#Lucas Sinclar

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Ash - Tracy K. Smith (x)

[lumaxramblings]

dustin and max wage war on each other and lucas is a little shit, the complete saga

for context on the nature of their relationship:

[qprstobin]

To me, all three members of Dulumax (Dustin/Lucas/Max) are bisexual, but they all have very different journeys to acceptance.

Lucas is a lot like how I picture Steve though, less slutty about it lol. There's probably some denial there, but he is the most aware that he is attracted to other guys. It's something that is percolating in the back of his mind for a while before he gets to the point of realizing he likes Dustin. Part of him also puts it off because it doesn't matter anyway when he has Max. (Never mind the fact that they're so on and off they could be a sitcom.)

Max is the most in denial about it. Has some weird internalized biphobia where she just refuses to consider it. Is totally fine with Lucas (and Dustin) being bi, didn't even really have any hang-ups about it, but for some reason she just can NOT compute it with herself. It takes her a while after to come to terms with it.

Dustin was the most oblivious about it. He didn't refuse to consider it beforehand, but just straight up didn't. He likes girls, he likes girls a lot, and that's that! So he is completely blindsided by the idea that he might have a crush on a guy? Has a crush on LUCAS? Also to him, Lucas is just the hottest guy in their age group. That's fact, that doesn't make him gay. (Well....) Once the seed is planted though he hits the ground running, trying to scientificate it. Has to run experiments and examine everything he did in the past like 5 years searching for answers.

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[bagsybaggins]

Chapter 6: Rockin' Friendship

[Previous Chapter]

It had been a little shorter than a year since the Demogorgon fight. Since Will came back, and Eleven disappeared. YN's arm had healed up fully, with three jagged scratches on her left arm, and a jagged hole-shaped scar on her right shoulder. Not to mention the small puncture wounds on her ankle. Her hair was slightly longer, tied up in a ponytail with her bangs curled and pinned to the side.

"By Dustin! Be careful!" YN yelled as she stood at the front door, her hat slightly lopsided as she tapped the brim against the doorframe.

Dustin waved his hand back at her before he went on his bike, peddling towards Mike's house.

She sighed softly, moving back into the house and shutting the door softly. She paused, turning towards the basement door before walking towards it. As she opened it, she felt the familiar cold shifting through her body. She tensed her jaw, jerking the handle and swinging the door open.

---

[HAWKINS 1973]

"Daddy? What's that?" YN asked as she leaned up on her tippy toes. 

He sighed and shook his head. "It's nothing Dare-Bear. I'll show you it when you're older, alright?"

YN stared up at him with her eyes glimmering with curiosity as he grinned down at her.

"How much older?" She frowned.

He chuckled, lifting her into his lap, and closing the leather-bound book. "When you're 12, at least. Depends on if you remember it by then."

She giggled as he poked her stomach, ticking her. "I'll remember! I will!"

He grinned and sighed softly. "Alright. I'll show it to you then."

---

The police lights were shining around the Henderson household. YN looked ahead, a dull look in her eyes. Her hands were stained with blood, along with her nightgown. Her mother crying hysterically with Dustin in her arms. YN looked over at the door, where a stretcher carried out a large black bag.

YN stared at it as it moved passed her, being loaded into the ambulance.

The tear stains on her cheeks were covered with new tears as she cried again. Her voice was scratchy as she called out for her father. Her mother's hand tightened around her shoulder before YN collapsed onto her knees. 

Her father was to be buried a week later.

---

[HAWKINS 1984: PRESENT TIME]

I flick on the light switch, looking around the basement for a moment. Turning to the desk, I inhale sharply as I remember the blood that had been on it. Leaving a permanent stain. I lift my hands onto the desk, my fingers just brushing against the wood before I close my eyes tightly. 

Inhaling slowly I open my eyes and look down at the desk. I take a small step back, bringing my fingers to the first draw. I pull on it, frowning when it doesn't move. I kneel down, pulling one of the pins from my hair out and bending it. I stick my tongue out slightly as I try to wiggle the pin into the lock's sweet spot. Grinning when it pops, I slide the draw open, pulling my hairpin out. I frown slightly when I notice an obscene collection of pens and a few scattered pages of paper.

I pull out one of the papers, smiling as I flip it over, seeing a drawing of me and Dustin. I put it down, reaching back into the draw, huffing when the papers are trapped under the pens. Grabbing them at the handful, I drop them on the desk, pushing some back as they start rolling back to the edge of the desk. I pull out another piece of paper, another drawing. Of me holding Dustin after he had been born. 

I smile widely as I put it down on top of the other one. I freeze when I see the next drawing. No colors, but black shading. I pick it up hesitantly, exhaling lightly. 

It was of me. When I was in a coma. I looked peaceful but sick. And the lines in this drawing were sharp and dark. Unlike the other drawings.

I shakily put it down on top of the other drawings before I hear the sound of rapid knocking coming from above. I pull out my inhaler and walked up the stairs quickly to see who was at the front door.

I pull it open and my eyes widen in shock to see Eddie grinning at me.

"There she is, I've been knocking for an hour. Half tempted to crawl in through your window to come to check on you." Eddie fiddles with his denim jacket as he looks at me.

I scoff, crossing my arms as I lean against my doorway. "Oh really? And what do I owe the pleasure of being visited by the great and powerful Eddie Munson?"

He grins widely before he leans against the opposite side of my doorway, crossing his arms. "I was wondering, if the dear Rouge would like to join me and my mini group, at a concert this weekend in the town over."

I blink for a moment, before grinning and nodding my head. "I think I can manage to get a cover for a night or two. Who are we seeing?"

He sighs in relief. "Judas Priest is touring with a few other bands. I didn't actually catch who they were, but I figured it would be enough to just see them."

I uncross my arms and nod my head. "Alright, definitely." I look up at him before noticing the smudge on his left cheek. "Hey, you got something right there."

"Here?" He asks as he rubs his cheek, but in the wrong spot. 

Laughing I shake my head, reaching up. "Here, let me."

He stills as I brush my thumb against it, feeling it flake off. As I pull away, I look down at my thumb, rubbing it against my index finger. 

"Uhh, thanks." I nod my head, looking up at him before he rushes off to his van.

"You're welcome!" I yell back, confused as to why he left so quickly.

---

I bounced on my toes as I check my watch, gritting my teeth as I wait for Dustin.

"Dustin! Hurry up! We're gonna be late!" I yell through his door just before he opens it.

"I'm ready, I'm ready!" He brushes past me, sprinting to the door.

"I call shotgun!" He yells as he jumps down the steps.

"NO!" I chase after him, hitting the top of the car as he closes the passenger door, grinning at me.

I glare at him as I swing the back seat door open, "You're not safe Dustin, I'll get you-"

"Enough you two! Or there will be no movie."

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms as I hit the back of my seat with a thump. "Fine."

I glare at Dustin through the side door mirror, to which he grins and shows off his front teeth that had finally come through.

"What movie are you watching again?" Mom asks as she looks at me through the mirror.

"The Neverending Story Mom." I grin before adding. "Don't worry, it's totally PG."

She hmms before driving towards the movie theater. 

---

"I can't believe they killed the horse," I mumbled as we walked out of the movies, Dustin nodding at my side.

"We don't tell Mom about that, right?" He asks, and I nod in agreement.

I look down at him for a moment before messing up his curly hair with a grin. 

"It was a good movie though Dusty, not a bad choice." 

He grinned up at me and nodded. "Yeah, it was."

---

I huff as I dig through my closet for something to wear to a metal concert. I take a moment to glance in the mirror. A plain black shirt and some ripped jeans with combat boots could pass.

I groan before I hear a knocking at my window. I turn around, my eyes widening as I see Eddie grinning at me through the glass. I shake my head, and move to the window, opening it.

"I thought we had agreed to meet down my street?" 

He grins, his overgrown mullet shaking as he laughs. "Yeah, well I had figured since you were five minutes past your pick-up, you were in trouble." He glances down at me and grins a little wider, "And turns out I was right."

Gaping at him, I scoff and push his shoulder. "I am perfectly fine! I don't know what you're talking about-"

He lifts his foot inside, ignoring my protests as he sits on my window seal. 

"Sweetheart, you're gonna stick out like a soar thumb. Even though the black shirt is a nice touch-"

I hit his shoulder. "I think I could pass-"

"Dare-Bear! You're going to be late for your slumber party with Nancy!" I hear Mom yell through the door.

I groan as Eddie grins at me, his brows shooting up.

"It's fine Mom! I'll be out in a minute!" I yell back before Eddie snickers.

"What?"

He looks at me, a teasing grin on his face. "Dare-Bear? That's adorable."

I glare at him with my lips pressed together. "Shut up or I'm going to push you out the window."

He glances over his shoulder, then looks back at me. "Not like it's a long fall-"

I plant my hands on his shoulder, pushing him out, but his hands catch the window frame. He looks at me with his eyes wide and shock written over his features. 

"You really pushed me out-"

"You said it wasn't a long fall!" I hiss back.

"Dare?"

I look over my shoulder frantically before I remember that I had locked my door.

"I'm alright Mom! Just stubbed my toe!"

He chuckles softly and I turn back to him and nudge his shoulder. 

"Get out of here, I'll be out in a minute."

He shakes his head and I feel my lips turn down in confusion. "Not with you looking like that."

Shaking my head with a small smile on my face. "I don't have anything else Eds."

He pauses for a moment, then his hands drift to the bottom of his shirt. A Judas Priest shirt I now realize, and he pulls it over his head. I gape at him in shock as he throws it at me. Pulling it off my head I look at him in confusion. 

"So you fit in. Don't worry, I have something else." He climbed out the window and grinned at me. "See you in a few Dare-Bear."

I glare at him before he runs off the lawn, turning the corner behind our next-door neighbor's fence. Glancing down at the shirt I smile, closing the window and the blinds.

---

"Be back tomorrow!" I hear Mom say from the kitchen as I make my way out of the house. 

"I will! Bye, Mom! Bye Dusty!" I wave at him with a grin before he looks up at me in confusion.

"Whose shirt is that?" He asks. 

My eyes widen, and I glance over at the kitchen. "A friend's Dusty, don't worry about it. I'll tell you later."

He frowns and nods. "You better."

Grinning I nod, saluting quickly causing my hat to be brushed upwards. "Got it Dusty. Be back later!"

I hop out of the door, letting it shut behind me before I run across the front lawn. I turn to the right and smile as I see Eddie's van just at the end of the block. I double-check my jacket pocket for my inhaler and my wallet before I sprint to the van. 

"Open up, it's the police!" I yell into the passenger window, laughing as I see them jump. 

I raise a brow as Eddie shoves Gareth in the back, leaning over and opening the passenger seat.

"I thought you had another shirt," I say as I hop inside the van, noticing the lack of a shirt under his denim vest.

He grins, his eyes flashing to mine as he starts up the engine. "Why? Disappointed that I'm wearing the vest?"

Scoffing, I shake my head with a smile. "No, I just think that if anyone is gonna stick out, it'll be you."

He laughs as I turn in the seat and wave at Jeff and Gareth. "Hey boys, been a while since I've seen ya."

Jeff nods and Gareth grins lightly. "Yeah, last saw you in the campaign. You kicked Eddie's ass by winning so quickly. I don't think he's recovered just yet either."

I chuckle as I notice Eddie giving Gareth a death glare. "Yeah, I think so too. I mean, why else would he stop hanging out with me?"

He glanced at me briefly before looking back at the road. "Well, I had to readjust my crown, since you knocked it off-kilter. Plus, I've been thinking of what to do for our next campaign."

"Hmhmm, sure. Not just ignoring me because of your bruised ego."

---

I wipe the sweat from my brow as we walk back towards the van. The whole experience was awesome. I glance over at Eddie, who was grinning like a maniac. I laugh as I remember when the band had finally walked across the stage. How everything seemed to just buzz to life. I hear a distant voice shouting something, and when I turn to my right, I notice they were selling tour shirts.

I grin and jog past people, and stop in front of the stand. When they ask me what I wanted I pointed to one of the shirts that had caught my eye. I look over my shoulder, noticing Eddie and the other two walking toward me. I turn back to exchange the cash for the shirt, thanking them quickly. 

I walk back to Eddie as he looks at me in confusion before I shove the shirt at his head. "Payback."

He pulls it off before grinning down at the shirt.

---

Dare yawned as she looked up through the windshield at the night sky. She glanced back through the van before sighing. "They fell asleep."

Eddie glanced at her before looking through the mirror and scoffing. "Not surprised. But I am that you're still awake."

She laughs looking at him. "Yeah, well I've always had trouble with falling asleep."

He looks over at her, his brows furrowed slightly in concern. When she noticed his stare she shook her head with a scoff. 

"It's fine. It's something I've had since I was a kid. Mom says I got it from my Dad." She pauses before shuffling through his glove box.

"I think you're supposed to ask before you grab people's things." He chuckles as she pulls out his cassettes.

She smiles and shakes her head, reading the titles. "I've never been good at doing that. Just, shoot and ask questions later type of gal."

He raises a brow as she opens one of the cassettes.

He laughs as the sound of Meatloaf plays through the speaker, somehow still not rousing the sleeping pair in the back of the van.

"Didn't take you for a meatloaf fan." He said over the music before she pushes the skip button.

"I wouldn't say I'm a major fan, but I do have a favorite song." Dare grinned as she stopped and let the song finish, moving on to the next one.

As 'Dead Ringer for Love' played she grinned widely, looking over at Eddie. 

"Really?" He asked, "This is you're favorite?"

She nods her head. "I don't have a reason. It just is."

He scoffs with a smile as she begins to mumble the lyrics to herself.

"You got me begging on my knees, c'mon and throw the dog a bone." He sings half of the tune as she turns to him.

She grins. "A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone."

"Baby, Baby!" They sang together before the chorus came.

"Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew. They don't mean a thing when I compare 'em next to you!" They smiled as they bounced to the sound. "Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew."

Eddie turned to her. "I know that you and I, we got better things to do. I don't know who you are, or what you do. Or where you go when you're not around."

"I don't know anything about you baby." "But you're everything I'm dreaming of."

Dare grins and bobs her head to the song. "I don't know who you are, but you're a real dead ringer for love."

Eddie paused as he gazed at her from the corner of his eye, his grin still frozen on his face. His face grew warm as she made eye contact with him, still singing along with the song. And his heart skipped its normal synchronized beat. 

---

"Bye Eddie! Thanks for taking me with you. It was awesome." Dare grinned as she stood in front of her house. 

Eddie nodded his head "It's not a problem, I'm glad you could come with. And thank you. For the shirt."

She nodded her head before taking a step back. "I should sneak back inside, I'll see you later?"

He grinned. "Of course."

She smiled and nodded to herself. "Alright. Goodnight Eds."

"Goodnight Sweetheart." 

Dare smiled as she walked across her lawn, glancing back at him before pushing her window open. As she climbed in, she heard him pull away from the curb, and drive away. She sighed softly as her feet landed on her floorboard, and she closed the window behind her.

With a click, she jumped as her lights turned on. She turned around, she found Dustin standing in her doorway holding a hockey stick that had been Dad's. 

"What the shit Dustin! You scared the fuck out of me." She hissed at him before he pointed the hockey stick at her.

"Oh, I scared you? You scared me! I thought you were the Demogorgon or something!"

She paused for a moment before sighing heavily, leaning back against the window. "I'm sorry, I just got back."

He frowned and lowered the stick. "I thought you were sleeping over at Nancy's?"

She inhaled as she looked down at Dustin. She shook her head, crossing her arms. "I lied, to Mom. You can't tell her, alright?"

Dustin nodded his head, moving to sit down on her chair. "So where were you? And who were you with?"

She smiled as she moved to her bed, sitting cross-legged on the end.

"I was at a concert. A metal concert." She explained, his face falling to a frown at the metal concert. "Yeah, I know. It wasn't your type of stuff. But it was, awesome Dusty."

She grinned widely and he smiled. "Really?"

Nodding her head, "Totally. It was like, having a shit ton of candy, and soda. And you're on the sugar rush, but you're on it until the end of it. And even afterward, you still feel it. You can still hear the music drumming through your ears, going along with your heartbeat. It's amazing."

He stares at her with wide eyes, his mouth pulled into a smile as she giggled. "I think you would've liked it."

He nodded. "Maybe I would've. But who did you go with?"

She waved her hand. "One of my friends, Eds. He had a spare ticket and offered it to me."

He raised a brow. "Eds? Are you sure he's just a friend?"

Dare grinned and pushed him lightly in his arm. "Shut up. And yes, he's just a friend Dusty."

Dustin grins, "Yeah sure he is."

"Oh shut up!"

[Next Chapter]

[poetic-academic-shit]

A girl ran home

She didn't know where

She would go

If they hadn't been there

She was

Better for it

Better for it

Better for it

When trapped she had an escape

Words to fill her head in the day

Repeat to keep the monsters away

Grounding her to help her stay

She was

Better for it

Better for it

Better for it

She had friends who would take a life

If it kept her safe through the night

She knew they were her only light

And the ones that made her feel fine

She was

Better for it

Better for it

Better for it

But she never expected the darkness to fall on them

She knew that things would on day be so different

And she ran through the world

To the light, she's just a girl

Starting to feel like the end of it all

Make it to them before you trip and fall

She is

Better for it

Better for it

Better for it

A girl ran home

Where'd she go

by me

[bifuriouswaterbender]

So making Lucas a November birthday and a Scorpio was an impulse decision for a fic, but I keep casually coming back to it. So many of the boys are spring brithdays, and I wanted him to be able to drive first. Throwing this out there in case anyone else wants to use this energy.

[korkiekenobiconfirmed]

it pisses me off how the duffers treat bigotry. we’re not supposed to think about racism and how it impacts someone living in bumfuck indiana, and we’re only supposed to care about it happening in the sense of the shock value it provides.

billy was scripted to call lucas slurs until caleb and dacre both said “nah I’m actually kind of not down for that” and the fact that jason and his crew brutally beat two black children was glossed right over. it’s like the duffers baked this whole “rural 80’s town” cake and then just use racism as the cute little decorative icing on top.

[funkymanfunkytown]

cant find any elucas love without elumax 😨

[steddiebang2024]

When The Buzzer Sounds  |  Mature |  31K

Author: @steddieasitgoes

Artist: @hellfiredemon 

Beta Reader: @sidekickjoey

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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Lucas Sinclair, The Party

Tags: Alternate Universe - 1990s, Second Chances, Getting Back Together, Idiots in Love, Future Fic, Fluff and Angst, Humor, Mild Sexual Content, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington & Lucas Sinclar Friendship, Flashbacks, Homophobia Doesn’t Exist 

Trigger Warnings: N/A

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The cameraman stands a few yards away from them, feet solidly on the court, with no urgency to move on until he gets what he wants. This isn’t the first time this has happened to them, and it certainly won’t be the last. Whenever they’re in public, they’re always SteveandRobin so inseparable they must be dating. 

But it’s not their freckled faces that grace him when he looks up. It’s his face, yes. Perfectly combed and styled hair, a smattering of moles, and hazel eyes a little wider than usual staring back at him. But it’s the face to his left that shocks him. Unruly curls frame a pale face. The peripheral big, wild, brown eyes that are too busy staring at him in bewilderment like a deer in headlights than looking directly into the camera’s lens. 

Shit. 

“Um, Steve?”

Tearing his eyes away from the Jumbotron is a battle Steve almost loses. Not because he’s not strong enough, but because the thought of meeting Eddie’s bewildered eyes head-on is enough to send him running. Still, he does just that, schooling his face in something that, he hopes, resembles a neutral expression. 

“Don’t worry, they’ll move on,” Steve says, only half believing the words himself.

Or:

The year is 1998 and Lucas is set to make his NBA debut. Nothing is going to keep Steve from being there to witness this monumental moment. Eddie apparently shares the same sentiment and the two find themselves in the same place at the same time for the first time since they blurred the lines of their once-solid friendship four years ago at Dustin's wedding.

Surprisingly, Steve and Eddie manage to fall back into their friendship easily. That is until their playful conversation at half-time gets interpreted as flirting and the two find themselves the latest victims in the dreaded Kiss Cam tradition. With a stadium watching and his own desire taking over, Steve must decide if kissing Eddie "for the bit" is worth jeopardizing their rekindled friendship.

Who knows, maybe a peer-pressured kiss will be the spark to get them to talk about that night four years ago when everything changed.

[upsidedog]

a little over a month after max ended things with lucas a girl in her spanish class aproched her and asked if “lucas sinclar” is single. apparently she thinks he’s cute and has seen them hanging out. “no, he isn’t single” is what max wants to say because if she sticks to her plan of mourning their relationship for the rest of high school so should he, even if max was the one who broke it off. but max is a good person so she says “yeah he’s single.” but not that good so she adds “he just got out of a relationship though, and he’s not over her” and since she’s already crossed that first line “i actually wouldn’t even try.”

max only lasts an hour or two before she feels so guilty she tells lucas there’s a girl in her spanish class that he should ask out cause she thinks he’s cute. lucas is a little offended that his ex is trying to play matchmaker on principle but also because he was sort of planning on mourning his and max’s relationship for the rest of high school

[lumaxramblings]

max on dustin's shoulders, lucas in the window pls<3

[strangerthingslover69]

The lick of an ice lolly

The Byers host a BBQ on a hot summers day to celebrate being back in Hawkins. Everyone is here and you can’t wait to see them! You and Eddie have a smoke on the way and let’s just say it has a certain effect on you. As you settle down on a sun bed someone starts talking to you as you look to see who this mystery man is you know you are in trouble

18 + minors do not read!

warnings ~ drinking, smoking, swearing and smut ~

Dmitri Antonov + female reader

Another hot day in Hawkins, the perfect day for you and your friends to have a BBQ. The Byers had recently moved back to Hawkins and you couldn’t happier. Joyce was like a mum to you and Hopper like a dad. They always looked out for you. You couldn’t wait to see everyone together again. When you says everyone most definitely is, Joyce, Hopper, Murray, Will, El, Johnathan, Argyle (who was visiting Johnathan) Mike, Nancy, Steve, Eddie, Robin, Dustin, Lucas, Max and Erica. It was nice to have everyone back together. It was pure bliss. You loved them all, one strange big difunctional family. You were the same age as Eddie but you all got treated like kids. Since it was so hot you decided to wear your bikini top with some shorts, your bikini bottoms under them. The Byers new house had a very nice pool. Steve arrives to pick you up, he already had got Robin and Eddie. You sat in the back next to Eddie. ‘What’d you guys bring? I brought some vodka’ you held it up with a mischievous grin. ‘I made some cupcakes’ said Robin. ‘I’ve got a cool box full of beers’ replied Steve pointing to the boot.‘Shit I didn’t know we needed to bring anything’ Eddie replied as he lit up a joint. He offered you some and you happily accepted. ‘Hey don’t have to much you two, I know what your like, I’m talking to you Y/N’ Steve was warning you as sometimes when you are too high it can have a certain effect on you. Well let’s just say you have had some sort of experience with everyone in the car. Okay so you made out and felt up Robin. You sucked Steve’s dick and you fucked Eddie. It’s just an effect the weed had in you, it makes you extremely horny. You don’t know why! ‘Relax dad, I’m just having the one’ you say taking a long drag. ‘Mmhmm let’s just wait and see. Remember there’s kids there so don’t be a dip shit’ Steve says to you as he pulls into the Byers drive. ‘I’m fine, honest, I feel fine’ Eddie laughed and put his hand on your bare thigh sending shivers all over. ‘Well sweetheart, this stuff is a little bit stronger. So let’s just wait and see.’ He said with a wink getting out of the car. ‘You little fucker’ you mumbled to yourself. Hopefully you’ll be able to control yourself or god knows what’ll happen.

As you, Eddie, Steve and Robin make your way to the Byers garden you can feel the effect of the smoke you had with Eddie. You take some deep breaths as you see everyone. ‘Hey guys! So glad you could make it’ Joyce welcomes you and gives you all a hug. ‘We all brought some stuff! Well most of us, where would you like it?’ Steve says to Joyce. ‘Aw you didn’t have to, thank you. Just inside is good. There’s some ice for the alcohol. Drinks inside, Hops’ starting the food and there plenty of sun loungers so help yourselves!’ She says wondering off to welcome Lucas, Erica and Max. You scan around and see everyone here, you give a warm smile seeing everyone reunited. You take the bottle of vodka inside, pouring yourself some neat with ice and a lime. You need a drink to calm yourself down. El, Mike, Will and Dustin are in the pool racing one another. Argyle, Johnathan and Nancy are in a deep discussion about something. Robin and Steve go to join them. Eddie takes a seat on the sun lounger hiding under the umbrella. Joyce is now inside chopping the salad, Hop and Murray manning the BBQ and Max and Sinclars are now joining to others in the pool. You scan around and notice two empty sun loungers. You walk over and take off your shorts laying down on one. You are ready to tan. You have your sunglasses on and eyes closed so you don’t notice when someone sits next to you. You presume it’s one of the kids. You are wrong. ‘Hello, I don’t believe we have met? I’m Dmitri.’ A mysterious voice says to you as you lift your sunglasses up looking in his direction. Well hello. ‘Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N’ you sit up and shake his hand. You feel a spark when shaking his hand. God damn it Eddie you think to yourself. Sure you’d think he was beautiful no matter what but this weed makes you crave him. ‘Y/N pretty name. Nice to meet you to’ he says and you hear a think accent. ‘Where are you from?’ You ask. ‘Russia, I am visiting America for a little while. I am staying here. Joyce is very kind to let me.’ ‘Dmitri! Can you come help me please?’ Joyce calls from the kitchen. ‘Excuse me’ he says to you getting up and giving you a kind smile and a rub on the shoulder. You are in trouble, you unintentionally clamp your thighs next to one another hoping no one would notice. But of course someone does.

‘Ooh do you like our new Russian friend?’ Eddie says jokingly in a poor a Russian accent as he sits next to you. You roll your eyes and shove him in the shoulder. ‘Dick. Why would you let me smoke so much if you knew it’d have this god damn effect! What the hell was it anyway?’ You turn your head to make sure no one is listening. ‘There was more than damn weed that’s for sure. I’m not normally this turned on so quickly.’ You say feeling frustrated. ‘Ooh sweet sweet Y/N, there was weed of course. But Rick got something new in. I think he said it had an Aphrodisiac in it? Whatever that is. I just know it’s had no effect on me. I feel fine!’ Eddie moves slightly closer and whispers into your ear, ‘but by how hard you’re clenching your thighs it definitely had an effect on you.’ ‘Fuck Eddie do you even know what an Aphrodisiac is?!’ You ask feel exasperated. ‘Eddie shrugs but before you can say anything you hear someone calling your name. ‘Y/N, can you come here a second please sweetie?’ It’s Joyce. You get up, necking back your vodka. You don’t care it burns you need it. You kick Eddie in the ankle on the way past. ‘Ow! Now now Princess there was no need for that!’ He shouts as you walk away. You are feeling so hot and not just cause of the heat.

‘Hey honey, sorry to bother you it’s just everyone is busy, well apart from Eddie but I don’t really trust him to do a job for me. I just realised we don’t have any ice creams and I promises the kids we’d get some. Do you mind grabbing me some from the supermarket? Dmitri will drive you he just needs directions there.’ How can you say no to Joyce, she’s always helped you out. With a little sigh, ‘of course Joyce. Let me grab my shorts.’ You walk back outside and pop on your shorts. ‘Hey where you going?’ Eddie asks. ‘ice cream’ is all you respond with before flipping him off and meeting Dmitri in the car. The ride over is fairly quiet, you are too hot and bothered to talk the radio playing faintly in the background. You give Dmitri directions to the supermarket and get there fairly quick. You both get out the car and go inside. You are walking side by side not saying a word. You feel if you speak you’ll say the wrong thing. Your hands accidentally brush across as you walk, you flinch at the sudden touch. A throbbing going straight to your pussy. ‘Y/N, have I upset or offended you?’ Dmitri asks as you reach the freezer section. You look at him puzzled, ‘no, why?’ ‘No reason, just wanting to check’ Dmitri replies back. ‘So many choices. What do you think we should get?’ Dmitri asks you changing the subject. You think for a minute before adding two pints of Ben and Jerry, you know it’s Hops’ favourite. Some ice lollies for the kids, some ice cream cones and some kind of fruity ones. ‘This’ll be enough’ you declare walking off. Dmitri is quick to catch you up. As you pay and head back to the car Dmitri takes a couple of the ice lollies out. ‘I’m sure they won’t mind us having some now’ he says with a cheeky smile. You pack the other lollies and ice cream into the car. You take the ice lolly from him with a smile. ‘Thank you.’ You get back into the car sitting next to Dmitri.

‘So tell me about yourself Y/N’ he says as he takes the wrapping off the lolly. He put it into his mouth sucking the juices, taking it out with a pop. He starts to lick it up and down. Your mouth went dry as you watch his tongue move along the ice cold treat. *clearing throat* ‘erm not much to tell, I live a couple of miles away, work at family video with Steve and Robin, I-I finished school a few years back. And I-‘ your mouth stops moving as you can’t help watch him licking the lolly, he looks like he’d be good with that tongue. Dmitri notices you’ve stopped talking and looks at you to carry on but you can’t. Your eyes are glued. He follows to what you are staring at and stops. ‘Are you okay?’ He asks looking concerned, he reaches over and puts his hand on top of yours. His touch is so gentle and soft but his hands feel rough, like a real man. You try to talk but words fail to leave your mouth, you must nod and open your now melty ice lolly. You can’t help but tease him with it. You look him dead in the eyes and begin to lick the ice lolly up and down, slowly letting the juices fall down your chin. You don’t care what you look like it’s got his attention, that’s all you need. You pop the sweet treat into your mouth and start sucking it hard, a moan escaping now and then. Dmitri is hypnotised by you. Sure he’s a little confused as this is a very forward gesture but he feels flattered as your young enough to be his daughter. However this doesn’t stop him watching you suck on your ice lolly. The juices are running all down your hand, chin and neck. It starts to leave a sticky trail down to your breasts. You stop sucking as the ice lolly breaks in your mouth taking you by surprise. You are a hot horny sticky mess. You want this man in front of you. You don’t care you’ve just met him you need him. You crave him. His eyes still haven’t left you yet. You see his ice lolly melting in his hands, he hadn’t realised until you lean over and start to lick the fallen juices off his wrist leading up to his fingers. His lips part as you then put his ice lolly in your mouth and take it in whole. Your glad Dmitri has parked away in a far away corner where no one else is. You take the ice lolly out of your mouth and sit up looking him straight in the eyes.

You’re not sure who moved in first but your lips crash into one another. A wet and fierce kiss. Your kisses are sloppy and sticky but he doesn’t care. He must have you also. He brings one hand to your cheek to pull you closer and the other into your hair. Your hands reach across to his hair scratching his scalp. Dmitri pulls you by your hair harshly causing you to let out a loud moan. ‘You are trouble, aren’t you Y/N?’ Before you can answer he his leaving hot kisses down your jaw and neck, biting into the tender skin not caring if he marks it. ‘God Dmitri, I need you inside of me now!’ You moan as the kisses continue, you pull his hair making him moan into your neck. You can’t stand the waiting so you climb over to sit on his lap. You’re turn to mark his neck up, you sink your teeth into his neck. He is a mumbling mess under you. He bucks his hips up and you can feel his bulge under your shorts.

‘Dmitri, I need you’ whispering into his ear. Your hands making their way down to unzip his shorts and unzip yours and taking them off. Once they are both unzipped you move your bikini bottoms to the side before your take Dmitri’s dick out his boxers his hand comes up and move his finger up and down your slit, feeling how wet you are. ‘Блядь’ (fuck) he mutters to himself. He continues rubbing his fingers up and down, it feels incredible but you need his dick right now. You take his fingers off your wet slits and put them into your mouth, tasting your own sweet juices. ‘You are very naughty Y/N, no?’ He says as he stares in ore of you. ‘I’ve only just met you but I know I can not let you go’ he says and brings you in for a passionate kiss. Tongues swirling around one another, you are so into the kiss you don’t notice Dmitri take out his dick, line it in your entrance and push into your throbbing hole. You moan loudly as you feel his dick stretch you out. You sit just for a minute enjoying the feeling of being full, you have never felt someone so big. ‘Блядь (fuck) you are so tight, not had a real man no?’ You shake you head as you start to move back and forth on him. Causing him to let out a moan, it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. As you rock your body back and forth on his dick, Dmitri grabs your waist and digs his fingers, you don’t care if there is marks. ‘Dimitri’ you moan as you move faster, you clit brushing along him. Dmitri leans forward and takes your bikini top off, bringing your breast into his mouth. Licking you the sticky juices from the ice lolly then he takes your nipple making it hard. His other hand comes up and twists your other nipple between his fingers. You moan louder. You have never been played with so good. You can already feel your orgasm approaching, you really don’t want this to end. ‘Блядь (fuck) Y/N I can feel your close, cum for me. Cum all over me.’ You’ve never rode someone so fast before. With Dmitri’s words and him sucking your nipple you orgasm washes over you as you cum all over Dmitri’s dick. You don’t stop once you’ve finished, your over stimulating yourself but man it feels good. ‘Cum in me Dmitri, I want to feel you daddy’ you moan loudly. You calling him daddy pushes him over the edge and you can feel his hot lines of cum shooting up in you. Not the best idea but you don’t care. You scream as you cum again onto his dick. Hot, sweaty and breathless you rest you foreheads on one another. ‘Well that was unexpected’ Dmitri says causing you to blush. Being this close you never realised how handsome he was. ‘You better get use to it daddy, there is plenty more where that came from’ you whispered to him. His dick flinches in your hole at your words. ‘I can not wait малышка’ (baby girl) He leans in to give a kiss, not as hot and heavy but still just as passionate.

‘We best get back, the kids will not be happy if they don’t have their ice cream’ you say slowly pulling yourself off of Dmitri. You find some tissues in the car and clean yourselves you. You put back on your bikini top and shorts, Dmitri tucks himself back in and pulls his shorts up. You try to fix how you look but there seems to be no point as you notice a hickey on your neck. You let your hair down despite the heat just to try cover it somehow. The drive back you and Dmitri chatting about causal stuff, just life in general. His hand resting on your bare thigh and your hand on top. When you get back you realise the ice creams are rather melted so you quickly put them into the freezer. Dmitri gives you a heart warming smile and a quick pat on the but before walking away to help Hop and Murray. Luckily no one noticed how long you two were really gone for. You walk back over to your sun lounger take off yours shorts and decide to cool off in the pool. Dmitri is having a hard time not staring at your body. As you float you are in happy thoughts. You can’t stop thinking of how Dmitri’s body felt against yours, the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, the way he made you feel. Your thoughts are disrupted by a but head splashing you. ‘Hey, you had fun then?’ Eddie asks with a wiggle of the eyebrows. You look over at him, ‘what ever do you mean Edward?’ ‘Well I’m no expert sweetheart but I don’t think our Russian friend did that to his neck.’ He says smugly and swims off. You look over to Dmitri and realise you’re not the only one with a hickey. You smile to yourself, let’s just wait and see till everyone else notices.

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Like I said, my requests are open, and I really need inspo cuz I’m getting writers' block. (I can deny any request)

I write - Smut, Fluff, Angst, song requests, headcannons, between character ships (Again, some I will deny) and anything else that doesn’t come into the list below.

I will not write - Incest, shit with huge age gaps, anal sex, anything painful that’s past the point of being pleasurable, anything with animals (Sex wise) (Faux Fur and shit is ok), Anything with dead people (Again, sex wise.)

People I write for (People I have in bold are people I will most definitely write)

Outer Banks 

 - JJ Maybank

 - Rafe Cameron

 - John B Routledge

 - Pope Heyward

 - Sarah Cameron

 - Kie Carrea 

Scream Universe

 - Ethan Landry

 - Billy Loomis

 - Stu Macher

 - Chad Meeks-Martin

 - Mindy Meeks-Martin

 - Anika

 - Tara Carpenter

 - Sam Carpenter

 - Sidney Prescott

 - Dewey Riley

 - Gale Weathers

 - Tatum Riley

Stranger Things

 - Steve Harrington

 - Billy Hargrove

 - Mike Wheeler

 - Will Byers

 - Eddie Munson

 - Eleven

 - Dustin Henderson

 - Lucas Sinclar

 - One/ Henry Creel (Not Vecna)

 - Argyle 

 - Johnathan Byers

Marvel

 - Bucky Barnes

 - Steve Rogers

 - Peter Parker (Any) 

 - Loki Lufeyson

 - Thor Odinson

 - Bruce Banner

 - Scott Lang

 - Natasha Romanoff

 - Wanda Maximoff

 - Pietro Maximoff

(Any marvel Character Minus animals these are ones on the top of my head)

Ginny and Georgia

 - Marcus Baker

 - Ginny Miller

 - Georgia Miller

 - Trent

 - Press

 - Jordan

 - Abby

 - Norah

Wednesday

 - Ajax Petropulos

 - Xaiver Thrope

 - Wednesday Addams

 - Enid Sinclair

 - Yoko Tanaka

 - Tyler Galpin

 -  Divina

 - Kent

 - Binaca Barclay 

 - Rowan Laslow

 - Mortica and Gomez Addams (Together or apart + Young or old)

The Summer I turned Pretty

 - Jeremiah Fisher

 - Conrad Fisher

Avatar 1+2

  - Spider

  - Lo’ak Sully

 - Neteyam Sully

 - Treisaya

 - Roxto

- Anoung

 - Jake Sully

Any other shows and current people I will accept or deny, you never know.

Song request singers I will accept

 - Arctic Monkeys

 - Taylor Swift

 - Conan Grey

 - The neighborhood

 - Chase Atlantic

 - Eminem

 - Kenrick Lammar

 - Arianna Grande

 - Brittney Spears

 - Rhianna

 - Beyoncé 

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Chapter 3: The Discovery

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I groan as I turn onto my back, putting my arm across my eyes. The sun was bleeding through the gaps in the blinds, one of them being directly on my face.

"Dare-Bear! Wake up!" Mom yells through the door.

"Five more minutes!'

"If I gave you five more minutes you would miss school. Now get up!" I glare at the door as I hear her footsteps recede. 

Frowning heavily, I sit up and just glare into space. Turning towards the clock, I huff when I realize that she was right. With much effort, I stand up from my warm and comfortable bed and make my way to my closet. Opening it, I quickly grab the clothes that I was going to wear, yawning as I pulled my shirt down over my head. I glance over at the mirror that I had on my dresser, sighing at the messy tangles of my hair. I meet my own eyes, the ones I shared with Dad, and grab my hair brush. As I brush through my hair, cursing when it pulled hair from my head, I kept thinking about everything that had happened the night before.

I groan as I remember having Jonathan take me home, instead of Barb and Nancy. With one final brush, I toss the brush onto my dresser again with a clatter. I open my door, stretching with another yawn as I walk to the bathroom. I brush my teeth numbly, sort of sleeping through half the process.

"Dare!"

I jump and turn towards Dustin who was sitting next to me. 

Wait, when did I get to the kitchen?

"Dare you there?" 

"Yeah yeah, Dusty. What's up?" I ask as I sneakily grab Mom's coffee, pouring it into my empty cup.

The black liquid stared back at me tauntingly, menacingly swirling in my cup as I stared down at it. I cringe at the taste of it, before downing it as quick as I can.

"YN?" 

I turn to Dustin, noticing his worried confused expression. 

"Shhh. I'm alright. Just, dead tired." I mutter, before finishing the black coffee. "Anyway whatcha need?"

He stared at me before nodding his head. "I was wondering if you wanted to come to Mike's tonight. You know." He trails off, giving me a look.

I narrow my eyes at him, slowly nodding my head. "Yeah, I know alright."

His face falls into a deadpan as I try to think of what he is exactly hinting at-

My eyes widen as I remember. "El! Oh shit, I completely forgot!"

His eyes grow wide in panic, turning toward Mom. Who I forgot was there.

"El?" She asks, before sending a look at me. "Language."

"El is this chick with superpowers that we're hiding in Mike's basement," I explain, enjoying Dustin's panicking features beside me.

She nods slowly and smiles. "Another character for the campaign right? That's a great sweetie."

He turns to her in confusion as I stand up, and walk towards my room.

"What the fuck YN!" He hisses as he follows me.

Rolling my eyes, I turn to him and cross my arms. "Telling a grownup the truth as a teen, a kid is great. Mostly because they never believe you until shown proof." I think for a moment before adding, "Actually most people won't believe you until you give them proof. Even then they might deny it."

He stares up at me in confusion. "How do you know that?"

I snort. "Trust me, I've told the truth multiple times, yet people find it hard to believe. So they think I'm joking. But I'm not. It's funny actually."

"Have you done that to me?" He asks, a look of worry in his eyes as he thinks back to the things I've told him.

"Yep," I say before turning around and walking into my room, and grabbing my bag.

---

"Shit shit shit-" I screech as I sprint behind another corner.

I peek around the corner and see Nancy walk in, and I narrow my eyes at her. The traitor who left me. As she walks toward my corner, I turn around to walk away before noticing Steve walking towards me, but not noticing me yet. I glance around frantically, not wanting to get caught, or just not wanting to talk to them yet actually.

I pause as I see a familiar mullet head and remember that I had the cassette to return.

I rush to him as he almost walks away from me, his headphones covering his ears. I almost tackle him, but decide against it, and instead just grab his arm and swing him around. He lets out a startled, 'shit!' before I remove his headphones and place them on my head over my hat.

"Hide me," I say as I lean back against a locker.

Eddie frowns in confusion before glancing over his shoulder. He was wearing jeans and a denim jacket, a small patch just about the right breast pocket, with JP on it. I duck down as he turns back to me, putting his hand on the locker on both sides of me. I look up at him and smile as the song begins to play. 

"Hmm, this sounds good. Who's it by?" I ask him as I begin tapping my foot to the beat.

He looks at me in surprise before smiling and saying something. I couldn't hear him, and I could tell that he laughed by the way his shoulders shook. He reached up and took the headphones off my ears. 

"It's Ozzy Osbourne. Not surprised that you didn't know him." He grinned before he glanced over his shoulder quickly, and leaned away from me. "You wanna tell me why you're hiding from Mr. Popular?" 

I snort and shake my head, the headphones resting around my neck and Ozzy still blasting through it.

"It's not him I'm really hiding from," I say, but sigh as I looked at the corner where Nancy had been. "Nancy wanted me to go to the party at Steve's, his six-member party including me. I didn't actually know where we were going until we got there. And in the end, I was ditched."

He nodded along humming as he crossed his arms. "So you were using me to hide from them because?"

As he trialed off I rolled my eyes and then shrugged. "I'm being petty. They ditch me, so I ignore them until I feel better."

I hadn't noticed he had dimples when he smiles, but I could see them now. Cool.

"So you're only with me because you're trying to feel better? I'm your get-away happy medicine?" He snickered as I nudge him.

"No, I would never do that to you," I say as I push him down the hall.

"Oh, not me, but to some other poor unfortunate soul? I should give them a warning-" he cackles as I shove him towards the other set of lockers, and I stumble after him because of the headphones still around my neck. 

As he turns and takes his headphones back, I reach into my bag and pull out the Def Leppard tape.

"I was also meaning to give you this. Not just using your tall stature to hide behind." I smile as I hold it out to him.

He looks down at it before shaking his head. "Nah, you can keep it."

"What, no. It's yours, I'm not keeping it-"

"I already have another one, don't sweat it." He grins before I realize what he had done.

"You bought the one from the other day didn't you." His Cheshire cat grin fuels me with disbelief and friendly anger. "You little shit!"

Laughter spills from him as I end up chasing him down the hall, and outside the school building. I ignore the school bell and instead focus on trying to catch the mullet head fiend.

"Get back here!" I yell, running around one of the cars.

We cross over the parking lot, weaving through the cars. He takes a sudden left, heading up towards the Middle School. I glare at him as he runs up the only steep part of the whole place. 

"Nope, not happening! It's yours to keep!" He yells back before I watch him trip over the sidewalk.

I wince as I feel my lungs tightening, but also at his landing.

"You alright?" I ask as I slow down, steadily walking to him.

He slowly sits up and nods his head, rubbing the side of his face where he had a small scrape on his cheekbone. I kneel next to him and he looks at me, squinting his eyes from the sun.

"It doesn't look too bad. But you should go get it cleaned, and a bandaid." I say as I look at the scrape that was slowly beginning to bleed.

He scoffs and shakes his head, his mullet swaying from the movement. "Nah, I'll be fine."

I roll my eyes and offer him my hand, and help pull him up to his feet. "Yeah, you will be once you're out of the Nurse's office," I say as I pull him back to the school.

---

He glares at me as the nurse puts a bandaid on his cheek, and pats his shoulder. "All good as new."

"Thanks, Mrs. B, see you later," I say as Eddie hops down from the bed and heads for the door.

As we walk out I wave one more time at her before shutting the door behind me. He looks down at me with a stony face, trying to pretend like he was mad.

"It could've gotten infected," I state as I walk past him. "Then you'd have to deal with being sick and maybe even pus."

He recoils before shaking his head. "I didn't-"

"I know."

He raises his brow at me as I grin at him. 

"You know her well, you go there often?" 

I snicker before brushing off the overused pick-up line, knowing he didn't mean it like that. 

"Yeah, I have bad asthma. So I have another Inhaler in there, and one with me." I explain and look over at him.

He raises his brows, his eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, I didn't know that."

Shrugging I turn around, walking backward in front of him. "Most people don't know that. They also don't know that I was a convicted criminal for about 5 years." I grin.

He scoffs laughing and shaking his head. "Let me guess, a thief right?"

I nod my head. "Yeah, that and a bit of B and E. Although I think I did graffiti one of the creak bridges." I put my hand on my chin in thought.

He throws his head back in laughter, clapping his hands. "Of course you did. Such the rebel of our little town."

I mock a bow and laugh. "Yep. That's me. And now that you know my secret-"

Snapping his fingers he interrupts me. "Let me guess, you'll have to kill me?"

I pause then shrug, "I was going to say make you my accomplice, but that can work too."

Our laughter fills the halls for a short time. And I think it's safe to say, that's the start of a great friendship.

---

"Dare!" I lift my head from my book and see Nancy approach me.

"Oh hey, Nance. Nice to see ya." Waving my hand at her, I look back down at my book.

She sits down next to me. "I haven't seen you all day. But I was wondering, you went home with Barb last night right?"

I look up at her in confusion. "What? No, you did. You two ditched me-"

"What? No, I never ditched you!" She shook her head rapidly, denying what I had thought happened.

I stare in confusion. "But I couldn't find you two."

"I was with," She pauses, biting her lip. "Steve. But wait, if you didn't go home with Barb, how did you get home?"

"Jonathan took me home," I say simply.

Nancy blinks at me. "Jonathan took you home?"

"Yeah." I nod. "He had been on a drive home from somewhere and went out taking pictures. Said he thought Will could have gone the other way instead of where they were searching."

Nancy frowns as she taps her fingers against her notebooks.

"Barb didn't get home last night." She blurts out.

"The fuck- what?" 

She nods her head, worry written all over her face. "I know, I had called her mom asking if she had gotten home but she hadn't. And I don't know what happened, and I'm worried."

I slowly sit back in my chair, the shock slowly setting it. "She never got home?" I repeat slowly, my mind slowly wrapping around the idea that Barbra was missing like Will.

"Dare? YN! You need to breathe, shit!" I barely hear Nancy say before my vision starts getting dotted with black spots.

Her hands pat my jacket before she grabs my bag. I wheeze as I try to exhale, Nancy curses as she digs through my bag. As I inhale shakily, I hear her shaking my inhaler. 

"Here, deep breath." I hear as she pushes the inhaler into my mouth.

I inhale deeply, before falling into a coughing fit. Nancy shakes it again before I grab it from her, and inhale again. She pats my back as I try to catch my breath, my heart still racing as I blink the stray tears from my eyes.

"She'll be alright, right? She probably just," I stop and cough again. 

"Yeah, definitely. She'll be back, I'm sure of it." She whispered as she rubbed circles into my back.

---

"YN!"

"Whatever it is you think I did-" I turn my gaze up from the unique writing of Jane Austin, noticing Eddie jogging over to me. "Oh, never mind. You're not who I thought you were."

He grins, his eyes darting down at the book as he crosses his arms. "I don't know who you thought I was, but it's good to know some things weren't wrong."

When he sees my confused gaze, he motions toward my book. "That you really are a geek."

Snorting, I sit up ignoring the stretch of my jacket as it gets stuck under me. "You know I play D&D, yet me reading a book is what makes me a geek." 

Eddie chuckles as he looks down at the ground, his mullet cloaking his eyes. "I uhm, actually play D&D too."

I gape at him in shock, a startled laugh of disbelief escapes me. "No way, you're shitting me right now-"

"No, no I'm not." He looks back at me, his brown eyes crinkling as he smiles. "I do play. I'm actually the DM."

Clapping my hands with laughter spilling from me, I nod my head. "I can honestly say I believe it. A mullet, denim vest-wearing guy, is secretly just another nerd like the rest of us losers." I cackle as I stand up, chuckles erupting from him.

"Losers?" He shakes his head with his dimples showing with the smile he's holding. "No, I think you mean freaks."

He turns to his right, waving his hand towards the middle school. "They are all losers." He then taps his hand on the brick building, his ring reflecting the sunlight. "Here, we are all Freaks."

I pause for a moment, studying him before grinning again. "So, am I a freak or a geek?"

He hesitates, looking me up and down, glancing at the book in my hand. He crosses his arms, his tongue pushing out against his cheek. Then he nods his head. "Definitely a geek."

Rolling my eyes I lean against the wall, crossing my arms, my right hand finding a frayed strand that I keep forgetting to cut off. "And how come I'm not a freak?"

"Oh, trust me, you're not a freak like me. You're friends with Nancy Wheeler, who's dating Steve Harrington. You're almost popular just by association." He points at me as leans against the wall next to me. "But you have good grades, read books, and play D&D. You're a geek Henderson."

Scoffing I shake my head. "You say it like being a freak is a bad thing, Munson," I emphasize his last name. "I think that you just don't know me well enough to know that I am not, a geek."

Narrowing his eyes he bites at his bottom lip, mulling over my words. "Nah, you aren't going to change my mind. You're a geek, and that's it." He pushes off the wall, walking away from me.

Giggling, I reach down and grab the strap of my bag, chasing after him. "I'm not a geek Eddie!"

"GEEK!" He yells back, turning his head, he looks over his shoulder grinning at me.

My converse, plain and black, scuffed against the cement as I tackled him. He laughs as he stumbles to the side before he pushes me back. I screech as I stumble over my feet, but I manage to get my footing. Blowing the hair out of my face, I turn back to him.

"You're a geek, just admit it, YN." He grins, crossing his arms.

---

"Are you sure? You don't have to hang out with me-"

I roll my eyes at Eddie's ramblings, nudging his shoulder with mine. "Yes, I'm sure I want to hang out with you Eddie. Are you trying to get rid of me already?"

His mullet sways as he shakes his head. "No! No- it, I wasn't trying to get rid of you. I just thought that you already had plans."

Pausing for a moment, my eyes widened for a fraction of a second. He grumbled under his breath.

"You already have plans, it's cool. We can just hang out-"

"Nope!" I interrupt him, pulling at the dog tag around my neck. "I mean, I did have plans. But I think they'll be fine without me."

He stops walking, looking at me with a frown on his face. "YN-"

"No, I'm serious Eddie. It's not a big deal, I want to hang out with you." I reassure, turning around and looking back at him.

I mean, I didn't know what they had been planning for today. But I'm sure they won't do anything stupid. I mean, I doubt that they would. I sigh softly as he continues to look at me with uncertainty, and I turn back around and continue to walk my bike down the street.

"Fine! If you're sure." He decided as he jogged up to me, and I glance at him as he steps in time with me. "Wanna hit, the arcade or something?" 

I raise a brow at him, a small smirk creeping on my face. "Definitely, I'll kick your ass."

His brows shoot up before he grins, sticking his hand out. "You're on."

---

"Shit shit shit shit!" I aggravatedly growl as I try to maneuver the character on the screen, tapping the buttons rapidly. Eddie pushes his shoulder against mine, laughing as I try to push him back.

"FUCK!" I yell as I lose against him, him laughing loudly in victory.

"And that, my friend, is why you never challenge me." He grins as he then gives me a mock bow.

I raise my middle finger at him, narrowing my eyes at him. "Bite me, Munson. And you fucking cheat, I just know it."

He snorts and shakes his head. "The loser doth proclaims that I cheat, but when they win it's fair and square."

"That's because it is!" I argue before placing my hand next to the buttons. "I demand another round."

Eddie hesitates for a moment, looking at me before looking around the arcade. He stops and I look in the direction that he was, audibly gasping at the time on the clock.

"SHit!" I look down at my watch quickly, hoping that it had been wrong. "Fuck fuck, bitch tit! Oh shit, she might kill me." Then my eyes widen as I remember the boys. "SHit, they might be dead!"

He looks at me with wide worried eyes, and I smile thinly. "Sorry Eddie, but our rematch will have to wait. I need to get home before Mom realizes that I'm not home yet. Not to mention, I need to check on my brother-"

"Hey, it's cool. I'll walk you home-"

I shake my head quickly. "No, no. You don't have a bike, so if anything, I should walk you home."

He chuckled before nodding. " Alright. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

I smile and nod. "Yeah, tomorrow."

---

'His body was found, at the quarry.' Dustin's voice echoes through my head as I peddle down the street. The tears fell down my cheeks, and I hastily wiped them away with the back of my hand.

I couldn't believe it. No, I wouldn't believe it. Not Will. 

I turn down Mrs. Byer's driveway, seeing Hopper's car there with the lights still on. Phil and Calvin were standing next to their car, stepping away from it as they notice my approach.

"Hey YN, I don't think you should-"

"Fuck off Phil." I curse at him, slapping his hands away, sprinting into the house.

"Hey, you can't be here!" I hear him say as I slam the door open.

Mrs. Byers, Jonathan, and Hopper look at me as I step inside. Moving towards Hopper, I can feel my shoulders shaking as I inhale.

"Is it true?" I ask softly, my voice wavering. "Did- was he found? At the Quarry?"

Hopper frowns, turning towards me. "How do you know that Kid?"

"Tell me!" I yell, feeling the tears falling down faster than before. "Please."

Mrs. Byers pulls me into a hug, but I keep looking at Hopper. I can feel her shaking as she cries, and I feel overwhelmed. And I sob heavily as I see Hopper nod his head.

Will, was dead.

---

"Will is alive!" 

I stare blankly at the wall ahead of me, zoning out as Mike continues to babble on. My mind focused on the fact that Will wasn't dead. I rub my fingers into the sides of my head, trying to make the growing headache dissipate.

"You believe me, right Dare?"

I snap out of my thoughts as Mike spoke to me, Lucas and Dustin turning to me. I glance at them, before looking over at El who was fiddling with the supercomm. 

"Yeah, I do. But, we need to find out the truth." I said before standing up. "I'll try to see what I can find out, what are you planning on doing?"

Mike and Dusting look at Lucas before Mike says, "We'll sneak her into school. So we can use Mr. Clarke's Heathkit ham shack. It should be strong enough to be able to hear and talk to Will."

I raise my brow as I cross my arms. "And how exactly do you plan on sneaking her into school, when she looks like this. No offense El." She says nothing in reply but doesn't look offended though.

Mike frowns in thought before he looks up at me. "We can dress her up in Nancy's old stuff! That should work."

I huff before nodding my head. "I guess. I'll help you guys search for something. And then after that, I'll go around and see what I can find out. Barbra's also gone missing, so I need to see if I can find anything on that."

"Hold up, Barbra's gone?"

Rolling my eyes and flick the brim of Dustin's hat. "No, I said she's missing. There's a difference." I recross my arms before glancing down at Mike again. "Don't do anything stupid."

---

I rummage through the back of my closet, pulling the black box out from the back. I exhale heavily, remembering what Dad had said. 

'It's not a toy. It's something to be used carefully, in a dangerous situation. That's why I'm teaching you.' He had said.

I smile as I remember what Hopper had told me when I had told him of what Dad taught me. And how he had them hidden around.

'He was paranoid, and he shouldn't have taught you. But since you're not going to listen to me, I'll make sure you don't take your eyes out.' Hopper had muttered after I had told him that I would move the boxes around if he didn't teach me.

Huffing, I turn the lock and open the lid. 

---

"Hopper?" I call out as I step into the bar, it falling silent as the door shuts behind me.

I smile nervously, turning my head as I look over the inhabitants. When I don't see him, I turn to the bartender. "Have you seen Hopper?"

He looked me up and down before nodding his head. "He went out back with some guy."

I grin and nod my head. "Great, thanks!" 

"I wouldn't go if I were you-"

Shaking my head I walk out the door, yelling back. "Good thing you aren't me!"

Letting the door shut, I jog to the corner of the building before stopping as someone runs away. 

"Hey! Watch it, buddy!" I shout as he nearly runs into me. 

I sigh before turning the corner and smiling as I see Hopper walking into view.

"Hopper!" I grin, noticing that he wasn't wearing his sheriff outfit. "You finally washed your clothes! Good, you were beginning to stink."

He looks at me with a heavy frown. "Kid, what the hell are you doing here?"

I scratch the back of my neck as I press my lips into a thin line. "About that. Will isn't dead."

He narrows his eyes before shaking his head. "Kid-"

"No, listen Hopper!" He pauses as I take a step forward. "I can't exactly tell you how I know it. But I need you to trust me, he isn't dead. Hell, we can go to his body right now, and I bet you anything that it isn't real."

Hopper sighs heavily, "Kid, I'm not saying-"

"Hop, he isn't dead!" I yell, before backing down at his glare. "Hop, Barbs gone missing too. And something isn't right. And you know it."

He rubs his hand on his face, groaning in annoyance before looking up. "Fine. Fine, I'll go check myself. Not because you told me-" He turns to me with a glare as I grin and clap, "But because I already had my suspicions. And you are going home, now."

I scoff, nodding my head. "Sure Hop, I'll go home right after we go mutilate Will's fake body."

He shakes his head. "Don't say mutilate, I'm just double-checking. And no. You are going home right this instant!"

---

"So how are we doing this?" I ask as we park in front of the morgue.

Hopper shakes his head as he turns off the engine, giving me a look. "We aren't doing anything. You are staying here, and I am going in."

I hum in response, a small smile spreading across my face as I nod my head. "Sure sure."

He sends me a glare as he opens his door, stepping out and pointing his finger at me. "Stay here."

Nodding in agreement I lie, "Stay here."

He stares at me for a moment more before closing the door and walking into the building. I watch him as he disappeared into the building, pausing for another moment after. Then I pull my cap off, pulling my hairband off my wrist. Tilting my head back, I brush my fingers through my hair, pulling it into a ponytail. I grin widely as I open the door, stepping out and putting my hat back on, pulling my hair through the opening in the back. 

Tapping my back, feeling the gun press into my back, I adjust my jacket over it. Hoping that it was covered completely. Shutting the car door behind me, I glance at the front doors before walking towards the side of the building. I walk along the side of the building, trying to stay in the shadows of it. I kneel down as I walk up the corner stairs, peeking my head in the window. 

When I don't see anything, I push the door, softly cursing as it doesn't budge. Reaching into my pockets, I pull out my bobby pins and shove them into the lock. I close my eyes as I twist them, focusing on the clicking inside of the lock. I grin widely as it clicks open, and I carefully open the doors, making sure to pull out my pins.

I look through some of the windows, frowning as I try to think of what the room should look like. Then I hear someone getting punched, just around the corner. I tip toe to the corner and glance around it. 

I snicker as Hopper punches a guy, and knocked him out. 

"Nice punch Hop," I say, startling him as he turns to look at me.

"I thought we agreed that you'd stay in the car!" He hissed as I walk towards him, subtly kicking the unconscious guy in his knee.

Shaking my head I smile. "No, you agreed. I just repeated what you said."

I push past him, opening the door and pausing as I see Will's body laying on the table. Hopper places his hand on my shoulder, but I shake it off, walking towards the fake.

"I'm fine Hop. You got a knife?" I motion to the body before he gives me a look. I raise my hand my hands in surrender. "Fine, you can gut the body."

He sighs, rubbing his face before nodding his head. He pulls out his knife before he places he had on fake Will's chest. He frowns heavily and I glance down at the body.

"What? What's wrong?" I ask, and he shakes his head.

"It doesn't feel normal." He muttered before he stabbed the body with his knife. 

I flinch as he cuts into it, but I lean forward as the cut opened up more. He reaches into the cut, and I gasp as he pulls out stuffing.

"I fucking knew it."

He looked at me and slowly nodded his head. "You were right."

---

"Hop! I am not letting you do this alone!" I hiss as I punch his shoulder. 

"I'm not letting you come with me! It's too dangerous-"

"Oh shut up! If you don't let me come with you, you know I will just follow you anyways." He glares down at me, and I glare right back. "And that would be more dangerous for me and for you!"

He glares down at me, his eyes narrowed as he breathed in heavily. His head shook as he rolled his eyes and turned around. "Fine, do what you want."

I huff, following him as we approach the barbed wired fence.

"I have my gun, so I'll be fine. And I'll be quiet, I promise." I say as he cuts the fence, him pausing to look at me. 

"You follow my every direction. Got it?" 

I nod my head rapidly, and he sighs before he pulls the fence apart. He steps through it, before lifting it up for me to follow him. I lean down, stepping in behind him. He nods his head at me before he heads towards the front door. I glance around, noticing the cameras pointed at us and around us. I reach into my pocket, and pull out my inhaler, using it for a brief moment.

Hopper glances back at me, and I nod my head. "I'm fine, just a little nervous."

Hopper sighs, turning back around and stepping next to the building. I lean my back against the building next to him, waiting as two people in white coats walk out. Hopper grabs the door before it closes, motioning for me to follow. I slip in behind him, glancing at the door as it shuts behind us. 

"You said you brought your gun?" He whispers, and I nod my head. 

"Yeah, thought I might need it," I mutter as I glance down the hall we passed.

He glances at me and sighs. "You might, but just stay behind me."

I nod my head again. "You got it, Hop."

---

Hopper presses the large elevator button rapidly, I lean against the wall, waiting for the doors to close. My chest tightens as I notice two lights turning the corner, and two men start rushing toward us.

"Wait! Stop!" They yell just before the doors close.

I close my eyes, leaning my head back as I pull my inhaler out of my pocket. Hopper looks over at me but says nothing. I inhale slowly, coughing as we go down. He pats my shoulder and I shake my head. 

"I'm fine." 

He scoffs, looking at the elevator door as it comes to a stop. "I didn't say anything."

I use my inhaler again, the doors opening, and I feel something strange. The air felt different. Hopper sends me a glance, and I return it, noticing the strange particles floating in the air.

"Keep that out, you don't know what this stuff is." He murmurs as he walks out ahead of me.

I nod my head, inhaling in my inhaler again as I follow him. I lift my flashlight, glancing around as the air shifts. Colder than before, the particles of dust move around us.

"What the hell do you think happened here?" I mutter, looking at a window that had a large crack in it.

Hopper looks down another hall, shaking his head, glancing back at me. "I'm not sure. I don't even know what these guys do here."

I snort, coughing lightly as a spot of dust flys into my nose. Just as I put my inhaler in my pocket, I sneeze twice, before rubbing my nose with my jacket sleeve. 

"Gazuntite." Hopper chuckles, before turning into a different room.

"Thanks." I turn into the room before freezing at what was on the wall.

"What the hell is that," I ask as Hopper walks towards it.

He shakes his head, sticking his hand out. "No clue."

I frown as I hear a strange sound from behind me, and I turn around before feeling someone cover my mouth. My eyes widen and I try to scream, but then a needle is shoved into my neck. Numbness spreads from my arms to my fingers, my eyes slipping closed as I hear Hopper yell at them to let me go.

And I slowly slip unconscious.

---

I sit up gasping for air, glancing around the room, feeling my neck where I had been stabbed with the needle. I exhale shakily, realizing that I was in my room at home. Frowning deeply, I look down at myself, realizing that I was in my pj's.

"Someone changed me," I whisper, feeling grossed out.

I look at my nightstand, noticing that my inhaler wasn't there. I think back to where I had put it before remembering it was in my jacket. The jacket that was on the back of my chair. I swing my legs over my bed, pushing the covers off of me. I reach towards it, hesitantly digging into the pocket and gasping when it wasn't to be found.

"And they took my fucking inhaler," I mutter.

"Dare-Bear! You need to start getting ready! The funeral is in an hour!" I hear Mom yell.

I glance at the door, before looking towards my closet. The black dress that has been hung up since yesterday. I sigh softly, grabbing the top drawer and pulling it open, reaching for my spare inhaler. I freeze as I realize that there was another one next to it. The one from last night.

"YN!"

"Yeah!" I yell back, staring at the inhaler. "Yeah, I'm getting ready." 

---

I felt uncomfortable as the funeral started. The fake body is lowered into the ground in the casket. 

Someone nudges my arm, and I flinch, stepping back before noticing that it was Nancy. She frowned at me, worry on her face. I sigh and shake my head.

"Where were you? I was trying to call you all night." She whispers to me, glancing at her mom before looking back at me.

I look at her, sighing as I turn to the casket again. "I'll explain later. Did-"

I pause as Mrs. Wheeler glares at me. Nodding in understanding, I wait until she looked away from me, before leaning towards Nancy.

"Did something happen? Anything on Barb?" I whisper in her ear.

She slowly nods her head, looking at me again. "Something happened. I'll fill you in later."

We fall silent, paying attention to the funeral that was going on around us. I barely heard anything as I kept thinking back to what had happened the night before. The strange glowing thing on the wall, or maybe it was in the wall.

"Are you alright?" She asks me, and I glance at her. 

Slowly I shake my head, bringing out my spare inhaler. I breathe in and look at the casket before shaking my head again. The preacher continued talking, and the occasional sniffing from a few crying people filled the air. The breeze shifted, a shiver crawling up my spine as the cold seeped through my jacket.

"I don't think I am Nance. I'm not at all." I whisper softly, looking at her for a moment.

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