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They say you’re not supposed to keep your eyes open when you kiss. It’s like, rude or whatever. You’re supposed to be in the moment. You’re supposed to let the world fall away and focus on the feeling of someone’s lips against yours.
Or at least, that’s what Steve had been told when his middle school girlfriend had opened her eyes and freaked out when she saw his were already open. They did not have a repeat performance after that. He made sure not to make the same mistake next time, or the time after that, or the time after that, and at some point, the idea had completely left his brain all together.
If he leaned in for a kiss, he closed his eyes. Automatic.
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Illusions of a High School Hierarchy by HelpImStuckWriting
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
28 Dec 2025
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If anyone asked, the hierarchy of Hawkins High went as follows:
The Jocks — top of the food chain, first pick of the lunch tables, free pass for pretty much any shit they wanted to pull, as long as it could be explained away by the teachers. It didn’t matter if they had shitty grades and even shittier personalities. They had money, they had status, they had the world in their hands and that placed them right on the top of every other clique in school. If you talked to them, you were lucky to be ignored, because the alternative wasn’t very appealing.
Hellfire Club — the lowest of the low, the freaks and the outcasts, and the losers that the rest of Hawkins High loved to shit on for no reason other than their own lack of understanding. Even the loners and band geeks looked upon Hellfire like gum on the bottom of their shoes, despite being not so different from each other when it really boiled down. Like the Untouchables, the feudal serfs, the dirty castaways of society everyone stepped around, faces twisted up in disgust like they contained diseases yet unknown to man.
Steddie Send Off Prompt: Hawkins High
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- Part 15 of Steddie Bingo 2025
- Part 3 of Steddie Send Off
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“What is it now, Steve?” Dustin sighed as the walkie cut out. “Are we not giving you enough attention? Is that it?”
“Oh, that’s rich coming from you,” he snapped back.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Steddie Send Off Prompt: Flashlight
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- Part 14 of Steddie Bingo 2025
- Part 4 of Steddie Send Off
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Everyone knew Nancy was the smart one. Nancy was the one you went to with school trouble. She was the one who always had class notes, always had flash cards, always came prepared to answer questions and kill a presentation. She was probably up in the top ranks to get valedictorian by senior year, if Barb were being honest.
Except, Nancy was terrible at observing other people. She never really thought about what was going on inside their heads, never really took the time to analyze their behaviors or expressions, like they didn’t really exist outside of her perception of them.
Steddie Send Off Prompt: Barb
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- Part 13 of Steddie Bingo 2025
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At first he was floating, at first he was drowning and gasping for air that couldn’t reach his lungs. It scraped through like knives in his throat, clawing and ripping into flesh as he tried to pull in air, or water, or anything that could make the pain go away.
And then it was more of a peaceful nothing. No floating, no drifting, no drowning, just… existence. He wasn’t sure where he was or what was happening or how he got to this nothingness. He wasn’t sure he had a body anymore, or a world to go back to. It was all dark; it wasn’t hot or cold or anything. Just dark.
And then there was light.
Steddie Send Off Prompt: Paladin
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- Part 12 of Steddie Bingo 2025
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The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.
He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.
He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teen’s face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.
Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didn’t know who this kid was, but he didn’t like him.
“Who is that?” he asked quietly.
“That,” said the sheriff, “is my son.”
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“Well,” Stiles says, “if they’re going to hunt werewolves, I’m going to hunt them.”
It’s a ridiculous statement from a ten-year-old, but he’s obviously one hundred percent sincere. For the first time since the fire, Peter feels life stir inside him, feels purpose. It’s kismet, clearly. He’ll never meet the child he would have had with Olivia. Instead he’s met this boy, this brilliant, determined, cynical child with a world of potential.
Peter kneels down in front of him so they’re at eye level. “How do you feel about doing that together?”
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It’s 6:18 A.M. on a Monday, and Stiles is using his thumbs to shape the fondant butt of a Winnie the Pooh sculpture. It’s the most action he’s seen in a long time.
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Or the one where Stiles runs his own bakery, never locks the front door, and doesn't know he's part of a werewolf pack (until he does).
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“So I’m doing my senior psych thesis on friendships,” Erica says, not-so-accidentally elbowing Derek in the ribs as she turns to face Stiles. “How they develop, how intimacy is fostered, stuff like that.”
“That’s cool,” Stiles says agreeably. “What’s our part?”
“Well, I can’t really tell you the point because that would influence the results. But it’s a set of 36 questions that you have to ask each other.”
“Just the two of us?” Derek chimes in, finally, and Stiles sighs.
“Okay, dude,” he says, making a face, “could you try not to look quite so offended? Like, my ego’s pretty strong, but come on, man.”
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Derek, a young rich shoemaker passing by his old orphanage where he meets a boy.
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