steve… I don’t know. I like them both individually, but when they broke up in Season 2, they just weren’t in a good place. Nancy didn’t love him. It made sense. character development was good.

But in Season 3, the writers just made changes without really developing the characters. From then on, the writers of Stranger Things started doing this a lot.

One example would be Hopper and Joyce. In Season 3, I didn't ship them at all. Hopper often yelled at Joyce, ignored her, and acted spiteful for no reason. His anger toward Mike and El was overblown, and he acted entitled to a date with Joyce.

I remember feeling so uncomfortable just watching Hopper in Season 4, but I didn't exactly have the words to say why. Especially after his final scene with El. He seems so genuine, but (almost) dying doesn't automatically make you a better person. Nor does writing a heartfelt note (where you don't actually apologize) redeem you for your wrongs.

Basically, they were still supposed to be a couple. We were supposed to think they yelled—let's be honest, mostly Hopper yelled at her—because he liked her.

In Season 4, Hopper is better. He doesn’t get angry or act the way he did in S3. He is much closer to the S2 Hopper that I loved. He and Joyce reunite, and I feel like I want to ship them now. They have so much chemistry. Oh man. The chemistry is off the charts.

And they're a couple now. Because Hopper changed and became a better person in Russia apparently. That’s good I guess, I ship them as much as you all do now, but it is obvious that the character development was weak for this season all around.

Jonathan becomes a joke character in the fourth season. But his relationship with Nancy—and their falling out—at least feels realistic.

It is a bit sad watching them go in different directions.

I feel like Jonathan is one of those characters who people either like or don’t. He’s not charming and funny like Steve, and he doesn’t have a strong arc. He was never a jerk, and he wasn’t perfect. He had to step in and help his mom after his father left. He always has been there for his family, and the kind of love he has for them is often under appreciated. He does what he’s supposed to do. Jonathan doesn’t expect a thank you.

He doesn’t want to go far away for college because he doesn’t want to leave his mom and brother behind.

Nancy is the exact opposite. She loves her parents and she and her mom are sometimes close, but she doesn’t want their life. Nancy wants to be a journalist and to travel; she doesn’t want to let life to just happen to her. She wants to fall in love and stay in love and she won’t settle like her parents did. She wants to go to her dream school, Berkeley and succeed there.

Jonathan has to think about life differently. He has a family that needs him—he feels, and he doesn’t have the financial ability to just go to college wherever he wants. He is different. He also lacks the passion or desire to be a journalist or famous photographer. It isn't his dream.

He also doesn’t want to hold Nancy back. He knows she has big dreams and hopes for her future.

Johnathan knows their choices are tearing them apart, but he knows there is little either of them can do about it. He has no idea what the future holds for himself and he can’t imagine life after she heads off to college. He likes photography, but he doesn’t feel like he can pursue it as a career like Nancy can. But it hurts too much to think about, and he doesn’t have many people to talk about it with.

Will is going through his own stuff and so is his mom. He loves his family and he wants to help them and be there for them in any way he can.

And he’s lost, and I can’t blame him. I hope Season 5 remembers this Jonathan, the guy who is trying his best.

Steve used to be the same guy in Season 2. He is lost and confused about his place in the world. He has few friends, and he just lost his girlfriend. But now we know he’s going to be all right. He is happy with his friendship with Robin and the kids.

And if Hopper—after all his behavior in Seadon 3— can be be happy with Joyce, why can’t Jonathan get with Nancy or someone else? Why can't he at least get closure and hope for a future, a life of his own and not just one around supporting other people (with or without Nancy). Why can’t any hero on this show get a happy ending?

#stranger things #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #stranger things rant #jonathan deserved so much better #jancy #stancy #anti-jopper #jopper #anti-stancy #stranger things is a big giant heap of garbage #the writers destroyed everything they built #I’m still gonna watch season 5 though #Joyce #hopper #anti-hopper

[sleepy-moron]

All the poster characters from season four of stranger things but I assign them 1 Pokémon each based on vibes:

Karen- Leavanny: noted for being an exceptionally maternal Pokémon, it even makes clothes out of leaves for its young….also fits the green theming the wheelers have got going on in this au which is fun.

Joyce- Pyroar: Specifically noted as being good mothers and protecting their young extremely fiercely… plus cats are supposed to be able to pick up on things other things don’t so Joyce being a lion fits her imo

Hopper- Camerupt: Hop can have an……explosive temper but mostly I just picture a very unimpressed looking volcano camel following hop around and staring into the camera like it’s on the office. Big crotchety old man vibes and that suits hop.

Murray- Beheeyem: Murray is literally a conspiracy theorist and this is the Pokémon equivalent of the men in black how could I not give him this…..also an underrated personal favorite psychic type

Steve- Floatzel: I sat here for ages trying to think of a Pokémon for Steve and then I realized floatzel works really well+ it’s literally described as making an effort to save people that are drowning so clearly it has the proper protective instincts and I can just see Steve chilling with this dude

Robin- Chatot: A music note themed parrot that can replicate and as they age understand human speech?? Yeah this suits robin pretty well, plus one of its possible abilities is tangled feet which suits Robin’s general lack of coordination.

Eddie- Obstagoon: This is Gene Simmons as a Pokémon….not a ton of lore but it’s a punk used by the “evil” team in gen 8 and it suits him

Nancy- Gardevoir: Looks pretty and feminine (ie pre s1 nancy), loyal and will summon a black hole to protect its trainer, has some knight inspiration as well….overall very strong and cool Pokémon, plus her and mike have Pokémon with similar color schemes

Johnathan- Male meowstic: said to have awakened its psychic powers out of a need to protect itself, and must restrain itself to not wreak havoc with these powers. Males are highly protective of those they care about and are hesitant to fight unless those people are in danger.

Argyle- Alolan Raichu: chill surfer dude vibes and the fact that I can just imagine a lil Raichu floating around next to Argyle while he’s making the grave for the agent man and is helping to decorate it. I just think the energies are the same.

Erica- Galarian ponyta: Look me dead in the eyes and tell me Erica would not have this as a Pokémon……you can’t because it’s true!!

Dustin- Rotom: mischievous electric ghost that possesses electronics and is smart enough to cause havoc….also it’s heavily associated with befriending children with a knack for tinkering and engineering in Pokémon so it’s pretty reasonable that one would take a liking to Dustin.

Lucas- Luxray: (might be a touch of bias because I adore the shinx line and I have a shiny luxray) Lucas is usually the one in the party to scout out situations for danger…..he’s also pretty good at seeing through people and luxray can see through walls which is great for someone who uses long range weaponry

Max- Crobat: Fast and agile flying type that starts out as a super common annoying cave encounter but through the power of friendship evolutions becomes a really cool and powerful Pokémon. The Pokémon I gave Mike is also 4x weak to crobat as well which is funny.

Mike- Chesnaught: literally an armored knight that shields loved ones with its own body, and its (formerly?) signature move is spiky shield so it is spot on for how prickly and defensive Mike is… also I think him and Will both having stuff from the gen 6 starter trio is cute

Will- Delphox is literally a traditional fantasy wizard with fire powers…..The gen 6 starters are literally based around an rpg party it’s too perfect and Will did have a dog at some point so having a fox Pokémon tracks + I gave all the Byers psychic or fire types

El- Type Null or Marshadow: Null makes more sense since it was modified in a lab for use as a weapon before breaking out, and it reaches its evolution through high friendships. Marshadow just really reminds me of s1 El for some reason….both work fine but I would probably say type null is the more official choice.

#byler tumblr #stranger things 4 #stranger things #Yes I gave byler matching Pokémon what about it?? #There’s actually even more lil references involved in my choices so feel free to look for more connections #Please send me asks about the st Pokémon au that lives in my brain I have many thoughts #or just ask me shit about Pokémon in general I love talking about it

[monarch-butterfly-03]

Sweet Dreams - chapter seven

The dented rustic blue 1970 honda accord pulled up in a parking spot in front of Hawkins High School on that cloudy autumn day. Rustling of leaves swept past the students legs who all swarmed towards the front door to the school anxious not to be late that particular morning. People were laughing and talking about their weekend plans or speaking gossip about Jesse Thompson being seen at a party last weekend.

But not everyone that morning was in a preppy spirit that morning

The car door to the honda swung open and barely missed scratching the passenger door of the car parked next to it. Two white sneakers hit the pavement as Jennifer Callahan stepped out with a nasty scold on her pink lips. 

The usual laid back girl looked severely pissed off that morning.

Last night, her father caught her sneaking in and grounded her for a week. Which meant she lost all freedom of hanging out with her friends and now has to go home immediately after school being on house arrest. 

Then, her stupid alarm clock didn't go off this morning that made her late getting ready. Jennifer knows that batteries don't last forever but what are the odds that the batteries would die this morning.

To end her luck that morning, she roughly discovered that there was no coffee grounds in the entire Callahan household. 

She was tired, grounded, and decaffeinated. It was the worst version of Jennifer Callahan.

Jennifer was far from religious but if there is a God out there, Jennifer swore that she pissed Him off.

Jennifer slung her bag higher on her shoulder and slammed her car door shut louder than usual. She walked towards the front doors ignoring everyone in her path, hoping and praying no one would stop her. She had no motivation to socialize that morning and would rather jump in front of a bus than have to talk to someone.

"Hey, Jen! Wait up!"

Jennifer froze in her tracks and let out a frustrated sigh. Her head dropped in shame and slowly turned around slowly. Just her luck. Why did she have to be so well known?

"This better be important, Byers." Jennifer grumbled annoyed looking up to said boy.

Johnathan Byers jogged up with a faint smile on his lips. But his optimism immediately vanished as he absorbed Jennifer's lively appearance. Her brown hair was tied back in a messy bun with many loose strands in front of her face, her black oversized t-shirt was tucked into her high-waisted baggy jeans. The girl looked like she rolled out of bed and went through her dad's closet. 

Which she did because all of her clean shirts were dirty or wrinkled.

"You look horrible." Johnathan breathed out as his eyes scanned over Jennifer's fashion choice.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Gee, thanks Byers. You're making me blush."  Johnathan narrowed his gaze as he searched her face completely ignoring her comment. Jennifer recognized his expression from the numerous times she would show up at his house with a bruised eye. 

He was looking for physical signs of harm.

"I'm fine, Byers. Just dehydrated." Jennifer assured him and Johnathan nodded faintly.

"Right...you went to Steve's last night." He blurted out annoyed and adjusted the straps of his backpack hanging on his shoulders.

Jennifer squinted her gaze and cocked her head. "How did you know that?" Johnathan stiffened and his eyes dropped. He shifted his weight and Jennifer narrowed her gaze. A visible cue that he was hiding something. "Johnathan." She warned dangerously.

"I-uh, overheard Harrington talk about it." Johnathan muttered nervously barely meeting her gaze. He exhaled deeply and met Jennifer's gaze, "He was talking about it in the hallway yesterday near my locker. But I never thought you would actually go to Harrington's house. I thought you hated him."

"First off," She held up her index finger. "I do hate him." Jennifer huffed offended that Jonathan even questioned it. "Second, I wouldn't have gone if there wasn't alcohol." Jennifer corrected crossing her arms defensively. "It is the only thing to numb the pain of his voice." Johnathan exhaled a laugh and his shoulders relaxed. "So, what brings you to bother me on this decaffeinated-horrible morning?" She asked spinning around and walking into Hawkins with Jonathan following after her.

"That explains the extra sass today." Johnathan teased with a small grin and Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Actually, I have to talk to you..." His voice became softer and his cockiness vanished. He grabbing her arm making Jennifer stop and he glanced around warily, before dragging her around the school where it was empty.

A yelp escaped Jennifer's lips and she smacked his hand away when he finally stopped tugging her.

"You know, I am starting to see why you don't have a girlfriend, Beyers. Females are treasures on this earth. Not objects to pull around." Jennifer huffed straightening out her shirt of any wrinkles that Jonathan caused.

Jonathan breathed inwardly. "I think my mom might be going insane." He blurted out. Jennifer stopped fixing her appearance and watched him curiously. "She thinks Will is trying to talk to her through the lights this morning. Jen, she didn't sleep last night because she thinks Will is a ghost. I am worried about her." Jonathan pinched the bridge of his nose.

Jennifer let out a heavy breath. 

Joyce Byers was the closest thing Jennifer had to a mom making this a very serious conversation.

When Jennifer was six, her birth mother decided to leave her with her dad and run away with some business man and get drunk every weekend instead of taking care of her daughter. Since then Jennifer has never really cared for another 'mother'. Officer Callahan is too busy to date other than those odd hookups which Jennifer refuses to talk about. 

But then comes Joyce Byers. 

The woman who embraced her through her relationship with Jesse Thompson, who sheltered her from the harm in the world, and who became her un-adopted mother.

The Byers was her family and Jennifer took family very seriously.

"What can I do to help?" Jennifer asked crossing her arms.

Jonathan exhaled deeply in relief. "Come over after school. She could use a familiar face." He pleaded.

"I guess I could-"

"Jen!" Dustin Henderson's voice shouted from afar.

Jonathan and Jennifer looked over to see three familiar boys running towards them looking panicked.

"What the-" Jen mumbled to herself.

"Jen! We have been trying to reach you!" Mike Wheeler rambled out stumbling in front of her.

"We thought you died!" Dustin breathed out between the two boys. The poor boy was exhausted from sprinting across the field and was trying to catch his breath mimicking the other two boys.

Jen scoffed and crossed her arms facing the three boys. This better be good, she thought to herself.

"It's about 6 plus 7." Lucas Sinclair nodded in code.

Jennifer mentally face palmed herself. She understands that the homeless girl they rescued the other day is top secret. She also understands that Johnathan is standing right beside her. The teenage boy isn't stupid. He can do basic math.

"Six plus seven...?" Jonathan whispered to himself. "Eleven?" He glancing at Jennifer who kept a glare on the kids.

"Don't ask me." She replied not taking her eyes off the three boys. "Look, I'll stop by yours after school. Just don't tell my dad. I am suppose to be house arrest. But he works till five so I have an hour before I get busted." Jennifer crossed her arms.

Jonathan nodded and glanced back at the boys. "Sure. And, uh, see you guys." He gave a tight lipped smile at the trio before disappearing.

Jennifer raised an eyebrow to the boys and clenched her jaw not in the mood to deal with them this early. 

The three boys were practically shaking in anticipation waiting for Johnathan to leave while being stared down by the teenager. None of them were effected by her harsh glare but she was beyond vivid. 

It was official; no cup of coffee would cure her mood today. 

Once Jonathan disappeared out of sight, Dustin was first to blurt out. "Are you and Jonathan dating?" He asked in disgust.

"Dustin!" Mike slapped Dustin's arm and earned a yelp from said boy.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Although this is none of your business whom I date. No, you idiot, Beyers is a friend. Now what is so important about Eleven? What happened?" She asked glancing from the boys.

The three boys shared a worried look. A look Jennifer did not like. 

"What is it?" Jennifer barked not liking being in the dark about information.

"Eleven might know something about Will's disappearance. After school we going out looking for answers tonight and we want your help." Mike stated.

"We can't do this without you." Lucas pleaded desperately and earned an embarrassed look from Mike.

"Wait, hold on." Jennifer stuck out her hand. "Let me get this straight: you boys are just blindly trusting this stranger to lead you into the woods where she think Will is? Hoping she isn't an axe welding murderer and going to chop you all into pieces" She raised an eyebrow and the boys all shared a look. A sigh escaped her pink lips. "No, you boys are not doing this. Guys, this is risky and stupid. We just met the girl for crying out loud! And now you are all willing to follow her blindly into the woods!?" She asked sarcastically.

"Which is why we need you there!" Dustin added helplessly.

Jennifer let out a heavy breath to calm herself down. "Look guys, I couldn't help even if I wanted too. I got busted last night for sneaking out and my dad's already pissed off about my car being smashed into a tree. Just promise me you guys aren't going to do this. We can't trust her. We don't know her. Just give me some time to figure out a plan. I have a lot going on right now. But I will help you figure out where she is from later. Understood?" Jennifer stared daggers into each boys eyes threatening them to defy her.

The boys all let out a sigh in unison. "Fine..." They all mumbled.

Jennifer didn't believe them for a second. These boys are like her little brothers and she knows them better than anyone. After all, they are exactly like her when she was younger.

The blaring of the school bell interrupted her spiel and their conversation. Jennifer adjusted the strap on her shoulder letting out a stressed sigh.  "I have to head to class. But I swear on my life, if I find out any of you follow through with this plan, I will have the absolute pleasure of running you over with my car. I'm watching you boys." She warned with a threatening glare before spinning around and marching off into the school in a small jog.

The three boys watched her disappear around the corner all staring at her fearfully. 

"She can't find out we're doing this." Mike's voice broke the silence shooting his head towards his friend.

"Never." Lucas agreed quietly staring ahead petrified in fear.

Dustin gulped and adjusted his baseball cap over his curls. "Why does she become hotter when she is threatening our lives?" He breathed out flustered.

"Dustin!" Mike yelled and Lucas rolled his eyes repulsed. "That disgusting. Now come on, let's go before I throw up my breakfast from Dustin staring lovingly at Jen." Mike visibly shook in disgust.

Dustin's head snapped to Mike. "I was not 'staring lovingly' at her." He argued back.

"Whatever man," Mike sighed walking back to their school across the field. "You are way to young for her anyway, dude." He called back.

Lucas laughed and began to follow leaving Dustin behind alone and speechless. "The age difference won't matter once I am 18!" He called after his friends.

"Yeah and I'm sure Jen will wait that long to be with a guy like you!" Lucas called back with a smirk.

"And you think she will wait for your smelly ass!?" Dustin remarked.

Mike groaned as Lucas and Dustin began to bicker about who is 'more disgusting ' than the other. Although they were just 12, Mike began to wonder how he was stuck with such immature friends. 

But unfortunately, his only other options are a boy who is missing and a bald girl whose named after a number. He will take the best he can get.

Jennifer would like to say she remembers what she learned that morning in class. But due to her decaffeinated and sleep deprived self, she barely managed to stay awake. 

Honestly, Jennifer was just pleased she made it through class and remained slightly awake for the whole period. For that, she wanted to reward herself with some prepackaged desert at the cafeteria.

Before Jennifer knew the bell rang for lunch. Her favourite period of the day and the hour she will spend devouring a slice of cake.

Jennifer was quick to pack up her bag and slide her graded test at the very bottom. She had gotten a C- and was hoping the teacher wouldn't call home. Jennifer could not afford a call home with how much trouble she was already in with her dad.

 In her perspective, her grade wasn't horrible and could be a lot worse. Yet her stuck-up father shunned anything below a B.

Whatever.

With a pep in her step, Jennifer practically skipped to the cafeteria where her prepackaged cake would be awaiting for her. She can already taste it.

"What do you mean sold out? " Jennifer glared angrily at the lunch lady.

"What? Are you too pretty to read the sign?" The lunch lady snapped back pointing to the sign above the display case and earned a few giggles from people awaiting in line behind her. Jennifer's glare hardened. "We're out of desert, hun. Maybe try an apple or showing up earlier." She retorted.

Jennifer rolled her eyes and judgementally glared at the woman. "I'll Ppass. I'm 'too pretty ' to be early to lunch and eat whatever you call 'healthy '." She gave a tight lipped smile before spinning around with her lunch tray that consisted of only a sandwich thanks to her lack of luck.

As if her day can't get any worse.

With the rest of her dignity and the practically empty lunch tray, Jennifer walked through the cafeteria to find someone to sit with. She wasn't about to sit alone like a loser. But she had higher standards than sitting with the computer geeks in the corner.

"Jenn!" Someone called out.

Jennifer stopped and smiled to herself. Who would she be sitting with today? She turned around to see when her smile dropped seeing the table and the people at it.

She spoke too soon.

"Quite a show you put on last night, Jen." Tommy H. whistled lowly. "Remind me to invite you to my party next weekend." Tommy H. smirked and his eyes scanned Jennifer's figure as if she was nude that made a chill run down her spine in disgust.

Carol nudged Tommy H.'s side in jealousy and Steve sent the boy a glare from across the table. But Nancy didn't respond and instead stood up from the table stepping between the conversation.

"Jen, did you see Barb leave last night?" Nancy anxiously questioned.

Jennifer's eyes flickered to Nancy. "Yeah, she drove me home." She shrugged. "Why? Isn't she here today?"

Nancy shook her head. "No, I haven't seen her. Jen, I'm worried something happened." Her voice dropped down into a whisper.

Jennifer gave a faint reassuring smile. "Relax, Nancy. I am sure she went home and slept through her alarm. Or, better yet, her alarm batteries died." She laughed at the irony.

"Is that what happened to you?" Steve Harrington laughed and gazed over Jennifer's rugged appearance. Carol and Tommy H. joined in but Nancy frowned faintly.

Jennifer rolled her eyes and settled her gaze on Harrington. His arm was draped on the back of Nancy's chair with his cocky and irritating smirk that made any girl melt. But Jennifer wanted to puke at the sight. "Oh, Harrington! Didn't even see you." Jennifer smiled sarcastically. "Is it just me or did your hairline get further back than yesterday? Be careful there Stevie boy. Balding is a serious problem." 

Tommy H. and Carol chuckled, and Nancy shot Jennifer a harsh glare. But Jennifer's eyes were fixed on Steve who was shooting daggers towards her and his jaw clenched tightly. 

Jennifer smirked widened. She loved getting under his skin.

"Jen." Nancy hissed angrily under her breath.

Jennifer scoffed looking back at Nancy. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I'll see you around, Nancy. Call me if you hear from Barb." 

Nancy frowned watching one of her best friends walk away from her and sit with a random group of girls that welcomed her with a smile across the cafeteria. Behind her, the table got back into their conversation about the events her and Steve got up too last night. But Nancy couldn't help herself feel distant from Jennifer. From everyone.

Jennifer was more confident and extroverted than Nancy could ever be. The girl could basically go up to anyone and become their friend. She had this personality that everyone adores. 

That's how Nancy became friends with Jennifer when they were twelve. 

Jennifer approached Nancy and Barb after school, introduced herself confidently, and asked their perspective on acid wash jeans. Apparently the small conversation was a hit because Jennifer kept coming back to their duo repeatedly until they became a trio.

But from that conversation, it was Barb who kept the conversation going. It was Barb who told Jennifer fringe jeans were worse than acid was jeans. It was Barb who invited Jennifer to lunch the next day.

Barb has unknowingly became the glue in the friendship.

On the other hand, Nancy always silently admired Jennifer. She always had. 

That's why when Jennifer started dating Jesse Thompson, Nancy developed a crush on Steve Harrington. Because Steve had the same status and confidence as Jesse. 

But now that Nancy slept with Steve Harrington, she feels this pressure to be more like Jennifer. More confident and proud in herself. But she doesn't. She feels the same as she did yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that . . . But she feels like she is missing something.

Nancy still admires Jennifer. She still wants to be like Jennifer.

But instead, Nancy could only watch from across the cafeteria as Jennifer laughs with a new group of girls about their perspective shoulder pads. A topic that Barb, Jennifer, and Nancy gossiped about last week during their weekly sleepover.

"Where are you Barb..?" Nancy whispered desperately to herself and the universe.

Hours went by before the bell rang to dismiss the school day. Jennifer was productively studying in the library for a complete twenty-two minutes before she rewarded herself with a steady nap for the remaining hour and thirty-eight minutes.

Her head shot up from the textbook she was using as a pillow and let out a yawn from the loud alarm ringing. Students began to filter out of the library and shot her a look, while others smiled in recognition of the tired-teen.

She began packing up slowly and looked up at the clock hanging on the wall disinterested in anyone and anything. It was a quarter passed three meaning she had almost two hours to spend at the Byers house before she had to be home.

Plenty of time, she assured herself.

Hiking the bag on her shoulder, Jennifer left the library to find her damaged but classic blue honda. "Harriett the honda" is Jennifer's first car. Although it is full of scratches, dents, and chips, the car symbolizes more than a mechanical box on wheels.

It's filled with numerous memories.

Cigarette burns on the top of her car from Jesse's unhealthy habit; a blue slushie stain on the passenger seat from Nancy coughing it up through her nose; and the nasty dent on the driver side from crashing into a tree when searching for Will Beyers.

Ah, good times.

Swinging her keys around her index finger, Jennifer pushed the metal doors open of Hawkins whistling a Blondie tune that's been stuck in her head. A smile tugged at her lips seeing Harriet the honda sitting in her usual spot and filled with all the damages.

"Please, give me my bag-" Jennifer heard Jonathan ask desperately. 

Jennifer froze in her spot and stopped whistling. It didn't take long for her to find the scene, finding Jonathan standing in a victim between Tommy H. and Steve tossing his backpack around like a game of piggy-in-the-middle.

"You've got to be kidding..." Jennifer whispered to herself feeling her blood begin to boil. Hot air exhaled out of Jennifer's cheeks in anger from the sight she was witnessing. A sight she refused to be a bystander too. 

Without thought, Jennifer marched towards the scene with anger, vengeance, and hatred with her eyes fixated on the boy holding Jonathan's bag. Which ironically was also the boy she loathes.

"Man, he is totally trembling. He must really have something to hide." Steve Harrington laughed shaking the bag like a kid on Christmas morning. 

Jonathan stood aside helplessly as Steve Harrington opened up the bag on a car's trunk pulling out some pictures he was looking for. His grin faltered when seeing the photo in his hand and his gaze darkened in disgust.

"Harrington! Those aren't yours! I'd give them back before my fist meets your jaw." Jennifer shouted a warning at the boy marching into the scene. Steve glanced up and didn't have a second to react.

"Jen-" Jonathan tried to stop Jennifer as she snatched the photos out of Steve's hand, knowing she was unaware of the situation she walked into.

Tommy H. let out a laugh as Jennifer stood up to Steve holding the pictures behind her. "You are an absolute horrible, disgusting, and immature human being for teasing someone that lost his brother." She spat out in disgust. Her body was so close to Steve that he felt the heat radiating off of her. But her anger was contagious as he felt his expression harden from her accusations. "I can't believe you." She detested.

Steve raised an eyebrow and his jaw clenched. "I'm horrible, disgusting, and immature?" He asked in disbelief. Jennifer didn't respond and Steve glared down at her, crossing his arms defensively. "Why don't you look at the photos in your hands that belong to your best friend here?" Steve hummed daringly.

Jennifer narrowed her eyes uncertain of the prank he was pulling. But she took the bait.

Her eyes flickered down to the photos in her hand and felt her world freeze in place. It was a photo of her. Last night at Steve's house. She was lounging on a chair laughing with a beer in her hand.

"Jen-" Jonathan pathetically attempted to stop her.

But Jennifer didn't listen. She flipped to the next photo and stopped breathing. It was a photo of her sitting on the pool side with a small smile. She flipped to the next photo and felt her hearing fade. It was her undressing herself before diving in the pool. She was only wearing her bra and underwear.

"Jen..." Jonathan sighed.

"Jonathan, what is this? " Jennifer spat out turning around to face the boy. 

Jonathan froze. Jennifer was glaring daggers at him and her cheeks were red. From afar, Jonathan saw her hands shake but he was uncertain if it was being upset or being vivid.

"I-I was looking for my brother." Jonathan whispered looking at the ground shamefully, knowing how much it sounds like an excuse.

"No." Steve stepped beside Jennifer and grabbed the photos from her hand. Jennifer didn't protest. "No, this is called stalking." He held the photos up for Jonathan to see.

"Hey, guys. What's going on?" Jennifer heard Nancy's voice appear. But she didn't check to confirm. She was busy staring at the concrete trying to comprehend everything as her mind was desperate to make connections of why Jonathan would do this.

It has to be a misunderstanding, right?

"Ah, if it isn't the staring lady." Tommy H. laughed.

Carol scoffed. "This creep was spying on us last night. He is probably saving this one for later." She stated passing the photos from Steves hand to Nancy's.

Nancy took the photos and studied them quietly, glancing at Jennifer from the corner of her eye whose refused to look at anyone.

"See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong." Steve clicks his tongue grabbing the photos out of Nancy's hand and began walking towards Jonathan. "Man, that's the thing about perverts. It's hardwired into them. You know, they just can't help themselves." Steve grinned and began ripping the photos up, littering the ground with the pieces in front of Jonathan. The boy could only watch unable to look anywhere else. Steve grinned cockily in victory, "So, I guess we will just have to take away his toy." He concluded.

Jonathan finally unfroze from the ground and tried to reach for Steve but was held back by Tommy H.. "No, please not the camera." He begged Steve desperately.

Jennifer finally looked up to take in the scene: Jonathan begging Steve not to destroy his camera, Steve standing cockily with the camera in his hands, and solicited photos of her and Nancy covering the pavement.

Steve teased Jonathan to come grab it from his hand but Jennifer knew what he was doing. But she couldn't find a voice to stop his actions.

The moment Jonathan stepped forward, the camera smashed against the ground.

Steve laugh and filtered away from the scene, taking the crowd with him. But Jennifer remained frozen in place staring at Jonathan like he was a stranger. The Jonathan she knew wouldn't do this. The Jonathan she knew wouldn't take these photos of her. The Jonathan she knew wouldn't keep this a secret from her...

Jonathan stared down at his camera in despair and fell to his knees to assess the damage, uncertain of whether Jennifer and Nancy's trust or his camera was more damaged than the other.

With a deep breath, Jennifer concluded her thoughts. She had to get out of her.

She turned on the heel of her boot and began to walk towards her car without a word.

"Jen-!" Jonathan called out after her.

"Don't, Jonathan. Don't dig the hole deeper than it already is." Jennifer called back coldly walking away from the scene with disinterest. Unlike Nancy, she didn't want to look at the photos or keep some scraps.

Jennifer wanted to get far away from Jonathan and her problems for just a little bit. She couldn't believe that Jonathan would do something like this. She wanted to believe this wasn't him and he was being framed. But Jonathan didn't deny it.

Conflicted is the only word to describe how Jennifer felt. Jonathan has been the only person she could rely on and to tell her the truth for the past few years. But now she feels like she was stabbed in the back.

Is Jonathan only my friend for the same reason Jesse dated me? Jennifer's thoughts began to roam and she hated them.

Unlocking Harriet the honda and sliding into the driver seat, Jennifer started the ignition to begin blasting Blondie over the radio. She doesn't know what to think right now but she is certain of one thing: she doesn't want to think right now.

Luckily, she knows just how to solve her problem. Which ironically is the same reason she was in this mess.

#steve harrington x oc #steve harrington

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

Can i get some sweet stommy with the party + Johnathan and nancy?

Also some nancy and tommy sort of getting along?

I hope you have a good day :)

oh yes, yes, you can!! and i hope you’re having a wonderful day.

...

It was the Easter of 1984 and Tommy was straightening his tie in Steve’s floor length mirror. They were both getting ready for their holiday invitation to the infamous Byers house.

Tommy craned his neck to check for collar creases, “Remind me again why we can’t just stay here and eat discounted chocolate. Alone.”

Steve’s voice echoed back from where he was in the open bathroom, “Because, my father is somewhere in Cuba and he won’t let Diana come back home until their deal is done. Apparently the business man’s wife has taken a liking to her and he wants the extra tool.”

Tommy squinted at himself, “I always forget about that little thing your mom and you do. It’s odd you know.” Steve stepped out and Tommy spotted him through the mirror. Pleased with Steve’s laid back look. Light trousers and a tucked in pastel pink button up. He was folding the cuffs up to his elbows and smiled up dashingly.

“What’s odd about it? She doesn’t like being called mom so it’s like our own inside joke.” He laughed to himself and stopped walking when he was right behind Tommy. He seemed to admire Tommy’s own getup. Light green dress shirt and smooth pants. His tie was striped like an easter egg with greens and purples and pinks. Steve had been the one to dig it out from the lost pile of presents he’d gotten from lackey aunts over the years. “You look nice,” Steve leaned his chin on Tommy’s shoulder.

Tommy grinned, “Well someone’s got to be the star of the show when we get there.” Steve pouted but gave him a hug from behind and left after a smooth kiss to the shoulder.

“Meet me downstairs when you’re done, I have to go get all the eggs in the car for the egg hunt,” he called as he trotted out of the room.

Tommy groaned in response, “I still can’t believe you signed up for that!”

“I’m a dedicated man!”

===

Joyce had immediately given Tommy a tray of deviled eggs. Said something alike to ‘make yourself at home’ and dragged Steve off to hide easter eggs. Mike stared at him from the couch, Will Byers and Nancy Wheeler upon it with him.

“Why are you here?” he asked disdainfully, face pinched up.

Tommy moved the tray around so it was better secure in his arms, “I came with Steve. I was invited,” he spouted defensively.

Mike shook his head, “I don’t even know why he was invited in the first place either,” he muttered. Will frowned and Nancy and Tommy scolded him together accidentally.

“Hey!” they looked at each other and then back at Mike, “Don’t say that!” they looked back with glares.

“Stop copying each other,” Mike stood up and Will frowned at him, looking away from his and Dustin’s conversation. “It’s weird,” he walked over to the hallway and Will only stared a moment more before looking at Tommy with a small smile.

“You’re welcome here, don’t mind him.” Will put a hand up to cup his mouth as though he was sharing a secret, “He doesn’t like new people.”

Tommy scoffed and rolled his eyes, “I can tell.” When Will looked uncertain, between a smile and even more hesitation. He smiled at the kid and stepped forward with the plate, “Can I take a seat with you?” he looked between the two. Nancy rose an eyebrow but gestured to the empty spot Mike has left. He took it after Will gave an enthusiastic nod.

Dustin noticed quickly, luckily not as judgmental as the younger Wheeler, “Hey, can I have one of those eggs?” Tommy glanced down at the full tray and held it out.

“Help yourself, kid,” he encouraged. Dustin smiled and Tommy didn’t mention the odd formation of it. Just set the tray back in his lap when Dustin seemed satisfied with the amount he’d grabbed. Nancy coughed lightly to get his attention, to which he gave politely.

“So you and Steve are...” she hung off the last word.

Tommy stared blankly for a long moment until it hit him, “Would that be a problem?” he asked in the same tone she had used. Only a little mocking.

She sat up straighter, “No, no! I support you and him completely! I’m so happy he’s finally found himself,” she spoke quieter.

Will tugged on his sleeve, “So you’re actually with him?” he asked and Tommy grinned.

“Jealous?” he teased, and Will went bright pink before laughing. Lucas wandered into the room with another tray, decorated with pigs in a blanket instead. Nancy took one eagerly when he offered the plate to her. Lucas held the tray back after and eyed Tommy speculating.

“You’re cool now right?” he held the plate out to him too.

Nancy tapped at his foot with her stout heels and he nodded, “Cooler than a cucumber,” he answered cheerily. Kept back a cringe at himself.

Lucas nodded sympathetically, “I’ve heard Hopper say that one too many times. Steve say it too?”

Tommy nodded, “He won’t stop.” Lucas laughed and left the plate on the coffee table before joining Dustin.

Steve came back into the room and sat on the floor in front of Tommy’s legs. He had a few grass stains on his knees and Tommy knew they came from his determination to find the best hiding spots.

Dustin took notice of his appearance fast, “Hey, man, Lucas and I want a third player for rummy. You down?”

Tommy leaned forward before Steve could answer, “Can I play too?” he asked eagerly. Didn’t even try to hide it.

Dustin stared at him, a bit wide eyed in shock, but nodded nonetheless, “Sure. You know how to play?”

Tommy smirked proudly and puffed his chest a little, “I’m my family’s champion.” Lucas took a pack of cards out from his jeans and started shuffling them.

Will watched for a short while but then stood up, “I’m going to go talk to Mike,” he explained. Tommy expected Steve to get up and take the open seat, but he didn’t. And no one questioned why he didn’t after he leaned his head against Tommy’s knees comfortably.

Nancy knocked on the table as Lucas prepared to deal, “I’m in too. I wanna give Hagan a run for his money,” she nudged him playfully with her hand.

Tommy laughed and shook his head, “Too bad for you, I didn’t bring my wallet.”

Steve grumbled, “Awe, I was gong to make you drive home.”

Tommy pressed his lips onto the top of Steve’s head unceremoniously, “Just kidding, Honey.” Steve smiled and handed Tommy his hand from the pile on the table. When the game began, he didn’t tell Steve that he could see all his cards. And Steve either didn’t care or didn’t realize. Knowing him it really could have been either.

Nancy cackled femininely when he put a three of diamonds down. He smiled at his cards and watched over them as she took up half the discards. Steve frowned and his shoulders slumped as she put down a lengthy row of numbers.

“Nice move, Wheeler,” he complimented.

She smiled, “Thanks, Hagan. I could give you some pointers,” she offered in mock seriousness.

“I’m good,” he deflected with a laugh of his own. Dustin continued the round and put down a few points of his own. Johnathan joined them not too long after at the side of the couch beside Nancy. He pointed as though he was giving her alternative options and opinions of his own.

Tommy looked down at Steve’s mess of a hand. He felt badly for him. Steve wasn’t good with card games, with good luck strategy. And his hand really had started horrendously. He tapped on Steve’s five of hearts and then pointed at the discard pile. Something that didn’t match any of the other suits. He was met with Steve’s upside down face, beaming brightly back at him.

It was a few more turns later that Tommy picked up the whole entire discard pile. Everyone gasped, even Johnathan. Tommy felt a small thrill and smirked.

Nancy clicked her tongue at him, “So you’re one of those people.” He simply focused on his overflowing hand of cards and then put down half of them in one go. Nancy pursued her lips, “I see how it is.”

Dustin threw his hands up, almost loosing his cards, “What the hell, man!”

Steve snapped his fingers, “Language!”

Lucas shook his head at them and grinned at Tommy, “You could teach us a few things, couldn’t you?”

Tommy nodded back and started organizing his cards after discarding, “After I leave you all in the dust winning. Sure.”

It was yet again a few more turns later, and Steve’s first couple actual plays set down, when Mike was dragged back out by Will. They sat by the open side of the coffee table on the floor.

Mike watched as Tommy played and then opened his mouth slowly, “I’m sorry for being so rude to you.” Will nodded along and smiled at Tommy. Tommy looked down to see Steve grinning proudly and nodding along to Mike’s apology. Although he continued on, “Even though I think you deserved it.”

Tommy nodded and Mike rose a brow at him just as his sister had prior, “Probably,” he agreed plainly. Nancy discarded an eight of spades and he looked down at his last three cards.

She looked at her brother, “I think Hagan’s okay.” Steve turned his head and pressed his lips against the side of Tommy’s knee sneakily.

Dustin was rearranging his hand, “Yeah, Mike. Give him a chance.”

Lucas eyed Tommy’s hidden cards as though he could tell what was to about happen next, “I think Steve’s made a good choice in bringing him today.” Mike crossed his arms and Will nudged him perkily.

Everyone sighed, except Steve, when Tommy picked up Nancy’s discard and set down a small set and his final discard.

Nancy laughed with him through his victory cry of, “Rummy!”

#tommy hagan #steve harrington #stommy #nancy wheeler #will byers #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #stranger things

[ibelieveindragons141]

Being Good Enough

Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: Ever since you started dating Steve, Tommy and Carol have been horrible to you. Time for some defensive/protective Steve to make it right!

Word count: 708

Warnings: Teensy bit of swearing near the end 🙊

“Hey, babe,” Steve pecked you on the cheek with a kiss and plopped down beside you at the lunch table.

“Hey, how was bio?” You asked as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

He grimaced but said lightly, “It was fine.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “Sure it was.”

“But now I’m with you, so who cares?”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek and smiled. A male voice suddenly cut through the air.

“Jesus, carol, maybe if you just blew him you’d get an A.”

“Oh shut up, Tommy.” Carol snapped.

Your spirits instantly sank as Carol and Tommy sat down in front of you and Steve. Carol obnoxiously popped her gum right in your face.

“Still hanging out with this one, Stevey?” Tommy sniggered, staring at you like you were something unpleasant. You stared down at your food silently.

“Yeah, Harrington,” Carol rolled her eyes, “I thought you’d be over Nancy by now. I mean come on, you know? Drop the rebound.”

Your arms curled defensively around your stomach.

“Hey, guys-“ Steve tried to cut in but Tommy interrupted him, “Awww you hear that, Carol? He’s defending the freak.”

“She’s not a freak,” Steve said firmly.

“She hangs out with Johnathan Byers.” Carol said, disgusted.

You could stand by while they insulted you, but attacking your best friend was the last straw. “Don’t you dare talk about Johnathan like that!”

Tommy raised an eyebrows and said, “Oooh, she speaks.”

“Cool party trick, bitch.” Carol’s eyes bore into you.

Steve slammed his fist onto the table, “Shut up, Carol!”

Tommy shot up, “Watch it, Harrington.”

Steve got out of his seat and leaned over the table. “Oh yeah? You really wanna go there, Hagan? Huh?”

“Steve,” You stood and grabbed his arm. “Don’t, it’s not worth it.”

“Y/n, they-“

“I know,” you shut your eyes and took a deep breath, “Look maybe, maybe they have a point.”

“What?” His voice crackled.

“You’re ‘King Steve’ and I’m just... me.”

“No, no,” he shook his head, “Y/n, you can you even think that?” He sounded exasperated.

“Face it, Harrington, she’s not good enough for you.” Carol smacked her gum.

“Wha- NO! No, y/n, you are perfect and funny and talented and you- your smile lights your every goddamn room you enter and you have the best taste in music ever and you are so good. The best, really.” He took your hands, “Don’t you ever think that you’re not good enough, because you are. More than anyone I’ve ever met.”

You met his eyes which were so sincere and warm that it sent a wave of reassurance washing over you. you couldn’t find the right words to respond to such a passionate outburst, so you settled on, “Really?”

He sputtered, “Yes!”

Carol and Tommy watched on with wide eyes and dropped jaws.

“Steve, you’re making such a mistake...”

“You know what, Tommy? You can shove whatever you were about to say right up your ass because I don’t give a shit what you think about me or y/n.” He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close. “Because I love, y/n.” He declared strongly.

Your head snapped to him. “You do?”

He met your eyes sheepishly, “This isn’t exactly how I wanted to tell you, but yeah, I love you.”

You kissed him and whispered against his lips softly, “I love you too.”

“Oh good, because if you didn’t, this would be really awkward.”

“Wanna get out of here?” You glanced around at all the eyes staring at the outbursts at your table.

“Definitely,” he grabbed your hand and quickly dragged you outside into the warmth of the sun.

“Hey,” he turned to you, “What do you say we skip English and get some ice cream?”

You squeezed his hand, “That sounds good.”

“Good enough?” He joked, raising an eyebrow.

You just shook your head and laughed, “Good enough.”

A/n: Just a little late night thing that popped into my head. Tell me what you think :)

#x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #tommy hagan #carol perkins #hawkins indiana #fluff #angst with a happy ending #bullying #first i love you #aww

[bronskiibeat]

Secrets Scared

Hello, this is a prompt fill, long time coming! Got a bit long, and I got a bit thinky. Requested by @catharrington Words: 2816 “Oh? Really? You thought we had a future? What gave you that idea.” (might have taken a little liberty with the phrasing though!) Thanks to the advice given by folks on this before I posted it, I’ve learned a lot. x

TW for: fighting, violence, abusive/toxic relationship.

Read on AO3 here!

-x-

Steve wasn’t really sure why Billy insisted on the act. He knew the kind of trouble they’d both be in if it got out Steve Harrington was going with Billy Hargrove. But when it came to these people, the ones who had scooped Steve out of a Russian secret base, the one’s who had fought tooth and nail to keep Billy from being destroyed by the mind flayer, Steve didn’t know why they needed to keep up the act. He was pretty sure the kids knew, maybe even Joyce, who was sometimes painfully perceptive over dinner that Steve felt she might have some mind reading powers of her own. Other than a few comments about how Steve preferred hanging out with Billy now rather than them, or Joyce asking both Steve and Max if Billy wanted to join them for dinner, nobody said anything.

Until Dustin opened his huge ungodly mouth. “Steve!” Came the scream from the other side of the road, “Your boyfriend is here!”

Billy had heard, Steve could tell that from where he was smoking with Hopper on the porch, listening to the kids engage in some convoluted game across the road in the woods, as far as Hopper would let El go alone. He could tell Billy had heard Dustin because instead of his boyfriend calling his sister home, a cloud of rage with Billy’s face was wafting towards him across the drive, ire burning the front wisps of his hair.

Steve wanted to do something to alleviate the sudden increase in air pressure, so decided on shouting back to Dustin. “He’s not my boyfriend dickweed!”

Hopper cleared his throat, like an awkward uncle at a Christmas Party, stubbing out his cig to step inside. “Just need to ask Joyce about next week.” He said as he excused himself. So much for none of them knowing Steve thought to himself helplessly.

Before Steve could have another sensible thought, he was being lifted out of his chair, to land against the wall of the house, his head knocking back with a thud. Billy’s hands on his collar pushing him up higher than he could comfortably manage without having to push himself up onto his toes. “Billy?” He asked, eyes going wide as he took in the man before him. A face completely unfamiliar to Steve was staring back, the Billy he’d got so used to spending his days with was gone, replaced with the boy who had nearly killed him here last year.

Fear took over his confusion as this all registered like a feather sinking through lead, the thought that maybe he was back, it was open, quickly erased by Billy’s tight growl. “What the fuck have you told them?” He asked through gritted teeth. “Nothing, fuck Billy. Nothing!” Steve replied, grabbing at Billy’s wrists, as if that would make him let go in itself.

“Then why does Henderson think you’re my boyfriend?” He asked, pulling Steve’s collar higher for effect. He’d been through too many emotions to pick one that made sense, so Steve fell into what he knew the best: clowning. He smirked, eyebrows raised in challenge, “Well maybe because you are sweetcheeks.” He replied.

Humour didn’t carry him far and Steve had to choose another emotion quickly, red nose being knocked off by Billy pulling him closer only to shove him back into the house. “Billy, what the fuck?” He hissed, eyes glancing past him to see if the kids were around. “What. Did. You. Tell. Them.” Billy ground out, face millimetres from Steve’s own, the rage radiating from him catching, something equally hot now rising in Steve’s chest.

“Nothing. Maybe if we’d both said something to them they wouldn’t be speculating like they are now!” Steve snapped, having enough of being manhandled, pulling Billy’s arms off his shirt and pushing him forward to step around him to get some space.

“I can’t!” Billy shouted, making to grab Steve again, who dodged it and shoved him away roughly, putting a good couple of feet between them.

“Yes you can!” Steve replied as they stood watching each other, like two dogs circling, scoping out what was going to happen next. Steve stepped away again so his words would have space to come out, “Those kids keep bigger secrets already, you having a boyfriend is not gonna be a stitch on the fact one of them has magic powers.” He straightened his roughed-up shirt and ran fingers through his hair, “You’re just too scared.” He finished.

Steve was aiming for some sort of reassurance, but saw it land as mocking as Billy lunged towards him. It was as if they’d not spent a year together at all, Steve’s truths falling on deaf ears.

Having known Billy for a good few years now, and intimately so for the last one of those, Steve knew how Billy fought, all fists and big swings. So as Billy threw his whole weight behind his fist he grabbed hold of his arms, grappling to keep him from landing a hit. Steve always fought defensively, instead pushing and blocking rather than going in on Billy the way Billy seemingly wanted to on him, elbows and knees digging in where they could manage, hands still held mostly immobile by Steve. “Just fucking calm down!” Steve snapped as he held his boyfriend as still as he could manage. One of Billy’s knees pressing in his thigh made him let do and thump the other boy in the chest to be able to push him back and take a breath, hoping the other boy was done with his outburst. Steve and Billy were both used to a bit of roughhousing, they were a pair of 19 year olds after all, it would be weird if there wasn’t a bit of scrapping now and then. It always ended civilly, a grown-up conversation following the initial release of any pent-up emotions. They grappled, and pushed and pulled and tugged and grabbed, then talked and hugged and went about their lives. But this wasn’t happening on their own time, in their own house, and the fact they were here, at Joyce’s, with the kids just over the road, it was pushing anxiety round and round Steve’s chest.

“I’m scared?!” Billy shouted, voice cracking with something Steve didn’t have chance to work out, “Look at you! Fight back!” A fist met Steve’s nose then, sending the taste of blood to Steve’s mouth, and surprise up to his brain. He hadn’t expected that, other than that one time where Max saved his ass, Billy had never thrown a punch to land like that and it hurt, and not just his nose. Steve heard Billy still shouting, the words their own blows as he stumbled back to hit the side of the deck, worried for a moment he might fall off and smash his head. He felt like was walking on jello, his brain sloshing from side to side in his head like his skull was filled with water, he wasn’t sure his face hurt enough to warrant that response, the shock of actually being hit apparently having a lot to answer for.

Another voice brought him back to reality, it was Hopper. “Johnathan!” Came the shout. Steve thought that was weird, Johnathan had been inside making bread, he’d not just punched him in the face. As if Hopper’s voice had summoned the image of Byers, his field of vision was suddenly filled with Johnathan, snapping him back to his sense, fighting to get free from where Byers was holding him, suddenly finding the fight to get at Billy so he could give as good as he’d just gotten. “I hate you!” He shouted irrationally, pointing an accusing finger at Billy over Johnathan’s shoulder. The Billy who was seemingly doing the same from behind Hopper.

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Things had simmered, by simmered Steve meant since Hopper had thrown Billy into the shed and given him a piece of his mind and Joyce had forced Steve to sit on the sofa so she could clean his face and press some frozen peas on his nose. The kids had all gone home with Johnathan, El and Will were quietly drawing in his room at the back of the house.

Joyce was looking at him with those eyes, the ones she somehow only reserved for when Steve had his face kicked in. He knew she knew about him and Billy, and of anyone in his entire world, even more than Robin, he trusted her with it. He had the sudden need to say something, to acknowledge it. “Joyce?” His voice sounded so unfamiliar.

“Yeah honey?” “I love Billy.” He whispered, unexpected tears prickling at his eyes.

She smiled sadly, dropping herself to sit in the chair opposite, leaning her arms forward onto her knees. “I know you do Steve. But is this good?” She asked, eyebrows pointing to Steve’s nose that had just stopped bleeding. Joyce admitting she knew Steve loved Billy touched something raw in his chest and the tears in his eyes freed themselves, heading down his cheeks as he considered her question.

“This has only ever happened here.” He finally answered, a short wet laugh coming with the words, “And never since we’ve been going together, really since… it happened.” Now he’d spoken he felt the need to keep going. “He’s so scared of his dad finding out. He won’t… he won’t even tell Max because he so afraid.” He said, gaze reserved for his wringing hands.

Joyce nodded, recognising Steve’s need to just talk it out. “I can help you with that, both of you, whatever you need, you can come to me.” She said seriously, an expression Steve saw directed his way so infrequently but knowing each word was meant hard.

His attention was drawn to the back door opening, Billy stepping through ahead of Hopper. He looked as much of a state as Steve did. His nose wasn’t bloodied the way Steve was, but his eyes were red with tears, his cheeks stained with the tracks they’d taken down his cheeks. Hopper’s hand was at the back of his neck guiding him into the room.

Hopper cleared his throat, looking to Joyce for a quick eye contact conversation before pushing Billy gently towards Steve. “Mr Hargrove has something he’d like to say to you Steve.” He said before letting go and stepping outside. Joyce stood too, Steve’s eyes following her. Her eyebrows asked ‘You okay with me going?’, to which Steve replied with a nod, turning his attention to his socked feet, unable to bring his gaze round to Billy. Billy waited until they were alone before crossing the room, pointing at the sofa beside Steve. “Can I?” “No.” Steve said quietly, shaking his head and feeling pathetic for it, but hoping Billy would understand. He pointed at the chair Joyce had vacated, indicating Billy could sit there. Especially since the incident with the Russians, but really if he thought about it even before that, Steve would keep his personal space his own, not used to people wanting to invade it or touch him. Much less when he was already feeling vulnerable, he’d spoken to Billy about it before, when they were just starting to be friends, each with their respective Starcourt trauma to negotiate before they could even consider each other. But he knew Billy got it, he couldn’t stand to be touched then either, memories of it making it impossible for them to even lean up against each other on the sofa. But things had got better since then, they’d gotten used to the touch of one another, hands holding, feet meeting on the sofa, they were comfortable with each other now.

Steve remembered all this as he forced Billy to sit away from him, so they weren’t touching, so there was a couple of feet between them. Billy dropped his head down to his shoulder to wipe his eyes, slouching into the chair and pushing a foot along the carpet to be as close to Steve as he could manage without upsetting him. “I fucked up there really didn’t I?” He asked, not really expecting an answer, so not being disappointed when he didn’t get one. Steve’s gaze was still reserved for his own feet but Billy’s had entered the frame and he pushed his own to sit next to it, not touching but as close as.

Steve blew his cheeks out, his wet diverted eyes betraying any hope he had that he might be putting up a cold icy front to put Billy off. “Oh you think?”

“Stevie look at me.” That name, it was always that name, Steve swiped at his eyes angrily, but meet Billy’s gaze.

“I’m so sorry. I freaked out.” Billy started in apology.

Steve shrugged his shoulders, eyes dropping again. “You punched me. In the face.” He murmured, voice carrying not only the hurt but the anger that he’d put that trust between them and Billy had shit on it.

“I know, I feel shit. Hop said… Hop said I shouldn’t let…” He stopped to growl deep in his throat, the fear he was struggling to articulate paralysing him from being able to. Steve’s foot gently poked Billy’s, pushing him to say it. “He said I shouldn’t channel my fear towards you.” He finished quietly.

Steve nodded, pulling his knees up onto the sofa, wrapping his arms around them to sit comfortably, as small as he could make himself.  

“Then why did you? In what world was that dramatic overreaction going to make anything better?” He asked, the fire in his eyes directed now to Billy’s, demanding explanation. “You could have just asked me, like a normal person.”

“I was so…” Scared, they both thought, Steve knew Billy well enough to know what he wanted to say. “If those kids found out, and it got back to my dad. Fuck Steve I’d be dead. We would both be dead.” He finished quietly, his gaze locked with Steve’s.

“Those kids keep more secrets than even you know about Billy. Big secrets.” Steve replied. “I get that you were worried about your dad, but you could have gone about it so differently.”

“I know, in the future I need to think before just freaking out.” He said, and Steve could hear Hopper’s words in there, knowing this was knowledge Billy had had drilled into him in the half hour since the Chief had dragged him off kicking and screaming.

Steve frowned, Joyces’s words from earlier in his head, is this good? “You think we have a future? After that stunt? What gave you that idea?” Fuck, just saying that hurt. He couldn’t imagine how it felt to hear those words, he watched Billy carefully, his own tears again sliding their ways surreptitiously out of his eyes.

Billy’s gaze that had been focussed on anything but Steve, but he was suddenly completely focussed on watching Steve, who was crying silently. “What, Steve what do you mean?” Steve shrugged his shoulders, in all honesty he didn’t know what he meant. He was hurt, his pride was bruised, and on reflection his words sounded like a break up. But he wasn’t sure that was what he wanted either. “I don’t know, okay. You’ve really fucked up, I can’t… you can’t expect an apology to just fix this.” He pressed his toes into the inside of Billy’s foot again, thinking about what he wanted to say.

“When we fight, it’s never…” He pushed out a frustrated breath. “It’s never this” he gestured to his nose, “it’s just banter, bit of stress relief, nobody gets hurt, but smacking my nose so hard it bleeds, not cool. I’m…” He squeezed his eyes shut, what was he. “I’m fucking angry. You’ve shit on the trust we’d built.” He finished sadly, pressing his face into his knees.

Billy swallowed, he wanted nothing more than to cross the space between them and wrap his arms around Steve and tell him it would be okay, but instead he quietly offered the words that so infrequently crossed his lips. “I’m so sorry Stevie.”

Steve didn’t move, not counting his shoulders that were pulling in shaking breaths to try and steady himself, to try and get some coherent thoughts into his brain to work out how they could make this better.

“Do you want me to go?” Billy asked, standing up where he was.

“No, no. I… I wanna go home.” He said gently, pulling his red rimmed eyes up to meet Billy’s, to show that he was trying.

Billy stood awkwardly, “Do you want to drive? I can drive you? Hopper would take you?” He stumbled on his words, something so rare with Hawkins’ Man with the Attitude that Steve was a little surprised. “Would you?” Steve asked hopefully, brown eyes meeting blue, igniting hope in those eyes too.  

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[hunnywrites]

Arcade Dreams: Chapter Twenty Two

Summary: There’s a new girl working at the Palace Arcade and Hawkins’ Family Video. Billy can’t stand her, and the feeling is mutual. No matter what everyone else seems to think.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC

A/N: Writer’s block is a very weird thing, my dudes. I had about half of this chapter written in like an hour and then I just could NOT finish it. But it’s here now! We’re getting closer and closer to the nightmare that is the Mind Flayer. Who else is excited?

By the time Teddi, El and Max made it back to the apartment, the two girls had filled Teddi in on everything from Demogorgons, to secret government labs, to alternate dimensions out in the woods. Teddi had been uncharacteristically quiet through all of it. 

“So you’re saying...that El has magic, psychic powers and that monsters from Dungeons and Dragons, a board game, kidnapped Will and possessed him?” she asked finally after she’d spent nearly three entire minutes starting quietly at Max and El. 

“I mean, that’s the short version…” Max muttered. “Everything got quiet right when you moved here. We got rid of the Mind Flayer and things went back to normal...for the most part.” 

Teddi’s eyebrows came together in a confused frown. “...Are you two messing with me right now? How long did it take you to come up with all of this? I gotta say, it’s pretty impressive,” she laughed. “You like actually had me there for a second-” 

Max looked over at El and shot her a look that Teddi was familiar with. It was like they were judging someone without speaking a word. El shifted in her seat a little, turning towards the TV and taking in a deep breath. Teddi opened her mouth to ask what she was doing, the sound cut off with a gasp as the TV came to life. Teddi jumped, falling further back against the couch. “...H-how…?” she asked with wide eyes. The TV shut off again. 

El wasn’t finished yet. The stack of magazines on the coffee table in front of them rose up into the air, each issue shuffling together before landing back on the table in a neat stack. Teddi’s mouth was hanging open as she stared down hard at the magazines. “...Holy shit,” she breathed out. The two girls watched carefully as she stood up, moving around the couch and to the fridge. She grabbed one of Billy’s beers, popping the tab and taking a long swig. “Holy shit.” 

“You sound like Steve.” Max joked, she and El letting out small laughs. 

Teddi wiped the foam from her lips with the back of her hand, letting out a loud scoff. “Wait, what? Steve knows about all of this and I don’t? Steve Harrington?”

“He helped Nancy and Johnathan catch the Demogorgon when Will went missing,” Max explained. “Then he helped us destroy the Demodog nest last year.” 

“Nancy and Jonathan know? Am I the only person around here that doesn’t know about all of this?” Teddi asked, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. 

“Billy doesn’t know.” El assured her. 

“Yeah, I stabbed him in the neck with tranquilizers when he tried to kill Steve at the Byers’ place.” Max said with a proud look.

“What?!” Teddi blanched. 

Max rolled her eyes. “We have other things we should be focusing on right now. Like finding Billy and figuring out what he’s up to.” 

Teddi had no idea how she was supposed to focus on whatever it was that Billy was doing now. She had suddenly stumbled into a fantasy world that was straight out of the books she loved to read. How could she possibly worry about boys when there might be monsters running around Hawkins?

“You know...when you said El could find Billy, I thought you were gonna just suggest we star 69 the last number that called.” Teddi finally said. 

El and Max gave each other another look. “...This way’s more fun.” El finally said. 

Teddi couldn’t argue there. “Well what do we do? How does this work? I was kidding earlier about the ouija board but I totally have one in my closet-”

El laughed, shaking her head. “I need a radio. And a blindfold.” 

Teddi didn’t need to hear anymore. She hurried off to Billy’s room, grabbing his boombox and yanking the cord from the wall. There was a brief moment when she thought that she could probably find something Billy had used as a blindfold at some point, but shuddered at the thought. Instead she grabbed a pink bandana from her room, bringing the radio and the blindfold back out to the tiny living room. 

El sat with her back to the TV. She tied the bandana around her eyes while Max plugged the stereo in and set it next to her. El had done this a handful of times before with Max. They liked to spy on the boys whenever they got bored. It was simple enough, but El had to admit she was sort of dreading what she might see once she found Billy.

El couldn’t see Teddi, but she could practically feel her nervous, jittery energy from the couch. “So how does this work? Is it like telekinetic powers or something? Like Jean Grey?” Teddi asked, her words were quick and almost jumbled together. 

“Teddi,” Max laughed. “You have to be quiet.” 

Teddi mumbled out a sorry, the room growing quiet. El sat up straight, taking in a deep breath. Nothing happened at first. El let the breath she’d been holding in out slowly. There was a low hum of electricity that filled the tiny apartment. The tips of El’s fingers felt tingly, like she had shocked herself. The feeling travelled up her arms, the lights flickering around them as the room almost groaned under the weight of her powers. 

“Your nose!” Teddi breathed out. El could hear her get up from her seat, ready to wipe away the small trail out blood that was probably running down El’s nose. She never really felt it when it happened anymore. 

“It’s fine. It happens when she uses her powers sometimes.” Max explained.

“Guys.” El mumbled. 

“..Sorry.” Teddi and Max said. Eventually El found Billy. She always found it harder to find Billy than it was Mike or any of the boys or even Teddi. She didn’t know why. Sometimes she felt like somehow he knew she was watching him and was trying to push her away. It didn’t feel like that now at least. El almost immediately felt guilty for prying. 

“I see him,” El finally said. Max perked up, Teddi leaning forwards against the coffee table. El frowned as Billy’s surroundings started to slowly appear around him. There were shelves of books around him. And a pretty girl. She was smiling up at him. “He’s...there’s books.” she said with a slight frown.

Teddi raised an eyebrow. “Books? Yeah right. Is it possible for her powers to be broken?” she asked. Max let out a snort. El didn’t answer. 

“There’s a girl,” El mumbled. She leaned forward to get a better look at the name tag she was wearing. “...Mckenna?”

“Who the fuck’s Mckenna?” 

“Max,” Teddi said sternly. There was a long pause before Teddi finally spoke again. “...It’s gotta be Mckenna Prescott. She went to school with us. I’m pretty sure she works at the bookstore at the mall. But Mckenna’s nice. I mean, I thought she was…” Teddi said with a frown. 

El watched Billy flash a charming smile down at Mckenna. He leaned against one of the shelves casually, tucking a hand in one of his pockets. “I really appreciate this, Mckenna. You’re a lifesaver.” he said cooly.

Mckenna giggled, giving her chocolatey hair a dramatic shake. “It’s no problem, Billy,” El hated how she said his name. She let out a small ‘blech’ sound. “I think it’s in the back room. Follow me.” 

Billy, Mckenna and the bookshelves started to slowly fade away like a cloud of smoke as the two walked off. El frowned hard at what she had just seen. Was it suspicious? Definitely. Did it make any sense? Not even close. She pulled the bandana off, her eyes immediately falling on Teddi. 

Teddi looked almost scared. Like she was waiting for El to tell her something horrible. It sounded horrible. El wanted to believe that there was something about this that she was missing. Something that would prove that Billy wasn’t the guy that everyone thought he was. 

“...That’s all I could see,” El finally lied. “He’s too far, I think.”

Max and Teddi both noticeably deflated. “Well should we go to the mall?” Max asked, her head whipping over towards Teddi. 

Teddi had settled back into that unusual silence. She watched El, like she knew she was lying and was waiting for her to crack. Hop gave her that look sometimes too. It never made her feel as guilty as it was now. Eventually Teddi shook her head. “No. That’s...no. I’m sure it’s fine, right? We’re just being paranoid,” it was obvious she was trying to convince herself as well as Max. “Let’s just watch some movies and forget all about Billy. We can order pizza.”

It was like El blinked and Teddi was suddenly back to normal. Her bright, cheery smile was back and she was holding her shoulders up high. El wondered how often Teddi kept that facade up. How often she was genuinely smiling rather than convincing everyone she was. 

Teddi downed the rest of the beer, pushing herself up off the floor and heading over to the phone to order the pizza. Max shot El a look. “...What?” El asked, a defensive frown on her face. 

Max narrowed her eyes at her best friend. “...Did you see something else?” 

El’s eyes flickered instinctively towards Teddi. She paused for a moment before shaking her head. “No. Nothing.” she lied. 

---

It was late. Billy’s hands gripped tightly at the steering wheel as he pressed down on the gas a little harder. He felt like shit for skipping out on the party and lying to Teddi. But adding on the fact that it was pushing midnight and he had just driven two towns over made him dread going back home and trying to explain himself. 

His eyes flickered over to the brown paper bag sitting in the seat beside him. He’d been searching for the perfect gift for Teddi for almost a month. About a week ago he’d driven out to Star Court while Teddi was at work and asked Mckenna if she could help him get his hands on it. Billy didn’t know her very well. They’d had maybe one class together in high school, but like most girls in Hawkins, Mckenna had a thing for Billy and was more than willing to help him out. So he flirted with her a little to get what he wanted. It was harmless. He definitely wouldn’t be telling Teddi about it, but it was totally harmless. 

After he’d shown up to the mall, Mckenna had started talking his ear off about what she’d been up to in the month since they’d graduated. Billy had done his best to pretend to care. She was doing him a favor after all. But after he realized he’d been standing in the bookstore for over half an hour, he decided to give her a little push. A lot of good that had done. 

“Oh god. I think Josh must’ve sold it. I told him like nine million times I was holding it for you!” she’d said when she had all but dragged him to the back room. So Billy had to wait for Mckenna to call what felt like every bookstore in all of Indiana until she found one that had what he was looking for. Of course the store was over an hour away. 

Billy parked the Camaro next to Teddi’s van. The lights were still on in the apartment. Billy let out a frustrated huff, grabbing the brown paper bag and heading up to the apartment. The girls were all asleep. Teddi was sprawled out on the couch with Max tucked against her side. El was curled up in a makeshift fort they’d built with Teddi’s sleeping bag and Billy’s comforter. The TV was still on. Billy assumed from the bright blue screen that they’d fallen asleep in the middle of a movie. There were soda and beer cans and a box of half eaten pizza littering the coffee table. 

“...Billy?” it was El. She leaned up on her elbows, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she blinked up at him. 

Billy dropped his keys onto the kitchen counter along with the brown paper bag. He shifted awkwardly. “Hey...sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” 

El shook her head. “Had to pee...where were you?” 

If Billy imagined El, Max and Teddi sitting around the cabin with the boys probably playing dungeons and dorks, he would be glad that he missed her birthday. But looking at El, with those big, sad brown eyes of hers made him remember how sad Teddi had looked when she was talking about her own birthday. Had Billy wanted to spend the night with her alone? Of course. But Teddi wanted to spend her birthday with him, El and Max. Her family. He hated himself.

Billy looked down at Teddi. She was sound asleep, snoring a little into Max’s hair. He tentatively reached out for the brown paper bag, moving around the couch and kneeling down in front of El. She was wearing that god awful necklace Teddi had found. Billy felt his lips twitch in a small grin. “I uh...I was getting this. For Teddi. It’s a secret though.” he held the bag out to her. 

El frowned a little, leaning forwards to peek inside. She mouthed the words on the cover to herself as she read it before smiling up at him. “For her birthday.” it wasn’t a question.

“Yeah. Kinda had to go on a hunt for it...sorry I missed your party.”

“It’s fine. We brought cake home for you. It’s in the fridge.” she said, pulling her knees to her chest. 

Billy let out a small laugh, reaching forward to ruffle her hair. “Thanks, Punky.” 

El raised an eyebrow. “What’s Punky?”

“Y’know...Punky Brewster. It’s a show. Jesus, what’s Teddi teaching you kids?” he looked over his shoulder to where Teddi was sleeping on the couch. He briefly looked at the beer cans on the table before looking back at El. “She get drunk?”

“A little,” El confessed. “Not too bad…” 

“She mad at me?” 

“More sad...she thinks you’re with other girls.”

Billy felt a jolt of guilt through his chest. “Yeah, I was worried she might think that…” he sighed. “Get some sleep, kid. We can all go out tomorrow, make up for me missing the party, okay? Whatever you want.”

El eyed him carefully. “...Promise?” 

“Have I ever broken a promise?” he asked. El shot him a look. Billy let out a small, dry laugh, rolling his eyes lazily. “...Okay, fine. I promise.” 

El smiled up at him, nodding before getting up and hurrying off to the bathroom. Billy stood, running a hand through his hair and letting out a sigh. Carefully he leaned over Max, easily scooping Teddi up into his arms and off the couch. Max grumbled quietly, shifting over into a more comfortable position. 

He navigated the messy living room, heading into Teddi’s room and gently setting her on her bed. Teddi let out a low groan, rolling onto her back and blinking up at Billy. Her lipgloss and eyeliner were smudged. “The hell have you been?” she asked, her voice slurring slightly. 

“Out.” Billy said evenly. 

Teddi let out a heavy sigh, rubbing at her eyes and smudging her makeup further. “Look, I know you were out with someone else. Why can’t you just like man up and break up with me if you don’t wanna do this anymore-” 

“The hell are you talking about, Larsson? I wasn’t out with anyone. I had something I had to do.”

Teddi sat up slowly, swaying a little as she glared up at him. “And this something was more important than El’s birthday?”

“Can we talk about this later when you’re not drunk?” he huffed, his hands resting angrily on his hips. Teddi’s expression didn’t waver. Billy ran a frustrated hand over his face. “You just gotta trust me, okay? I told El I was sorry.” Teddi’s expression softened a little.

She held out her middle finger to him. “You promise you weren’t out being a rat bastard?” 

Billy laughed softly, groaning a little as he hooked his finger with hers. “You chicks are big on promises, huh? Yeah, fine. I promise,” he wrapped his arm around her middle, easily lifting Teddi up and moving her over to make room for himself. Teddi squeaked as he tossed her, grabbing fists full of his t-shirt. “You still mad at me?” he asked as he settled next to her. 

“Yes...a little,” she sighed. “The keeping stuff from each other just gives me this like...icky feeling.” she confessed.

“I’m not...I mean, except for now. But you’re gonna have to deal with it, Larsson,” Teddi let out a scoff, letting his shirt go and crossing her arms tightly across her chest. Billy chuckled, leaning over his girlfriend and pressing a few kisses to the base of her neck. “You know,” he mumbled against her collarbone. “If it helps, I felt guilty about skipping out.”

“You mean you’re capable of that emotion?” Teddi asked dryly. 

“Funny.”

Teddi gave Billy’s chest a soft push, their eyes meeting. “Okay, but like...what if you killed a guy?” she asked. Billy blinked down at her. “You’d tell me right?”

Billy was silent for a few moments before letting out a laugh. “What are we, Bonnie and Clyde? You gonna help me hide the body, Weird Girl?”

“It’s hypothetical, smartass.” 

“Fine,” Billy grinned. “The second I off someone, you’re the first person I’m gonna call,” Teddi seemed genuinely pleased with this answer. “You know, you’re even weirder when you’re drunk.” he teased, leaning down to kiss her. 

“If you two are gonna make out all night, can you at least close the door? I so don’t wanna hear this.” Max called out from the couch. 

Teddi smiled against Billy’s lips, breaking out into a fit of giggles. “Sorry, Max!” she called back, pushing a grumbling Billy towards her bedroom door. 

“I thought you were still mad at me?” he asked, shutting the door and stripping down to his underwear. 

“I am. But we used your blanket to make the fort so it’s only fair,” Teddi explained, wriggling out of her cut off shorts and throwing them across the room. “Let me sleep on that side though, I might have to puke later.” she said, reaching for the small trash can that sat next to her nightstand. 

“...Sure know how to get a guy hot, Ted.” Billy muttered, grabbing the trash can and setting it next to the bed. Once they were both settled, Teddi tucked against Billy’s chest with his chin resting on her head, it didn’t take long for Teddi to fall back asleep. 

Billy briefly wondered when this had become his life. Living with a girl he loved, sharing a bed almost every single night, family dinners at Hopper’s on the weekends. He was happy. That loud, angry voice that had at one point controlled almost everything he did barely spoke to him anymore. It scared him a little. Like he was turning into that annoying gold droid in those stupid Star Wars movies Teddi had forced him to watch that was always saying I’ve got a bad feeling about this. 

He shoved those worries aside. His arm tightened around Teddi, her hand mindlessly reaching down to rest on his forearm as she snuggled deeper into her pillow. They deserved to be happy. Billy wasn’t going to fall for that self fulfilling prophecy bullshit Teddi was always talking about (he was pretty sure he understood what it was at this point). 

What could possibly stand in their way?

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x oc

[strangerximagines]

The Girl

[ For the anon! It’s Canon Divergent and going to be a multi chapter fic. Season 3 never happened. There’s a warning here too. Homophobia. This is going to have more angst than I figured it would sorry about that.]

Chapter 1

Heather knows that she has a reputation, the kind of reputation that has all the girls turning up their noses at her the kind that makes all the boys look at her twice. It was purposeful, of course. It was better to let boys feel her up and to sleep with a few of them and every one know about it than for people to know about her and the only person who knows about her is Johnathan Byers and that had been by pure accident and that was only because he’d caught her between some woman’s legs, head under her skirt in some gross bar bathroom two towns over.

He doesn’t judge her, which is nice though there had been a moment when she was worried he might tell Wheeler about her but he hadn’t and Heather had seen him at O’Rileys the weekend after he’d gotten together with Wheeler, alone waiting for Heather at the bar with a beer after Heater had given him the silent treatment and had avoided him just in case.

“Is this a peace offering?” She had taken the beer and hopped onto the stool beside him, holding the neck of the bottle tightly enough to crack the glass.

“No? Did we have a fight?” He took a long pull from his bottle, and rolled his eyes. “You’ve been antsy for a week and avoiding me. Is it Nancy? Are you jealous?”

“Please...she’s too uptight for my tastes.” She gave him a shove and then everything felt normal.

At school they don’t talk, an unspoken agreement between them Johnathan is the quiet weird guy in school while Heather holds the crowning title of school slut, their paths do not purposefully cross, they don’t spare glances, they dont talk in the hallways. Somehow it seemed better that way rather than admit that they were friends who liked to hang out in gay dive bars on the weekends whenever their schedules aligned and when they couldnt Heather would find herself in the house in the woods laying about Johnathan’s room and pretending like she doesn’t understand his music. He’s hilarious when he gets defensive.

Everything was going perfectly for Heather until she came face to face with Billy Hargrove, manswoman extraordinaire, who had his head under every skirt that passed him. He’d given Heather the look and she played her part, she’d giggled sweetly, batting her lashes, she’d toyed with his hair and would lightly run her fingers on his exposed chest.

She kept her eyes shut when he fucked her, head thrown back and imagined that she was somewhere else as she moaned loudly against the bathroom door he pinned her against. She could hear the party beyond the door, she could head the whispering on the other side, someone pressing their ears to the wood and laughing.

“That was great sweetheart. Maybe I’ll see ya around.” He said, eyes on her forehead rather that on her eyes, wiping off his dick while she cleaned herself off, not focusing on her. He sounded like Heather.

“Yeah. Maybe.” She blew him a kiss, she always blew them kisses when it was done, she fixed her skirt and walked straight out the bathroom, winking at a few guys leaning against the wall on either side of the door.

“Who was it tonight?” Johnathan pulls Heather in through his window, his voice a low whisper. “You look wrecked.”

“I feel wrecked. Jesus. What is it with you guys never hear of forplay?”

“Not all guys.” He eases his window shut. “Mom just went to bed and Will’s at a friends. Bathrooms free we’ve got clean towels in there.”

“Thanks.” She says pulling off her heels. “I don’t know why I do it.”

“Thats my line.” He bops her on the nose. “So who was he?”

“Hargrove.” She mumbles. “He’s been after me since he transferred and I figured might as well.”

“Gross.”

“Tell me about it.”

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She doesn’t have to do it as often as she does, she knows that. Sometimes Heather thinks about how it all started and could kick herself for it but it had been more of a defensive maneuver more than anything else. After her brother had caught her with Trisha Lee back in the eight grade and told her parents Heather-

She only told Johnathan the story and she’d been really drunk when it happened, sitting in the front seat while his little brother sat in the back with his Walkmen totally immersed in whatever cassette Johnathan had brought for him. It wasn’t a nice story, she’d said, woozily as he drove and Johnathan had remained silent and just listened in that special way he did, the air heavy between them.

Trisha, was beautiful, thats what Heather remembers about her, she’d been seventeen and tall for her age and Heather had been so in love with her than even when she thinks about her now her heart aches. She remembers that first month of summer spent with Trisha when Heather had been fourteen. Nights spent camping in the woods, the tent warm as they cuddled and kissed, fingers laced, the vevetly smoothness of Trisha’s tongue in her mouth, on her neck and between her legs. It had been a terrifying moment the first time, Heather too preoccupied with what went where, smells and tastes but the feeling had been electric. Trisha had set her on fire.

When Heather’s brother Jaime had caught them together in Heather’s basement it had been bad, the shouting, the violence. Jaime had grabbed Heather and yanked her back so hard that she thought she her shoulder might pop out of place, he’d pushed Trisha out of the house and down the driveway, shouting, causing her to fall and scrape her knee. Everyone in the neighborhood that had been out had heard him calling Trisha a dyke and accusing her of feeling up his innocent little sister. Heather had been mortified for Trisha who had looked back at Heather with a watery smile, one that said goodbye. And it was goodbye, as soon as Jaime had told his parent’s proud of what he’d done, Heather wasn’t allowed out of the house unless she was with her brother or her mother.

When the summer had ebbed away and the school year began Heather heard the rumors. Trisha’s mother had sent her away to some place in Florida to change her. Her mean aunt, Heather remembered Trisha telling her about the detestable woman and had been terrified for her.

“Jesus.” Johnathan pulled to the side of the road and cut the engine. He looked back into the rear view at his brother and shook his head befor Will could take his headphones off.

“Yeah.” Heather laughed sadly. “So thats why I do it. I don’t want them to throw me away.”

I don’t want to be forced to change.

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dawson pierce. 24. bartender.

character parallels: nick miller, chandler bing, johnathan byers, andy bernard, ben wyatt, roy harper

welcome to hell welcome to hell!!!

not really but sometimes it seems like that for poor dawson.

he was born and raised in chicago to very loving parents who had trouble getting pregnant so he was their golden child. he honestly could do no wrong in their eyes which meant that he got away with a lot of stuff. 

in school he was more often than not the class clown that was sent to the principal’s office more times than he could count but the teachers really couldn’t do much about it because he was actually incredibly intelligent in school and always got As or Bs on assignments. 

in high school he played football. he had played little league growing up and though he had moved around positions, he eventually stuck with wide receiver. he had always loved running which meant he was great for this position. he was scouted by a lot of prestigious colleges including university of miami which he instantly chose seeing as he was sick of the cold winters in chicago.

college for dawson was a dream. he could actually stretch his mind and really let loose. he chose to major in chemical engineering but later switched to theater. why the giant change? mainly his girlfriend at the time was a theater nerd and when he was helping her with her lines she suggested he audition for one of the open roles and he actually got it. so yeah. he was a college football theater major what a weirdo.

his junior year he broke his leg in two different places and had to have surgery which really broke him up inside. he never really thought about the NFL but after the surgery it was clear that he wouldn’t ever be the same again. junior year was rough for him after that. his girlfriend broke his heart just as he was contemplating asking her to marry him. his dreams of possibly being a professional athlete were shattered. and then his theater professor told him that he would never really make it out in the world so good luck.

he graduated with his degree and went on his merry way wondering what the fuck to do with the rest of his life. he refused to move back home to chicago and he couldn’t afford to move out to california so he was stuck in miami. he took a bartending course online and got a job at a slightly sketchy club until he got a call from one miss vivienne and instantly accepted the job. one his regulars had put in a good word for him and he knew that whatever she had was better than where he was.

personality wise dawson is the type of guy that will charm you with his humor. that’s really all he knows and it’s his defense mechanism. he hates when people try to pry into his personal life and will deflect anything with that humor. on the inside though, he’s actually really sad and lonely. he’s pretty sure he’s got depression but he’s too afraid and too broke to see a psychiatrist to make sure. he’s a great dude to have around though because he’s not going to take anything seriously because he’s a fucking 24 year old bartender who doesn’t know what he’s going to do in life so that’s always super fun!!

#lightsrp #don't judge my graphic guys i don't have photoshop #ch: dawson pierce