#demogorgon

MY EVERYTHING

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pairing: bf!steve x gf!reader

summary: you and steve have a heated argument before going into the upside down. as you both take separate ways, he leaves without saying “i love you”… the hurt you feel leads you to almost losing your life

warnings: killing, blood, presence of demogorgons, argument, fight, happy ending

word count: 1k

a/n: hope you like this! it's not my usual, but i've tried my best

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fuck this. fuck him. you hate when steve acts like he knows everything.

you had a stupid argument, not really a big deal, but he didn’t say those three simple words he knows you love. so now it is a big deal.

"fucking jerk," you mutter under your breath as you illuminate the path before you. the dark toxic air is certainly better than being close to him, you think. you’re alone, each one of you took different ways, and now you find yourself overthinking about your boyfriend rather than focusing on the mission. your mind keeps replaying the moment — he could’ve said it. but he didn’t. you saw him look at you, though no words left his goddamn mouth.

"be that way," you talk to yourself. "see if i fucking care."

time passes as you wander in the dimension. no human in sight, neither a demogorgon… which is good. but as you decide to approach a nearby tree and rest for a couple of minutes, you spot a tall slim figure lurking into the distance.

your first instinct is to scream and run away as fast as you can, but you weren’t there to be the coward. you take a deep breath and slowly reach for the gun you have taken with you in your backpack. you can’t make sudden movements or loud noises.

it’s one those upside down creatures. but at least it’s just one.

"okay… you can do this, y/n." self-encouraging is nice. no?

a bullet falls off the gun.

silence. your heart skips a beat. then another.

it can’t be real.

no, please no.

you lift your gaze terrorized — slowly, attentively. the demogorgon has turned around and has spotted you. holy shit. in a blink of an eye, you’re running as fast as you can; the backpack long way forgotten on the ground. the creature is chasing after you, his mouth is opened in attempt to catch you. it makes a deep sound, like a roar but more eerie, and two more demogorgons appear as if being called out.

this is a nightmare.

your first thought is steve. you wish to be in his arms right now.

you’re panicking, running and running as a few tears start rolling down your cheeks.

where the hell is the gate?! you need to get out and you need to do it now. you’re unarmed, vulnerable, and now you’re also getting tired.

a place to hide. you need to hide somewhere.

your eyes desperately look everywhere around you, trying to spot a small place you can hide in and just stall. but then you see a light. an artificial light. it’s coming from a church nearby. you run with your last strength.

your hands harshly slam on the door, your screams echoing in the dimension. with a sigh of relief, you’re dragged inside by a familiar hand.

it’s nancy.

"oh my god… nance…" it’s like you’ve just seen heaven. before you can manage to say more, the demogorgons have reached you. the doors are now broken and crushed onto the floor.

from the back of the church — drawn by the sudden chaos — dustin, jonathan, and steve emerge as well.

steve. oh steve.

he sees you and see the creatures. his face hardening instantly. the four of them grab their weapons — fire bombs they have prepared earlier. they begin to throw them at the monsters.

you stand in a corner, unable to move or make a sound. you’re frozen in fear as you watch your friends kill the demogorgons. their agonizing howls petrify you, their scaled bodies burning under the fire thrown at them.

"jonathan, the gasoline!" dustin shouts. steve has grabbed a long wooden stick and is about to charge towards one of them.

you watch him move in pure rage as the stick’s end pierces the demogorgon’s chest. "burn in hell!"

finally, after what felt like an eternity, the creatures fall onto the ground with a reverberant thud. before you can even react, you’re running towards your steve, and he hugs you tightly. you’re happy you’re alive, his firm and possessive hands reminding you on your waist.

"oh god…" he pants and holds your face against his big chest. you burst into tears — that’s your way to relief the tension.

"i love you, y/n," those words finally escape his lips. you’re not mad at him anyway. your eyes meet, and he just smiles — the expression of pure love and devotion for his woman. "i’m sorry for earlier, i know that i didn’t tell you these three words. i was upset, but that didn’t make my love for you any less. there is nothing in this world i need more than you."

you can’t stop crying, his sweet and comforting talking is making your heart jump in your chest. you breathe out a chuckle, your eyebrows furrowed upwards as you admire him cherish you.

"i love you more, steve."

"no, baby, i love you most." and with that, his lips lastly attach to yours — finally. they move in sync, dancing together in a indescribable passion.

all of a sudden, he picks you up in his arms, making you yelp and spin around. "i love you, i love you, i love you," he repeats and punctuates each one with a kiss somewhere on your face. you’re giggling like crazy, almost squirming away but not really wanting to. you’d stay like this forever — in his arms, with his kisses — where you belong.

"you’re my everything, babygirl. i’m such an asshole."

you cup his cheeks, pulling his forehead against yours and nuzzling his nose. "it’s okay… i forgave you the moment i saw these muscles flexing under the wooden stick," you smirk and squeeze his biceps.

"mh, oh yeah?" he glances down at where your hands are touching him. his smirk wider than yours. "my woman appreciates my biceps? i can make ‘em bigger."

"this is perfect already," you kiss him again.

And Will just brushes it off, saying it not important and they should continue kissing.

And Mike is like "Will, why are you using your powers? What's wrong?"

And Will just sighs, telling him how there's a demo on the other side of the wall. "Like, yeah, it was about to claw through and kill us, but I just stopped it. Can we continue kissing now?"

OLD ART ALERT LOL

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So. You know the scene in Stranger Things Season 1 when Will Byers is running from the Demogorgon and falls from that tree? Yeah. That one. The one where he lands flat on the ground like a LEGO piece in a vacuum and somehow survives with zero broken bones.

What if he didn’t actually survive?

Hear me out. He fell from, like, a thirty-foot tree. A twelve-year-old child. No superpowers. No padding. No “I took gymnastics once in second grade so I know how to roll out of a fall.” Just— splat. That’s it. Game over.

So my theory is: Will Byers actually died that night.

And the only reason he’s still walking around Hawkins, making awkward heart eyes at Mike Wheeler, is because Vecna resurrected him.

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Now before you come at me with your “Joyce and Hopper revived him with CPR” and “they found him in the Upside Down and saved him,” okay, yes. You’re technically right. But what if that CPR only worked because Will’s body had already been… altered?

Like. Think about it. Vecna sends the Demogorgon to capture Will. He tells it — and I quote from my brain — “Bring me the boy, alive.”

But the Demogorgon, bless its slimy little heart, messes up. Will dies. Vecna’s like, “Oh great. Now I have to do this myself.”

So Vecna uses those weird Upside Down particles — you know, those floaty, spooky snowflake things — to rebuild Will.

Basically necromancy with extra steps.

And here’s where it gets worse:

Will doesn’t come back as just “Will.”

He comes back as something else. Something halfway between human and Upside Down. He’s technically alive, but his body runs on those particles now. His cells are like, “hmm, delicious interdimensional spores, my favorite.”

That would explain so much:

• Why Will can still “feel” the Upside Down even when he’s back in Hawkins.

• Why he gets those weird chills when Vecna is near.

• Why his hair has never once looked like it belongs to a fully alive person (sorry, Will, but the undead bowl cut aesthetic is real).

And if the Upside Down ever gets cut off completely from the real world — like, if the gang succeeds in closing every gate — Will dies.

Because he’s not just connected to the Upside Down.

He’s powered by it.

Vecna didn’t just curse him. He rebuilt him.

Will Byers is basically a sentient Upside Down battery trying his best to live a normal Midwestern teenage life while everyone around him plays D&D and ignores the fact that his soul is a different color now.

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So yeah. That’s my theory.

Will Byers died, Vecna resurrected him using the particles, and now the only thing keeping him alive is the exact same evil energy that Hawkins is trying to destroy.

If the Upside Down goes, Will goes.

Conclusion: Will Byers is the horcrux nobody asked for.

And honestly? At this point, if the Upside Down ever collapses, someone better tell Will to just pull a Harry Potter, walk into the void, die for the plot, and then come back because love or whatever said “nah, you’ve still got trauma left to unpack.”