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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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the other woman is perfect where her rival fails.

a/n: my name is star and i like to break hearts i hope u all enjoy this idk what possessed me to write this but slay! credit to the gif owner!

You knew the minute you fell for Steve it was going to be the biggest mistake of your life, but loving him came so easy to you. He was sweet, charming, and never hesitated to put others before himself, but he just wasn't over nancy.

Loving him was difficult for her. Sometimes she'd love him with everything she had in her, defending him from people talking down on him and comforting him when the arguments with his dad got a little too nasty. Other times, she'd leave him completely in the dark. Her hand leaving his when he tells her how he loves her, giving him a tight-lipped smile before muttering me too. Her shoulders would shrug off his arm when Jonathan came around, her smile brighter than ever.

Steve wasn't an idiot. He knew he was losing her to Jonathan, but that wouldn't stop him from trying to keep her around. He’d shower her with gifts basking in the smiles and kisses she gave him as a thank you, but at night he'd find himself in your arms crying.

“What's wrong with me y/n?” he'd always cry out. You always cry with him. Saying nothing is wrong with him, claiming Nancy is blind if she lets a guy as great as him go. You want to shout it, scream it even. Be with me, Steve. You know for a fact that if he was with you he'd never be in any kind of pain. You'd love him till the end of time no matter what happens, but you'd never tell him that.

When Nancy broke up with him he was a wreck. He refused to come out of his room the first week of the breakup. You'd drop by his house comforting him when you could, dropping off school work he's missed already completed cause you know how he feels. You know how hard it is to simply get out of bed just to take a shower. One day you came by doing your usual routine, you were getting ready to leave when you put your hand on his face rubbing his cheek gently.

“I'll be back tomorrow, okay?” you let out a sigh getting ready to walk out when his hand grabbed yours.

“Stay.” he croaked out. “Please, I- I can't be alone right now.”

You stayed with him all night that night. Weeks went by and you started seeing a glimpse of the old Steve coming back. Your Steve was coming back. He would crack jokes late at night when you stayed over watching tv late at night. He'd steal glances at you when you would both be in the library studying for an upcoming test. Years went on and nothing changed. He's been on countless dates with girls from town only to find himself complaining to you at the end of them.

The girls he did end up dating only lasted for a short while. They couldn't stand how you looked at Steve as if he hung all the stars in the sky just for you.

You hated how pathetic you looked and felt. Steve had you wrapped around his finger and he didn't even know it. You'd stay awake late at night wondering if things would ever change. Sometimes he gave mixed signals. He’d hold onto you a little too long when you hugged, kisses made their way to your cheek rather than their usual place on your forehead and you'd live for those moments.

Pretty soon the dates stopped and he'd find himself spending all of his free time with you. If he wasn't working he was with you. The kids need a ride to the arcade? He's picking you up on the way there, his hand holding yours as he drives to pick up Mike. It's not until the death of Nancy’s editor and Chrissy that you find yourself back at the very beginning. The town was after Eddie and Dustin explained the situation as you sat in the backseat. You're not sure how you guys got to the trailer park, it was all a blur.

You see Nancy talking to a police officer, tears streaming down her face, and exhaust evident on her face and figure. She looked over at you all her breath getting caught in her throat. Steve gave her a sad smile and waved at her, and she returned it and waved back. She knew the fight wasn't over, and you knew you were being placed on the back burner once again.

“Nance! Nance hey, where are you going?” you heard Steve ask her while he chased after her. You see her shake her head and her mouth move, but you hear nothing. Everything around you is silent as you stare at the former couple.

Tears well up in your eyes and you shake your head aggressively wiping them away. You take deep breaths and calm yourself down, but you feel the damn about to break when you see Steve stare at Nancy as she and Robin hop into her car and drive off. Shaking your head once more you back away from the car slowly catching Steve's attention.

“Hey, hey it's going to be okay. They're just going-”

“I can't do this Steve.” you cry out. He shushes you and tries to grab your hand but you refuse to let him touch you.

“I know y/n, but we’ll be okay. We all made it last time-”

“Do you still love Nancy?”

Steve froze in his spot and looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “W-what?”

You wipe the tears off of your face, angry at the fact you're crying but also terrified that you might lose your best friend.

“I can't stick around again Steve. I've been in love with you this whole time, but the way you look at her...I thought you were starting to feel the same but,” you took a deep breath. “I need to know.”

Steve shook his head. “You can't do this. That's not fair.”

“Not fair? Not fair?” you were angry now and he knew it. “What's not fair Steve, is how I had to watch you fall in love with someone who couldn't even love you the way you deserved to be loved! Then, I had to clean up the mess she made, when she broke your heart! I came by after school every day to check on you, I even did your fucking homework cause I know what it's like to love someone who doesn't want you.”

Dustin and Max were quick to sit in the car turning up the radio to block out your arguing.

“Then I think, finally, maybe now he'll see how I'm always there for him, but no! Instead, you go on dates with every single girl in town, and then, you complain to me about how they just aren't her.” you let out a cold laugh and continue to wipe your tears away. “I'm not asking for your hand in marriage Steve, I just need to know if I'm wasting any more time on this.”

Steve stood in silence, not because he knew the answer only because he didn't. He loved Nancy, a part of him always would. He's not sure why old feelings came rushing out of nowhere when he saw her again, but he can't help that they did.

“I don't know…”

You didn't think your heart could break anymore, but you were proven wrong when you stared at Steve with his head hung low. You nodded your head letting out a sigh.

“I'm tired of being your second choice, Steve,” you mumbled while walking toward the car grabbing the back door handle. “After this, I think it's best we distance ourselves.”

“For how long?”

She shrugged her shoulders and sat in the backseat with Max. Steve stood frozen to his spot with only one thought on his mind.

How the fuck is he going to fix this?

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storiesforallfandoms · 10 months

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the freak ~ steve harrington;stranger things

part one part two part three part four part five part six

word count: 2903

request?: no

description: in which she deals with her brother, and then she makes an unexpected new friend

pairing: steve harrington x female!reader

warnings: swearing, derogatory name used about the reader, carol being carol

masterlist (one, two, three)

(well, well, well, look who’s finally joining the party)

“Keep your voice down,” I hissed as I walked back down the stairs to meet Mike. “What does this have to do with you? Why do you care?”

“Oh, I don’t,” Mike said. “But I’m sure Nancy would like to know that her twin sister is macking on the guy she was dating a few weeks ago.”

Most siblings would only be bluffing by saying that. Or it would be blackmail to get out of doing chores for a week or something. But not Mike. Mike was an annoying little shit, and always had been. He would tell Nancy what he saw just for the sake of telling her. He’d want nothing more than to cause a rift between me and Nancy, just for his own amusement.

“She’s with Jonathan now, she won’t care,” I retorted. Although, I wasn’t completely sure I believed that. Nancy was the one who broke up with Steve and moved on first, but that didn’t mean it was right for me to move in on her ex-boyfriend so quickly.

“Why don’t we ask her what she thinks?”

Mike opened his mouth, but I quickly covered it to stop him. “What do you want, you little shit?”

“What do you have to offer me?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious, Mike, can’t you just leave this alone? I’m going to tell Nancy eventually, I just need to figure out the right way.”

Mike crossed his arms. “How long have you been sneaking around behind Nancy’s back, though?” I hesitated, which was the only answer Mike needed. “Geez, what a sister you are. Did you even wait long after they broke up to steal her boyfriend?”

Mike’s words cut like a knife. I wanted to argue, but nothing would come out. I hadn’t “stolen” Steve from Nancy. She had broken up with him. She hadn’t even told me herself that she had until a few weeks later, after Steve and I had already started dating.

But was that even really a defense? It had still only been a few weeks in between them breaking up and us getting together. Not that that mattered; he was my sister’s ex. Even in five years time after their breakup, it would’ve been wrong to date him. It was like the ultimate sibling betrayal. I had been thinking this from the start, but I had been so blinded by how good it felt to be with Steve; how happy he made me when we were together.

If it was so wrong, though, why did it feel so good?

When I didn’t respond, Mike took a step away from me. “That was harsh. I’m sorry.”

If I wasn’t having such an internal conflict, I would’ve been shocked by Mike’s apology.

“I won’t tell Nancy,” he continued. “You should tell her soon, though. You guys are too close to let anything get between you like that.”

He turned and walked back downstairs to join his friends again. I was left stunned. I knew things had to be bad when Mike of all people was the voice of reason. I could feel my eyes stinging with tears. I forced myself up the stairs and to my room before anyone found me. I slammed my door behind me and collapsed onto my bed. I shoved my face into my pillow to try and muffle my tears.

I felt so terrible. I knew Mike was right. I knew I had to tell Nancy before things with Steve and I went any further, but now I felt like the admission was going to go terribly. I kept trying to convince myself that Nancy wouldn’t be mad about me dating Steve. I thought that it wouldn’t ruin our sisterly bond if she had already moved on. But now Mike’s words had gotten to me. I knew they shouldn’t have, because he’s Mike. Mike didn’t know shit, and he loved to bother Nancy and I. But I just couldn’t get what he said out of my head.

After some time, I managed to cry myself to sleep.

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I was still feeling off the next day. I didn’t want to face Mike or Nancy, or our parents for that matter, so I got ready for school while everyone was downstairs and rushed out the door. I didn’t even call back to tell mom I was going to school when she asked.

Normally, if I wasn’t getting a ride with Nancy, I’d get one with Holly. But today I didn’t want a ride to school. I wanted to walk, hopefully clear my head with the fresh air. I couldn’t avoid everyone forever, especially Nancy. I needed to come up with a plan to tell her, and soon. Mike said he wouldn’t tell her, but I didn’t completely believe him. I couldn’t have him holding this secret over my head, and I definitely couldn’t keep this secret for much longer. Not if this was how I was going to feel about it.

I was still so deep in thought when I got to school that I didn’t notice how empty the hallways were. It was still pretty early, but this level of emptiness was eerie for Hawkins High. I definitely did notice that all the usual hall occupants were stood in front of my locker. My heart started to pound as I got closer, pushing through the crowd to get to my locker.

When I caught sight of my locker, I sucked in a breath.

In bright red spray paint across my locker door, it said, “Boyfriend stealing slut.”

And next to my locker, with a spray paint can in her hand and an evil smirk on her face, was Carol.

I could hear the whispering behind me. Carol was giggling with her friends. I knew she did this as a way to get back at me for the whole Tommy and Steve fight. She didn’t actually know about me and Steve. And it was certainly working. My eyes were starting to gloss over with tears again. The voices around me sounded loud and like they were engulfing me whole. Like my whole world was crashing down around me, and it was being pulled down by their voices.

I turned and shoved through the crowd, running away before any of them could see me cry. I ran out the nearest door and kept going as far as my legs would let me. Eventually, I came to a clearing in the trees surrounding the school when my legs finally gave up and I collapsed into a sobbing heap on the ground.

I wasn’t sure how I’d go back to school after that. Not just today, but ever. Everyone would see what Carol had written on my locker before the day was out. It didn’t matter which “boyfriend” she was accusing me of stealing, or whether or not her claims were true. The rumors would spread through school like a wildfire. No one would ever look at me the same way again.

“Hey, are you okay?”

I jumped and looked up to see someone stood in front of me. He looked vaguely familiar, with long, curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and ripped jeans and a Metallica t-shirt. He took a step back when he saw my startled face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said. “I was passing through and heard a noise. I just wanted to make sure you’re not hurt or anything.”

I shook my head. “I’ll be fine. Thanks for checking, though.”

He looked at me for a long time before kneeling down in front of me. I furrowed my brows at him in confusion.

“You look sad,” he said. “Why are you sad? The school day hasn’t even started yet.”

“It hasn’t even started, but I’m already over it,” I said. “I’m fucking sick of those people back there. I never, ever want to go back.”

Fresh tears started running down my cheeks. I tried to wipe them away, but they fell quicker than I could stop them. I felt embarrassed to be crying in front of this stranger. I just wanted to go back home and lock myself in my room and cry until I was so dehydrated that I just shriveled up and disappeared.

He put his hand out towards me. I looked at it for a second before deciding to put my hand in his. He rose to his feet, pulling me up with him. We walked over to one of the nearby picnic tables. He motioned for me to sit down, then sat down across from me.

“I’m Eddie,” he said. “What’s your name?”

“(Y/N),” I responded.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N). Now, do you want to talk about what has you crying in the middle of the woods?”

I sighed and wiped my face again. My eyes felt heavy from all the tears. My day had barely just started and my body already felt exhausted.

“Carol,” I said, my voice breaking.

Eddie made a face. “Yeah, she would make me feel like that, too.”

“She wrote on my locker,” I explained. “She...she called me a slut. A-A boyfriend stealing slut.”

His eyes widened. “What?! That’s...why the fuck would she say that? Did you look at Tommy H for too long?”

I shook my head. I looked down at my lap as I felt myself about to cry again. I wasn’t sure how much water was even left in me. I blinked away the tears and tried to swallow the lump forming in my throat.

“I’m dating Steve Harrington,” I blurted before I could stop myself. “We’ve been dating for nearly a month. And before he dated me, he was dating my sister. Like...maybe two weeks before we got together. But she doesn’t know. No one does, besides my best friend and my little brother. But Carol must suspect it, and she’s trying to get back at me for Tommy H being punished over a fight with Steve. A fight that, admittedly, happened because of something Tommy H said to me.”

My chest untightened with every word. I didn’t realize how freeing it was going to feel to admit all of this to someone. Even if Eddie was a complete stranger to me; even if he went running to tell everyone about me and Steve, it felt so good to finally talk to someone about it. It freed the lump in my throat and dried up the remaining tears.

And somehow, it made me even more exhausted than before.

Eddie was silent. He looked at me with his big, doe like brown eyes. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking about my confession. Maybe it was too much to drop on a total stranger. He was probably regretting his decision to come over and check on me when he heard me crying. This is what happens when you try to be a good person, he was probably telling himself.

“That sounds like a lot,” he finally said.

I let out a noise that sounded half like a laugh, and half like a sob. “It is. It is a lot.”

“Listen, I’m no expert on these things, I don’t even play one on TV - ” That earned him a more genuine laugh from me. “ - but I think your best course of action here is to sit your sister down and tell her everything. Even if she doesn’t take it well, at least you finally have that off your chest. And then you can decide what the fate of your relationship with Steve is going to be. If you feel your bond with your sister is stronger than whatever you feel for him.”

“I’m terrified,” I admitted. “I keep telling everyone I’m not, and I keep making up excuses, but the truth is I get so scared to tell Nancy the truth that the thought of it alone makes me feel nausous.”

“Well, that’s understandable. You’re keeping a huge secret from her. One where you’re anticipating the worst outcome of telling her the truth. But you can’t keep this secret forever. Eventually, she will find out, and it’ll be much better for her to find out from you soon, than for someone else to tell her way down the line. It’ll especially be better for you to tell her over her finding out from Carol’s suspicions.”

I cringed. I hadn’t thought of that. I was afraid Mike would be the one to tell her, but Carol had way more of a vendetta against me right now than Mike did. Even if she had no evidence about mine and Steve’s relationship, nothing would stop her from just telling Nancy what she thought was going on between us.

I wiped my face again, but finally found that it was dry. I gave Eddie the best smile I could muster. “Thanks, Eddie. I appreciate this.”

“Hey, what are friends for?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Friends? We met like five seconds ago.”

“Yeah, and now I’ve decided that we’re friends. Strangers don’t just approach random crying girls and give them life advice without some form of friendship coming from it.”

I chuckled. “Okay, fair enough.”

Eddie smiled back at me. I felt like some of the weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. The rest of it would be lifted once I finally talked to Nancy.

I could hear the warning bell ringing off in the distance. The grey cloud of despair appeared over me again at the thought of going back to school. I didn’t want to face any of those people after what Carol did. I knew I’d have to go back eventually, but today I just couldn’t.

"Do you have a car?” I asked Eddie.

“I have a shitty old van,” he responded. “It’s shit, but it drives.”

“Can you...would you mind taking me back to my house? I don’t think I can go to school today.”

“You don’t want to find Steve and ask him?”

“I don’t think I want to see Steve at all right now.”

Eddie agreed. We both stood and made our way back through the trees. The grounds around the school were mostly empty now that the warning bell had rang. Everyone would be inside, racing to their classes, probably whispering about the angry red letters that were written on one of the lockers in the hallway.

Everyone, except for Steve, who was stood by the front doors of the school.

I tried to quickly pass by without him seeing us, but the movements only made him notice us more. Steve got to his feet and called for me. He started to approach, his arms out like he was going to hug me, but then stopped when he noticed that I wasn’t alone. Eddie put his head down once Steve noticed him. I could tell by the look on his face and by his body language that Eddie and Steve likely had the same type of relationship I had with Carol. Or at least, they did before, back when Steve was still part of his shitty friend group.

“What are you doing with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson?” Steve asked me.

I looked at him in disbelief. “Is that what you call him? Jesus, Steve, that’s such a shitty thing to say!”

“It’s just a nickname,” Eddie mumbled.

“No it’s not, it’s bullying,” I said. “That’s the exact same as Carol calling me a slut.”

Steve winced. “I’m sorry. That’s what...I used to call him. I didn’t mean...” He trailed off. He lifted his arms again, as if trying to start the whole interaction over. “I’m so sorry about what Carol did. I know this has to be about me and Tommy, and it’s not fair that she’s taking it out on you.”

“No, it’s not fair,” I said, stepping away from his waiting embrace. He lowered his arms, a hurt look taking over his face. “And this person who you have decided to call a freak was the only person who brought me any comfort. Because you didn’t even come looking for me, Steve! Eddie found me, in the woods, crying my eyes out because everyone is making me feel like shit for dating my sister’s ex-boyfriend.”

“Who else knows?” Steve asked.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is...I can’t deal with this right now. I’m going home. Eddie is taking me home.”

Steve looked at Eddie over my shoulder. Eddie had stepped back again, like he was trying to inch himself away from the situation.

“I can take you home,” he said.

I shook my head. “I’d rather Eddie take me home. I...I just need space right now, Steve.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry for what I said about Eddie. And I’m sorry I didn’t come looking for you. No one knew where you went - ”

“It’s not about that,” I cut him off. “Honestly, Steve, I just need some time alone.”

Before he could say anything else, I turned back to Eddie. His eyes flickered between me and Steve, before he finally nodded his head for me to follow him. I tried not to think about Steve’s sad eyes boring against my back as I walked away from him. I tried to focus on anything except for the fact that it felt like my entire life had fallen apart in less than 12 hours.

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see-arcane · 1 year

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one video game site describing the game's premise:

"In the trailer, Harker was perceived as a much more efficient and courageous vampire hunter, as opposed to the classic portrayal of Jonathan Harker in Bram Stoker’s books and films, including Dracula."

sir... sir... he literally killed dracula in the book...

You know.

I think this broke me just a little more. My camel back was already broken under so many straws, but I think this one made me collapse back in on myself.

So.

There's a lot to be said about the inspirational power of great works of media. Stories and masterpieces that spur wonder, love, and awe. The ones that give you a goal to aspire to in your own creative endeavors. The strive to match up to something great can do a lot.

But I'll tell you, friend. There is nothing quite as empowering as pure, unbridled spite. Just full-on loathing for every piece of half-assed, fan fictionified, self insert-riddled, character-botching, absolute shrug of a creative work that tries to hide under the disguise of a public domain title to cover for its inadequacies, and not only getting away with it because so much of the audience hasn't read the book, not only profiting off of it, but leaving a nigh irremovable stain on the entire pop cultural mind that is so hugely, categorically, monstrously Wrong, that the 'understanding' of the book and its characters is treated as offhand. Because 'everyone knows' it.

"Sure! Everyone knows Jonathan Harker doesn't have any real vampire hunting experience! That's all Van Helsing's shtick, what with him being the very definite for-real nemesis of Dracula, ha ha! Nice of these video game people to give the little guy a shot, eh?"

Just. Wow.

I am ready to make so, so much Jonathan Harker shit. Barking Harker? Sure. Absolutely. Doc's open right now. But maybe I'll do more. Love is my kindling, but bile is the fuel on the fire.

I can do Jonathan Harker as the Superior Dracula, complete with ripping Coppola's reincarnation love interest gimmick out his asshole and doing the Romantic Dracula Trope real justice. Why? BECAUSE IT'S ACTUALLY JONATHAN AND JONATHAN CAN PULL OFF THE WHITE-HAIRED PINING UNDEAD ROLE BETTER. How about that?

How about I make a whole ass script and screenplay for a Dracula series actually in line with the book? No creative license! No Dracula-wolf sex scenes or cheating fiancees or jealous suitors or dodging the el gee bee tee edges or turning Van Helsing into an anime man who saves the day! Just actual events that actually happened in the 125-year-old book that every modern adaptation is too cis-straight-scared to do! How about that?

How about I eat the heart out of every single Van Helsing-centric Monster Hunter series and anime and make it all about the Harkers, their friends, and/or their descendants? How about that?

How about the Harkers getting an eternal vampiric honeymoon after the Transylvanian trip goes bloodily south and they just go about their undead business forever and Dracula is nothing but a footnote in their story which he always was anyway? How about that?

HOW ABOUT I FLOOD THE WORLD WITH DRACULA CONTENT WHERE DRACULA IS NO MORE OR LESS THAN THE SADISTIC VILLAIN HE'S ALWAYS BEEN AND GETS HIS ASS KICKED AND HEAD CHOPPED LIKE THE LOSER BASTARD DESERVES???

HOW ABOUT THAT????

I WILL LIVE TO SEE A WORLD THAT REGISTERS EXACTLY HOW BADASS JONATHAN HARKER AND ALL OF THE HUMAN CAST IS, A WORLD THAT SEES DRACULA FOR THE UNDEAD UNDERWEAR STAIN HE ALWAYS WAS,

FOR I WILL CRAFT THAT WORLD MYSELF UPON THE BONES AND BLOOD OF THE INFINITE BASTARDIZATIONS THAT CAME BEFORE THEM!

I SHALL NOT SUFFER THESE ICE-COLD 'lol no I never touched the book but I kinda remember the wiki for the Coppola movie' TAKES FOR ALL ETERNITY. I WILL REWRITE THE PUBLIC OSMOSIS UNTIL ALL THEY KNOW OF DRACULA IS THAT JONATHAN HARKER KILLED HIM IN HIS DIRT BOX.

Anyway.

To all my Dracula Dailiers out there. I say again. Join me. While our little book club did wonders, the fact is, not a ton of people are going to ever bother with the dusty old novel. Spinoffs and sequels? Sure. But not (what they assume is) a dry old classic. Which leaves audiences and filmmakers caught in a perpetual profit and expectation-based loop.

People assume Dracula is Sexy-Suave Count Fuckula and that Mina hooks up with him while Van Helsing and [INSERT HUMAN NOBODIES HERE] are pushed to the sidelines. So that's what directors will keep churning out. Ditto for makers of books, comics, shows, and video games. It will just keep going in the same rut.

Unless we put some new blood out there. There are so many possibilities. So much that can be made to finally drag the spotlight away from the Count and give it back to the characters who deserve it.

So please. Please. Make that Dracula-derived thing you're unsure about. Even at its most indulgent and outlandish, you have read the book. And you know more about what you're doing than literally any so-called professional who's churned out their tired knockoffs of knockoffs. (Or the folks who take their opinions from the same.)

#sorry about all that Anon #had a rant building up for a while #dracula #dracula daily #jonathan harker #barking harker #my writing #inspiration

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froot-batty · 7 months

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I'd love to learn more about your Jon! Any fun facts or tidbits about his lore/backstory you're willing to dish out for free?

i sure do! i'll just drop his whole backstory, since i've been meaning to anyway :]

Jonathan Crane was born and raised on a rural farm in the heart of Georgia. Contrary to what most might've guessed, his parents were actually really respected doctors/researchers, who had moved out there after having Jon in an attempt to have a family life. They quickly realized that they'd only had a kid out of a feeling of obligation, and they held no real love for Jon nor a desire to raise him. The pair of them were often out for what could be months at a time on "business trips".

This left Jon often in the care of his extremely religious and abusive grandmother. Jon was homeschooled, so there was no escape from her tyrannical rule over their house except if he stuck his nose in a book or ventured out into the fields.

Jon had always loved the crows out on his family's property. They were the pets that he was never allowed to get, and basically became a family to him. His grandmother was absolutely freaked out by the crows, and Jon eventually noticed. To get back at her, he'd sprinkle seed or other bits of food in places where she would undoubtedly see them and get scared by them. She was always going on and on about demonic forces and ghosts and the like, so eventually Jon took it up a notch and started dressing up as a scarecrow, creeping around the farm in the distance or even standing over her bed at night.

Seeing her turn from an monstrous, terrifying figure to him to the scared, frail old woman she was was quite a power trip for him. He became fascinated by the power of fear and how it revealed a person's true nature. And how it made him feel powerful in return.

The death of his grandmother was a complete accident. The power of being the scarecrow had gotten to his head so much that he confronted her head on, meaning to just wave his scythe around and scare the daylights out of her. But one thing lead to another lead to her gutted on their living room floor.

By now Jon's parents hadn't come back in over two years, so he neatly cleaned up her body, packed a bag, stole some money, and ventured out to Gotham City.

fun facts (and a doodle) under the cut, since this already got HELLA long

-Jon works at Arkham, very closely with it's director: Hugo Strange. Strange is aware of Jon's double life as the Scarecrow and they commit various wildly unethical experiments on the patients within Arkham

-Jon's leg brace comes from one of his first encounters with the Bat. It'd been bad since he had fucked up his knee as a kid, but after accidentally falling off of a roof while fighting Batman it just got absolutely destroyed. It'd have been too suspicious to go to a hospital, so it ended up healing wrong. Lucky for him he's got a high pain tolerance

-He and Ed met during Ed's first stint in Arkham. He thought Ed was fascinating psychologically and thus was his psychiatrist for a little while. Until he broke him out

-Oswald absolutely hates him. Jon doesn't like the little man but he finds the rivalry more funny than anything. The reason for it is that during the mayoral campaign, Oswald came to Jon for help creating something that would indispose his fellow candidate. After Jon refused, Oz got petty and tattled the location of his current hideout to the GCPD. A faceful of fear gas later and Oz's healthy wariness of Jon is restored

this is baby crane's first scarecrow costume <3

#frootverse #jonathan crane #the scarecrow #doodles

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“I Hate that I Love You” Dark!Yandere! Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader )Part 1(

Disclaimer: this is a HORROR fic. And I do not endource the actions used here nor should they be replicated in reality. That being said, the warnings include:

Stalking gaslighting Spoilers for a book that came out in 1800-

꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂

Nancy wasn’t one to be vulnerable. Sure she had a few flings with Steve and Jonathan, but it wasn’t until she saw you that she really felt something. Nancy wasn’t some lovesick fool, you weren’t perfect. No one is. But it’s something about you that made her feel… warm. But that warmth quickly raised to a boil when she saw you around other people. She wasn’t sure if she hated you or not. You made her hate everyone that came in contact with you. You were like a parasite, completely stuck to her, taking over her mind. You made her feel so… confused, that didn’t sit well with her. Nancy was constantly in control, there was a time and a place for everything but around you it was pure chaos.

꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂

After school you went over to Mike’s House to play DND. About 2 hours in the phone rung upstairs and Mrs.Wheeler called you. “Your mother called, the teacher called saying you’re failing a class!” You huffed, you were never good at that class, but last you checked you had a B-… it was weird. You heard footsteps coming down the steps and turned to see Mike’s older sister. The two of you never interacted much, other than those weird stares she had been giving you for all these weeks. The two of you went into her room, she gestured for you to sit on her bed. “So, what is it that you struggle with?” You shrugged, “Grammar, spelling and semi colons and all that bullshit.”In all honesty you were a little scared of her. After the whole Will thing she changed, sure you never knew her before. But Barb talked about her a lot. Barb… maybe that’s why Nancy changed, you can’t judge a book by its cover after all.

After a few hours of studying you finally understood the topic and thanked Nancy. You were getting ready to leave when Nancy breeched your actions with her soft, yet demanding voice “Wait! Did you ever start the book? Frankenstein?” You shook your head. You were fairly good at reading things in a short time frame. Reading it so soon would only make you forget it later after all. But what’s a few more hours? Plus Nancy was… nice! Odd, but nice.

“For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart…” Nancy read aloud. Me and her alike felt this, mutual fear but familiarness when it came to Victor Frankenstein. His creation, his child, a monster. One he made while blinded by the light of his innocence. Nancy looked really upset, so, you recommended stopping there and studying together tomorrow. She agreed.

꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂

The next day at school, you questioned your teacher about why exactly you failed. “What are you talking about? You’re actually doing extremely well. After this essay, I bet your B- will go straight to an A!” You were happy, who wouldn’t be, but she called, didn’t she? You shrugged it off, mayhaps she called the wrong parent. The school was huge, it wasn’t that unlikely.

You went into the lunch room, thank god. 45 minutes of free time. You usually sat with the boys. But they weren’t there? Perhaps they were with Mr. Clarke, some science project probably. You peered around the lunchroom for a place to sit. You felt eyes burning, seemingly through your soul, you turned around to see Nancy. She wouldn’t mind if you sat there, right? Nancy wasn’t one for small talk, in fact she stayed silent as you spoke with Steve about the many hilarious ventures him and Robin got into during their summer jobs.

Robin, speaking of her… “Hey Nance!” Robin came, seemingly out of nowhere and sat on Nancy’s lap. Wheeler broke her unwavering glaze over to her. “Oh get off of me,” she chuckled. “Hey Y/N!” You waved in a reply. Right. They were dating. How could you forget.

#yandere nancy wheeler #Isaiah’s Idiocy #fruity four #stranger things x reader #nancy x reader #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #nancy stranger things #halloween time #Nancy x Fem reader #nancy wheeler x y/n #bisexual nancy wheeler #robin buckley x nancy wheeler

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trick or treat <3

sor my friend!!!! for you, the first scene of a fic in which Manny Machado uses magic to try to lengthen the Orioles' season so he can stay in love with Jonathan Schoop a little longer. would have the maybe the best fic I've ever written IF I'd finished it, but I got 16k into it and then got really ill and just completely lost steam. It's some of my favorite writing I have ever done tho.

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Twice was enough for Manny to recognize a pattern and listen, no one ever said he was smart, but no one ever said he was stupid either. Except maybe his sister Yasmine when she was mad at him, and Jonathan, because he was just as stupid as Manny and acted like a brother until he didn’t.

But Manny knew a pattern when he saw it, knew magic when he saw it, even if it wasn’t necessarily his own magic. He couldn’t do things like Yasmine could but he was as sure he was right, sure as anything else in his life. He knew this: men fell in love all the time, but men didn’t fall in love by the length of a baseball season.

Except Manny and Jonathan did.

Manny had been alive for, okay, only nineteen years, but he knew he was right about this. People fell in love and broke up, but no one fell in love at the pace of the baseball season and fell apart by it too. Not until now. Baseball was his first love, but Jonathan was his second and Manny knew -- he knew -- that baseball and Jonathan were as wrapped up in each other as Manny was wrapped up in them.

High school wasn’t like this, Manny was sure. He would have remembered. High school had other things going on, fumbling with boys and girls, schoolwork, grinding in the game, and him and his best friend, Albert Almora, just trying to get the fuck out. But if he cared enough to look at it closely -- and he didn’t, he didn’t care at all about high school anymore because all he had was right now and Jonathan -- he might have noticed similarities. The teammates he went starry-eyed over, year after year, the softball players he crushed on who took over the weight room before his team was all the way out, the shy boy who tutored Manny in math and let Manny hold his hand in the basement of parties but who lost interest in him by the time playoffs were over. But Manny did his best not to think about high school because who the fuck cared about something that happened two years ago.

So yeah, Manny knew something was up. He wasn’t magic like Yasmine and certainly not like his grandpa but he knew what was happening. Two years of falling in love and falling apart in the minors to the rhythm of the season. This was as real as what they could do.

It scared the shit out of him. He wasn’t sure what to do. By the time he figured out there was a pattern, that he wasn’t in control of this relationship at all, the season was almost over. Him and Jonathan’s team made it to the postseason, but the two of them didn’t make it past that. The season ended well for his baseball career and bad for him in everything else that mattered.

Him and Jonathan packed up their apartment in the cool heat of a too-warm Maryland October, said a half-assed and awkward goodbye at the airport, and Manny went home to sulk in his Mama’s house until he got to go to spring training in Sarasota.

His sister Yasmine picked him up at the other end of his flight in Miami. She took one long look at his hangdog face and said, “Oh, shit, who is he, Manny? Who do I have to beat up?”

She took another look at him and frowned. Manny had a cut on his shoulder from tripping and falling into a doorway while he’d been packing up boxes after the season was over and avoiding a conversation with Jonathan about whether they could, should, would live together next year in whatever town they ended up in. They never had the conversation. Jonathan patched up his shoulder with a butterfly bandage, kissed his shoulder like that would fix anything between them, and left him alone.

Now, Yasmine touched his shoulder, feather-light, whispered something under her breath, and Manny felt the skin knit together, heal like he’d never fallen. He took off the bandages without looking at her.

“Nobody,” said Manny. He tucked the bandages into the pocket of his sweatpants. He crossed his arms across his chest and slouched against the door of her car, looking out the window. If he didn’t look at her, she wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Oh, it’s Jonathan?” said Yasmine. She didn’t have to look at Manny to know. She was smarter than him. She started the car and pulled into the traffic trying to get out of the airport pick up. MIA was a pain in the ass to get out of on a good day and it was rush hour. “I’ll beat his ass.”

“Yazzy,” he said. “It’s nothing, come on.”

“It’s not nothing,” said Yasmine. “He broke your heart again? Motherfucker. I’ll kill him.”

“It was mutual!”

“Oh, so like, he went home to, wherever, the Netherlands, or whatever--”

“Curaçao, don’t be a bitch! Yazzy--”

“Whatever, I don’t care! Manny, why do you keep doing this to yourself? Every fuckin’ year.”

“How is this--it’s not my fault we broke up! And two years is not every year, Yazzy! I mean it wasn’t even like we broke up, fuck, it was just--”

Manny didn’t know how to explain what he was thinking in ways that Yasmine would understand. He didn’t know if he could put the feeling he had into words. It was a mess in his head, too many indistinguishable thoughts that all ended up being about the same thing. The spring-summer-almost-fall heat. The long days, the warm nights. Baseball, every day. Jon, his best friend, in the morning, all day, all night.

How they fell in love as the season stretched into summer. How they fell, no, grew, apart as the season wound down and the days got shorter. How they could grow apart and it still hurt like fuck walking through BWI to get to his gate without having said a real goodbye. Jonathan was his part-time boyfriend, all the time best friend, and maybe they weren’t sleeping together anymore by the end of the season, but Manny still hurt a little bit about the way Jonathan walked off without looking back. Just a little, though.

“It was what, Manny? ‘Cause all I see is this guy, this guy who is supposed to be your best friend, breaking your heart for the second year in a row.”

Manny slouched lower in his seat like that would stop him from tearing up in frustration. “Yazz, come on,” he said, hating his pleading tone. “It’s not like that. It’s nothing. We’ll be fine.”

“I don’t care about the two of you, I only care about you,” said Yasmine. “Jonathan can go to hell. Ugh, Manny, you’re so stupid, but I love you.”

“Shut up,” said Manny and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

“No,” said Yasmine, and she turned on the radio and let him cry for the rest of the ride home without commenting on it.

#rpf for ts #baseball for ts #sorrellegiance #cage replies #SOR

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Unlucky: Steve Harrington x Fem!Subject!Reader

Chapter Three: Jonathan, Nancy and Steve

Series Masterlist

Plot: Tini joins forces with Nancy and Jonathan in an effort to find Eleven, Will and Barb. While gathering supplies to find the creature in the woods, she meets the King of Hawkins High under less than friendly circumstances.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: slight language, violence, blood, bullying, cops, mention of sex, no use of y/n

A/N: First off, just want to say thanks to everyone who has been reading along and commenting such nice things! It makes me so happy that people are enjoying this weird idea I had in my head. Secondly, because I've been getting asked this, there is no set schedule for when I post pics. It's all dependent on work/personal life/health. I'm aiming to get out one chapter a week but there's also other fics I have to work on so it's pretty fluid. However, I'm really enjoying working on this so I'm trying to make time in my schedule for it. Hope you enjoy this one! We finally get to meet a certain someone 😉

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Jonathan ended up driving us back to Nancy’s house. Nancy had offered to put me up for the night, a kind gesture I thought might have also been a cry for help. She was in no state to be left alone.

The only catch was…I had to scale Nancy’s house.

It was only a problem for Jonathan, who was adamant about making sure Nancy was alright. I was better than great at climbing. And unlike four years before, my landing on Nancy’s carpeted floor was much more graceful.

“How are you so good at that?” Jonathan grunted, pulling himself over the windowsill.

“You learn a few things living on the street,” I remarked, brushing some dirt off my palms.

I was stunned by Nancy’s room. It had a beautiful white bed with blankets that looked much less scratchy than the ones at shelters. The wallpaper was pink and white striped, reminding me of candy canes. There were pictures of flowers hung on the walls. It was big enough so you didn’t feel squished, but small enough to feel cozy. I tried not to let my sadness show, I’d always dreamed of having a bedroom like it to come home to. It was another reminder that there was a big separation between most girls…and me.

Nancy walked in, having entered through the front door to make it seem like she came home alone. The more time had passed in the car, the quieter she’d gotten. She was barely able to move, hand still resting on the doorknob as she shut the door. Jonathan was restrained, clearly wanting to run and comfort her but not wanting to cause her any more discomfort. He guided Nancy to the edge of her bed, quietly assuring her that she was safe and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders.

Nervous and unsure as to what I was supposed to do, I awkwardly settled on the floor near Nancy’s feet. I hardly knew her and doubted she’d want a stranger so close to her. Still wanting to find a way to be of some help, I reached up and placed a hand on Nancy’s knee.

“I need to take a shower,” were the first words out of her mouth after we sat in silence for several minutes. She dropped the blanket and slowly, cautiously, made her way out of the room.

Jonathan and I remained still, running the night’s events over in our heads. Not only was I still terrified that I hadn’t found Eleven, now I’d gotten myself deeper in the Upside Down craze seemingly taking over the town. Worse, there was a good chance that Eleven had been taken by the same monster who had taken Will, shut off from me. And there was the small fact that I was spending the night with complete strangers.

“So all you know about what happened in the woods is what you told us?” Jonathan finally broke the silence.

“Yes,” I confirmed, “I probably know less than you do.” “And you can’t tell us how you know about it,” he stated, trying to sum up the little I’d revealed to him in the car.

“Correct,” I nodded, looking up at him, “And you’re 100% sure that your brother and Nancy’s friend are stuck in the weird tree hole thing with whatever thing Nancy saw?”

Jonathan rested his elbows on his knees and rubbed a hand over his face. He seemed like one of those people that acted much older than they actually were. “After tonight,” he paused before nodding, “Yeah.”

I inhaled deeply, hugging my knees and resting my chin on them. “So how do we rescue them?”

“I don’t know,” Jonathan replied shakily, he rose and began looking around the room for something, “We need to get some sleep, figure things out in the morning…I can drive you to the police station, you can file a missing person’s report for your sister-“

“No,” I scrambled to my feet as if Jonathan had already taken me, “No police.”

“Wait, why no police?” he turned and faced me. I quickly tried to think up an explanation that didn’t make me sound insane, though that was almost a lost cause. “Because…they won’t take me seriously. If I go and say that I think my sister’s been taken by some…tree monster…they’ll think I’m crazy.”

Jonathan chortled, “Clearly you haven’t met my mom.”

As much as I hated it, what he’d said in the woods was right. It wasn’t safe to be out so late when there was a killer creature on the loose, even for someone with abilities like mine. I hated myself for giving up the search for Eleven for the night, but she needed me alive more than she needed me to be a hero. My only hope was that I was wrong and she had gone back to Mike’s house. The thought of finding her tucked away in his basement the next morning calmed me down somewhat…

“Your sister,” Jonathan said, “How old is she?”

“She’s about twelve,” I answered, smiling softly at the memories of her as a child. The rare ones that didn’t cause pain.

Jonathan gave the same melancholy smile that could only come from an older brother or sister, “That’s how old Will is.” Feeling a wave of compassion, I reached forward and held Jonathan’s wrist. “You don’t know me, you have no reason to trust me, but I promise…I’ll do whatever I can to help you get your brother back.”

Tears came to Jonathan’s eyes, he did the sniffle that I’d seen a lot of men do before when they didn’t want people to see they were crying. “Thank you,” he gulped, “And I promise I’ll help you find your sister.”

I squeezed his hand and tried to smile, tried not to panic at the belief I already had in someone I hardly knew. But I didn’t have to read their minds to know that Jonathan and Nancy were good people, trustworthy people. If I had to band together with anyone in Hawkins, I had a feeling I’d be okay with them. “I can turn around or something,” Jonathan offered, “If you need to get changed.”

“Oh, right,” I said, grabbing my backpack and pulling out the single pair of pajamas I kept for myself, “I’ll just go in here.”

I opened Nancy’s closet doors, scrunched down to fit inside and shimmied into my clothes. The dark helped nothing and I was fairly certain I’d put my sweater on backwards, but it would have to do for the night. As I opened the door, Jonathan peeked past me and grabbed a floral sleeping bag, rolling it out on the ground.

Nancy walked back in, clean and moving just as slow as she had when she left. Jonathan and I looked up at her expectantly, “Better?” She nodded and crossed her arms over her chest, “Yeah.”

“Is this okay?” Jonathan asked, “Uh, I found it in the closet. I can go home,” he stammered, “I just figured—“

“Yeah, no,” Nancy shook her head, “I…I don’t wanna be alone.” There was a change in the air the moment the two of them came together. Jonathan became much more nervous than how he acted around me. I couldn’t speak as much to Nancy, but it was clear that there was…something between them.

I cleared my throat and gestured to the cushioned seat at Nancy’s window, “I can scrunch up here for the night.”

“No, no,” Nancy jumped to attention, “You can sleep in the bed with me.” “Oh, no,” I quickly shot her down, “I-I don’t want to be a bother.” “No, really,” she pushed back, clearly the ‘not alone’ wish included me, “It’s okay.” I relented, going to the other side of the bed and pulling back the sheets. Nancy climbed in and the two of us shifted a bit awkwardly, trying to give each other enough personal space to not feel cramped. I was clinging to the edge, feeling like I was taking up far too much room in a stranger’s territory. “Do you want the lights off or—“ Jonathan began from the floor.

“On,” Nancy cut him off.

A moment of uncomfortable silence passed between us before Jonathan spoke up again. “You know, it…it can’t get us in here,” he offered.” Nancy took a breath, “We don’t know that.”

Shutting my eyes, I tucked my hands under Nancy’s pillows and began telling myself the same comfortable lies I had been trying to all evening. Eleven was at Mike’s house, she was in the basement being fed Eggos and was perfectly fine. I’d be alive in the morning, I’d find her perfectly content with the boys and then we could continue trying to to help find Will…

It was the only thing I had to cling to.

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The sound of pages turning woke me up.

I was a light sleeper to begin with, living in places where what precious few things you owned could be taken from you would do that to a person. When I woke up in Nancy’s bed, it was one of the first times I’d ever woken up and not felt like I was in some sort of danger.

“Hi,” I mumbled, looking up at a hunched over Nancy.

“Hey,” she replied, not turning away from the book she was studying, “Did I wake you up?”

“No,” I slowly sat up, rubbing at one of my eyes, “Well, yeah, but it’s fine. Did you sleep at all?”

Nancy shook her head, “Every time I close my eyes, I just…keep seeing that…thing. Wherever I was, that place…I think that it lives there. It was feeding there, on a dying deer that Jonathan and I found. That means that if…” she inhaled, “If Will and my friend Barb…”

I didn’t know what to say, how could you comfort someone when you were just as scared? Clearly whoever crossed the creature’s path suffered an awful fate, I couldn’t bear to think about Eleven in its clutches.

“Hey,” Jonathan’s voice startled me, he’d woken up while Nancy and I talked and was coming to take a seat next to Nancy, “My mom said she talked to Will. If he’s alive, there’s a chance Barbara is, too.”

I made a mental note to ask what he meant about his mom later. “That means that she’s trapped, in that place…” Nancy paused, “We have to find it again.” Jonathan looked confused, “You wanna go back out there?” “We have to find it somehow,” I added my voice to the mix, “Even if you two don’t come with, I’m going.”

“Maybe we don’t have to,” Nancy said, “When I saw it, it was feeding on that deer. Meaning it’s…it’s a predator, right?”

“Right,” Jonathan nodded, I mimicked as if I knew what the word predator meant.

“And it seems to hunt at night, like a…” Nancy flipped a page in the wildlife book she was reading, “A lion or a coyote. But it doesn’t hunt in packs like them. It’s always alone, like…like a bear. But remember at Steve’s, when Barb cut herself?” More nodding as if I understood who she was talking about and what had happened.

“Then, last night, the deer…” Nancy continued, looking to Jonathan.

“It was bleeding too,” he finished.

“So it’s like a shark?” I interjected, hoping I didn’t sound stupid, “They like blood, right?” “Exactly,” Nancy said definitively, flipping a few pages in the book till she found the chapter about sea creatures, “Sharks can detect blood in one part per million. That’s one drop of blood in a million, and they can smell it from a quarter mile away.” The pieces were beginning to connect. “So you’re saying it can detect blood?” Jonathan asked.

“It’s just a theory,” Nancy replied quietly. “But a good one,” I confirmed. “We could test it,” Jonathan shrugged slightly, “But if it works…” It would attack.

“At least we’ll know it’s coming,” Nancy finished, looking to Jonathan.

Suddenly, it was like I wasn’t there. The air had changed again as soon as Nancy and Jonathan had looked into each other’s eyes. I’d have thought I was crazy if I hadn’t been watching their hands slowly crawl towards one another until they were clasped.

The sudden turning of the door knob startled all three of us.

“Honey, are you up?” a female voice called.

“Yeah, I’m…” Nancy shouted, “I’m getting dressed.”

“I, uh, made some blueberry pancakes.” “I’ll be down in a second,” Nancy winced.

I pressed my hand to my chest, trying to calm my heart down into realizing it didn’t need to react so strongly. Nobody was coming for me, nobody was going to force their way through the door and take me anywhere…

“Your mom doesn’t knock?” Jonathan joked, bringing a small smile to Nancy’s face.

“I need to get out of here if she’s going to keep coming up,” I slid off the bed and went to find my clothes from the night before. “We can slip out the window,” Nancy suggested.

The three of us quickly moved around the room, Jonathan putting on his sweater and Nancy and I grabbing our clothes. Nancy took my hand and pulled me to the door, “Stay quiet.” Peeking out the door and seeing the coast was clear, we crossed the short distance to the bathroom. Nancy locked the door and turned her back to me, “We have to be fast, we’ve only got maybe five more minutes before my mom comes back up.”

“Got it,” I began to undress, “Thank you for letting me stay here. You really didn’t need to.” “No, of course,” she said, “It’s so unfair that people have to live like that.”

I shrugged into my sweater, wishing I could tell her the half of how I actually lived. “Well, it was really nice of you. I won’t forget it.”

“How could you?” she replied, “I don’t think I’d forget what happened last night either.”

The two of us shared a shy laugh as we finished dressing. After, we snuck back into Nancy’s room.

Jonathan was dressed to go, already opening the window so we could make our escape. He tossed Nancy the bat he’d been carrying the night before while I slung my backpack over my shoulders. I slipped out the window first, holding onto the drain pipe for dear life as I took careful steps down the roof. Sitting down once I couldn’t go any further, I clutched the edge before swinging over and landing on the pavement. Nancy threw me down the bat and followed, Jonathan brought up our rear. The three of us ran to the car that Jonathan had parked a ways down the street so Nancy’s family couldn’t see it. Climbing in the backseat and buckling myself in, I concentrated and telepathically tried to reach Eleven…

If you’re still there…I’m coming…just hang on.

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If I was to find one good thing about the day, it was driving through downtown Hawkins.

I’d spent the last four years hiding in shelters and under bridges, only slipping into diners on the edges of different cities. As Jonathan drove past different stores and restaurants, passing people of all ages living all different sorts of lives, I couldn’t help but smile. It was exciting.

Jonathan parked outside a shop he said sold all the supplies we’d need to construct the trap Nancy and him had planned out. I didn’t know what half the things they’d described were so I’d just sat quietly, stared out the window and agreed whenever they asked for my opinion. I followed around the store feeling painfully stupid.

When we got to the checkout counter, the worker raised both eyebrows at the pile of goods we were buying.

“And I’ll have four boxes of the .38s,” Jonathan added.

Finally, I got tired of not understand and leaned over to Nancy. If I wanted to know what everybody was talking about, I had to start asking. “What are .38s?”

“Bullets,” Jonathan mumbled as the guy handed him the small boxes.

“What you kids doin’ with all this?” he asked.

Nancy, Jonathan and I shared a look. “Monster hunting,” Nancy answered, a shockingly acceptable answer for the man.

The three of us left with our hands full of supplies, Jonathan and I both chortling. “Monster hunting…” I repeated, “Does Hawkins get a lot of that?” Nancy chuckled, staring off into the distance after. “You know, last week I was shopping for a new top I thought Steve might like. It took me and Barb all weekend,” she mused, loading the supplies into Jonathan’s car, “It seemed life or death, you know? And…and now—“

“You’re shopping for bear traps with Jonathan Byers,” Jonathan finished, “What’s the weirdest part? Me or the bear trap?”

“You,” Nancy smiled, and there they were acting as if they’d known each other for much much longer…”Definitely you.”

“I’m typically the weirdest part of any story,” I stated, helping Jonathan shut the trunk. The three of us laughed. “Not this time,” Jonathan smiled.

A car honked loudly as it passed us, “Hey, Nancy! Can’t wait to see your movie.”

“What the hell was that?” Jonathan asked as we watched the driver speed off.

“I don’t know,” Nancy muttered. She turned around and I watched as her eyes widened.

“Nancy?” I looked after her, Jonathan and I both following her as she walked away from us, “Nancy, what’s wrong?”

Her walk turned to a run quickly and soon, Jonathan and I were chasing after her. “Nancy, wait!” he yelled.

We followed her across the road until she stopped in front of the movie theater, a place I’d only been in once in a Hawkins-like town in Illinois. She stared up at the board that announced what they were showing, spray painted letters reading ’Starring Nancy The Slut Wheeler’ below ‘All The Right Moves.’

“Wait…what does that mean? 'Slut?'” I whispered to Jonathan.

“Nothing good,” he answered.

A hissing sound came from nearby, I knew exactly what it belonged to having camped near several graffiti artists. Nancy ran towards the noise, Jonathan and I calling for her as we followed. Jonathan, not that coordinated of a runner, definitely couldn’t keep up with her. I, however, was probably faster than both of them and was able to catch up to Nancy easily. When I found her in the alleyway, she was marching towards a group of teenagers, one of them holding a spray paint can. I was more than surprised when she walked up to one and slapped him across the face.

“What is wrong with you?” she yelled.

“What’s wrong with me?” the one she’d slapped repeated, “What’s wrong with you? I was worried about you. I can’t believe that I was worried about you.” “What are you talking about?” “I wouldn’t lie if I were you,” one of the girls said, “You wouldn’t want to be known as the lying slut now, do you?”

“Hey,” I stared her down, coming to stand behind Nancy, “There’s no need for that.” The girl laughed at me, turning back to her friends as if I wasn’t real. “Wow, did Little Miss Priss get lucky twice? Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Everything they were saying was foreign to me. “Speak of the devil,” the boy Nancy hadn’t slapped said, looking behind us. Jonathan had finally caught up.

“You came by last night?” Nancy asked the guy in front of her.

“Ding! Ding! Ding!” the girl who’d been mocking Nancy and I continued, “Does she get a prize?”

Nancy hurriedly took a breath, “Look, I don’t know what you think you saw, but it wasn’t like that.” “What, you just let him into your room to…” the brunette glared towards Jonathan, “Study? Or for another pervy photo session?”

I didn’t have a clue about who he was or his relation to Nancy, but he kept taking it one step further than it needed to go. My hesitation to step in was quickly disappearing…

“We were just—“ Nancy began to argue.

“You were just what?” the guy interrupted her, “Finish the sentence.”

He took a step forward and inched towards Nancy’s face, “Finish the sentence.”

Nancy stood there, chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to collect herself. The guy looked her up and down before scoffing, “Go to hell, Nancy.”

“Come on, Nancy,” Jonathan pulled her arm while I reached for her other, “Let’s just leave.”

I corralled Nancy away from the group while Jonathan tried to block the brunette from getting any closer to her. “You know what, Byers? I’m actually kind of impressed. I always took you for a queer,” he shoved Jonathan’s back, “But I guess you’re just a little screw-up like your father.”

He continued to push Jonathan, even as I let go of Nancy and tried to pull Jonathan away. “Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That house is full of screw-ups. You know, I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. A bunch of screw-ups in your family.” “Jonathan,” Nancy said, he’d stopped walking by then and so had we, “Leave it.”

“I mean, your mom…” the brunette continued, “I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother-“

Without a second thought, I spun around on my heel and cut him off mid-sentence with a firm punch to the chin. His friends exclaimed as he stumbled backwards, cradling his face.

“Sorry,” I seethed, making sure to lock eyes with him, “I was aiming for the mouth,” I turned to Nancy and Jonathan, “Let’s go.”

“Oh, that makes perfect sense,” the brunette kept going, his speech only slightly affected from my hit, “Have a girl fight your fights for you, Byers. Can’t even do it yourself. It makes total sense! I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but the Byers, their family, is a disgrace to the entire—“

Finally snapping, Jonathan turned around and punched the guy so hard he fell into some railing. After realizing what had just happened, he lunged at Jonathan and tacked him to the hood of the nearby car before throwing him to the ground. “Jonathan!” I cried. “Steve!” Nancy yelled at the same time, finally giving me a name to call the asshole.

Jonathan gained the upper hand and flipped Steve over, trying to land a blow but Steve was able to wiggle out of it. Jonathan was finally able to get a hit in, sending Steve stumbling. “Get in there,” one of the girls shouted to the other guy, “He’s going to hurt himself!”

Just as the other guy was pulling Jonathan to him, I stepped forward and landed a kick to his stomach, throwing him back. “I wouldn’t,” I warned. “Hey! Hey! Get out of here!” Steve pulled his friend away from Jonathan and I, “Get out of here! Get out of here!”

Jonathan took a swing that Steve easily dodged, throwing a punch that sent Jonathan spinning. I braced him so he wouldn’t go down and he turned around to nail Steve.

“Jonathan! Stop!” Nancy cried, “You’re going to hurt him!” But he was too far gone, pushed too far. Jonathan punched Steve again before kneeling on him and getting in a few more hits. Once I heard police sirens, I knew the fight needed to end immediately or else I was in danger. “Jonathan, we need to leave!” I shouted, he couldn’t hear me.

“Guys!” Nancy tried once more, “Jonathan, get off of him! Stop it!”

“Cops!” Steve’s friend shouted, “Come on!”

“Jonathan! You have to stop!” Nancy tried to grab Jonathan’s arm, “Stop it!”

“Hey, he’s had enough, man!” Steve’s friend pulled at Jonathan, “I said he’s had enough!”

Jonathan shoved at the other guy and went back to attacking Steve, the cop car pulling up behind us and two getting out. They both reached for Jonathan, trying to pull him away, and Jonathan jerked backwards. One of them fell back onto the other car, clutching his nose.

“Shit,” I whispered through my hands. Jonathan was yanked off of Steve by the uninjured cop and thrown against the hood of the car while Steve’s friend pulled him away to safety. They ran off, along with the girls, while the cop with the bloody nose chased after them. Nancy and I stood in the middle of it all, panic reaching my throat at what would happen if the cops saw my already bruising knuckles. Nancy looked like she was panicking herself, I busied myself with wrapping my arms around her and trying to comfort her.

Jonathan’s rights were read to him before the cop dragged him off to their vehicle, his car keys having fallen on the ground. Nancy kneeled down to grab them, “Come on, we need to follow him.”

“To the station?” I squeaked.

“Yes,” she replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Come on!”

The cop car pulled out of the alleyway with Nancy already running off back towards Jonathan’s car. I stood frozen, my streak of courage leaving as quick as it had come. As long as I kept to myself, the cops couldn’t find any reason to ask me questions. I took a shaking breath and ran after Nancy, catching up to her quickly.

“Are you okay?” I asked as we reached the car.

“No,” she climbed in the front seat, “I can’t believe that just happened.” It was clear that Nancy had never been violent in her life, whereas I had witnessed my share in sixteen years. Both in the lab and on the streets. It was how I knew how to throw a punch.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” I lied, beginning to feel the pain in my hand. We pulled out of our parking space and Nancy began to drive us to the station. “So…that was Steve?” Nancy sighed, “Yeah…” “Steve that you were shopping for tops for all last weekend?”

“Yeah.”

I hummed in reply, “I don’t think he was worth it.” Nancy chuckled sadly, “You shouldn’t have hit him.” “What was I supposed to do?” I shrugged, rubbing my wrist, “He was insulting you! And Jonathan.”

The quiet noise from the radio filled the silence as we drove. After a few seconds, Nancy spoke up. “Thank you.”

I smiled slightly, “You’re welcome.”

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The lost sheep: ReaderxVampire!Eddie munson.

A/N: I really like the whole idea of vampire Eddie and plus I wanted to do something special and give Wayne a some what of a happy ending.

Warning: Angst, violence, trauma, ptsd.

Summary: two years had officially passed since the traumatic event of vecna and the upside down basically leaking into Hawkins not to mention you losing the only man you had truly ever loved. You made a him a promise to look after the sheep special one very important sheep his uncle.

Two years had passed since you lost him. Two very long years ago you watch the love of your life fight for a town who had turn their backs on him. An two very long years ago you watched him die for this town. You held him in your arm sobbing begging him to hold on telling him how he was a hero and with one last promise to take care of all the sheep special his uncle and a I love you, you had lost him.

In those two years you kept that promise though. You couldn’t be completely honest with Wayne but you told him how Eddie had saved you and Dustin. Even though the town thought he was murder and devil worshipper he still fought to the very End to save Hawkins to. You had given him Eddie guitar pick necklace and offered to stay with Wayne since he had just lost the only family he had. Wayne was hesitant at first not wanting everyone to turn their backs on you like they did with him but he eventually agreed.

Wayne knew how much you loved Eddie you to were practically inseparable from a young age. He swore once Eddie graduated he thought he proposed to you, so you were already practically family. Your family wasn’t exactly thrilled with the thought of you living with Wayne but you didn’t care you were gonna do anything to fulfill your promise to Eddie. That exactly what you did.

Dustin help with taken over hellfire and keeping an eye on the boys of corroded coffin. You moved into Wayne little trailer staying in Eddie room. You handle all of Eddie funeral arrangements making sure it was in a private location only for his friends and Wayne. You helped box some of Eddie things leaving out his tap, some shirts for you to wear at night, his jacket and collect of D&D figure. All thing of comfort to you and Wayne on night you missed him the most. You made sure you cooked for Wayne and he ate it. You kept the trailer clean and made sure that Wayne made it to work okay.

Some day were better than others but when you found the nightmares had started to come back you knew it was time to tell uncle Wayne the whole truth. “EDDIE! PLEASE NO!” You screamed shooting up out of a dead sleep covered in sweat you began to cry. “Hey kiddo I’m here.” “It’s okay.” Wayne rushed into the hugging you that when you heard it. The four chimes of the clock. “Fuck it’s can’t be no!” You cried closing your eyes when Wayne held you. “Hey kid, you gotta tell me what’s going on? So I can help.” You swallowed setting close on the bed to him just incase it was a trick by vecna. You explained everything to him from vecna and how Eddie was truly innocent from Chrissy death and the upside down and how Eddie had really saved the town to all the others and El. You explained how it wasn’t over and how you were hearing the bells now to.

You had gathered a bag putting Iron Maiden into Eddie old tap player and putting it on. “Hey kid your not doing this by yourself! I’m not letting you go alone!” “I’ll help!” You stood your ground. “Uncle Wayne I can’t let you come with me I made a promise to Eddie I’d keep an eye on you and I’d keep you safe so I can’t have you getting hurt either.” You pleaded with him. When he wrapped you in a hug “please kid your the only family I’ve got I can’t lose you to.” You could see the tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry uncle Wayne but I have to end this once and for all.” You stepped out of the trailer hearing his sobs broke your heart.

You had gotten a hold of the other Dustin, Steve, Robin Nancy,and Mike.some of the other were harder to track down El, Will, Jonathan, hopper and Joyce had moved again but they promised they be back as soon as they could. Lucas and Erica stayed with max who was still in the hospital just in case vecna decided to come back for her to. You guys had found the gate under lover lake was opened again so you figured it be your best bet to enter the upside down.

“Hey..if anything happens to me..can you guys please keep an eye on Wayne please. He already lost so much.” You could feel the tears in your eyes “admirable of you, you sat back and watch his nephew die and now you care for him.” Dustin said “what??” You mumbled looking up to be met with vecna face “it’s your time Y/N”. You rushed to grabbed Eddie tape player out of your bag when it was thrown out of your hands into the water below. “I will not be defeated again.. not this time!” He raised his large hand in front of your face cause you to be lifted out of the boat .

“Y/N!” Dustin yelled “where’s the fucking tape player!” Steve shouted “it was in her bag..” “fuck the one that just fell into the lake.” Robin mumbled. “Uh guys what the fuck is that?” Nancy spoke when a huge shadow knocked Y/N out of the air. Y/N closed her eyes trying to remember every good member she had. All of them involving Eddie in one way or another. “HEY ASSHOLE!” “NOT THIS TIME.” She could’ve sworn she heard his voice when she open her eyes all she could see was a blur but it was Eddie he was standing in front of her blood covering most of his clothes. His hair was longer and he was taller and thinner she looked down seeing vecna on the ground headless Eddie had his head in his hand throwing it. “Ed’s?” You said weakly trying not to scream from the pain of a broken arm and leg. “It’s me.. I’m here Y/N.” “Am I dead? Are you dead?” You cried. “No your not dead but we’re gonna get you help okay.”

Everyone rushed out of the boat to where you had lay on the ground. The black mass finally settling around you as you lay in it’s arms. “Eddie?” Dustin whispered almost approaching him before Steve grabbed him back “it’s me..” Dustin ran to him hugging him. “It’s over I killed him.” “How?” Steve whispered and Eddie flashed a smile revealing his teeth. “Vampire.” Robin whispered “I can explain it all later but we need to get Y/N some help.” Eddie could feel the tears in his eyes “We all walked here the nearest hospital about 40 miles.” Nancy added.

“Eds? Boy?” “Is that you?” Wayne truck had pulled up to unconscious Y/N and everyone surrounding them. “Uncle Wayne how did you?” Eds stood almost afraid to approach him “followed them I wasn’t about lose the only family I had left.” He helped put Y/N in the truck. “I didn’t hurt them I would Never hurt them. I didn’t hurt Chrissy either.” Eddie cried into his uncle shoulder. “I know boy.. I’ve always known but right now we’re gonna get them some help and then we will have time to catch up okay.” “You head back to my trailer and stay in your room and I’ll handle taking care of Y/N but Son they kept your promise they always took care of your lost sheep.”

A/N: sorry if this sucked I haven’t really been feeling it lately all thing considered. If their any mistakes I will fix later.

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stranger-marauders · 2 years

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fractured

eighteen: morse code

chapter summary: Kate tries to help as much as possible despite her injuries limiting her severely. Steve tries to navigate odd situations with Nancy now that she and Jonathan are back.

chapter warnings: language, hurt/comfort, survivor's guilt, general angst

word count: 2.3k

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AFTER HOPPER HAD pulled every item that belonged in the Byers’ shed out and threw it in the yard, Nancy and Steve started to hang tarps to cover the exposed wooden walls inside of it.

The thought process behind this plan was if they covered the shed with tarps, Will wouldn’t be able to recognize where he was and tell the Mind Flayer, as they’d started calling it, where they were. Maybe that way they could stall for time, possibly get some information out of him. That meant, however, that they had to completely cover it. They wouldn’t take any more unnecessary risks.

Steve wished it could have been Kate in the shed with him instead of Nancy. She somehow would’ve made stapling tarps to the wall much more fun and exciting, but instead, he and her father both had told her to go lay back down again. Of course, while she hadn’t gone back into Jonathan’s room like she should have, at least she wasn’t on her feet.

Nancy and Steve, however, didn’t speak as they hung the tarps, trying their best to get the job done as quickly as possible to avoid the awkwardness between them.

It was obvious that her and Jonathan had been together for the past couple of days, and it was something that Steve couldn’t get angry with her for. Steve had made plans to tell Kate he loved her, to possibly go out with her if she felt the same way, and that was after the two days they’d spent together. He couldn’t get mad about it because, realistically, he wanted Nancy to be with the guy she really loved. He just didn’t want to be alone with her right now.

Eventually, Nancy broke the awkward silence that hung in the air. “Hey.”

Steve turned to look at her expectantly, still standing on the step ladder with a staple gun in his hand.

“What you did, um, helping the kids… that was… really cool.”

“Yeah,” he said, looking back up to the tarp and moving up a step on the step ladder to reach higher. “Those little shits are real trouble, you know?”

Nancy nodded. “Believe me, I know.” Whenever he had turned back to stapling the tarp again, she looked down to the ground. “How’s Kate?”

“She’s, uh… I don’t know,” he replied, avoiding eye contact with Nancy. “You didn’t see what it was like in there.” He shook his head. “There was so much blood, Nance, I…”

“I know,” she said, frowning slightly. Whenever his worried expression hadn’t changed, she continued. “Hey, at least she’s still here, right?”

“Yeah,” he said softly, looking to his hands for only a moment before stapling another part of the tarp against the wall.

Steve didn’t think he could ever get the vision out of his mind from that night in the lab. Whenever he had picked Kate up off the floor, her blood seemed to pool beneath her, deep red staining her skin and hair and clothes. His hands had become soaked with her blood, the red seemingly caked onto his skin as well as hers. Whenever they’d gotten back to the Byers’ home, he tried to help as much as he could, only seeming to push more blood out of her wounds than stop it. The thoughts seemed to stain his mind, just as her blood had stained his hands.

He only knew that her struggling was far from over—more than anything, he hoped he could stay true to his word.

Kate had waited patiently on the couch for everyone to come back from outside. Her father had waited with her inside, just to make sure she hadn’t gotten up to help.

She sat on the couch, asking her father the occasional question, which he would respond with something along the lines of, “Don’t worry about it.” At that point in the night, as much of a resource she was, Kate was far too hurt physically to be helping as much as she wanted to. Hopper could tell, however, that she was about at her limit of what she could take. He wondered if it would just be better to take her home, but he didn’t want to leave her alone. Who knew what was going to happen to her?

By the time everyone had come back from setting up the shed, they all moved to their own places, everyone minding their own business. Kate still lay on the couch but was now joined by Steve, who had started messing around with her, swinging around the baseball bat.

“You think you’re so cool with that thing,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t need the bat to be cool,” he said, lowering it down to his side.

Kate sighed. “Sure.” She tried to readjust herself, but she winced whenever her waist rubbed against the couch cushions—rubbing anything against her wound caused her immediate pain. While she tried to hide it, sometimes she couldn’t help but react.

“Whoa, you okay?” he asked, dropping the bat to kneel down next to her.

“Yeah,” she said, shaking her head. “Yeah, I–I’m fine. Just rubbed against it, that’s all.”

“You think we need to check them soon?”

Kate rolled her eyes. “Steve, I’m fine.”

“Kathy…” His eyebrows furrowed together, eyes widened. “I’m just worried about you.”

She sighed. Damn puppy dog eyes. “Fine.”

He watched her carefully as she sat up, lifting her sweatshirt. Whenever he looked to her stomach, a patch covering a large portion of her left side, he looked to her for only a moment as he peeled it back. The bandage itself had been covered in blood already, and as he peeled it back, she winced slightly, tensing until it was completely off her skin. He only stared for a moment, pressing his lips together as he studied the wound.

“What is it?” she said, trying to look down at it. Whenever her eyes met the wound, she quickly turned away, her eyes glazing over.

“Hey, it’s not that bad,” he replied, meeting her eyes and grabbing her hand.

She bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to let her tears fall over before nodding. “Okay.”

Whenever he took a minute to look at her wound again, he met her eyes again. “It looks better than it did before. It stopped bleeding, so…”

She laughed pitifully. “Better?”

“Yeah, loosely,” Steve replied, shaking his head. “All right, there’s another one on your shoulder, too.”

“Patch me up first, will you?”

He smiled slightly. “Only because you asked so nicely.” Steve went back to Jonathan’s room to grab two fresh bandages from the first aid kit, coming back out with them in hand. Whenever he walked back into the room, Kate had slipped the sweatshirt over her head, waiting for him with her shoulder, still covered by the patch, ready for him to look at next. He scratched the back of his neck as he moved closer to her, moving to sit next to her on the couch. He’d seen her in a bra multiple times, but this time, for some reason, was different. Somehow, he was much more embarrassed and hadn’t wanted to be caught staring, even if he hadn’t been at all.

The wound on her shoulder had looked about the same as the one on her side, and Steve patched it up, just as he had the first time. Whenever he had finally sealed off the patch, he moved back a couple of inches from her, meeting her face. As they stared into each other’s eyes, seeming to forget about everything else around them as they moved inevitably closer to one another, every issue seemed to melt away.

Before they could move any closer together, however, the back door of the house slammed open and shut, and Kate quickly jerked away, slipping the sweatshirt back over her head as her cheeks flushed. Steve picked her up off the couch, getting her to her feet so they would walk into the kitchen together.

Whenever they walked in, Hopper sat down at the dining room table.

“What happened?” Dustin asked.

Kate moved to sit next to him, Steve standing behind her again as they both watched her father write something down.

“I think he’s talking, just not with words,” Hopper replied.

Kate watched as her father’s writing turned into something she immediately recognized.

“What is that?” Steve asked.

“Morse code,” Kate replied, only looking to him for a second.

“H-E-R-E,” Hopper said, writing the letters underneath the corresponding dashes and dots.

“Here.”

Hopper only sighed. “Will’s still in there. He’s talking to us.”

Kate and her father set up a system where he radioed the morse code to her and she translated it for them. It had proven to be easy enough, all except for the killer migraine she had.

“Dash, dot, dash, dot,” Kate said, under her breath. She spoke louder for everyone to hear her. “C.”

“How’d you learn all this?” Steve asked. He didn’t know that she could understand something such a thing—certainly that would have come up in their multiple years of friendship unless it was a recent skill she’d learned.

She scrunched her nose. “Come on, my dad’s a cop and fought in ‘Nam. I would be a disappointment if I didn’t know this, honestly.”

Steve let out a short laugh and smiled: he loved how even in times of crisis, Kate was still Kate. She had almost died only a couple of hours before and she was still cracking jokes. His gaze fell on her again, his eyebrows furrowing together. “You sure you should be doing this? Your head—”

“I’m fine,” Kate said, ignoring her migraine again. While she probably shouldn’t have been doing anything like that, it wasn’t about just her: it was about saving lives.

As her father kept beeping to her over the radio, she kept adding letters until they got the message from Will: “CLOSE GATE.”

Before they could figure out what that meant, the phone inside of the house rang.

“Shit. Shit!” Dustin shouted, running after it. After he hung up the phone, it rang again. Nancy quickly ripped it out of the wall, throwing it to the floor.

“Do you think he heard that?” Max asked.

“It’s just a phone. It could be anywhere. Right?” Steve asked.

As if right on cue, they heard a screeching sound in the distance. The Demodogs had found them.

“That’s not good,” Dustin said.

Before they could react to what they’d heard, Hopper, Joyce, Jonathan, and Mike came back from the shed, Will slung unconscious over Hopper’s shoulder and two guns in the man’s hand. “Hey. Hey! Get away from the windows.”

Steve scooped Kate up from the dining room chair, looping his arm around her waist once again. They moved to the living room where everyone else had moved, waiting for any type of direction.

Hopper raised one of his guns up to Jonathan. “Do you know how to use this?”

“What?”

“Can you use this!”

“I can,” Kate said, still holding onto Steve.

“Kate, you can barely stand—”

“I don’t need to stand to shoot.”

He sighed. They were out of time to be arguing, and she was the next best shot in the room. He threw the gun to her, and she prepared herself, finally standing on her own for the first time without someone else holding her up. She didn’t know how she had done it, but assumed she was only standing based off of adrenaline. Whatever it was, she wasn’t going to question it: it was the most normal she’d felt in hours. Steve stood next to her, his bat in hand, and her father stood on the other side of her with his own gun.

“Where are they?” Nancy asked.

There was a loud thud from the window in the dining room.

“What are they doing?” Kate asked.

They all watched quietly as the bushes outside rustled with movement. They heard snarling from outside the window they stood in front of.

Before any of the people inside could react, the screeching stopped, and was quickly replaced with cries of pain instead. One of the beasts suddenly came through the window, Steve moving in front of Kate as it landed to the ground in front of them. The group only looked to it as it lay on the floor, unmoving.

“Holy shit,” Dustin said.

“Is it dead?” Max asked.

Hopper moved closer to it, kicking it with his shoe. Before anyone could add anything, a sudden creak sound came from the outside of the door. They all turned to face it as the lock turned up and the chain on the door came off. Both Kate and Hopper pointed their guns at the door, Steve taking a protective stance with his bat. Lucas was even ready with his Wrist Rocket pulled back, ready for action.

Whenever the door opened, however, revealing a familiar face, they all lowered their weapons.

El had come back to them.

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Lie About Us (Part 15)

Daniel Garcia x f/Reader

Warnings: Some swearing.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

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Just a short chapter, the next one will be longer & the last one.

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Summary: F/Reader is the daughter of Jon Moxley & starts to date Daniel Garcia. The only problem is, she hasn't told her father.

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Jon Moxley's POV:

"Jonathan Daniel Garcia."

Wait, what?

I saw Renee cover her mouth in shock as she looked between YN, Daniel and I.

"Dad?" My daughter said.

"You named him after me, but why?" A confused look came over their faces.

"Because you're his Grandpa, my Dad."

"But I have been horrible to you both." I looked down at my Grandson, who was fussing but not that bad yet.

"Daniel, want to come with me?" Renee asked as she could see that YN and I needed to talk.

"Yeah sure." He stood up from his chair, leaned down and gave YN a kiss and followed Renee out the door.

I took the spot that Daniel was once sitting in and made myself comfy.

"Dad, we can start fresh if you would like? Go back to how it was before we started to fight." YN suggested.

"That isn't going to be possible though is it Princess? You are engaged and you just had a baby."

"It can be possible. I know we both said some things we are not proud of."

"I told you to pick him over me and that wasn't fair for us. Renee made me sleep on the couch in the basement for that."

"Not even one of the spare rooms?" YN asked me, clearly amused.

"Nope, they were off limits. I had to grovel." My daughter snorted at me as she laughed. I have missed her laughter.

"Dad, I knew we would eventually talk again and I made a promise to you when I was younger that I would include your name with my first born."

I completely forgot about that.

YN and I were playing house. She was pretending to be the Mom and I was her son. "Now for your name." I came up with something that I thought was funny and YN did laugh and agreed to it. Later on she told me that if she ever had a child, that they would either have the first or middle name Jonathan or a girly version of it. I asked her why, and with the innocence of a child, she answer, "because you're my hero Daddy."

I didn't know it at the time but YN was being abused by her birth mother. Even the thought of that woman makes me want to throw something, but I calmed myself down when I heard the little coos coming from the baby boy in my arms.

I looked down at him and I couldn't help but smile. "Our little Jonnie." I said, not even bothering to look up.

When I did look up, I saw her phone in her hand and she was taking photos. "Let me take some photos of you two." I said as I reached my hand out and she placed her phone in it.

I gently handed her my Grandson and took a few photos. The door opened and in walked Renee, Nora and Daniel.

"Every one wants to see him. Is it okay if I take him out or just wait a bit longer?" Daniel asked.

"It's fine. Kris keeps asking when they can see him." YN said as she handed over her son.

"Colby and Becky want to come in as they have to leave soon." Renee said. I looked at YN to see if it was okay.

"They are here too? Of course." YN asked, completely surprised.

"Princess, everyone is here or they have been calling nonstop." I said to her.

Daniel left the room once more and not even a moment later, Becky and Colby came in.

"Hey kid, you gave us a bit of a scare there." Colby said as he hugged YN carefully.

Later on Becky told me that when she told him what was going on, he broke down crying so much so that he actually made himself sick over it.

Colby and YN were close. She saw him as an Uncle and he saw her a niece. He never forgot a holiday or birthday. He even showed up with me to her school plays when he could and was the loudest one there.

"I'm fine Colby, I swear." She said to him as he pulled away. I saw her cup his face in her hands and she wiped away some tears.

"Are you sure?" He asked her. Becky was gripping my arm as we watched the two of them.

“Giving up is for rookies.” I laughed quietly when I heard her say that. That has been their thing since the one day he watched her for me and she forced him to watch a bunch of Disney movies.

I walked into my house, the two of them on the floor, a bowl of popcorn between them and they were just finishing the movie Hercules.

Colby and Becky left not long after that. They gushed over my Grandson. We took many photos of them with him.

As well as many with Nora and her nephew. Renee was already talking about getting these photos printed and hung up.

I could see YN fighting to stay awake. Daniel saw as well. I watched as he quietly spoke to her and she nodded her head yes at whatever he was saying.

"I think it is time for us to get to the hotel." Renee said. "We will be back in the morning."

Renee kissed her cheek and I kissed her forehead, muttering how much I love her.

I was just about to leave the room when I turned around to say something else, when I saw Daniel push YN's hair away from her face and smile down at her.

The room was as quiet as it can be and I heard him say, "I don't want to be alone tonight."

"Daniel, sweetheart I am fine." He took a breath.

"I know you are but I am scared that when I fall asleep I will see you lying there, not moving, not breathing." His voice cracked.

"Daniel, come with Renee and I. We got plenty of space in the hotel room." I offered. He jumped slightly as he thought I was gone and YN looked at me with a tired smile.

"I don't want to impose." He said.

"Not at all. You need to be with family right now." This was probably one of the nicest things I have ever said to him.

He agreed and kissed YN goodbye, promising that he would be back in the morning.

Renee was waiting for me, talking with Eddie and Paul. I took Nora from her and held her against my chest. I felt myself go soft when my baby girl snuggled into my chest.

"Daniel is coming with us. I don't want him to be alone tonight." I told her.

"I agree. He needs to be around family." Renee said to me. She knew this was a big step in the right direction for YN and I to heal.

And I really didn't want him to be alone. I have no idea what I would of done in his spot. One second she was fine and the next second she wasn't.

"I have my car if you would like for me to drive?" Daniel offered as he just finished talking with the Doctor about YN.

"Sure kid, but I'm in charge of the music."

"YN is the same way when she is in the car." He teased.

"Well, then I already know the music will be good. She is my daughter after all."

Final Part

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like-rain-or-confetti · 2 years

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Being one of the biggest criminals in Gotham comes at a price. A new priority takes hold as everything in your old life is left behind. Even those who you love most may have to be left behind. When you left them, your words stuck. "-because in ten years from now, I'll remember your name but you won't remember mine." It expressed how you felt, left behind.

The Riddler: You knew about his OCD. You knew everything about Edward Nygma and loved him, no matter how frustrated you could get with him. It was a steady decline as his obsession with beating the Batman was growing. He seemed to forget the rest of his life entirely, you included. You didn't see him for days at a time sometimes. He showed no interest in spending time with you. He completely threw himself into his work. He didn't even seem to notice when you gave up fighting him on it. You went to his hideout and broke up with him after chasing away the idea of writing a note and leaving it for him when he finally came home. After all of this he still seemed blind-sided and you finally told him your view of how things were going. He was condescending almost immediately, mocking your lack of intelligence for thinking such things. Then it really sank in. You weren't here for a fight. You were here because it's over. The Riddler could see it in your eyes. You were done. That's when he took a turn for the worst. An explosive anger and frustration. Why don't you understand that this is his purpose? Why is it an issue now? You knew everything about him. You know he's been faithful so why are you doing this? He doesn't understand that just because he wasn't showing his attention elsewhere, that didn't mean it was a fulfilling relationship. He didn't even tell you where he was going ever. You always had to figure it out. Those words deeply hurt him. It hurt that you thought so lowly of him. Seeing he has a photographic memory, he couldn't forget even if he wanted to but to think him so low as to forget you? That hurt and he isn't sure he could forgive you for that.

Scarecrow: Everything was like solving a problem. You couldn't tell how Jonathan was feeling and you couldn't exactly guarantee that anything he did feel was actually an appropriate response. It was tiring. You were tired. Although with every passing day, you recognised that you weren't as certain about his feelings for you as your feelings to him. However those words, as intriguing as they were, were not of his doing. It was yours. If you were concerned he'd forget about you in the future then why would set it in stone by breaking up with him now? Although that wasn't really the point was it? Scarecrow had made his choices and with each one, the room for you got narrower and smaller. You didn't fit comfortably anymore, you were being forced into his life. If that's how you felt...well he couldn't stop you. Silently, he'd let you. Your happiness wasn't with him and he loved you enough to let you go. You might consider him emotionless in this time but it's Jonathan's way of letting you go and making it easier for you.

Two-Face: He hadn't imagined a life without you in it in a very long time. He had grown comfortable with the idea of you being with him for the rest of his days. Hearing those words made his realise that this was a dream he could no longer have or pretend it was possible. He'll let you go. He just wants you to be happy. Both of them do. Two-Face takes a little longer to come to terms with it. He still hoped he could convince you to stay, that he could make it better. However, you were wrong. When you said he'd forget you. He could never. He could never forget the happiness he had with you in his life. Not one moment will pass that he will forget about you. Just as he remembered Gilda, he'd remember you and he'd take the memories shared with you to the grave. Never to be forgotten but always to be missed.

Black Mask: He watched his guests at his nightclub. They partied and laughed like nothing had changed. Yet nothing was the same anymore. You were gone. This was his life. This was the life he wanted. Yet now it felt so empty and worthless because he didn't have you to enjoy it with. Not someone, you. There was no one who could ever be better than you. Yet he was so angry with you. He was angry that you didn't understand that everything he did was to ensure the two of you were happy and covered for the rest of your lives. He worked so hard so that you wouldn't have to. He wanted you to be able to walk the streets and no one even dare look at you, afraid of what would happen if they did. His solution was to drink, prove you right.Maybe one day he'd forget all about you and as far as he's concerned...you fucking deserve it.

Penguin: He will try to talk you out of it. Of course, you belong with him! Everything he does is for the two of you! Sure he can work too hard sometimes but the two of you can work through that can't you? He insisted you made him happy. You didn't believe that anymore. Instead, you believed that you held him back. You were a reminder not to be out for too long. He had to juggle his life of crime around you as well as try to protect you from it. After all of his hard work, he then had to make it up to you because you were neglected more than a few times. You knew what it was doing to him. You were convinced he'd find someone in that life that made him happy. That whilst you cherished your relationship with him and would continue to appreciate him for the rest of your life, he would move on and forget. That's what happened with driven people like Oswald. They always have to leave someone behind. It angered him that you believed so deeply that he could move on with someone else so easily. Believe that he could even want anyone but you. Yet even as he fought you every step of the way, there just seemed to be no convincing you.

Harley Quinn: You were tired. Everything always came back to the Joker. Even when he wasn't here, he might as well have been. Harlry might not be with him anymore but she might as well go crawling back to him. Your whole relationship with her was molded by him. You hated him for what he did to Harley. You hated what Harley was doing to you. Harley was shaken to the core when you broke up with her. She hadn't seen it coming. Sure, she knew you weren't happy but as she said many times, things will be better you know? You've just gotta hang in there and it'll all make sense. She cried the moment you left. Those words running in her head a thousand times. How could you ever think that? Did you think so little of yourself? Did...did she make you think that? Harley cried the moment you left and every time she comes home to an empty apartment, she cries all over again.

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #penguin #black mask #harley quinn #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #oswald cobblepot #roman sionis #harleen quinzel

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greetings-and-salutations · 2 years

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“Why Are We Chasing Ghostbusters?”

Steve Harrington x Reader

Day 3 of the 13 Nights of Halloween Spooktacular!!!

Masterlist

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: Steve was not ready for Trick-or-Treating with (Y/n)…

Warnings: starred out swears words, a complete lack of adherence to the source material, I picked your costume for you AGAIN 😂😂😂

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Steve complained, fiddling with his cape in annoyance, the large red “S” on his chest standing out against the blue of his shirt. He was Superman, though certainly not of his own volition. But that’s what happened when you wait til the absolute last second to go shopping for costumes.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, the complimenting Wonder Woman crown glinting in the street lights as she turned to look at him.

“You look great.” She complimented, before continuing to tug him down the street by his hand, the plastic pumpkin bucket full of candy swishing at her side.

“Aren’t we too old to go trick-or-treating anyways?” Steve asked, flicking a piece of chocolate into his mouth. (Y/n) turned to him with an offended gasp.

“Hush your mouth! You’re never to old for classic holiday fun…” She argued, smacking him lightly on the shoulder to prove her point. Steve couldn’t hold in his chuckle at her fiery response. “Besides,” she continued, “We promised Jonathan and Nancy we’d meet up with them to go walking with the little ones before Tommy’s party.”

Steve did in fact remember this promise, but when they’d made it, his girlfriend had somehow neglected to mention that, while this was happening, he’d be faring the cold in nothing but a spandex super suit and a cape made out of thin trash bag material. He looked at (Y/n) again and wondered how it was she seemed perfectly content in her frighteningly inappropriate rendition of the Wonder Woman costume. Sure, it was accurate. But for October in Indiana? Certainly not practical.

“Fine…” He said, pulling an over exaggerated pouty face to reiterate his discomfort. Though, (Y/n) just rolled her eyes at him again.

“Stop being so grumpy.” Steve was slightly taken aback, as the girl suddenly reached forward, poking her fingers into his dimples to push his mouth up, forming a cartoonish grin.

“Better?” Steve mumbled through her hands, holding the excessive smile when she eventually let go. (Y/n) sent him a giddy expression of her own in return.

“Much.” She said back, before her eyes caught something down the street.

“C’mon! I think I saw a ghostbuster just up ahead!” She called over her shoulder as she ran off, a very confused Super Steve chasing after her.

“Wait, why are we chasing ghostbusters now!?!?”

+ + +

Dustin Henderson was the ghostbuster. That was why they’d been chasing him. And, when the pair had finally caught up, there were the rest of the children: Mike, Will, Lucas, Max, and even little El, all dressed in their Halloween best, and accompanied by their chaperones for the evening: Nancy and Jonathan, also dressed rather appropriately as John Bender and Claire Sandish from that new movie “The Breakfast Club.”

(Y/n) squealed excitedly as her friend came into view.”

“Nancy!”

“(Y/n)!”

“Jonathan…”

“Steve…”

“Steve!”

“Hey, Henderson.”

“Oh my god, you guys, shut up. I want candy!” Max’s voice suddenly broke out over the noise, causing Steve to turn to her with the expression of a shocked parental figure.

“Language!” He chastised, running his hand over his face and once again questioning why he ever agreed to this evening. “God, who p*ssed in your candy?” (Y/n) gave him a harsh look, before turning to the kids with a warm smile.

“What he meant to say was: Lead the way, kiddos.” The group didn’t need to be told twice, and started jogging off towards the first of many aggressively decorated houses lining the street. But Steve remained where he was, his brow furrowed and the pout, having returned.

“Don’t “mom” my kids.” He complained, earning another eye roll from his girl.

“Sorry, I forgot that was your thing.” (Y/n) grinned mischievously up at him, pecking the mildly-offended boy on the cheek before gripping tighter to the orange bucket.

“Love you. You’re forgiven. Now, C’mon. I want candy!”

“But, I thought we were just chaperoning- and… she’s gone.” Steve shook his head with a fond smile as he watched his girlfriend run off with the children. Nancy and Jonathan appeared at his side, the former letting loose a small chuckle at her friends behavior.

“Yeah, we’ve got the kids. I’m pretty sure you’re chaperoning her.”

“That’s not-“ He began to argue with Nancy, when suddenly something more pressing had caught his attention. Really, why did Steve agree to this? “(Y/N), PUT THE PUMPKIN DOWN! WHAT THE F*CK!?!”

“Language!”

“Shut up, Mayfield!!”

“No, you shut up!!”

“MAX, I SWEAR-“

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#13 Nights of Halloween Spooktacular #stranger things #steve stranger things #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things 2

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Ok, here’s my thoughts on some of the other things in the season.

First, Eddie is my favorite new character that’s been added to this show. He fit in with the group flawlessly from the beginning and he actually had quite a lot of impact to the story. His death wasn’t surprising, but absolutely devastating. I thought for once they wouldn’t kill a fan favorite new character, but I was wrong. I really hope they find a way to bring him back next season. Even if it’s just straight up resurrection, I don’t care, I’d be ok with that, lol. I think he still has so much potential as a character and it be a wasted opportunity to not have him back. Dustin’s reaction and him speaking with Eddie’s uncle broke me. I’m disappointed that we didn’t get to see anybody else’s reactions to his death though. That was a little weird to me. Robin, Steve and Nancy spent all season trying to keep him safe and protect him, and Mike was a good friend of his as well, and we didn’t get to see any of them reacting to his death? Hopefully that’s shown next season. Also, his death is made so much worse by the fact that besides a few people, everyone in Hawkins thinks he’s a villain and not a hero. On another note, his guitar solo has to be one of the most epic, iconic scenes in all of stranger things.

Now onto to the Jancy/Stancy love triangle. Can I just say that’s the one part of the season I hated? It came completely out of left field, considering her and Jonathan seemed to be rock solid at the end of last season, and I was under the impression that Steve had completely moved on from Nancy. If they wanted to have an issue between Jonathan and Nancy, that’s fine. I don’t however think Steve should’ve been added back into the equation. They’ve spent two full seasons showing us why Nancy and Jonathan are good together and growing together as a couple. Not to mention showing Steve moving on from Nancy, only to have him suddenly realize that he was never over her, when he can’t find another girlfriend? The conflict of Nancy and Jonathan not communicating with each other, and having trouble because of the long distance could’ve been interesting, but they ruined it by bringing up the triangle again, when I thought was long dead at this point. Nancy and Steve acting like they want to rip each other’s clothes off all season, and everyone around them encouraging it made me really uncomfortable. Especially since she’s still with Jonathan, who she’s supposedly still in love with. Then, they don’t even resolve anything by the last episode. I’m not really sure what they’re planning on doing with all of that in season 5. I love all these characters, so I hope they handle it well. I obviously still love Jancy and would prefer them together, but at this point I wouldn’t even mind Nancy ending up single by the end of the show. Maybe with the promise that her and Jonathan will get back together one day. I think at the moment, Nancy needs to take a little time for herself and figure out what she actually wants out of life. Her being single would be ok.

#stranger things 4 #eddie munson #jancy #jonathan byers #steve harrington #nancy wheeler

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Link to parts 1-4

Here’s chapters 5 and 6! Okay so I also realized a bit ago that I had completely left out Argyle and Erica, and that wasn’t on purpose I love them! But at the same time let’s not traumatize Erica anymore and Argyle is honestly just way to high to be fighting inter dimensional beings. So It kind of worked out lol. But for the first fanfic I’ve ever written I’d say it’s going pretty well! And as always if the Kas! Theory becomes cannon this is not the type of vampires we’ll be getting.

Pairings: Kas!/vampire! Eddie X Oc, cannon ST couples

Warnings: we’ve kind of moved past vol. 2 at this point but sure vol. 2 spoilers, violence, lots of blood descriptions, death and descriptions of the dead, Knives, murder, fighting, I think that’s it? Let me know if I missed anything

Chapter 5:

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. The light shining through the windows into my lonely little room. On the pillow next to me was a note. I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and grabbed the paper.

I had to leave, couldn’t

Let him wonder where I

Was for too long. I’ll

See you on Friday, I

don’t know what will

happen. But I’ll do

everything I can to stay

in control. He’s going to

have a lot of nasties

with him. Be safe.

I love you.

I sighed, placing the note on my bedside table and getting out of bed. The clock showed it was around 11:30. I needed to be at the Wheelers soon.

I got dressed quickly, a simple black shirt and jeans. I put the necklace I’d found for Eddie in my pocket and headed downstairs. I’d wanted to give it to him the night before, but I knew he couldn’t wear it or Vecna would suspect something.

I inhaled a bowl of cereal before lacing up my boots and throwing my jacket on. It was a cold day, maybe not even fifty out. The sky was dark and grey, the air felt thick. I had an awful feeling it had something to do with the upside down.

I made my way to the Wheelers house, Steve and Jonathan’s cars were already parked out front. I walked in and descended to the basement.

The group was standing over the table again. Nancy’s guns were in the corner of the room. Lucas and Will were making spears again like we had the first time we traversed to the upside down. For a moment my mind went back to that awful moment.

I’d almost gotten the bats away from Eddie, when my spear broke and I got knocked to the ground. Watching helplessly as they tore away at him. I shook the thought out of my head, He’s back now. I thought, everything was going to be okay.

“Hey guys.” I greeted, walking over to the table to see what they were doing.

“Hey king, we’re trying to map out at least a semblance of an attack plan.” Steve told me.

I looked down at the paper, they’d drawn out stick figures to represent everyone. I laughed when I saw the Nancy drawing with a tiny revolver.

As far as I could figure Nancy and El would be going head first against Vecna.

I was with Dustin, Lucas and Steve, facing off against some crudely drawn Vampires. I could point out Eddie by the curly hair and devil horns someone had added in.

Will, Mike and Jonathan were drawn next to some bats. And apparently that was only phase one of the plan. Steve flipped the paper over.

All the baddies were dead, Eddie was drawn behind Vecna with a spear, with El in front of them. The rest of us were standing behind El, weapons at the ready.

“Seems full proof?” I said, ending it like a question.

“It’s still a work in progress.” Robin said, I nodded.

“Eddie said he’d have a lot of monsters waiting for us. I’m only worried that there’s gonna be more than just vampires and bats to worry about…” I trailed off, Nancy’s face darkened.

“You’re probably right, but there’s only so many of us, we’re just going to have to hope we’ll be able to fight them off long enough for Eleven to face him.” She said.

“You might need to lend those other two guns to Steve and Jonathan.” I told her, she nodded.

I put my hands on the table, looking over the plans again, rifling through the papers.

“New jewelry?” Robin asked me. I looked down to my hand, seeing the newest addition to my collection.

“Oh, yeah… just another reminder to get out of this alive.” I told her, she grabbed my hand to look at it closer.

“It’s pretty, I’ve never seen you wear it, you’re always in silver.” She continued, it’s not that I wanted to keep anything a secret, but I didn’t know if telling everyone ’oh yeah I got engaged last night because we have no idea if we’ll survive past Friday!’ Was really what the group needed on their minds.

“Yeah, I just wanted to switch it up.” I told her, pulling my hand away gently. She shot me a knowing glance, but didn’t say anything else. I saw Nancy staring at it too.

“No distractions… our only priority is killing Henry.” She stated, I had a feeling she’d caught on as well.

“No distractions.” I agreed.

We’d spent the rest of the day getting prepared. The guns were loaded and ready. The spears were made. I grabbed all the knives from my trunk that I’d collected since my first run in with upside down monsters.

I always had one with me, just in case I had told my self. But at this point it had become a problem, I had way to many sharp objects just sitting in my car.

“Wow Alex, don’t you think that’s a little over kill?” Mike asked. I shrugged.

“Well, the goal is definitely to kill Wheeler.” I told him.

“I call the one shaped like a claw!” Dustin called, picking up a curved knife. I chuckled, ruffling his hair a bit with my hand.

“All yours. Just, pointy end away from you alright?” I said sternly, he looked down to the blade.

“But, it’s curved…” he pointed out.

“Shit, yeah that’s true uh… mm- damnit Henderson you know what I mean!” I exclaimed.

“I know I knooww.” He laughed before walking away to show off his new toy.

We spent the rest of the day planning and preparing. By the end of the night we were exhausted. Nancy had brought every down blankets and pillows. As far as their parents were concerned we were having a group sleepover. The kids and others still in school like Robin luckily had the week off for “second spring break” considering the last one got interrupted by “earthquakes”.

I stole the reclining chair from Dustin, claiming I was older so I got first pick. He allowed it, but not without some choice words.

As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out.

I’ve had a lot of nightmares or dreams I wished I could forget. But this one beat them all, I wansn’t even completely sure it was a dream.

I was back in the upside down, the grey air surrounded me, filling my lungs with toxic spores. Red lightning flashed across the sky as thunder shook the ground.

I was standing infront of Hawkins high. The entrance to the gym in front of me. Hesitantly, I moved forward, opening the doors and stepping In Side.

The first thing I noticed was the blood. The walls, the floors, even the high ceilings were covered and dripping. Spattered across any surface. My eyes travelled to the middle of the room.

There were eight bodies lying on the ground, some face down, some with their eyes glassy and unmoving, looking at but not seeing the ceiling.

I noticed Steve among the group, running over to him, trying my best not to slip on the red covered ground.

“Steve!” I cried, dropping to me knees and kneeling over him. I shook his shoulders relentlessly. “Steve, Steve c’mon man wake up!” I knew it was useless, I looked around, spotting Dustin next.

“Dustin come on! Please!” I yelled as I slid over to him, shaking him as well.

“You know they’re dead.” A voice said from behind me. I froze, knowing exactly who it was.

I turned slowly to the owner of the voice. Eddie was standing in front of me now. He was back in his old Hellfire Shirt. Blood covered his clothes, dripping from his hands. The worst was that it was also covering his face. I looked down at my friends lifeless bodies, then back to Eddie.

“You… you did this?” I asked him, almost a whisper.

“Did you really think… I would want to help you all again?” He growled, walking closer to me. “You left me. Didn’t care enough to even try and bring my body back with you. And then he still won, and none of you seemed to care that I’d died to help you.”

I stepped forward to meet him, taking his blood soaked hand. “Eddie that’s not true. You know it’s not! I contemplated going back for you every day! Not a day went by where I didn’t think about you, where I didn’t get angry at my self that I didn’t try harder.” I cried, hot tears spilling from my eyes.

“YOURE THE REASON IM DEAD ALEX!” He screamed, I shook my head, sobbing even harder.

“No… Eddie I tried… I tried to get them away I…” He leaned in closer to whisper in my ear.

“This is what’s waiting for you. Everyone you love, I’ll have you watch as he tears them apart.” The voice changed, becoming deeper and darker.

I felt the grip on my hand tighten, cutting off circulation, I could feel my bones close to cracking.

“Eddie, stop you’re hurting me!” I yelled.

“Eddies not here…” I slowly looked up to see Vecna standing in front of me, crushing my hand, not letting me out of his grasp.

“You can’t save anyone. Your friends, Eddie, your precious Hawkins… even your self.” He said, before pushing me backwards causing me to trip over the bodies of my friends, landing with a thud next to Lucas’ cold corpse.

I felt a scream rip through my body. Suddenly my eyes flew open, I was shaking, breathing heavily as I took in my surroundings. I was back in the Wheelers basement. Sun shined through the small windows.

“Alex! Hey! Hey are you okay?” Steve was gripping my shoulders, looking at me with concern.

I shook my head. “Vecna… I- I don’t know if it was just a dream or if he was really there…” I trailed off, not wanting to relive what I had just witnessed.

“What happened?” Nancy asked.

Chapter 6:

I told them about the dream, down to every bloody detail (literally). Steve was pacing again, Nancy had a look of worry on her face as well as the rest of the group.

“Do you think he knows? About Eddie?” Robin asked.

I shook my head. “I’m not sure, maybe he does and that’s why he made a point to tell me he’d make him kill all of you. Or maybe he was just trying to mess with my head because he knew we we’re together before he died.” I told her. “I don’t even know if it was actually him or just a dream, it felt real though.” I finished.

“We have to be on even higher guard when we go in now. If there’s a chance he knows about Eddie we might not have the advantage we thought we had.” She told us, I agreed. But part of me was more worried about if Eddie was okay, if Vecna did know, what was stopping him from killing him immediately.

“What time is it now?” Steve asked.

Dustin checked his watch. “3:30, we slept in a bit.” He told us.

“We’ll leave at six, when it starts to get dark.” Nancy said.

“The closest gate opening is gonna be town hall. It’s only a couple minutes to school from there.” I told them.

The next few hours were spent finalizing our plan. We all geared up to face, well. Whatever Vecna had in store. I kept it simple. Strapping a long knife to my thigh and a shorter one to my arm, hiding a few in my boots for good measure.

Steve and Jonathan had each taken a gun, Steve also sported the old baseball/nail bat, Nancy of course kept her shot gun.

In truth we didn’t want to drag the kids into all of this at first, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer, pointing out that the last time we split up it didn’t go so well.

Steve and Robin had made more Molotov cocktails, Dustin and Lucas had spears strapped to their backs. Mike and Will raided my knife collection, El didn’t have anything… though I guessed her mind would be enough, Steve made her wear a vest though. Just for extra protection he said.

Nancy and Mikes parents had taken their little sister out for ice cream. Telling us to be good and all that, if only they knew…

“Alright… I think that’s everything. It’s just past six. Are we ready?” Jonathan asked.

We all looked around at each other, the stress and anxiety shone clear on our faces.

I sighed, taking one last look at the group. “Yeah, as ready as we can be.” I said.

The days had been slowly getting longer, but the sun had begun setting as we all piled in the cars and headed to town hall.

It wasn’t in use currently, being split in half and all. The red glow of the gate could easily be seen. I had no idea how the regular people of Hawkins didn’t notice it, or maybe they just chose to ignore it.

We parked a few yards down, not wanting to draw any attention and got out. Making sure our bags and supplies were with us. As we made our way we kept to the walls and alleys of the buildings. I had an overwhelming feeling of being watched, but maybe that could have just been chalked up to my anxiety.

“There it is…” Dustin pointed out as we walked up on the gate. The red fleshy substance glowing and pulsating.

“Alright… we know the plan? Adults go in first, when we’re all on the other side. We stick together, no matter what.” Nancy said, we nodded in agreement.

Steve went in first, ripping through the gates fleshy membrane with his bat, the getting to the ground to try and roll in. He disappeared through the hole (or chasm really).

We all ran to the edge, waiting to see if he’d made it okay.

“Well? Come on.” He said, looking up at us (or down?).

Nancy went next, then Robin, Jonathan after, then finally came my turn.

I rolled through the gate, landing with a thud into the upside down. It was just how I’d remembered it, just how I’d dreamed it.

The sky lit up with red lightning, white spore like flurries fell all around us. The air was thick and grey. I had hoped I’d never be here again. But I had a job to do, and a fiancé to save.

One by one the kids came through, Mike and Will thought it was fun. Lucas looked scared out of his mind. I could tell Dustin was also thinking about what happened the last time we were here, trying to push the memories out of his head.

“Alright. Let’s get moving.” Robin said, taking the lead of the group to the school.

Dustin fell into step next to me. “Can I be part of the wedding party?” He asked, my head snapped over to him.

“What?” I asked in surprise.

“The ring, Eddie showed it to me before… everything.” He said, looking down sadly.

I put an arm around his shoulder as we walked. “Of course he’d tell you.” I laughed. “Yeah, you definitely can, let’s just not jump the gun and start wedding planning all ready okay?” I said as I ruffled his hair. He laughed with me, giving me a short nod.

When I looked back up I could see the school in the distance, the clouds were thicker around it. But unlike I had thought, it didn’t seem to be guarded by anything. No bats, no demodogs, nothing around as far as I could tell. That was probably a bad sign.

“I guess he wants us to go right in…” Steve said.

“Well, let’s give him what he wants then.” Nancy spoke lowly, forging ahead of the group.

We made our way to the front doors of the school, trying to be a bit more sneaky than just walking in to the gym.

The halls were covered in vines, making it hard to just walk through. The worst part were the bodies.

Many of the missing people from after the earthquake hit. They were pinned to the lockers and walls, limbs broken and eyes imploded. I recognized a few people. Katie Greenshaw, head cheerleader my senior year, Ned weller, he worked at the local car shop a few blocks down from my house. And even more people I had once known, all becoming part of macabre decor of the upside down Hawkins high.

Steve stopped to look at one of the bodies, an old buddy of his Kyle Harden. I saw him choke back a sob before looking back to us.

“Come on… we can’t waste any more time.” He said before trudging ahead.

As we kept walking the feeling of being watched only grew, when all of a sudden a saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I stopped, looking down the hall.

“Did you see that?” I whispered to the group, they all looked around quickly.

“See what?” Lucas asked in a hushed tone.

“I- I thought I saw something move, let’s hope it was just one of these creepy ass vines.” I said as I started forward again, I knew I shouldn’t have been so optimistic.

After I took a step forward my legs were taken out from under me. I hit the ground hard, my head slamming down on the tiled floors.

“ALEX!” I heard Mike yell as I was being pulled down the hall way. In the blink of an eye the group was far gone. I was laying face down in some corridor of the school. Head pounding and ears buzzing.

I could hear distant shouts and screams of my name.

“Well hello again.” A familiar voice said, I sat up quickly only to be greeted with the bastard from the alley way.

I was finally able to get a good look at him, his eyes were bloodshot, once green turned dark and red. He was spattered with blood, his face covered in it. He looked like a beginner body builder, not quite Rambo yet, but his shirts were definitely a size too small.

“Ya know, maybe we got off on the wrong foot last time. What do you say we put that behind us?” I tried, hoping he’d say ‘oh yeah! That sounds like a great idea!’

I was very wrong, in a second his foot came down at me. I felt a wave of pain crash over me as he kicked me in the stomach, sending me flying into a trophy case.

The glass shattered all around me, sinking into my skin and hands and I fell hard on the shards.

“Guess not.” I struggled out.

As fast as I could I got to my feet, pulling out the knife I had strapped to my arm.

“Sorry it’s not a wooden stake. But it’ll have to do.” I sneered, he gave me a lopsided grin and charged.

I thought I was doing good for a moment. He was extremely fast, but I dodged his fist go, slashing at his arm as he ran by. He growled in pain, the look in his eyes as he turned to me let me know i’d only succeeded in making him more angry.

He leapt for me again, this time not missing. I let out a yelp as he tackled me to the ground, we rolled away, both fighting for control.

He won, hovering over me as he delivered a solid punch to the face. I heard a crack, something (probably my nose, maybe my jaw I didn’t have time to register where the pain was coming from) was definitely broken.

I rolled away from his next punch, wrapping my leg around him and pulling him under me. My knife had been knocked away, so I grabbed the one from my boot and hacked wildly. He grabbed my arm with his hand, stoping my onslaught.

My other hand came down on his throat, squeezing with all the strength I could muster. We rolled again. This time I was being choked. He was more relentless than last time. Black spots danced across my eyes. I tried to push him away, turning my head to see my knife just within arms reach.

I looked back to him, trying to keep all of his focus on my face, before I reached out for the knife.

“Wouldn’t have had to die like this if you’d just stopped fighting back the first ti-“ he was cut off by my knife plunging into his chest.

“Wouldn’t have to die like this if you just weren’t such a dick.” I choked out.

He struggled to breathe for a moment, quickly choking on blood. His grip on my throat loosened as I watched his eyes roll into the back of his head, he slumped to the side, falling off of me.

I crawled away from his body quickly. Struggling to get to my feet. Grabbing my knives and running the other direction. I didn’t care if I stepped on the vines. It was obvious Vecna knew we were here.

“Alex! Alex!” I heard my name from down the hall.

“I’m here!” I called.

The other came into view, quickly turning the corner and almost running into me.

“Oh thank god!” Dustin cried, enveloping me in a hug, I groaned from the pain in my ribs, but was happy to see him nonetheless.

“What happened?” Robin asked breathlessly. I pointed down the hall to the body.

“The vampire from the alley way, we had a nice chat.” I huffed out, wiping the blood off my knife on my pant leg and sheathing it.

“We’ve gotta keep moving, he knows we’re here.” Nancy said.

“Should have just went to the gym…” I mused, I could tell the others were thinking the same thing now.

We ran through the hallways as quick as we could, staying as close together as possible. We didn’t stop, didn’t look around, just kept running.

We’d finally made it to the doors that led into the gym.

“I just wanna say, if we die… I love you guys.” Dustin said.

I patted him in the shoulder, not looking away from the door.

“Like wise Henderson.”

Steve took hold of the handle, looking back to us quickly, Nancy gave him a curt nod. And with that he swung the doors open, the group rushing in. El took the lead, ready to super hero her way into the gymnasium.

We were met with no resistance, but two figures standing still in the middle of the room. Vecna. And Eddie.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #kas!eddie #vampire!eddie #vampire!eddie fanfic #Kas!eddie fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

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I am so completely enamored with Danny as jons ex and I would be forever in your debt if you finished that

i wasn't expecting people to like this idea so much, its definitely one of my weirder ones xD since im not sure when i'll get around to actually finishing it (if ever) you can have a very rough chunk of it instead. you'll have to forgive any mistakes, im not up to editing it.

In a surprising show of athleticism, Jon ducks under Sasha’s chair before the specter of his past manages to see him.

Sasha swears at the action, backing up in her chair and peering down at Jon in bafflement. “What on Earth are you doing, Jon?”

Instead of answering her question, he backs up even further, tucking his feet out of sight. He thinks Sasha’s umbrella must be under here, and judging from the sharp point currently jabbing at his thigh, he probably broke it. “Is he still there?” he hisses, tilting his head to avoid bashing it into the desk.

“Who?”

“That- that man!”

A pause. “Tall, dark and handsome?”

Jon’s turn to pause. “I suppose you might call him that,” he replies stiffly. And it’s true. The man, from Jon’s brief, panicked glimpses, is at least six foot, with thick, dark hair and a bright grin.

And he looks exactly like Jon’s ex, Danny Stoker.

He’d done an almost comical double-take after a cursory glance; at first he’d thought Danny was the new hire, but this man was more angular, like a sharper, leaner version of his ex. So no, it couldn’t be him.

That didn’t stop him from diving under the nearest object, ergo Sasha’s desk. Not the wisest of decisions, considering his throbbing side, but he’s never been known for grace under pressure.

He’s not exactly sure why this fight or flight mode’s been activated- he and Danny had parted on fairly good terms, each recognizing that although they cared about the other, they simply weren’t compatible in the long term. They’d dated for a little over six months when Jon was a freshman, and he’d fallen hard.

Danny had been his first real relationship, and Jon was shocked that someone like him even looked his way. Impossibly handsome, incredibly fit, desired and envied in equal measure, and he dated scrawny, shy, insecure Jonathan Sims; the rumor mill went wild. They’d met at a party, and not even a good one. In a brief moment of liquid courage, Jon managed to insert himself into a group and fit in one snarky joke that sent Danny into stitches, the rest of the partygoers following his lead. For one second, Jon felt like he truly fit in, like he was someone worth knowing.

Danny had a way of making someone feel special. Big, romantic gestures, surprising him after class, taking him on little expeditions beyond campus. Jon didn’t drive, still doesn’t, and Danny wanted to show him the world outside of their privileged little campus.

But, like all of Jon’s relationships, it came to an end. Jon wasn’t ready for such overwhelming affection (didn’t think he deserved it, quite frankly), and Danny needed someone who could handle his fast-paced lifestyle. Jon was not that man. They broke up amicably, even if Jon shed a few tears in private, saw each other on campus a few times. Danny tried to reach out more than once, just as friends, but Jon’s never been able to handle more than one relationship at a time, and by then he’d met Georgie.

But now it seems the past is unavoidable, and standing near the circulation desk. Well, now walking in his direction, if the steady footsteps were any indication. Jon’s heart begins to hammer in his chest as it hits him that he is, in fact, hiding under a desk because a man who sort of looks like his ex is in his general vicinity. Coward.

“‘Lo!” God, even the voice is similar, if not as deep. “Tim Stoker. Reporting for duty.”

Stoker. Tim Stoker. Jon startles, slamming his head against the desk with a yelp.

Somewhere in his spiraling thoughts and throbbing head he remembers- Danny had a brother. An older brother that he adored. This must be the famous Tim- Danny made him out to be a saint, and though Jon never met him, he felt some fondness via Danny’s descriptions. But Tim’s going to have no fondness for him, especially considering Jon’s current position, hiding in pain under his coworkers desk.

“Pleased to meet you!” Sasha chirps, very clearly amused by the situation. “I’m Sasha James. And this-” she tugs at one of Jon’s legs, dragging him a few inches into sight. Jon buries his head in his hands and wishes he were invisible. “-is Jonathan Sims. We’ll be training you.”

“Excellent.” Tim’s voice holds the same good humor Danny’s always did, and sends a pang of nostalgia through his chest. “Er, you alright down there?”

“Yes,” Jon responds robotically, scrambling to his feet and standing behind Sasha’s chair, unwilling to meet the man’s eyes, lest he be drawn in. “I- uh, lost a pen. P-Probably left it in the copy room, I’ll just be going...there.” With that incredible performance, he fled.

And only tripped once on the way out.

________

So Jon’s kind of cute.

Tim doesn’t normally go for tiny disgruntled academics, but Jonathan Sims is an interesting fellow. He’s got a reputation for being the ‘problem child’ of the Research Department, awkward and prickly and always available with a snide word. He wields his books and files like a little suit of armor, and the only person he’s seen him open up to is Sasha. Besides their little conversations, Jon is all work and no play.

Except with Tim.

Sasha says she’s never seen anything like it, with one of her secret little smiles. Jon’s always staring. Usually, the man can’t hold eye contact to save his life, but he’ll spend full minutes looking at Tim when he thinks he can’t see. The first few times, Tim would turn around and smile, but that practically sent the man into convulsions, dropping his papers and jumping out of sight like a spooked cat. It was funny the first few times, but Tim pitied him enough to ignore it now. He hopes Jon enjoys the view.

God forbid he ask the guy a question. Jon will look around the room, as if waiting for someone else to answer, when it’s clearly directed at him. He’ll blush and stammer his way through every explanation, keeping a wide berth of at least two feet between them. Even when Tim wants him to look at his screen, he’ll squint from far away. Tim starting to think he smells bad, or has some sort of communicable disease unbeknownst to him.

“It’s not that,” Sasha assures him, again with that unreadable smile. “Trust me.”

Time to try something else.

He prints out his latest follow up, a rather elaborate statement regarding mistaken identities and absolutely nothing supernatural. He knows Jon prefers to look at things on paper, as screens ‘trigger his migraines’ if Tim understood his mumbles. Maybe if he can engage with him on familiar territory for the both of them, he’ll be able to hold a conversation. Tim specifically requested his help on this one.

“If you could just look it over, make sure everything’s up to snuff, that’d be great,” Tim says to the top of Jon’s head, as the man refuses to lift his own to meet his gaze. “You know how Dr. Walker is. Always-”

“Finding mistakes where there are none? I’m familiar with her methods,” Jon snorts, and Tim feels like he’s getting somewhere. A whole sentence! With classic Jonathan Sims snark! “I-I can give it a look. I’m rather busy, but -”

“Take your time,” Tim says with a dismissive wave of the hand. “I finished a bit early, so I don’t need it for a few days yet. Don’t want to put you out.”

“You’re not.” Jon meets his eyes for about ten seconds before ducking his head back down.

Progress!

#tma #jonathan sims #tim stoker #jontim #jondanny #what a tag i need to use it more often #if people do actually like this i might be tempted to give it another go #i think the outline for it ended up being too long for a week event #so i got lazy and gave up #asks #my writing #danny stoker #jondanny au

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