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[musicalshavemysoul]

Pride [A poem]

{Pride}

How lonely must it be?

For people like you and me?

Scouring the world every day for a prince or princess charming to come and scoop you away.

Well, I'm sorry to break it too you but that world is fake.

It's just a fallacy made all up in your head.

Have you never really listened to what they said?

Late that night all curled up in your lover's bed,

How you're undeserving to be happy,

To be wed.

These people can't understand your worth.

You could have just fled.

What else was there to do?

They don't know how hard life's been on you.

That overly heavy luggage weighing you down.

Some might say you look like a multicoloured clown.  

So instead of wearing a frown  that drags your entire soul down,

Let's put a smile on that face.

Let me prevent your fall from grace.

Take what they said and use it as your fuel.

Make your own world and live in it like the royalty you are.

Your nobody's fool.

Live your life and marry who you like.

This is your life.

Put their negativities aside,

and let your true self shine.

You'll never have to let the real you hide.

That's why we call it pride.

[musicalshavemysoul]

Could you do headcanons of different characters of two different fandoms on the same request?

Sure! Send them my way.

[musicalshavemysoul]

When is the next chapter of “she’s the man” coming out?

Well, I might cancel the series because I got some messages about it. But it’s up to the audience. 

[sulfr]

Photobooth

A Billy Hargrove x Reader because I love this bastard man so much and I’m in so much DENIAL. Also on my Ao3 :)

You were walking with Billy while Erica, Max and El ran up ahead. It had been a few months after the mind flayer had been defeated and Billy almost dying in his sisters arms. You’d been little less than a stranger to Billy before your brother, Dustin, pulled you into a whirlwind of mystery. Telling you all about Eleven and the upside down, about Will and the Mind Flayer.

After Billy was released from hospital and his mind cleared of Mind Flayer, being the only person his age in the party who didn’t dislike him, you were determined to befriend the boy. Of course Nancy, Jonathan and Steve (especially Steve) were suspicious of Billy, wondering if he’d really changed. You knew he had, he had cut down on smoking and actually treated Max like a sister, ruffling her hair and calling her Mad Max on occasion. He still disliked Lucas though, you call it brotherly love, he calls it bullshit.

Starcourt mall had been partially restored, a majority of the stores had been re opened as a result. Billy kept his hands in his jacket pockets, chewing on his toothpick, looking rather boredly at the surrounding stores, sunglasses resting on the lower bridge of his nose”

You heard Max call yours and Billy’s names, turning to look down at the girl.

“We’re going to try on clothes with El again, wanna come?” She suggested, bouncing up and down on her feet. You looked at El and she was already picking up an item of clothing while Erica was making faces Into a nearby mirror. You shrugged and looked at Billy, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Why’re you askin’ me? I don’t care” he offhandedly spoke, looking like he’d rather not sit in a clothes store with 4 girls trying on clothes. Looking at Max you nodded, following her and the others as you walked into the store, hearing Billy groan and his footsteps behind you. __________________________________________

Soon after you walked into the store, Max and Erica had already piled your and El’s arms with clothes to try on. Max had jokingly offered Billy a shirt, it was neon striped tiger print, earning a incredulous look from her brother before a stern scowl was sent her way. Billy telling her to “get lost”

You made your way to the change rooms with El, soon changing and walking out in denim overalls and a ridiculous looking shirt, bright patterns and shapes covering the fabric. Making an exaggerated pose to Max and Erica, making them burst out in laughter. Not a moment later, El come strutting out, her outfit looking just as ridiculous, making the girls peel over in fresh laugher. You turned to Billy and flashed a smile, twirling around in place.

“Thoughts on this..outfit?” You chirped, you watched as Billy tilted his sunglasses down ever so slightly and raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down.

“I’ve seen car interior with more style than that, Henderson” he remarked, pushing his sunglasses back up. Leaning back in his seat, you stuck your tongue out at him, earning a crooked smirk and an eyebrow wiggle from the boy. You laughed and returned to the change rooms for the next outfit. Coming out with a black hat and white button up shirt, Jean shorts accessorised with a thick black belt and your neck adorned with beaded necklaces. When Max pointed out you were wearing the hat wrong, you grabbed it from your head and placed it on here, stroking a pose with her in the mirror. Back to back and hands on your hips, you pushed your hair behind your shoulder and shot a grin to yourself through the mirror, El and Erica joining you by squatting in their chosen outfits. Suddenly you hear Billy from where he was situated.

“You four look like the worst damn girl band I’ve ever seen” You watch as he sinks lower into his seat, sunglasses now being twirled around in his fingers, eyelids low as he looks at you, chuckling.

Eventually Max, El and Erica get bored of playing runway and decide to go to the arcade to meet with the boys, you and Billy follow closely behind them as they run over to join the rest of the party. Steve and Dustin are playing air hockey and by how frustrated Steve looked, he was losing. Max and Lucas hug before Lucas excitedly starts talking to Max about how he finally got high score on one of the games. You could see Billy holding his tongue back, eyes focusing on where his sister’s hand met Lucas’ at their sides.

While the kids ran off to choose what games they wanted to play, You and Billy made yourselves comfortable watching Steve be destroyed by your brother. You sitting in a spare seat while Billy leant against the wall next to you.

“Hey, you two wanna play?” Steve turned to you just as Dustin was about to score, his hand on the puck.

“Hey! that’s no fair! You can’t chicken out just because you suck-“ Dustin snarked

“I’m not chickening out Henderson! I just don’t feel like playing, okay?” Steve shot back, hands slamming against the sides of the table. You watched the two bicker before shrugging.

“I mean, I’ve never played before..” you offhandedly said to yourself, getting up and straightening your clothes and walking to where Steve stood, fuming over the table.

“I’ll teach you” you heard from the side, watching as Billy pushed off the wall and pocketed his sunglasses, walking to your side and nudging Steve to the side with his shoulder.

Steve making a disgruntled noise before trudging over to your seat, slumping onto it.

Dustin slid another token into the machine and the score reset to 0 all, Billy placed the puck in the middle before placing the pusher into your hand, his hand resting on yours with his other hand leaning against the table on the other side of you, effectively caging you in against the table. You could feel his chest press against your shoulder and suddenly started to feel every lightheaded.

“So, you keep your eyes focused on where his hand is going, then moving your pusher where the puck in the direction, Henderson over here had hit it” Billy started, using the hand on top of yours to show you what he meant. You nodded furiously and looking over at him, he offered a boyish grin and nodded, releasing you from the cage that was his body, your eyes staying on his far much longer than needed.

That was until the siren alerted you that Dustin had shot a goal. You whipped your head towards your brother, gaping at his grinning face.

“That’s cheating!” You complained, Steve making a large gesture towards you, looking at Dustin with a weak glare and a harsh “See?!”

“What? It’s not my fault you’re making lovey dovey eyes at Max’s brother” Dustin retorted, passing the pusher between hands, grin on his face. You spluttered, eyes going between Dustin and Billy, before Billy could get a word in Max and El come bounding over with their respective boyfriends.

“Theres a PhotoBooth and we would like to take some pictures”

“We don’t have any tokens left, and Keith won’t give us anymore” Max whined, shooting a nasty look at the man sitting behind the counter, he returned the gesture as he shoved a handful of chips into his mouth, Keith worked both the arcade and video store now. (Much to Steve’s chagrin) Sighing, you exchanged a look with Billy before handing the pusher to Max. Walking to the counter you placed your elbows onto it before resting your head on your hands.

“Keith, buddy..” you trailed off, offering him your friendliest smile. He raised an eyebrow at you in question.

“You wouldn’t mind giving me a few tokens would you? Think of it as payback for getting you that date with Nicole last month!” You offered, you worked damned hard to convince Nicole to go on that date, you counter offered her flat out no with a date with your new friend, Billy, regrettably. She agreed reluctantly and went on the date. So, Keith had to agree. He set his chips down and held out a handful of tokens to you, before you could grab them, a tanned hand come over a snatched one before taking your hand in his and dragging you to the PhotoBooth.

“Wh- Billy!” You squawked, stumbling over your own feet.

“You’re always telling me to make good memories, so that’s what we’re doin’” Billy says as he sits you in the PhotoBooth, joining you and pulling the curtain shut. You become hyper aware of how your legs are touching his Jean clad ones, suddenly feeling too immodest in the Jean shorts you wore. Watching as Billy pushed the token Into the slot, you also become very aware of his arm wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you close and seeing him grin boyishly Into the camera. You grumble before smiling with him as the shutter goes off. You change position to you sticking your tongue out while Billy puts his sunglasses back on, smirking at the camera, the second shutter going off. This time, Billy puts his sunglasses on your head and uses your hair as a moustache, puckering his lips, making you laugh as the third picture is taken.

Just as your going to grab some his sunglasses to make a silly face, he throws the toothpick from his lips before he kisses you, your eyes flutter closed and come to rest on his neck. Billy pulls away just after the shutter goes off, keeping his forehead on yours. His eyes searching yours.

“I um..” you manage to get out, feeling more nervous by the moment, this was not what you expected of Billy Hargrove, of all people.

“Shit, i-..sorry, I shoul-“ You cut him off, pressing your lips to his once again, completely wrapping your arms around him. Billy presses back and pulls you against his side, his hand once again finding its place on top of yours.

The only thing that halted your kiss with Billy Hargrove from going any further was the Inhuman screech from your brother and the gasp from Max outside the curtain.

“Get your douchebag hands off my sister!”

“What the fuck did you just say to me you little shit?”

Keep an eye on my Ao3 bc I’m feelin Billy so much this might become an AU

[sulfr]

The second part of this is out now! 👀

[musicalshavemysoul]

doot doot

IT WORKED!

[musicalshavemysoul]

Waking up next to steve after a party hcs?

It's 10am 

way too early for your liking 

you sit up and your head is pounding like a drum

“ah shit.” 

once you open your eyes you notice this isn't your room

hell this isn't even your house

looking over you finally, see that Steve is laying next to you sleeping soundly

shirtless might I add

why was he shirtless?

why are you there?

did you two bang?

why do you want waffles?

all good questions running around in your mind

your overthinking seemed to wake steve up

“You're up early y/n/n.”

“Steve, what happened last night?”

He sat up and handed you some water and an aspirin

God knows you needed it

“You took Hargoves dare and did the keg last night at his party even though I warned you not to.”

he shook his head chuckling

“But you did kick his ass at it which I'm proud of but you got drunk fast and your mom would kill me if I brought you home drunk so I came back here instead and put you in my bed. You kept yelling at me to lay with you so I did.”

you where so happy

steve was NICE

well obviously

but you were happy that A

he let you stay over

and B

you kicked Billy’s ass at his own game

all in all a great night

minus the getting too drunk

[musicalshavemysoul]

What’s billy's sleeping favorite positions with y/n?

The “sweetheart cradle”

Billy, even though he doesn't show it that well, is a nurturing boyfriend and he honestly likes to cuddle you whenever he gets the chance and when he does this is his go too position along with.

The “spoon”

This one is your personal favorite and he knows this. Whenever your upset or had a long day at school a little nap with Billy on the bed never fails to make your day better. 

[musicalshavemysoul]

Helping the helpless [STM pt.1]

Summary: A Steve Harrington x reader x Billy Hargrove fic based on the 2006 movie She’s the Man.

Warnings: Swearing, Bad jokes, Tommy H being a dickhead, yelling

Notes: If you want to be tagged when the chapters are posted send me an ask or comment and I’ll add you to the tag list. Also, this is a repost because not everyone got the notification. 

Songs: Que sera, I got you babe, Under the boardwalk ^It’s a Spotify playlist that’ll be updated each chapter

“She shoots, she scores! Y/l/n has just shot the winning point!! the team loses it hooting and hollering as the rest of they lift her up chanting. “Y/L/n! Y/L/N! Y/L/N!” “Alright alright, guys Put me down its just pre-practice.” She laughs “Y/n!” Tommy came and hugged the small girl. “Hey, babe!” She smiles softly “You rocked it.” he kisses her roughly like he’s claiming her when the whole school already knows it. “You are really getting good.” She lets out a giggle, “You too. I mean, when we first started going out, you couldn’t kiss at all.” The tall boy rolls his eyes, “I meant basketball. You’re already better than half the guys on my team.” “Probably more than half.” Y/n placed her hands on her hips proudly. Basketball was kind of her passion and the fact that she was good at it was a plus. “Shit sorry to cut this convo short but I have to jam to practice with the girls. A great team never sleeps.” She placed a quick kiss on his lips a ran off only to find the boys team in the gym instead. “Ok, what is the boy’s team doing here?” Jordan Brock stepped forward first angry as all hell, “The school cut our team.” “Wait what?!” Alex pushed her way past Jordan with a flyer in hand, “Not enough girls signed up so the just cut our team!” Y/n snatched the paper and sighed, “Only in fucking Hawkins. They can’t do this to us.” Just then-coach Warren walked out. “Hi, girls. I heard the bad news.”“Bad? It’s a disaster!” y/n said “Now college scouts won’t even get to see us play!” Jordan said causing the whole team to break out in a mumbled ruckus“ I know and I’m sorry. If there’s anything I can do, just say the word.” ‘Anything he said?’ “As a matter of fact, there is. We wanna try out for the boy’s team.” Coach sighed, “Anything besides that.” “Coach Warren, come on! You know that we’re good enough.” “I don’t know that.” Soon Tommy made his way over to the team with his group of friends and some of the boy’s basketball team which included Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington. The kings of Hawkins High. Aka the two dicks in a pod. “What’s going on here coach?” “The girls here want to try out for the boy’s team.” Tommy scoffed crossing his arms, “You’re not serious. Now you’re all excellent players but girls aren’t as fast as boys or as strong or as athletic.” He just continued to ramble on Y/n looked at her boyfriend with her mouth to the floor. “This is ain’t me talking. It’s a scientific fact. Girls can’t beat boys. It’s as simple as that.” “You just told me that I was better than half the guys on your team!” She threw her hand up in frustration. “I never said that. What are you talking about?” the tall boy said sending y/n a somewhat shit-eating grin ‘WHAT A DICK!’Y/n’s mind was reeling, ‘this can’t really be happing right now at this moment at this time on this day in this fucking gym now, could it?’oh but it was. It fucking was.“Why are you lying, Tommy?!” She stood in front of her so-called boyfriend shoving him slightly. “Y/n! End of discussion!” Tommy leaned forward “Yeah, tell her, man.” Some guys chimed in just blowing up Tommy’s ego which just set the girl off even more.“Fine. End of relationship!”and just like that it went silent between the now ex-couple a few oohs came from the people around the two but by the look on y/n’s face she was done. completely. “I’m outta here.” she stomped away from the crowd but was stopped in the hallway. “Baby, don’t be like that. I… I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” He pleaded “You are so full of shit you know that? Screw you.” she went to the locker room and got changed leaving swiftly, ditching the rest of the school day. once it hit four Y/n made her way to the Starcourt Mall to see her dear friend Robin who just so happened to be her right-hand woman in situations like this and also didn’t hear what happened at school today. “Then he lied and embarrassed me in front of the entire boy’s team!” “What a dick.” “Exactly!” “You know what they say. If you can’t join em, beat em.” The girl leaned forward, “Robin, what are you getting at?” “I’m just saying…your brother is going away for a while right?” “Yeah?” “and everyone gets you two confused all the time.” “Okay spit it out-” “Why not be your brother?” Y/n stood there emotionless but somehow still in shock. “You want me to be my brother?” “Yes exactly! It’ll be like all those spy movies we watch.” “So you’re telling me I should dress up as a guy and infiltrate the boy’s basketball team?” Y/n leaned against the counter looking at Robin suspiciously. Getting kicked off the girl’s basketball team was one thing but dressing up as a dude to keep playing the sport was another. And that thing was crazy. “Yeah I mean hear me out Y/n! You and I both know your better than half of those boys on that damn team and right now they aren’t doing so good. So don’t think of it as infiltrating or spying think of it as helping the helpless.” ‘Maybe this won’t be so..bad’Letting out a sigh the h/c girl finally agreed and was swept away to her friend’s house. “Okay, I’m almost done with your make-up.” “Why do I need make-up again, I’m gonna be a guy.” The freckled girl sighed, “Because it has to look real ya know? Okay, I’m done now let’s run through it one more time. Let me hear the voice.”Y/n stands up and clears her throat. “Hey. What’s up? I’m-” She looks at Robin for help. “Hayden.” “Yeah yeah I’m Hayden. Hey…bro?” Buckley sighs, “Don’t question it! Do it again.” “Hey man what’s up? I’m Hayden.” “Good! Now show me the strut.”Y/n started to mimic what she saw in the halls daily from the kings of Hawkins High, not that she was looking at them or something all the time she was just observant. “YES!!!” Robin cheered happily, “Remember Y/n, inside every girl, there’s a boy.” She paused when she saw your lips curl into a goofy smile “That came out wrong. But you know what I mean.” “I got this Robin relax.” But in her head, she was as nervous as all hell. This could all go to shit. To be continued Tags list:@loulouloueh @blueberrycv  @rosiewritesfics @zuki-1 @ghost-brocolli @pleasforhelp @talkfastang @pancakeanon @duckischorn @quackson-parker @happywobble  @samthedryadoflothlorien 

[musicalshavemysoul]

I just ate a box of oreos reading through your fics, I LOVE YOUR WRITING❤️

omg thank you so much! 

[buckysthunderbolts]

wanted masterlist

okay I know the masterlist for wanted is LONG over due, but here it is!!

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[hairringtonsteve]

ahoy!

[steve harrington x reader]

summary: he only got the job because he didn’t think that you’d be around to see him in a sailor’s outfit. turns out he was wrong. incredibly wrong. he hates this job (but at least he likes you).

word count: 2,283 words

a/n: i’m back, baby! a certain video aired today and it inspired me to write this tooth-rotting fluff. it’s short, sweet, and was a lot of fun to write. this is also the first post with some new formatting stuff. links will be in the first reblog of this (which will go up asap after this is posted) and tagged people will be in a separate post.  also come say hi and tell me how you’ve been and also steve in a sailor’s outfit please let’s discuss.

There was melted ice cream dripping onto his hand. It left a sticky, pink line down his tanned skin as he held the cone out towards the lady who was too busy gabbing to her friend and not paying any attention to the fact that Steve had been holding her frozen treat out in front of him with a fake smile for at least a minute.

This job fucking sucked.

“Ahoy!” He said after another fifteen seconds of waiting. She turned around, blinking at him before her pink nails snatched the half melted ice cream from him. “You have a good day, ma'am.”

He turned around for a moment to ask the manager — a way too eager twenty-two year old named Dan — if he could take his break soon. Just before he could get the words out, someone cleared their throat. His stomach sank. Just once, could people take a break from eating ice cream? It was four in the afternoon. People needed to stop. Eat a burger or something.

“Excuse me?” A soft voice called. Steve’s shoulders tensed up, eyes widening as he slowly swiveled his body to face the owner of said voice. His could feel the blood leaving his face as he made eye contact with you. “Steve? You work here?”

“Oh, uh, hey Y/N. What’s up? What’re you doing here?” His heart was pounding hard in his chest. You were supposed to have left for the summer, something about visiting grandparents on the east coast. At least, that’s what Max had said.

That what Max had said… that Billy had said.

That asshole.

Steve was jerked out of his thoughts as you tilted your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “Huh, I’m sorry, what?”

“I said that I was here to get ice cream. You still sell that, right?” Your smile was sliding into a little smirk.

Steve was going to lose his mind.

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[imsupposedtobedoingsomething]

Goodbyes Are Ugly(Steve Harrington x Hargrove!Reader)

Request:  Hargrove! Reader, protecting Steve, Max, and the rest of the kids from the Mind Flayer after finally tracking her brother down? Then Steve comforts her after the fight is over? Warnings: language, violence, blood, dissociation This will be angsty at first but I promise it will end fluffy and sweet. Because that’s what we all deserve.

SPOILERS SEASON 3

Sample:  “Billy!” Your scream echoed through the mostly empty mall. A feeling of dread sunk to your stomach as your feet began to move without conscious thought. You were running, running towards the giant monster that was towering over your brother.

“Billy!”

{DISCLAIMER: I’m writing about dissociation through my own experiences, which probably differ from other people. Do not read this and take it as an instruction on how to stop dissociation! This is just fanfiction friends.}

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[margoshansons]

Material Girl 1/8

Steve Harrington x Hargrove!Reader. Billy Hargrove x Sister!Reader

Summary: There’s a new girl in town and running into Steve Harrington is the least of her problems.

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of abuse

Notes: This is my new series!! This is going to be a season 3 rewrite with the reader and I’m so excited to start it!

A smile stretched across her face as her feet pounded against the shiny mall floor underneath her. Security called after her, pushing adults and children over in a futile attempt to catch up to the newest citizen of Hawkins. 

The offending object was clenched in her hand, the tag still dangling off of the pair of designer sunglasses, letting everyone know exactly what kind of person she was. 

She dove into the nearest shop, the air conditioning hitting her fast and providing sweet relief from the heatwave that had decided to hit the town today of all days. Even her ponytail couldn’t save her from the sweat dripping down her back. She slid over the counter, ignoring the shock on the clerk’s face, the man dressed as a sailor staring down at the crouched shoplifter, finger drawn to her mouth. 

Y/N glimpsed around the corner, making sure that security had disappeared before jumping up to face the clerk she had spooked earlier. 

“Sorry about that” Y/N smiled, ripping the tag off the sunglasses. “Thanks for not saying anything,”

The college-aged kid shrugged, “It’s no big deal, I mean, I’ve seen weirder.”

She chuckled, offering her hand, “I’m Y/N, I’m uh, new here I guess you would say”

Before the clerk could introduce himself, a window slid open behind him, the hand belonging to a slender woman with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. 

“Nice to meet you Y/N” She smiled, “I’m Robin and that dingus–” she pointed toward the now exasperated employee, “Is Steve Harrington.”

“You know you could’ve left the introduction to me” Steve shot back, running his hands through his ridiculously fluffy hair. 

Robin let out a huff, “Sorry, I was busy doing your job.” Y/N watched as Steve shot a disdainful look at Robin before turning back to her. “It’s okay” Y/N smiled at the attractive pair before being interrupted by the annoying beeping in her back pocket. “I uh, have to head out anyway” 

She glanced at the pager her Aunt had insisted she bring with her at all times, the annoying device reminding her that her Aunt fully expected her to be on time for dinner despite there being two hours before the anticipated affair.

“Thanks for the cover” Y/N smiled, throwing the glasses on her face before sending one last glance at the pair of employees.

“No problem” Robin replied, cutting off Steve, who rolled his eyes. 

The ice cream clerk called after her, “See you around! Maybe”

Y/N chuckled once again, a smile widening on her face as she struts out of the mall, the encounter already forgotten as she climbed into her car.

She really did not understand why her family had decided to move to Hawkins. The town was hot, small, and empty. 

It felt like one giant suburb, with the mall the only remaining piece of modern civilization slam dunk in the middle.

She missed the feel of Indianapolis, the bright lights and screams coming from the racetrack, going out to football games when there was nothing else to do. 

She missed the crowds and nightlife.

Although she supposed she should be grateful that Hawkins had one bar that refused to card. 

She missed being able to disappear amongst the people. 

Here she stood out like a sore thumb. In Indianapolis, no one would look twice at her if she had just moved there. But here it was suspicious. 

Here she had shopkeepers eyeing her every movement, people watching the new girl like an exotic creature at a zoo. 

She hated Hawkins.

The bright blue car door slammed shut behind her. 

“There you are” Her Aunt called, cigarette close to falling out of her mouth. “Do you know what time it is?!”

Y/N threw a quick smile at her guardian, “I had a great day, thanks for asking Auntie.”

Evie shook her head at her niece, one of her hair rollers coming loose. “You were supposed to be home as soon as I paged,”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Sorry Auntie, but unless you want me to be arrested, I have to follow the speed limit here.” She crossed her arms, bitterness exhaling from her as she recalled her first run-in with the police. 

You’re going too fast, the bulky man had said. He let her off with a warning because she was new in town, but that wouldn’t last very long.

Evie took another drag of her cigarette, shaking her head in disappointment as she retreated inside the house, “Get ready, we have to leave by 6:30” She ordered her niece.

Y/N smiled tightly before following the nicotine addict into the overheated house. There was precisely one air conditioning unit in the entire house, and it did little more than cool down the one couch it hovered over. 

She stepped into the bathroom, the cool tile providing sweet relief to her bare feet, sneakers forgotten by the front door. 

The tri-fold mirror provided her with a better look at her wild curls, frizzy from the exposure to what little humidity existed in Hawkins. 

Her clothes peeled off like saran wrap, the sticky sensation lasting long after she turned on the showerhead, ice-cold droplets hitting her sweat covered back. She shivered, the sensation relieving her growing irritation with the town. If she could actually call it that.

It was more like a perpetual suburb.

She couldn’t believe Billy had gone along with the move. Y/N knew her brother, and she knew that Billy would’ve fought tooth and nail to remain in California. That is if her father was anything more than a piece of shit abuser.

She shut the water off, embracing the comfort of the fluffy towel as she bolted to her room. Boxes surrounded her, each filled with memories of her previous life. Memories of her mother. 

She fluffed her wet hair, the remains of her shower dripping onto her shirt, only stopped by her hands scrunching the gel into the hair follicles, the gesture soothing the anger curling in her stomach.

By the time her hair had dried, her Aunt had been calling for her for over ten minutes. The sneakers loosely tied around her ankles pounded against the cement driveway as she refused to say anything toward the woman who drove.

The ride to Billy’s was long and arduous, filled with incessant chatter and dread. Y/N would’ve been fine if she never had to see her father ever again. 

But then she thought about Billy and how she had left him behind. Would he even want to see her? She had failed as an older sister. 

She had left him behind.

She had left him with her father.

“Y/F/N” Her dad’s raspy voice held a hint of sincerity. Fear rushed to her throat.“So good to see you again. I wanna introduce you to someone.” 

A smiling redhead appeared from behind Neil, an eager look on her face, “Hi, I’m Susan, it’s so nice to meet you.”

Y/N reluctantly shook the woman’s hand, grip limp. Her voice was too perky, too bright. 

Mom’s was always soft and warm, Y/N recalled, comparing the woman before her to the late Minnie Hargrove. 

She caught sight of a younger redhead further in the house, a skeptical expression written upon the girl’s face. Y/N smirked inwardly. 

This girl looked how she felt.

The dinner passed with hardly any incident until Y/N asked the question that was at the forefront of her mind. 

“Where’s Billy?” 

It was an innocent enough question, but the dark look that crossed Neil’s face told her that she had turned the conversation sour. 

“He’s off on a date,” Susan replied instead, her fearful expression replaced with a plastered smile that refused to meet her eyes. The eyes that kept flickering over to the man beside her. 

“You know you don’t have to take this right?” Y/N brought up, the table freezing.

“I’m not sure what you mean?” Susan asked, feigning innocence.

Evie brought her hand to her niece’s, “Y/N don’t” her aunt warned softly. The same tone her mother used to use when trying to convince Neil not to hit them.

“Y/F/N doesn’t know what she’s talking about” Neil patronized, warning in his eyes, “She’s still adjusting to Hawkins.”

Her fork clanged against her plate, “How many times has he hit you today?” 

Silence.

“How many times?” Susan chuckled nervously, “again, I don’t know what you’re talking about–”

“Bullshit” Y/N interrupted.

Gasps emitted from the table, Neil’s towering figure standing up at the interjection. “Apologize to Susan, now.”

Y/N stood up with him, sunken eyes boring into his darkened ones. When she was younger she may have had to take this. But not anymore. 

She left. Abandoning her food, she retreated outside, plopping herself on the steps of the porch, ignoring the irritation bubbling inside her. 

“Too many” A voice called from the door. 

“What?” Y/N asked, turning around to face the owner of the new voice. 

The smaller redhead spoke up, “You asked how many times. Too many to count.”

The girl plopped down next to her, a somber expression on her face. “That’s why Billy doesn’t come home for dinner anymore. Because if he’s around then he takes the brunt of it.” The child’s bright blue eyes met Y/N’s, fear swirling in them. “I”m Max by the way. I’m uh your stepsister I guess.”

Y/N nodded, guilt weighing down her chest. “I was your age when we left.” She admitted, recalling the events. “My Mom couldn’t take it anymore, so she took me and went to live with her sister.”

“Why didn’t she take Billy too?” Max asked, curiosity rife in her eyes. 

Y/N exhaled, the guilt growing bigger at hearing the question she’d been asking for the past nineteen years. “I don’t know Max. I don’t know.”

Silence passed between the two stepsiblings as they stared up at the star-studded sky. Somber looks entrenched on both of their faces. 

“You wanna go to the Mall tomorrow?” Y/N asked, hoping to cheer the girl up. 

Max smiled, hope replacing fear. “I’d like that a lot.”

Y/N smiled back, a wide smile, something she hadn’t done in a long time. “Good, I can show you all the great places to lift from.”

“Lift?” Max asked, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

The two girls sat on the porch for the rest of the night, Y/N explaining her favorite pastime to the curious girl, while Max ranted about her group of friends, and how one idiot managed to piss her off more than the others.

Y/N smiled, warmth filling her chest. Maybe Hawkins wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Painted with Pain // Steve Harrington

Summary: The more liked and calm Hargrove twins intimidates peers through her family tie to the knew King of Hawkins High Billy. Born into a family with an abusive father and a runaway mother you protect each other from your father. When Billy isn’t there to take the hits and learns exactly what you do and who you do in the abandoned classroom what exactly happens to you?

Characters: Steve Harrington x Hargrove!reader, twin!Billy Hargrove x twin!Reader, Neil Hargrove, Max Mayfield, and Susan Hargrove (mentioned).

Words: 2008

Disclaimer: I do not own Stranger Things or the characters involved. I also do now own the gifs or images that may appear.

Warnings: Swearing, parental domestic abuse, angst, and fluff

Author: Caitsy

A/N: If you or a loved on is being abuse you could talk to a respected adult like as a guidance counsellor, police officer, or teacher. There are many numbers to hotlines that can help. Remember if someone hits another person as punishment, they’ve thought before it lands to hit that person. They had intent and it can and will happen again. Be Safe.

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Billy wasn’t the nicest person in Hawkins and for good reason but he was a good brother to you when it came to caring for someone. Billy and you were twins that protected each other as much as you could in a house with an abusive asshole of a father and a woman that wasn’t your mother. Billy was the worst of the two of you when it came towards your step-sister but he always taking the hits for you.

“Hurry up.” Billy stated leaning against the car his gaze pointed directly as Max.

“I’m coming.” Max retired reaching for the passenger door handle.

“Backseat.”

“I never get the front!” Max exclaimed.

“Backseat or your walking!” You glared at the young girl.

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Female Characters to Avoid in your Writing:  An Illustrated Guide.

1.  The Bella Swan (i.e. the blank sheet of paper)

Who she is:

In Twilight, Bella has absolutely no qualities that make her interesting as a character.  She’s shown to have very little personality, in the books or onscreen, and is only made “interesting” (a relative term here) via the inclusion of her sparkly, abusive boyfriend.  It feeds into the harmful mentality of adolescent girls that you need a significant other in order to find fulfillment, particularly if he’s significantly older and likes to watch you sleep.  Yikes.

Examples:

Bella is welcomed to school by a friendly, extroverted girl and given a place to sit amongst her and her friends.  Despite this girl’s kindness, Bella shrugs her off as a stereotypical shallow cheerleader, and spends her time staring wistfully at the guy across the cafeteria from them.  Once Edward becomes her official boyfriend, she immediately loses interest in her new friends as her life shifts its orbit to revolve completely around him. 

How to avoid her:

Female characters are allowed to have lives outside of their significant others.  They’re allowed to have friends, quirks, hobbies, and interests.  Give them some. 

The best fictional relationships are based off of characters who compliment each other, not one character who revolves around the other.  Make sure your female character’s life does not centralize around her significant other.

Strong female characters don’t look down on other girls, even if they are outgoing cheerleaders.  Being pasty and introverted doesn’t make you a better person, y’all – if it did, I’d be a decorated hero by now.

Give them aspirations besides getting an obsessive, much-older boyfriend.  In fact, don’t give them an obsessive, much-older boyfriend at all – if you do want them to have a significant other, give them one who cares about their interests and accepts that they have lives and goals outside of them.

2.  The Molly Hooper (i.e. the starry-eyed punching bag)

Who she is:

 Like most things about BBC’s Sherlock, Molly was an amazing concept that went progressively downhill.  I used to love her quiet tenacity and emotional intelligence, and was sure that with her strong basis as a character, she would overcome her infatuation with the titular Sherlock and find self-fulfillment.  Nope!

Examples: 

She remained stubbornly infatuated over the course of five years with an ambiguously gay man who, en large, treated her badly, leading to her public humiliation with zero pertinence to the plot or resolution.  Moreover, her infatuation with Sherlock quickly usurped almost all of her other characteristics, leading her to an increasingly immature characterization that was difficult to relate to.

How to avoid her:

By all means, please write female characters who are quiet, kind, and unassuming (a female character does not, contrary to popular belief, need to be rambunctious, callous, or violent to be “strong”) but remember than none of these traits need to make the character a pushover.  Let them stand their ground.

Similarly, attraction to men (or anyone, for that matter) does not invalidate a female character’s strength.  Just be sure she values herself more than their attention.

As I said earlier, don’t be afraid to make characters who are gentle and soft-spoken, but be wary of making them “childlike,” or giving them an infantile, emotionally characterization.

My best advice for writing gentle, soft-spoken, unassuming women would actually to look to male characters in the media fitting this description; since male characters are rarely infantilized as much as women are by popular media, you’ll get a much better idea of what a well-rounded character looks like. 

3.  The Irene Adler (i.e. the defanged badass)  

Who she is: 

Yup, another one of the BBC Sherlock women, among whom only Mrs. Hudson seemed to come through with her dignity and characterization intact.  In the books, Irene and Sherlock have absolutely zero romantic connotations, only bonded via Sherlock’s irritation and respect with her substantial intelligence.  In the show, it’s a different story entirely. 

Examples:  

Irene is a badass character who’s turned into a teary-eyed Damsel in Distress via her uncontrollable love for the show’s male lead.  It doesn’t help matters that she’s a self-proclaimed lesbian who falls in love with a man, which, unless you’re a woman who loves women yourself and writing about a character realizing she’s bi/pansexual, I would recommend against doing under any circumstances.  She ends up being defeated and subsequently rescued by Sherlock – a far cry from her defeat of him in the books. 

How to avoid her:

If you’re writing a badass female character, allow her to actually be badass, and allow her to actually show it throughout your work as opposed to just hearing other characters say it.  And one punch or kick isn’t enough, either:  I want to see this chick jump out of planes.

That said, “badass” does not equal emotionally callous.  It doesn’t bother me that Moffat showed Irene having feelings for someone else, what bothers me is how he went about it. 

When writing a character who’s shown to be attracted to more than one gender, just say she’s bisexual.  Pansexual.  Whatever, just don’t call her straight/gay depending on the situation she’s in.  Jesus.

4.  The Becky (i.e. the comedic rapist) 

Who she is: 

Most people who know me can vouch for my adoration of Supernatural, but it definitely has its problems:  it’s not as diverse as it could be, its treatment of women is subpar, and yes, there is some thinly veiled sexual violence:  all three of its leading characters have dealt with it at one point of another (Dean is routinely groped by female demons, a virginal Castiel was sexually taken advantage of by a disguised reaper, and the whole concept of sex under demonic possession is iffy to say the least.)  It’s rarely ever addressed afterwards, and is commonly used for comedic fodder.  Possibly the most quintessential example of this is Becky.

Examples: 

Becky abducts Sam, ties him to the bed, and kisses him against his will.  She then drugs him, albeit with a love potion, and is implied to have had sex with him under its influence. 

How to avoid her:

Male rape isn’t funny, y’all.  Media still takes rape against women a lot more seriously than rape against men, particularly female-on-male rape, and I can assure you its not.

Educate yourself on statistics for male sexual assault:  approximately thirty-eight percent of sexual violence survivors are male, for example, and approximately one in sixteen male college students has reported to have experienced sexual assault. 

Moreover, be aware that forty-six percent of all instances of male rape have a female perpetrator.

Read more here in this amazing article: http://www.slate.com/articles/double_x/doublex/2014/04/male_rape_in_america_a_new_study_reveals_that_men_are_sexually_assaulted.html

In other words, treat themes of sexual assault against men as seriously as you would treat themes of sexual assault against women.       

5.  The Movie Hermione (i.e. the flawless superhuman) 

Who she is: 

Okay, in and of herself, Movie Hermione is amazing:  she’s beautiful, intelligent, and heroic, as well as possibly the most useful character of the franchise.  She only bothers me in context of the fact that she takes away everything I loved most about Book Hermoine, and everything I loved about Book Ron, too.   

Examples: 

Book Hermione was beautiful, but not conventionally:  she had big, poofy curls, big teeth, and didn’t put a lot of effort into maintaining her appearance.  Movie Hermione looks effortlessly flawless, all the time.  Book Hermione was intelligent, but also loud, abrasive, and unintentionally annoying when talking about her interests (which meant a lot to me, because as a kid on the Asperger’s spectrum, I frequently was/am that way myself – it was nice to see a character struggling with the same traits).  She was also allowed to have flaws, such as struggling to keep up with academia, and being terrified of failure.  

Movie Hermione also took all of Ron’s redeeming qualities, and everything that made him compliment her as a couple:  his street smarts used to compliment her academic intelligence, for example, staying calm while she panicked in the Philosopher’s Stone when they were being overcome with vines.  He also stood up for her in the books against Snape, as opposed to the jerkish “he’s right, you know.”     

How to avoid her:

Allow your female characters to have flaws, as much so as any well-rounded male character.  Just be sure to counterbalance them with a suitable amount of redeeming qualities.  This will make your female character well-rounded, dynamic, and easy to get invested in.

There’s no reason for your female characters to always look perfect.  Sure, they can be stunningly gorgeous (particularly if their appearance is important to them), but it’s physical imperfections that make characters fun to imagine:  Harry’s scar and wild hair, for example.  Female characters are no different. 

If you’re writing a female character to have an eventual love interest, allow their personalities to compliment one another.  Allow the love interest to have qualities that the female character is lacking, so that they can compliment one another and have better chemistry. 

Basically, write your female characters as people. 

Check out my list of male characters to avoid here:   https://thecaffeinebookwarrior.tumblr.com/post/161184030785/male-protagonists-to-avoid-in-your-writing-an.

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