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    this is where I'm gonna dump all the mdzs shit that I'm unlikely to continue. most of these are gonna be very short fics, jam packed with angst. sorry in advance?

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    Someone behind him shouted suddenly. “Hey! It’s that Munson freak! He killed that cheerleader!”

    Steve turned in a second, eyes wild as he whipped the axe out of his pack.
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    Whumptober 2023 - Day 8 - “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.” - Overcrowded ER

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    19 Oct 2026

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    011. Tattooed on the center of her wrist, right where it would have been covered by the bandana.

    Steve jolts back like he's been burned, and then suddenly he's out of the chair and making a beeline for the closest exit he sees. He thinks he hears someone call out his name, but he’s already heading out the front door. He needs to get out, to get away, he needs—he doesn’t know what, but he couldn’t sit there for another moment looking at that number on her skin.

    [Or: this isn't the first time Steve's seen numbers on someone's arm. Jonathan helps him work it out.]

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    He had dropped like a sack of potatoes, the sudden shock of the loud noise and the red hot pain taking him out at the fucking knees. Carver had stood over him, leveled and cocked his gun, and Eddie wasn’t going to give this holier than thou fuckhead the satisfaction of closing his eyes or flinching or doing anything but looking him dead in the eye as he murdered him when Max clocked him with a tire iron from parts unknown and a whole lot of teenage girl rage.

    A few days after the world doesn't end (just yet), Eddie wakes up.

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  4. Public Bookmark 56

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    So he phones his shit in too if they’re not going to care. He spends a lot of time tracing the words carved into his desk absently, or staring out the windows now. He tries to get a seat closer to them, the windows, when he can, which is most classes except his English one. Mrs Woodcliff assigns seats alphabetically, and probably always has, far as Dustin can tell  —  there’s an SH WAS HERE!! carved into his desk in that class. He puts his notebook over that one, sits on his hands to stop reaching.

    One afternoon, in December, Dustin and Erica work on their character sheets.

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    He’s upright, at least. Leaned up against something, head tipped back and sort of sitting, with his hands bound, and he almost wants to laugh, on account of how much it reminds him of that first November, handcuffed in the bowels of Hawkins National Lab and that white haired son of a bitch framed in the doorway. Jim squeezes his eyes shut, shakes his head a bit, and opens them again, looking straight ahead then, and would you look at that, he thinks. This is the worst day.

    Across from him, Steve Harrington sits flanked by two Soviet soldiers, beefy mother fuckers too, and he looks exactly as terrible as when they went beneath Starcourt and Jim only had time to think, Kid, what the fuck, I’m putting your ass in a bubble after this, so not that much time has passed, he thinks, he hopes. He’s handcuffed too, hands in his lap, and he smirks at Jim, all teenaged boy bravado that he can see through in a heartbeat.

    “Hey, Chief,” says Harrington.

    Hopper, Steve, and the art of survival.

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