I Can’t Wait For The Next Part

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She's the One

A Billy Hargrove x Reader x Steve Harrington Fanfic

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SUMMARY: You're found in Hawkins Lab the night of the demodogs raid by none other than the Chief of Police, Jim Hopper. Although you don't look like much, there's more to you than meets the eye.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Enjoy and more will be revealed in the next chapter!

WARNINGS: Violence and scenes involving blood and/or death.

WORD COUNT: 2k

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“One!”

“Go! Get out of here!”

“You’re going to regret doing that.”

“Eat me.”

“What’re you going to do? Kill me?”

“Of course not. We can't let our best experiment get away. We need you.”

“You have no one left!”

“We have you and Eleven and if we lose Eleven, then we’ll always have you. As long as we have you, we’ll always be able to start again.”

“You can’t do this!”

“We already have.”

“Brenner. Brenner!”

“Close the chamber. Have a nice sleep, One.”

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Darkness. That’s what the next five years of your life consisted of. Alone, unable to breathe, unable to see your friends, unable to live. You’ve felt as if you were asleep, nearly dead, but not quite. It wasn’t until about a year ago that the constant silence you were surrounded by was interrupted by voices - voices that eventually reminded you that you were still alive.

I don't know where my boy is.

I don’t care if anyone believes me. I am not gonna stop looking for him until I find him and bring him home!

She threw you in the air with her mind!

She’s our friend and she’s crazy!

If we’re both going crazy, then we’ll go crazy together, right?

What the hell is this? - We have no idea. It was here when we got here, but if I’m going to take a guess… It’s one of the kids that were experimented on. - And you’re just going to keep them in there? - We don’t know what they’re capable of; but if they were locked up, it must’ve been done for a reason.

I don’t want you to get hurt at all. And I don’t wanna lose you.

They cannot save you, Jane. - No, but I can save them.

And for the first time in a long time, you woke up.

You knew that voice. Even if it was more grown than the last time you heard it. It was her. It was Eleven and she was closer than you ever felt her before. She might not have been there in the lab with you, but the conviction in her voice told you that she was coming - coming to save everyone. But from what?

The rumbling that you felt next answered your question. It was whatever was causing that. It was whatever was causing everyone from the outside to scream. It was… a monster. You had to get out of there. You had to help them, because that’s what she was coming to do. This was your chance - your chance to get her back.

You raised your hand despite the heaviness of the water and pushed it against the door.

You had to open the door. You had to focus, even if it was unbearably loud. Open the door, you told yourself. Open it. You know you can.

You kept going and going until your head ached, but it was fruitless. It wasn’t working. It had been too long since you’ve been in there. Too long since you’ve used your powers. You were too weak.

“What’re you doing,” a frantic voice yelled and it was enough to push you back into reality.

“We have to get them out of here,” another voice explained and you recognized it almost immediately. It was gruff and stern. It had to be that sheriff.

“Are you insane?”

“Listen, if you want to get out of here alive, whoever is in here is our best bet. Got it?”

“There’s no way to open it.”

“Oh, no way to open it…” Then, a loud crash took you aback and it kept repeating over and over again. He was hitting the lock and it was actually...breaking. It definitely wasn’t the most technical way to do it, but it was working nevertheless. Just a few more hits and he’ll do it. He’ll break the lock and after three more hits, that’s exactly what he did.

The door flew open and the water that had always engulfed you poured out. It left you feeling cold and wet, but you didn’t care. As long as you could feel. The darkness that you always hated was quickly replaced by blinding light and it burned your eyes, but you didn’t care about that either. As long as you could see. For years, this was all you wanted and you finally got it. Now, all you had to do was save yourself from falling.

It was a lot harder than you expected it to be. Mostly because your entire body felt like jelly, but you were still able to do it. You placed an arm in front of yourself and your hand and knee took most of the impact as you landed in a crouching position. Hopper and the doctor watched you intently as you struggled to catch your breath. They went to move, but froze once they heard growling echoing behind them. They both turned in unison and fear washed over their faces as they gazed at the creature in front of them. You were only able to see it too once your eyes adjusted to the light.

It was small, almost the size of a dog, but an ugly dog. It was green and slimy all over, and it’s head almost looked like a flower bud. So, these were the monsters you had to worry about.

You glared at it as its mouth bloomed open, revealing dozens of rows of sharp teeth. The doctor cowered at the sight while Hopper readied himself. It roared loudly and started to charge the three of you before you raised your hand in the air. Push it back.

You thought about the years you spent in that chamber and the person who locked you in it. You thought about it until the veins along your temple burned in anger. You thought about it until you were able to send the creature flying through the air and into the wall behind it, breaking its neck in process.

Hopper looked back at you in shock as you pulled the oxygen mask off your face and wiped your bloody nose. If that didn’t tell him who you were, then the tattoo on your wrist reading “001” did. It was in that moment that you got pulled into this silly disaster.

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All of you, except two, were able to escape the lab. That’s not what you wanted, but it’s what ended up happening.

The doctor chose to stay behind, while you weren’t fast enough to save a man named Bob from dying. You didn’t even realize he had been attacked until you heard a woman screaming. You managed to push the creature off him, but more followed suit shortly after and you were still too weak to handle that many. So, Hopper had no choice but to drag you and the woman named Joyce away as a honking car pulled up to the curb.

“Come on! Get in,” a voice yelled. It was Jonathan, the son of Joyce.

You all squeezed yourself into the car and once the doors shut, Jonathan sped away like a madman. It made you fall back into your seat harshly and you did your best to cling onto the edge of the seat. It must’ve been odd because almost everyone in the car looked at you.

You couldn’t help but gulp nervously as you glanced back at everyone. You weren’t sure how to react to the unwanted attention, but luckily Jonathan took it upon himself to make it less awkward.

“Who’s she,” he asked. His voice was curious and breathy. You felt compelled to answer, but you realized you couldn’t even get a word out. Your throat was so dry and you couldn’t find your voice. It had been so long since you used it that you felt like dust was going to come out of your mouth rather than actual words.

Noticing your discomfort, Hopper decided to answer for you.

“I’ll explain later.” That was all he said before moving his gaze to the front again.

No one decided to push the matter further and you were internally grateful for that. However, you could still feel a pair of eyes on you and they belonged to the boy sitting right next to you - Mike. You didn’t know it, but he already saw the tattoo on your wrist and was questioning what you were truly capable of.

A few moments later, the car came to a screeching halt and you dug your nails into the leather of the seat to keep yourself from falling forward. Hopper moved to get out of the car and you immediately panicked. You leaned forward quickly and gripped his shoulder like your life depended on it. You hadn’t known him for long, but he was the one who rescued you and you didn’t feel comfortable with anyone but him.

He looked back at you in surprise and although you couldn’t speak, he read your eyes like you did.

“It’s okay,” he mumbled before glancing at Jonathan. "Your house." Jonathan quickly nodded and Hopper looked back at you again, “Come on.”

You pushed yourself out of the car and followed him into his own. Once you got settled in and put your seatbelt on to Hopper’s request, he took off. Along the way, he picked up a few more kids, each pausing to look at you as they went into the backseat. There was a boy with curly hair, another boy wearing a bandana, and a girl with long red hair. However, the last boy to enter truly caught your attention. He was older than the other kids, about your age. He was tall, had long flowy hair, and deep brown eyes. To say he was beautiful was an understatement. You subconsciously continued to stare at him until he locked eyes with you through the rearview mirror. You tore your gaze away, but knew that his was still on you along with the other kids. It continued to stay that way even after you got to the Byers house.

You scarfed down a sandwich Hopper had made for you and paid them no mind as you washed it down with water. You could’ve gone for another. Hell, even 10 more, but this wasn’t the time and place. Right now, everyone was eager for answers. Everyone, except a sleeping Will and grieving Joyce.

You looked up at everyone as they surrounded you around the table and did your best to recollect their names. The boy with the curly hair was Dustin. The one with the bandana was Lucas. The redhead was Max. Mike stood beside her. Then for the teenagers, Nancy was the only girl. Beside her was Jonathan and beside him was...Steve. You let your gaze linger on him for a bit until you heard the chair across from you screech against the floor. It was Hopper taking a seat.

You watched him carefully as he interlocked his hands under his chin and tried to find the right words to say.

“Good,” he asked quietly and it took you a moment to realize that he was talking about the sandwich. So, you simply nodded as you waited for him to continue.

He started to speak before being interrupted by a younger voice.

“So, you're like Eleven?” You looked to Dustin in surprise, but everyone else wasn’t impressed. They started to chastise him for being so blunt.

“We had a plan, Dustin,” Mike explained frustratedly.

“I couldn’t help it! The anticipation was killing me!” He tried to defend.

“We were trying not to freak her out,” Lucas added.

“Well seems like you already succeeded in that, doofuses,” Max insulted.

“Everyone be quiet,” Hopper ordered loudly.

Silence immediately filled the room as Hopper huffed in annoyance.

“The plan was...to handle this nice and...slowly, so we don’t overwhelm our new guest. Wasn’t that right?”

“Well-”

“Wasn’t that right?”

"Yes,” the kids answered in unison, looking down to their feet.

“But we don’t necessarily have the time,” Nancy said lowly.

“I know,” Hopper agreed. “But it’s possible that she doesn’t even know who Eleven is.”

“I know...who Eleven is,” you revealed softly and everyone’s eyes instantly widened. “I know her and...I’m like her.” You turned your wrist over and ran your thumb over your tattoo.

“I’m One. I’m number One.”

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END OF CHAPTER. THANK YOU!

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Coming to Term

A/N: Haven’t ever written a pregnancy fic or a Harrington-Reader fic. Lots of firsts! Hope it’s not terrible.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Harrington!Reader

Description: Anon requested: could you please do a billy Hargrove X Harrington reader imagine where the reader finds out she is pregnant with billy’s baby and she is scared to tell her brother And billy

Work Count: 5949

Complete Story Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Blood & Abuse

There it was, the dreaded circle in the vial you had gotten from the pregnancy test you’d bought three towns over and still said was for a friend. How could something so little, mean something so earth shattering? You let out a shaky sigh and checked the box for the third time, making sure you were right and you were. You put your face in your hands and let out a shaky breath.

“Fuck,” you whispered and felt yourself beginning to panic. Your mind raced as you tried to make some sort of plan in your head. You’d been sneaking around with your boyfriend Billy Hargrove for over a year. Not because of your parents but because of your brother. Steve did not approve of Billy, they hated each other. Their alpha male personalities did not leave room for understanding on either side.

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A/N: is this the first piece of writing I’ve ever posted here? Yes. Am I a bit nervous? Yes. For the wonderful @hazsterfield writing challenge.

Prompt: “Please, just stay a little longer.”

Summary: Getting trapped in a death maze constructed by a psycho killer isn’t exactly how you expected this fight to go. 

Warnings: ANGST omg, blood, peril, light swearing? 

Word Count: 3k (wow, I got a little out of hand)

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Not the Avengers, I guess.

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Tony Stark was kind of a push over when it came to me.

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Author’s Note: The things being broken are hearts. Just so you know. Just short of 4k words

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A new family had moved in next door nearly a year earlier. The Hargroves. I suspected they were a blended family, judging by how the siblings got along. Max, a girl, couldn’t be older than 14. She rode her skateboard around the block all the time. She came off as polite, but spunky. Her mother was also very proper, quiet and reserved.

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With the Hargrove’s arrival came a few new echoes in the neighborhood. A skateboard on the asphalt, the rumble of a car engine… and screaming.

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Billy instinctively reached up, cupping his face where he had been struck. This was followed by a terse conversation, leading to Billy picking the magnets up off the floor before heading to the front door.

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