#andy harper

[reflectivestars]

Tempted to write a bychance and tigerwise fic, where Will is secretly becomes friends with the basketball team when he drags his supposedly dead cousin to the front door of one of the team's house (Probably Andy) and then he has to explain the whole Upside Down thing, while balancing his friends, new friends, school and the crawls. What do we think???

[holdmybychance]

Hear me out... season 3 but it's the jocks working at Scoops Ahoy...

[cmfraud]

Three Hearts for One ; One Heart for Another (pt 4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

ignore the times on the posts not at all accurate but I’m too lazy to change it😭😭✌️

[22bychancevoid]

Reading ByChance fics got me thinking about how Chance, Andy and the other guys in the basketball team never got closure. They lost friends too - Jason, Chrissy, Patrick - and everyone expected them to move on and not question things. We have seen what fear does to people, especially if that fear is unknown. I’m not excusing their behaviour but they deserved more than just being told “it’ll get better.”

It’s easy to look at them as a Jock Bullies and think they were in the wrong when they really weren’t exactly. Them suspecting Eddie of killing Chrissy actually made sense when you look at the facts - She died in his trailer and he was there with her.

I’m not saying tell them everything but enough that get closure and don’t keep feeling guilty of their friends’ deaths. They deserved that at least

[advictoriams]

Spreading propaganda that Andy and Chance stole Will and threw him a rager for his 16th birthday (to make up for Rink-O-Mania runnin' mild brother). And sure everyone was invited, that's literally the point of a rager.

[crashoutqueenstevie]

Six hours earlier…

If someone had told sixteen-year-old Steve that he’d be attending the wedding of Jonathan Byers’ younger brother and one of the freshman benchwarmers on the basketball team, Steve would have told them they were insane. If that person had gone on to say that he’d be attending said wedding with one of the best friends of Jonathan Byers’ younger brother as his boyfriend, he would have called the police to tell them a patient had escaped from Pennhurst. 

And yet, that is exactly what Steve is doing. He’s currently squirming in a rickety chair on the sweeping lawn of a fancy summer villa for the wedding of Will Byers and Chance Lawson. Sweat trickles down his back under his suit from the hot afternoon sun watching the wedding party stand and melt as they wait for the grooms to come down the aisle. Mike and Lucas are standing opposite two basketball players Steve had never been that close with while Andy fucking Harper is currently either glaring or making eyes at Dustin. 

Steve has never thought murder sounded as compelling as it did right now. 

It’s his own fault too, Steve muses as he watches Dustin lean over and whisper something in Lucas’ ear, making him snicker behind his hand. Steve could have been up there, but he’d turned down Chance’s bizarre invitation to be one of his groomsmen despite barely having one conversation together off the court. He’d done so in a fit of loyalty to Dustin, refusing to be seen standing up with the basketball team that had made Dustin’s life a living hell in high school. 

And now, that inspired bit of loyalty is coming back to bite him in his ass. His sweaty, sweaty ass that is slowly going numb on this shit chair. Steve tries to recall the happy memory of Dustin’s eyes widening and then growing dark, completely turned on at the idea that Steve felt so strongly about rejecting his high school basketball team. Dustin had spent all afternoon showing Steve just how grateful he was for that little display.

Steve suddenly catches an elbow in the ribs.

“Hey, lighten up would you? You look like you’re at a funeral right now.” Robin hisses at him.

“Oh, sorry I’m not looking delighted that Dustin’s high school bully is looking at him like a piece of meat, Robin! It’s not exactly my idea of a good time!” Steve hisses back.

“Oh please, Dustin can handle himself. Cool it on the macho cave-man protective bullshit.”

“I haven’t even done anything!” Steve insists in a hysterical whisper, ignoring the way he’d been fantasizing about knocking that expression off Andy’s stupid face a second earlier.

Robin snorts in disbelief, but doesn’t have a chance to retort because the quartet starts playing “Pomp and Circumstance” and everyone rises and turns to the back of the house where the grooms are going to emerge to walk down the aisle. Chance walks down first, hair coiffed even higher than Steve’s. Well…that made sense, Steve grumpily tries to reason to himself. He had been out sweating in the humidity for almost two hours at this point. Steve had taken some amusement in watching Dustin’s own hair fight the constraints of his shellacked styling, curls growing wilder and wilder with every passing minute. 

It’s Will’s turn to walk down the aisle, arm in arm with Joyce and Jonathan. He’s already crying. Good grief, Steve thinks ungenerously. Crying over Chance? Really? The guy had been nice enough as a freshman, though he was as dull as dishwater. But Steve had long since abandoned any goodwill toward him after Dustin told him he’d been part of the group that had jumped him at Eddie’s grave right before their final crawl. 

Steve looks back up to the front. He can just make out from this distance the ugly scars on Andy’s face, somewhat faded in the intervening years, but still visible. Evidence of Dustin’s prismatic spray attack. Steve smiles grimly to himself. 

The smile slides off his face when Andy bite his lip as he rakes his eyes up and down Dustin’s form, lip curling lecherously. The hair on the back of Steve’s neck stands up. He remembers something similar in the way that Billy Hargrove used to look at Steve like that in the locker room showers. 

This is going to be a long fucking night.

[wellgollymygolly]

On my multishipping completely self indulgent bs again!!

tiger Chance, bunny Will, with the new addition of ram Andy

Andy’s that third wheel that nobody can tell if they’re actually a third wheel or involved. The answer is Yes btw. No I won’t elaborate on what I mean

[cannibalindsm]

Okay fine I'll post it here too.