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hwknshellfire · 2 years

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damaged goods - steve harrington x reader

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: you ask out a boy in your class and it ends badly so you turn to steve, your best friend, for comfort

length: 1.5k

warnings: slight slut shaming, very liiight mention of sex, fluff

a.n: i hate endings so i'm sorrY. pls send along reuests! there are no volume 2 spoilers in this post!

Damaged goods.

The words echoed around your brain, making you wince with every step you took to walk out of Hawkins High. Their laughs still sounded behind you and you heard them even as the doors swung shut, though you think that’s just your mind playing cruel tricks on you. Tears stung your eyes and you brushed them from your cheeks with the back of your hand, letting your hair cover your face as it burned with shame.

No one was looking at you, but you felt like the whole world was staring at you as you left the school property, ignoring the calls of your younger friends as you surged past. You’d catch up with them later, maybe, if you could look them in the eye.

You couldn’t go home straight away, because then your parents would hound you with questions about school and you couldn’t lie to them. They’d pester and pester until you eventually cracked and you couldn’t handle them knowing what they’d said.

No, there was only one place you knew you could go, only one person you could talk to right now - Steve Harrington.

You stopped at the nearest bus stop and tried to sort yourself, taking deep breaths and wiping your face again. The autumn air rustled your hair and cooled your cheeks down a bit and by the time you got on the bus, you felt significantly better. Or at least, you told yourself you did.

It started as a horrible joke. One of the girls in your chemistry class found out you had a mild crush on George, your other classmates. It was a silly crush, but he had been the first person you had even looked at since Billy. Billy, who had been awful to everyone but you, who had been a popular jerk to anyone else but you. He had been sweet with you and shamelessly in love for the summer you had spent together and even though you knew his reputation, you trusted him with everything. Everything.

But then the summer ended with a colossal crash in the Starcourt Mall, battling the Mind Flayer with your gang and watching Billy die right in front of your eyes. True, by that point you had drifted apart, being busy with cracking the Russian’s code with Steve and Robin, your best friends, and Billy had been Flayed, which you didn’t realise until late.

It felt like another cruel joke of life to make you fall in love, drift apart, then kill Billy right in front of you. And it had taken you awhile to move on, relying heavily on Steve to bring you back to life. He had been your friend since childhood and he had disapproved of your relationship with Billy at first, the pair of them almost instant enemies, but Steve put up with Billy for you. He would do anything for you.

And when you finally felt better as school started, even without Steve in school to help you, you saw George across the classroom. He was different from Billy and maybe that’s what attracted you to him. He wasn’t quite as smart as you, but his dark hair fell in his eyes in a nice way and he dressed normally. That was the thing about him - he was normal.

And the girl next to you had noticed your staring and convinced you to go for it. You thought she was being nice.

The bus came to a stop by Family Video and you thanked the bus driver before hopping off. You entered the store and found Robin behind the counter, rearranging the counter. Her head lifted and she beamed at the sight of you. “Hey, Y/N!”

“Hey,” you replied half-heartedly, forcing a smile the best you could.

Robin cocked her head and frowned. “Something’s wrong.”

Your shoulders sagged as you leaned against the front counter. “That obvious, huh?”

“Y/N, I can read you like a book. Granted a very easy to read book, like one of those kids picture books where all the sentences rhyme. But it still counts as reading. What I mean is, it’s easy to read you.” Your friend’s rambling tugged a very small smile onto your face. Robin looked at you expectantly. “So. What is it?”

Your mouth twisted.

Damaged goods.

You swallowed hard. “Is Steve around?” You croaked out.

Robin’s eyes widened slightly. “Damn, it’s one of those problems?” You nodded. “ He’s in the stockroom. Walk right in, you know the way.”

You gave your friend an appreciative nod and moved round to the back of the store and knocked on the ajar stockroom door, where you could see Steve’s familiar figure kneeling on the floor, organising various videos. “Robin, I told you I have to get this done before Keith—”

“It’s me,” you interrupted Steve and he stopped talking, turning around to see you standing in front of him, playing with your nails the way you did when you were upset.

He frowned and stood up, brushing down his dusty jeans. “Y/N, I didn’t know you were coming here today.” He inspected your face and took it all in: the chewed lip, the red eyes, the tear marks in your makeup. You’d definitely been crying. With a quick glance over your shoulder to check Keith wasn’t around, he grabbed your hands and pulled you into the stockroom and turned you both around until your back was to the shelves. He closed the door and faced you.

It was a small stockroom and with the pair of you inside it as well as the mass of boxes, there was hardly room to breath. An exposed bulb swung on a wire just inches above Steve’s hair and dark shadows still cast down upon both of your faces.

Being this close to Steve made you nervous. It made you forget all about George when you really took in his face. He was a beautiful man, you would never deny that. And once upon a time, you thought maybe you’d be together one day. But then he had fallen for Nancy and that ended badly and you had fallen for Billy which also ended badly. Both times you had pulled each other out of the darkness and it had brought you closer than ever. But this physical closeness, close enough that you could feel his soft breath on your face, this made you almost nauseous.

“Spill,” he said gently.

You voice broke as you closed your eyes and whispered, “Do you think I’m damaged goods?” You heard his sharp intake of breath and your eyes opened, but you couldn’t look at him. You kept your eyes trained on the floor.

“Who said that?” he asked, his voice clipped. Angry.

You sniffed as you remembered. “George Casey and his friends,” you told him. “One of his group found out I had a bit of a crush on him and told me to ask him out and I decided, hey, why not go for it? It’s been months since…well, you know. And I thought I could try maybe going on one date and it wouldn’t mean anything. But…But it didn’t go well. I thought he was nice. He always seemed nice. And I couldn’t see his friends so when I asked him out at the end of school, I thought it would just be him.”

You paused as the tears fell freely again and you shook your head. “But then all his friends heard and started laughing at me. And he said—He said—”

“He said what, Y/N?”

“He said he would never date someone like me. Not Billy’s leftovers. He said he had no interest in damaged goods.” Shame burned your cheeks once more and you squeezed your eyes shut.

You heard Steve breathing deeply before his hand touched your chin gently and lifted your face to look at his. His eyes were soft and full of worry and his brows were furrowed. “Listen to me, Y/N. You are not damaged goods. What happened with Billy was your private life and the fact that George Casey and those assholes would even slut shame you is ridiculous. And why is it always the girl that gets shamed, too? Billy was terrible for it and yet you’re apparently the damaged one.” He huffed and you couldn’t help but smile. “But I’m serious, Y/N, you could never be damaged because of who you love. You’re the best person I know and any guy…any guy would be lucky to be loved by you. Lucky to love you.”

Something about the way he said it made your insides twist and you chewed on your lip as you looked at him. His eyes glanced at your lips then darted away again and that split second was all you needed to finally know. Those long hidden feelings from years ago, that tiny crush once upon a time, bloomed again in your chest and from the way Steve was looking at you, you knew he felt it too.

“Steve…” you mumbled, cupping his face. “I don’t deserve you.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “That’s a lie and you know it.” He paused and looked at your mouth again. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

“Are you sure you want to be associated with ‘damaged goods’?” you asked teasingly and he laughed and pulled you into him.

“If it means getting to kiss you, Y/N, then anytime.”

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#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove imagine #steve harrington imagine #hkwnshellfire #stranger things volume 2 #joseph quinn #dacre montgomery #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x yn #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x yn

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orangevtae · 2 years

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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy [S.Harrington x Henderson!Reader]

Summary: Hawkins, 1984.

After the events of the last year fighting against a Demogorgon and the Upside Down, you and your brother Dustin Henderson got into trouble after rescuing an strange slug form your trash on the Halloween's night and Steve Harrington, his strange new friendship, ends up in the middle of all the mess you and your brother made and his presence brings back an old time crush that you thought it was long forgotten.

The story sets after the first season and during the second.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, Platonic!Dustin Henderson x Reader, Platonic!Jonathan Byers x Reader and Billy Hargrove x Reader (but only if you really squint cause reader actually hates him)

A/N: reader is described by having female anatomy and uses she/her pronouns

Warnings: Described violence, major character death, some blood (cause you know, Stranger Things), Billy Hargrove being a douche (?)

Prologue:

You love October.

Mostly for the fact that october meant Halloween and Autumn, the change between summer and winter being shown on the tree leaves, and it was cold in Hawkins as you were getting ready to go to school with Dustin, your brother.

"C'mon Y/N/N, we gonna get late! " Dustin shouted at you

"A halloween costume?" Dustin replied.

"Coming!" You fastly put the last of the books on your backpack and headed outside of your room "The hell you wearing?"

"Didn't knew that they were gonna do it this year again, you sure that it's not a prank?" you said unsure to him

"How so?" he asked the same way

"I don't know Dustin, children your age are shitty sometimes" you shrugged stating the obvious

"Y/N!" your mom shouted at your choice of languge

"Sorry mom!" you said to her

"You look great Dusty, you really outdid yourself!" you said impressed

Dustin was wearing a Ghost Busters costume, nerdy thing, as you like to call it but you smiled softly at the way he turned in front of you to show the full costume "But hey...what do you think?"

"Thanks" he said proudly

"Is the rest of the Party going like that too?" you asked him referring to Mike, Will and Lucas

"Yes! We got it all done and wanted to go like on the movie" he showed you the ghost trap he created

You take a step back to give plenty of room for your mother to take pictures of Dustin, you smiled looking at the scene.

"Awesome" you say happily to him

"Let me take a photo Dusty!" your mom said arriving back on the living room.

You were grateful that he and The Party were gave a chance to live a normal life since last years events with the Upside Down thing, with the miss and founding of Will and the loss of Eleven, they deserved a chance to be kids again while they could. Things were tripy because of that, you grown up watching over Dustin and his friends and even being considered one of them, the "only girl that is cool and is allowed" as Mike used to say (before Eleven of course) so Will's desapearence had a toll on you too and before you were even involved with everything, you were there for Joyce and Jonathan. Jonathan has been your best friend since you and your family moved to Hawkins so it was only that you had to be there for him as well, before and after the Demorgon.

"Mom we really have to go, we gonna be late" you informed looking at the clock on the wall.

"Oh that's right! So come on then darling, let take a picture of you and your brother and then you can go." she said

"Bye mom!" Dustin wished as he left

"Yes ma'am!" You moved next to Dustin and hugged him by the shoulder and your mother took the photo "Ok, we going!"

"Have a nice day darlings!" she said patting Mews while you closed the front door.

"You going trick and treating today right?" you asked as you got onto your bike

"Yep! Straight to that" he answered, feet on the pedals

"Bring me some candies please" you asked him

"Caramel?" he said

"Caramel!" You hoped on your bikes and made your way to the school, the chilly air hiting directly on your cheeks.

"When will you stop calling me that?" he deadpanned

As you arrived school and puted your bike on it's place, you headed straight to your locker to get the books for the periods of the day. As you were closing it, Jonathan was heading straight to you greeting you on the distance and you waved back to him "Hey there Johnny Bunny"

"How about never?" you asnwered closing the door of your locker

"It was just once, and i was little, it doesn't even count!" he tried to argument

It totally sucked, you weren't even paying attention on the class itself but you were never so fast to put your things on your backpack by the end of first period. You found Jonathan on the hallway alongside with Nancy, that seemed to be talking something to him that made him make a funny face when he was unsure of something and decided to go straight to them.

"But it happened! I'll always be grateful for Joyce telling me this" You laughed and he nudged you over with his shoulder and you guys headed for your first class of the day.

"C'mon! You gotta go, you can't just be moping around on the Halloween night!" Nancy tried to convince him of something

"I wasn't going to mop, i'm going to trick and treating with Will" Jonathan said casually

"To Tina's Halloween party! You going right?" Nancy asked you

"Y/N, tell him he has to go!" Nancy pleaded you

"I'm sorry, go where?" you asked as you reached them

"Erm...she invited me but i wasn't really planing on going" you shrugged off

"You guys are the worst! Jonathan you have to go" Nancy pleaded again

"Fine, i'll go" you said defeated, you really have to stop to say yes so easily

"Well, i'll go if Y/N/N's going too" You looked at him with a "Dude??" face but saw on his eyes a pleading and you were sure that it was only because Nancy was going, even if meant that she would be with Steve Harrington, and because you knew that Nancy wouldn't take a step back till Jonathan said that he was going.

"Thank you! See you guys there" Nancy said and walked away while you turned to Jonathan.

"You owe me this one" you point a finger up at him

"Why?" he asked puzzled

"First of all: I wasn't even planing to put my feet on Tina's party. Second: You were actually giving big puppy eyes to help you out to go because you can't say no to Nancy and Third: for to having me look for a costume with no space of time to look for one" you huffed up at Jonathan

"Don't worry, i'll help you out with that" He chuckled to you and followed you while getting lost in conversation about other dosens of things that it's not about Nancy or Tina's party.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington #steve harrington x henderson!reader #stranger things #dustin henderson #dustin henderson x reader #dustin henderson x henderson!reader #stranger things season 2 #reader insert #x reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine

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sinfulserpents · 2 years

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Wish you well

Billy Hargrove x reader

warnings: s4 spoilers! violence, the upside down (usual stranger things shit), angst, mentions of billy :"(((

summary: struggling with Billy's death, you try to come to terms with the fact that the Upside Down still haunts you - this time, in worse ways.

a/n: i’m still not dealing with billy’s death well so this is what comes out of it. Also this doesn’t follow the cannon timeline of season 4 for creative purposes, pls don’t attack me.

You struggled the most in the Spring.

While everyone seemed to move on, your days stood at a still. You weren’t sure how it almost meant nothing to anyone else, you felt almost angry that everyone who pretended to be his friends didn’t even come to his funeral.

The weather was gloomy, the sky dark and threatening to rain as you stood around his open grave. You didn’t move from where you were standing, eyes locked on the figure of Neil Hargrove who was sobbing - you hated him. Billy hated him.

You listened as he spluttered some speech about how life wouldn’t be the same without his son and how a parent is never supposed to outlive their child knowing it was all a bunch of bullshit. He never loved Billy, you thought.

When it was your turn to speak you couldn’t move, your feet felt heavy - like they were being stuck to the ground in cement. Tears clouded your eyes and your throat felt like your heart was stuck in it.

“I-” you began, cutting yourself off with a dry swallow. “I love you Billy with my whole heart, and now my heart that felt full just feels like a burden. You once told me that you never felt love from anyone else but your mum - that I was the first to show it to you since she left. But the truth is I had never felt a love like yours, B.”

Gentle tears slid down your cheeks as you felt a soft hand grasp your own, your eyes meeting Max’s. Comfort and support from the younger girl warmed your chest and you took a deep breath.

“I’ll miss you every day for the rest of my life.”

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You see him, for the first time, in Summer.

He wasn’t real, you knew that. A figure of your imagination as your brain struggled to come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t laying beside you.

He wasn’t there, but your dream felt so real.

“Billy,” you croaked out, sighting his figure in the distance. “Billy!”

You watched as he turned to you, his figure seeming stiff before his arm outreached for you - pointing.

“You killed me.” His voice echoed, causing you to frown.

“What?”

Your voice was weak and you jumped when he appeared behind you, his lips pressed against your ear.

“You killed me, Y/N.”

You began to shake your head, spinning around to face him. He looked exactly the same as the night you lost him, his white shirt covered in black goo and crimson red blood - eyes blood shot as black veins creeped up and down his skin.

“I didn’t kill you, Billy.” You spluttered, taking a couple of slow steps back. “Don’t you remember?”

“You didn’t stop it! You watched as it killed me!”

“Billy, stop!”

You steps backward got more rushed as he began stalking towards you. His steps echoed loud in your ears, before his hands grabbed you by the neck.

“I bet you were glad,” he snarled, as your hands began to claw at his arms - lungs desperate to get a breath. “Glad that I was finally gone and you didn’t have to deal with me anymore.”

“No, B. I love you.” You wheezed.

The last thing you saw was his eyes turn black before you woke up from the nightmare with a gasp. Your hands desperately clawed at your neck in a panic, before reality set in and you realised what had happened.

He felt so real.

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Things started to pick up again in Autumn.

You thought killing the Mind Flayer had ended the horrors of the Upside Down, but when Steve Harrington and his band of misfit children basically knocked your door down you could only heave a sigh before picking up your crowbar and following them to the car.

“So this creature has killed two people and everyone thinks this kid-”

You were cut off by Dustin. “Eddie.”

“Right, yeah. Eddie, killed the cheerleader so now a bunch of basketball playing assholes are hunting him down instead of letting the police do their job?”

Your questioning was met with unanimous agreements, your head turning towards Max who was crammed against the car door, her headphones glued to her ears as she stared out the windows. You hadn’t seen her since Billy’s funeral, but by the state of her you could tell she was barely coping like yourself.

“And this creature,” you continued, turning back towards the others. “It tried to attack Max?”

“Vecna. He gave her nightmares for a week before trying to kill her,” Dustin exclaimed. “Robin and Nancy figured out that you could be pulled back from his spell with music.”

Your heart sank at the mention of nightmares, your mind going back to the same one you had for weeks.

“Guys,” you sighed. “I’ve been having nightmares recently.”

The car went silent at your revelation, all eyes meeting yours - even Steve’s who was looking at you through the mirror.

“They’re probably nothing though-”

You were once again cut off by Dustin who abruptly turned around in his seat. However, you knew what you said was extremely bad by the fact that Max had began paying attention. Before Dustin could get out a single word, Max had spoken up.

“About what?” She questioned, eyes full of concern. You only shook your head.

“It doesn’t matter. They’re nothing. I’ve had them for months now and nothings happened, Dustin said that its seven days after experiencing them that Vecna tries to kill you. I should be in the clear,” you determined. “Right?”

Nobody seemed to believe a single word you were saying.

“Y/N,” Max brought your attention back to her. “What are they about?”

With a sigh, you began to fiddle with your fingers. “Billy. They’re about Billy.”

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You were thrust fully back into the world of the Upside Down in Winter.

The kids were correct in thinking that you were being targeted by Vecna and his spells. In fact, they were so correct that Vecna seemed to make it his personal mission to try to get to you more than once.

Your hand gripped Robin’s as you watched Steve and Nancy try communicate with the kids through lights - just as Will had done when he got stuck in the Upside Down. The ground shook under your feet, and your heartrate was so fast you thought you might pass out.

You couldn’t help but almost feel useless as they figured out that there were other portals to the dangerous world - one of them being in Eddie’s trailer.

He was nice, you had decided. A little weird, and definitely knew more about D&D than an adult should, but overall, nice. Dustin vouched nothing but good things about the guy, so it was safe to say that he lived up to your expectations.

However, it didn’t stop the sting in your heart when you noticed just how similar he was to Billy. From the leather jacket, to the way he was constantly worried about his mane of curly hair - it almost gave you whiplash. Which is why you barely spoke to the poor guy.

That didn’t stop him from trying to talk to you.

“Hey, I know I’m not the smartest of the group,” Eddie chimed up before pointing to the four bikes left in the Wheelers garage. “But there’s only four bikes and five of us.”

“That’s okay,” Steve chimed up, looking towards Nancy who was dusting off the seat of her bike. “Nancy can ride on the back of mine.”

You were quick to shake your head, awkwardly scratching your head - a nervous habit.

“I - uh. I don’t know how to ride a bike.”

The group went silent, and Robin offered you a bashful smile before she punched Eddie in the arm.

“You can hop on the back of mine,” he suggested, shooting Robin a side-eye. “If that’s okay with you.”

Nodding, you tried to ignore the deflated look in Steve’s eyes - knowing that he would have to deal with his obvious Nancy pining some other time, as you stood on the pegs attached to Mike’s bike wheels and wrapped your arms around Eddie's shoulders.

"Hang on tight, I haven't done this in a while."

His words didn't fill you with confidence as he began to pedal, but nevertheless you tightened your grip a tiny bit more. You tried not to shudder at the sounds of the Upside Down bats that Robin thought had rabies.

Maybe not rabies, but definitely some other diseases, you thought to yourself.

It didn't take long to reach Eddie's trailer, so long as you didn't count the five times Steve almost crashed his bike because he was too busy staring at Nancy.

You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face when you entered and saw that Dustin was right, there on the ceiling of Eddie Munson's trailer was another gate to the Upside Down.

"Hey!" Dustin waved, from above you causing Robin to let out an 'that's trippy'.

You didn't question Dustin when he threw a rope of tied up pillow cases through the gate, watching in awe as it just hung there in-between the two worlds. Robin tugged on the roped before giving everyone a salute - beginning to climb the rope.

You watched with wide eyes when she reached the top of the Upside Down world and crashed down onto the mattress the kids had lined up under the gate. Eddie only chuckled before volunteering to go next.

Before you could even reach the rope, your entire body froze - the air around you seemed to get colder and more silent, before footsteps began echoing in the distance.

“Y/N!” You barely had time to react to the sound of your name, being thrown against the ground by an invisible force.

Your eyes shut at the pain the shot up the back of your head, teeth grinding together - the air knocked out of your lungs. You sputtered and coughed, trying to regain your sense of reality.

“You could’ve saved me.” Billy.

You kept your eyes glued shut, not willing yourself strong enough to open them - your voice coming out strong as you spoke.

“You won’t get me this time, Vecna. Stop trying to use my dead boyfriend to break me.”

Silence filled the air before you felt slime creep up your face, a sticky finger sliding down your cheek.

“Oh but Y/N, I don’t have to break you. You’re already there, aren’t you?”

Taking a deep breath you tried to ignore his words, knowing that while they were true - you had to focus to get yourself out of this predicament.

“Billy would never say those things,” you spat, finally opening your eyes to look at the monster above you. “He loved me too much. He knew I tried to save him. You will never know what that feels like.”

With all the might in your body, you forced yourself to push him away - beginning to run in the opposite direction where you could see a bright light in the distance. Your Converse slid against the grime on the ground - almost losing your footing once or twice but you persevered, even with Vecna sending images of Billy after you.

It seemed like an eternity before you reached the light, pushing yourself through it only to be caught by the gentle arms of Steve who had tied you to his back with his jacket as he climbed the rope. The both of you laid on the mattress as you began to sob - hands desperately gripping onto Steve as if you were making sure it was really him.

You knew that wasn’t the end - that Vecna would keep trying to come after you until he got what he wanted. But you were just glad to be safe, even if it wasn’t for long.

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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year

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"the seasons pass (but you never do)" sounds so scarily angsty... please say it's not about canon eddie's... ending?

oh haha it is, but no, it's not about canon!

it's my fboy!fem!reader (fuck boy but make it a gender neutral term as katie put it) x eddie fic. i've actually got a very good chunk of it written! it's up there with maroon for me so far lol. most likely a two-parter so ash can have some of her happy or simple happier ending

the premise is r only keeps boys around for a season. she's had her flirtatious fall with jonathan, she had a sweet spring with steve, she had her chilling winter with billy (still mad i haven't thought of a w word to describe the winter yet), but her summer with eddie? let's just say, it's not so easy to wash away. especially when summer bleeds to autumn, and she still can't find herself leaving the boy behind.

(fair warning when i do post this - it's fucking angsty. terribly so.)

#i hurt my own feelings already with writing this one #thank u ily #wip game #this is the one that started off based off of 'villain' by maisie peters

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chrancecriber · 1 year

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Radio NET Bulgaria (December 10, 2022)

23:55 ANDREY CHMUT - Don't Loose The Faith 23:51 2UNES - Find Your Way 23:47 CHRIS 'BIG DOG' DAVIS - Blue Light Special 23:43 SLIM MAN - Jingle Bells 23:38 DERRICK HARVIN - New Found Love 23:34 KOOL&KLEAN - Feel Again 23:29 MEZZOFORTE - Sizzle 23:25 CHILLAXONIC - Mellifluous 23:21 JASON PETERSON DELAIRE - Check Please (feat. Chris Camozzi) 23:17 PROFESSOR RJ ROSS - On This Silent Night 23:13 KEITH SLATTERY - Round and Round 23:09 MICHAEL MANSON - You Go to My Head 23:04 AMANDUS - Groove Infection (feat. Uli Brodersen) 23:00 VASSAL BENFORD - Melody Man 22:56 DARRIUS JAMAR - Missing You 22:52 INCOGNITO - Racing Through the Bends 22:48 MIKE MACARTHUR - This Christmas 22:45 SHAUN LABELLE - Drive Time 22:42 MARIEA ANTOINETTE - So Amazing 22:38 MIKAEL - Trippin Over You 22:32 CHIELI MUNICCI - Kickin' It Hard 22:27 WARREN HILL - Under the Covers 22:23 BERNIE MARTINI - Falling for You Like Snow 22:19 HERB PARTLOW - Another Interlude 22:16 TONY LINDSAY - Maybe Someday 22:10 ROBERT CHRISTA - Rise & Shine 22:04 STIX BONES - L.O.V.E. 22:00 DOCTOR X - Magneto 21:56 BOBBY LYLE - Tommy's Song 21:51 JAEE LOGAN - You Can't Love Her 21:48 TON SMITH - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen (feat. Preston Smith and Oliver Scott) 21:43 SONNY EMORY - Latina 21:40 DONN BYNUM - Mercy Mercy Me (feat. Lew Laing Jr.) 21:36 STEVE WATSON - Stones Throw 21:32 EARNEST WALKER JR - Palm Avenue 21:27 GREG MANNING - I Can't Make You Love Me 21:23 ANTOINE KNIGHT - Christmas in Maputo 21:19 JAMES LLOYD - Moving Right Along 21:14 AVENUE BLUE - Atlanta Nights (feat. Jeff Golub) 21:10 CHRISTOPHE GOZE - Lazy Sunday 21:05 LAWSON ROLLINS - Quest 21:01 EJAZZ ARTISTRY - We Belong Together 20:56 HIROSHIMA - Brighter Days 20:52 ROB MALETICK - Shape Of My Heart 20:47 SONNY FAIRLEY - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas 20:43 ALEX FALDIN - Comfortline 20:38 ROD TATE - I Got U 20:34 JAZZ HOLDOUTS - Morning Breeze 20:30 MARCOS ARIEL - Second Chance (feat. Lulu Joppert) 20:24 KIRK FISCHER - Reach into Your Heart 20:21 JAY PATTEN - Special Kind of Christmas (w. Crystal, Gayle) 20:17 NELSON GARCIA - East Coast Drive 20:14 RANDY MULLER BOOM CHANG BANG - Sunnyside Up 20:10 LASHAWN D. GARY - Transitions 20:06 MICHAEL BROENING - Summer In Blue 20:02 A RAY FULLER - A Coastal Breeze 19:58 WALTER DUDA - Invisible 19:54 BACH & A. KILLIAN - No Next Time 19:50 GEORGE HOWARD - The First Noel 19:45 BLUE SIX - Aquarian Angel 19:37 MARSHALL CHARLOFF - HipNautic 19:34 J3 - Hela 19:29 KHARI, CABRAL, JIVA - Show Me The Way 19:27 GILBERTO GIACONI - Jingle Bell Rock 19:21 GEORGE BENSON - Breezin' 19:18 JIM PETERIK - JIM PETERIK - Mission Possible 19:14 BILLY EVANS - Let's Save the World 19:09 RICHARD ELIOT - Chill Factor 19:03 AXIOM - Magunda 18:59 CHRIS BIG DOG DAVIS - It's All Love 18:56 DOUG CAMERON - Feliz Navidad 18:53 ELENA IOUROVA - Autumn Leaf Fall Again 18:49 RICHARD SMITH - First Kiss 18:44 ANDREW NICHOLS - I Love the Way You Love Me 18:39 KAREN DEVROOP - Sunset in Koh Samui 18:35 MISZ - Our Place 18:32 DEAN GRECH - What Do You Want This Year For Christmas 18:28 MARIUS BILLGOBENSON - Joy 18:24 K'JON - Live, Love & Laughter 18:20 CAL HARRIS JR., TED BELLEDIN - Bella Nova 18:15 TERRENCE RICHBURG - Treasures 18:11 RON KING - Cascade 18:07 XAVIER GORDON - Christmas Without You 18:02 THE BRAXTON BROTHERS - Sunset Bay 17:58 MOTOWN MOE - Shades of Funk (feat. Chris Campbell) 17:54 HAVILLA KING - Morning Soul 17:49 WOLFGANG HAFFNER - Warm Breeze 17:45 REBECCA ANGEL - Just the Two of Us 17:40 RICHARD BROWN - Stars In My Eyes 17:38 MICHAEL BUBLE - All I Want For Christmas Is You 17:34 SHARON RAE NORTH - Heart of Mine 17:29 ER - Mr Kool (feat. John Rathbone, Jack Jones, Chris Otts & Michael Cornett) 17:26 JOHNNY JAMES DR. J - Foolish Heart 17:21 JACKIE'S NEW CAR - Jackie's New Car 17:17 MARCO ALBANI - Freedom (feat. Martino Onorato, Umberto Vitiello) 17:13 CARL ANDERSON - O, Holy Night 17:08 THE V.I.P CLUB - Night Move 17:04 KONSTANTIN KLASHTORNI - Let's Fall In Love 17:00 CAL HARRIS JR., JEFF LORBER - The Neighborhood 16:56 TOM BRAXTON - Lookin' Up 16:52 GREGG KARUKAS - Green Hills 16:47 NICHOLAS COLE - Beyond the Stars (feat. Lynne Fiddmont) 16:44 MICHAEL LINGTON - A Child is Born in Bethlehem 16:39 KEN NAVARRO - Island Life 16:34 TIM BOWMAN - Light of Love 16:29 BRIAN CULBERTSON - All Through The Christmas Night 16:25 ELAN TROTMAN - Lay Back and Ride (feat. Nephrok! & Tyrone Chase Jr.) 16:21 JACOB WEBB - Another Day 16:17 DWIGHT SIRLS - The Pawn 16:13 YOLANDA RABUN - Wishing You a Very Merry Christmas 16:08 JOHN E. LAWRENCE - Step into the Night 16:04 PAUL DOZIER - Dancing by the Sea 16:00 DARREN RAHN - Our Love 15:57 BENNETT B - Groove Time 15:53 RICK BRAUN - The Color of Love 15:50 JS FLOYD - Kukumo 15:46 PEET PROJECT - Veggie Love 15:40 BRIAN LENAIR - This Christmas 15:35 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Midnight Groove 15:31 JULIAN VAUGHN - Initiate 15:26 GERALD ALBRIGHT - Silent Night 15:22 MARCIN NOWAKOWSKI - After Hours 15:19 ERIC DARIUS - Retro Forward 15:15 DEAN JAMES - To Hold You Again 15:12 CHRISTMAS CAROLS - Stille Nacht 15:08 DONALD HAYES - Anytime Anyplace 15:04 PAUL BROWN - Makes Me Feel So Good 15:00 WILL SUMNER - A Last Dance 14:57 DIDIER LABOSSIERE - Back to the Beginning 14:52 RHYTHM LOGIC - You Know I Will 14:47 DARREN RAHN - Give 'n' Take 14:43 KIMBERLY BREWER - Everyday Feels Like Christmas 14:38 NILS - Pacific Coast Highway 14:35 SOLEX - Flying High (feat. Jonathan Dubose, Jr.) 14:31 LEE RITENOUR - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 14:27 ERIC DARIUS, NORMAN BROWN - Just For The Moment 14:23 DAVE KOZ - Honey-Dipped 14:18 WAYMAN TISDALE - Shape of Your Heart (feat. Jeff Lorber) 14:14 MARCUS ANDERSON - What Child Is This 14:09 DREAMING IN COLOUR - The Dream Merchant 14:05 LOWELL HOPPER - Affection 14:00 CANDY DULFER - For the Love of You 13:54 KEITH MASON - Arisen 13:49 GARY METZ - Dreamer 13:46 SMOOTH SOUL HOLIDAY - Carol of the Bells 13:42 WALTER BEASLEY - Come On Over 13:37 CHRIS STANDRING - Mumbo Jumbo 13:34 NATE WHITE - Migration 13:30 RONNY SMITH - The Holidays Are Here 13:25 RANDY SCOTT - Serenity 13:21 VINCENT INGALA - Read Between The Lines 13:16 R.L. WALKER - Memories Kept 13:13 CAROL NETHEN - Peace 13:08 ACOUSTIC ALCHEMY - She Speaks American English 13:04 PAUL TAYLOR - Goodnight 13:00 OLI SILK - In the Thick of It (feat. Elan Trotman) 12:56 JULIAN VAUGHN - Ride Along 12:52 DARREN RAHN - What Cha' Gonna Do For Me 12:48 PHIL DENNY - Stand Together 12:43 STEVE OLIVER - Silent Night 12:39 EUGE GROOVE - Religify 12:34 GABRIEL MARK HASSELBACH - Chill@Will (Raincoast Mix) 12:31 MARION MEADOWS - A Winter Lullaby 12:25 BLAIR BRYANT - Caramel Dream 12:21 DANNY LERMAN - Summer in a Hummer 12:17 YULARA - Flyin' High 12:12 SHAKATAK - Auld Lang Syne 12:09 NORMAN BROWN - Easy Livin' 12:05 PETER WHITE - Coast Road Drive 12:00 NILS - A Walk in the Park 11:56 TIM BOWMAN - Boss 11:52 JAZMIN GHENT - Kickin It Up 11:49 JOYCE COOLING - Toast & Jam 11:45 RONNY SMITH - Chillin After Eight 11:41 SHIN GIWON CHRISTMAS CAROL COLLECTION - I'll Be Home For Christmas 11:37 THREESTYLE - Smoothies (feat. Magdalena Chovancova & Robert Fertl) 11:33 DEE LUCAS - All In (feat. George Freeman) 11:29 TONY CRADDOCK JR. - O Come All Ye Faithful 11:25 MARCUS ANDERSON - Just Like Me 11:21 NICK COLIONNE - Let's Get Serious 11:17 GARY PALMER - Lisa 11:13 DAVE KOZ - Do You Hear What I Hear (feat. Gloria Estefan) 11:09 RICHARD ELLIOT - Deep Touch 11:05 J. WHITE - Valley of the Sun 11:00 CAROL ALBERT - Magic Mirror 10:56 JAY KING - My Song 10:52 BK JACKSON - Yeh Yeah 10:48 RK R. HARRIS - Olde Skool (feat. Greg Minnick, Ignacio Nunez & Dean Rickard) 10:45 BRIAN SIMPSON - Morning Samba 10:41 NICHOLAS COLE - Let It Snow 10:38 ED CALLE - Desert Rose 10:34 PAUL TUVMAN - While My Guitar Gently Weeps 10:30 HARPER, GUS AND GOMEZ - Christmas Dream 10:26 MARCIN NOWAKOWSKI - Let's Do It 10:22 QUINTIN GERARD W. - Have a Safe Flight Home 10:18 JULIAN VAUGHN - Sway 10:13 CAROL NETHEN - O Holy Night 10:08 CHRIS STANDRING - Shadow Dance 10:04 VANN BURCHFIELD - Keep Pressing On 10:00 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Eternal 09:56 RYAN LA VALETTE - Room For 2 09:52 MARQUEAL JORDAN - Behave to Love 09:49 PAUL HARDCASTLE - Rythmn Of Life - Chill Reprise 09:45 JACOB WEBB - Dancing for You 09:41 HERB ALPERT - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 09:35 GREGG KARUKAS - Last Train 09:31 NORMAN BROWN - Ocean Breeze 09:27 PETER WHITE - The Best Part Of Christmas 09:23 SEAN U - Sunburst 09:19 KIM WATERS - Love's Melody 09:15 BRYAN LUBECK - Smoocha 09:12 LELIO LUTTAZZI - White Christmas 09:08 PEET PROJECT - Lightyears 09:05 JAZMIN GHENT - Self Love 09:00 ILYA SEROV - Ironic 08:55 DEE LUCAS - Love Saw It 08:51 MARCUS ANDERSON - Pure Love 08:46 JAZZ FUNK SOUL - Sunset Rock 08:43 RAGAN WHITESIDE - This Christmas 08:38 GARY MEEK - For a Long Time 08:34 RICHARD ELLIOT - Mango Tango 08:29 DAVID GARFIELD - O, Holy Night 08:25 CAROL ALBERT - Crashing 08:21 DAVE KOZ - Don't Give Up (feat. Burt Bacharach) 08:16 NAJEE - Isla Hermosa 08:13 DANA FIELDS - Feels Like Christmas 08:09 DAVID BENOIT - The Bones 08:05 THREESTYLE - Ready to Go 08:00 DOMINIC CAMARDELLA - Headwinds 07:56 3RD FORCE - We Should Be Together 07:51 BRIAN SIMPSON, STEVE OLIVER - The Road Never Ends 07:46 AVERY SUNSHINE - Sunshine for Christmas 07:41 TIM BOWMAN - Flyin Away 07:37 ROBERTO VAZQUEZ - Going West 07:33 STEVE OLIVER - Desert Traveler 07:28 YOLANDA RABUN - O Holy Night 07:24 GERALD ALBRIGHT - The Gospel 07:20 DARREN RAHN - Wave of the Future 07:16 DAVID PETROSYAN - Dancing with My Soul 07:12 LYNNE FIDDMONT - Spirit of Christmas 07:07 KIM SCOTT - Sizzle 07:04 BK JACKSON - Silver Lining 07:00 JOE MCBRIDE, THE TEXAS RHYTHM CLUB - Kickin' It 06:55 PETER WHITE - Wake Up Everybody 06:50 JESSY J - Manhattan (feat. Gregg Karukas) 06:46 EUGE GROOVE - Forever And A Day 06:41 DR. SAXLOVE - It Came Upon A Midnight Clear 06:37 D.A. SCOTT - We as One 06:32 JEREMY HECTOR - St Paul's 06:29 RONNY SMITH - Deck the Halls 06:24 ANDRE DELANO - Face Off 06:21 ERIC DARIUS - Back To You 06:15 MARCUS ANDERSON - Your Will 06:13 NICK DUKAS - Jingle Bell Rock 06:09 ACOUSTIC ALCHEMY - Get Up (Levantar y Bailar) 06:05 ROB TARDIK - The Right Time 06:00 EDGARDO CINTRON - Just A Little Taste of Your Love 05:56 RICHARD ELLIOT - People Make The World Go Round 05:51 MARC ANTOINE - Silk And Steel 05:47 DAVE KOZ - The Closer We Get 05:43 LISA MCCLOWRY - It Wouldn't Feel Like Christmas 05:39 TERENCE YOUNG - Without You 05:34 OLI SILK - Pen to Paper 05:31 SHAWN RAIFORD - Santa Baby 05:26 PATRICK YANDALL - Try the Blue One 05:23 TIM BOWMAN - Watchout 05:18 NAJEE - Song For The Ladies 05:14 CAROL NETHEN - What Child Is This 05:09 BLACK GOLD MASSIVE - Let It Flow (Sausalito Calling) 05:04 VINCENT INGALA - K-Jee 05:00 VANN BURCHFIELD - Friends 04:56 PAUL HARDCASTLE - Angelic Chimes Radio version 04:52 JACOB WEBB - Groovin' J 04:48 PAUL JACKSON JR. - Walkin' 04:43 CHIELI MINUCCI - Little Drummer Boy's Dream 04:39 DANNY LERMAN - South Beach Serenata 04:35 SEAN U - Magic Hour (feat. Blake Aaron) 04:30 STEVE OLIVER - White Christmas 04:26 TOM BRAXTON - What A Friend 04:21 WAKANA - SilK 04:16 AL DEGREGORIS - Times and Travels 04:11 PETER WHITE - Silent Night 04:07 GARY PALMER - Windsurfer 04:03 NILS - Malibu 04:00 MARK HARRIS II - Pocket Change (feat. Bernard Harris) 04:00 RHODA GRAHAM - Finally 03:56 SPECIAL EFX - Lavish 03:50 JAZZ FUNK SOUL - When The Time Comes 03:46 HANK BILAL - Sunny Days 03:41 ERIC DARIUS - All I Want For Christmas Is You 03:37 WALTER BEASLEY - Just Hold Me 03:34 MARCUS ANDERSON - Espresso Shot 03:30 SHARMOND SMITH - Hark The Herald Angels Sing 03:26 DEMETRIUS NABORS - Sugar Love 03:22 JIM ADKINS - Turning Point 03:18 RICHARD ELLIOT - Inside Out 03:14 GERALD ALBRIGHT - This Christmas 03:10 ROBERT HARRIS - Your Memory Lives in Me 03:05 DAVE KOZ - Only Tomorrow Knows 03:00 DANCING FANTASY - Take Five 02:56 JOEL DEL ROSARIO - Delicious Vinyl 02:53 TAKE B - Flame 02:49 SAM BASSMAN JENKINS - It Makes Me Want You 02:45 PATRICK YANDALL - Just My Luck 02:41 TIM BOWMAN - Travelin' Road 02:37 SHIN GIWON CHRISTMAS CAROL COLLECTION - Feliz Navidad 02:33 CAROL ALBERT - Sol Ipanema 02:28 KEN NAVARRO - In My Wildest Dreams 02:24 TONY CRADDOCK JR. - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 02:21 VANN BURCHFIELD - Change Is A Comin' 02:17 OLI SILK - All We Need 02:14 VINCENT INGALA - T.L.C. (Tender Lovin' Care) 02:11 SYLVIA BENNETT - The Christmas Song 02:06 SLIM GAMBILL - Up (feat. Charlton Singleton) 02:03 DAMIEN ESCOBAR - Phoenix 01:57 NICHOLAS COLE - 5th Avenue 01:53 GINO ROSARIA - Ride Along 01:48 DWIGHT SIRLS - Dimensions 01:44 DAVID GARFIELD - White Christmas 01:40 JACOB WEBB - Brazilian Moments 01:35 PETER WHITE - Autumn Day 01:32 JEFF LORBER FUSION - Back Room 01:30 NICK DUKAS - Rockin Around the Christmas Tree 01:26 NILS - Windsurfer 01:21 NORMAN BROWN - Not Like You Do 01:17 DARRON COOKIE - Calling on You 01:12 MICHAEL LINGTON - Winter Wonderland, Let It Snow 01:08 RAGAN WHITESIDE - Funktuation 01:04 BRIAN SIMPSON - Sky Watcher 01:00 MARCUS ANDERSON - Passion Blend 00:56 QUINTIN GERARD W. - Times Like These 00:52 JEANETTE HARRIS - The Ride (feat. Darrell Crooks) 00:47 DR. SAXLOVE - O Little Town Of Bethlehem 00:43 FOURPLAY - Love TKO (feat. Ruben Studdard) 00:39 RICHARD ELLIOT - Boom Town 00:35 RANDY SCOTT - T.G.I.F. 00:32 DAVE KOZ - Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! (feat. Kenny G) 00:27 JONATHAN FRITZEN - Hammers of Love 00:23 MARCIN NOWAKOWSKI - Tonight Is the Night 00:19 BRAD ALEXANDER - Straight Up (feat. Donald Hayes) 00:15 U-NAM - This Christmas 00:10 TIM BOWMAN - Columbus,Ga 00:04 BRYAN LUBECK - Nothing Can Come Between Us 00:00 H ALLAN - Rise

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plistommy · 3 years

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It’s a rainy autumn day and the guys are cuddled up on the couch with sweaters on and hot chocolate in their hands to bring them more warmth.

Billy laughs at Steve when the hot chocolate makes the other have a mustache under his nose, but wipes it away and says the other looked adorable after Steve gave him a playful pout.

When they’ve finished their drinks, Steve drapes a blanket over their lap and leans into Billy’s side when the other wraps his hand around Steve’s shoulder.

They stay like that the whole rest of the day, giving each other small kisses and watching how the leaves drop from the trees outside while the radio plays in the background.

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moonlight-prose · 4 years

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Autumn Mornings

A/N: I didn’t realize how long it’s been since I’ve written for Steve. So in the midst of all this chaos. Enjoy some small amounts of fall coziness.

Tag lists are open and feedback is always welcome!

Summary: Mornings with Steve made you feel more loved than you thought possible.

Word Count: 919

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut (went way differently than I thought)

Song: Autumn in New York - Billie Holiday

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Rain hit the window waking you out of the light sleep you were in. It pattered against the glass adding to the cozy aroma the room held. A large comforter covered you, but an extra warmth was added to it due to the person behind you. His arm lay heavily over your waist keeping you pressed against him and you let out a contented sigh at the feeling.

It was days like this that you longed for when summer was around. The days autumn brought to that small Brooklyn apartment. The rain was music to your ears as you snuggled closer to him. He seemed to have felt you shift, but made no move to wake up fully. This was the perfect wake up call to you. Rain, the feel of him, and the knowledge that he wanted to be there as much as you.

You hummed lightly to a random jazz song you remembered that encompassed the morning perfectly. The tune seemed to wake him further, but he just moved to press his lips lightly to the back of you neck. It sent warmth through your body as he pulled you tighter to his bare chest and pushed his face into the crook of your neck.

“Good morning,” you said.

He smiled against your skin. “Good morning doll.”

“It’s raining.” The smile wouldn’t leave your lips, but you didn’t want it to. Mornings like this were rare with him and you would savor this for as long as you had it.

“Yes, it is,” he replied. “Means we can stay in bed.”

You sighed and seemed to sink into him even further. “I’d love that. A day where we don’t have to do anything and you don’t have to be Captain America and I don’t have to be an agent.”

He pressed another feather-light kiss to your shoulder dragging his lips towards your neck. “That sounds wonderful to me,” he whispered.

Slowly you turned in his arms until you were face to face with the man you adored. His blue eyes held the distant look of sleepiness, but it faded the longer he was awake with you. Being next to you as he slept, waking up with you. These were things he longed for when out on missions with Bucky and Sam. The feel of you, your scent that lingered in the sheets and on him during those late nights. He longed for you and days like this gave him the happiness he needed.

“You look beautiful,” he said.

You smiled. “Yeah right, in the morning when I’m a mess.”

Steve lightly dragged his nose across yours before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I think this is when you’re the most perfect.”

Heat spread across your cheeks as his words tugged at your heart. He never failed to make you look beautiful, to make you feel as though you were practically glowing. Steve wished for you to see what he did. He saw someone strong, someone capable of showing love in more ways than one, and someone he couldn’t live a day without.

“I love you,” he said against your skin.

“I love you,” you replied.

Rain continued to hit the window as you both continued to share the warmth of the bed. Steve made sure to kiss every spot of available skin he could reach before he brought you the slow warmth of euphoria. It added to the cozy feeling and dragged you higher than you’d thought possible. A whisper of his name turned to a gasp, as he pulled from you sounds he’d missed while he was away.

This was what he longed for. The shelter of your body wrapped around his, of your voice calling his name. This was home for him. You were home.

As you both dragged yourself from the bed after an hour, you focused on the rain which continued to pour. Autumn was always your favorite time of the year, because it gave way to a new feeling in the air. It brought its stunning colors and offered a new feeling of hope, of love, or feeling at home.

He poured you the coffee from the machine Sam bought both of you for Christmas last year and moved to make breakfast. Even though you had just felt his touch, you still yearned for it. The sight of his sweatpants hanging low and his bare back on display gave way to thoughts you knew he wouldn’t mind you having.

“Steve,” you said.

He hummed turning towards you and froze at the look in your eyes. Your drooped eyelids kept him place as he felt his heart begin to quicken. He was absolutely right earlier. You were never more perfect than when you were completely content and happy. You drew him into your grasp and gave him a love he never thought possible.

“Something you want?” he teased.

You smiled sweetly sipping on your coffee. “Depends.”

“On?” he asked stepping closer to you.

Looking up at him you set the mug beside you. “On if I didn’t wear you out.”

His eyes narrowed as a look of mischief crossed his features and before you could say anything else, he was lifting you off the counter. Letting out a laugh you were carried back to the bed you didn’t wish to leave in the first place.

Autumn mornings brought out the love you felt for him and as the rain continued you lost yourself in the man who was your home.

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papipopsicle · 4 years

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HANDMADE HEAVEN PART ONE

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Hargrove!Reader

Summary: In which the new Queen of Hawkins High finds herself falling for the fallen king.

Song: Easier by 5 Seconds of Summer

Warnings: swearing, asshole parental figures

Words: 1.7K

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The house itself was fine, not pretty and polished like the one she grew up in, but at the very least she was grateful not to be sleeping in another motel bed filled with broken springs and anonymous stains. Susan greeted her like a good little home maker, tightly waved hair bouncing against her shoulders as she walked down the steps of the porch.

"How was it, sweetie?" The ginger woman waited with pursed lips while her step daughter stood from the vehicle. She really hated that car, it stood out like a sore thumb next to her husband's silver SUV, especially when her brothers parked alongside the two.

"Not the worst." Y/N shrugged. She missed the silent solace already, "Has Max decided which room she wants?"

Susan nodded, leading the blonde into their new home, "She's at the back opposite your father and I. William hasn't arrived yet so you have the choice of the one next to hers or ours."

Without hesitation she chose the one next to Max's. Her father helped unload her heavier furniture from the U-Haul currently fixed to the back of her red muscle car. The room was in the shape on an 'L', mirroring her step sister's. Her small double bed only just managed to fit in the crook, creating a cosy space to drift away in.

Hours of rearranging the room passed before a navy blue Camaro could be heard pulling up onto the curb and a muggy sunset made itself present in her bedroom window. Emptying out her socks into the small drawer of her dresser, Y/N dropped the empty black bin liner behind her and rushed to greet her brother.

"Billy!" She squealed, attacking him with a hug. The two would roughhouse and swear at each other like drunken sailors, but their love for each other would always be the first thing anyone noticed about the twins. He picked her up with ease and spun her around, quickly dropping her to the floor again.

Y/N's twin would sometimes forget the rude masculine persona he put on and actually behaved like himself, but it never lasted long with their father close by.

"See that hunk of crap didn't kill you on the way here then?" Billy joked as they both carried a bed frame into his new room. His distaste for the nineteen-sixty-eight Mustang Cobra was evident whenever it came up in conversation, only due to it being left to her rather than him in their mother's will.

"Not just yet." His sister hummed and the two let out a huff as they dropped the mattress onto the wooden frame. They talked about the bullshit of finishing their senior year at a completely different school and what that we're going to dress up as for Halloween. It was their favourite holiday and this year she planned on being Tom Cruise from Risky Business. Nobody would understand it but it was better than Billy's 'slutty teen boy' costume he wore most days anyway.

"Y/N/N honey, could you come into the lounge!" Susan's sugary tone rang through the house. The twins shared a look that always subconsciously found their faces when she attempted to play doting step mother.

Fucking doormat of a woman.

"Coming." The blonde shut her brothers door on the way out and walking down the hallway into the small living area. By now any remnants of the sun had long hidden away from Hawkins and only warm ceiling lights lit up her face.

Susan appeared from the kitchen door with a tray full of oatmeal cookies, grin etched into her features like puppet strings pulling at her cheeks, "Try one, would you?" She gleamed, pushing the metal tray out for emphasis, "I'd ask your father but he'd just say they were nice, never wants to upset me. He's too good."

Not wanting to answer, Y/N took a small crumbly cookie and bit into it, eyes bugging out at the statement only able to nod in response.

The step mother watched in anticipation, hair bouncing at her shoulders as usual, "So, gorgeous? Be honest with me, how are they?"

"Really good," She didn't like the woman, but couldn't deny her ability to copy a recipe, "I think these may even top the peanut butter ones."

Susan's sterile smile managed to stretch further and Y/N was scared her lips may crack and bleed from the force, "Perfect! We're handing them out to our new neighbours tomorrow. Which reminds me, I need you to get some new trainers for Maxine tomorrow, nothing expensive though, they're just for gym class. She's a four now.

The blonde resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and instead nodded while an idea popped into her head, "I drove past a giant superstore on my way here, I'm sure they're still open I can just go now."

"Are you sure, honey?" Susan sounded concerned, but Neil didn't share the same feelings, "Curfew is eleven until you start school on Monday, same rules apply here."

"I know, Dad." She nodded curtly and turned on her heel, not wasting a moment grabbing her brothers old khaki bomber jacket and her car keys. The front door shut just as quickly as it opened, leaving the small U Haul sitting on the driveway next to Billy's Camaro.

It had been her brother's favourite jacket since he was sixteen, but he'd gained so much muscle his arms couldn't slip into it anymore. Although Y/N was tall for the average girl, the material still managed to shroud her frame.

Y/N felt amazed after managing to get to the store fairly easily, she picked up some plain black pumps and paid for them with cash, pocketing the receipt to make sure Neil would reimburse her. That took less than fifteen minutes. There were still over two hours until she needed to be back at the house and she needed to make the most of any freedom from her father.

She was her mother's daughter and the opposite of Susan Mayfield-Hargrove; if someone showed themselves as a thorn and not the rose they seemed to be, they were a thorn. She could accept it and move on, which is difficult when they own the house she calls home. Her step mother was a fixer, finding wilted petals and taping them up against the thorn to appear more sightly. If Neil was the thorn, Y/N the rose, then Susan was a daisy in a field where she didn’t belong.

The younger Hargrove twin decided to explore her new home, driving around cul-de-sacs and roads which mirrored one another. After a while of aimless driving, Y/N parked up at the side of a quiet road, seeming to back onto a rich neighbourhood. She locked the muscle car, Ellie, and began walking on the edge of the road.

"Stay put, El." She whispered to herself, echoing her mother's voice. Meredith Hargrove always swore her car changed parking spaces whenever they went somewhere together.

Y/N couldn't imagine having so much space, no family was big enough to make use of it all. Her feet brought her into the small forest area, passing a few more eccentric gardens before finding one which intrigued her. The lights were all off, moonlight bouncing off the unmoving water in the centre of the garden.

Swimming had always been something the Hargrove girl not only loved but turned to in uncertainty. Billy would surf alongside her a long time ago, but he hadn't for years now. Her eyes danced around each room, unable to see any kind of life within the mansion. Against Y/N’s better judgement, she left the tall trees and let her toes edge onto someone's private property.

It seems a shame not to.

Fallen leaves stopped crunching under her brown boots as they found concrete slabs. The family must have employed a cleaner and gardener as nothing seemed out of place or dirty. The water was clear and not a single leaf or bug lay on its surface. Crouching down, her fingers drifted along the water, creating a small ripple, confirming her suspicions of how cold it would be.

She didn't care, stripping down into her underwear in the cool autumnal winds, anyone would've thought she was a crazy person. Y/N ignored the small ladder next to her and gracefully dived into the pool, swimming down to the bottom until she needed to come back up for air. The blonde lay on her back, staring up at the stars wondering what her friends were doing on the other side of America. Probably at Sadie's getting high.

Y/N wasn't sure how much time had passed, her fingertips were now wrinkled but it didn't bother her. She was in her element, so much so she didn't register when the kitchen light turned on and alerted the homeowner of someone in their pool.

Steve's body was overcome with terror as he did a double, triple take out of the kitchen window at the figure in his garden. He only wanted some leftover lasagne. Grabbing his nail punctured bat, the home alone teenager unlocked the back door, and against his own better judgement, creeped towards the intruder.

As he came closer, he was thankful to find a girl than a demogorgan, a girl he certainly didn't recognise. Her blonde hair lay on top of the water like a halo as she floated in her own world.

"Hello?" He questioned, bat still firmly in hand, "Why the fuck are you naked in my pool?"

Y/N left her mini trance, flailing in the water as her eyes found a teenage boy wielding an odd weapon, only a scream leaving her lips in response.

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lovebillyhargrove · 11 months

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Harringrove seasons AU. Concept by @akioukun

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It's one of those quiet evenings in late August when summer is already letting go of its reign, and autumn is stepping into power. The transition is done peacefully, it's like there is an unspoken agreement between these two.

The twilight is slowly rolling in, day warmth giving way to the evening cool, and the sun is falling further west, closer to the horizon.

They spend some time near a small river watching it flow. The waters are already much darker than they used to be even a few days ago, and there are golden leaves floating down the river like tiny ships, silently sailing into unknown lands where adventure awaits them.

They are sitting on the river bank, lazily throwing pine cones into the water listening to the gentle splashing sounds when the cones touch the water surface.

Steve is falling asleep, head lolling on Billy's shoulder.

Billy is shushing all the birds around, telling them it's time to get back to their nests and rest.

He is unable to quieten the growing chorus of cicadas around, but that's their time to sing.

Steve is falling asleep

And Billy's watching him, carefully, out of the corner of his eye, fingers touching Steve's exposed ribcage that feels like bare branches of a tree.

He wraps him in the sun-woven shawl of his long golden hair

To keep Steve warm.

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theonewiththefanfics · 5 years

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Hawkins’ Charm (Part 8/?)

Synopsys: They had gotten out of Hawkins. After all the shit that had happened, all the heartache and pain, Billy and the Reader had gotten away from that hellhole, building their life in California as he had dreamed. But when Max’s graduation rolls around and they go to celebrate, it’s as if the Upside Down was just waiting for all of them to return. And it has a bone to pick.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x f!Reader; platonic!Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Genre: angst, bit of fluff

Warnings: blood, mentions of injuries and death, fighting, swearing, mentions of smut, but not full-on

Word count: 3861 (I’m sorry if there are any mistakes :D )

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE BILLY’S ACTIONS AND THE THINGS HE’S DONE! THIS IS BASICALLY AN AU, WHEN REALLY LOOKING AT IT! SPOILERS FOR S3! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

“Absolutely not!” “Are you fucking kidding me?” “In your fucking dreams!” “Over my dead body!” Billy concluded the barrage of responses. “Guys,” Y/N said in a matter of fact voice, “it’s the best plan that we have.” Her husband scoffed. “You are not going to the Upside Down! None of us are going to the Upside Down!” “You have any better ideas?” she challenged and was met with a scowl. “We can just grab Neil and pull that exorcist shit on him,” Dustin said, trying to diffuse the growing tension. “Yeah?” Y/N let out a small laugh. “And where do you propose we do it? In front of Max’s mom? Or how about the hundreds of people that will be going to the graduation? Oh wait, maybe we can do it at Benny’s which will be crawling with his little minions as they gather for a celebratory meal.”

Billy was seething by that point, but so was Y/N. “No, we can’t do that," Hopper was nodding his head and pointed at Y/N, "but we can distract him. The kids can be the diversion we need to get to the Upside Down. He knows, that she’s no longer one of them, so it’s safe to assume, he knows we know about everything. But it’ll throw him off of his game when he sees all of them show up to the ceremony like nothing’s happened.” Joyce smacked Hopper’s bicep and sternly stated, “We’re not using the kids as bait!” “Mom,” Will started butting in before she could hit Jim again. “Most of us are eighteen… I’m eighteen. I know you want to protect us, but we can do it. We’ll be fine.” “Not a fucking chance,” Joyce growled back at him. “I won’t let that thing or anyone possessed by it get anywhere near you, got it?” That started a whole other argument as to how safe it was for them to even be in the near vicinity of Neil and the flayed. Y/N had mentioned that Tina, Vicky and Tommy had been a part of the possessed, as was most from the party. That alone equated to around fiftyish people; almost half of what it had been the last time. But with how much stronger the Mind Flayer had gotten, there was no way to safely be around them, though of one thing Y/N could ease everyone’s, mostly Joyce’s and Johnathan’s, minds on. “Whenever its expelled from a host,” she said, “it can’t return; there’s like this barrier. It’s like chicken pox – you get them once and it's done.” Billy wanted to interject and say that wasn’t true, seeing as Clara had gotten them on her first day in kindergarten, and he had caught them from their little girl. “I thought you said you had them as a kid,” Y/N snorted, as she rubbed an ointment on his back the doctor said would help with the itching. “That’s ‘cause I did,” Billy grumbled and glared at his two-year-old. He hissed at Y/N when she slapped his hand away from where it was inching to go and scratch at his thigh. “You scratch,” she pointed a finger at him, “then you’ll have to go through a month without sex.” Billy’s eyes narrowed at her. “You wouldn’t.” “Just try me.” And he did. Not for a second had he believed that she’d go through with the threat, given how their intimate life, for the lack of a better term, was incredibly active. But as he was grinding his hips into hers one night, palms gripping and reacquainting themselves with Y/N’s body, she suddenly made him sit upon his knees, as she trailed a palm down his chest. “I wanna uh,” she stammered out and bit her lip. “I wanna try something.” Excitement glinted in his blue eyes. “Anything you want, dollface,” Billy replied before kissing down her neck. In the meantime, Y/N flipped them over, so she was on top, and from the underside of his pillow she pulled out a silk scarf. Teasingly she lifted her eyebrow and motioned for him to put his hands against the metal bed frame. “You know, if it was anyone else, I’d never let them do this to me,” Billy moaned out as Y/N sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on his neck after she had secured his hands above his head. The knot was tight but not so tight that it didn’t allow blood flow to his fingers. In truth, he’d never even allow the thought to be restrained like that with anyone else but her. After the whole Mind Flayer thing, one of Billy’s biggest fears was to not be in control of his body and his actions, but with Y/N he felt safe and loved, so he’d indulge in her little games whenever she wanted to. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel eager to see where this would go. “If it was anyone else,” Y/N muttered in his ear and nipped at the lobe making a shiver ripple down his spine. “Then you and her, would be six feet under.” It was thrilling to be in that position as he let her have all the control. It was thrilling to be trying something new. Ever since Clara, they didn’t get much time to themselves, just a quickie here or there, or their lazy morning sex disrupted by a two-year-old babbling something along the lines of breakfast as she’d climbed out of her crib and was trying to wiggle the doorknob open. “Oh, and one more thing,” Y/N whispered against the skin of his neck, making Billy practically shake in anticipation before it was all washed away by confusion. “I told you not to scratch.” And she was off of him, back to her side of the bed with a book in her hands like nothing had happened. Billy was still a bit dazed from all of the lust, so he just managed to whimper out a ‘what?’ before realization hit. “Come on!” he groaned and tugged at the restraints. “You can’t be serious, baby! What kind of bullshit are you trying to pull here?” “It’s not bullshit,” Y/N closed her book and crossed her arms over her chest. “I told you not to scratch, and yet there are clearly marks all over your sides.” Struggling a bit Billy pushed his hip up and saw the angry red stripes he’d left over his scars and cursed under his breath. Y/N was very particular in how and where she touched him, the same way as he was with her, and the irritated skin was a dead giveaway. After the Mind Flayer, Billy couldn’t even look at Y/N’s neck without bile rising to his throat at the memory of his own hands squeezing the delicate skin so hard she had passed out, and he’d left bruises that wouldn’t go away for almost two months. And Y/N refused to touch his waist for almost half a year, afraid she’d cause him more pain where the monster had ripped into his sides. So, when Billy had confronted her about this, after months of barely-there hugs, after being so touch-starved by the one person who never shied away from giving all of her love, she spilt her guts to him. Ever since then, he made sure, Y/N knew she could never hurt him, but even with that, she was afraid to cause any sort of pain, so the only way her hands would wrap around his waist would be to soothe and gently run over the marks, reminding him she loved him the way he was. “But it itches,” he whined arching up from the bed and trying to twist around so he could somehow untie the scarf but his attempts were very much so unsuccessful. “And it’s going to itch even more if you keep scratching at them,” Y/N emphasized the last three words before giving him a small peck on his lips and turning off the lamp. “Night baby, love you.” Billy had just grunted in response and huffed, plopping down onto the mattress. When Y/N set her mind on something, she went through with it, including her plan of basically storming the Upside Down and blowing that place to smithereens. He was wasting his breath by that point, as he continued to go on and on about why she wasn’t going or why it was a horrible idea to even think about going to the Upside Down, but Y/N looked bored to the point she might pass out. Just as Billy was about to go on another rant that he would not let his wife, who’d just been possessed by the exact same monster that occupied the other dimension, the mother of their child, to go and fight it, Y/N sighed and interrupted him. “Look, I get it, and trust me, I have actually no desire to go there, but it’s the best chance at ending everything once and for all.” Everyone’s eyes were on her, and Y/N hung her head as she started to explain. “How many more times can we fight that thing? How many more times can El close the Gate before it’s opened again? It’s like a cycle at this point, but where everyone welcomes autumn after the summer, I don’t think any of us wants to go through this shit again. I know it sounds completely crazy and has a like ninety-five percent chance of being a complete failure, but it’s the best shot we have at ending this. Forever.” Silence fell over everyone, the only sound being the crackling in the fireplace. As much as they wanted to disagree, they knew Y/N was right. Too many times they’d fought the Upside Down, and every time it retaliated. It was just a matter of time before it won. “Fine,” Billy practically gritted through his teeth, glaring at Y/N. “But if you’re going, so am I.” The answer that came from her mouth made him want to punch a wall. “No, you’re not. If you don’t show up at Max’s graduation, it will look very suspicious” “Even though the Mind Flayer already knows about everything?” Lucas snorted and shook his head just as Max said, “as if I’m going to that thing when we have interdimensional monsters after our asses.” “Neil will have to show up. And after how big of a deal we, made this whole thing out to be," Y/N gave Billy a pointed gaze, "you have to be there. We can just say that something came up in San Diego with Clara, and I had to leave quicker, so my mom isn’t as suspicious, but everything else has to be as if it's just a normal day and nothing’s happened.” “Uh, except everything’s happened,” Steve butted in, and Y/N rolled her eyes. “Yeah, no shit, dingus, but we need to think strategies here. The people that have to show up since everyone expects them to show up-” and she pointed at each and everyone as she called their names, “Lucas, Dustin, Mike, Max, Will, and yes, you Alex too, stop shaking your head. The people that subsequently have to be there – Nancy, Johnathan, Joyce and you Billy. We don’t want El anywhere near the flayed, everyone thinks Hopper’s dead, and Steve and Robin could just pass off as if something came up or they partied too much.” “So, your plan is to infiltrate a lab crawling with the Russian army with Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington, Robin, a dead cop and El?” Billy crossed his arms in front of him, as if in defiance. Sure, he knew El kinda had to go with, she was the only one who could close the gate for good, and Hopper was probably their best bet to defend Y/N and the rest, and he knew both Robin and Steve were smart enough to figure things out and hold their own when needed, but he just wanted to find a reason, needed to find a reason to either put himself in the group Y/N was in, or prohibit her from going. She shrugged her shoulders before hissing, having completely forgotten about the throbbing wounds in her back. “And what’s wrong with that? We can use the tunnels from Benny’s and given how the Demogorgon’s back, it means there are portals open. I say we find one, use that as our entrance and line it and everywhere else that's possible, maybe even the other side of the Gate, with explosives, while the other group deals with the Gate and closes it once and for all.” Max was nodding along to what Y/N was saying. It wasn’t a good plan, but most likely the best that they had. “And how will we know the other group is safe? How will we know they’re out, and the bombs can be detonated?” Y/N huffed before replying. “Radios. We each take one, and then, once we’re out, we radio in.” “One, where are you planning on getting explosives? And two – what about the Commies? I don’t think the Russians will welcome you with open hands.” Dustin asked before Billy could erupt again, and Y/N bit her lip before replying in perfect Russian that 'It won't be a problem.' “Since when do you know Russian?” Billy asked with eyebrows so high up in his forehead they almost disappeared into his hair. Y/N just shrugged. “After the last time thought it might be useful one day. Also, Hopper, can you call those friends of yours? The ones you know, who showed up to the epilogue of everything? We could use the manpower... and firepower…” “Does any bit of your plan solely rely on the fact they’d be able to provide your mentioned explosives?” Hopper grunted but reached for the phone, that somehow was still in working order. Only then did he realize that electricity was still running through the house, despite the numerous heaters he himself had plugged in. From the corner of his eye, he saw Joyce bristle a bit when he noticed that the line wasn’t dead and had to contain the small smile pulling at his lips. She’d taken care of his daughter and house…. "Dude, we so could've used you," Steve grumbled but didn't say anything else putting all of his attention onto the ex-police chief. With a sigh, Hopper punched in the number that would connect him to the DoE, and an awkward silence settled all over. Alex, Max and Mike were all rocking back and forth on their feet, Robin was leaning against the wall, chewing on her nail, while Steve, Nancy, Johnathan, Joyce, Dustin and Lucas had all thrown themselves down onto the floor, Billy having made Y/N sit on the only available chair in the room. As the heat from the heaters slowly dissipated, another kind of wave flushed over them, and it could only be described as anxiety. Millions of questions that didn’t need to be uttered out loud swirled in their heads. What if they didn’t answer? Would the plan work? Was it even in the realm of possibility for it to be successful? “This is uhhhhh, Jim uhhh Hopper…?” he said his name in a way that seemed like he himself didn’t know, which made everyone, but Joyce’s heads snap up in confusion. “I got this number from Doctor Sam Owens, I called a few years ago…?” “Is he for real?” Y/N hissed at Billy? This could not go any smoother… A little pause settled as Hopper racked his brain for whatever it was, they were asking for, when he suddenly snapped his fingers and said, ‘Antique chariot’. The hand that was not holding the phone turned into a fist. “Yes, I know that the person whose code it is, is dead, but I’m not dead. As you can clearly see – hear. Now can you please send someone to Hawkins? Shit’s going down. Again.” Whoever was on the other line was not making him happy as he practically slammed his hand through the wall. “Look, just tell Owens the Russians kept me somewhere in fucking Siberia, and I’m alive, and that the Russkies have opened the Gate. Again! I need back up, a lot of it, and send them to the Hawkins Lab.” Another beat passed. “Yes, I know, Jim Hopper has been proclaimed dead, but I’m not dead!” A reluctant sigh escaped his mouth before he banged the phone onto the receiver and put his hands on his hips. “Are they coming?” Steve asked arms crossed much like Robin’s, and his shoulders dropped as Hopper shrugged. “I don’t know. He said my message would be relayed” his rough voice was filled with resignment and yet was somehow determined. “But we don’t have time to waste on waiting. We gotta start doing something. Now.” Nancy clapped her hands. “Let's go then.” That set everyone into motion. As the Party started to gather up all the aluminium foil and took out the heaters from the plugs, Billy pulled Y/N by her bicep to the side, and said, “I’m going where you’re going.” “Billy,” Y/N muttered cupping his cheeks, and he practically melted against her touch. “You have to go. You might be the only one that could get through to him.” He almost scoffed but just shook his head. “There’s no getting through to Neil; there’s no point.” “El got through to you. When even I couldn’t, El was able to…” a sympathetic yet understanding look came over her face. “Don’t cross him off, just because he’s a shitty person. I now you want a reason to not try. Trust me, I do… but if there’s even a small possibility we can get that thing out of him, we have to at least make an attempt. If only because he’s a person as well.” “A fucking despicable one,” Billy grumbled not looking into Y/N’s eyes. “No one’s arguing about that,” she said, but he wasn’t budging. “I’m not saying you have to mend your relationship after this is over, I’m not saying you have to even talk to him, after we’re done with this shit… we can leave everything behind, but we have to try and save everyone we can..." “Okay,” he softly whispered. “But you have to promise me to stay out of harm’s way.” Y/N’s head tilted to the side, ready to say she couldn’t give him that, there was no way she could promise something that was in no way in her control, but he shook his head. “If I’m doing this, if I’m going against my dad, you have to promise me, you’ll stay safe. If Hopper tells you to step back, you get out of the fucking room. If El says to run, you bolt like fucking hell… I just,” Billy shuddered at the words about to come out of his mouth. “I just can’t lose you, okay? I won’t be able to go on. Too much bad shit’s already happened because of me, because I pushed you away, and now you’re making me do the one thing I really don’t want; you’re making me be somewhere, where I don’t know you’re safe, where I can’t protect you, so please... do this one thing for me...” Desperate tears threatened to slip down her cheeks, but Y/N held them at bay. Her crying wouldn’t help anything, and there really weren’t any words that could quench his fear, as there was nothing, he could say that would stop the icy emotion from taking over her own mind, so she only tightened her grip around his palm. “Just,” Billy struggled to get the words out of his mouth but swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. “Just come back to me, okay? Preferably in one piece without a single strand on your hair amiss, but just… come back to me…” Y/N nudged his nose with her, and a small smile pulled at the corner of her lips. Even in a moment where they both were talking about their possible deaths, she could take some of his worries away, despite her not knowing it. “Hey, I already did, cause your stubborn ass wouldn’t let go of me. And as long as you do the same, we have a deal.” “Dollface, you are stuck with me. Till the very bitter end.” Then his lips were on hers. Urgent, passionate, like fire flowing through his veins, he kept their mouths pressed together for as long as possible, and Y/N was in no way pulling back. Despite the burning sensation of pain that rushed all the way down her back and even to her heels, she lifted her arms so they could drape across his shoulders, and her fingers tangled into the damp mess that was Billy’s dirty blond curls. She tugged at them, begging him to come closer, but only a thin layer of clothing and their skin were what separated the two. “Good,” Y/N gasped out as Billy finally allowed both of them to come up for some air. “I better be. Though it won’t be bitter,” Y/N remarked as she pulled back and squeezed his hand one last time in comfort. “I prefer sweet things rather than sour ones. Just look who I married –“ she used her palm to gesture at him stepping away, “the mushiest guy in Hawkins.” And although it was supposed to be lighthearted, although she was trying to make him feel better, with every step that Y/N took to join her group and discuss how they were going to go about things, Billy memorized each and every curve, dip and line of her body. He’d done it a million times before and was sure he’d never be able to forget any single detail, but knowing where she was going, who she’d be up against and who he himself would be facing, made Billy want to sear the image of her face in his mind. A hand on his shoulder brought him out of the thoughts. “You okay?” Max asked as he saw Nancy sport a compassionate look on her face as her eyes drifted away from her ex-boyfriend. Just because she wasn’t with Steve anymore and hadn’t been for years, didn’t mean she didn’t love him in her own way. And she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t relieved Johnathan wasn’t going with them to the Upside Down. Billy nodded giving his sister a tight-lipped smile. “I’m fine. Let’s get this show on the road.” With the first rays of the sun, his group piled into Nancy’s car, and with a longing look, he watched as Y/N slowly with El’s help stepped into the back of Hopper’s wagon. ‘I love you’ he mouthed in her direction and received a smirk in response. Fuck did he love that smirk. ‘I know’ she mouthed back before the doors were closed. “Nerd,” he muttered under his breath as Nancy revved up the car, and it sprung to life. They’d finish this shit once and for all. And then they’d leave Hawkins forever and would not look back. Billy would make sure of it.

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a-jynx · 4 years

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Summer Full of Secrets | Prologue; A Fuckin’ Mistake |

Description: During S3, the Harrington siblings find themselves running from another fight with the Upside Down, and running from their deeper feelings...

Pairing(s): Robin Buckley x Harrington!reader (a slow burn), Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove,

Warning(s): Cursing, underage drinking/smoking, slow burns, homophobia, homophobic mentions, fluffy, angsty, a bit of smut in later chapters, blood, gore mentions, Flayed! Billy, drugged! Steve, death, death threats mentioned,

Taglist is now opened! 💕 @memes-saved-me,

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It didn’t mean anything. It was a joke - a goof - hell, a mistake if we’re being good and completely honest. I remember running - no sprinting - out of the house. My body colliding with others, their sweat sticking to my clothes and skin as the nauseating liquor and weed scent clung to the inside of my nostrils; burning every nerve dead. My hot breath came out in pants as I stumbled onto the front porch, my hands trembling and my heart pounding against my ribs - tattooing itself against my muscles and bones.

“Fuck..,” I muttered, wobbling forward until my elbows flattened against the flimsy porch railing. “Fuck,” I growled, curling my hands into fists before turning on my heel and digging my lower back into the wood. I need a damn cigarette.

“Missy?! Missy, where-” the thick, sluggish with liquor voice quieted as I huffed, my heart pounding in my ears. I could almost hear my rushing blood… “Jesus, tell me again why you didn’t do track?” He chuckled as I scoffed, my lips pressed into a thin line as the porch creaked and groaned from under our combined weight. “What happened? Why’d you dash out?”

“Christ,” I snorted, shifting my weight. “You a cop now?” I swallowed thickly, clamping my eyes shut.

“Nah, but I wanna know who the hell I’m gonna have to kill,” Billy’s voice trailed as my eyes snapped open, gawking at him.

“What?! You are so not killing anyone, ya hood rat!” I sighed, motioning for a smoke as he rolled his icy blues before handing over the crumpled pack from his leather jackets’ breast pocket. My hands shook as I tapped it against my wrist, flopping open the lid and sneaking it between my teeth. “I… A lot happened, alright? I just… I needed some air, and some alone time,” I cut myself off, clenching my lips around the end of the cigarette, flipping the pack shut. Billy reached over, snapping out his Zippo, easily lighting it as I inhaled. “However, I guess you didn’t get the memo.”

“Can’t receive what wasn’t sent,” he quipped, snapping shut the lighter before stuffing both the pack and lighter into his breast pocket.

“Smartass,”

“Cute ass,” he smirked as I coughed on the bud, gritting my teeth as I thrust my fist into his shoulder, snarling. “Now, spill. What the hell happened up there?” He turned to where his back pressed against the railing as I turned around, my arms dangling there as I wrung my hands together. Shaking my head, the Autumn air blew past us as I inhaled slowly, almost hypnotized by the cherry glowing in front of me, reaching up I removed it from my lips and sighed out the thin fog.

“A fuckin’ mistake.”

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I hope you guys enjoy this! I apologize if it’s rough, I haven’t written in forever, so I’m a bit rusty! But, again, hope you enjoy and the taglist is open :)

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thecreelhouse · 4 years

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Kill the Lights // Chapter 15

Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Read chapter 14 here!

Summary: After Violet- formally 003, a telekinetic, electrokinetic, and clairvoyant 19 year old- loses her first family, her first love, nothing is the same. She finds herself taken in by Hopper and El, struggling to find her footing and meaning to keep fighting. The Party, especially Steve Harrington, try to show her where her strengths have been hiding all along, and that no one has to fight their battles alone. Sometimes you don’t need to be rescued, but someone’s love and support while you rescue yourself sure doesn’t hurt.

Word count: 3,001

Content warnings: angst, healing, mourning, PTSD, for the most part though comfort and fluff

Author’s note: I’m already teary getting ready to post this lol. Here we are, the last chapter of this fic! Wow! Thank you thank you thank youuuuuu if you’ve read this, reblogged and liked it, said anything nice about it- y’all giving some of your time out of your day to read this has meant so much more than I could ever express into words. This was a silly daydream that kept me occupied the past year, and being able to form it into words where others could enjoy it too.... wow. Wow?? Wow. I’ll be posting the masterlist soon, which will also include the playlist I had for writing and daydreaming this whole thing up lol. Chapter title is from ‘light on’ by Maggie rogers. Okay. I’m done rambling. Depending on how season 4 ends up, maybe eventually there will be a sequel to this fic. For now, please enjoy the ending. Grab tissues. I love y’all.

(Also huuuuuuuuge thanks to @harringtown for hyping up this fic since day one, and loving Violet as much as I do, if not more. I appreciate you and your support pal 🥺💜)

Chapter 15: Light On

Time is thought to heal all wounds. Time is supposed to be forgiving, understanding, as you heal from a loss.

For Violet, though, it felt like a lie at first. Time didn’t heal shit, wasn’t forgiving, couldn’t understand, as she grieved over losing the one, true parental figure she ever trusted in her life. She grieved for herself, for El, who had a much closer bond with Hopper. Most of all, for Joyce, who had not only a bond that strengthened with trauma and time, but history.

Seconds passed into minutes, and they passed into days, weeks, months, and time still couldn’t heal the emptiness left behind when Hopper died. Violet stayed up some nights, comforting El when she couldn’t sleep, when the trauma of the battle kept her awake. Other nights, Violet felt herself fall back into the hole she clawed her way out of earlier that year. It was dark, cold, isolated, and sickeningly enough, it felt like home... and Violet sure was desperate to feel that again.

Not much could be saved after rummaging through the cabin’s remains. Some old boxes that belonged to Hopper, and some things that belonged to El and Violet out of pure luck. Their home was a ghost now. Even if still intact, it would only be a ghost and nothing more without Hopper around. Home isn’t a place, but who you feel safe with. Violet knew that wasn’t here in these woods anymore.

In time, Violet’s powers were replenished, but El still struggled, lost without hers. Sometimes she let guilt overcome her, feeling awful she couldn’t use her powers to check, just to make sure. Make sure, what? Their dad was still alive? There was never a body recovered from the ruins of Starcourt, nor from the hell that lied underneath. Joyce never saw what actually happened to Hopper- just assumed he was taken out in the blast. El wanted more than anything to just check, hoping they were all wrong, that he was somewhere, anywhere, alive.

When Violet wasn’t shutting herself away- or rather, when Steve refused to let her slip away any further, after weeks of not seeing her- she practiced her hardest, trying to access the void like El once could. If she could levitate for even a second during the battle, she could most certainly learn how to control her powers for other means as well.

At first, it was unsuccessful, but in time, Violet began seeing flashes of present moments, along with future moments, just like she did before everything went down at Starcourt. Still, though, they moved too quickly for her to grasp onto anything. When the visions came, Steve, the kids, anyone who knew her, would drop what they were doing in an instant to write down anything she could remember. Usually, she couldn’t grasp much more than a few, vague details.

Freezing cold, snow, ice, dark- before the rest slipped away from her. Other times, she saw flashes of the Upside-Down, and only recognized it from the times she was forced there during her time in the lab. Still, neither made sense, and until she could catch onto more details, she felt it was useless. Violet struggled terribly with feeling like she could have a purpose in the world anymore. Since she failed to protect El, and couldn’t bring back Billy from the dead, she felt absolutely useless. Steve, on the other hand, tried his hardest every damn day to reassure her otherwise.

Steve wanted Violet to see so badly what he and the others saw in her. She was worth so much more than her powers. She wasn’t just a weapon like they raised her to be in the lab, nor was she only a tool to be used in times of crisis and need for good. She was worth so much more beyond that. Violet deserved to feel at home, with the people she loved, under whatever roof she lived under, and within her own skin. There were times she wanted to hide away, relapse with self harm, push everyone she loved away- but she didn’t. Even if it was because Steve made sure she didn’t at first, she always followed through to hanging on, all on her own. She knew she was slipping away, back into the dark place she was before she had found this family, but she also didn’t want to go back.

See, among all of the hurt the summer brought her, Violet definitely wanted to still live. She had lived, really, truly lived, after befriending Steve, after taking El under her wing, getting better for them, for the rest of the Party. After losing family again, she swore she’d never slip away completely. She didn’t want to just exist. She wanted to live.

Everyone was healing, but slowly, painfully. To them, in the present moment, it didn’t feel like progress at all. Over time, the longer the nightmarish memories faded into just that, memories, life began to get just a little easier. A little less painful. It didn’t completely erase what happened, and it would never go away. But maybe, just maybe, they were growing forward this whole time.

It was a cooler, but still warm night at the beginning of September 1985, when the Party was “camping out” in Steve’s backyard. It was the last time they’d all be together, before the Byers, El, and Violet would be moving away. The trees were beginning to change colors, fading in waves of autumn shades.

After the battle, Violet either spent time there or eventually at the Byers’ house, where her and El moved in. Nowadays, the Party seemed to have regular- almost nightly- sleepovers at the Harrington house. Everyone was afraid to be alone as nightmares plagued them any time they slept. Time awake was time spent with one another, afraid of what would happen if someone else was taken way too soon. Time was too precious to this group these days.

Violet eventually met Steve’s parents, like, actually met them, more than just passing glances, and was less than thrilled to put names and rotten attitudes to faces. They weren’t very fond of Violet either- with her “rebellious” style, enough emotional baggage to last a lifetime, and a past they knew very little about- but glad Steve had some reason, even if it was a girl he was dating, to stay out of their hair. They wanted nothing to do with the healing process after Starcourt burned to the ground, even without knowing all of the gruesome details of what their own son endured. It infuriated Violet, knowing they still had a part of their family, and only continued to take advantage of that fact, like life wasn’t fragile.

Violet continued to love Steve with her whole heart, give and show love where she could, where his parents refused to. Where Violet couldn’t sleep, she was able to comfort Steve after nightmares. When something triggered a fight-or-flight response in him- a car door slamming too hard, a sound effect in a movie too loud- Violet did what he had always done for her, helped him become and stay grounded.

That September night, as they all were sitting around a small fire, roasting marshmallows for s’mores, it happened- someone a few yards over began setting off small fireworks in the neighborhood. Must’ve found some leftover ones from the summer, or something. No other real reason why. A harmless move, but unknowingly snapped something in Steve’s mind.

Steve immediately froze up at the first bang! that went off, and Violet instantly noticed, grabbing his hands, then gently grabbing his face, turning it towards her.

“It’s okay, love.” She whispered, thumb gently caressing his cheek. Steve’s eyes focused on Violet’s, trying his hardest to tune out the memories creeping back. The Mind Flayer, the whole battle, watching Billy die-

“What can you see around you?” She asked softly, pushing his hair from his eyes. Steve shut his eyes for a moment, before taking a deep, shaky breath, then opening them once more. His face softened at the sight of the girl he loved.

“You.” He said right away to her, then looked up to the sky. “The moon. The stars. Those are your favorite things in the world.”

Violet smiled softly at the detail he added, nodding. “They are, love. What else?”

Steve glanced back down, now towards the kids crowded around the fire pit, who weren’t really kids anymore. Time may not have healed them much, but sure had no problem leading them into getting much older. Trauma definitely aided in the aging process, too, but through and through, they were still so young, and doing their best to enjoy that every moment they could.

“A bunch of goofballs, hogging all the marshmallows.” He said, laughing, as they had all given up actually roasting them, and just shoving them in their mouths instead.

“Hey! You invited us!” Lucas scoffed, pointing to Steve, and Mike nodded, adding, “and we bought the marshmallows! No law saying you have to share.”

“Doesn’t mean you should completely avoid sharing! Where’s your manners?” Steve joked back, easing back into reality. Violet sighed quietly, relieved. She moved her arms back around his waist as they cuddled under a blanket- the one Joyce gave Violet earlier that year, after her major mental breakdown. A major turning point in Violet’s life and road of recovery. The worn blanket was one of the few, prized possessions she salvaged among the debris of the cabin. Her literal security blanket.

“Steve’s got a point, you guys don’t need all of that sugar, anyway. You’re gonna be up for the next ten years with all that in your system.” Robin added, glaring at the boys in disgust, who continued to only inhale the sugary sweets. Max and El nodded, agreeing with her.

“See! You two can’t even share with your girlfriends? Now that’s just wrong. And I have to suffer in a long distance relationship? This is absolutely unfair.” Dustin chimed in on the verbal attack. All the kids burst into multiple arguments, adding to the comic relief. So maybe they’ve grown a lot since the battle, but moments like this just reminded Violet how they were still just kids. They deserved peace, an easy year for once. An easy rest of their days, for as long as possible.

As they continued, now counting out loud how many marshmallows they’ve each had, Steve ducked his head down closer to Violet, who noticed and turned to face him.

“Hm?” Violet hummed, tilting her head a bit.

“Thank you, for helping me earlier.” Steve whispered.

“I only learned from the best, y’know.” Violet smirked up at her boyfriend, and he blushed.

“Do you really have to move? There’s plenty of room for you here. My parents clearly don’t give a shit about anything that involves me... so...”

“Steve, you know I have to go. I can’t leave El. We’re all each other has right now.”

Steve frowned a bit at her words. “That’s not totally true. You two have me, the rest of the kids, Robin-“

“I know. I know, I just think she needs some normalcy, and maybe we’ll find that when we leave Hawkins for a little while. We could both use some fresh air away from here. It’s not forever, I promise.” Violet explained, resting her head on his shoulder. Steve sighed, understanding what she meant, but still bummed out.

“It’s gonna suck without you here. We’re all gonna miss you and El a lot.” He whispered, staring back at the kids, who moved past the marshmallow meltdown, and were cracking jokes around the fire. Robin just rolled her eyes at every terrible punchline, glancing over towards Violet and Steve, eyes sad for her best friend. She knew Steve would be taking this hard, especially when they actually left by the morning.

“We’ll visit, as much as we can.” She replied. “I’m even going to look for a car, with the money I saved this summer. So I’ll be dragging El along, safely, for visits to see you all.”

Violet picked her head back up, gently kissing Steve’s jawline before speaking up again. “This is gonna work. You and I, I mean.”

“Oh, it has to. I refuse to let Dustin’s long distance relationship with Suzie outlast you and I.” Steve joked, and a giggle rose out of Violet. Steve wrapped his arm around her tighter, pulling her closer to him, wishing that was more than enough to keep her here with him.

The night rolled on, and eventually the kids began to retreat to the tents they pitched in the yard earlier that day. Robin gave up on sleeping outside, saying goodnight and heading back inside to crash on the couch. Violet and Steve refused to sleep, though, knowing this was the last night they’d have together for awhile. The quiet settled among them in the air, and Violet embraced how easily she fell into the peace. She wanted nothing more than to stay here, in this moment, in Hawkins. It was unfolding into one of those nights that she loved to imagine saving for a rainy day. She’d be revisiting this memory as much as possible once they move away.

“C’mere, I want to show you something,” Violet whispered, getting up onto her feet and pulling Steve up with her. She glanced around to the neighboring houses, checking to see if anyone was awake and looking that shouldn’t be. She crept up to the side of Steve’s house, with him closely following behind.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked cautiously, brow raised. Violet smiled up at him when the coast was clear.

“You trust me?”

“Was that not clear this whole summer?” Steve chuckled. Violet smiled, blushing and nudging his shoulder with her palm. “Yes, of course I trust you.”

“Hold on to my hands, tight, okay?”

Violet’s nose began bleeding, and Steve’s eyes grew wide, realizing what she was up to.

Slowly, an unseen force- Violet’s powers, her strength- began to tug at both her and Steve, gently, steadily lifting the two of them off of the ground. Like magic, like a dream, they floated, they levitated, like the night Violet did it out of pure adrenaline during the battle. But now, she was as calm as Steve had seen her since that night. A smile crept up on her face as she kept her hold on Steve’s hands, though his grip was certainly tighter than hers.

They continued to rise, above the trees surrounding his house, and to the roof, where Violet gently landed their feet.

“I’ve been practicing.” Violet simply said, as if it was a basic skill, still holding onto Steve. His jaw still hung open, floored and impressed by what his favorite human could do. Even after all this time, he was still in awe any time Violet used her powers. Even a little intimidated still by the power she held. He still stood by what he said, that it didn’t define her worth, but god damn he couldn’t lie how cool it was. How incredible Violet was.

“You’re too damn cool for me.” Steve said, glancing over the edge of the house, then back up to Violet, afraid of the height they were at. Violet sat closer to him, getting cozy on the most flat part of the roof.

“King Steve would have nothin’ on me, huh?” Violet laughed, nudging Steve’s shoulder. He shook his head as he laughed.

“You’d even give that asshole a run for his money.” Steve said jokingly about his past persona. “I’m glad you never met me back then.”

Violet hummed gently before responding. “I think I would have seen the real you regardless. You’re a genuinely good person, Steve. That’s hard to cover up, even behind a dickbag attitude.”

Steve gently laughed again, and Violet wished she could hear it forever, record it, take it with her everywhere she went. It was one of her favourite sounds in the world.

“Meeting you definitely helped me grow even more, you know.” He said, voice still soft but serious now. Violet blushed and glanced away for a second, biting her lip.

“I can say the same about meeting you.” She said, kissing his cheek. “I like who we’ve grown into so far.”

The couple rested back on the roof, getting a clear view of the night sky, glowing brightly with a full moon and all the stars surrounding it. Violet’s pain was constant, but it was the last thing on her mind in this moment. She knew Amy and Hopper both would never want her to dwell on the sadness. To live in mourning. It’s no way to live. She knew that well now.

“Can I ask for one more favor?” Steve broke the silence, smirking over at Violet.

“I dunno, Harrington. You’re getting pretty needy tonight.” Violet teased, glancing over at her boyfriend.

The way the moon’s light lit up his face melted her heart into a puddle. She wanted to stay in Hawkins, she would kill to stay in this moment forever. She felt safest under a night sky, next to the boy she fell in love with months ago. This boy, who was once terrified of Violet and her powers, who saw past her walls, who continued to uplift and support her, remind her that she was worth the space she took up. She never wanted to leave Steve’s side, but knew it had to happen to continue healing.

“Kill the lights, for old time’s sake?” Steve whispered as he looked at Violet, and she rolled her eyes, laughing.

“Sure, love.” And with an outstretched hand, she forced the street lamps on his block to shut off. Any outdoor lights nearby powered down, too. Jokingly she whispered, “you’re lucky I love you, Steve Harrington.”

“I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world to be loved by you, Violet Hopper.”

#kill the lights #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x ofc #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things x oc #stranger things x ofc #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fanfiction #iiiiiii am so EMOTIONAL BYE

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multiseries-imagines-blog · 5 years

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Welcome to Hawkins

Request: Yes Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader Warning: implied smut, not really any just a mention

A/N: this was a request but I thought it would also be great to combine it with the 1.2K writing challenge @dacremontgomerylover has, so this is what it came out. I have wanted to write for Billy for a while and this is my first piece of work I have done for him so I hope you enjoy this x

Words: 1.3k

Billy Hargrove with a shy reader who wants him to feel welcome in Hawkins but is super nervous around him. She breaks into his locker to leave him some "welcoming" cookies.

14. “you´re so cute”

45. “I made them for you”

part II

You have lived your entire life in the small town of Hawkins. Always loved the familiar and kind surroundings; the forests full with brown leaves in the autumn and bright green ones on summer. You loved the familiarity between the villagers, you all knew each other since it wasn´t a big town; so whenever you had visitors, it was quick and easy to know.

Everyone had their part in the small town; Hopper was the chief, Jonathan was known as the photographer, Nancy was the intelligent one, Steve was the popular kid, and you? You were the sweet and innocent girl. You were known for your welcoming desserts or foods, always taking either one of those to the new resident. You had made a casserole when the Anderson´s moved into your house next to yours and you also made an upside down cake for Brooks. You were sweet to everyone, never losing your nerves or getting into any type of drama.

You were always willing to help in whatever way you could, so whenever the school made a dance you were a chaperone, or when the school needed funding to fix the gym you raised the money by making a desserts sales. You were Hawkins sweetheart in everyone´s eyes.

So one day you were walking your dog, Cooper, around the neighborhood. This was something you always did on Sundays, right before you went for dinner with your family. It was kind of a tradition, all your family would gather to have some fancy diner, play some games and then go back home to get ready for school the following day. When you were walking back home along with Cooper you saw a moving truck right outside the Anderson´s house, which had been on sale for three months now. The Anderson´s were really nice neighbors; they were a lovely married couple with two young daughters who brought joy to the neighbor.

Your neighbor wasn´t the fanciest or the funniest to be in, actually everyone who lived in it has at least some grandchildren. So when you saw a beautiful blue Camaro parked right in front of the doorway you got excited. It meant that someone around your age was moving in, and not to offend any of the older but you got bored easily around the area. You were excited to go knock on the door and meet the new family, offer your help in the moving in but Cooper had other plans for you. He somehow got free from his leash and ran away, you following right after him, trying to catch him before he got lost. When you finally caught the small animal, you went straight home, tired from all the running.

The following day you got up like every other school day, you took a shower, brushed your teeth and got dressed. This time you had put a little more detail to your outfit, excited to meet the new guy or girl that was going to attend your school. Your outfit consisted on some high waisted clear jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt along with some white sneakers. You took your backpack, which you had prepared the night before and put in the container you filled with some cookies. Soon enough you were walking my way to school.

When you arrived to school you began to look for any unfamiliar face, it was not that hard to know when you had a new student around, and the cheerleaders that went pass you confirmed it.

“Oh my god. Have you seen the new hottie?” Megan said, dramatically bringing her hand to her chest

“Have you seen his ass?” said Sophie

“I´m calling dibs” said Megan

“That´s not fair” this time it was Jessica

“He flirted with me” Megan did a hair flip trying to bring herself some attention

“I´m pretty sure a smile is not flirting but whatever”

And then they were gone. You now knew you were looking for a male figure but he was still nowhere to be seen. The bell rang and you sighed, making your way to your history class. You were not a nerd but you enjoyed listening and paying attention to the lesson so that you had less work to do when you arrived home. The class went by pretty calm, no signs of the new guy. You took notes and did an assignment with Steve who was sitting next to you on the table.

“Have you met the new guy?” you asked him

“Yes, he´s an ass” Steve responded with an eye roll

“Are you sure? He´s new, maybe he´s just nervous”

“Or you just try to see all the good in everyone…”

Steve and you continued to do the assignment. When the bell rang you decided to go look for Nancy, maybe she could help you find the new guy. But as you approach Nancy´s locker you saw someone you couldn´t recognize. As you got closer you scanned him, he was wearing some jeans, a white shirt and a demin jacket, his blonde hair styled in a mullet, his curls falling in the back of his neck and the top of his shoulders. You stood behind him and cleared your throat in order to bring his attention but he didn´t seem to notice you. So you tapped his shoulder. He was fairly higher than you and when he turned around you felt intimidated. He just stayed still, staring at you and waiting for you to say something.

“Hello, I´m y/n. I noticed you´re new and thought I would come by and introduce myself and welcome youo to Hawkins”

You smiled but he seemed confused, intrigued by your sudden actions. No one in the town had the guts to come and introduce themselves; he had already made himself a reputation when he began a fight with no other than Steve Harrington, the popular one. It was just a stupid fight which got out of hands, one to establish his dominance in the new school.

Billy checked you out, he thought you were extremely beautiful and your innocent vibe gave him chills. From that moment he knew he was going to have you, one way or another, wreck that innocence of yours. He laid his back on his locker and stared at you.

“Hey, I´m Billy, Billy Hargrove” his voice went one octave down and smiled at you

“I made them for you... for you and your family” you said while taking the container with cookies out of you bag, handing it to him

“You´re so cute” he said while taking the container in his hands

He took one out, looking at you straight on the eye while taking a bite. You were expectant to see if he liked them so you stayed there, not catching the whole flirting thing since no one had ever tried to seduce you before.

“Do you like them?”

Billy was shocked and confused as to why you weren´t begging to be on his bed already, he didn´t think you could be that oblivious to the situation.

“They are really good” he did that characteristic smirk while licking his lips in order to get the attention that he wanted.

But the bell rang, indicating the end of the break and taking your mind from his actions and to worrying you would be late. Billy didn´t seem to care about being punctual to his class.

“I´m glad you liked them. I noticed we live in the same neighborhood so if you ever need help with anything, me and my family are more than glad to help you. I´ll see you around”

You gave Billy a smile and left. The blue-eyed guy stayed there, against his locker, wondering why you didn´t catch his flirting, if it was on purpose or you were unaware of his seduction. And the fact that you had completely ignored him, made him even more curious about you, more interested in getting to you.

#dacremontgomerylover1.2k #stranger things #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine

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For Old Time’s Sake

Summary: It’s 1995 in Hawkins. When Heather Johnson returns home for the Hawkins High School reunion, she comes face to face with an old lover. Or, alternatively, the one where Steve falls in love with Heather all over again.

Steve Harrington x oc

Warnings: 18+, mature content, smut

Tags: @casaharrington

The town of Hawkins kept its secrets well. From the outside, and to every kid who made a run for it after high school, not much about the town changed. Small town stillness washed over the buildings and suburban homes that Heather Johnson passed on the drive home to her parents’ place. If not for the empty lot where the Dairy Queen had been and the newly painted houses, Hawkins could have been a time machine to 1985.

She parked curbside outside of her childhood home. Through the trees, just past the Harrington home, she could vaguely make out the ruins of what was once Hawkins Lab. Even abandoned, it brought bile to her throat. When Heather left Hawkins, danger eschewed the rosy lens of childhood she knew it under. Time blurred and muddied her memories, but fleeting images of a boy with a baseball bat comforted her; whatever it was, they defeated it together.

Heather yanked the keys from the ignition. She didn’t come back to dig up old nightmares. Steadying her breath, she hauled her suitcase from the hatch of her car into her old home. Whatever she saw ten years ago in that shadowy building couldn’t hurt her now.

She retired to her bedroom that night with a head swimming in unsaid words and forgotten dreams she bottled up and left here in Hawkins. Traveling through the hallways of her parents’ house brewed an unwelcome, lonely sense of dejavú that could swallow Heather whole.

The door closed softly behind her. Heather looked to the window next door, partially out of habit, partially wrapped up in foolish hope, but instead found the curtains drawn. She longed for the secret notes passed through window panes on late nights and the stolen kisses as he stumbled into her bedroom. That was- they were- long gone now.

Now, standing alone in her girlish lilac bedroom, she felt like a stranger in her own life. The knick-knacks, trophies, polaroids, and photo booth strips belonged to someone else entirely. She thumbed over the picture frame sitting proudly on her nightstand, swiping the dust away from the picture-perfect memory of two smitten teens. Her mother must have retrieved it from the floor and replaced it sometime after she left. The crack down the center obscured her face, but she cared more about the way Steve looked at her. Just as she let herself want, her finger caught on the crack and blood sullied the cheap frame. Cursing, she cushioned the wound between her lips to dull the bleeding.

Heather Johnson blossomed into her own person through the past decade; she had a place to call her own, a job she felt passionately for, everything she once doubted she could earn without her Daddy’s help. Something about Hawkins, though, made that woman shrink slowly back into the scared girl who ran away from it.

High school for Heather looked picture perfect. In some ways, it had been, yet a part of her always felt sandwiched into the tiny pond that Hawkins was and desperate to swim upstream into the outside world. For someone with as many friends and as surrounded by people as Heather the Cheerleader had been, she never felt more lonely. Her friends’ parents worked boring desk jobs that required no traveling and most of them had one boyfriend or another to waste their time with. She kissed as many boys as she could just trying to make up for the loneliness she felt in her parents’ absence; it always found its way back. Until Steve.

Steve Harrington lived next door. He talked too much, slept around quite a bit, and had a poor taste in friends. Heather might nod along and listen as Laurie or Becky rambled off reasons why he could not be trusted, but she never cared to listen. She liked to think she knew Steve perfectly well.

The first time Heather met Steve, she might have agreed with what her friends thought of him. They knew each other only through summer block parties and whatever other events their parents dragged them to until 1982. That summer leading up to sophomore year changed a lot for Heather; her body filled out and her Dad started leaving home more. She took up a job lifeguarding at the community pool and returned to school in August sunkissed, slightly curvy, and in need of a little trouble. Steve, who received a shiny new BMW for his sixteenth birthday, looked exactly like the kind of trouble she wanted.

She had him completely, utterly wrapped around her finger by the end of September. Heather and Steve soiled every inch of that car as summer came to autumn. She only meant to distract herself, but her desire for fire and trouble died down into an ache for the boy next door. Heather let herself love him wholly. Steve became her future; he tamed her rebellious spirit into a lovestruck girl who wanted only for him to stay with her forever.

Forever, for Heather and Steve, instead became the beginning of junior year. He stomped on her heart and spit it right back at her. As Heather pulled back to lick her wounds, Steve zeroed in on his next prey. Nancy Wheeler stood for everything Heather could never be. Girls like Nancy didn’t just offer up their virginities to the first boy who called them pretty or invent their own hangover cures out of necessity. Heather hated the thought of Steve with someone like that, because she could never be half as good. Good girls like Nancy shone like blank canvases void of any tarnish and squeaky-clean enough to bring home to Mom; Heather the Whore and her Father-sized baggage could never compete with a girl like that.

Even now, the sight of that swimming pool nauseated her. Mr. Harrington had it drained years ago, but she only saw the very end of Barbara Holland’s life, the thing that took her, and the boy she still loved already falling for Nancy Wheeler, all right outside her bedroom window. Heather yanked her curtains shut. The demogorgon might be unreachable now, but nothing so far healed her battered little heart.

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“Joey, you little shit! Let go of your sister’s hair”

Heather clung to the kitchen island, watching as the red-headed toddlers tornadoed across the living room. Carol stormed out of the bedroom sporting only one shoe and looking more grown up than Heather ever imagined she would be. Tommy and Carol’s wedding unsurprisingly predated the prompt birth of their first child by mere months. Between the two nightmares currently messing up their house and the heavily pregnant bump in her purple gown, Carol looked about one temper tantrum away from a spectacular breakdown of her own.

However exhausted parenthood and married life looked to someone like Heather, that new sheen in Carol’s eyes and the bizarrely adult change in Tommy’s demeanor suggested otherwise. The life of a Hawkins housewife, with all its cliquey glory and PTA snobs, suited Carol’s catty nature and, to everyone’s surprise, fatherhood had calmed Tommy’s recklessness. Heather took one look at their messy, chaotic, love-filled life, and her confidence crumbled. Her life in New York outpaced anything Hawkins could offer her, but she couldn’t pretend that she had once not wanted anymore more than this life with Steve.

“For fuck’s sake Tommy, would you hurry up?”

Carol herded her husband towards the door, cursing under her breath at his inability to correctly tie a necktie. If not for the wedding rings and Carol’s baby bump, Heather might have mistaken the scene for a recreation of their senior prom night.

Heather piled into the backseat of Carol’s mini-van. Tommy stuck his head out of the driver’s seat as they sped off to Hawkins High, screaming:

“Class of ‘85, motherfuckers!”

Carol yanked him back into the car by the collar. She added a swift smack to the head for good measure. Heather smiled to herself; at least some things never did change.

As the burgundy minivan pulled into the spot once reserved for Heather’s Jeep, she saw her life from the outside. Without the safety of her green and white cheerleading outfit, Hawkins High School looked a whole lot less impressive than back in the day.

Tommy and Carol dispersed into the crowd not long after their arrival, while Heather gravitated towards the open bar. She greeted passersby who recognized her and watched the crowd swell. She stirred her drink absently and watched the night unfold around her.

Old cheer squad members earned careers in fashion or television or teaching. Her third grade best friend married her ninth grade lab partner. Old Hawkins friends gathered like nothing ever changed, but Heather felt acutely aware that everything had.

Meanwhile, Steve tore himself away from a conversation with a few classmates he only vaguely remembered. He stopped a few feet away from her, as if unsure whether or not to proceed.

Time dealt Steve Harrington the short hand. He stayed in Hawkins, he told himself, not out of fear but just to keep an eye on things for a while. Jim Hopper promised to call if any more monsters popped up. No need, he said. I think I’ll stick around a while longer. First, Nancy and Jonathan Byers, even Billy Hargrove, graduated and took the fast track out of town. By the time Dustin and Lucas and Mike and the rest of the rugrats set off to college, Steve was fresh out of excuses.

Hopper took a quick visit down to the record store where Steve took up a job to pay his bills. He leaned down over the counter Steve worked behind and lowered his voice:

“What the hell are you still doing here, kid? We both know you don’t belong in this shithole.”

“Yeah,” he deadpanned. “You’re probably right”

Hopper, more a father to Steve than his own ever was, refused to let him give up like this. Where Steve saw in himself the self-righteous asshole who vandalized the town movie theater, Hopper saw the young man who readily put his own life on the line to save those kids.

“Look, I don’t really care what you do,” he lied. “Just quit feeling sorry for yourself and do something with your life.”

The next morning, Hopper arrived at the station to find Steve Harrington sitting with his tail between his legs in the chair facing his desk. By that time the next year, he was the latest member of the Hawkins PD. And a damn good one at that, he might add.

For the first time in his life, Steve had everything he could want. Everything, that is, except someone to share it with.

His heart skittered as he worked up the courage to get Heather alone. He’d heard that she came alone and wanted little more than to catch her attention. Things ended so badly between them- his fault, really- that he hardly imagined she wanted to see him again. So, with the same sense of humility as that fateful morning in Chief Hopper’s office, he tapped her shoulder:

“Save me a dance? For old time’s sake.”

Gooseflesh rippled her bare arms; she would recognize that voice anywhere. Heather set her cocktail glass on the bar, turning her head towards him. He looked the spitting image of the nervous boy who first asked to take her out to the movies. Hands scrunched in his suit pockets, and sporting the very same crooked smile she remembered, Steve Harrington stood before her.

Heather’s powder blue dress blended well with her skin tone in the dim gym lighting and her dark hair popped against the fabric. His heart swelled at the sight of her standing in the very same gym they shared their first kiss in. Steve wondered how he ever let a girl like that slip through his fingers.

“Okay,” she said. “For old time’s sake”

He led her by the hand to the makeshift dance floor, feeling for the first time in ages the sweaty anticipation of a lovestruck school boy. Her rosy cheeks swelled with a smile in tandem with her shaky hands as they locked between the ducktail of hair at the nape of his neck. His hands resting easily on her hips, they danced.

“Y’know,” he chuckled. “I really didn’t expect to see you again. I’m glad I did”

The way he looked at her, even after all these years, sent Heather to the verge of tears; no one had looked at her like since she was a teenager. Since she and Steve were in love.

“Yeah,” her voice came out soft and small. “Me, too.”

They’d come full circle. Although life led them in different directions, and took Heather and Steve to the wrong people in their journey to find the love they first had in each other, it seemed their story looped back to that dingy old gym. Steve knew the second he saw her that tonight would be a whole lot more than reminiscing with a lost lover. Even if Heather didn’t know that, yet, Steve didn’t mind waiting.

Steve would wait forever for her if it only meant that he could see that smile one last time. The way her brown eyes sparkled in the dim lighting, the way her hips filled out the fabric of her gown, the way her delicate touch ghosted over him as they danced; Heather was filled with reminders of the way he once loved her. The way Steve still loved her.

Heather cupped his cheek, stroking it with her thumb and watching after him with a melancholy smile.

“I am so proud of you,” she whispered.

Heather clung to her once-lover long past the end of slow songs, the two swaying to synthetic pop tunes. It seemed that each of them darted around fears that, should they let go of each other, they might never get the chance to do so again. Whether she admitted it to herself or not, Heather let herself believe that, maybe, she was always meant to find her way back to him. She felt not like an adult but once again like a teenage girl nervously dancing with the prom date of her dreams.

He nuzzled his nose forward against her cheek. His hot breath fanned out against her skin and pulled her in even more. The sweet, mesmerizing scent of Steve’s rosewood cologne, the ghost of spearmint chewing gum, and a hint of musk hypnotized Heather. As he finally kissed her, Heather folded into his touch. The kiss was a decade in the making, the kind featured on movie screens and cheesy discount novels. Every word they were too afraid to speak into existence and all their repressed emotions poured into the kiss.

Reluctantly, he broke off the kiss. Only as the final song of the night faded into its closing note did Heather pull herself away from his warmth. Steve stole a quick kiss to her cheek. They walked slowly towards the edge of the dance floor.

“Here,” he said. Steve draped his sports coat over Heather’s shoulders.

Hair bouncing along with his lopsided grin, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of Heather and that captivating laugh of hers. Even as she led him away from the dance floor, Steve found himself absorbed in her. Her neatly styled hair fell rebelliously out of place, the heat on her cheeks and perspiration from nerves and the dancing all adding just the right amount of lived-in smudge to her make-up. Heather looked radiant. The words fell out of his loose lips like thoughts so strong that his mouth couldn’t contain them:

“You’re beautiful.”

She slumped into a seat, letting out a breathy laugh. He slid into the empty chair beside her. Although his mind seemed acutely aware that they were running on borrowed time, Steve swore that the night would last forever. Time was edging on despite his best efforts to run backwards against the current; he would never be fifteen again, and their relationship would never be from a clean slate again.

She thanked him quietly. Another stolen kiss followed. The night grew thin around them, their classmates retiring to whatever lives they put on pause for the night's trip down memory lane, but neither could be bothered to tear themselves away. Heather was quiet for some time afterwards, trying to make sense of her emotions. Steve turned to her, forehead pulled in thought:

“We made quite the mess, didn’t we?”

Heather paused, tearing herself away from the fears of yesterday. Her eyes flickered to him. She smiled sadly. All Steve has to do was stay. When it was Heather’s turn to choose Steve, she decided to run instead. It seemed neither of them had the courage to face the very real feelings between them that even time and betrayal couldn’t seem to erase.

“Yeah,” she said eventually. “We sure did.”

He chuckled dryly, rubbing his palms together in thought. The universe seemed to laugh at them, to revel in the tragedy of their bad timing; love itself just wasn’t enough to make them work. His eyes begged Heather to ease his nerves. Steve needed Heather to give him some sign that this was more than just in his head.

“Why is this so hard for us?”

The worry in his tired face looked all too familiar to Heather. A sinking feeling returned to her stomach.

It wasn’t until the summer after graduation that Heather let herself start to forgive Steve for breaking her heart. With the drama and confines of high school now behind them, Heather and Steve vowed to make that summer theirs. A last hurrah of bad decisions with minimal consequences. What they intended to be a string of crashed house parties and getting drunk by the quarry instead was a summer filled with late-night conversations on the hood of Steve’s car. With Heather often teetering between sunburnt and sun-kissed after a shift at the community pool and Steve sticky and burnt out from serving ice cream at Starcourt Mall, they lacked much time or energy to live out the summer they outlined.

Neither of them really minded the extra time to themselves. In fact, Steve soon found himself excited for his shift to end and comforted by the knowledge that Heather was waiting for him in the parking lot, food in hand. By late June, Heather had his order memorized and Billy Hargrove had stopped trying to get her to hang around with him past closing time. That was how they found themselves devouring take out from Dairy Queen, still in their work uniforms, and sitting closer than necessary on the BMW.

She wiped the grease from her fingers with a napkin, laughing. Heather caught a glimpse of Steve in her peripheral vision- dripping with happiness, a shine to his eyes, his Scoops Ahoy sailor hat sagging lowly on his head.

Having Heather back in his life, even if only for brief, stolen moments on the hood of his BMW and late summer nights thick with their past, the future; it patched up the broken parts of his battered heart. She felt like home. It might only be for the summer, but Steve fully intended to hold onto every second with Heather that he could.

“Hey, Steve?”

He looked so eager, so happy to see her. Steve wouldn’t even know what hit him. That summer, he slowly tore down the walls their break-up built against her and she knew from the start that she couldn’t take him with her. The thing about running away from her problems, it seemed, was that Heather had to abandon every good thing in her life right along with the bad. Unfortunately, that included Steve.

She knew she should have told him from the beginning, that she never should have let herself get that close to him again so soon before leaving town. Heather should have told him, and yet she couldn't bring herself to break it to him. Not that Heather hadn’t tried to; she had, many times. It just hurt too much.

His laughter tapered off into an inquisitive hum.

“Do you ever think about leaving Hawkins?”

Maybe it had treated him less than kindly the past year or so, but it was still the only home Steve had ever known. The thought of skipping town never crossed his mind. He decided a long time ago that he would stand his ground and fight until his dying breath if he had to- Steve was braver, more stubborn than Heather that way. Another reason she would tell herself they didn’t work out; Steve Harrington was a fighter but Heather Johnson was a survivor. And sometimes that meant putting herself first.

“No, I can’t say that I have. Why?”

She shrugged, uncharacteristically shy:

“I don’t know,” she balled the napkin up into a makeshift stress ball. “I-I just think maybe I need to get out of this town, Steve. Parts of me can’t seem to shake what I saw, what I did-“

She let Barbara Holland die. Heather watched from her bedroom and did nothing as the thing ate her whole. And when she saw the damn thing again, she hadn’t been strong enough to kill it. She couldn’t save its future victims.

“Hey,” Steve pulled her under his arm. “Don’t say that, okay? You did what you could… We all did. It’s not your fault.”

Tilting her chin upwards with his fingertips, Steve pressed a meaningful kiss to her lips. She leaned into him. His embrace quieted her thoughts enough to mute her worries away. It wasn’t the first kiss they shared that summer, but something hid behind it that made Heather unable to shake him- so much so that she lost her nerve to break the news to him. She left Hawkins the next morning, while Steve dreamt of seeing her again.

The guilt ate at her from the inside out until the town she once loved only suffocated her with living nightmares and her own inadequacies. Deep down, Heather knew that running away from her problems would not solve anything. Still, she craved a change of scenery, an escape from the reminders of what Hawkins truly was under its all-American suburban facade. Hawkins was, quite simply, home to the gates of Hell and Heather didn’t want to stick around and wait for them to crack their way open again.

They had, eventually, done just that; only, Heather wasn’t by Steve’s side that July Fourth when he needed her the most.

Steve stood abruptly, offering her his hand:

“You want to get a drink?”

Nodding, she smiled. The last thing she wanted was to leave Steve’s side. Heather took his hand and followed him through the parking lot. They walked in a comfortable silence. She squeezed his hand in hers.

“Steve?”

The pair paused beside his car. Heather glanced up at him with the guilt of a child caught breaking their parents’ valuables while playing inside the house.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you I was leaving,” she paused. “I should have.”

Steve’s eyes softened. He brushed loose hair from her face, smiling sadly.

“I know you are,” he said. “It’s okay, Heather. That was a long time ago.”

Forgiven or not, Heather still juggled her feelings of guilt and lingering feelings for Steve between stolen glances on the drive home. He may have absolved her, but Heather still needed

to forgive herself first.

“Come on,” Steve opened the passenger door. “How ‘bout that drink?”

---

The pair of them stumbled into Steve’s old bedroom between stolen kisses and wandering hands. Retracing steps from a lifetime ago, they fumbled blindly in the dim lighting, too utterly consumed in each other to care much for the world outside those walls. There was only the electric rush of pure, raw sexual chemistry and unresolved feelings.

Steve pulled back momentarily, lips dripping in unspoken words. Heather shook her head, stroking his cheek sensually with her thumb:

“Not now, Steve,” she shushed him, her waiting kiss soaking up his silent fears.

He pulled her hips flush against his torso, working blindly on her dress zipper. Steve’s rough palms explored every inch of her flesh that he could reach. He pinched purple hickies into the crook of her neck, chasing after her as her head flopped in pleasure. Heather hadn’t let anyone mark her skin that way in years. Steve made her feel young again, like his touch was the Fountain of Youth and she was Ponce de Leon, drinking him in deeply.

Her dress pooled on the floor around her feet as Steve pushed the thin straps from her shoulders. She looked even more mesmerizing than he remembered. Heather grew into her curves; time transformed her from a bewitching teenage beauty to the woman of Steve’s dreams. And he wanted to feel, to taste, every inch of her.

Spreading her legs apart ever so slightly, Steve dropped to his knees before her. He thumbed at her through the meager fabric of her lace panties. Another hickey on her smooth upper thigh. He groaned at the smell of her arousal. His expert mouth latched hungrily onto her core through the fabric.

Heather wriggled in pure, hot pleasure against his magical lips. Her fingers dug into his scalp, pulling on his hair just the way she knew drove him crazy. Steve pushed aside her panties, buried his nose, his lips into her most sensitive nerves. She tasted like heaven to him, the mere sight of her writhing above him an ethereal vision. Her taste dizzied him and Steve coddled her closer to his lips.

Steve loved the chase almost as much as the kill itself. He knew what he was doing, and knew he was damn good at it, too. If Steve had been a wolf in the bedroom as a teenager, then the only thing to stop him now was a silver bullet. And Heather was his full moon.

Her first orgasm hit hard and unexpectedly early, received by Steve’s eager tongue. He pulled her in by the neck for another kiss. The salty taste of her own arousal clinging to his breath intrigued Heather; touching Steve turned all her other experiences into blurry non-memories. Touching Steve felt like coming home after a long day.

The sight of Steve in all his naked glory sent Heather into a tizzy. She licked teasingly along his length, easing her way into giving him the head of his life. As she worked, Heather focused in on the bliss reflected in his face.

“Jesus,” he whined. “I forgot how good you were at that.”

Eager to be inside her, Steve reluctantly pulled her back up to her feet. He backed her up against the bed. Heather melted back against his pillows, a siren waiting for him to fall right into her trap. He kneeled over her figure. Steve kissed her sweetly. One hand thumbed at her clit. In one fluid motion, he pushed inside her.

Steve loved the way she clung to her. Her touch only egged him on. Steve rutted into her deeply. He made love to her with a veracity and dedication that put every other man she’d been with to shame. It was only Steve.

With one final grunt sandwiched by her name, Steve came deep inside of her.

She fell back against his sheets, spent in a fucked-out bliss. Heather felt her life in the city slipping further from her mind the more Steve Harrington and his magnificent cock drew her to a future here.

“Do you remember what you said to me the night Nancy and I broke up?”

Heather hummed in her sleepy daze, nodding:

“Sure, I do.”

“Did you mean it?”

She rolled over on the pillow to face him, fully awake now. Heather blinked through the darkness. Grasping in the dark, she clamped their hands together. From behind his messy hair, Steve looked like a shivering puppy left out in the rain. A soft smile graced her lips. She thought of the last time she saw that look.

“She never loved me.”

Nancy might have been the good girl toying around with Hawkins’ playboy, but instead she tore Steve to shreds and ran for the hills. Now, he wanted someone to sympathize with him. Heather, though, had no room in her life to be anyone’s second choice.

Heather tossed the hat to her candy striper costume on the duvet, sighing. She pawed at the vomit stain on her skirt with a damp towel. Perhaps the only person in town who had missed Steve and Nancy’s fallout, Heather left Tina’s party early to lull a dangerously intoxicated Brittany Matthews home before she ruined anyone else’s costume.

“What? Why are you even here, Steve?”

“I don’t know,” he shrunk down. “This is the first place I thought of.”

Oblivious to his pity party, Heather fussed about. She tried to clean the night’s memory of her drunken, sophomore team mate nearly passed out on Tina’s front porch right off her dress right along with the stain.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Steve?”

“Nancy,” he suddenly fell sheepish. “She never loved me.”

Heather watched after him, incredulous. Her hands gripped at the soiled towel as she bit her tongue. Steve, craving some sort of reaction from her, pressed on:

“I should have known,” he sulked. “I mean…God, when did I become such a fuck-up? This is bullshit. Of course it was. I should have known no one could love me-”

“Oh, fuck you! I did! I loved you so much, Steve. You had to have known that.

“What? Heather-”

“You broke my fucking heart, Steve. I’m not about to pretend that I didn’t see this coming and I’m sure as hell not your shoulder to cry on”

She tossed the soiled washcloth right at his chest. If Steve hadn’t been crying before, he sure was now. Still no movement.

“But-“

“I think you should leave.”

When he made no moves to do so, some part of her snapped right along with the last string of her heart that still reached out for Steve. She plucked the picture frame from her nightstand, their picture, and chucked it towards him, only narrowly missing his head. It landed on the floor under her dresser, as cracked and broken as their relationship, where it stayed until well after Heather graduated and left home.

“Get the fuck out, Steve.”

He faltered a moment, her words hitting him full-force with the one thing he must have known and feared but chose to ignore for the past year. Thick layers of tears caked his cheeks. Steve moved slowly and fluidly back towards the window he snuck in through, hoping all the while that he might uncover some magic words to undo the damage he slung onto her poor heart. He found only silence, and by the time his feet hit the ground, Steve knew he’d really done it this time.

He wanted only to be the carefree fifteen-year-old who got to kiss her in secret moments shared in the backseat of his BMW and late at night in her bedroom, when her parents were asleep. Steve wanted Heather back, but this was too little, too late. She locked the window behind him.

Looking at him now, her heart ached. The stubborn parts of her hadn’t forgiven him for breaking her heart all those years ago. Yet, she mostly just wanted him.

“Yes.”

Steve pressed his lips lightly to her knuckles.

“For what it’s worth, I loved you too.”

Steve leaned over the extra pillows to face her.

When Steve awoke the next morning, he found himself surprised to see her messy hair splayed out across the pillow beside him, and utterly bewitched by the sight of Heather curling into the sheets as she slept soundly in his bed. He thought, though not for the first time in his life, that he might like to wake each day to the sight.

Later, as he walked her to her car, the idea still bounced around his mind. He grabbed at her hips, using every last drop of cheekiness to woo her away from that car. Steve let Heather go once before and he spent the next ten years regretting it.

“Stay.”

“You know I can’t.”

“What’s keeping you?

She exhaled with a soft laugh. Her home, her friends, her career, all waited for her back in the city. The only thing Hawkins, Indiana had that New York City didn’t was Steve Harrington.

“I’m sorry,” she kissed his lips sweetly. “Goodbye, Steve.”

He stood at the curb, hands balled into his shorts pockets, and watched her drive off until the Honda turned out of sight. Steve smiled after her, sporting the same smile he’d flashed the first time he told her his name, only this time a bitterness hid behind it.

Like Lot’s wife fleeing Sodom, Heather knew better than to turn around, knew his puppy dog eyes would trap her here forever, melt her down into a pillar of salt. And, like Lot’s wife, she did anyways.

She knew she’d see him again, if only in her dreams.

-----

Heather nervously twirled the phone cord around her finger. She stared at the slip of paper and dialed his phone number, her mind stuck over the words. The last time she felt this afraid, Heather lodged an axe into the neck of an interdimensional monster. This time, though, she knew that wouldn’t solve her problems.

“Steve? I need to see you.”

The trek to Indiana did little to calm her nerves. She drove silently, the radio turned down to silence. No matter how many times Heather practiced the speech in her head, it didn’t get any easier.

She stood at his doorstep. Fiddling with her hands, she contemplating blowing him off. Heather felt out of place at his apartment. To her, Steve would always be the boy next door. No matter what happened tonight. She thought of him always as he was then- handsome, full of life, brimming with dreams. Full of love for her.

When he opened the door to let her in, Steve couldn’t dull his smile. He looked almost the same as the boy in her memories. The love hadn’t quite left his eyes yet. It was with the comfort of this thought that she stepped inside.

Steve’s apartment was neat, small, homely. She could see him settling down before the TV with a beer or fussing over his hair in the mirror by the door. The thought made her smile.

He sat down with her on the couch, hands clasping with hers. His bright eyes watched her closely, waiting and ready to accept her back into his life.

“Is everything okay? You sounded upset on the phone.”

“I just- I wanted to talk.”

“Talk?”

He blinked. Steve knew this song and dance and he was tired of trying to keep her here. Tired of letting her toy with his heart.

“I haven’t seen or heard from you in months and you came all this way just to talk?”

Steve told himself he would hear her out, but his emotions got the best of him. He raised his voice in frustration. The abrupt shift in tone caught her off guard. She hadn’t meant to upset him. Heather deflated in her seat, the speech she’d had prepared now stuck in her throat.

“Forget it,” she rose. “I don’t even know why I came here.”

He followed her out onto the sidewalk. Heather walked out of his life too many times for him to let her go again.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know! Home, I guess.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from me again!”

The brunette stopped in her tracks, whirled around to face him. Angry, frustrated tears welled in her eyes. He stood just close enough for her to touch. Close enough for her to feel his heart breaking.

“And why not? We both already know how this ends.”

“I love you so much that it hurts. Why can’t you just admit that you want this, too?”

“That’s not why I came back, Steve.”

“Well, then, what? Is this some kind of a game to you-“

“I’m pregnant.”

His expression blanked. Steve didn’t know the first thing about fatherhood. His own gave him next to nothing to start from; the last thing he wanted was to find himself repeating his father’s shitty parenting style. He liked to think that he had finally shed the damage his absentee parents did to him, and that he had found a way to fill the gap their cold demeanor created where affection should have been in his childhood, but that didn’t stop his fears of repeating the vicious cycle.

Heather looked just as afraid.

“Do you really think we’re ready to be parents?”

“No,” he held her hand tighter in his. “But I know that I’m not my father and we can learn from our parents’ mistakes. You’re my future, Heather”

“Do you mean that?”

“Of course, I do.”

They sat together on his front porch steps. Silence engulfed them for a moment as her earth shattering news settled in. Fear crept back up on Heather the longer he stayed quiet. Did Steve want to raise this child with her? Did he want her? Her questions and insecurities were overwhelming.

She broke into tears. “I’m scared, Steve.”

“Me, too.”

He held her close to his chest as she cried. A few tears slipped from his own eyes. Steve combed his fingers through her hair and whispered comforts into her ear. Suddenly, he saw a future for himself. A modest, comfortable cottage with a nice yard for the kids to play in, maybe a dog too, and Heather standing beside him with all the love in the world in her eyes. It was comforting, warm. He wanted that future, with her.

“Stay here, with me. I love you, Heather, and I want to raise this baby with you, if you’ll have me.”

Sniffling, she turned her chin upwards to face him.

“Okay,” she said. “Yes, I will. I love you, too, Steve.”

As he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, Steve knew that everything would turn out okay. He loved Heather Johnson and that was enough for him.

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They’ve shut the door on the Mind Flayer, but not only is it still there in the Upside Down, but it also is very much aware of the kids, particularly Eleven. It had not encountered her and her powers until that final episode. Now, it knows that she’s out there. We wanted to end on a little bit of an ominous note. Well, no wonder the episode concluded with that classic 80s ode to stalking: 1983’s “Every Breath You Take” by The Police. We’ve seen the Mind Flayer looming over Hawkins before, but now it seems to have zeroed in precisely on Eleven—and will be closely watching every breath, step, claim, smile, vow, and move she makes. HOW WILL IT GET IN?

In previous seasons, Will has acted as an unwilling gateway of sorts to the Mind Flayer’s attempts to invade and destroy Hawkins, Indiana. Will he again act as the monster’s vessel? The Duffers have said the once-possessed Will has now been cleansed of any supernatural invaders, but actor Noah Schnapp is not convinced. “I personally think it’s not all out of him,” he told THR. “I feel like it can’t be. There’s this massive monster taking over all of Hawkins, and all you have to do is light a few fires and turn on a few heaters, and he’s gone? It just doesn’t make sense to me, really. He’s still there—I just don’t know how.” If I were Mike, I would keep a close eye on my best friend for any sign of “The Spy.”

IF NOT WILL, THEN WHO?

If the Duffers are not playing coy and Will is completely cleansed of any trace of the Mind Flayer, then who else could help the many-legged creep sneak back into Hawkins? Well, bear in mind that while exploring the creepy underground caverns created by the monster, both Sheriff Hopper and Dustin got sprayed in the face with Upside Down pollen. Hopper wasn‘t wearing any protection when he got hit—twice. Dustin, who was sensibly wearing goggles and a bandana, claims some of that dust got in his mouth. Either one of them—both emotionally fragile people at the end of Season 2—could be unknowingly incubating something nasty.

And if Hopper does wind up being the vehicle for this particular brand of evil, a quick trip under his cabin floorboards could hint at how that nastiness might manifest. We haven’t seen Hopper’s war experience take a toll on him (the grief he was nursing seemed pegged to his late daughter), but Vietnam-inspired P.T.S.D. was very much a subject of fascination in 80s pop culture. Will Season 3 take us on a hellish climb up Jacob’s Ladder (1990)? CHEKOV’S DEMODOG

One final possibility for a Season 3 invader could be the dead (or is it?) Demodog that Dustin and Steve stuffed in Joyce’s fridge. The creature doesn’t get another mention—not even in the “One Month Later” montage—but it’s hard to imagine students of pop culture like Ross and Matt Duffer ignoring something as enticing as that thawable critter on ice.

ANOTHER ANTAGONIST

If the Duffers want to give the Mind Flayer a rest for a year, only to bring him back for the planned fourth and final season, then there are a few other possibilities as to who might cause trouble for Eleven et al. next year. High on the list has to be her long-lost “sister” Eight, a.k.a. Kali (Linnea Berthelsen). Kali’s particular set of skills—being able to make you see whatever she wants you to—plus her violent, vengeful mission could easily put her on a path to come to blows with Eleven. (Those hallucination skills could also link up with a potential PTSD plotline for Hopper.) We also don’t know what Eleven’s other labmates (One-Seven, Nine, and Ten) are up to. We could have a big X-Men-esque showdown on our hands before all is said and done.

Another possibility for Kali and her rag-tag band of punks is that the Duffer brothers intend the seventh episode of this season to operate as a backdoor pilot for an Eight-centric spin-off series. (In fact, the brothers referred to that episode as “a whole little other pilot” when speaking with Entertainment Weekly.) Given the critical reaction to Eight’s episode (which was mixed at best), that spin-off seems unlikely. But either way, we’ve surely not seen the last of Kali who, bear in mind, is named after the Hindu goddess best-known for being “the destroyer of worlds.”

PAPA, CAN YOU HEAR ME?

Eleven could also face danger from another pseudo member of her family: Dr. Brenner a.k.a. “Papa.” Though Matthew Modine’s Season 1 antagonist only appeared in flashbacks and visions this season, the Duffers have been quite clear that there’s probably more in store for him. Matt Duffer told IGN:

I would say that if we were going to kill Brenner… as an audience member watching the show, if that was his death, that would be very unsatisfying to me—when the monster jumps on him, and we cut away. He would deserve much more than that as an ending. So yes, there’s a possibility of seeing him again. Season 2 leaned in heavily on the notion that Benner is not quite dead yet. So Season 3 could give us a battle of Eleven’s father figures: Hopper vs. Brenner. WHO WON’T BE BACK

Though we likely haven’t seen the last of Brenner or Eight, we did see the Department of Energy chased out of Hawkins, hopefully for good. I’m not saying a shadowy government conspiracy won’t rear its head in future installments, but it would be nice to give the DoE a break from the villain role. I also wouldn’t mind if Billy, a truly unnecessary new character, disappeared into thin air.

Also, please let this be the last we hear of Barb Holland. Season 2 was far too preoccupied with serving the fan demand of “justice for Barb.” Justice having been served, I hope she rests, permanently, in peace. WHO HAS TO COME BACK

As with all high school-set stories, Stranger Things may have written itself into a bit of a corner when it came to graduating characters. It’s a fine tradition for teen shows to find some excuse to have their 18-year-old characters stick around town even after their senior years end, whether it be following burnouts like Tim Riggins on Friday Night Lights or inventing conveniently localized universities like Hearst College (Veronica Mars), U.C. Sunnydale (Buffy the Vampire Slayer), or California University (Beverly Hills, 90210). So what, oh what will the Duffers do to keep graduating senior Steve Harrington in Hawkins next year? There’s no way they get rid of fan favorite and Season 2 MVP Joe Keery.

The third season could take place over 1985 summer vacation—but that seems unlikely, given the show’s penchant for autumn. Instead, the Duffers cleverly planted the idea in Season 2, Episode 1 that Steve might stick around town and go work for his old man in order to keep a protective eye on his now-ex Nancy. That’s not what I want for Steve the character. (Move on, Steve! Go to college!) But if it means the world’s best babysitter and his incredible head of hair stays in the mix for Season 3, then I’m all for it. The Jonathan/Nancy/Steve love triangle will live to fight another day.

FRIENDS AND LOVERS

Speaking of love triangles: the dynamic gently simmering in the background of Season 2 between Joyce, Bob, and Hopper means that we can all expect Will’s mom and Eleven’s adopted dad to go full Brady Bunch at some point in the future. Will the Duffers make us wait until the end of Season 4 for the moment we all can see coming?

[caption id="attachment_50486" align="aligncenter" width="600"] Not Zac Efron[/caption] NOW FOR OUR QUESTIONS ABOUT STRANGER THINGS SEASON 3 Are Hopper and Joyce finally gonna get together? Yes, Bob Newby’s heroic corpse is still warm, but Jopper fans need this question asked right up front. Joyce Byers and Jim Hopper certainly share a traumatic experience now, if not several, and they’ve got a long history that dates back to sneaking cigarettes together in high school. There’s something in their final moments this season that suggests this pair may be closer to uniting than ever before. Just think, Will and Eleven could be step-siblings! David Harbour certainly wants it to happen, saying on Beyond Stranger Things that “the sex would be a lot better with Hopper than it is with Bob.” Ouch. Were Dustin and Hopper infected in the tunnels?

A whole bunch of characters travel into the Upside Down–esque tunnels in Stranger Things 2, but two of our favorites also ingest a great deal of the funky stuff that’s floating around down there. Hopper spent a great deal of time trapped by those supernatural vines and Dustin swallowed a big chunk of Upside Down ephemera. Given the Duffer brothers’ reverence of Aliens, will these occurrences come back to haunt them? Like Will, might they develop a connection to this other dimension, or worse? If Dustin ends up having the Stranger Things version of a chest-burster, we’ll need years of therapy to deal with it.

What role will Kali play next season?

After that incredible opening scene for Stranger Things 2, we don’t see Linnea Berthelsen’s Kali until close to the end of the season, as Eleven has an adventure with her psychic “sister” that teaches our heroine the extent of her own powers. But is that it for Kali and her Warriors-esque crew? It’s hard to believe we’ve seen the last of her, not only because her connection to Eleven remains strong but because her arc ended so abruptly. There wasn’t the closure this character demands. There’s a lot more to this character and more story to tell.

Are there other numbers out there?

While we’re on the subject, are there other people like Kali and Eleven hiding in the Stranger Things universe? If we’ve met Eight and Eleven, where are the rest? The flashbacks to Eleven’s childhood and the way she connects with Eight certainly implies there could be more kids out there with similar powers. This is the kind of question that may not be answered in Stranger Things 3, but could come up in later seasons — or possibly a spinoff series. Just picture it: Stranger Things 5: Eleven Meets Twelve.

Will the Mind Flayer be the antagonist of season three?

That final shot of Stranger Things 2 is a beauty, and not just because it adds another layer to the use of “the stalker song,” as Gaten Matarazzo describes the Police’s “Every Breath You Take” in Beyond Stranger Things. The Mind Flayer is still watching every breath that the gang takes during the Snow Ball, as we see it stalking about Hawkins Middle School in the Upside Down. Does this mean that it’ll be back as the main villain next year? Or even further into the arc of the show? It certainly implies that we haven’t seen the last of this great TV villain.

Will Dr. Brenner return?

One of the most interesting developments in Stranger Things 2 is the strong implication that Matthew Modine’s Dr. Brenner is still alive. Not only does Kali tell Eleven that she hasn’t looked hard enough for “Papa,” but the Hawkins Lab goon that they threaten says that he can actually take them to Brenner. It’s not hard to envision a return for Modine’s formidable character in season three or beyond. After all, Eleven hasn’t completely closed the door on the first person to show her any care, so there’s a reason why she still hasn’t tried to track him down. (Also, Millie Bobby Brown has some fascinating insight into the Brenner-Eleven relationship in Beyond Stranger Things.) Whether it’s in flashbacks or an actual return to Hawkins, Brenner will almost certainly surface again.

Is Will Byers finally free?

The main narrative thrust of Stranger Things 2 was Will’s connection to the Upside Down, but are we sure that he’s been saved for good? We know that the Mind Flayer was able to hide itself pretty well inside Will’s mind. What if there’s still a deadly connection between it and Will? This poor kid just can’t catch a break.

What’ll happen to poor Steve?

The love triangle between Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan is all but over, officially leaving Steve as the third wheel. Sure, he’s become a big brother figure for Dustin, but is that enough to keep this character around for Stranger Things 3? He’ll be graduating from Hawkins High pretty soon, and as much as he’s a fan favorite, it feels like he’d be the one to go if the show decides to make room for new characters.

Is Hawkins Lab closed for good?

As most of the technicians at Hawkins Laboratory turned into food for Demodogs, and the rest drove off after Murray dropped his bombshell scoop about Barb’s death, it feels like the door is finally closed on the Hawkins Lab arc of Stranger Things. If we had to guess, season three will move away from characters like Dr. Brenner and Dr. Owens as primary characters, although a place like that surely has more secrets from its past just waiting to be unearthed.

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