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thesmallestchild · 2 years

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I’m in no means an artist, but! Eddie has snuck his way into my heart and I was thinking of what it might look like if Vecna got to him sooooo I made this! Hopefully the duffer brothers won’t crush my dreams like this 😂

#eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fanart #stranger things fanart #Eddie Munson fan art #stranger things 4 fanart #the duffer brothers #netflix #please don’t do it duffer brothers #feel free to roast me #i will cry tho #probably

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chirpsythismorning · 2 years

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The Duffer Brothers Didn’t Forget Will’s Birthday + the Hints Everyone Missed Hiding in Plain Sight:

I encourage you to also check out this post I did a while back. It goes into some other evidence that debunks this whole fiasco even further.

The most obvious hint that was hidden in season 4 itself, is the last scene from this clip, aka the Duffer Brothers acknowledgement of Dustin’s birthday, down to the month, day, and hour.

The timeline for 4x06, which is when the Cali gang arrives at Suzie’s, is March 25th, 1986.

Dustin’s birthday, is May 29th, 1971.

Which means that Suzie’s comment about Dustin’s birthday being: 2 months, 3 days and 5 hrs away was... spot on (we don’t know what time Dustin was born, and so that’s why it varies slightly off between days and hours here).

This means the Duffers went out of their way to look on their Character Birthday/Important Dates Calendar (which 100% exists, like be serious this is the Duffer Brothers for gods sake), and did the math to calculate exactly how long it would be until Dustin’s birthday according to the present timeline they were in, just so they could throw in this line.

And you expect me to believe they forgot Will's birthday????

Why else do you think they had Mike trail off into thought trying to remember, with Will right behind him, only for Suzie to interrupt, giving an exact countdown before Mike could give it much thought?

I’m also convinced Eden barging in at the last second was meant to ironically symbolize the Duffers themselves ‘barging in’ to stop the conversation from going any further, before Suzie caused Mike, or worse, the audience, to figure things out before the events of s5.

It’s important to note that Dustin’s birthday wasn’t even mentioned in the show ever. It was only mentioned in promotion over the years, separate from canon. Which is a serious contrast to Will, who is one of the only characters to have their birthday mentioned on the show, in canon!

So why, go through all this trouble of tracking down Dustin's birthday, a birthday that's never been mentioned in the show, if they're apparently not paying attention to that sort of thing?

What makes this even more interesting, is that if they are actually fully aware of their character’s birthdays, then they know Mike’s birthday is April 7th… which means if s5 picks up roughly where s4 left off (March 29th), then Mike’s birthday is just around the corner…

Idk... It's all just a little too perfect to be a coincidence.

BTW For anyone that's interested, I'm going to keep editing this to add more theories other fans have made that support this. So if you want to know all there is to know currently, make sure to circle back to this original post and they'll be here below:

A BIG one

reblog, reblog

Another one, another one, another one, another one

People who sort of predicted this already and deserve credit where credit is due: here, here, here

(If there are more that you think I should add, please let me know!)

Updated 9 Sept

#byler #stranger things #will byers #stranger things theory #stranger things 5 #stranger things meta #byler analysis #duffer brothers

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rues-daya · 2 years

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yourinstagram: giving rich mom vibes ;)

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y/nfan00 you finally back??

y/nfan98 y/n posting on Instagram? everybody stay calm!

y/nfan88 don’t you dare leave us again by posting a photo than never posting again like you did six months ago… it was very quiet without you on this app 😭

yourinstagram sorry!!! social media and I have a very complicated relationship. right now we are on good terms lmao

maikamonroe damn!! date me instead 💋

yourinstagram bet!! let’s ditch the joes ;)

jospehfan21 Y/N YOU ONE LUCKY WOMAN!

josephfan00 I need to know her thoughts on the ending of season four like asap

yourinstagram I cried… like a lot! wouldn’t let my boy go all day! 😭

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sadiesink_ cutie 🥰

yourinstagram angel 🥺

y/nfan998 that’s my mother y’all

stfan12 am I the only one who just found out that she’s dating Joseph Quinn?

josephfan10 not really, I know they’ve been dating for almost two years but they are also very private when it comes to their relationship

josephquinn 😍♥️

y/nfan09 I have to know if Joseph typed this out or if whoever is running his account did for him 😭

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josephquinn: behind the scenes from volume two featuring Gaten.

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gatenm123 what a good day…. kinda just minus filming that scene

strangerthingstv Dustin and Eddie, our hellfire members

josephfan98 if you know you know

netflix our fav duo

y/nfan87 still not over Eddie being gone

maya_hawke the calm before the storm

y/nfan23 duffer brothers you two better figure out a way to bring Eddie back

josephfan00 bring Eddie back challenge

stfan987 my comfort characters

josephfan12 in an alternative universe Eddie survived

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yourinstagram herby stating that I have a crush on Eddie Munson

josephfan200 don’t we all! plus ms.girl you are winning, you are legit dating him

yourinstagram also miss you please come home 🥺

y/nfan987 wait stop this is so cute! i forgot joseph is still doing some press for stranger things 😭

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yourinstagram: i missed you. welcome home 🥹🤍

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y/nfan009 MY ACTUAL PARENTS

josephfan123 everyone say thank you y/n for giving us more content ☺️

madelame you two are just the definition of cuties

stfans92 a cutie right before my eyes

gatenm123 disgustingly adorable

y/nfan76 she’s reunited with the love of her life 🥹

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nattyiceoffcial adorable <33

maikamonroe you two >>> anyone else

y/nfan65 Joseph you one lucky guy

josephfan04 these two are the definition of couple goals… well in my eyes they are

bowerjamie oh hey handsome, long time no see

y/nfan54 she’s never been this happy before so seeing her happy with Joseph makes me smile

josephquinn missed you more than you could ever imagine 🤍

bowerjamie it’s true y/n , he really did

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littlewinter1917 · 2 years

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The Boys of Summer

My blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI. 🔞 Don’t repost my work anywhere.

Words: 11.7k

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington (essentially Harringrove x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You and your two boyfriends, Billy and Steve, go on a little roadtrip to California together, and naturally shenanigans ensue.

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff, teasing, swearing, and some suggestive themes. Brief mentions of Billy’s past trauma and abuse (nothing explicit!) Minor hurt/comfort. Everyone in the trio is bi.

A/N: Do I really need to say which song inspired this one? Also, this is in celebration of the fact that we have only a few days left, before we’ll probably get disappointed by the Duffer brothers, so good times?😵‍💫

Read the story on AO3 here.

The midday sun is hot and unforgiving way up in the sky, beaming down relentlessly; the dark asphalt beneath your feet might as well be scorching, and the sound of crickets fills the heat shimmering air.

It is way too hot for your liking, and despite wearing a flowy summery dress, you feel like you’re on the verge of melting right into the dusty ground of the small petrol station where you’re currently waiting for-

“Harrington! What’s taking you so fucking long?” Billy’s deep voice pulls you out of your current thoughts and misery.

Looking up, you see your fluffy, dark-haired boyfriend make his way over to you and Billy, a goofy smile on his face, and his hands and arms completely occupied with way too many snacks.

So that’s why he’s been gone so long inside the little patrol station.

“I come bearing gifts.” He states, a proud look gracing his sunlit features, and you know for a fact that he’s beyond pleased with himself and his unexpected findings.

What a dork.

“Did you have to rob the whole station?” Billy teases while coming to the rescue of a pair of airheads that threaten to slip from the confines of Steve’s bare arms.

“I’ve got it.” Steve grumbles with a pout, stubbornly determined to carry all his little treasures by himself.

“Sure,” Billy counters with an amused grin, “If you mean ‘I’ve got it' in the same way you meant your little ‘I’ll be quick’ roughly two hours ago, we’re lucky you’re still carrying any sweets at all, really.”

“Oh, fuck off, Billyboy. It’s been barely five minutes and besides that, why don’t you just take up snack duty at the next truck stop, then?”

There’s no real bite in any of Steve’s words, and the glare he throws Billy’s way is more playful than anything.

“Well, that is most definitely not happening,” you interject quickly, "Because last time Billy was on snack duty, he brought nothing but 5 packs of cigarettes and a car magazine, stating that it’s our loss we don’t have any real taste.”

“That was once, it was a joke, and you two were behaving like brats.” Billy defends himself.

“You say that like it’s unusual for us to-“ Steve starts, but you’re quick to interfere once more.

“Guys, can we maybe migrate this conversation into the confines of our car. I feel like my insides are going to start boiling any second now; it’s just so fucking hot!”

“You’re sure you’re not just hungry?” Billy asks with a sickly-sweet smile and you roll your eyes with a huff.

“Steve, baby, love of my life. You still have the keys to the Camaro, don’t you?” you question, batting your eyelashes at the tall brunette.

“Yes, why?” Steve looks like he’s about to try to pat his jeans down for the keys, before remembering that he’s still balancing two months’ worth of snacks in both of his hands and arms.

“Well, do you think we could find our way to California without our resident mullet-boy? I feel like leaving him here in the middle of Oklahoma, for some reason.”

This time it’s Billy’s turn to let out an offended huff.

“You would get lost like immediately.”

“Doubt it. I might not have any sense of direction, but Steve-“

“Uhm, guys, you know how I said, 'I’ve got it', like two seconds ago? I think I just changed my mind… Oh, no! My Tangle Twister!”

“Your what?!” Billy asks, slightly bewildered while trying to stop the landslide of candy that’s about to spill all over the burning asphalt, and you’re quick to help him, too.

“Jesus, Harrington, have you ever heard about the fabulous invention called ‘bags’?”

“Like the ones under your eyes?”

You stifle your laugh with a cough, while picking up the ice cream Steve just dropped to the ground.

“Excuse me, but I’ve been the one driving for the past 6 hours.”

“Yes, I know, Hargrove. my stomach still feels funny, thank you for that.”

“Oh, shut it! I’m an excellent driver, you-“

“Guys! As much as I love your little old-fighting-married-couple moment, can we please get into the car now?”

Your impatience and intolerance for the southern heat is really reaching its peak and luckily, the two men finally listen, albeit not without grumbling, slightly offended, “We’re not that old.”

The three of you make it into the car from there rather quickly.

Billy goes for the backseat to rest, together with the pile of candy that Steve is hesitant to leave somewhat unsupervised in the confines of Billy’s presence. You on the other hand, end up returning to your regular place in the passenger seat while Steve takes the one behind the wheel.

You’ve all decided to take turns with the task of driving. You had been the first one earlier today during the ungodly morning hours, when the sun hadn’t even peaked above the horizon yet; leaving Hawkins behind while the veil of the night still lingered, then it had been Billy’s turn, and now it was going to be Steve’s.

“Ready, my little co-pilot?” Steve questions with a soft pat to your knee, before starting the car, and Billy almost chokes on the ice-cold beer he just opened.

“Aww, seems like someone learned drinking just yesterday, huh?” Steve comments with a teasing smile, eyes searching Billy’s in the rearview mirror, before adding, “And here I was, thinking you were good at not choking on things.”

There’s another startled cough, and you have to bite down on your lip to keep yourself from laughing.

“Careful, Stevie, you might end up killing him.“

“With what, my big words or my big-“

“Steve! Look out!” You suddenly exclaim, pointing at the car in front of you that just started to slow down significantly out of nowhere, and that Steve hadn’t been paying the closest attention to.

“I think you’re most likely going to kill us with your big fucking driving skills.” Billy groans, still slightly upset about the beer stains on his shirt.

“Don’t sweat it, Hargrove.” Steve jokingly taunts, “You look better without it anyway.”

“The beer stains? Yeah, go figure.”

God, you’re in love with two himbos, and two himbos only.

For a moment you just watch your two boyfriends continue to bicker. It’s always somewhere between playful teases and shameless flirting, and it’s rather entertaining to say the least.

Billy notices your amused gaze first, and he’s quick to call you out on it, leaning over between the two front seats.

“What are you smiling about, sweetheart?” He whispers lowly into your ear, the feeling of his breath tickling the exposed skin of your neck.

“Nothing,” your voice wavers only slightly, “Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you two, and how much I love you both.”

Turning your head in Billy’s direction, you see his eyes instantly soften at your words, and his hands come up to carefully cup your face.

“I love you too, my little angel.” Billy murmurs, before capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, hands still cradling your face.

He tastes like beer and cigarette smoke and some faint traces of artificial cherry flavoring; oh, that bastard better not be eating any of your sour cherry candy, you think for a second; but that thought is quickly discarded when Billy decides to deepen the kiss, taking not just your breath away but also every coherent thought you ever had.

Fuck, his kisses still make you feel dizzy and breathless and weak in the knees, and you can’t help the small whine that escapes your lips.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Steve suddenly calls out, voice a little exasperated.

“Stop distracting me like this.”

“Stop getting distracted, pretty boy.” Billy counters, flashing Steve one of his million-dollar smiles.

“Besides, You’ll get your kisses soon enough, no need to be jealous, just focus on the road.”

“I’m not jealous!” Steve huffs, “You’re both mine anyways, I just don’t like missing out.”

“Aww, poor Stevie, you want me to kiss your ego better?” Billy questions teasingly, patting Steve’s shoulder in condolences.

“For a matter of fact, yes.” Steve grumbles quietly, lips formed into a small pout, and you coo, before grabbing his hand on the makeshift.

“Sorry, my love, but you know how easy it is to get carried away with a menace like Billy.” you tease, and Steve just groans while Billy shots you both a playful wink.

“You know what I feel like having?” Steve suddenly questions, trying to change the subject.

“Roadhead?” Billy offers.

“A heat stroke?” You counter.

“Some good fucking music?!” You and Billy exclaim at the same time, and you two excitedly clap your hands together.

Great minds think alike.

Or maybe Robin was right, and the three of you just share one singular brain cell.

“No, actually,” Steve states, seemingly confused, “I was about to say my Tripe Power Push Pops but-“

“Your what?!” Billy inquires, eyebrows raised and a little dumbfounded, and you just groan in disbelieve.

“Steve, please tell me you’re not seriously thinking about your candy, again.”

“Oh, you’re kidding, right?” Billy adds, and you two look at your shared boyfriend for clarification with slight concern.

It’s only short-lived, though, because Steve can’t hide the smile that threatens to break out across his face, and you instantly know that he’s been taking you two for a ride.

That fucker.

“Do you guys really think that when I’m in a car with my beautiful boyfriend and my stunning girlfriend, the number one thing on my mind would be some sweets?” Steve asks, pretending to be offended.

“I would honestly not put it beyond you.” You admit with a smile that mirrors his, and Billy hums in agreement.

“Okay, rude!” Steve complains, but when he looks over to you briefly, you see his eyes sparkle with nothing but amusement and love.

Fuck, you really adore this guy. How you managed to end up with both Billy and Steve is still not something you can quite understand.

But here you are, in Billy’s trusty Camaro, with the two men you treasure more than anything, on your way to the most summery state of them all: California!

Even if it’s just for a few weeks, you’re more than a little excited, and, dare you say it, a bit nervous because you’ve never been there before, and your expectations are rather high.

You blame Billy for that.

“So, music?” Steve’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts again, and it doesn’t take long for you to get the small box of mixtapes that Billy keeps in a rather hidden compartment of the car. You all update it frequently, adding new tapes and taking older ones out.

Flipping through them, you know most of them and their track-lists by heart, until your eyes land on one mixtape in particular that you haven’t seen in a while, and you can’t help the surprised little gasp that slips out of your lips, eyes wide at the unsuspected discovery.

“Billy, you still have the first mixtape I made you?” You question, while tracing your fingers carefully over the spine of its protective case.

Your handwriting on it is a bit faded now, but you can still make out the name of the title. ‘Disco Doesn’t Suck, You Do!’ it states, and you still remember how you made it for Billy after your first date, and a rather heated discussion about what actually counts as good music.

You had tried to prove a point and settle the debate with that one, but you didn’t know he still kept it after all this time, because Billy supposedly hates disco.

“Of course, I kept it!” Billy looks at you, almost a little offended that you would even assume he might not. “I usually keep it safe in my part of the nightstand and listen to it occasionally. I just thought taking it with me to California might make sense.”

“Billy,” you whisper, “I had no idea you still listen to that tape, and I never thought you would actually enjoy it.”

“Well, I didn’t exactly say that.” he jokes, “Maybe I just brought it with me to remind myself how good my music taste is and how much yours is lacking.”

You turn around in your seat to face Billy and instantly stick out your tongue at him.

“Well, all I’m hearing is that you’ve been listening to the Bee Gees voluntarily, and that sounds like a damn miracle to me!”

“They really aren’t that bad… sometimes.” Billy admits, and you beam up at him, smile bright and warm, and Billy feels like his heart is going to tumble out of his chest and into your lap, because god, you’re adorable. And the fact that something he said is making you smile this hard, well color him a little proud.

“Oh Stevie, the first mixtape you made me is in here too!” You observe excitedly, and Steve just groans.

“Oh god, the Rod Stewart one?”

“Uh-huh.”

You can’t help but laugh once you see the faint blush that’s creeping up Steve’s cheeks.

“What am I gonna do? I’m so in love with you.” You teasingly sing parts of the chorus to your boyfriend, and he just shakes his head, slightly embarrassed.

“I can’t believe I chose a Rod Stewart song to tell you that I’m into you.” He mumbles, cheeks a fiery red and eyes averted.

“That’s the part that surprises you?” Billy quips in, “I’m more surprised that it actually worked.”

“Oh, shut it, there’s a time and place for Rod Stewart.” You defend Steve, though Billy looks rather unconvinced.

“Yeah, in hell maybe.”

“Billy!” you scold with a laugh, before pulling your attention back on Steve, who looks a little deflated.

“Don’t mind him, Stevie! I thought your idea was rather cute and endearing then, and I still think it’s rather cute and endearing now.” You state earnestly, looking at Steve with loving eyes, and this time his flustered state has a different origin.

He’s just as much head over heels for you as he has been since day one of you dating, and he still considers you the best thing in his life. Well, you and Billy now, because that mullet-haired beachboy ended up flipping both of your lives upside down, but in the best way possible.

“So, what do we want to listen to first?” you question, your eyes still skimming the different tape titles, unaware to Steve’s silent swooning.

“I-uh, I actually made a little mixtape for you two.” Billy quietly mumbles, before holding out a little rectangular object to you.

“It’s just something I made for the trip.” Billy’s voice sounds unusually raw, and you turn around in your seat again to face him fully.

“That’s such a sweet idea, Billy! Thank you!” You gush, before gently taking the tape from him, his fingers gracing yours in the process.

The mixtape looks just like all the other ones, except this one has the words California ’87 scribbled on its cover in Billy’s illegible handwriting, and there are three cheesy hearts drawn underneath it, each one adorned with different initials: Yours, Steve’s, and Billy’s.

“Aw, look at you, you secret sab! Billy, that’s adorable!” You briefly hold the mixtape with its case out for Steve to admire it as well, and he nods in agreement.

“Jeez, Billy, you’re gonna make my heart nut.”

“Stevie!” You playfully slap his shoulder, before turning back towards your other boyfriend, who looks rather shy all of the sudden, and it makes your chest swell with even more adoration.

“Oh, Billy, come here.”

Before he can even react, you’re already pulling him closer by the collar of his loose shirt, and then your lips are on his in an instant.

The kiss is slow, deep, and sensual; and a bit unsuspected for Billy, who can’t quite help the small moan escape from his lips.

“Guys…” Steve warns, after what feels like two seconds for you, and two eternities for Steve. “This is really unfair when all I can do is watch.”

You break the kiss reluctantly, and Billy instinctively chases your lips, making you giggle in between the small pecks you keep exchanging; but after Steve clears his throat once more, you two part for good, and you try to pull your attention back on the mixtape in your lap.

“There should be songs for everyone to enjoy on it.” Billy clarifies, voice still a little breathless from the kisses.

“So, Rod Stewart for Steve?” you tease, and Billy just huffs before stating, “Uh, my love knows no bounds, except one, it seems.”

“Okay, fair enough, because not all of us can have impeccable taste, and my love goes deep enough to overlook your lack thereof.” Steve fires back, and you have to bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing again.

God, how you adore these dorks.

While the two men you call your own are still bickering in the background, you decide to put the mixtape to its use, curious on what Billy might feature on it.

At the sound of the tape player starting, the boys get unusually quiet quickly; Steve, just as curious as you, and Billy waiting and watching for your reactions carefully.

You immediately know what song’s playing as soon as the first notes hit, and the squeal that leaves your lips comes from somewhere deep within your soul.

It’s Fleetwood Mac’s Everywhere, and you absolutely adore this song. Billy normally teases you all about it; “What’s with you and that hippie band?” he’ll playfully taunt, but in reality you know he doesn’t hate them half as much as he claims to do.

Nevertheless, you didn’t expect the song at all, and you can’t help but sing along; something that Steve instantly joins in on.

Billy groans, trying to look annoyed, but he has a hard time containing his smile when he watches you two have the time of your life, trying to hit the high notes of the song – and failing miserably.

“Oh, I ~, I want to be with you everywhere!” Steve croaks, flailing his arm around for emphasis, making you and Billy laugh.

You’re beaming with joy throughout the whole song, and Billy’s chest tightens; he loves you both so fucking much, and he's hit with the realization once again while watching you two.

He still can’t quite wrap his mind around the fact that this is real.

That he’s actually on his way to California with the two people he adores the most, and that he gets to share this journey with you.

He hasn’t been back to the West Coast since moving to Hawkins years ago, and the prospect of it is both exciting and nerve-racking; but he feels at ease knowing that you and Steve are right there by his side.

The road trip so far has been rather chaotic, but he wouldn’t expect anything else from the two people he secretly considers the loves of his life.

By now the song has changed to a Survivor one that Steve really likes, and he catches Billy’s gaze in the rearview mirror, mouthing a silent “I love you” before continuing with his singing, hands tapping the beat on the steering wheel with quite some passion and rhythm, and Billy is unsure how he will survive this trip with the way his heart and brain keeps short-circuiting at every small thing either one of you does.

God, he’s in deep, and that used to be something that would scare him, but not anymore. Not when you have been the most patient with him throughout the last year of you three dating.

Billy knows it’s unconventional, and god knows it’s not always easy, but each time he hears Steve’s hearty laugh, or the way his name falls from your lips, he’s reminded once more just how worth it it really is.

“You okay there, love?” Your voice calls him back to reality, “You’re awfully quiet.”

“Yeah, I-sorry. I’m alright, just thinking.”

“You wanna share these thoughts?” Steve questions, concerned eyes finding his once more in the narrow rearview mirror.

Billy just shakes his head, and you don’t push him.

“Okay, anyone else as hungry as me?” Steve decides to change the subject instead, and both you and Billy nod.

“You want your triple power push pops yet?” Billy teases, glancing at the pile of sweets that still takes up quite a lot of space next to him.

„No, I was thinking something a little more savory; Mc‘s maybe?“

“Craving a happy meal, I see?”

“Fuck off. Besides, they’re fun.”

You just roll your eyes at your boyfriends antics, looking out of the window to watch the bypassing scenery and maybe spot the next large fries sign in the meantime.

You’ll probably have to switch driving duties soon as well, and another glance at the map would probably be a good idea too. If the driving stays as smooth as it has been so far, you might be able to make it to Albuquerque, New Mexico, by the end of tonight. The three of you just have to find a somewhat decent motel for a couple of hours of sleep, and then it should only be 13 more hours till California from there in the morning.

The mixtape is now playing a Mötley Crüe song, you notice, because is it really one of Billy’s mixtapes if it doesn’t feature at least one metal tune?

You doubt it.

Humming along quietly, you continue your quest for a nearby diner, eyes scanning the surrounding area while the sun slowly starts to get lower, and your boys keep joking around in the background.

“Billy, stop it, you little shit.”

Glancing at your two boyfriends, you can’t help but smile at the scene.

Billy and Steve are sitting next to each other, sharing the booth seat right across from you, and Billy keeps hogging the last fries, seemingly trying to feed them to Steve before eating them himself instead.

His laugh is loud and earnest, and it fills both the surrounding space and your hearts with an unimaginable warmth. You watch him gaze at Steve with loving eyes, before shaking his head in slight disbelieve.

“I just don’t understand how you fell for this the fourth time.”

Steve playfully pokes Billy’s side at that.

“It’s ‘cause I keep thinking you’ll be a considerate boyfriend and share.”

“Aw, I’m sorry, pretty boy. I forgot you’re a hopeless optimist with a short memory span. Here-“

“No, I’m not falling for this again.”

You watch the two fool around like that for a little while longer, before letting your eyes wander briefly through the rest of the restaurant. It’s not particularly busy, and the booth you picked out is rather hidden.

You’re almost done anyways; the burgers and nuggets long since finished, with only their cardboard packaging remaining on the table in front of you.

Well, those and Steve plastic dalmatian dog toy, that kind of looks like a cow.

“They sure provide some quality offerings in those happy meals.” Billy had commented dryly, upon seeing the supposed dog, earning him a crumbled-up napkin straight to the face from Steve.

With the boys still fighting over the last few fries, you decide to clean the dining table up a bit, collecting some of the trash on your tray and carrying it to the nearby cart.

By the time you’re back at the table, you’re boyfriends have managed to munch down the last of the fries; except for one that they saved for you.

So considerate; but you decline it when Billy offers to feed it to you. Instead, you steal his coke, taking a big swing from it before getting up again.

“Come on boys, we should get back on the road.” You state, because someone needs to keep the time in mind - and with the way that Steve’s absentmindedly fidgeting around with the plastic toy, and Billy’s on his third yawn within the last two minutes, you doubt it will be either one of them.

How they can go from hyperactive kids to sleepy toddlers in the span of seconds is worth a study in itself, you think, before watching Steve pull desperately on a push door.

Yeah, the thing with the study seems about right.

It’s quiet in the car now, except for the gentle music playing in the background and the soft snores coming from your boyfriends.

Steve had been the first one to knock himself out on the passenger seat, and after talking a little bit more with Billy, and him making sure that you’d be alright driving by yourself without any conscious company for a bit, he ended up falling asleep as well.

There’s barely any other cars on the highway, and the darkness of the night has slowly started to settle in all around you. It’s a peaceful and quiet atmosphere, one that’s only amplified by the Roxy Music song that’s currently coming through the speakers.

You hum along to it, enjoying Bryan Ferry’s melancholic voice and the comforting feeling that the moment provides.

Glancing over to Steve, and then to Billy, you can’t help but smile to yourself at their image.

Steve’s still holding the tiny adnomination of a dog tightly in one hand, forehead pressed against the window, and you wonder if you should wake him up, because the sleeping position looks anything but comfortable.

Billy on the other hand, had decided to get one of your Sweatshirts from the trunk earlier, bunching it up as a makeshift pillow. But he’s been moving around too much, and now he’s simply clinging to it in his sleep, with his head leaning back against the Camaro seat, lips parted as little huffs escaping him every now and then.

You wonder what either one of them is dreaming about, quietly hoping it’s something pleasant, before turning your attention back towards the empty road in front of you.

Steve is the one to wake up first.

It makes sense, you think, because he’s probably been sleeping the longest so far.

When he turns his head to you, eyes still heavy from the previous slumber, you have to stifle a laugh because his hair looks like it’s been having a mind of its own, sleepwalking into every possible direction, and instinctively you smooth parts of it out with your free hand.

“It looks like your hair is trying to get away from you, Steve.” You tease with a quiet giggle.

“Make it stay.” He mumbles, voice groggy, and head evidently still clouded with sleep. “Don’t let it get away.”

“I’m trying,” you promise, stroking his hair carefully, until he slips back into sleep, and you watch him with fond eyes.

He wakes up again 15 minutes later, and this time he’s more conscious. His hair looks less wild now, too, but he still asks you to play with it.

“Feels nice.” He whispers, leaning into your hand, and you laugh quietly, mindful of the fact that Billy’s still sleeping.

“You’re aware that I'm currently driving, right?”

“Mhm, just a little bit longer, please.”

“Fine.”

“What’s that playing?”

“Slave to Love.”

“You tryin’ to tell me something?”

You laugh again softly, before shaking your head. “No, just in the mood for Bryan Ferry.”

“Like, carnally?”

“No, dingus. Spiritually. Although now that you mention it, don’t give me any ideas.”

“Hm, don’t let Billy hear you.”

“He’s still fast asleep.” You observe after a quick glance into the rearview mirror.

“He is?” Steve mumbles, before turning his head back around, trying to see for himself.

“Why? What’s going on?” You question quietly when you see the slight worry in Steve’s tired eyes.

“Does he seem odd to you?” He whispers, voice and words so hushed, you almost would have missed it.

“He’s been a little quiet today.” You acknowledge, looking back at the day, “But I don’t blame him. This trip is exciting but it’s also a little scary. Especially for him.”

“Hm.” Steve hums, as if deep in thought. “I’m a bit worried about him.” He admits carefully.

“’I’m scared that he’ll retreat back into himself. That being in California will be too much, but he won’t want to say anything because he doesn’t want to ruin our little summer holiday.”

You’re quiet for a while, reflecting on the events of the day and Steve’s words.

“I get what you mean, but I think we should be talking to Billy directly about that, instead of speculating on how he’s feeling.”

“I’m not trying to speculate.” Steve defends in a whisper, “I’m just worried that this trip is going to bring up a lot of his old trauma and baggage, and instead of talking to us about it, he might feel the need to push through it all by himself, because the trip is supposed to be fun.”

You’re silent again while you set a turn signal, moving over to a different lane, before speaking up again softly.

“You certainly have a point, and it has crossed my mind too, but I think that we should try talking to him first. Maybe we have to be a bit more reassuring and determined in reminding Billy that whatever it is he’s feeling, we’re not leaving, and he’s not being a bother.

That no matter what’s coming up emotionally for him during the trip, he won’t have to go through any of it alone; won’t have to face any of these painful memories all by himself.”

“Yeah, we should definitely do that,” Steve mumbles, before adding, “I’m just always a little worried about smothering him, you know. He can be so stubborn sometimes and-“

Billy suddenly starts moving a little with a small groan, and it has Steve and you stopping in your tracks.

“Maybe we should adjourn this conversation.” You propose, voice hushed, after Billy has settled back into his seat, seemingly still fast asleep.

“Right, that might make sense. And then tomorrow we’ll figure the rest out together because we are a threeam team.” Steve jokes quietly, a proud look on his face at his pun.

You just groan, but there’s a small smile on your lips regardless, although it’s quickly replaced by a big yawn.

“You want me to take over with the driving?” Steve offers, and you gently shake your head.

“No, but maybe keep your eyes open for any possible motel signs.” You suggest, and Steve nods his head in understanding.

“Yeah, a comfy bed and some more sleep does sound appealing.”

Steve’s quiet for a while and then he suddenly states, “You know I fucking love you, right?”

You look over at him, eyebrows raised in surprise at the unsuspected admission.

“I just-I don’t think I say it enough, you know. And I fear that with all the teasing it might get drowned out sometimes. So, I just want you to know that I fucking love you. I really do. You still make my heart speed up with each of your smiles and I’m really excited about this trip we’re taking. Oh, also there’s a motel sign to your right.”

The motel Steve ended up spotting turned out to be rather nice. At least if the bright, non-flickering neon lights are anything to go by.

Riverside Mill Motel it advertises in bright pink letters – yet there’s not a single mill or river in sight; but you let that pass for the night.

After parking the car on the dusty gravel, Steve had offered to get the keys while you’d try to wake up Billy in the meantime.

Getting out of the Camaro with a small groan and a stretch, you make your way around the car towards Billy’s side.

He’s still fast asleep, entirely unfazed by the sound of the car doors opening and closing again. His face is still pressed against your hoodie, and you can’t help but smile at how cute and peaceful he looks.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you whisper, voice soft, and low, brushing a few strands of his hair out of his face carefully. His eyes flutter slightly at your touch, but otherwise he stays asleep, mumbling something unintelligible.

You gently stroke his cheek and just watch him for a moment. Watch the way his chest falls and rises steadily; the way his long lashes brush against his freckled-adorned skin, and the way his soft pink lips form into a pout.

Probably dreaming about losing the last fries to Steve, you think with a smile.

But you’re still on a mission, and even though it pains you a little to disturb his peaceful slumber, you know you’ll have to wake him up, because carrying him to bed is not an option.

Not for you anyways.

“Billy, my love, you’ve gotta wake up,” you whisper, but the only answer you get is another incomprehensible mumble.

“We’ve reached our final destination for the night, sweetheart.”

You still caress his face gently with your hand, and he instinctively nuzzles into it, even in his sleep.

Maybe it’s because he subconsciously knows it’s you and it finally feels safe to chase the touch of a loved one. The little action certainly has your heart and chest swell with a warm and fuzzy feeling, as you continue your ministrations; whispering soft words paired with gentle touches until finally, Billy’s eyes slowly flutter open, gaze a little confused and unfocused.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you coo, “Welcome back, we made it to-“

“California?” Billy sleepily mumbles, before the gears start turning in his head for a second, and he follows his previous words up with a slightly exasperated, “The fuck am I even saying.”

You laugh at that, and something in Billy instantly shifts at the sound. There’s a certain clarity in his eyes when he looks up at you again, pure adoration written all over his features.

“Hey..” he whispers, voice still raspy with sleep, but there’s an undertone to it that you know all too well, and it has you shaking your head in amusement.

“Oh, don’t even start, Casanova. We’re going straight to bed.”

“That’s what I was about to suggest-wait, where are we exactly?”

“Somewhere close to Albuquerque.”

“Really? We actually made it this far?”

“You questioning my driving skills, Hargrove?”

“No! Ma’am! Wouldn’t dream of it.” The smile on Billy’s face is dopey and slightly suggestive, but it’s also traced with sleep, and you sigh.

“Alright, big boy let’s get you to bed.” You state, while opening the car door wider, so Billy can step out.

“Hey! Take me out to dinner first, lady.” He mutters under his breath before laughing quietly to himself.

Jesus, Steve is really rubbing off on him. Not that you mind, but still.

“Didn’t you forget something, handsome?” You call after Billy, once he's making his way towards the motel building with a little too much determination and self-assurance for someone who doesn’t actually have any real clue of where to go.

Your words have him stopping in his tracks in an instant, and he quickly turns around, making his way back towards again you with big strides.

“You’re right, sorry.” He mutters, while engulfing you in a hug that takes you by surprise.

“Thank you for driving and getting us here safe.” He mumbles against your ear, before planting a big wet kiss on your forehead.

“Love you forever.”

Sleepy Billy still seems awfully similar to drunk Billy, you notice with a soft smile, and his sweet action almost made you forget why you had called him back over in the first place.

The luggage.

You won’t have to take all of it with you, just the valuables and the shared bag with the toiletries, because Steve told you earlier that he really craved a shower.

When you go to the trunk to get the things, Billy follows you like a lost puppy, before subtly slipping his big hand into yours, gazing down at you innocently while waiting for your reaction.

God, he can be such an utter sweetheart-

“Hey! To the handsome fella with the bedroom eyes, and the lady that looks like zombie stand-in for the Thriller music video, meet me in room 245.” Steve’s voice calls out, and you spot him on the balcony of the second floor, waving with what seems to be a pair of keys.

“What’s that fucker thinking?” Billy mumbles quietly.

“My thoughts exactly,” you grumble.

A zombie stand-in. Bold coming from a guy who-

Whatever. You’re too tired for this.

With the duffel bag in one hand, and Billy in the other, you make your way towards the motel complex.

No matter how big the bed might be, you think, you’ll definitely accidentally kick Steve out of it at least once tonight.

The motel room ends up being not too bad for, well, a motel room.

Most of its decorations and furniture are kept in deep orangey colors and dark brown tones, giving the room a slight 70s vibe. It doesn’t look to dusty or weirdly stained either, so you make your way towards the bed without much hesitation.

“You wanna sleep in the middle?” You offer Billy, and he looks a little surprised, but that quickly fades and instead he nods his head quietly.

“If that’s alright.”

“Of course, it is.”

Your gaze lingers on him for a moment before turning your attention back to the brunette.

“Hey Steve!” You call out.

“Yeah?”

“Catch.”

And without any further notice, the duffel bag is flying his way. Steve manages to catch it, looking slightly confused for a moment before he remembers his wish for a quick shower.

“Thanks!” he chirps, “You know where to find me. I’ll be back in a flash.”

He’s about to step into the small bathroom, but then he turns around again.

“Forgot the most important thing,” he states, making his way back towards you and Billy on the bed.

You look at him a little confused.

“I’ve already locked the door and took care of the curtains, what-“

“Not what I’m talking about,” Steve interrupts.

“Haven’t given either one of you any good night kisses yet,” he mumbles, “You two might be fast asleep once I’m out of the shower again, so this-“ he pecks your lips, “Is for you, in case I don’t get to do it again tonight.”

Your eyes soften at his adorable gesture, and you kiss him back with ease.

“I love you, my little zombie girl,” he whispers, “And I hope you have the bestest sleep, and I can’t wait to keep kissing your pretty face in the morning.”

Under different circumstances you would have probably countered his little jab, but you let it slide, because Steve’s been exceptionally sweet tonight.

And you’re also really tired.

“Love you too, Stevie,” you mumble into the kiss, “Don’t slip in the shower, and come join us really quickly again, okay?”

“Hm, god knows I’ll try,” he whispers before brushing his nose gently against yours.

“Night, my love.”

Night Stevie boy.”

He smiles at you before moving over to Billy, who’s stripped himself of everything, but his boxers, and has already slipped under the covers of the bed.

“Now to you, my beautiful boyfriend. I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day, and it’s a shame that I won’t get to kiss you all night as a way to compensate for all the kisses I’ve missed, but we have to start somewhere so this-“ brushing his lips gently over Billy’s, “Is for you; and for me.”

Their kiss deepens quickly, and you watch the way the two men move in synch, before breaking apart again with a pant.

You know that their longing for each other tends to pent up more during the day, because they always have to be so restraint and mindful of how affectionate they can be with one another in public.

They can’t just lean in for a kiss, the way they usually do it with you, and you know that it pains them both.

You watch how their kiss grows a little desperate; how Steve’s hand grips a fist full of Billy’s curls trying to keep him close, and how Billy moans right into the it.

It’s a sound that goes straight to your core each time, and it’s no different now, even though you’re beyond sleepy.

But then all of a sudden Steve stops and pulls away for good. Billy groans unsatisfied, trying to pull his boyfriend back by the loop of his jeans, but Steve swats his hands away, laughing.

“This is for you teasing me all day, you little minx,” he tells Billy, “Maybe if I’m feeling gracious you can make it up to me tomorrow.”

Billy huffs at that, but his eyes are sparkling mischievously.

“Oh, Stevie baby, two can play a game. If you think I’ve been teasing you before you haven’t seen the best of it yet, pretty boy.”

“Pah! Then it’s on, Hargrove, because I’ve made you beg before, remember? And I’m sure I can make you beg for it again.”

You roll your eyes at their antics, though it is amusing to watch.

“So, no good night wishes for me?” Billy observes when Steve makes his way back to the bathroom.

“Ah, fuck.” Steve turns around once more, and it has all three of you laughing.

“I’m already messing with your head, it seems.” Billy teases, and while his voice has a cocky undertone, his eyes gaze up at Steve with utter love and longing.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Hargrove. Don’t let it get to your dick or your ego though.”

Billy just sticks out his tongue at that.

“Alright, Hargrove, one more good night kiss for you!” This time he carefully plants it on Billy’s forehead, before nuzzling his nose against his. “I hope you have the bestest dreams and I can’t wait to beat you tomorrow at your own teasing games.”

“You wish! But I’d like to see you try.”

“Just you wait, you’ll see me try and win.”

“Go shower, Steve, and dream on.”

“We’ll see. good night, loverboy.”

“Night, Stevie. Love you lots.”

“Love you more.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Wanna bet-“

“Guys! Do you mind taking your dick measuring games elsewhere. How do you even manage to make everything into a competition?” You huff, before adding with a teasing tone, “Besides, isn’t it obvious that I’m the one who loves you two the most, otherwise I wouldn’t be putting up with any of this and-“

You’re interrupted suddenly by four tickling hands, and the laughing voices of Billy and Steve.

“She’s the biggest brat in the universe, isn’t she?” Steve observes.

“Uh-huh, should probably teach her a lesson about that.” Billy adds with a grin, his hands still tickling you relentlessly.

“Guys, stop that’s so unfair.” You plead, voice giggly, trying to squirm away in between fits of laughter but to no avail. The shenanigans continue until you’re completely breathless and begging, and it’s only then that the boys show you some mercy.

Your men are almost as much out of breath as you are by the end of it, and Billy lets himself plop down unceremoniously on top of you.

“Alright,” Steve states, before getting up from the bed, “I should probably head into the shower now, and you should really get some sleep, we still have quite the journey planed tomorrow.”

You just nod, too exhausted for anything else, and Billy gives him the most unmotivated thumbs up you’ve ever seen.

Steve’s quick to disappear into the bathroom after that, while Billy helps you out of your summer dress.

You two curl up in bed quickly, exchanging sleepy I love you’s, lazy kisses and good night’s. You can still faintly hear Steve’s voice coming from the shower, singing some Olivia Newton-John song, and you smile at the mental picture of it, before drifting off to sleep.

You wake up to the unsettling feeling that something is wrong.

Something is missing and you find out quickly that you’re kind of right, because Billy isn’t next to you anymore.

At first, you just think he must have cuddled up more towards Steve or something; but that thought gets quickly discarded when you look over to your dark-haired boyfriend, who’s taking up most of the bed, classic starfish position, with Billy nowhere to be seen.

You try to ignore the way your heartrate picks up, straining your ears for any small sounds, because maybe Billy’s in the bathroom, but there’s no light coming from beneath the door, and you can’t hear anything out of the ordinary either, so that’s probably not right.

Slipping out of the bed carefully, you go looking for your dress, but you have absolutely no clue where Billy lazily threw that one earlier, so instead you settle with Steve’s t-shirt, that’s actually Billy’s, but Stevie-sticky-fingers likes to bend these little rules of ownership.

After being somewhat modestly dressed, you carefully make your way towards the door, mindful of the softly snoring boyfriend behind you.

The door isn’t locked, you notice, something you’re pretty sure you did earlier, and the subtle worry inside of you rises up once again.

Taking a deep breath, you open it, and peak your head outside first, but there’s nothing.

The balcony in front of you is completely empty and left in the dark with no sights of Billy.

God, this can’t be happening, you think, and now you try to remember whether or not you saw Billy’s car keys on the nightstand.

But he wouldn’t just leave like that, would he?

You think about waking Steve up, when suddenly, you see it.

There’s a flicker of a cigarette, and the shadow of a hunched-up figure sitting on the steps of stairs.

You’re not sure how you managed to miss that silhouette two seconds ago, but the longer you look at it, the more you’re convinced that it’s Billy.

“Billy?” you whisper his name lightly into the night, “What are you doing out here?”

His head whips around at the sound of your voice; he looks like he’s been crying, and you feel your heart sink and shatter at the sight.

Oh no.

Ignoring the fact that both your feet and legs are completely bare, you hastily make your way over to your boyfriend.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He tries to turn away again, mumbling something about it not being a big deal – but it has to be if he’s out here at god-knows-what hour, sitting alone, crying and smoking, while his partners are peacefully sleeping two doors down.

Or three.

You didn’t actually count.

“Billy, hey,” you whisper, after sitting down next to him and carefully cradling his face in both of your hands, giving him no choice but to look at you.

You see his lips tremble slightly, and his eyes are getting teary again. He tries hard to blink them away, but it’s just no use because they keep coming, and you can see that he’s frustrated with himself.

“Oh, my love,” you whisper, voice endlessly soft and so full of understanding that it breaks Billy’s last restrains, and he reaches out and hugs you, really hugs you, like his life’s depending on it.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and clings to you with such desperation and need, like you’re the one thing that’s keeping him afloat in the undoubtedly tumultuous sea of emotions he’s currently lost in.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles over and over again, like a single prayer; and all you can do is hold him and repeat your own little prayer, that it’s alright, that it’s okay, and that he can just let it all out; you’ve got him.

You still don't know what's wrong, what's got him so upset, but you don't want to push him right now.

You're not sure how long you two end up sitting there on the cold metal stairs of the motel, underneath a starry sky, until Billy's tears cease, and he mumbles, “I'm sorry, we haven't even made it to California yet and I'm already ruining the trip.”

“Oh, honey, no!” You whisper, “Billy, my love, you haven't ruined anything!”

And Billy gently lifts his head at that, looking at you with wide eyes and tear-stained cheeks. “No?” He sniffles, and it breaks your heart all over again.

“No, Billy, you haven't ruined anything. I promise!”

“But I woke you up. You should be sleeping, and you-you're not supposed to see me like this, I-“ His voice sounds so utterly raw, that you feel like your heart is being ripped out of your chest and skinned alive.

Billy curls up into you again, hiding away in your soft embrace, and you gently brush your hands through his hair before asking, "You wanna tell me what's got you this upset, my love?”

Your voice is nothing but patient and loving and everything that Billy needs in this moment.

“Bad dream,” he mumbles, and before you can even remind him of the fact that he's supposed to wake at least one of you up he states:

"I know, I should have told you, but it wasn't that bad. It really wasn't! I just, I couldn't fall back asleep after it; I kept worrying, and it all got too much, and I thought maybe a smoke and some fresh air could calm me down, but the thoughts just kept coming and they wouldn't stop and-“

“What kind of thoughts?” you whisper.

Billy's quiet for a while, before he mumbles, in the smallest voice you've ever heard.

“My mom.”

Another heartbeat of silence fills the summer night air, and then Billy whispers, almost unintelligible, “Kept thinking about my mom.”

“Oh, Billy.”

The revelation doesn't come that surprising; you've assumed something along those lines, but it breaks your heart still.

You decide to sit down on his lap, so he can face you fully.

He instinctively wraps his arms more securely around your sides, and you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, before playing softly with the strands of his hair, a habit that you know puts him at ease.

“Tell me more about it,” you whisper, before leaning your head gently against his shoulder, looking up at him with eyes full of patience and love, and Billy swears he could melt right then and there.

But he's quiet for a while once more.

There must be a pond somewhere near, you think, because you can hear frogs croaking in the distance, and there are still some crickets chirping a summer night tune.

You watch Billy's eyes wander unfocused over the horizon, and then the hand on your waist tightens before he whispers:

“I still miss her. I know it's silly; especially after all this time and considering what she's done, but I still miss her.”

“It's not silly,” you reassure him, “It's not silly at all.”

“Well, but it feels silly. It feels childish and wrong to miss her. And I thought I had that under control, at least while we were in Hawkins, I did; but now that-that we're going back to California, I fear that she's going to be everywhere.

And I don't just mean the memory of her; I mean actually her.

I'm scared that I will see her in any person that resembles her looks, even slightly. And that I will be both, relieved and disappointed each time it isn't her.”

“Oh, my love.” You mumble, voice pained, and slightly unsure of what to say.

“I just-I just want to understand it, you know? I just want to understand why she left me all alone with him, when she knew exactly what he was capable of. I want to understand why she wouldn’t come and get me like she promised. If it was something that I did, that made her-that made her never come back; I know I couldn’t protect her, but I-“

“Oh, Billy, no! Billy, you were a kid!” You whisper, cradling his face in both of your hands.

“You were a kid, Billy! There’s nothing that you could have done that would warrant the fate you got. You were a fucking child, and it was never your responsibility to keep your mom safe. If anything, it was the other way around, love. She was supposed to keep you safe; both of your parents were, and they both failed miserably; but that was never your fault!”

The tears are back in Billy’s eyes, and by now you’re sure they’re back in yours too.

“You know what the worst thing is?” He whispers, voice on the verge of breaking again, and you pull him as close as humanly possible.

“The worst thing is that I would forgive her in a heartbeat. Like, how pathetic is that?”

“It’s not pathetic at all, Billy. It really isn’t.” You state with a determined shake of your head.

“After everything that happened to you, the fact that you still haven’t given up on your mom is more a reflection on how much you want to still see the good in her, regardless of what happened. And I think it’s natural for you to miss her, especially ‘cause you’ve never gotten any real closure. It makes sense that you would long for answers.”

“Even after all this time?”

“Even after all this time.” You confirm gently.

“A wound like that doesn’t just heal because some time has passed. And it probably doesn’t help that your relationship to her is so complex; because you associate both, really happy memories with her, and really painful ones; and it’s hard to mend those two with one another and try to make sense of it all; because it just really doesn’t.”

Billy looks at you, glossy-eyed and a little shy.

“You really think so?”

“Oh, you bet I do.”

There’s the hint of a smile gracing Billy’s face before he suddenly gets worried again.

“And you’re not mad?”

“Mad? Billy, what would I be mad about?”

“Me,” he whispers, “This trip is supposed to be relaxing and fun and just overall good times, and instead we’re sitting outside of a motel, crying because I-“

“Because you miss your mom; and you have every right to miss her, just like you have every right to have mixed feelings about her, or have a wish for closure. Whatever that might look like.”

You’re quiet for a moment, contemplating your next words carefully.

“Billy, do you want to know a secret?” you whisper, and you watch him furrow his brows slightly before nodding his head softly.

“Do you know why I wanted to go to California out of all places? Do you know what I’m most excited about seeing there?”

Billy shakes his head lightly, and you continue:

“It’s because you always talk about it with the biggest, most beautiful smile on your face. Because loving you made me love California. It’s almost like it’s an extension of you. And I’ve only ever seen it through your eyes, and I can’t wait to see it through my own.

But the thing I’m most excited about; the thing I can’t wait to see, is for you to be back there. For you to be back at the ocean, back in your element, to witness you burry your feet in the soft sand like you used to as a kid.

To see you reunite with a place you’ve been craving and yearning and dreaming about for the last three years. I can’t wait for you to show me and Steve around; to get to make all these amazing memories with you – with you and Steve because I love you both so much.”

Taking another deep breath, you add, “And Billy, whatever might happen within the next three weeks, you won’t have to go through any of it alone. You won’t have to face any of it by yourself, you have me and Steve right here by your side now, and we’re not going anywhere.”

Billy is sniffling again, eyes teary and touched, and you gently kiss the small droplets from his cheeks, ever so softly.

“But Billy, in order to be of help, you have to talk to us. I’d like to think that I know you very well, but even I can’t read your mind; and the only thing more painful than knowing that you’re suffering through old wounds and memories is knowing that you’re suffering through it alone.

I know I won’t be able to take away all the pain or the hurt you might be feeling, but it might soothe some of it, if you’re sharing it with me, with me or Steve.”

Billy looks at you again with those piercing blue eyes, the ones you fell in love with over a year ago, and this time they are full of adoration and wonder.

“I don’t deserve you.” he whispers, and you shake your head silently, hands still cupping his face.

“That’s the thing, Billy, you do. You do deserve me, me and Steve, and all kinds of good things in this world, hell you deserve half of California at the very least if you ask me.”

The little laugh that leaves Billy’s lips is small and timid, but it’s still something, and you hold on to that.

You gaze into each other’s eyes once more. He’s so close, you can count each and every freckle on his already sun-kissed skin.

God knows you and Steve have tried doing that a hundred times before, failing miserably each time, because you always get distracted by the loving look on Billy's face, so full of patience and adoration, while your fingers keep tracing every single dot on his face.

His lips usually twitch in a smile while you try hard not to lose count, or give into the growing urge to kiss him, the longer your eyes linger on his beautiful face. It’s infuriatingly impossible, really. But one day, you will be able to count them all, each and every fucking freckle.

Or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

“You wanna get back to bed and try for another few hours of sleep?” you question, hands still tangled in his hair.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

“Okay, let me just-“ you’re cut off by your own squeak, as Billy decides to get up, with you still in his arms.

“Billy, what-“

“Shh, just let me carry you at least. Don’t want to let you go just yet.”

You can’t argue with that, and so instead you curl more up in his embrace, legs securely wrapped around his waist and arms flung around his neck.

“Still so strong,” you mumble quietly, slightly in awe, and Billy laughs softly.

“Gotta be able to take care of my girl at least.”

You nuzzle his neck at that, trying to hide your smile.

His girl.

That still gets you every time.

When you step back into the motel room, Steve is still knocked out, but he wakes up slightly when the bed dips significantly because of you two.

“What’s going on?” he mumbles, hair tussled, and eyes puffy.

“Had a little conversation.”

“At what, three in the morning?” Steve raises his head, slightly alarmed, and the worried furrow between his brows deepens when he realizes that both Billy and you have been crying.

“Shh, it’s okay. We’re okay now, I’ll tell you everything in the morning.” Billy soothes, trying to keep Steve from completely waking up.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, had a bit of a melt-down, but our girl helped me through it. I promise I tell you everything after sunrise.”

Steve huffs something you can’t quite make out, but he seems convinced enough, because he snuggles closer to Billy, before carefully kissing his tear-stained cheek.

“Love you so much,” he murmurs, “Got me all worried and shit.”

“Don’t be, I’m okay now – we both are.”

“Yeah,” you nod your head, though you doubt Steve can see it in the dark.

“Let’s try to get at least a little bit more sleep.”

You nuzzle into Billy’s left side, while Steve occupies his right, and Billy let’s out a satisfied little sigh, before kissing each of your foreheads gently.

“Love you two crackheads so much.” He whispers, “Thank you for always looking out for me.”

“Always,” you mutter, sleep already taking over half of your brain, and the last thing you notice is Steve’s hand brushing against yours, trying to hold a part of you too.

You wake up the next morning to someone playing gently with your hair, and soft kisses being peppered all over your face.

“There she is,” Billy’s raspy voice coos once you slowly open your eyes.

“Hey, there sweetheart,” He whispers, “I’m sorry I’m waking you up like this, but we need to get going. Steve’s already in the car outside waiting, and you need to get dressed.”

“Hmm, don’t wanna.” You huff, voice tired and ruff.

“I know, love, but can’t carry out of this motel room in just your panties. You can go back to sleep right after; you just gotta help me slip you into your dress, and then I’ll do everything else.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Billy keeps true to his words, and after getting you dressed into your summer dress, he carries you carefully to the Camaro, where you fall back asleep almost instantly.

You’re not sure how many hours have passed when you wake up again, but you feel a lot more well rested. You can hear the faint sounds of some music and the hushed voices of your boyfriends talking, and in this moment you just feel completely at peace.

“Ah, the little snore-snurf decided to join us again.” Steve observes with a smile, once he notices you’re awake, and you can hear Billy try to bite back a laugh.

“Steve, come on, she might be a snore-snurf, but she’s our snore snurf.”

“You know what, fuck off, the both of you.” You grumble, although you can’t quite hide your smile either.

“You feeling any less tired?” Billy questions, turning around from the passenger seat, to get a better look at you.

“Yeah,” you confirm, before remembering the events of last night, and you whisper, “How are you doing?”

Billy’s eyes soften at the concerned look on your face.

“Better,” he states, “Talked to Steve about it too,” he adds, and Steve gives you a little thumbs up, his brown eyes finding yours in the rearview mirror.

“I made him promise to communicate with us better, and I want either one of you to wake me next time.” His voice is still soft, but there’s also a seriousness behind it, and you nod your head in agreement.

“You hungry yet?” Billy inquires, once you’ve sat up straight again in your seat.

“Why, do you still have a spare fry to offer?” you tease, and it has both of the boys laughing.

“No, but we had a little rest earlier, getting some quick breakfast, and I saved some pancakes and orange juice for you.”

Your eyes light up at that, partly because of the prospect of food, and partly because it’s a rather sweet gesture.

“Oh, well someone’s awake now,” Steve teases, and you stick out your tongue before turning your attention back to Billy.

God, you really fucking love these guys.

Despite the pancakes being rather cold, they taste amazing, though it might be your hunger talking and making that verdict.

Still, Billy watches you with loving eyes. He wants to talk to you about last night, properly thank you for it too, but that’ll have to wait for now, because you still have some hours to go, till California.

You’ve made it halfway through Arizona already. He offered Steve a while ago to flip driving duties, and it seems that Steve is finally ready to take him up on that.

And so, a little while later, Billy’s the one driving, you’re back on the passenger seat, and Steve is having the time of his life in the backseat with all of his sweets.

He’s the purest dorks of them all.

You catch Billy glancing over at you, and you smile. He mirrors it, eyes so soft and full of love that you have to stifle the urge to just crawl into his lap and never ever leave again.

He makes you feel like you’re something truly special. Both of your boys do, and while you’re not quite sure what the future holds, you know it’s going to be good if you have Billy and Steve by your side.

Looking out of the window again, you notice how some of the scenery has changed; or at least you like to think it did.

The excitement in your veins is running hot and fast because you know it won’t be long till you’re in California now.

You’ve listened to Billy and Steve talk earlier, when they were both brooding over your little map. You didn’t understand half of it, because reading maps has never been your strong suit, but what you did pick up was that it wouldn’t be long now, until you’d arrive in the sunny west coast state.

Though to be fair, it would still be another hour or two until you'd arrive at the little beach house Steve rented. Family ties and all that.

Billy notices you squirming in your seat, but he’s unaware that it’s the excitement that keeps bubbling up inside of you; instead, he thinks you might be too hot, and he rolls the windows down for a gentle breeze.

“Better, angel?” He questions, and it takes you a moment to realize what he’s talking about; you’re about to correct him, that you’re just fidgety with all the barely contained anticipation, when Steve suddenly calls out, “Oh my god, Hargrove! Is that the Boys of Summer?! Turn it up, turn it up! God, I love you and your little mixtape.”

Billy smiles and complies.

And with that the perfect summer song is blasting through the speakers.

You can feel it now, with every beat of the song that’s cursing through your veins; the freedom that’s being sung about.

It’s in the way the wind rushes in through the open window, tangling in your hair; it’s in the golden sun rays on your skin, and the big and bright smiles on Steve’s and Billy’s faces.

It’s in the love you feel for both of these men; and in this moment you feel like you’re flying, like your soul might slip out of your body and into the depths of the cornflower blue sky that’s wide, and endless somewhere above you.

“And I can tell you, my love for you will still be strong, after the boys of summer have gone.“ Steve and Billy’s voices call out on top of their lungs.

And the laugh that leaves your lips is light and warm, like the sunbeams kissing Billy’s freckled skin. He smiles at you brightly before sending you a playful wink, and then he just continues singing.

Part of you is awestruck because he doesn’t sing often; not like that anyways.

Sober and hearty and without any restrains.

Steve uses one of his jolly rancher sticks as a makeshift microphone, grinning from ear to ear when the line “Remember how you made me crazy, remember how I made you scream.“ comes on, and you find yourself joining in on their little concert, dancing away in your seat, feeling completely and wholly alive.

The song is almost done when you spot it, that cheesy ‘Welcome to California’ sign, and you cheer, pointing at it, as if Billy could’ve missed it.

He just smiles, captivated by your excitement and the pure adoration he feels for you both.

Steve somehow manages to convince Billy to pull over, so he can take at least one picture.

It ends up being three; you and Billy, Billy and Steve; and Steve and you.

While the polaroids develop, Steve excitedly gushes on how cute these pictures are going to be, and how this is really it; the beginning of a long adventure in California, and Billy smiles while he keeps on driving.

It’s barely two hours later when the sun slowly starts to set, and Billy finally, finally steers the Camaro into the driveway of your little summertime get away.

It’s a nice little beach house, and it looks warm and cozy and inviting; but you don’t quite have eyes for it now, because everyone is scrambling to get out of the car the fastest, running straight for the beach instead.

You can unpack the car later, test the bed and the television and the sturdiness of the kitchen table all in good time; but right now, you just want to beat your boyfriends at their little race to the beach.

Because you’re here.

You’ve finally made it to California; and the sun is setting over the seemingly endless ocean, giving everything a dreamy golden glow.

You watch your boyfriends strip themselves while running, trying to get to the ocean the fastest, because of course they are.

Billy’s the first one to jump into the waves, but as usual it’s a close race.

You decide to keep your dress on for now, and by the time you make it to the shore, Billy and Steve are already completely and utterly soaked in salt water; and the fact that you’re not is absolutely outrageous to both of them.

Your two boyfriends are quick in making a straight beeline towards you, dragging you with them into the fresh and salty sea.

Billy captures your lips in a searing kiss, before being jumped by Steve, whose smile might be the brightest you’ve ever seen it.

You watch them both try to wrestle in the waves, their laughter filling the air with more warmth than the sun ever could, and you know you’re home.

Because that’s what both of these guys mean to you; they’re home.

It doesn’t matter where you are, if it’s inside the Camaro, a dusty motel room, a dull franchised diner, or the most beautiful beach you’ve ever seen; you’re home, because the three of you are together; and you hope that that’s how it will always be.

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And, that's it! If you've made it this far, thank you! I hope you enjoyed reading this little story!

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PROLOGUE

(Gif and photo of Michaela DePrince)

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: This is my first fanfiction ever. I believe pacing and context is important in any story. This is going to be a slow burn. Hopefully this prologue gives you a little insight on who Diana Sinclair is separate from The Party.

I am a ballet dancer so there is a lot of dance terminology in this. I urge you all to look up some of these moves and positions.

Anywho, let me know what you all think!

Word Count: 1032

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PROLOGUE || PART I ||

Sunday November 6, 1983 - BELOV DANCE ACADEMY

Piqué tour. Piqué tour. Upper body. Piqué tour and…double pirouette en dedans.

“Beautiful, Diana.” Madame Petrovna praises over the melodic rhythm.

My cheeks grow hot and I continue to dance breathing deeply through my nose. I prepare myself for the hardest move: the Gargouillade. I still didn’t quite understand it, but let my body guide me through the movement. Extending my right foot dégagé to the side, rotating my leg in a small rond de jambe, while pushing off the floor with my left leg to do another rond de jambe with my left foot.

“And jump!” Madame Petrovna exclaims. “Yes, yes.”

I perform the gargouillade again, wincing slightly at the second rond de jambe. I didn’t circle my foot completely.

“Don’t show me you’re tired, Diana. This move is supposed to look effortless.”

I force myself to smile to hide my disappointment. Soutenu, soutenu, step, step. Double pirouette down to the knee and pose.

“Good. Very Good girls.” Madam Petrovna says, clapping her hands in her poised manner. Which meant we could do better. “Waltz of the Flowers to the stage please.”

We all curtsy before running off stage. As soon as my body disappears beyond the curtain, I deflate wiping the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. My cheeks burn from exertion. The Dance of Marzipan was a little over two minutes long but it was one of the hardest dances in The Nutcracker Showcase as lead.

The Waltz of the Flowers orchestration begin shortly after and I watch the performance quietly on my own, swaying from side-to-side en pointe, the malleable shank of my pointe shoes bending with the arches of my feet with each shift in weight. I need to start breaking in my other pair of pointe shoes mom bought for me two weeks ago. These were dead. I glance at my wristwatch. 7:00pm. I sigh, exhaustion weighing down on me. We’re running late as usual.

“You’re doing great,” a voice whispers near my ear.

I whip around, clutching my necklace.

“Sorry for scaring you!” Mei Wong says.

Mei Wong is the Sugar Plum Fairy in the annual showcase of The Nutcracker at Belov Dance Academy. She’s also a senior at Hawkins High, most of the girls at the Academy are. I didn’t talk to her or anyone much, my shyness getting the best of me. I always had Nancy until she quit last year. Mom says I need to “put myself out there more” and make new friends at the Academy. The proposition sounded like a death sentence.

I sigh in relief, revealing a small smile. “It’s okay.”

“I just wanted to say, you did so well in your routine. I think Madame Petrovna made a great choice picking you to be lead.”

The audition process for lead was grueling and downright nasty. The girls at the Academy were extremely competitive and I didn’t have a competitive bone in my body, choosing to have fun and enjoy the experience. It didn’t mean I wanted the part less than the other girls. Deep down, I really wanted it and practiced every day after school until the auditions with help from Nancy, Barbara and mom on technique and presentation. The voice at the back of my mind constantly nit-picked my skills. Taunting me with cruel words and insecure thoughts. You’re too short. You’re not good enough. You can’t dance. You will never be like Mei Wong or Sophie Miller. If it weren’t for Nancy, I would’ve made up an excuse to not audition.

Two weeks later in the front room of the Academy, I held my head high as I walked to the bulletin board and saw my name across Lead Marzipan.

“Thank you,” I say. “It means a lot coming from you.”

“Don’t thank me, you deserve it. Have you ever thought about Juilliard?”

Juilliard? Last month, Madame Petrovna announced that Mei Wong applied for Juilliard. That was huge for us small-towners. Unheard of even. Juilliard was Emerald City to us at Belov Dance Academy. A place where hopes and dreams can come true.

I shake my head, toying with my pendant. “No.”

“I think you should. I can definitely see you going there.”

I blink unable to comprehend what I heard. Mei Wong is by far the best dancer at the Academy and she was telling me she can see me at Juilliard. The Mecca of all things art. The magical place far from home. Mei looks at me, concern etching her features and I realize I’m staring at her.

“R-Really?” I stutter.

“Of course!”

“Oh, wow.” I answer, sounding breathless in my ears.

Mei nods her head in response and I sense the conversation is over. The silence is awkward and a wave of acid wells up in my stomach. I have so much to ask her, but the words are caught under the lump in my throat.

“I’m gonna get ready with Ben. I’ll talk to you later?”

I nod cursing violently in my head for being so…awkward. When Mei was far enough, I groan plopping myself down on the floor. Stretching my legs in a straddle split, I watch the girls in Waltz of the Flowers. I don’t pay attention because the acid in my stomach turned into butterflies. Juilliard. I never thought about the school until last month and now Mei thinks I should consider auditioning.

You know dad won’t let you go.

I lay down on my stomach resting my chin on the back of my hands. The butterflies in my stomach harden to knots. Juilliard is in New York. Dad wouldn’t even let me see Prince in Indianapolis. The closer to Hawkins, the better. Dad didn’t appreciate change. He was at peace in Hawkins and its simplicity. If he found out his baby girl wanted a life outside of Hawkins…I’m sure it’ll break his heart and I couldn’t stomach the possibility. The look on his face.

I shake my head, pushing down the thought. I just started sophomore year and had more than enough time to think about college. Especially Juilliard.

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i’m js saying that if all this “it’s going to be like season 1” stuff is js about personality i am going to throw hands. idk if this is a leak or js a theory (pray it’s js a theory) but ppl are thinking that’s one half of the kids and young adults (ya) are in the ud while the others (will, mike, robin, karen and vickie(?)) are trying to find them. look in all for a robin x byler scene with possible vickie crumbs but PLEASE!!

i really really want the groups to be based off of season 1. duffer brothers don’t forget that will and mike are actually friends with dustin and lucas. i get if all their priorities aren’t the same but cmon bring the party back tgt. i get the fans want byler, so do i but please don’t ruin or forget that they have other friends. byler is much more than their ship😭

#byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things 5 #dustin henderson #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #eleven hopper

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Touch Starved | Joseph Quinn x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 0.4k

warnings: joe is touch starved, ?

summary: touch starved Joe

“Hi, I’m y/n,” you said, sitting down next to him. It was the first table read for Stranger Things 4 and he was quite nervous about it. He smiled a little and said “Joe. Well, Joseph”

You smiled a little too and looked over as the duffer brothers walked in. It went well, and everyone got to know each other a little by the end of it. You all stood up to say your goodbyes and when Joe put his hand out to shake yours, you hugged him instead.

“Sorry, I’m a hugger,” you said and he chuckled. He initially tended up, but quickly wrapped his arms around you too for a moment. You pulled away, said goodbye, leaving the room and leaving him breathless.

He felt so many butterflies in his stomach, no one had ever done that to him. He couldn’t stop thinking about you on the way home, and spent hours debating on whether or not to text you which he ended up not doing.

When filming started not long after, you greeted him with a hug and you two were having your hair and makeup done at the same time which meant you were hanging out in the same trailer. He couldn’t stop blushing, especially when you two were heading to set and you fixed the wig and brushed some powder off his jacket.

He really hoped you would hug him again when you two parted ways, and you did. “See you later, Joey,” you said as you pulled away and he blushed. You had a nickname for him.

You two quickly got very close and 3 months later you kissed him, neither of you in costume or even on set. It only got even more intense from there, you were constantly all over him and it made him so flustered.

“God, you always turn into a tomato every time I touch you” you said and he bit his lip nervously. He chuckled and said “sorry I just…no one’s ever really been like this to me” “oh…I’m sorry,” you said and pulled back.

He quickly pulled you close again and said “no, no don’t apologize I just…it’s new to me, all this affection and stuff. I like it, I promise, actually I love it” You smiled and kissed him softly, smiling at his rosy cheeks.

“Guess you're just a little touch starved then?” You asked and he shrugged. He kissed you again and said “I don’t know what that is but probably,” you both giggled and he hugged you tighter, he just couldn’t get enough of you.

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As of now I’m writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)

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Enchanted | Steve Harrington x FemaleReader

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Summary | Steve Harrington got the chance to change his life. He was Enchanted to meet her.

Word Count | 5722. (Sorry if it’s too long, but Steve Harrington worth it.)

Warnings | loneliness, loveless, bad parenting, injuries and wounds (only mentioned), bad friends, food (only mentioned), fluff+fluff+fluff, new friendships.

Side Note: I don’t own any of Duffer Brothers characters, words, or narrative. This is only a reinterpretation and fiction based on the Stranger Things World they continue to develop. Also no repost is allowed. If you ever see this on another website, please let me know.

Because I’m a Swiftie I can write about one of my favorite Taylor Swift songs.

Another day, another hangover of a party last night.

Steve was tired of his only activities these days were partying, getting wasted and hanging out with his “friends”. He discovered really late that his group of friends weren’t what friends supposed to be.

And he discovered it while trying to save his ass of. By being part of a rescuing a child. He saw firsthand how a true friendship was.

How it was to not being lonely.

He was trying to change.

He spent several years being a bad person.

He needed to get back in track before it was too late.

First step was to finally apologize to Nancy Wheeler.

It’s being days since the incident.

He planned to go to her house, with some flowers, ask for forgiveness (he actually didn’t know why he was apologizing for, but he felt like it), and wish her happiness with Jonathan.

What else could he do?

She already told him that he was bullshit. Everything he believed was his relationship, was bullshit. He does love her. But it was an unrequited love. He needed to move on.

And he took by heart. Was a wakeup call. To stop pretending who he was. And start being who he really was.

A caring person.

He was about to knock the door of Wheeler’s family to find some redemption with Nancy. But Dustin Henderson approached him asking for help. He was with… a girl?

“Steve!” Said Dustin while approaching him. “Are those for Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler?” He asked him while pointing to the flowers that were for Nancy.

“No.” Steve denied.

“Good.” Dusting took the flowers and gave them to the girl that was with him and taking her by the hand to Steve’s car.

“Hey, what the hell?” Said Steve while looking astonish to him and his partner.

“Do you still have that bat?” Dustin demanded.

“Bat, what bat?” Steve asked him, once again.

“The one with nails.” Urged Dustin while opening the door of Steve’s car.

“Why?” Steve replied.

“I’ll explain on the way.” Said Dustin. “Get in Y/N.”

“Ok Mr. Henderson.” Said the girl smiling at Dustin, while entering his car.

“Now?” Steve asked while running back to his car.

“Now!” Dusting told him while finally closing the door.

Steve turned on his car and started driving. Dustin began to tell him all the mess he was into, over again.

“And who is your friend in here Dustin?” Asked Steve while pointing the back seat.

“Oh, hi. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” She said while handing her hand to him.

“Oh, yes. She is Y/N. My official nanny/friend. Mom hasn’t let me be alone since what happened to Will. So, she already knows everything about what’s happening.” Said Dustin while smiling to her.

“Nice to meet you too Y/N.” said Steve greeting her hand.

He felt something at that moment. Sparks through his body.

And once again, he didn’t know how he ended in that situation. Two times in a row. And probably more to come.

Steve was grateful that he got another almost adult to help him taking care of his stack of kids. He discovered she was well known in the group. She used to be their babysitter on her early years of being a “independent teenager” and the fact that the moms were friends.

She knew them very well and had the right mommy attitude. Keeping them in line when they didn’t want to listen to him. Making them hold hands while going to the Upside Down while he was the one guiding them.

Both protecting the kids when danger felt close or approached.

They became a team that worked together as a perfect clock gear.

Suddenly, everything was over. At least for a while. The tiredness and pressure finally started to hit them. And he started to feel everything.

He became numb. He was tired and wanted to disappear for several hours, get a good rest, and chill a bit. Everything became too much for him.

After all the events that happened the day before, he was finally home. Already washed with comfy clothes, ready to relax.

Until he listened someone calling his door. He was hoping not to be Henderson with another adventure.

But he was surprised when he saw her, standing there, with a pizza and some grocery bags. She had some wounds on her face. But they seemed cured.

What was she doing there?

“Mmm. Hi Steve.” Y/N said while smiling and waving your hands full of things.

“Hi Y/N.” He said while smiling back. “Let me help you.” He told her while taking the heavy stuff. “Please come in.”

“I’m sorry for intruding in your house, but I wanted to see how you are doing.” She told him while leaving the things at his coffee table. “You seemed a little bit down last night, so I wanted to take a look if you were fine.” Y/N turned her gaze to him. “So, I dared myself to come to your house. I bring Pizza, some candies and soda, Dustin told me you liked Chocolate cake.” She said to him with a worried look. “I hope you don’t mind.” She ended.

That day, Steve got to know in detail his best friend.

He discovered what real friends are for.

He finally found someone that will listen, give advice, and had their complete support. Cheer for his victories and back him up during his fails.

To hold him at times of darkness.

Like the day they meet, Y/N became his spark of light in his life. So, he decided to start calling her that.

Sparks.

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Time passed, he and Y/N became tied at the hip friends. There was no moment they weren’t together.

His last days at High School were spent together, he was now with almost no friends of his grade. Including Y/N, that was a grade younger than him.

Carol and Tommy decided to stop talking to him, not that he cared at all, but they were supposed to be his “friends”.

Dustin started to spend time with them. Probably he was looking for older sibling advice. Since he was the only member of his group of friends without someone to look for or avoid or simply fight.

So, they took Dustin to his winter dance, ice cream after school, to the arcade, or simple movie nights. While Steve was in charge of girls’ advice, she was in charge of boy consulting.

Dustin, Claudia, Y/N and her parents where there the moment he graduated from High School.

He really wasn’t expecting to do something that day, probably just take the fucking paper that set him free for a while from college, order some delivery and watch some trash TV.

But they brought him flowers, plushies and even invited him to a fancy dinner. They were cheering for him, screaming at loud as they could when he received his certificate, he could feel the blush on his checks. He had never felt so loved before.

Conveniently his parents where on a “business trip”, he already knew it was another trip to try, again, to save their marriage. He didn’t understand why they kept trying when the product of their “love” was left behind.

He was hurt by the actions of his parents, but at the same time he felt warm to have people that cared about him, they were the same people he loved.

Just after the graduation, he decided that he got no plan on going to college. At list for a time. He will find a job, save some money, and then start to plan his future.

He told the plan to his parents, that seemed to remember they had a son, and it was obvious. They didn’t agree. Suddenly they were “worried” about the sudden attitude from their boy. His dad threatened to cut his money flow. Steve told him, “That’s the plan on getting a job before college”. He could say no more. Obviously, they didn’t cut the money, his mother talked to his dad on lowering the money they gave him. Probably she realized how awful their work as parent was, that she decided so “support” him, until he finally decided to continue with his school life. Obviously with the promised on going to college.

The only ones supporting him, was Y/N and Dustin. They believed he needed to save extra money to college.

Y/N’s father got them the job at “Scoops Ahoy”, he knew the owner and was a good friend.

She was also saving money for when she went to college. So, it was kind of a perfect plan.

Summer job with your best friend while your other “kid” best friend was away from summer camp.

At job, Y/N and Robin became friends. They used to be classmates, but never friends. And Steve didn’t understood their friendship at the beginning. They were opposites poles, but maybe that was the reason behind the new blooming friendship.

He became jealous, she was his best friend. Robin and he passed hours barking at each other any chance they got. While Y/N just looked from afar smiling watching their fiends “discussing”.

But then he realized that she would have a new friend next semester at school. He tried to make peace and join your new friendship. But Robin was hard on him. He later understood why.

That summer, he met his other best friend during the catastrophe.

She had become a new member of the two-friend club.

Once again, he will put his life on risk for his friends. Just the way they did it for him.

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Days passed since the last time he saw her. He knew she was affected by the things that happened at Star Court. He knew she needed sometime to overcome what she lived.

Being taking away from him by Russians that decided to mistreat her for some information. He will never forgive himself after allowing that. Robin had told him it wasn’t his fault.

Right now, she was the support that he needed, but who do she had right now?

Robin told him that she had answered her phone calls and that she seemed distant, her voice was monotonous.

He decided he needed to check her out. To know she was right, if not right, at least safe and sound, but mostly alive.

He arrived at her house. Her mother answered the door.

“Stevie!” Said her mom. “It’s so nice to see you here.” She said while letting him in.

“Hi Miss.” He answered, while saying waving his hands full of things. “I hope you don’t mind, I’m here to see how Y/N it’s doing.”

“No problem, Stevie, you are always welcome.” She said smiling. “She’s being really distant since the fire at the mall.” She told her, he could listen the concern in her voice. “She also has been having nightmares. I really don’t know what else happened that day that mortified her. It’s not only the fire Steve. I know it. But she doesn’t want to talk about. I really hope you can cheer her up.” She ends while looking at him with hope.

“Thanks Miss. Is there any problem if I stay to sleep?” He asked her, he already knew the answer.

“Of course, not Stevie.” She told him. “You know you are always welcome here. In your home. Let me help you up dear.” She told him while getting upstairs, helping him with all the things he got to her daughter. “If you need something, please call me, I will be downstairs.” She spoke. “Thanks for caring for my girl.” She said while giving him a small side hug.

Steve knocked four times at her door. It was a code they decided to make, to know when one of them appeared at their homes.

Y/N answered in no time. She opened the door as quickly as she could.

“Steve.” She said while hugging him.

“Hi Sparks.” He said to her while trying to hug her back. Obviously failing on his attempt.

“What are you doing here Steve?” She asked him.

He could see the tiredness on her gaze.

“Well. Here I am. I bring Pizza, candies, and soda, and I asked Dustin if his mother could bake me a tray of your favorite chocolate chip cookies.” He said smiling. Remembering that one time she visited him after disaster. “He wanted to come, but I needed to see you first.”

“You didn’t have to Steve.” You said finally smiling.

“Of course, I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” He told her while winking. “We are going to have a sleepover; your mother already knows. I also bring some movies, from our new work.” He said finally putting down the bags and the pizza he was carrying.

“Our new job?” She asked him.

“It’s open if you want to join Robin and I. Keith needed new employees for Family Video. Can you believe that dude it’s a manager?” Steve answered her question.

The sleepover started. They talked for hours and ate lots of junk food. Like they always did once a week.

They talked about everything and nothing at all. They laughed and then they cried. Cried for the horrible events they just survived.

Both were now lying down on the bed. They were looking at Y/N’s ceiling full of fluorescent stars.

“You haven’t answered my calls. And Robin told me you had talk to her a lot these days. I was worried I did something wrong Sparks.” Steve said while holding her hand. “Why haven’t you called me back?” He said with a trembling voice.

“I really don’t know.” She finally said. “I can’t tell you why. I have been feeling different these days.”

“Did I do something?” Steve asked looking directly to her eyes. They were full of tears.

“No. You didn’t.” She answered him, with low voice. “I just believed you also needed time to digest what happened. And I didn’t want to bother you, like I always do with every single thing that happens in my life.”

“Shhh. Don’t say that.” Steve’s told her while bringing her close to him. He finally hugs her close to his chest. “You know you can tell me anything. I tell you all the things that happen to me, and you had always listened to me. I will be there for you the same way Sparks.” She was already sobbing.

———

The months passed away faster than he thought. Usually, Steve would drive Robin and Y/N after class, they have lunch and get back to work. It was the daily schedule the three best friends would do.

Almost every Friday night they would have a sleepover and watch the new films that arrived at Family Video. Most of the times, was in Y/N’s house, her parents really liked to have her friends around, they already had a shelf for when they crashed in.

After all the awful incidents in Star Court, they decided to rely on one another their fears, and their dreams.

He was glad that right now, he had two best friends that cared for him. They may tease him, but he knew they meant well, they became like the siblings he never had. He felt loved when they called him through the phone to ask him how he was or if he wanted to join to dinner or to the arcade.

He never experienced that with his “other friends”, the ones he was used to party all day and night. He wasted time trying to build up a reputation that went shit the moment he started to treat people with a little decency.

Steve dreams.

He had never told them about the dream of being a star dad. They probably already know that. He had a lot of practice by now. After spending his last years on earth making sure his kids where safe and sound.

He just wanted to move away from Hawkins, probably go to college (he wasn’t sure just yet), get a good job, find someone that truly loved him and spend the rest of his life full of love. Probably with six kids, well, more than one for sure. He didn’t want to have a kid that grew up without a partner of crime.

He didn’t enjoy his childhood growing up all alone, without someone to spend time to play with him. Someone he could told his secrets, plans or dreams. He grew up with adults and then those adults leaved him behind.

He would never do that to his kids. He promised himself that he would be everything his parents weren’t. Someone that cared about his family.

But he had been feeling different when certain someone called his name. He felt his heart warm and full of fireworks exploding. He had never felt anything like that before. He was scared and excited with these new feelings.

He was tired of empty relationships. All the people he went out, were like him in the past. Only thinking on what people may think of them. Not trying to reach personal happiness. Trying to maintain a status that would disappear after some time. He already knows all that bullshit was over once you grew older.

He wanted to feel the way Y/N made him felt all the time. As someone important, essential, significant, someone loved. And he felt all that whenever she was with him. He knew by fact that he was someone meaningful in her life. But he wanted to be the main character in her life. He was scared someone taking here apart from him.

The moment he met her, he was enchanted by her. She became a reason to be a better person every day. He wanted to grow old together.

He was almost praying every night for her not being in love, that she didn’t have someone already waiting for her. The last months he was always thinking of her. Nonstop, rewinding the moment they met the first time. It was magical. He wanted to be that person. He changed for good thanks to her.

Steve never leaved her side. He started to hold her hand, hugged her every time he had chance to, and giving her kisses on her forehead and cheeks.

The first movements were taken by surprise, then she started to do them herself. It was what they both needed, and they knew it. But they didn’t want to admit.

And Robin was the witness of the love blooming between her best friends. She didn’t feel awkward being in the same space as them giving love affection displays. She felt happy and peace at the same time. After the mess they lived, seeing some love was comforting. She even approached Steve on their way to Y/N for the weekly sleepover.

“So… you and Y/N….” Said Robin giving him a side smirk.

“What do you mean me and Y/N?” Steve replied, faking not knowing what she was talked about. But smiling anyways.

“You had been really touchy these days… you know…” She said while smiling.

“I can hold your hand or give you hugs if you want to…” Steve proposed.

“What a about my forehead kisses…” She told him while making a pout with her lips.

“I mean… if you want to…” He said while holding her hand.

“You know what I mean Dingus.” Robin said to him while holding him tighter than normal, it was just a tease.

“I really don’t know what you mean Robin.” Steve took the steering wheel and focusing again on the road.

“You know what I mean, and I really hope you can tell her how you feel.” She said while looking at the road. “The way you look at each other, even gives me butterflies in my tummy.” She smiled.

“The way we look at each other?” Steve asked. “She looks me at a specific way?” He questioned his best friend.

“I mean, she looks at you a different than the way she looks to other boys.” Robin said. “I mean, even her eyes get this little sparkling every time you are mentioned or when you got near her.” She finished with a dreamy voice. “I think you are a perfect match, Steve. And I mean it.”

“You think so?” Steve was getting interested in the suppositions that Robin was implying. “I just can’t resist think about her all day long.” He let out a big sight.

“Yeah. I mean. You just told me you are madly, deeply, truly in love with her.” She teased.

“I didn’t say that.” He laughs.

“You should tell her. I really think she feels the same way as you. She has this big smile every time you are around.”

“Probably because I’m her best friend.” He stated.

“We are also best friends, and we don’t smile like idiots every time we see each other.” She spoke. And that was… true…

“So… you are no happy when we are together Buckley? You are hurting my ego.” Steve tried to change the topic, not that he wasn’t ashamed of anything, but it felt strange to finally talk about this outload with the mutual best friend.

“Oh! Come one! I know you love me, and you know I love you! And we both know we don’t love each other the same way you love each other. We are more like siblings that fight, but we love.” She told him.

“You love me, Robin?” Said Steve while holding again her hand.

“Don’t change the subject Steve Harrington. You deserve to be happy; you are really a nice dude.”

“I have been trying to be a nice dude, since I meet her.” Steve

Robin just smiled. “You see… you should stop playing around and give it a shot.” She finished. “Now, we are going to have a good sleepover, like always. And I will allow you two to be the stupid lovebirds you always are. While looking in the background. Always the viewer, never the protagonist.” She said faking hurt.

“Robin!” Steve told her while parking his car outside Y/N’s house.

———

The calamity started again.

Dustin and Max had the magnificent idea of involving them once again, by going to Family Video searching info for his weirdo friend.

Apparently, Eddie Munson was a good guy a bit the Freak everyone thought.

Now they were trying to help and clean up his name. At the end, he was a dope guys.

Steve made the stupid decision of being the one to investigate through the water gate.

The first person to reach him, her of course. The one that cut her clothes to stop the blood flow result of the demo bats attacks and quick curations of his wounds.

Then Nancy took her place. Apparently, he was relevant to her once again. Not that it mattered to him, but it was unusual the sudden interest she put on him.

After being ignored and almost banished from her life, least in these life treating situations, they didn’t talk. Maybe small a hellos and goodbyes while being with the kids. But nothing more.

Probably she wanted to be friends again and emend the past.

———

After taking the camper of Eddie’s neighbors, he could see his friends a stack of kids. “Free from Danger”, at least for a minute, he couldn’t help but focus a peek to Robin, Eddie and his girl, that was braiding Max’s hair, while they all talked with Dustin and Lucas.

Now she was his girl, probably he hadn’t told her that just yet. But he believed she already knew. Or at least he took it by granted.

He looked the way she took care of his kids. It was natural. He couldn’t avoid starting daydreaming, once again a life with her.

“What are you thinking Steve?” Asked Nancy, she was sitting as the co-driver.

“It’s silly, but I… I’ve actually...” said Steve looking at the road while giving a small gaze to Nancy. “I always have this dream that I’d have this really… really big family. A full brood of Harringtons.” He told her while daydreaming. “Maybe five, or six kids.”

“Six!?” Said Nancy surprised.

“Yeah, Six little nuggets. Probably three girls and three boys.” He said while a smile was growing through his face. “I would buy a van like this one, pack our stuff and travel around the country.” He daydreamed. “Going to parks, spend the night at the beach…” he ended.

“That sounds nice, Steve.” Nancy complimenting his dream. “Except for the six kids…” she said while giving him a smirk. “That sounds like a lot of work, even a nightmare.”

“It’s not like a had no practice on protecting kids.” Steve said looking back to the road.

After finally saying out loud his dream life. He could only dream of that, with no other one than Y/N. Maybe it makes it feel real to someday have peace in his life with the person he loved the most. His heart was beating faster than ever, he never though that finally saying it, he was feeling free and happy, even when the devastation around the corner.

———

“Hey there.” Said Y/N approaching him, taking a seat next to him, while holding his hand. “How are you feeling Steve?” She asked him.

“Everything’s fine Sparks, how about you?” Steve holds her hand tight.

“I’m fine, if you can say that.” She told him while smiling a little bit. “Whenever you are ready, I can take a look into your injuries, you know… before going back again.”

“You want to see me shirtless Sparks?” Said Steve with a smirk on his face.

“Shut it Steve.” She spoke. “I have seen you shirtless countless of times.” He could feel her sweat through their hands. “Or maybe you want Nancy to check you out… you know… to have a romance revival.” She said in a low voice.

“What?” Steve asked surprised. “I don’t want a revival of anything… at least not with Nance.” He said to her while holding both hands. “Why would you think that?”

“Well… I saw you talking really close on the Upside Down…” she said with a low gaze.

“I mean, yes. I was worried. We almost die down there. But she is a friend. I swear Sparks.” He told her, trying to look through her eyes.

“You don’t have to swear anything to me Steve. Robin also told she overheard you talk about your dream of Dad of the year… why haven’t you told us about it, Steve?” She said with a small smile. “I mean, you don’t need to tell us everything, especially your romantic goals. But for a fact, I know you will be an amazing dad, Steve.” She finally looked directly to him. “You are caring person, a protector, and the way to treat your kids… I really mean it; you will be the best dad.” She said while giving him a small peek on his cheek.

“I didn’t tell you, because I have been drafting the way to tell you, my dream. I know by a fact you would never tease me about it. But Robin… Oh Man. She would never stop.” He said smiling. “But she would be a nice godmother to my kids, tho.” He ended.

“And what about me? You don’t want me as a godmother? We could be a trend. Two godmothers instead of a married couple.” She told him, while looking in disbelief by not including her in his plans.

With everything that had happened, it was now or never.

“I don’t want you as a godmother, as want you as the mot…”

“Steve! Let’s finish the weapons!” Said Robin approaching them. “Now that we are together more hands, the better.”

“We will continue this conversation later Steve.” Said Y/N, giving him one last warm smile, while stopping holding hands. “You are right. Give me that Robs.”

And he couldn’t tell her.

“I will beat your ass if you tried to tell her about your feelings in this situation. We need to plan something amazing when you tell her. Did you hear me?” Robin whispered to him.

“Ok Robs.” He said smiling back to her. “Let’s work this.”

———

“Listen, it may sound really stupid, but thank you.” Steve said taking Nancy hand while they walk through the veins of the ground on their way to Creel House.

“Thank me?” Said Nancy while looking to their hands together. “Why for?”

“For giving my head the biggest thump of my life, you know? Two years ago. I really needed it. It really changed my life.” He said with a smirk on his face.

“You have changed a lot Steve. I started wondering, if we waited some more time, it would’ve work.” Nancy told him, with a smile.

“Remember the dream I told you about?” Steve said while helping her walk.

“About your dream family?” She asked.

“Yeah. It’s all true. Every last word. But I left one part out. I think the most important.” He said while looking to his best friends helping each other through the veins. “Thanks to you, I found the one.” He said while pointing their hands to Robin and her. “So… thanks a lot for giving me a reality check, to becoming a better person Nance. You also deserve to be happy. And I hope we can be friends again. I really want you back in my life. Let’s make it work out.” He told her with a sincere smile.

Probably wasn’t what Nancy expected, but she took it by heart.

“Of course, we can work it out, Steve.” She said while looking to their hands. “I’m happy you settle down. And I can see that she really helped you find happiness.” She said, while smiling to their new friends. “I wished I could meet them before these tragedies. We could have been an amazing Girl Team.” She said, remembering the good memories they had these couple days.

“You can still be a Girl Team. They are my best friends. You may see me around when you have girls’ nights. But you are welcome, anytime you want.” Steve said. “Now, let’s kill that asshole.”

———

Once again, they were alive. They found a way to return Eddie to the normal world, between Y/N and Nancy were available to clean a make basic curation to wounds.

Some dudes, friends of El found them to finally help Eddie, so could get treatment from his injuries and find a way to clean up his name.

Steve took Robin inside his arms, she used to get nervous after these situations.

“Can you see? I’m giving you the hugs you were dying for.” He teased her.

“Shut it Harrington.” She answered her. “Thank you, Steve.” She finally returns the hug as hard as possible.

“Ouch. Be careful Robs.” He complains in low voice.

“I’m so sorry Steve.” She said haltingly, while looking up to him, letting go a little. “Never do anything as stupid as that ever again.”

“Thanks for being there Robs.” He said looking back to her.

———

Steve made sure every single kid was safe and sound at their respective homes.

Max will be staying with El and Hopper. Eddie will be at hospital surrounded by security, only if some crazy people dare to dare his life, they will be taking turns to check him out. Steve found another good friend to his small friend group.

As always, his house was alone.

But this time he wasn’t.

Y/N’s wanted to make sure he would be safe, so she invited him home, her parents already knew and support the idea of not being let alone after the “earthquake” that destroyed their town.

They were finally washed, dressed up in pajamas and ready to take some sleep.

This time, Steve was sleeping on a mattress that was on her bedroom floor.

Steve was holding her hand tight from under the bed.

Seconds, minutes and even hours passed, and they couldn’t sleep.

The only noise in that room, were their breathes. She turned around, looked at him directly to his eyes and with her free hand, she strokes his cheek.

“You need some sleep, Steve.” She said in a low and tired voice. “I’m here if anything happens.”

“Remember about my dream?” He said whispering. “I didn’t finish telling you.”

“We don’t need to talk about right now.” She replied. “I don’t want you to tell me why I’m not going to be godmother of your children.” She said joking.

It was time.

“It’s because I want you to be the mother.” He said in a rush, looking to the starry fluorescent ceiling.

“I know.” She answered while a grin grows on her face.

“You know?” He said in disbelief, with big eyes.

“I mean, Robin and I’ve been talking about it, a lot for a while.” Y/N told him.

“Really?” He couldn’t believe it. “Since when?”

“Since she brang up the topic, when we started to work on Scoops Ahoy, before we became friends.” She revealed.

“Since then? How could Robin didn’t tell me anything.”

“Because she is an amazing spy.” She confessed. “Don’t think of her as gossipy. But she gave me some advice and a really… really… really long talk about how you and I could be power couple.” She told him. “I hope you know I really care about you. And I’m really grateful with universe for making us collide in this life.” She finished while getting outside her bed, joining him to the mattress and hugging him close. Steve felt his face really warm. “Are you blushing? Steve Harrington couldn’t take some nice words from his best friend. That was all it takes to make Steve Harrington nervous and flush?” She started to tease him.

He took her head gentle between his hands and pull her closer as he could.

“What are you doing?” She said looking at him.

“Shhh.” He murmurs.

He just could do one thing.

He kisses her.

Soft and tender. His body enters in combustion. He felt fireworks exploding inside his heart when the kiss was reciprocated. Nothing rush. Just slow and full of love.

Steve could not ask for anything more.

“I was enchanted to meet you.” He whispers to her, while holding her as close as ever.

✨ ✨ ✨

Autor’s Note: I was listening “Enchanted” by Taylor Swift from “Speak Now” Album (unfortunately, she hasn’t release her Taylor Swift Version). I have been a Swiftie from early 2007, so you can imagine how old I am. And all I could think was Steve Harrington having a happy life.

Steve Harrington it’s my favorite character of Stranger Things, and personally it sucks they can’t give him some happiness in his life. So, I wanted him to feel loved, the same way we all love him. YOU GO STEVE HARRINGTON!

If you had any recommendations, they are well received.

Also, please be honest if you like it or nah. Any comment will help for future personal writing skills. And if you see any misspelling, I’m sorry, I already reread it several times, and English it’s not my first language, but I had been learning from a very young age. Every day we can learn something new about a foreign language. Please don’t mind on telling me to correct anything.

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Some Steddie fans are annoying as f*ck. Listen, I have never liked Eddie... And to be honest, I kind of hated the character because he made no sense to me (F*ck the Duffer Bros' poor writing skills) BUT I have never bullied anyone from Eddie's fandom, have never talked sh!t to anyone who actually enjoys the character, have never made him part of my stories (not even as a bad guy because I am not interested in him) or cringed when people decided to make him part of the Harringrove dynamics (as in the three of them dating). I can also admit some fan work is ABSOLUTELY AMAZING because some people are really talented in what they do whether it be Eddie himself, Steddie, Mungrove, whatever the name it is for the three of them dating, etc. Etc. --- it F*CKING pains me those radical Steddie fans and the annoying part of the Eddie community cannot do the same for us. I'm a Steve Harrington fan, Ally to The Billy Hargrove and Harringrove Community and IT IS FREAKING EXHAUSTING whenever I want to see Steve solos and all I find is Steddie and Steddie shippers sh!tting on Harringrove or Billy Hargrove. Like... What the actual f*ck is their problem? Why do they want to force us into liking something we clearly don't like or don't want to be a part of? They are big time bullies and it takes all fight in me not to call them out on their bs. I seriously am getting so goddamn fed-up with all this so here I am gonna spit some facts 1. BILLY HARGROVE DID NOT DESERVE TO DIE, HE DESERVED TO LIVE AND BREAK THE FREAKING CYCLE OF ABUSE HIS BS DAD PLANTED ON HIM. 2. EDDIE BEING MAX'S BROTHER IS FCKING BS, IT MAKES NO SENSE AT ALL. 3. NOT LIKING STEDDIE DOES NOT MAKE ME FREAKING HOMOPHOBIC YOU F'ING IDIOT, I'M BI MYSELF. 4. NOT ALL OF THE STEVE HARRINGTON FANDOM LIKES STEDDIE SO PLEASE STOP TAGGING STEDDIE LIKE MANIACS. 5. HARRINGROVE IS MORE INTERESTING THAN STEDDIE. 6. STEVE DIDN'T LIKE EDDIE, HE SIMPLY TOLERATED HIM. 7. I'M PRETTY SURE JOE KEERY WANTED HARRINGROVE SO F*CKING S*CK IT. 8. STOP MAKING BILLY THE VILLAIN IN ALL YOUR STORIES, YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN THE DUFFER BROS... okay, that's all, thank you for reading. Good day.

The “You’re homophobic if you don’t ship St/Eddie” always takes me out.

I love Harringroveson, which makes everything anti Billy harder to avoid. A lot of Harringroveson is cross tagged with St/Eddie. My dislike of St/Eddie is 100% the fandom’s fault, because I had absolutely no problem with it until the fandom made it everyone else’s problem with the horrible comments they make about Billy, the fact there’s fanart of Eddie and Max flipping off Billy’s grave, the fact that they spammed AO3 just to surpass Harringrove - a fandom that has dedicated years to writing quality works - because they were mad that it was so popular, the way they literally put Steve and Eddie on a pedestal, etc. The Steve and Eddie that these specific types of St/Eddie shippers ship… I don’t know them. I don’t know their Steve or their Eddie or their Billy. When your enjoyment of characters and shipping comes from malicious intent and a sense of superiority, of course everyone is going to think you’re annoying and your works suck. This is no different from the fandom eras where people regularly wrote and drew fanworks for character bashing purposes, except now people think it’s morally justified to do so.

And I know quite a few St/Eddie fans who are just as sick of this as we are.

#fandom wank #asks

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Why do you ship Mileven?

(This was chilling in my drafts, and I just realized that I never posted it lmfao).

Oh my! Well, that’s quite a question. I guess I can boil it down to this, for my TL;DR folks: I ship mileven because it makes me happy. Let me explain. I’ll try to keep things concise. This is my opinion, and how I read scenes, so please keep all of this in mind. More under the cut!

I find their relationship to be one of the most realistic portrayals I’ve ever seen in media. So many shows and movies get two characters together, show only the happy moments, break them up over a stupid misunderstanding, and then they get back together after a grand gesture, without addressing the reason they broke up in the first place. It’s standard, it’s cute (sometimes), but it’s fairly shallow. It works in things like romantic comedies, when we don’t have a lot of time to really get to know everything about their dynamic, but it leaves me wondering, “Do these characters even work well together?”

With Mike and El, there’s no question about it. We see it from the very start. Mike is compassionate and selfless, albeit a bit closed-off with his feelings, while El is courageous and loyal, but deeply insecure about her self-worth. They both value honesty, and they have a strong need to protect the ones they love through any means necessary. El loves Mike’s nerdy side, while Mike loves El’s boundless curiosity. The few times we see her genuinely laugh are when Mike is being a goofball, and Mike has never made her feel stupid for asking about a common topic.

However, the Duffer Brothers aren’t afraid to show that relationships take work. It’s not all fun and games. One way or another, the “honeymoon phase” will come to an end. When we’ve seen cracks in Mike and El’s relationship, they’ve been real problems. Not some stupid misunderstanding that could be solved with a quick explanation and a little trust between partners.

Mike lies to El (per Hopper’s threatening insistence), so that he can continue dating her, otherwise Hopper will force them to separate permanently. El knows from the start something is off. She’s doesn’t blindly believe him. She trusts him, but she’s afraid something bad is going on. When she finally confronts him outside the mall, you discover it’s not about the lie itself, but why he did it. She wants an explanation of the circumstances that lead up to the lie. He eventually explains, but now this issue has shed light on another, much more pressing concern. They are spending way too much time together, and it’s not helpful for El’s personal growth. This was the original problem that Hopper tried to rectify, but he went about it entirely the wrong way. Max attempts to advise El on solutions, and while it helps her gain confidence, Mike and El both still desire a reconciliation of some sort.

In the end, because Mike and El have a solid foundation built on trust and understanding, only they can fix the cracks and repair the damage. Mike fully apologizes for keeping her sheltered, and he vows to be a better partner. It’s a great way of showing how problems don’t need to be the end of a relationship, as long as both parties love and care enough about each other to recognize their faults and make appropriate changes. It’s not about changing who a person is at their core, but rather knowing how best to treat a partner so that they feel supported and loved beyond a shadow of a doubt. And it’s important that Mike and El are the ones fixing the problem through their words and actions, and not a third party messenger running between them.

It’s also wonderful to see a character like El find another person who loves her unconditionally. El has long since accepted who she is and what she can do, so much of her conflict centers around if she’s worthy of external love and acceptance. She’s spent her whole life searching for it, and the closest she got was her mother. However, because Terry is basically catatonic, there’s no way for El to nurture that bond. In walks Mike Wheeler, and suddenly she feels like a person, not a weapon. He sees her as she is and loves her for it. She doesn’t need to hide any part of herself, good or bad.

As for Mike, he struggles with opening up and expressing his feelings. He’s honest, but only to a point. El challenges his comfort zone and guides him to a more open state of being. “Friends don’t lie” is the driving force behind their relationship. They make each other better, at the end of the day.

I could go on, but I feel like this is long enough already. Let me know if you want me to expand on any of these points.

#my post #stranger things #mileven #mike wheeler #netflix #eleven #jane hopper #el hopper #asks #anon

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strangerfigs · 2 years

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I really hope we get some Will and Lucas friendship in vol 2. Their friendship is so sweet. I love that Lucas tries to apologize to Will again during the Sauna Test episode, and that in the Pilot, Mike calls Lucas first, planting the seed that they go search for Will, and Lucas is fully on board with the idea, while Dustin comes along but is freaked out. I love the little laughs they share, and how they mutually bond over Mike’s ridiculousness, how Will comes to Lucas’ aid during the ghost busters fight, telling Mike that he was pretty sure Lucas didn’t agree to be whoever, I forgot the name, sue me, and how Will tried to extinguish the fight between them. How Will laughs when Lucas makes fun of him and Lucas says, “Will thinks it’s funny,” and Will confirms it. Them searching for a bowl in season 3 at Melvald’s and finding the fireworks together. Lucas giving Will less of a hard time when he wakes them up for D&D and instead just asking “can I shower first?” Like, I love to think that while Dustin is at camp, Max, Lucas and Will all hangout, and yeah, sometimes Lucas will wrap an arm around her or they’ll do something couple-y that Will thinks is gross, but they never make him feel like a third-wheel. <3

Like, I swear to you, if we find out that Lucas (and/or Dustin) didn’t keep in touch with Will, I will be so angry and sad (at the Duffer Brothers). Like, no. Will would be super supportive of Lucas playing basketball - he would tell him that he’s been into some new stuff, too - painting. Like, I’ll go mad if Lucas and Dustin don’t crush him with a hug when they see him, I really will. They cried when he left, they did! And then Dustin bringing Will up <3 like I totally see him bringing him up during Hellfire Club, too, and Mike just like, holding his breath, waiting for someone to bring him up because he doesn’t know what’s appropriate in regard to mentioning him.

I love Will and Dustin’s moment of friendship in season 1 when Dustin asks him to race, and Will just goes soaring, and Dustin knows he already lost, calling after him.

🥺🥺🥺 just please give me this, like I need to know that Dustin and Lucas remained close, like I need to know that Mike was the only one who failed to stay in touch - please.

And it would also be cool to know about the whole Hell Fire thing. I want to know if Will knows about it, if because Dustin wasn’t at guilty last summer for not playing with him, Dustin discusses it freely, and Will smiles, genuinely happy that they are playing again, but just a little hurt that Mike never spoke to him about it, or at all.

Like is this too much to ask? I don't think so. I demand it.

#stranger things #Will Byers #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #byler #mike wheeler

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harringtonstilinski · 1 year

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers ; Teaser

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 178 Warnings: none A/N: Hi, friends! It’s been a while, and I know I’ve left you hanging and I’m incredibly sorry about it. For it being Steve’s birthday, I decided to give y’all a teaser for Chapter One of ATB. I hope this makes y’all excited for this series. If you are, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

“I really hope you’re being careful with her,” I said. “She doesn’t need to have the reputation like all of your other cohorts. She isn’t like that.”

“Liv, I’m not–”

“You better not be. Don’t forget, I know where you sleep.”

He smiled a little, knowing I was right. I guess he decided to have some weird lame-ass comeback ‘cause he said, “Clothes get a little darker there, Henderson?”

When he looked over my head, I realized why he said that. Tommy H. and Carol.

“Yeah, well, I’d rather dress in dark clothing than dress like the ultimate geek,” I said. Turning to face Tommy H and Carol, I really didn’t want to waste my breath on them, so I just rolled my eyes and walked away.

“That’s right,” Carol said. “Walk away.”

Turning to walk backwards, I said, “Hey, Carol. Why don’t you stop being a bitch? Maybe then you wouldn’t have to beg for friendships from people that dress like nerds.” I walked straight to class, not thinking about them for the rest of the morning.

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A/N 2: hi, friends! i hope y’all liked this, and it got y’all excited for always the babysitter. i’m working as hard as i can on it. again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Note: i know that some of y’all are waiting to see your requests, and i promise i’ll get to them. the writer’s block hit really bad with them. atb is the only thing i have motivation to write for at the moment. once i receive my ged, i’ll have more time to sit down and write them.

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If you’re tagged and didn’t want to be, please let me know.

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Posted on April 29, 2023 *Happy Birthday, Steve Harrington!*

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buck-yyyy · 1 year

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hey @ duffer brothers i have an idea to give you, free of charge

so you take this post

and you have a shot of mike fighting with his crowbar (i’ve decided he would have a crowbar, because why not) as this lyric plays in the background

AND THEN (and this is the good part)

he glances over briefly, and it cuts to will, fighting with. well. whatever, because i don’t like the idea of him with a gun but also i can’t think of anything else he would use

right as this lyric plays, and will then glances over, and we get a short shot of them both in frame, locking eyes (SHARED LOOKS) before turning back to the fight and fighting even harder

anyways duffers yes hi hello you should do this please and thank you

#stranger things #byler #will byers #mike wheeler

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fbfh · 2 years

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steve x reader x eddie hcs

wc: 1k

warnings: one mention of harringrove being "grossly sexual", brief making out, dustin has the brain cell as always

a/n: I just watched st4 vol2 and I DON'T LIKE THIS!!!!!!! CHRISSY WAKE UP!!!!!! also I started writing this after vol1 was released and it was before steddie was accepted as the ship name which is why steveddie comes up (which is terrible) anyway yeah love these boys love their dynamic going to fight the duffer brothers on sight /j

tags @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @Sad-brunnettee @ilikemypolarbear @lubsana @cowboylikekelsey @Ronnasey @the-snake-pit @inqueee

Ooooh girl

You thought harringrove was competitive??

Which like

They are

But harringrove is competitive in a very grossly sexual way

Their arguing is just sexual tension yk

But steddie????

(btw are we decided on that as the ship name bc I REFUSE to call them “steveddie” 🤢🤢🤢)

(it’s giving stevonnie but rancid??? Don’t like it)

Anyway Steve and Eddie kind of actually hate each other at first??

They have VERY clashing aesthetics

Even just their music

Steve can sing along to pretty much any pop song on the radio

Eddie has all of Iron Maiden's discography memorized

And they scoff at each other’s music taste every time

They get none of each others references

Which is especially bad for Steve because every time he misses one of Eddie’s nerd references Eddie’s like “I told you this guy has NO taste why are you letting him hang around??” in a way that makes you laugh and makes Steve a little pissy

Steddie are competitive because Eddie is very dramatic and always doing the most, and Steve is like “I can do that too, okay”

Steve won’t hesitate to roast Eddie a little either

“Yeah, well, at least I have better hair”

“...low fucking blow man”

Yeah Steve is competitive and Eddie is dramatic and NEITHER of them can back down from a challenge

You are the one piece of overlap holding them together

Over time they start grow fond of each other

Which starts with calling a truce over their shared affection for you

They’re watching you do something cute

Maybe you fell asleep on both of them, maybe you just did something really cute and on brand for you, maybe you’re helping Dustin with girl problems

But they’re both just staring at you, their love obvious to anyone in the room

Including each other

They both kind of realize hey this guy likes you as much as I do

There’s a shared comfort that you have more than one person to take good care of you and love you like you deserve to be loved

They know you’ll never be lonely, you’ll always have someone there with you

So when Steve sees Eddie with his arm around you at his basketball games

Or when Eddie sees you and Steve giggling and talking a little too close while he’s setting up a dnd meeting

It now brings a sense of comfort

You’re getting everything you need, all the time

And jesus fucking christ these boys are SUCH loyal bastards

So duh they’ll do whatever they need to to make sure you’re good

To make sure you’re being kissed and cuddled and smiling

That you always have a hand to hold and someone to help you check items off the shopping list

You really are the glue that held them together

And now they’re held together by their love for you and respect for each other

You’re probably going to have to remind Steve that he’s cool too

He won’t admit it but boy’s self esteem has PLUMMETED over the past few years

Sometimes he’ll go on these not so secretly self deprecating rants about how EvErYbOdY LoVeS a BaD bOy while he tidies up, dish towel tossed over his shoulder

And of course he’s not cool, he’s the babysitter who wore a sailor suit for an entire summer

PLEASE tell him you think he’s cool AND hot

And wink at him when you tell him you have a thing for babysitters

[cue making out noises]

And EDDIE????? Dear god

He has to stand next to Steve “the hair” Harrington aka the king of Hawkins High and not feel insecure?????

Yeah right

So you sit on his lap and twirl his hair and tell him how unique and hot he is

And trace his tattoos while you talk too

[cue more making out noises]

Once they finally eventually get on the same page????

All three of you are co parenting dustin

Whenever Steve and Eddie get on his nerves you just hear him yell your name from the other room

You enter with a sigh and before you can ask what’s wrong everyone’s yelling over each other

And Dustin is like “THEY’RE BEING DICKHEADS”

You get them to calm down

Which doesn’t take much effort, you have a magnetic comforting presence and they all love being around you

And have him explain what’s going on

“...yeah guys that’s kind of dickheadish”

And later at night when you’re all cuddled up on the couch

You’re sandwiched between them watching the movies Steve brought back from family video

Your head is on Eddie’s shoulder, cheek smushed against the soft, worn denim of his vest

You’re holding Steve’s arm, fingers intertwined

You’re not asleep

Not yet, not really

But you’re drowsy

You feel them work together to tuck a blanket over you without moving you or waking you up

You hear their quiet conversation under their breath about how great you are, how much they love you

That silent agreement to always keep you safe and happy and loved strengthens their bond in moments like this

Bonding over you

You’re not asleep yet, but you know you could be

You could let yourself fall asleep like this, squished up between their warm bodies and muscles while risky business or ferris bueller's day off plays in front of you, illuminating you in the flickering light of the screen

And you would sleep so well

So deep and peacefully knowing you have your Stevie and your dungeon master there to take care of you

Just like they always have and always will

#stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things poly #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington headcanon #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #steddie #steddie x reader #steddie headcanon #steve x reader x eddie #eddie x reader x steve

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