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episode two: trick or treat, freak
 âWhy do you only ever care about me when Iâm some kicked fucking puppy?â Steveâs words are vicious, and you flinch at his tone. âYou know thatâs not true,â âItâs not?â He scoffs at you. âThen explain what happened this summer.â âIâŚâ You canât. Steve sees your reluctance to say anything and lets out a harsh laugh. âYeah, whatever. Some real fucking friend you were.â
Summary: you and nancy have a bonding session in the library (kinda hot tbh), billy gives jonathan and steve a common cause to unite on: Protect Y/N, you're a chauffeur to a very sad steve harrington, and dustin uses will's trauma to his advantage.
Rating: general, slight cursing
Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, slight sexual harassment (billy corners reader and is gross), cursing, alcohol
Words: 7.9k
Before you swing in: hello ! new chapter, we've arrived at halloween !! i finally get to have a fun authors note comment: i crashed my car lol. i'm fine tho and i hope yall enjoy and like what ive done and changed a bit with this episode. i had fun coming up with costume ideas for the reader, i think the character fits her well :) and before i go: i start school next week, so updates will def be coming a bit slower after this. anyways, happy reading !
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The Henderson house is pure chaos morning of Halloween.Â
Dustin is running around the house, screaming about how his costume has to be absolutely perfect and that if you donât hurry up with the jack-o-lantern pancakes then heâs going to just leave without eating breakfast. Meanwhile your mother is running after him, straightening his suit and tidying his hair.Â
âThe pancakes are almost done, my god.â You flip the last pancake, but in your rush the jack-o-lanternâs smile turns into more of a grimace, but hey, food is food. You quickly set Dustinâs plate down on the table and practically shove him into the seat.Â
âEat.â
âBut my proton blasterââ
âIs on the steps, Iâll grab it. Eat, I want pictures with you.â You kiss the top of your brotherâs head and then run over to grab his costumeâs prop.Â
âIâm thirteen now, I donât need my sister doting on meââ Dustin complains, but then his eyes land on the mini Reeseâs Pieces youâve decorated his pancakes with and quickly changes his tone. âOh! Candies! Yummy!â
You laugh at him and bring his backpack over. The Ghostbusters matching costume idea that boys have planned for today makes you want to just sweep them all into your arms and kiss their tiny little faces. They may be getting older with crushes and angsty feelings, but theyâre still the same nerdy little boys you met when you were twelve.Â
Dustin wolfs down his pancakes and your mom prepares her camera. You woke up earlier than usual this morning specifically so that you could make Dustinâs annual Halloween pancakes and then take pictures of him with his costume on. As soon as heâs done eating, you and your mom whisk him towards the fireplace for pictures.Â
âOh, I want to see those pearls!â Your mother squeals as she takes a million pictures of Dustin. When he smiles, she loses her mind. âYeah! Lovely, I love it!â
Youâre just as ecstatic as your mom. âWho you gonna call Dustin?â
âGhostbusters!â He sings along, holding up his proton blaster with an even wider smile on his face.Â
Itâs a happy morning.Â
Dustin puts on a show as he poses for your mom, and you even join in for some. Sure, you arenât in costume, but who knows how many more mornings like these you have left? Dustin is getting older, all the boys are, so you plan on cherishing these mornings for as long as possible.Â
You and Dustin are giggling as you now stand back to back, him holding his blaster and you holding up finger guns, and your mom is taking multiple final pictures when Jonathan arrives. He knocks on the door before letting himself in. When he sees you and Dustin posing, he starts loudly belting the Ghostbusters song.Â
âGod, bee. At least let my coffee kick in before you subject me to your horrible singing.â You playfully groan, grabbing your own backpack and pancakes to eat on the road.Â
Jonathan ignores your teasing and ruffles Dustinâs hair. âNice costume, bud.â
Dustin, seemingly still holding a grudge against the guy after your conversation from last night, slaps his hand away and glares at him. âDonât mess up the hair.â
Your brother proceeds to stare Jonathan down, gives him an âIâm watching youâ gesture, and then walks out the front door without any further words. You, Jonathan, and your mom all stand in the living room in varying states of emotions. Youâre trying not to laugh at your brotherâs antics, your mom is happily looking at the photos she took, and Jonathan is standing there in complete confusion.Â
âWhat was that about?â He asks you, slightly hurt by Dustinâs rebuff.Â
âShhh,â you hand him a plate of pancakes and then walk towards the front door. âLetâs get to school, bee.â
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At school, the mullet guy from yesterday finds you at your locker as soon as Jonathan has walked away. The two of you had been running behind schedule, so youâd told Jonathan to head to first period so at least heâd be on time while you tried to find your history textbook.Â
As youâre digging through your locker, the mullet guy stalks up behind you.Â
âI never got your name,â he says with a breathy voice, standing way too close behind you.Â
You straighten your back, but donât turn around. You know that if you do, the guy will only get a kick out of having your face close to his. âYou never asked.â
âSo thereâs some sass to you underneath all that sweetness.â His breath hits the back of your neck and you shiver, but in a way that makes you feel dirty and unclean.Â
âWhat do you want?â You ask the guy, your fingers wrapping around the textbook that youâve finally found. If needed, youâre sure itâll make a handy weapon. Itâs only you and the guy in the hallway. Everyone else has holed up in class and youâre now regretting sending Jonathan away. You feel trapped, vulnerable, and you hate it.Â
Mullet man chuckles deeply, his voice reverberating against your back. âNothing yet. Just thought Iâd introduce myself to such a pretty face.âÂ
You donât say anything, your fingers only tighten around your textbook. If he gets any closer, youâll swing.Â
Though you canât see him, you can feel his eyes flicker to your textbook and he lets out another cruel laugh. âLoosen up, sweetheart, I wonât hurt ya.â You donât move, and he seems to get another kick out of this. âMy name is Billy. Remember that for me, alright?â
Finally Billy steps away from you and you slowly release all the tension thatâs built up within you. You still donât turn around, he hasnât left yet, but your hands are shaking a bit and you feel unsteady.Â
âWould you do me a favor, Billy?â Your voice is steady, thereâs no trace of the fear within you.
âIâm listening,â Billy is practically purring and you want to gag at how much his cockiness oozes around you.Â
You turn, now finally facing him, and slam your textbook against Billyâs chest. âLearn some fucking personal space.âÂ
Billyâs only reaction is a smile, which only makes you more uncomfortable, but you refuse to show him this. Instead, you square your shoulders and walk towards your first class. Youâve dealt with assholes in the past; youâve known Steve Harrington since you were twelve. But Billy is different.Â
Youâre not sure if you want to find out just how different he is from Steve.Â
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Another small highlight of your school year so far has been your study sessions in the library with Nancy resuming. The two of you had drifted apart this summer, you just rarely ever saw the girl in between your hectic work schedule and her dates with Steve, but from the first day of junior sheâs helped you with your math equations and youâve helped her with her english essays.Â
Itâs a good trade off and youâve enjoyed spending time with the girl. Unlike last year, Jonathan doesnât join anymore. He canât be too close with her now that sheâs back with Steve. So, itâs just you and her for an hour every day during study hall. Itâs nice, if youâre being honest.
Today though thereâs something off with Nancy.Â
Sheâs been tapping her pencil on the table for the last few minutes. Right before you can politely ask her to stop, the tip of the pencil snaps in half. She sighs. âShit,âÂ
âThereâs a sharpener over by the window,â you point towards the general direction. âSharpen your pencil before these equations officially end my life.â
Nancy laughs, excusing herself and walks over to the sharpener.Â
You focus back on your homework, the equations swimming around in your brain. Itâs not that youâre necessarily bad at math, but youâre no whiz at it either. You get lost in the practice problems, erasing and re-erasing frequently, and you donât realize just how long Nancy has been gone until she returns. She sits down, and youâre about to make a horrible joke about how stupid it is to find x, when you notice how shaken Nancy looks.Â
âWoah, hey.â You set your pencil down and turn your attention to Nancy. âAre you okay? You look upset.âÂ
Nancy looks towards one of the libraryâs private study rooms and you see Steveâs retreating figure. You gather that somethingâs happened between them, but it confuses you because theyâve been nothing but lovey dovey ever since they got back together. What could possibly cause strife between them?Â
âCâmon, you can talk to me. Iâm known for my fantastic advice.â You probe again, and this time Nancy lets out a soft chuckle.Â
âItâs⌠complicated.âÂ
âTake all the time you need. Iâve been stuck on question five for like, twenty minutes now. Any distractions are welcomed.âÂ
Now Nancy lets out a genuine laugh and you find yourself laughing as well. The storminess behind her eyes from earlier has lessened, she looks more relaxed now. Once sheâs done laughing, she takes a deep breath and starts from the beginning. âSteve and I have been having dinner with Barbâs parents.â
When Barbâs name leaves Nancyâs lips, you feel your stomach twist with guilt. Had you known this would be about Barb, you wouldnât have pestered Nancy so much into speaking. You know how much she misses her best friend still, no one blames her.Â
âWell that sounds nice,â you try to comfort. âIâm sure they appreciate your company.â
Nancy bites her lip and looks away from you. âThey wouldnât if they knew Steve and I killed Barb.â
Shock washes over you. âCan I ask for some context?â
âSteve and I⌠When I forced Barb to come to his stupid party with me, weâwe left her alone that night. By the poolâŚâ Nancyâs voice cracks, and you grab her hand to encourage her to keep going. âWe went upstairs to have sex, and Barbâshe didnât want me to leave her alone but IâI did andââ
You remember the photos Jonathan took last year, specifically the one where Barb had been sitting all by herself along the poolâs edge. Behind her had been a shadowy figure, a monster you soon would learn was from an alternate dimension with an intent to kill.Â
âYou think Barb died because you left her alone to go have sex with Steve.â You finish for Nancy, her tears rendering her unable to say more.Â
She nods, looking away again as more tears stream down her face. You feel horrible for her, knowing first hand just how cruelly guilt can eat away at someone. Jonathan doesnât know this, but you still think youâre the reason Will disappeared last year. You were the one who left him alone that night. If you had been there, if you had dropped him off at the Byersâ doorstep, youâre sure that he wouldâve never ended up facing the horrors that he did.Â
As for Nancy, you understand everything sheâs feeling and more. It isnât fair how one simple choice, one moment of selfishness, can lead to such tragedy and pain.Â
Cautiously, you ask Nancy a question. âDoes Steve know about the guilt you feel?âÂ
âHe knows, but he doesnât understand.â Nancyâs voice laces with grief and bitterness. âHe found me by the pencil sharpener. There was this girl, she looked so much like Barb and I just⌠I zoned out. I was stuck there, thinking about her, when he found me.âÂ
âDid he notice you were upset?â
âOf course he noticed. Heâs Steve, I could shed a single tear and heâd be all over me like Iâm some baby.â Nancy scoffs, which makes you frown. Youâre not sure whatâs so wrong with that, having someone so attuned to your emotions because they love you that deeply.Â
You push aside your thoughts, however. âWhat happened, then?â
âWe went into a study room and I snapped.â Nancyâs close to tears again. âI just⌠I want to tell Barbâs parents what really happened. Theyâre selling their house, Y/N. Theyâre selling their own home to afford this private detective who promised them heâd find out what happened to her. Whatâwhat kind of person would I be if I let my best friendâs parents go bankrupt for being worried about their only child?â
âNancyâŚâ
âAnd Steve, he just⌠He told me it was a bad idea, thatâthat our families could get hurt and all that bullshit, but what am I supposed to do? Iâm trying to figure something out, to fix this, and Steve just wants to go to some stupid party and pretend everything is okay?â Nancy is almost shouting now, and you nervously look around to make sure you're not disturbing anyone. Itâs still a library, after all.
Nancy takes a few seconds to collect herself, to steady her breathing and control her anger. You let her take all the time she needs, and when she seems calm enough, you speak. âI understand where youâre coming from and why youâre upset. What happened to Barb is despicable, but⌠Well, I also agree with Steve.âÂ
âY/Nââ
âNo, okay. Listen for a second,â you pause, trying to figure out exactly how to say what youâre thinking. âI think Steve means well, he doesnât have a malicious bone in that silly body. The Halloween party can be a good thing for you if you let it, a way to destress. You have to move on, you have to allow yourself to move on.â
Nancy tries to argue some more but you continue. âI understand your guilt better than anyone else, I was the one who lost Will that night. But we all signed those contracts, Nancy. If we told anyone what really happened to Barb⌠It wouldnât be fair to everyone who gets hurt, all our family members, because we broke a legal oath. You understand that, right?â
âI understand, but itâs not fucking fair.â Nancyâs eyes have a determination in them that startles you. Youâve always known that she was fierce, but seeing the edge in her eyes almost scares you. Sheâs angry, more than youâve ever seen her before.Â
You sigh. âI know, I wish I could do more, butâŚâ
Nancy nods, understanding that thereâs not much else you guys can do. You hate to let her down like this, you know she needs to hear something else, to feel supported, but you donât know what else to tell her.Â
Steveâs right in his own way, and so is Nancy.Â
âCan you at least come to the party tonight?â Nancy softly pleads. âItâs just, Iâll feel more comfortable with you there, like Iâm less crazy⌠I mean, that is if you even want to come andââ
âOf course Iâll come, Nance.â You donât even hesitate to promise her this, nor do you realize that youâve just called her âNanceâ. It slipped from your tongue naturally, as if solidifying your friendship with the girl. You hate parties and loud crowds, but if Nancy needs you there by her side, to hold her hand and remind her of how brave she is, then youâll happily do so.Â
Nancy sinks into her seat, relieved. âThank you, I owe you one.â
âIâll hold you to that, you know.â
Nancy throws a piece of paper at you and you dodge it, throwing your pencil at her in retaliation. The two of you break out into a fit of giggles until the librarian eventually snaps at you guys and reminds you to be quiet.Â
You reluctantly get back to work, and as youâre writing down more complex equations, you notice that thereâs still a far off look in Nancyâs eyes. You know that sheâs still thinking about Barb, the guilt eating away at her, and you know that the topic is far from settled.
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Halloween is in full swing the second Jonathan drops you off at home from school. Thereâs already kids milling around up and down your block in an assortment of costumes, all squealing with joy as they collect their candy.Â
âMeet you in two hours?â You ask Jonathan as you unbuckle your seatbelt.Â
âYeah, but remember that Iâm not wearing a costume.â
âCâmon, bee! Itâs Halloween, whereâs your holiday spirit?â
Jonathan groans. âNag at me all you want, Iâm not dressing up. I will, however, offer to be your arm candy.âÂ
âThatâs the spirit!â You kiss Jonathanâs cheek and run out of the car and straight into your house. You have two hours to wrap up goodie bags for the neighborhood kids and then get dressed in your costume. Itâll be a tight schedule, but luckily youâre off of work tonight.Â
It takes you about an hour to assort all your gift bags, separating the boysâ bags from the local kidsâ bags, and before you know it youâve successfully hand packaged goodie bags for an entire army. Once youâre done, you run to your room and throw on your costume. The dress slips over your head and settles gently over you.
You stand in front of your mirror and smile.Â
Itâs perfect.Â
Youâre going as Princess Buttercup tonight for Halloween. You read the Princess Bride around the end of summer and quickly fell in love with Buttercup. Youâre not sure if you fell in love with the character because you read the book right after pushing Steve away, or because you saw yourself in Buttercup, but you came to adore her.Â
Buttercup may have been a bit ditzy, but she loved with everything within her, and with such a passion, that you couldnât help but admire her. It was her love for others that ultimately drove the story further, and you think thereâs something beautiful about that.Â
The red dress fits perfectly around you and you grab the gold chain that will serve as your belt. Once youâve secured it around yourself, you place Buttercupâs golden circlet around your head. The costume had been pricier than you wouldâve preferred, but as you stand in front of the mirror, you truly do feel like a princess.Â
Your bee necklace, a wonderful gift from Jonathan, catches light from your window and you smile, bringing your fingers up to the pendant. Itâs the only jewelry you need.
âY/N! Are you almost done? Will radioed that theyâd be here soon.â Dustin pounds on your door.Â
You fling the door open. âIâm done, I just need to put on some makeup.â
Your brother makes a face as he walks into your room and plops himself down onto the beanbag. âYou own makeup?â
âYes, dear brother. Iâd wear it more often if I had the time, but between herding you around and my school assignments, I canât.â You dig through your makeup bag, opting for just mascara and a shimmery pearl eyeshadow. Youâll put on your lipstick in the car to save some time.Â
âThis doesnât have anything to do with Jonathan, does it?â
You roll your eyes at Dustin. âNo, believe it or not I can choose to do things without the influence of others.â
âHmm, alright. Hurry up though, Mike had this awesome plan to hit up every house with the big candy bars andââ
âDustin!â You throw a pillow at the boy, shutting him up. âShush so I can focus.â
He grumbles but remains silent, now watching as you put your makeup on. Itâs been a while since youâve last worn any, so youâre slower than usual. Just as youâre finishing up your mascara, a car honks outside.Â
Dustin runs out the room and you quickly grab your lipstick and follow after him. Youâre wearing your motherâs mary janes again and they pinch your feet as you run, but whatever. You feel pretty tonight, youâre somebody else for now, a princess free from any burdens and stress.Â
Jonathan is standing outside his car, waiting for you, and when you see him you practically fling yourself in his arms. âYou dressed as Westley!â
He spins you around a bit, his plastic sword hitting against his leg. âYou wanted me to wear a costume, right?â
You nod, inspecting his costume with glee. He looks amazing, dressed in Westleyâs iconic all black attire, his sword by his side, and a mask tied loosely around his neck. To anyone else, Jonathan would look like a regular guy with an affinity for black, but to you, he was dressed as your knight in shining armor.Â
Heâs the Westley to your Princess Buttercup.Â
Jonathan kisses your knuckles. âWell then, as you wish.â
His words are smooth velvet against your skin, they warm you as the late October air encases you. As you wish, words that became their own I love you within the book. A promise, similar to the one Jonathan made you last year in the passenger seat of his car, pinkies intertwined.Â
Something stirs within you, seeing Jonathanâs proud smirk on his face because heâs once again managed to surprise you, and the feeling is sickly sweet like syrup. It runs through you slowly, covering every inch of you, and you bask in it.
For now, heâs still yours.Â
âCan we go now? You guys are gross.â Dustin calls from the car, annoyed.Â
You and Jonathan spring apart in embarrassment. He laughs, rubs the back of his neck, and tells you, âYou look beautiful, Y/N.â
âWhy thank you,â you curtsy. âYou look rather dashing yourself, good sir.â
âI wasnât kidding. You look⌠youâre beautiful.â The sincerity in Jonathanâs voice cuts through you, it cuts through everything between you, and you can only smile.Â
âThanks, bee.â You try to keep your voice playful, light and airy as always. âNow, open my door like the brave hero youâre dressed as.âÂ
Jonathan opens your door with a bow, causing you to laugh. Youâre sitting in the backseat with Dustin, Will is in the passenger seat, and once youâve buckled up, Will spins around in his seat to talk to you as Jonathan starts the car.
âDo you think itâs lame that you and Jonathan trick-or-treat with us?
You blink. âWhat did I miss?â
âI think itâs kinda lame,â Dustin voices next to you, but he lets out a pained squeak after youâve elbowed his ribs.Â
Jonathan turns onto the main road and scoffs at the boys. âYou think weâre lame?â
âNo, butâŚâ Will sinks into his seat, and you watch as he begins to fiddle with the strap of his bag. Heâs nervous. âItâs not like Nancyâs coming to watch over Mike, you know?â
Jonathanâs silent, and you catch his eye in the rear view mirror. You know what heâs thinking: Will has been having even more problems in school, heâs sick of being babied, and yet here you guys are, babying him.Â
You sigh. âLook, Will. We like trick-or-treating with you guys, we donât go are your babysitters. We go because itâs fun and I get to enjoy free candy as a sixteen year old.âÂ
Will looks out the window and doesnât acknowledge what youâve said. You sigh again, knowing that nothing will appease him. Heâs only allowed you to see a small portion of how much heâs struggled this year, but you can see his foundations crumbling.Â
How is he expected to adapt if you and everyone around him refuse to let him do so?
You catch Jonathanâs eye again in the rear view mirror and he seems to be thinking the same thing.Â
Mike and Lucas run out the Wheelerâs house as soon as you guys park in the driveway. Dustin immediately bolts out the door to greet them, obviously uncomfortable with all the tension, leaving you and Jonathan with Will.
Jonathan looks at you one last time and you nod your head in encouragement. He has to do this, he has to let Will grow on his own.Â
âHey, listen.â Jonathan says, stopping Will from leaving. âIf I let you go on your own, you promise to stay in the neighborhood?â
Willâs face lights up. âYeah! Yeah, totally.â
âAnd be back at Mikeâs by 9:00.â
â9:30?â
You reach over and pat Willâs back. âNow youâre pushinâ it, buddy.â
âWhat Y/N said. Be back by 9:00.â Jonathan instructs, but thereâs a fond smile on his face. âDeal?â
âDeal!â
The brothers shake on it and you watch them with a smile. Jonathan hands Will one of Bobâs cameras and makes a poor Dracula joke and you love these boys so much. You wave goodbye to Will as he quickly gets out of the car and runs over to his friends. Thereâs a new skip in his step, heâs happier than youâve seen him in a while.
âAlright,â you crawl over the passenger seat and plop yourself in rather ungracefully. âIâd say that went well.â
âWe made the right choice, right?â
âI hope so.â
Jonathan sighs and watches the kids, who have now started hitting each other with their candy bags. You flip down the windscreen and use the small mirror in it to apply your lipstick. When Jonathan sees what youâre doing, he does a double take.
âWait, are you putting on lipstick?â
âMhm,â you knit your brows together, focused. âWeâre going to a party.â
âWe are?â
âNancy begged me to come, and we just left the boys to go trick-or-treating on their own, so what else are we supposed to do tonight?â
âNancy begged you to comeââ
You finish your lipstick and flick Jonathanâs nose to shut him up. âStop asking so many questions and just start the car, doofus.â
âÂ
The Halloween party is in full swing by the time you and Jonathan arrive. Thereâs a bunch of drunk teens in an array of costumes, ranging from classic heroes to dumb movie references, and the music is so loud you could hear it while you were still five blocks away.Â
Jonathan parks the car and looks around wearily. âAre we really doing this?â
âUnfortunately I hate disappointing people, so yeah. We are.â
âOne day your people pleasing needs will get you in trouble.â
âI will stab you with your plastic sword.â
âSo sweet to me,â Jonathan quips, which you roll your eyes at.Â
As youâre walking to the front door, you hear a crowd chanting Billyâs name. You freeze, knowing it could only be that awful mullet guy from earlier, and quickly shove Jonathan inside the house.Â
âWhoâs Billy?â He asks, confused.
You shake your head. âDonât worry about it, letâs try to find Nancyââ
âNice costume.â A girl dressed in goth attire interrupts you, her eyes only on Jonathan.Â
Oh great. Another girl interested in Jonathan.Â
Jonathan looks between you and the girl. âHuh?âÂ
âNice costume. Going as a goth with a sword?â
âActually,â you step in front of Jonathan now, forcing the girl to acknowledge your presence. âWeâre matching. Heâs Westley, Iâm Princess Buttercup. Do you like it?â
The goth girl rolls her eyes. âYeah, totally.â She steps past you and faces Jonathan again. âIâm Samantha.â
Jonathan is again looking between you and the girl, this time with even more fear and confusion on his face, and you almost want to laugh at him in pity. Heâs never had a girl so blatantly hit on him, itâs almost hilarious if you ignore the fact that youâre in love with him.Â
You leave Jonathan to handle the situation himself, scanning the room for Nancy. When you finally spot her, your heart sinks. Sheâs dancing with Steve, who looks fucking criminally good in his costume. Youâre not sure who heâs dressed as, but he puts his Raybans in his mouth and smirks at Nancy and suddenly you understand why so many girls whisper in the halls about his lips.Â
Nancy looks even better, her white blouse accentuating her beauty even more. Sheâs dancing with her arms around Steve and now you suddenly really want a drink. Seems like theyâve made up, then.Â
Right as youâre about to pull Jonathan away from that Samantha girl and call it quits for the night, defeated and pride wounded, you see Steve and Nancy begin to argue over by the punchbowl.
Shit.Â
You head towards them, shoving past hoards of people who seem to refuse to move. Nancy sees you approaching and only seems to become more upset. Her movement is unsteady, her eyes droopy and glossed over, and even before you walk up to her you know sheâs heavily drunk. Sheâs in a tug of war with Steve and a cup. Itâs clear heâs trying to cut off her alcohol intake.
âHey, Nancy is everything okayââ Your words are cut off as punch splashes all over her white blouse.
Everyone around the couple gasps, and you wince at all the attention. Everyone stares between you, Steve, and Nancy. You quickly find some napkins and begin blotting at her blouse, trying to get as much of the punch out of it, but she drunkenly bats you away.Â
âDonât need help,â she slurs, but you shush her.Â
âI got it, why donât we go get some water?â
Steve steps in front of you now, aware of the fact that everyone is still staring, and says his first words to you in months. âSheâs my girlfriend, Iâll take care of her. Just⌠just go, Y/N.âÂ
He dismisses you with a wave and you feel hurt wash over you. He hadnât even spared you a single glance, he just treated you like some annoying fly in his way. You watch, defeated, as Steve guides Nancy to a room and youâre left alone at a party you hadnât even wanted to go to in the first place.Â
How fun.Â
You crumble up one of the napkins in your hand and will away your anger. You donât deserve to feel angry at Steveâs actions, youâre the one who was so dismissive of him in the first place. Heâs just following along, doing what youâve forced him to do.Â
As youâre lost in thought, Billy corners you in the kitchen.
âWe meet again, sweetheart.â His breath reeks of alcohol and you cringe, the smell burning your nose.Â
âDidnât I tell you to learn some goddamn personal space?âÂ
Billy laughs dryly, stepping forward every time you take a step back. Too late, you realize what heâs doing. Before you can stop it, he has your back pressed against a nearby wall. âNow whereâs the fun in that?â
You look around, but everyone who had been in the kitchen earlier seems to have left or are far too drunk to realize whatâs happening. Billy is peering over you and every part of you wants to run away, to cower. Youâve never been able to handle aggressive men well, no matter how much of a front you put on around Lonnie, you always trembled when he was near.Â
Billy is no different, and he sees your unease. âAw, is the princess nervous?â
âIâm surprised Max taught you what a princess looks like.â
At the mention of Maxâs name, Billyâs cocky grin slips. Confusion masks his face now, making him appear more human than obnoxiously handsome. âSo you know my little sister?â
You try to shove past him, but Billy plants his feet down and places both arms against the wall, trapping you. Heâs surrounded you, he wants a reaction out of you. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to steady your heartbeat and appear indifferent.Â
âI have my ways,â you shrug, but your heartbeat still pounds rapidly.Â
Billy raises an eyebrow. âPretty and intelligent. Why, look at you. Iâm impressed, and yet I still donât know your name.â
You try again to move, but Billy leans his head down and brings his lips to your ear to whisper, âIâll beg for it, if you want me to.â
âGet offââ Heâs too close. Heâs too fucking close and his lips against your ear makes you want to throw up, you donât like this and you feel so fucking pathetic being cornered by such an egotistical asshole.Â
âTell me your name, and Iâll go.â Thereâs a smile in Billyâs voice, you can hear it without even having to look, and it enrages you. You fucking hate men like him.Â
âJust get the fuck off of meââ Youâve closed your eyes now as you shove harshly against his chest.
Suddenly thereâs a thud, a loud âoomphâ, and a collective gasp from onlookers at the party. Your hands meet the air, thereâs now no one there to push against. Slowly, open your eyes. There, standing in front of you, is Steve holding a very angry Jonathan back while Billy is on the ground.
Jonathan yanks his arm free from Steve and stands over Billy, who is laying on the ground with yet another unnerving smile on his face. Your friend shakes his fist out, which you now see is red, Billyâs face showcases a matching mark. âShe told you to get off of her.âÂ
A silence falls over the crowd.
Billy slowly stands up, wipes himself off, and then takes a bow. âNot bad, loner boy.â
Jonathan tries to step closer to him, but Steve grabs his shirt and shakes his head. âHeâs not worth it, man.âÂ
âAnd what do you know about worth, Harrington?â Billy chuckles, now practically in Steveâs face. âWhereâs that little girlfriend of yours? You should go ask her what she thinks youâre worth.âÂ
Steveâs face hardens, but you can see dried tears in his eyes. Seeing him about to crumble, you step between the boys. âEnough.â
They look at you, but you ignore them and then wave to the crowd of people still watching. âShowâs over! Go back to drinking away your sorry fucking lives.â
Jonathan pulls you close to him. âBug, are you okay? Did he hurt you? We need to go home, Iâll bake you brownies and we can justââ
Jonathanâs concerned rambling is enough to make you smile, albeit faintly. âIâm fine, bee.â
Billy observes the interaction, he notices how Steveâs eyes flicker between your interlocked hands with Jonathan and the way your hair frames your pretty face. He sees it all, and he understands exactly whatâs happening here.Â
âOh, Harrington.â Billy canât wait to see what happens next. âYouâre fucked.â
Steve watches as Billy leaves, confused by his words but too tired to think much of them. Heâs had the worst fucking night of his life. His girlfriend just told him she doesnât love him, then he came outside to see Billy pressing himself against you like some fucking creep. He hadnât even gotten to help you, Jonathan had beaten him to it. All Steve could do was hold the guy back afterwards.Â
Now Jonathan is holding your hands and whispering comforting words to you and youâre dressed in Steveâs favorite color, your lips an even prettier red, youâre wearing a goddamn tiara on your head like the princess you truly are, and Steveâs had just about enough of tonight.Â
âIâm glad youâre okay, Y/N.â Steve tells you tiredly. He then turns to Jonathan. âUh, Nance and I sorta⌠Can you just, give her a ride home? She doesnâtâŚâ
Steveâs words catch in his throat and you grab his hand before you can stop yourself. âHeâll take her, wonât you, Jonathan?â
Jonathan stumbles over his words. âSure, uh. Yeah, I can do that⌠What about you, though?â
You think about your conversation with Nancy earlier, how she seemed so upset with Steve, and how not even ten minutes ago theyâd been fighting over by the punchbowl. Thereâs a hurt between them, one you think may be too big to patch up with just one conversation, but Jonathan doesnât know all of this.Â
âIâll drive Steve home.â
Both boys stare at you like youâre insane, and honestly? You canât blame them.Â
You havenât spoken to Steve in months, and Jonathan knows this better than anyone.Â
âY/N,â Steve lowers his voice. âI havenât had anything to drink, thereâs no needââ
âToo bad. Iâm taking you home. Jonathan, go find Nancy and make sure she gets back okay.â
Jonathan and Steve try to argue, but you yank Steveâs hand and make him come with you. Itâs long past time the two of you had a talk, anyways.
âÂ
When you exit the house, the weight of everything thatâs just happened catches up to you. Your skin still feels raw, Billyâs presence lingering on you. Steveâs hand is warm in yours, but he isnât holding on the way you secretly hoped he would. Jonathanâs confused and concerned eyes remain in the back of your mind, the image of him standing alone in the party makes you feel guilty.Â
But you have to do this. Youâre tired of being a coward.
Steve is silent as he guides you to his car. Heâs parked pretty far, which you hadnât been expecting. âWhat, do you not get a special parking spot as King Steve?â
He ignores your attempt at a joke and instead drops your hand.Â
Okay. You deserved that.Â
When you get to his car, Steve throws you the keys and silently gets into the passenger seat. You inhale, willing this to end well, and get in the driverâs seat. You start the car and the engine warms your fingertips.Â
You start to drive.Â
Steve is looking out the window, and youâve never seen him appear so small. Heâs closed into himself, his shoulders are hunched and his carefree smile from earlier is gone.Â
âNot to make this awkward, but I kinda donât know where you live.â You break the silence.
âMake a left up here.â
âDo you want to talk about what happened tonightââ
âWhy do you only ever care about me when Iâm some kicked fucking puppy?â
Steveâs words are vicious, and you flinch at his tone. âYou know thatâs not true,â
âItâs not?â He scoffs at you. âThen explain what happened this summer.â
âIâŚâ You canât.Â
Steve sees your reluctance to say anything and lets out a harsh laugh. âYeah, whatever. Some real fucking friend you were.â
You take a shaky breath. You knew this would be hard, but it still hurts more than you thought it wouldâve. While you canât tell Steve everything, you can offer him a half truth. Itâs all you can afford, and it isnât nearly half of what he deserves, but itâs all you can do. âI got scared.â
Your confession causes Steve to turn to you. âScared?â
âYeah, scared.â
âGee, Y/N. That really explains a ton.â
Youâre losing him again, so you offer him more. âIâm sorry, Steve. I really am. Itâs just⌠I got scared, Iâve never been good at letting people in. I know it doesnât excuse my actions, and you didnât deserve any of it, but you just⌠You scared me.â
Steve is silent again, only mumbling a quiet, âTurn right after this light.â
âLook,â you push down your fear, you need him to hear you. âYou came crashing into my life in such a violent way, and it became the best goddamn thing that happened to me. There you were, spending every day at my job just to talk to me. You asked me questions about myself and noticed things no one else had before and I just⌠I couldnât do it.â
You look over at Steve and soften your voice, putting every ounce of your guilt and sincerity into your words. âI missed you.â
âMissed?â Thereâs something in Steveâs voice that you canât quite decipher, itâs almost too delicate to examine.Â
âMiss. I miss you,â you correct, and it takes everything within you not to confess more. To tell him you miss how his eyes turn a warm toffee in the late afternoon light, that you miss his obsession with his momâs banana bread and that you have a recipe at home that you never got to make for him. You almost tell him that even though you pulled yourself away, you canât seem to separate him from you. Heâs everywhere.Â
But what you canât tell Steve, what would break you if he ever found out, is that youâve come to love how heâs everywhere.
Steve is silent, and you swallow down your tears. It wasnât enough, but at least you tried.Â
As you turn into his driveway, Steve finally speaks. âAll my life, all Iâve ever wanted was for people to like me.â
âSteveâŚâ
âAnd every time I think someone finally likes me, Iâm wrong. They leave me. I mean, you left me without a fucking word, Nancy lied about loving me, and my bullshit friends at school have replaced me with Billy.âÂ
Nancy lied about loving him?
Steve looks down at his hands, his eyelashes are wet with fresh tears. âI donât know what I keep doing wrong.âÂ
You throw yourself across the carâs console and wrap yourself around the boy. âYouâve done nothing wrong.â
Steve places one arm around you, then slowly he places his other, and for the first time in months youâre finally back in his arms. Heâs surrounded in you again, and he never, ever wants to let you go.Â
âYou wonât leave me again?â
Steve asks this so softly, as if too scared to bring the words into the light and risk them scaring you away. You tighten your arms around him and bury your nose into his neck, his cologne making your brain dizzy. âNever.Â
And itâs enough for now.Â
The pieces settle between you and Steve. Something clicks into place and you know that he feels it, too. He tightens his own arms around you, draws small circles against your back, and you stay like that for what feels like hours.Â
Eventually the two of you break apart and head into his house. He offers you something warm to drink, but you decline. Itâs late, you should be heading home soon. You ask Steve where his phone is and then call Jonathan, telling him to come get you from Steveâs.
Jonathan doesnât ask any questions, his own voice sounding off on the phone. You know that tomorrow youâll have to explain to him what happened with Steve, and heâll have to explain whatâs happened with Nancy. But tonight, you both settle on ignoring the topic for now.Â
Steve waits with you downstairs for Jonathan.Â
âIf weâre going to be friends again, then I demand my nickname.âÂ
You look up at the boy and laugh. âWhat if I told you I still havenât figured it out yet?â
âCan you at least give me a hint?â Steve bats his eyelashes at you and you shove him away with another laugh.
âHm,â you think for a moment, reveling in the simplicity between you two again. âItâs lovely. Thatâs all I can say.â
Steve makes a face. âLovely? Thatâs all I get?â
âMhm.â You poke his face. âFor now, please just trust that Iâll stay.â
Steve looks away for a moment, and you admire his lovely side profile, before he finally seems to settle on his thoughts. âFine, but I expect some type of baked good every day from here on out.â
âDeal.â You raise your pinky and offer it to Steve, who smiles and shakes his head, but wraps his own pinky around yours.
Steveâs eyes are still red, from exhaustion and heartbreak, and yours are probably no better. You know thereâs so much the two of you have to face tomorrow morning, to talk about and deal with. Nancy, Jonathan, Billy. But for now, Steveâs pinky is around yours and you couldnât ask for a better end to your night.Â
Itâs a start.
Itâs all you couldâve asked for.Â
Jonathan arrives later and waits in the car, seeming to sense that you want some privacy as you say goodbye to Steve.Â
âThatâs my ride.â You nudge him. âOh, donât think I forgot about the Nancy thing. Weâll talk about that tomorrow.â
âWhatââ
âWeâre friends again and I nag all my friends about their emotions. You were spared last year, but this year? Buckle up, buddy.â
Steve lets out a tired laugh. âDo I have to sign another contract?â
âNah, you just have to trust me.â
âI do.â He says, no ounce of hesitation.Â
You squeeze his hand. âThen thatâs all I need. Goodnight, Steve. Get some rest.â
Steve nods and watches as you walk towards Jonathanâs car. He stays outside for a while, long after the car has faded in the distance. The cold air makes him shiver, but after everything thatâs happened tonight, he welcomes it. His mind is spinning, heâs not sure if he feels more heartbreak or relief, but he decides he doesnât care.Â
For now, heâs content.Â
Now that he has you in his life again, no matter what happens between him and Nancy, he knows heâll get through it with you holding his hand.Â
âÂ
The drive home is quiet. Both you and Jonathan seem to be lost in your own thoughts. When you get to your house, you simply tell your friend, âTomorrow. Weâll talk about it all tomorrow,â
Jonathan nods, his eyes as tired as yours. âTomorrow.â
You walk inside your house and notice all the lights off. Youâre home later than you originally planned, your mom must be asleep already. You kick off your shoes and sigh tiredly. Tonight has exhausted you.Â
However, you feel bad about skipping out on the boys, so you walk towards Dustinâs room and quietly knock on the door to apologize. After a few knocks, Dustin cracks his door open. âYes?â
âHey, just wanted to ask how tonightâŚâ You notice Dustinâs stance, how he seems to almost be trying to block your view of something. âIs everything alright?â
Your brother quickly repositions himself. âFine! Nothinâ to see here!â
Heâs definitely acting suspicious.Â
âOpen the door, show me whatâs inside.â
You go to shove your way in, but Dustin scrambles and ends up shouting, âWill had another episode tonight!
âWhat?â You freeze.Â
Dustin lets out a breath of relief. He knew using Willâs episode would be a good distraction from what he has in his room. âWill, he had another episode. Heâs fine, though⌠Just thought you should know.â
âAre you okay? Do you want to talk about it?â
âActually,â Dustin lets out a yawn. âIâm kinda tired. Ya know, trick-or-treating is hard work. Can we just call it a night and talk about it tomorrow?â
âI mean, I guess?â Your list of things you need to talk about tomorrow keeps growing.Â
âSweet! Goodnight, Y/N!â And with that, Dustin slams his door in your face. He presses his back pressed against his door as he steadies his heartbeat. That was close, too close. After a couple seconds, he walks over to his turtleâs tank and greets Dart again. âSorry buddy, had to get Y/N away. Sheâd freak if she found out about you.â
Dart lets out a small screech in response.Â
âWonder how long I can keep this from her.â
Meanwhile, you stand in the hall for a moment, completely bewildered as to whatâs just happened. It feels like you missed a few important details. Thereâs something happening, but you have no idea what.
You go to your room and make a plan. Tomorrow, youâll order a code blue with Dustin and demand information. For now, all you can do is get ready for bed and hope that whatever heâs hiding, it isnât as monumental as El had been.Â
Tonight, you go to bed thinking of Nancy and Steve, worried about them both.
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Hey y'all remember these guys?
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Obsessed with the idea of Eddie, Jonathan, Tommy, and Billy finding out being obsessed with Steve Harrington was actually not the normal high school experience everyone else at Hawkins high was having. Theyâre the ones constantly calling him king and being obsessed and the rest of the student body is like âoh yeah, he was the captain of a couple sports teams right? He had cool hairâŚyeah he seemed cool I guess. Didnât really notice him outside sports events and like when he threw a party. I think some of the girls liked him cause he was hot.â. Like was he the king of the school or were you just gay for him?ďżź
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Part 2 of some art to @cuips-not-cute's fic Blinking Red Light. As a treatđ
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Steve ends up heartbroken, lonely and depressed after season 2. Nancy called him bullshit, even after he ditched all his old friends for her. Billy Hargrove took his spot at the top of the food chain. He can have it, Steve doesn't really want it anymore. But Steve does want to find some sort of connection. Someone to have in his life who isn't an 11 year old kid he barely knows. He tries to go on a date one night, take a nice-seeming girl to a party. He wants to find connection, to kill the loneliness that's been building for months, but just as he's feeling kind of good about things, his date ditches him.
So. He decides to drink his feelings. He gets majorly fucked up, and ends up laying on the ground in the backyard, contemplating how much life seems to hate him.
Only to literally get tripped over by Eddie Munson, who was at this party selling pot and is very confused as to why Steve Harrington is alone on the ground with a bottle of vodka clenched in one hand.
Eddie ends up chatting a little with Steve, nothing substantial, but enough to know that Steve is very very drunk, and also very very sad.
He asks if Steve wants to go back to the party, and Steve staunchly refuses. He doesn't want to be around a bunch of annoyingly happy people.
He asks if Steve needs a ride home, and Steve just kind of shrugs. His parents just left for another trip, so home is kind of depressing right now too. But he doesn't exactly have any other friends he can stay with so. Home it'll have to be.
Only Eddie can *tell* he doesn't really want to go home, though he has no idea why Steve wouldn't want to return to his veritable mansion after a shitty night. The reason doesn't matter much. He offers to let Steve crash at his place. Steve can take the couch, or hell he can stay in Eddie's room if he doesn't mind sharing, that way he wouldn't risk being woken up when Wayne comes home that morning.
And well, Steve agrees. Can't think of any reason not too. Munson has been nice so far, he's got a good easy-going energy that Steve likes. Why not stay the night.
By the time they get to Eddie's, Steve is *slightly* more sober. Not much, but he's slurring his words a little less, and he can walk with only a little help.
Eddie grabs them each a little plate of leftovers, because he has no idea if Steve's eaten at all. It's quiet while they eat, Eddie doesn't push Steve to talk, and Steve isn't sure what to say. Eventually Eddie sets the plates aside and give Steve an easy grin.
"So, do you want the couch, or are you crashing with me?"
Steve thinks about it for a while. He hasn't shared a bed with a guy-friend since he was a kid, and he's heard rumors about Eddie, whispers in the hall about the way he looks at other guys. But...Steve can't really bring himself to care. He's tired, and he really doesn't want to be alone.
"I don't mind sharing."
Eddie sets them both up in his room, letting Steve choose which side of the bed he wants, and they both settle in. There's a respectable distance between the two of them, and Eddie says a quick goodnight to Steve, figures they won't talk and just go right to bed.
Except Steve isn't sober, and he really isn't in a good headspace, so he can't stop himself from blurting things out into the quiet of the dark room.
"Are you really gay?"
Eddie stiffens next to him, he can feel it, he can hear the way that the other boys breath cuts off and he seems to stop breathing all-together.
"It's okay if you are, I'm not going to be an asshole about it, I'm trying not to be that guy anymore. I guess I was just curious."
It's quiet for another beat before Eddie seems to loosen just a little. He starts breathing again at least.
"Yeah I uh- I am. Gay. And if that's weird the couch is still open, I can-"
"It's not weird."
"Okay."
Steve let's himself mull over this confirmation, and then his mouth starts moving again, without his permission.
"Is it lonely? Cause I mean, it's got to be hard to date in Hawkins. People here are shitty. Unless you've got like, a secret boyfriend or something."
"No...no secret boyfriend. It does get a little lonely sometimes. I'm lucky though, I've got my uncle, and my friends are pretty great. That's enough most days."
"What do you do when it's not enough?"
"Hmmm?"
"When your uncle and friends aren't enough, what do you do? To try and...make it better?"
Eddie is quiet again for a long stretch before he shrugs.
"I try to focus on something else. I'll play my guitar or work on a new campaign, read a book. Something to take my mind off it."
"Oh."
Now Steve is the one who seems tense, his jaw is tight and he's got his arms wrapped around himself. His next words come out as a whisper, but Eddie manages to catch them.
"I don't know how to do any of that."
He sounds almost choked, and Eddie is caught off guard. He's never seen Steve Harrington as anything other than solid, as happy. He's the king, after all. He's supposed to be all smiles and great hair. Only...Eddie's noticed that he hasn't hung out with his old friends lately, that he's eaten alone at lunch too many times to be anything other than strange.
"Steve...are you lonely?"
Eddie expects a denial, for Steve to laugh it off and tell Eddie that he's perfectly fine and fulfilled. Or maybe he expects a shrug, a non-answer. What he doesn't expect is the gut-wrenching sob that seems to tear past the other boys lips.
He doesn't expect to turn and see Steve Harrington's face, a scant foot from his, shining with tears.
He panics a little at the sight.
"Fuck- I'm so sorry-"
"Don't be." Steve tries to wipe his eyes, to hide the tremble in his voice. "Not your fault there's something wrong with me."
"What do you mean?"
"It's like I'm broken man, like nobody can stand to be around me. Tommy and Carol hate me now, Nancy- hell even my own parents hate being at home with me for more than a week. It's like I'm repellent or something. Couldn't even get a date to stick around for a whole night."
And Eddie's pretty sure *he* might start crying now. He'd never have expected this much from Steve, all that sadness to come pouring out. It wouldn't have happened if Steve was completely sober. Without thinking, he reaches out.
Eddie puts a hand on Steve's shoulder and waits to see if the touch gets rejected, but Steve seems to lean into him, so he lets his hand linger.
"This probably won't help, but I don't think you're repellent. And that's coming from somebody who your whole group used to torture. I don't know much about you, but I kind of liked having you around tonight."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Steve gives him a tiny smile. His eyes are still wet with tears, and the smile doesn't come close to reaching them. He seems impossibly small here in Eddie's bed.
"I don't know man. I just wish-"
He cuts himself off, apparently deciding his words are too far, but Eddie urges him to keep talking.
"What do you wish Steve?"
"I just wish that... there was somebody out there I could have a future with. Somebody who actually loved me, you know?"
It might be the saddest thing Eddie's ever heard, and he blames that fact for what he does next.
He takes his hand off Steve's shoulders and instead hauls Steve closer to him, fitting the other boy against his chest and wrapping his arms around him. It's a move that might get him decked, but he doesn't think it will. And he'll be damned if he doesn't hug Steve right that second.
He doesn't get hit. Steve tenses for a second, but it's just that one instant before he's melting into the embrace.
Eddie feels more tears falling against his shirt, and he couldn't care less. He keeps Steve close, let's him cry into his chest, runs a hand through that famous mop of hair.
He isn't sure how long it takes for Steve to calm down, but eventually he does. His breathing evens out, and he shivers a little before speaking.
"Thanks man."
And Eddie takes another leap of faith.
"I could be that person, you know."
"What?"
"I mean. You know Im... not straight. It may not be exactly what you're wanting but. I think I could picture a future with you. If you want to, just for tonight...I could be that someone who loves you."
Steve looks at Eddie, like he's a puzzle that he needs to solve, before a other shiver seems to wrack his body.
"Just for tonight?"
It comes out as a whisper, but Eddie hears it all the same.
"Yeah. For tonight Steve."
"I think...I think I'd like that."
Eddie gives him the sweetest smile he can muster, and nods.
"Alright sweetheart."
Eddie isn't exactly sure what it means, to love Steve for the night. After all, Steve is straight. He figures it doesn't matter much though, it's only for a night.
He keeps a hold on Steve, let's him get comfortable tucked against Eddie, and he does what feels natural. He runs a hand up and down Steve's spine, traces shapes into the soft fabric of his shirt. He tangles their legs together, and in a moment of insane bravery he presses a kiss to the top of Steve's head.
He's met with a sigh, full of relief, and figures he's on the right track.
"Just close your eyes Stevie, I've got you."
"Can you tell me about it?"
"Hmmm?"
"The future. You said you could see one. Can you tell me?"
And he asks so carefully, he sounds almost afraid, Eddie can't say no to that.
"Do you want the fantasy future, or the realistic future?"
"The real one."
"Alright then. Well, if I'm not going to be a rich and famous rockstar...I'll probably graduate and get a job somewhere in town. A real job, maybe working on cars or something. I'm good with cars. You'd come over all the time, have dinners with me and with Wayne. You'd have to meet Wayne. And we'd have more nights like this, sleeping close."
Steve let's out a pleased sounding hum, and shifts his face so it's buried even closer in Eddie's neck. He can feel Steve's breath on him.
"We could save up money and get a little place together, somewhere outside Hawkins. I have to stay kind of close, for my uncle, but maybe Indy?"
Steve nods, mutters something about staying close 'just in case'. He sounds like he might fall asleep, so Eddie keeps going.
"We could get an apartment, nothing too fancy. We would get two rooms, so nobody gets suspicious, but we would share a bed most nights. I'd play with my band on weekends, just for fun, and you'd join some little local sports team. I'd make sure to schedule DND nights so that I never miss a single game, even though I don't understand a damn thing about sports. We would come home for holidays, but most of the time it would just be us. I'd take good care of you, make sure you never go more than a few hours without me telling you I love you. I'll show up wherever you're working just to give you a hug and a kiss, and make sure you don't forget it. And I'll annoy the hell out of, but you won't mind too much, because I'll make you happy too."
Eddie can think of more. He can think about so many things. How he could give Steve one of his rings, even if they couldn't legally get married, even if Steve would never want that. Just as another reminder that he's loved. They could take trips together and go out to parties where Steve will never have to worry about getting ditched. Eddie doesn't do things halfway, and he has a hell of an imagination. He could picture them growing old together, if he tried, if he let himself. But this is just for tonight, so he doesn't. Instead he runs a hand through Steve's hair again, and listens to his quiet breathing. He thinks he may have fallen asleep, but he's wrong.
"That sounds nice."
It comes out muffled, spoken into Eddie's neck, but he manages to make it out, and he let's the vibration of it sink into his skin.
*It's only for tonight.*
He has to remind himself, because Steve is just feeling lonely. He doesn't want that future with Eddie, he just wants to feel loved.
But even if it's just pretend, just to help Steve for a few hours, he's okay with that.
Steve may think he's broken, but Eddie thinks he would be easy to love for a long time. Loving him for one night is nothing. He doesn't even have to try.
Tomorrow Steve will wake up sober, and he'll thank Eddie for letting him stay over, and they won't talk about it. Eddie will drive Steve back to his car in silence, and they'll say their goodbyes. They may not talk ever again, they never had before.
But for tonight? Eddie Munson will love Steve Harrington, and Steve? He'll let himself be loved, let himself beleive it. And he'll love Eddie right back.
Just for one night.
And if Steve ever needs it again? Eddie will love him for another night. And Steve will give that love right back. He's got plenty to spare, after all. And there's far worse people he could share it with.
#steddie#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve harrington whump#steve is sad#eddie helps#pre-season 4#this takes place between seasons 2 and 3#I wrote this in a fit of insanity while I was supposed to be working#hope yall like it
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Eddie, who is intently watching Steve, fidgeting every so often. If Eddie was a cat, his tail would be flicking back and forth with rapid increasing movements as he got ready to attack.
Steve, who was so innocently watching the game, happens to realize he hasn't heard Eddie say anything for awhile. Which means one (1) thing: he's up to mischief.
Steve barely has time to turn his head to look when Eddie tackles into him. Steve falls back further onto the couch with a grunt as his boyfriend wrenches his shirt up. "The hell-" Steve's hands are in the air, unsure if he should pull Eddie closer or push him away.
The hesitation gives Eddie enough time to attempt to slither under his shirt. Eddie can only fit his head and the tops of his shoulders under Steve's form-fitting t-shirt, but it's enough. His eyes light up at the torso covered in hair and freckles.
Eddie lays his head against Steve's chest with a dull thud, echoing the thudding of Steve's heart. Eddie snakes his arms around Steve's waist. Eddie can feel Steve slowly place a hand on his back, and stroke up and down his spine.
Steve lightly pulls the neck back so he can look down his shirt at Eddie. Eddie doesn't see it, the look on his face, content to just lay there with his eyes closed. But the adoration, love, and pure glee can't be held back on Steve's face.
#Eddie complains offhandedly that he can't see the tv (he wasn't watching to begin with)#And Steve just stretches the neck down and Eddie is just like OH#Because Steve hates necks that are stretched out and loose and ill fitting (Eddie wears them cause they are comfy)#But knowing Steve was willing to potentially ruin one of his shirts because Eddie wanted to see TV?#Oh he's done for!! He's gonna marry that man (it isnt legal in 1990 but he's already done other criminal things he'll do this too)#Eddie has a dopey grin on his face and Steve isn't even thinking twice#Robin comes in and fake gags at the lovefest and immediately leaves#Steddie#Jade is Talking#Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson#Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington
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Steddie brainrot continues to worsen to a concerning degree but here's a crack idea that is absolutely sending me:
Famous Spicy Six in which Jonathon is a director who decides to work on a passion project: a Scooby-Doo movie. His ideal cast is as follows:
Nancy Wheeler (investigative journalist with a few special appearances on crime dramas) as Daphne Blake
Argyle (an actor with a habit of playing small parts; he acts only because he thinks it's fun, so he's not concerned with significant roles) as Shaggy Rogers
Robin Buckley (a well-known voice actor who is more well-known for her social media posts and clap-backs) as Velma Dinkley
Steve Harrington (basketball star who is also more well-known for his social media clap-backs and for being Corroded Coffin's number one fan) as Fred Jones
Eddie Munson (frontman for Corroded Coffin, an insanely popular metal/punk/rock band and "infamous" for unashamedly posting Steve Harrington thirst tweets) as the voice of Scooby-Doo
Corroded Coffin is also creating an entirely new, original soundtrack for the movie
And because I think it's funnier this way, this is also an AU where the Upside Down still happened, so Jonathon just calls his friends up and is like "Okay, so hear me out"
The absolute insanity that breaks out when both the movie and cast are announced because nobody can figure out how Jonathon managed to convince all these powerhouses to join his movie.
The further screaming online after one of the movie promo interviews where a reporter asks how they all agreed to the movie and Nancy hits them with, "Well, Jonathon asked, and he never asks for anything."
Which leads to the discovery that they all knew each other in high school, and the reporter jokingly asks if that means they've all dated each other, too, which leads to Eddie jumping in with absolute delight like, "Well, that's a funny story, there. See, Stevie here dated Nancy, who then dated Jonathon when they broke up, who then dated Argyle after they broke up. And I thought Stevie and Robin were dating, so I was very confused when I saw Robin and Nancy kissing. But then I found out that Robin was a true-blue lesbian, which meant Stevie here was open for the taking, and we've been banging ever since."
and Steve is just sitting there, head in his hands while Robin cackles and decides to tell the reporter all about Steve's "fuck I have a crush on Eddie" crisis
This interview, of course, leads to even more freaking out online and comments like "I know I asked for poly Scooby gang, but this is ridiculous," and "I can't believe that in this, the year of our lord 20xx, ScoobyXFreddy became a canon ship," and "if I had a nickel for every romantic relationship the Scooby gang actors have had with each other, I'd have five nickels, which is way more than any of us fucking expected to have," and "suddenly Eddie Munson's thirst tweets make a lot more sense, but can we talk about Steve Harrington's CC tweets now," and "everyone say thank you to Eddie Munson for revealing that mess of a relationship map," and "finally, the canon lesbian velma and daphne we deserve"
The movie is a box office hit, btw, and bloopers from filming roll with the credits, among which is Eddie Munson making Steve Harrington lose his shit laughing on set while dressed in a Scooby Doo onesie and singing Corroded Coffin songs with his Scooby Voice
#Steddie#Steve Harrington#Eddie Munson#Jonathon Byers#argyle stranger things#Nancy Wheeler#Robin Buckley#scooby doo#Scooby Doo is my special interest btw#I know more Scooby lore than you could dream of babygirl#thoughts of this AU completely send me into absolute fits#please appreciate the sheer crack-value of it all I'm begging
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Oiled up William real!? đł
I might have used the wrong oil idk
Twitter: X
#william afton#steve raglan#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#artists on tumblr#tasteful nudity#oiled up william#I guess??? you can't see stuff soooo yeah đł#gonna airdop him like a wolf into his new habitat so he can wreck havoc :3#peepaw why is there so much oil in your bathroom????#I could've made it red like blood which would be more fitting but then the joke wouldn't work anymore lmao ANYWAY
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âI was going to be his friend, and I was going to show him possibilities. And he, in turn, would become someone I could trust more than myself.â
#is this quote from narcos?? no#do i think it fits??? yea#this scene is so underrated#pedro pascal#boyd holbrook#narcos#javier peĂąa#steve murphy#ppascaledit#pedropascaledit#narcosedit#mine
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i donât care what anyone else says, THIS is carol and steveâs dynamic
they were insane girl besties, and every time people make her âjust tommyâs girlfriendâ, an angel dies. just fyi
#so many more gina and jake quotes could fit them actually#steve harrington#carol perkins#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#stranger things#st txt post
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Just ONE chance
Stephanie Harrington never intended to be a whole presence online.
She hadnât even really understood the whole thing at first, it didnât exist when she was a kid! An if it did it sure as hell wasnât in every nook and cranny of the globe like it now seemed to be. Kids with iPads, hands glued to phones, six year olds who simply had to have the latest Apple thing.
It was all Dustinâs idea. King of the Gadget. Overseer of all things technology. Gargantuan nerd. Stevieâs little brother.
Not biologically, Claudia, Dustinâs mother had basically adopted Stevie when her own parents had tragically lost control of the wheel during a storm and wrapped their car around a tree back when Stevie was still a teenager. Back when Stevie was still Dustinâs regular babysitter and very suddenly found herself alone having been babysitting when the news reached her.
Theyâd been coming back from a business trip that she hadnât been able to go with them on because of school. Theyâd been so close to home. Sheâd heard the sirens. Theyâd been that close.
It was fine though, in one fell swoop, yes she lost her parents, but she gained Claudia, and Dustin, and that was enough, because she sure as hell didnât get anything else from them. It was all swallowed up, snatched away by her parents business partners because people are sharks and she just⌠wasnât prepared to fight them on any of it, especially not when her parents had stupidly left her without a will.
Apparently they believed theyâd live forever! The money vanished, the house was sold, she was left with nothing.
With growing up in the Henderson house, came choices, some great, some really stupid, and some thatâd led to the very happy accident of Rosie.
To be fair to herself, sheâd been in quite a long term relationship at that point! It was a happy one too! Sheâd thought heâd be it. Sure heâd been a lot rough around the edges, at the start, itâd been a shame cycle at the beginning since he was in fact, a colossal prick, but he was also the hottest guy sheâd ever seen. Like, unfairly attractive considering his personality, and he knew exactly how to touch her to melt her icy resolve into a watery mess.
But once heâd gotten away from his dipshit of a father, his step mother dragging him with her when she escaped the man too, once Stevie had laid down the law of how little of the bullshit heâd learned from said father sheâd personally tolerate before heâd get a boot out the door, heâd come around.
The racism had stopped immediately. The attitude had ebbed bit by bit as feelings set in, and heâd become a regular ol handsome teddy bear, heâd allowed himself to soften after heâd escaped the only reason heâd had to protect himself.
Heâd even started getting along with his step sister, one of Dustinâs friends.
Then stupidity happened when they ran out of condoms, her cycles stopped, and three months in, two drunk idiots in a pickup ran a stoplight while he was getting her some ice cream. Doctors said he probably hadnât felt a thing.
Rosie came along, a beautiful little thing, had her dadâs soft cheeks, his stormy eyes, thick dark lashes and soft curls, but she took after Stevie in everything else.
Stevie didnât date after that. A personal choice really. Sheâd lost her parents, lost her love, and now she had a little girl to focus on, she was done. She felt herself complete! So what if she was still in her mid-twenties. Life had dealt her a hand, she was going to run with it.
Rosie would always come first, and she didnât like explaining where Rosies father was, she didnât like the look of pity on peopleâs faces, the apologies, the rinse and repeat cycle, and so she just. Didnât bother!
It was easier! She had Rosie, she had her adoptive mother, she had Dustin, she had Billyâs sister Max and her other half Lucas, she had Susan, she had Robin, her co-worker and platonic soulmate from that dumb job at the mall sheâd picked up to help Claudia with the bills, she had a whole support network, and she was fine.
Soon Rosie was in preschool, and then middle school, and the internet became a household thing, houses had computers, kids had phones, then smartphones, laptops, tablets, and suddenly the internet was everywhere and everyone had to be on it.
So there she was now. Mid-thirties, with a little girl, and a house paid for by her little brother.
Dustin had struck gold with a job at NASA, heâd put the downpayment on a little two bed house with a cute picket fence lined garden for her when Rosie was born without consulting her, just did it and âSURPRISE STEVIE, now get the hell out of momâs basement, Jesus Christ.â Kept paying until it was all hers, and that was that⌠until he came round with computers and gadgets and then she had the internet because Rosie would need it for school because while libraries were awesome heâd had to suffer the five books at a time, Dustin rule one too many times and the internet had UNLIMITED books.
And now Stevie had a smart phone, and apps, and Instagram was fun! Doomscrolling the FYP took up chunks of her days off work while Rosie was at school! She never intended to be a name on there. Sheâd heard that people could become known for stuff, go viral or whatever.
She never intended to do that. She was a mother. Not even a hot young mom either. She was in her thirties! She remembered when the world didnât have internet, she was there.
She posted work out videos, never having lost the competitive streak sheâd always had as a teenager, sports were her thing back in high school, Gymnastics specifically, which led into cheering. Sheâd done some competition once with the team but nothing huge, she was fit, healthy, and the subject of many a thirst comment that she pointedly ignored.
Sheâd posted the occasional rant about Sally the PTA bitch with the self-proclaimed âbest potato salad in the Stateâ while doing her morning makeup, still never paying much mind to the comments section, the little rapidly climbing number that signalled followers, or the occasional DM from brands wanting to âcollabâ.
She didnât care for that, she just wanted to post her little videos in peace. In retrospect, if peace was what she wanted, the lunch trend⌠probably wasnât the best one to pick up. It was just a trend though! Sheâd seen a few moms doing it! Just posting little harmless videos online of what theyâd pack their kids for lunch every day!
Harmless, fun! She loved making Rosies lunches, she saw no harm in sharing the fun!
They were always affordable, packed with healthy options, and creative too! She tried her hand at sushi, Rosie hated it, Robin loved it, so Robin got the sushi rolls in her lunches instead, picked up every morning when she grabbed Rosie on the way into work, they were both going to the same place after all, Robin taking on the music teacher role at the Middle school Rosie attended.
She tried noodle jars, cool wraps, made shapes and fun little animals out of fruit, she got creative, but they were all very cookie cutter videos, they all had the same vibe, similar content, it was something to fill her free time that she enjoyed so never in a million years would she have ever predicted that ONE of them, would cause so much chaos.
It started with the beeping.
The incessant pings sometime in the early hours of the morning. Notifications on her phone going off one after the other until she was forced to sit up, bleary eyed, and stare with squinted eyes at the far too bright screen of her phone, then she silenced it and went back to sleep.
With the chaos of the morning routines, getting Rosie up, washed, dressed, packed up for school, and out the door, she didnât think about the incessant little beeping sheâd silenced. It was a distant memory buried under the fog of a heavy sleep and continued to be a distant memory right up until Dustin appeared at her doorstep at around one in the afternoon midway through her afternoon workout, ruffled, stressed, flustered, and frankly just a little too sweaty.
He bypassed all niceties, as usual, bulldozing straight to the point, he pinpointed her phone, which sat comfortably on the countertop, seemingly oh so innocent, grabbed it, brandished it up as if to highlight its very existence and just âWoman, do you LOOK, AT YOUR PHONE?!â
Now, Stevie was not in the business of accepting a tone like that, especially not from her little brother. No matter how much heâd shelled out for the house, the attitude had to go. âTone problem you little shit, fix it now or get the fuck out of this house and try again later.â
To his credit, he took a breath, and fixed it âSorry, Iâm sorry, butâlook! Look at it, please, for the love of Christ, the internet is freaking out.â
âWhat?â
âYour video yesterday! The one with the like⌠teddy bear thing you did? With the rice an theââ
âRosies lunch?â
âYeah! Have you seen the comments on it?â Stevie rolled her eyes and went about picking up her things, workout sufficiently disrupted, she wouldnât be able to pick that pace back up now. âStevie?â
âYou know I donât look at those, people get weird on the internet, itâs like it gives weirdos the perfect place to be their weirdest selves and not in a good way.â Sheâd looked at them once, curiosity had gotten the better of her once upon a time and wound up having to ask Max what âOF?â meant. Sheâd taken the win, let it momentarily boost her self-confidence, and decided to never look again. She was done with all that.
âStevie, this time⌠one of those weirdos, is famous.â Since it was the age of the internet, Stevie regarded him with a look of disinterest, âfamousâ could be anything, it could be some dweeb behind a computer screaming obscenities at a mic hooked up to some ridiculously overpriced gaming PC for likes. It could be a podcast bro with half a brain cell kicking its long since dead other half, it could beâârockstar famous.â Dustin clarified. âOne of the guys from that band I like? Corroded Coffin, they justââ he swiped the phone, letting out a soft scoff as the screen just flicked to life, no security pin to be seen of course, no matter, heâd probably berate later, he had a video to find andââAh-hah! Look!â and a phone to once again shove into his big sisterâs face.
âThatâs not even my video!â
âI know! They took the comment down already, but itâs EVERYWHERE, look!â Someone had screenshots. It wasnât just one video covering it, Dustin scrolled, another popped up soon after, someone getting a little too excited about what was probably the most unfortunate of accidents.
âDonât they have like⌠I dunno, people running their accounts? A person? Maybe their internet person just forgot to log out of that account?â
âNo! Eddie runs it! The guitarist? Eddie Munson, he usually runs it all himself so everyone thinks itâs him, ANDâAND LOOK!â Dustin clicked on the Corroded Coffinâs account, then tapped on the most recent post. Just a big black square, with the word âWhoopsâ in big bold white lettering, captioned âI regret nothing. Just ONE chance, sweetheart, just one.â With a little prayer hands emoji. âHeâs ASKING you out!â
âHeâs being a freak on the internetâ hands found her hips, the classic mom pose. Immovable, stubborn.
âHeâs always a freak! But heâs really cool! He does like, Make A Wish stuff, andâand visits childrenâs hospitals dressed up like fantasy characters, and he runs DnD things on the account every few months an heâs just REALLY cool, I mean theyâre all really cool but Eddie is really cool maybeâmaybe you couldââ
âUpend my life, Rosieâs life, for a guy I donât know, who has a job that takes him all over the world, who probably has his pick of whoever the hell he wants so what exactly could I bring to the table to keep him around? Iâm done with all that shit, Dusty⌠I had my time, I have Rosie, I have everything I need. What makes you think Iâd even like him?â
âYou liked Billy.â
âGet out.â
âNo, wait, not like that, I mean, theyâre the same! Well, okay, not the same, Eddie didnât start out a giant prick an heâs never been racist, but theyâre sorta similar, similar music tastes, shit fathers, heâs rough round the edges, lil scary looking sometimes but heâs just a big softie when you get past the whole, scary dog thing. Eddieâs like⌠if Billy never had a shit dad. I just think that maybe⌠if you looked him up, maybe youâd⌠I dunno, youâd like him⌠maybe heâd be your kind of guy⌠maybe you could finally find someone who appreciates you⌠youâre not supposed to be on your own, Stevie.â
âYeah well, Iâm not. I have Rosie, and Robin, an you guys⌠an yâknow. Bob.â
âBob?â One of her patented looks told him all he needed to know, he jerked back in revulsion âew! God! Fine, could you just! I dunno, look him up or something? Just think about it, I swear heâs really cool an Iâdââ
âYouâd love free tickets to their next concert.â
âWell, yes, butââ
âAlright then, nice to see you Dustin. Always a pleasure to have you round, please get the hell out of my house.âÂ
âUggGGGGGHHHHH, STEVIIIIEEE!!!â
âUggghh, DUSTIIIIN! You interrupted my work out for internet pervert nonsense.â She began shooing him toward the door âShoo, shoo. I have a family sized bar of chocolate to work off my hips before it gets stuck there.â
âHeâd love your hips! With the addition of chocolate bars or not!â
âWeird! Out!â Out the door he went, it closed behind him.
That of course didnât stop him from yelling through the door, âJust look him up!! I promise you wonât regret it!â But she mostly ignored him, until he went away.
Mostly because⌠Dustin never spoke up in favour of men before. Heâd even gone through a period of hinting at maybe just switching sides and dating Robin when he found out Robin was a lesbian, but both women had promptly shut that down every single time he tried bringing it up.
He wasnât a huge fan of men.
Heâd been raised by a strong independent woman, heâd had a strong female role model in Stevie whoâd pushed through every trauma life had thrown at her, he had Robin, he had Max, Jane, Erica, he had Nancy his friend Mikeâs older sister, one of his friends had also been raised by a strong independent woman, heâd been surrounded by strong women his entire life with only one real solid male figure.
And that was his middle school science teacher, Scott Clarke. Which was kind of sad when you thought about it.
For him to really vouch for a man, it meant something! It wasnât something to ignore, even if every instinct Stevie had told her to just. Leave it. What kind of man could a rockstar lifestyle have created. What kind of red flags could Eddie Munson be hiding that Dustin couldnât (or didnât want to) see.
Did he really even mean it?
Was it actually Eddie, and not someone else from the band? Would she be seen as foolish for even entertaining the thought? It wasnât like sheâd ever paid attention to the bands Dustin liked, so surely nobody would see her as a weird fan for thinking about it, right? She didnât even approach him!
He approached her!
Shit like that didnât just happen though. Or did it? Could it? Was she stupid to even entertain the thought?
Before she knew it, it was time to pick Rosie up, and she hadnât even finished her work out. it was fine, her hips could handle a chocolate bar. For now. Its days were numbered.
#Piratewrites#justonechancefictlet#Part 1 of 4#Rosies dad could have been ANYONE but i thought this would be fitting#Steddie#Fem!Steve Harrington#Stephanie Harrington#tw: past character death mention
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episode seven: the bite
âYeah, we ended up trapped in their secret base underneath Hawkins.â Dustin further explains, to which everyoneâs eyes widen at. âIt was fun. Spent my birthday in mortal danger.â At the same time the kids all wish you a belated birthday, which you salute them for. âThanks, guys. Iâm just happy I wasnât gravely injured this time.â âAnd that Steve finally kissed you.â Dustin unhelpfully adds before Steve is covering his mouth to shut him up. His face reddens, embarrassed and nervous. Jonathan is standing too close to him for comfort right now.
Summary: steve and robin are your nightmare blunt rotation, you manage to escape a russian lair: mario cart style, you learn that therapy sessions are fun in public bathrooms, steve places your brother on the russian fbi most wanted list, el probably just killed a bunch of people (deserved), and reunions with jonathan are always special when one of you is gravely injured
Rating: general, cursing
Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, mentions of blood, graphic depictions of blood and gore, cursing
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Before you swing in: HI IM ALIVE !!! my laptop isnt ,,,, but im trying to ignore that. sincerely apologize for the wait. my laptop shits down randomly every ten minutes and my new one is backordered so ive been fighting demons to write this. i also had a hard time with the bathroom scene with robin. i wanted to get that scene just right. it took a lot of rewriting, but i think im happy with how it ended up <3 pls enjoy this child of mine. she cost me blood, sweat, and tears lmao
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âBoop!â Steveâs finger pokes your nose and he lets out a delirious giggle. âI booped you!â
At first it was adorable, endearing even, when he booped your nose. However, heâs done this five times now in the last minute alone. That, and youâve been trying to give Dustin directions back to the elevator while dodging Steveâs surprisingly aggressive nose boops. All while the threat of armed Russians running after the cart looms over you. âTurn left hereâwould you stop it?â
âWanna boop that pretty little nose,â Steveâs glossy eyes struggle to find yours, his motor skills delayed and concerning. His left eye has all but swollen shut and youâre still not sure if his unusual behavior is due to head trauma or something else. âCâmere, angel.â
He tries to boop you again, and before you can dodge the attack, Robinâs hand grabs his finger and she lets out a pathetic scoff. âYouâre hogging the boops, dingus!â
âNuh uh!â
âYeah huh!â
Steveâs arm reaches over you and he bats at Robin. They start to hit one another, though their movements are slow and weak. They giggle as they fight, and youâre stuck in the middle of it. You try to push them off of you, but the two teens are too busy pinching each other and cackling to pay you any attention. Itâs miserable.Â
Erica, from the passenger seat of the cart, turns and winces at your predicament. âWhat is wrong with them?â
âI donât know!â Dustin keeps his eyes in front of him as he drives, though heâs equally as confused and unnerved. Secretly, heâs glad heâs the one driving. Otherwise heâd be in the middle of a Steve and Robin giggle sandwich like you are.
âWhose hand is that?â You twist around. Thereâs a foreign body part thatâs currently resting on your ass. Steve snickers and Robin puffs out her cheeks and giggles, neither one of them confessing. Youâre about to start kicking shins when the cart comes to a screeching halt. The force of it throws you and the two teens back with a painful thud. âChrist!â
âYou guys alright back there?âÂ
Somehow you wind up with Steveâs elbow in your ribcage and Robinâs head smacking into yours. Hissing in pain, you throw the two off of you and glare at your brother. You seriously fear the day he gets his license. âI want to die.â
Dustin turns back around in his seat and gulps. Steveâs and Robinâs own groans of pain can be heard from behind him. âTheyâre fine.â
Sneakers squeak against the tile floor and the doors to the back of the cart fly open. Youâre greeted with Erica and Dustin, eyes wide as they take in the scene before them. Youâre squished underneath the teens. You try shoving them off of you again, but theyâre dead weight on you.Â
âWanna kiss again, Y/N? I really liked it,â Steve smacks his lips as his head rests against your stomach. âWanted to do that for so long.â
Your cheeks burn at his words and your stomach flutters. You havenât forgotten about the kiss earlier. God, you havenât. It leaves you breathless every time you remember how it felt to have him so close, to smell him and taste him. A part of you wants to ask how long heâs thought about kissing you, but you know that the back of a cart while fleeing from Russians isnât the most appropriate setting.Â
Robin squirms next to you, her head also somehow on your stomach, pinning you down. âCan I get a kiss too?â
âIf either one of you kisses me right now, my knives will be the last things you see.â The two teens make despaired noises, which you groan at. Meanwhile, Dustin and Erica continue to stand at the end of the cart, unmoving. You clench your teeth. âA little help here?âÂ
Dustin mumbles a sheepish apology and yanks Steveâs arm while Erica yanks at Robin, freeing you. As soon as youâre able to, you jump out of the cart and start clapping your hands to speed everyone along. âWe gotta go!â
âWeâre trying, Y/N!â Erica groans, struggling to get Robin up from the ground.Â
You start to help, though you nearly fall when Dustin throws Steve against you. A complaint lingers on your lips, but when you see that your brother is now at the elevator doors with a keycard in his hand, you swallow it down.
Steve, however, is full of complaints. âThis sucks.â
You blow hair out of your face and donât bother responding to him. Instead, you watch anxiously as your brother swipes the key card he mustâve stolen earlier. When the scannerâs light flashes green and opens the elevator door, you exhale with relief. At least something has gone right today.Â
After practically throwing Steve and Robin into the elevator with Ericaâs help, Dustin hits a button and closes the door. As soon as it shuts, the room starts to move. You brace yourself, now familiar with how fast the damn thing can go.
The elevator ascends at a nauseating speed and thereâs a crash behind you. Turning around, you find Robin holding a dolly in place as Steve gets on. He holds his hands out and starts to cheer as his friend snickers. They look like goddamn toddlers at daycare.
âHey, no!â You feel like a parent, yanking at Steveâs arm to get him down from the dangerous position. The elevator is moving too fast to be messing around on. âThis isnât playtimeââ
âHe looks like heâs surfing, Y/N!â Robin squeals with excitement, rolling the dolly to the left.
Steveâs body twists and he steadies himself with a laugh. âIâm surfing!â
âStop fucking surfing!â
You fight with the teens. Steve refuses to get down and Robin keeps rolling the dolly away from you. As you yell at them, Dustin and Erica exchange concerned looks. You overhear the girl mention how they seem drunk, and youâre about to tell her that she might be right, when Robin pulls the dolly from underneath Steve and sends him crashing into the ground.Â
âWipeout!â
Youâre checking Steve for injuries as soon as he lands. Dustin kneels next to you and feels his forehead and winces. âHeâs burning up.âÂ
Not liking the sound of that, you check Steveâs pupils. The roomâs lighting is dim, but itâs obvious that his brown eyes are almost entirely taken over by the blacks of his pupils. âHoly shit, theyâre scarily dilated.âÂ
âOw. Thought you liked my eyes,â Steve swats at your hands sadly. He whines, trying to get you to let go of him. âSaid you liked brown.â
âI do like brown, but I also like when you donât act like a three year old.â You soothe him before turning to Dustin. âAny idea what it could mean?â
âMaybe heâs drugged?â Erica suggests.
You frown. âCould explain why he keeps trying toââ Steve reaches up and boops Dustinâs nose. He giggles and your brother looks annoyed. Sighing, you finish what you had been trying to say. âBoop people. Why he keeps trying to boop people.â
âYour turn, angel!â
Dustin intercepts Steveâs finger, which youâre grateful for. He gently smacks the teenâs face to get his attention. âSteve, are you drugged?â
âHow many times, dad?â His voice drips with sarcasm and he rolls his eyes. âI donât do drugs. Itâs only marijuana.â
âSince when do you smoke?âÂ
âY/N, focus.â Dustin dodges another incoming boop and swats Steveâs hand away. âThis isnât funny, okay? We need to know what they did to you.â
âCâmon, honey.â Your fingers run through Steveâs hair. Parts of it have dried blood. Something more than a beating happened to him and Robin, you just donât know what. If theyâre really drugged, you have no way of knowing if theyâll be okay, and a part of you is terrified. âWork with us, please. What did they give you?â
âAre you gonna die on us?â Dustin asks, concerned as well.
âIâll tell you!â Robin shouts from the corner sheâs slouched in, eager to please you. She twirls her hair around her finger and gives you an unsettling smile. âWe all die, my strange little child friend. Itâs just a matter of how⌠and when.â
Neither you nor Dustin say anything for a few moments. Both of you blink, trying to process what exactly the teen has just said. Afraid to look away from her in case she tries to possess you or something, you slowly nod. âOkay, thank you for sharing, Robin.â
She flashes you a thumbs up and proudly smiles. âHappy to help!âÂ
âTheyâre gonna be looking for us up there,â your brother redirects the attention back to the fact that youâre all still very much in danger. He starts to interrogate Steve, trying to come up with a plan. âSo I need you to tell me where you parked your car.â
âOh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?â Steveâs eyes glaze over and you know youâve lost him again.Â
Robin leans forward and starts playing with your hair. âI would kill for a hot dog on a stick!â
You snap your fingers at the two of them. Theyâre impossible to level with, youâre not even sure why youâre still trying. âGuys, we need to focus.â
âNo! No hot dog on a stick,â Steve suddenly lifts himself up and glares at Robin. âThe guy at the counter said that Y/N she has pretty eyes. Heâs an asshole.â
âYou mean Dave? When the hell did he say that?â
Steve scoffs at you. âLast week. Ruined my whole day.â
âFine! Weâll get you and Robin something else to eat.â Dustin says, which Robin cheers at, though he ignores her. âBut only if you tell me where your car is parked.â
Suddenly Steveâs hazy eyes fill with remorse. âUh-oh.â
âUh-oh? I donât like uh-oh, can we not uh-oh?â Dustin nudges you with his shoulder to shut you up and let Steve explain. You mumble an apology. âOkay, why the uh-oh?â
âThey took the keys.â Steve shoves his hands into his pockets and reveals that thereâs nothing in them. âThe Russians, they took the keys. Like forever ago.â For some reason this is hilarious to Robin, who starts to laugh hysterically in the corner. He joins her, amused by the whole thing. âThatâs a bummer, right?â
You drop your head in your hands as Dustin sighs. With no keys and no way out of the mall, youâre not sure what else you can do. The only other option would be the bus that takes commuters home, but it comes every few hours and you have no idea what time it even is right now.Â
Which means youâd be left with having to hide a very drugged up Steve and Robin in a giant mall swarming with Russian undercover guards for an unforeseen amount of time.
Not ideal.Â
âWeâre doomed.â You sigh into your hands.
Dustin nods beside you. âYeah. Weâre doomed.â
âÂ
When the five of you finally reach the mall, you guide everyone through the back hallway and fling the doors open. Fresh air hits your face and you take a moment to inhale. Itâs only then that you notice that itâs dark outside. The air is warm, crickets chirp faintly from far away. What day is it? How long could you have possibly been down in the lair?Â
As you have a minor breakdown trying to get your bearings, Steve and Robin walk behind you. Their mouths are wide open as they greet the fresh air with glee. âOh my God, that tastes so good! Steve, can you taste the air?â
They stick their tongues out and marvel at the world around them. âI taste it!â
You watch them with your arms crossed. If you had any suspicion before that they were drugged, seeing them try to eat the air only confirms it.Â
âShit!â Dustin screams out of nowhere and grabs your hand. He tugs at you to start running. You look up and see two Russians men now running straight towards you.Â
âCome on!â You grab Ericaâs hand and shove her in front of you to run alongside your brother. Then you grab Steve and Robin by their shoulders and all but throw them against the mallâs door. âGo!â
âWhy are we running?â Steve mopes, tired from all the physical activity heâs been forced to endure these last few minutes.Â
You donât bother answering him and instead shove him inside the second Dustin gets the mallâs doors opened. Everyone runs, though youâre not sure if anyone has an actual plan. The guardâs footsteps can be heard behind you, and all you know is that you guys need to hide until you can figure something else out.Â
âAny chance you guys know any hiding spots?â You shout behind you to the kids, nearly tripping over your feet as you do so.
âNo, this mall is one giant public swamp.â Dustin responds, huffing.Â
Steve stumbles next to you, still obviously drugged up, yet giggling as always. âIt feels like weâre running from movie villains!âÂ
Turning a corner, what Steve has said floats through your mind. Running from movie villains⌠What are the odds the Russians know about American movie theaters? Theyâre dark and usually crowded with people for night showings. It could be the only safe place to hide.Â
âDustin, start heading towards the theater!â Erica and your brother start asking you questions, but you donât have time to explain. âJust trust me.â
Somehow you all make it to the theaterâs doors without being detected. Poking your head through, you make sure there isnât anyone nearby. When youâre sure itâs safe, you open the door wider and motion for everyone to follow. âLetâs go.â
Dustin guides, dragging Robin behind him while Erica follows. You stay with Steve and start walking once the others have gone ahead.Â
âAwesome, movie date!â Steve exclaims with a dopey smile. Heâs about to say something else when his eyes find something. Completely forgetting that youâre holding his hand, he runs towards a nearby trash can. He pulls out a bag of popcorn that had been on top of the trash pile and quickly starts shoving the food into his mouth.Â
âIf you ever wanna kiss me again, stop eating trash popcorn.â You snatch the bag out of his hands with a disgusted face. âI cannot believe I have to tell you that.â
âBut Iâm hungry.â Steve pouts, staring down at his now empty hands with despair.Â
You ignore his pathetic pouting and follow Dustin, who has now flung open the curtains to the theaterâs seats. He scopes the area and starts heading right. When he stops at two open seats, he points his finger at Steve and Robin. âYou two, sit.â
âBut these seats are too close!â Robin complains, and Steve voices his own qualms about the seating arrangements.Â
However, you have other things to worry about. Shoving the teens into their seats, you wipe away crumbs on the ground with your shoe. âIâll sit on the floor next to them. No way Iâm leaving them alone when theyâre high off their asses.â
Dustin looks at you, skeptical. He doesn���t want to leave you alone with them, afraid theyâll somehow get you into trouble. âYou sure?â
âPositive. Iâll take care of them.â you squeeze his arm. While you understand his concern, you canât bring yourself to abandon Steve and Robin again. Not when Steveâs face still bleeds slightly and Robinâs cheek swells with a bruise. They got hurt because of you; the least you can do is stay with them now. âFind other seats, weâll be fine here. Just⌠be careful, alright?â
A man behind you shushes you rudely, reminding you where you are. If the kids donât leave now, they run the risk of drawing more attention. You push your brother back up the aisle of seats, and he seems to understand what youâre doing. âFine, but whatever you guys do: Donât. Go. Anywhere.âÂ
âFine, dad.â Steve glares at the kid, which you sigh at. Itâs going to be a long night.Â
Dustin leaves after youâve saluted him, and Erica follows. Once theyâre gone, you do your best to keep Steve and Robin quiet. As you shush them, you look up and see Dustin standing near the exit. You tilt your head, hoping he sees your questioning, and thankfully he does. He holds his radio up and mimes making a phone call.Â
Heâs calling for help.
You nod at Dustin, indicating that you understand, and he leaves. After youâve checked to make sure Erica is still in her own seat at the other end of the row, you turn back towards Steve and Robin; theyâre enamored with the movie playing. They whisper to themselves, not understanding whatâs happening, but at least theyâre quiet and out of danger. Slowly, you start to relax.Â
All you have to do is stay in this movie theater until Dustin can contact the party for help. Should be simple enough. Except you make the fatal mistake of absentmindedly mentioning that youâre thirsty. âGod, I need water right now.â
âWater.â Robin exhales as if itâs a prayer. Her entire face twists into longing and she hits Steveâs shoulder. âWater. Now.â
âOn it!â He nods earnestly and suddenly the two of them are scrambling out of their seats. You snap your fingers at them, hiss whispered threats, but they donât listen. They climb over you as if youâre an inconvenient bug on the ground.Â
Before you can even stand up, theyâre already halfway up the aisle of seats. You barely have time to get up before theyâve left the theater itself. âIâm so over them being drugged.â You huff, running after them. There isnât time to tell Erica where youâre going, too afraid youâll lose them if you donât hurry.Â
Those fuckers better save you some water.
âÂ
Steve makes you hold the button on the water fountain because he âcanât do it himselfâ.
âIs my help really necessary?â You complain, arms crossed as you watch Steve messily gulp water down. His neck is bent at an awkward angle and for a brief moment you truly question whether or not you find him attractive. Water drips down his chin and his gulps are obscenely loud.Â
âYes,â Steve responds in between slurps. The cold water washes over him and heâs never felt closer to God than in this moment. âThatâs amazing.â
Robin stands next to you, patiently waiting her turn. âSo like, I wasnât totally focused in there or anything, but Iâm pretty sure that mom was trying to bang her son.â
âIn the movie?â You hadnât been paying much attention in the theater. Your view from the ground was shitty and you were too busy making sure the idiots didnât somehow kill themselves. However, despite your lack of attention, you doubt thatâs what the movieâs premise had been about.Â
âWait, the hot chick was Alex P. Keatonâs mom?â Your hip knocks against Steveâs, causing him to choke on the water heâd been drinking. Coughing, he clutches at his chest. âI couldâve died, Y/N!â
âSorry,â you smile sympathetically at him, feigning pity. He lost the privilege of calling other women hot after getting you locked in a Russian elevator for twelve hours. âMy hip slipped.â
âArenât you two going to question how the guy was able to go back in time?â Robin is still focused on the whole son being in love with his mom plotline.Â
Steve inhales even more water. âThen why is it called Back to the Future?â
Robin begins explaining the complexities of the movie, but you tune her out. While you appreciate that sheâs trying to make conversation, youâre uneasy about being out in the open like this. Thereâs no one around, but you can never be too careful. Itâs only when she shoves Steve away from the water fountain that you focus again.Â
âWait, I was supposed to go after himââ Your protesting falls on deaf ears as Robin steals your turn for water. Reluctantly, you step away. She can hold her own damn water fountain button.Â
You notice that Steve has wandered off a few feet away. He still stumbles as he walks, though his footsteps arenât as unsteady as they were earlier. He stops in the middle of the walkway and you join him.Â
âWow,â he breathes out, looking up. Heâs mesmerized by what heâs seeing. Curious, you look up as well, though you only see the skylights above. Itâs night, no natural light flows through the panels. Yet Steve stands transfixed next to you. âThe stars.â
âThe stars?â Youâre not sure what he means. You canât see the stars from where you stand. Then again, you suppose he could be seeing things, given that heâs heavily drugged up.Â
âThe stars are pretty like you, angel.â Steve says, eyes still on the sky, yet his hand somehow finds yours. He intertwines your fingers together and is able to pull you closer, albeit weakly. âYouâve always been so beautiful⌠scared me when we were younger.â
Your breath catches and you look at him. Heâs looking up, seemingly unaware of the effect his words have on you. An overwhelming warmth fills your chest. You want to say something, tell him you love him and that his beauty last July had terrified you.Â
But you donât say anything. Steve is still high, he wouldnât remember what youâve said, and you want your confessions to sit within his chest the way his sit in yours. Instead, you find yourself admiring him. You study the length of his neck. The mole that rests just below his jaw and the others that litter his pretty face. His nose, the dip of his chin. The hair tucked behind his ears. His eyes. Â
Steve Harrington is beautiful. Scars and all.Â
Then he starts to gag and quickly the moment is ruined.Â
âOh, God.â You quickly grab his shoulders and frantically look for the nearest bathroom. In your haste, Robin reacts to Steveâs sudden sickness by gagging as well, and youâre very afraid of whatâs about to unfold. âOkay, bathroom time! For the love of God, we need to find a bathroom.â
Theyâre useless as you twist and turn them around as you search for a bathroom. When you see a nearby sign, you drag them behind you and pray that they make it the next fifteen feet. As soon as you barrel through the bathroom door, Steve and Robin run out from behind you and just barely make it to the toilets before spilling their guts.Â
You stand near the doorway, cringing. Itâs not a pretty sight.Â
They puke, spit out the excess, and flush the toilet to clear it before the next round of vomiting begins. Then they do it all over again. It goes on like this for a while, and all you can do is linger in the doorway and offer halfhearted comfort from across the room. Youâve never really gotten over your slight fear of vomit, if youâre being honest.Â
Eventually Steve and Robin seem to throw everything up. When theyâve flushed the last of their sickness down, you hesitantly walk towards them and stand in between the stalls. âWe feeling any better?â
âThe room stopped spinning for me.â Robin says, her feet propped against the stallâs wall. You have no idea how sheâs laying down the bathroomâs ground so casually. âSteve, is it still spinning for you?â
He looks up for a moment, testing what will happen. When he feels perfectly fine, he exhales with relief. âHoly shit. No.â
âYou probably flushed the drugs out of your system when you puked.â You observe, leaning against the stallâs divider. âWhat were you guys on?â
âAllegedly a truth serum.â Robin says from the floor. âAsk me something, test if itâs really all gone.â Then, because sheâs trying to get you to laugh, she lowers her voice and impersonates one of the Russians. âInterrogate me.â
Though you smile at her, your stomach twists. Not only were they beaten for information, they were also injected with a goddamn truth serum. Treated like lab rats. And you left them behind, all alone; youâll never forgive yourself for that.Â
But theyâre here with you now, you remind yourself. They came out the other side. So youâll do whatever you can to make it up to them and show them that youâre here for them. Even if that means asking bizarre questions to make sure theyâre no longer being controlled by truth serums. âWhen was the last time you peed your pants?â
âToday.â
Steve looks at you to make sure youâve also just heard Robinâs response. âWhat?â
You shrug. âI canât really judge. I peed my bed a few years ago. Watched a scary movie with Dustin and had a nightmare. Wasnât my proudest moment.â
âWhat?â Steve canât believe what heâs hearing.
âSee!â Robin lifts her head up from the ground to look at you. âI was also scared. When the Russian doctor pulled out a bone saw, it was only a little bit, but holy shit.â
She starts to laugh and you join her, despite the image of the bone saw you saw burning your mind. You had seen it in the room when you were saving them. It had terrified you. Yet Robin laughs about it now, so you allow yourself to as well.Â
Steve shakes his head at you both. âYeah, itâs definitely still in her system.â
âAnd itâs not in yours, Harrington?â
His eyes shine when he looks at you. Heâs coming back to himself, you can feel it. The knowing smirk is back. âClean as a whistle, Henderson.â
Robin clears her throat, now uncomfortable. âAright, my turn. I want to ask him a question.â When Steve gives her the okay, she takes a deep breath. She looks at you, a resigned look on her face. Something seems to have struck her, something that terrifies her. Her laughter is gone. âHave you⌠ever been in love?â
Steve doesnât expect the question. He looks startled by it and tilts his head up at you. Your eyes meet, and you nod, giving him the permission he doesnât truly need. You talked about it once, last year. The two of you in your room late one night, whispering confessions about love and the pain it brought. It was never a secret.Â
âYep. Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year.â Steve mimes a gunshot to his heart, trying to lessen the unease. He will never really feel comfortable talking about that time of his life.Â
âOh, my God.â Robin rolls her eyes. âSheâs such a priss.â
You walk over to her stall and nudge her leg with your shoe. âHey, sheâs my friend, ya know.â Ignoring how dirty the bathroom floor inevitably is, you sit next to Robin. âSheâs not a priss.â
âAt least, not really.â Steve adds, nostalgia in his voice.Â
Robin seems to hear it, too. She sits up, eyes not meeting yours. âAre you still in love with Nancy?â
Without meaning to, you hold your breath. You know Steve no longer loves her, but itâs July and somehow he still isnât yours. Thereâs still trust between you, but your body tenses and your heart stutters.Â
And yet Steve doesnât hesitate. Itâs immediate. He doesnât even have to think about it. Heâs known since April, though his body has known since he offered you his hand the day you almost hit his car with your bike. âNo.â
âWhy not?â Robin doesnât know why sheâs pushing this. Youâre next to her, your thigh presses against hers. She knows that Steve is in love with you. He confessed it to her when she was teasing him about it just a few days ago. She devoted an entire whiteboard to tallying all the times he failed to ask you out.Â
Steve is yours, and youâre his, but Robin canât help but pick at scabs and expose old wounds.Â
Thereâs a few moments of silence. Steve takes his time responding. He can almost feel your hand ghosting over his, even though youâre separated by a stall. âI think itâs because I found someone whoâs a little bit better for me.â
Youâre quiet. Robin is as well.Â
âYou know, itâs crazy.â Maybe itâs the truth serum still coursing through Steveâs veins or maybe itâs because heâs almost died a million times tonight. All he knows is that heâs tired of running. You deserve to know how he feels about you. âEver since Dustin got home, heâs been badgering me about asking this girl out. That I need to âfind my Suzieâ. A girl he met at camp who somehow became his girlfriend, who Iâm not even sure is actually real.â
Heâs rambling. He knows he is, but you and Robin remain silent and patiently wait for him to keep going. Steve inhales, holds the breath for a few seconds, and exhales. All summer heâs been agonizing over this very moment. Heâs spent countless sleepless nights terrified that heâd somehow ruin it. In the end, his own cowardice only hurt you; he still remembers the way your body shook in his arms while he held you as you cried last night. Steve remembers the fear on your face when you realized you couldnât save him. That the Russians were going to take him away from you.Â
It was then, seeing the terror in your eyes and hearing the desperation in your voice, that Steve Harrington finally realized you would give all of yourself to him; that is what love is.Â
To love someone is to know that they deserve your love.Â
And for some reason you love Steve. You see something in him that deserves your love. Heâs no longer terrified that his love isnât enough for you. He realizes now that itâs enough. His love is enough because it is his.Â
You deserve love, and Steve is more than happy to give all of his to you.Â
âThe point is,â Steve runs a hand through his hair. He can feel you listening, waiting. âThis girl, you know, the one that I love, itâs somebody that I didnât even talk to in school⌠and I donât even know why.â
A small laugh cuts through the barrier between you and Steve. The two of you spent years together in school, and not once did he ever talk to you. There was one time, early sophomore year, when he collided with you in the hallway while running to the bathroom to meet Nancy. He had apologized to you, but he continued running and hadnât looked back.
It was two years ago, but you had only been kids, then.
Hearing your laugh emboldens Steve. He clears his throat, lifts his head. He wishes you were in the stall with him. âI think⌠I think I was scared. I had always watched her from afar. I mean, here was this girl who would offer help to anyone who needed it. Didnât matter who they were, sheâd help them. I just, I didnât understand. I couldnât understand why someone would go out of their way to help others without expecting anything in return.â
âI mean, there I was, worrying about being prom king while this girl was tutoring kids for free in the school library.â Steve scoffs at himself. He will never forgive himself for wasting all those years with you. He couldâve been your friend sooner had he not been such an asshole. âItâs stupid. I mean, Dustinâs right, itâs all just a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because when I think about it, I shouldâve been friends with this girl the whole time.â
You rest your head against the wall, buzzed with warmth. âYou shouldâve,â you find yourself saying softly. Though you know yourself. Steve came into your life when you needed him the most, at the right time, for the right reasons. The timing had never been right before. âBut Iâm sure the girl is glad you ended up how you did.â
âMe, too.â Warm honey laces Steveâs voice. He can almost feel your body on his. He can see the lines and strings above him, materializing into something more solid with every word he says. âStill shouldâve happened sooner, though. I mean, this girl weâre talking about is incredible. She makes me laugh more than anyone Iâve ever met. Sheâs witty, she always knows what to say and sheâs so goddamn smart. I donât think she knows this, but she has this way with peopleâŚâ
His voice trails off. Itâs what he loves the most about you. The effect you have on everyone you meet. The impact you make within a personâs life simply by smiling at them. âShe has a way of making someone into a better person without even realizing it, just by being a part of their life. She⌠she made me a better person. Taught me to be softer, more vulnerable.â
Steve hadnât known gentleness until he met you.Â
To your left, Robin starts to close in on herself with every word he Steve says. She slouches down, drops her head into her knees almost as if in despair.
âShe saw this good in me that no one else had before. For some reason, instead of using it against me like others have, she believed that I could be someone different. That I could change⌠It didnât matter how long it would take me, she would wait. And Iâm so goddamn lucky to be in love with someone as selfless as her.â
Guilt eats away at Robin. Sheâs harbored a resentment towards Steve all summer, even though she tried to swallow the feeling down. The love between you and Steve had always been obvious from the first day she met you. She watched the two of you dance around each other every day, basking in the sickly sweet young love you shared with one another.Â
Itâs not that Robin resented your relationship with Steve. No, she was happy for you, truly. The bitter taste in her mouth whenever she watched you gently stroke his cheek with your fingertips was remorse intermingling with resentment because she will never be able to do that. She will never be able to love someone so openly. To have someone hold her hand and call her tender names.Â
Youâre a beautiful girl with a boy who could adore you freely. Robin can only ever watch you from the shadows, scared to be caught.
You notice Robinâs shift in demeanor and press your body closer to hers. Youâve never seen her look so small before, so unsure of herself, and it worries you. âHey, is everything okay?â
She shakes her head, too afraid that if she talks sheâll start to cry. The kindness that you offer her stings. She doesnât deserve it. Not when she believes you outshine the sun. Before she can make up some excuse, Steve knocks on the stall. âRobin? Y/N? Did someone just OD over there?â
âNo,â Robinâs breath is shaky, which worries you even more. âWeâre still alive.â
You try to meet her eye, but she wonât look up at you. Youâre not sure whatâs happened, but sheâs closed herself off from you; you feel like an intruder. Placing an arm on her shoulder, youâre about to offer her some more water when Steveâs body slides into the stall.
He settles himself across from you, shy with his movements. Your heart lurches when you see him, too. He confessed his love for you only moments prior, and you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and call him yours, but Robin looks pale. Sheâs scared. You just donât know why.
âThe floorâs disgusting,â she says to Steve, hoping to get the attention off of her.Â
âYeah, well, I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, soâŚâ He looks down, cringes slightly. You remain silent, and Robinâs eyes are still downcast. Seeing this, Steve tries to lighten the mood and asks Robin a teasing question. âSo, what do you think?â
âAbout?â
âThis girl,â he turns to you, then. He looks at you with such fondness and knows that both you and Robin know he had been talking about you the entire time. Heâs trying to get you to laugh, bring a smile back to your faces.
Robin tries to play along, swallowing down the remaining bitterness. Youâre sitting next to her, your hand is still on her arm. âShe sounds awesome.âÂ
âShe is awesome.â Steve winks at you, hoping itâll get you to blush the pretty pink he loves so much. When it works, he smiles. âAnd what about the guy?â
âI think heâs as sweet as honey in July.â You say, giving into Steveâs charm. Itâs worked on you ever since the day you crashed into that ditch, even if back then you refused to admit it.
âYeah? Well, I think heâs on drugs, and that heâs not thinking straight. That he doesnât realize how lucky he is.â Robin interjects. She doesnât look at you, her eyes remain on Steve. You raise your eyebrows at what sheâs said. You hadnât expected such a pessimistic response from her.
Off put by her sudden dejection, Steve becomes defensive. He doesnât understand what Robin is doing. She was the one who kept encouraging Steve to ask you out all summer. âReally? âCause I think heâs thinking a lot more clearly than usual. He knows what luck is.â
âDoes he? What if thereâs this other girl, one he hasnât seen yet. I mean, really seen.â Robin swallows. Her fingers twist together nervously. âWhat if he one day sees her and realizes just how unlucky she is. I donât think the guy would ever want to be her friend after that.â
âNo, thatâs not true. No way is that true.â Steve shifts closer to the two of you now, confused as to why Robin is saying all of this. Of course sheâs his friend. âI mean, apart from the girl heâs in love with, this other girl is the guyâs only friend.â
âListen to me, Steve.â Robin still doesnât look at you, but you listen silently and allow her the space she seems to need. âItâs shocked me to my core, but I like you. I really like you, but Iâm not lucky like you are. I think⌠I think you should use that luck. Go for the girl.â
Steve tilts his head, not quite following. âWhat does luck have to do with any of it?â
Robin sighs and you sit next to her, quiet. She seems to be trying to figure out what she wants to say, and somehow you think you know what she means by luck. Itâs always fascinated you, luck and love. Two sides of the same coin. But it never occurred to you that there could be an undercurrent that cuts through the luck. A double meaning behind it.Â
âDo you remember what I said about Clickâs class? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?â
âYeah,â
Robin closes her eyes and sighs. When she opens them, thereâs a resolved look in them. âIt⌠It isnât because I had a crush on you. Itâs because she wouldnât stop staring at you.â
At first, youâre confused. You had missed their conversation about Mrs. Clickâs class. They mustâve had it when they were being held captive, but the phrasing of what Robin has just said feels heavier than it should. Her words land on you with a force you hadnât seen coming.Â
If Robin had for some reason talked about being obsessed with Steve in a class they once shared, but not because she had a crush on him, but because a girl wouldnât stop staring at himâŚÂ
âMrs. Click?â
Even though youâve done well remaining silent this entire time, you canât help but snort at Steveâs response. Heâs trying, you know he is. Robin must know this too, because she laughs softly at him as well. âNo, Steve.â Her smile dims, however. âThat wouldâve made things easier for me, though.â
Easier. Luckier.Â
And then it all clicks.Â
Robinâs insistence on always pleasing you. The subtle touches. The way her eyes would darken sometimes when you looked at Steve. How, only an hour ago, she had asked you for a kiss when she was still under the influence of the truth serum.Â
You draw your hand towards hers and slowly thread your fingers together. Robinâs head spins, she finally allows herself to look at you. She finds your eyes staring into hers. Theyâre kind, understanding. Youâre looking right through her in this very moment, and Robin Buckley has never been more afraid.Â
âHow long have you known?â You ask her, voice gentle.
Robinâs voice shakes. âSince Tammy ThompsonâŚâ She has to look away from you. She canât do this with you looking at her. âShe was in Mrs. Clickâs class with me and Steve. IâI wanted her to look at me, but.. She couldnât pull her eyes away from him and his stupid hair.â
She pauses, tries to compose herself, and you squeeze her hand three times. Once to tell her that youâre there, another to give her the reassurance to go on, and the final time to communicate that you understand. There isnât a reason to be scared. Somehow, Robin knows what the gesture means. Breathing in, she looks at Steve and continues.Â
âAnd I didnât understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor and you asked dumb questions and you were a douchebag. Andâand you didnât even like her and Iââ Her voice breaks. âI would go home⌠and just scream into my pillow.â
Steve looks between the two of you. Itâs obvious heâs the only one not aware of the underlying layers. âBut Tammy Thompsonâs a girl.â
âSteve,â Robin breathes out, pleading. She doesnât want to say it out loud. She canât say it out loud. He needs to understand what sheâs trying to say. Why sheâs been giving him hell all summer. Why she feels guilty when she looks at you.
âYeah?â But he doesnât understand.
Robin canât say anything. She looks at him, can feel the tears in her eyes; sheâs begging now. Steveâs eyes find yours, silently begging you as well to explain this to him. He doesnât understand what heâs doing wrong. He doesnât want to be doing something that could hurt Robin like this.Â
Your shoes squeak against the tile floors as you draw your knees into your chest. Youâre not sure what else you can do. Robin has laid everything out for Steve. Your hand still holds hers and you try to quell the fear within you that maybe heâs being intentionally naive. Maybe he doesnât want to believe it.Â
âOh.âÂ
Itâs one word, one exhale of breath from a mouth that once used to say cruel things. Steveâs face softens, his jaw unclenches and his shoulders relax. He surprises you, showing nothing but empathy. Heâs kind, heâs always been kind.
âHoly shit,â Steve doesnât want to mess this up, but heâs never been good with words.Â
Robin laughs. âYeah, holy shit.â
He sighs and leans against the stall wall. Itâs quiet between the three of you. No one really knows what to say now. Steve is still processing, Robinâs heartbeat still hasnât quite settled, and youâre trying to figure out how to tell her that you understand more than she may know. Sheâs braver than you, trusted you with this secret, and itâs only fair that you offer her a part of yourself as well.Â
Plus, itâs a wonderful ice breaker.Â
âYou have terrible taste in women, Robin.â You nudge her with your shoulder, teasing. âI mean, Iâve heard Tammy Thompson during choir rehearsal. You can totally do better.â
âShe wants to be a singer, she has dreams!â Robin defends the girl, the change in conversation bizarre but welcomed.Â
Steve, sensing that youâre trying to lessen the tension, gratefully plays along. âSo what she has dreams? She canât even carry a tune. But, more importantly, what do you know about taste in women, Y/N?â
âI see things,â you jut your head out, defiant. âProbably wouldâve fallen in love with Nancy Wheeler had I known her instead of Jonathan.â
Their reactions are expected.
âYou wouldâve loved Nancy?â Steve exclaims at the same time as Robin guffaws, âYou loved Byers?âÂ
You laugh. Itâs a full, whole body laugh. One you havenât felt in so long. âYes,â you wheeze out, the look on their faces killing you. Steve looks unnerved while Robin looks disgusted. âAt least Jonathan doesnât sound like a muppet when he sings.â
âTammy does not!â Robin is laughing alongside you now. Itâs been a long time since sheâs laughed this hard, too.
Steve rolls his eyes, his own smile overtaking his face. âShe sounds like a muppet giving birth, Robin.â
âThatâs what she reminds me of!â You snap your fingers and point at him. âYouâre right!â
Robin clutches her stomach as she laughs. She leans into your side as you lean into her. Steve starts doing a terrible impersonation of Tammyâs awful singing, which only gets the two of you to laugh even harder. Steve gets you to sing along. He grabs the hand that isnât holding Robinâs and swings it around as the two of you sing. Robin joins, laughing more than singing. Itâs lovely. Absolutely lovely.Â
And this is how Dustin finds the three of you.
He slams the bathroom door open, Erica right behind him, and stands in front of you.
âOkay,â he glares at you specifically. âWhat the hell, Y/N?â
You giggle at his disappointed dad stance. âI told you Iâd take care of them.â
Dustin isnât amused, which only makes your giggles turn to laughter again. The other two teens arenât far behind you, descending into yet another fit of laughter. Hunched together, the three of you giggle breathlessly as your brother and Erica watch in disbelief.Â
But you ignore their questioning stares.
With both Steve and Robin holding your hands, laughter warming your belly, you feel like a kid again.
âÂ
 The bus becomes your only option.
âI managed to contact the party.â Dustin had informed you after your laughter died down.
Relief washed over you. âThank Godââ
âBut then my walkie died.â
âYeah,â you had sighed and dropped your head down in defeat. âYeah, of course it did. Why wouldnât it die when we need it?â
Which leads you to now: peering out the bathroom door with Steve breathing down your neck and Dustin in front of you, checking to make sure itâs safe. A crowd of people flood the once empty hallway. The movie mustâve just finished. Everyone is talking excitedly, having no idea that five teenagers are currently hiding in the bathroom from Russians.Â
You envy them.Â
âWhen I say âblendâ, we go. Okay?â Dustin asks the group, eyes still on the mass of people exiting the theater.Â
âBecause Steve dripping blood definitely will blend in.â You retort. Itâll be hard not to draw attention to yourselves with the way his face still oozes. Itâs a long walk down to the bus station and youâre getting worried now. The mall closes in ten minutes, soon there wonât be any crowds to hide behind.Â
Dustin doesnât bother justifying your remark. Instead he studies the flow of traffic before giving his signal. âBlend.â
The five of you swiftly exit the bathroom and align your pace with everyone around you. Dustin guides in front with Erica while you stay back with Steve and Robin. Your eyes move constantly, scanning every face you pass. Thankfully, the people close to you seem innocent enough.
Erica looks around, impressed. âWell, shit. That worked.â
âOf course it worked.â Dustin is smug, which makes you wince. Heâs always had a bad habit of jinxing things. You really wish he had gotten more of your momâs humility and less of your dadâs ego. âNow we just have to get on the bus with the rest of these plebes, and home sweet home, here we come.â
You shove your brother. âCan we not taunt our inevitable bad luck?â
âWeâre in the clear now, Y/N. Trust me, in just twenty minutes weâll be back home, where our dear mother awaits with her frantic arms wide openââ
âUh, Dustin?â Steve eyes him nervously. Already you dread whatever heâs about to say. You guys only lasted thirty seconds without any bad luck. Itâs a new record, honestly.
âWhat?â
âYeah, we might not wanna go to your house.â
âWhy?â
âWell,â Steve winces with regret. He knows heâs about to piss both Hendersons off. âI mightâve told them your full name.â
Dustin turns to look at him, bewildered. âWhat is wrong with you?â
âDude, I was drugged.â Steve argues, which. Yeah. Thatâs fair.
Not liking that he apparently sold your brother out to Russians, yet understanding that Steve hadnât been the most clear headed when it happened, you grab his hand. Thereâs more important matters to deal with, like whether or not he sold you out as well. âDid you tell them my full name?â
âNo, I kept you safe.â He says, with an air of obviousness that you smirk at.Â
âAw, thanks honey.â You kiss his cheek, not caring that Dustin is fuming in front of you.Â
âOh, so you can resist for your girlfriend but not for her brother?â Dustin struggles to keep his voice low. He has never wanted to shove Steve down a flight of stairs more. âYou were supposed to tough it out. Like a man!â
You flick the kidâs hat. âHey, he was very manly defending my honor.â
âI hate you bothââ
Robin suddenly freezes, her eyes catching on something. âGuysâŚâ
Everyone stops, alarmed by the tone in her voice, before you see them. There, standing right in front of the exit of the mall, are the two Russian men from the alley. Theyâre stopping people, checking their faces, looking for you.Â
âAbort.â Dustin says, before one of the men makes direct eye contact with him. His face pales and you already have one hand on his shoulder, pulling at him to run. âAbort!â
Steve grabs Ericaâs hand and motions for you and Dustin to run ahead as Robin guides. She pushes through the crowd of people and towards the escalators. However, when you get there, theyâre roped off and blocked by plexiglass.Â
You kick at the glass, frustrated. The Russians are close now. Robin, quick as ever, steps past you and places herself in the middle of the two escalators. Youâre confused at first, but then you realize thereâs just enough space for your bodies to fit through. Sitting down, Robin is able to use the gap as a makeshift slide.
âLetâs go,â Steve places Erica to slide down next, then Dustin. When itâs your turn, he nods at you. âReady?â
âIâm so tired of running from these shitheads.â You say before launching yourself down the escalators.Â
Robin waits for everyone at the bottom. When youâre all there, she waves for you to follow as you run again. None of you have any idea where to even hide now that the mall has emptied. Thereâs no one to hide behind, no corner to run into. And the goddamn Russians are fast, never trailing more than fifty feet behind you.Â
Somehow you end up in the food court. It isnât much, but thereâs at least vendorâs stalls and restaurant counters nearby. Panting, you point towards the nearest counter. âThere! Everyone jump over!â
No one argues, doing as theyâre told. You make it there first and help Erica over while Steve and Robin help Dustin. Kneeling down, you motion for everyone to sit with a finger to your lips. The men have to be nearby, you can practically feel their presence close. Facing your friends, you grip your knives and strain your ears for any sounds.Â
Itâs tense. Dustin pants, heâs scared and overwhelmed and you wish you could offer him better protection. Steve glances at you, silently asking you what the next move is, and you shake your head helplessly. Youâre cornered, thereâs no way out of this one.Â
The sound of boots falling against the mallâs ground approaches. It grows louder and louder at a maddeningly slow pace. Your knuckles are white from how tightly they grip around the hilt of your switchblade. With one flick of your wrist, you know you could at least disarm one of the men long enough to cause a distraction. Youâd never kill anyone, but you know from experience that a cut to the shoulder is sufficient enough.Â
Youâre pulled away from your thoughts when a car alarm suddenly goes off. Its loud noise echoes within the empty mall. Everyone jumps at the unexpected sound, shuffling closer together. Deciding itâs worth the risk, you poke your head up to see what the hell is going on.Â
The guards are standing around a red convertible. It shakes, vibrates almost, and they look at one another in confusion. The car continues to shriek its alarm, and while the men stand in fear, you smile. Thereâs static in the air.
Looking up you see El, with an arm outstretched, on the second floor. Her face is strained, her fingers clench in mid air. The look on her face is terrifying, and youâve never been happier to see blood drip down from her nose. She twists her arm and sends the car flying into the men. You duck as it crushes them, rolls over the tables and chairs in the center, before spiraling into the counter next to you. âShit!â
The alarm stops ringing. Everything falls silent. Slowly, you and everyone else stand up to inspect the damage. A tire rim rolls past, the Russians guards are sprawled on the ground, unmoving. Thereâs smoke from where the car has landed, and you let out a low whistle. âNice one, El.â
âEl?â Dustin turns around, wondering if heâs heard you right.
âSheâs up there,â you point to where she had been standing, but when you see Jonathan now standing next to her with Nancy, your heart stops. âJonathan.â
Youâre the first to start running, and when he sees that itâs you, Jonathan wastes no time running either. Heâs down the escalator in seconds. Your whole body buzzes as you run, adrenaline and longing coursing through you. The moment heâs close enough, you practically leap into his arms.
âBug,â he holds onto you tightly. He buries his face in your hair and you breathe him in. Itâs a familiar scent, a familiar warmth. You had been so focused on escaping the Russian base that you hadnât even considered that he and everyone else in the party couldâve been involved. âAre you okay?â
âIâm okay,â you tighten your arms around him, but when he makes a pained noise, you immediately pull away. Itâs then that you notice the swelling in his head. The dried blood. Pressing your fingers softly to his face, you fill with concern. âWhat happened, are you hurt?â
Jonathan tries to shrug it off. He doesnât care about what heâs been through. All he wants to focus on is that youâre okay, for once not covered in blood and bruises like he is. Wherever youâve been these last few days, at least he knows you werenât in any pain. âIâm fine, Iâll tell you everything laterââ
âYou flung that thing like a Hot Wheel!â Dustin exclaims to El, now joining you and Jonathan as the others gather around.Â
You donât leave Jonathanâs side as everyone starts talking at once. Lucas asks why Erica is involved, to which you wince at. âI tried stopping them.â
âItâs their fault.â Erica points at Steve and Robin, clearing your name in the process, which you appreciate her for.Â
Steve stands next to you now and puts his hands on his hips. He doesnât even try to deny that heâs the reason a ten year old girl ended up locked inside an underground Russian facility. âYeah, true. Totally true. Itâs absolutely our fault.âÂ
Robin asks what happened to the car and Dustin and Steve explain El to her. They quickly catch her up to speed about the girlâs power, and you feel bad for the teen. Itâs a lot of information to take in at once. Erica joins, having remembered her conversation with Dustin from earlier in the vents when he had explained the Upside Down to her.Â
Meanwhile, Nancy is focused on Robin. âIâm sorry, who are you?â
âThatâs Robin. Sheâs a friend.â You step between them. When Nancy sees that itâs you, she quickly looks away. She fidgets with her fingers, overwhelmed with shame and regret. She hasnât forgotten the cruelty she showed you a few days ago. You havenât forgotten either, but youâve never been one to hold anger towards others. Extending a kind smile, you nod at her. âHey, Nance.â
Nancy looks up, surprised, but smiles at you as well and itâs enough. Maybe one day youâll sort through the tension that never seems to leave you and the girl alone. Untangle the lines and threads that haunt both of you. For now, there are other things to worry about.Â
Steve has started explaining the Russians now, and quickly it becomes clear that youâve all been dealing with vastly different situations.Â
âRussians, what Russians?â Jonathan asks you with alarm.Â
âSee those guys laying over there?â Everyone looks at where youâre pointing, the men still knocked out on the ground. âRussians. We enjoyed twenty-four wonderful hours with them.â
âYeah, we ended up trapped in their secret base underneath Hawkins.â Dustin further explains, to which everyoneâs eyes widen at.Â
âIt was fun. Spent my birthday in mortal danger.â At the same time the kids all wish you a belated birthday, which you salute them for. âThanks, guys. Iâm just happy I wasnât gravely injured this time.â
âAnd that Steve finally kissed you.â Dustin unhelpfully adds before Steve is covering his mouth to shut him up. His face reddens, embarrassed and nervous. Jonathan is standing too close to him for comfort right now.
Nancy looks uncomfortable with this new information, Mike makes a disgusted sound, Max high fives you, Lucas cheers, Will gasps and looks nervously towards his brother, and Jonathan chokes on his own spit. Itâs truly a very wide array of reactions, all of which are expected to certain extents.Â
That doesnât stop you from hitting the back of Dustinâs head, though. âCan we focus on the Russians infiltrating Hawkins?â Dustin hits your shoulder in retaliation, but he knows youâre right. He turns to Mike, upset that he hadnât come sooner. âDidnât you get our code red?â
âYeah, but I couldnât understand half of what you were saying.â
The kids all start to argue and Steve joins in, making a remark about how heâs always bugging Dustin to watch for a low battery. More arguing follows. Lucas and the others demand to hear more about the Russians. As you try your best to explain everything, you notice from the corner of your eye El walking away from the group.
Her shoulders are drawn into her body, her breathing seems to be labored. You nudge Jonathan, pulling his attention away from the kids arguing, and point towards El. âWhat happened to her tonight?â
Jonathan is about to explain what theyâve been dealing with, but when El collapses onto the ground, you leave his side in a heartbeat to join her. Kneeling beside her, youâre cold with panic. Sheâs covered in sweat, her face is flushed. âEl? Sweetheart, whatâs happening?â
Mike and Jonathan are beside you now. Mike is in his own fit of panic, nearly ramming into you in his hurry to get to the girl. He turns her over onto her back, his face twisted with worry and fear. âEl! Whatâs wrong?â
The rest of the group stands around El now, staring down at her. She manages to open her eyes, but you can tell that it pains her to do so. âMy leg.â She rasps out, voice thick with tears.Â
âHer leg, okay.â Jonathan takes action, swiftly unraveling a bandage on her leg. You hadnât noticed it before. Thereâs a deep wound underneath the gauze, its blood has soaked through it. Nancy helps Jonathan with the bandage, and when they finally get it off, you almost throw up at the sight.Â
The flesh is raised, angry and swollen. Thereâs a giant gash in Elâs leg, deep and to the bone. The veins in her legs are dark and begin to constrict when something starts to move inside the wound; something is crawling inside her leg. Itâs a nauseating sight.
Mike starts to freak out even more. He doesnât understand whatâs happening. Heâs scared for the girl, his eyes fill with panic. Instinctively you pull him into your arms, tightening your hold as he fights against it.Â
Thatâs when El begins to scream.
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For the @steddie-spooktober day 16 prompt : âWould you please stop trying to scare them?â
rated: G | cw: none | tags: kids Eddie and Steve, Wayne Munson
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âEddie, kid, calm down.â Wayne says calmly with his hands on Eddieâs shoulders.
He has to try something, thatâs the fourth kid Eddie sent running screaming. Each time was after he showed off his dragon roar, mouth wide open through the face hole of his cardboard headpiece.
âWould you please stop trying to scare them? Or, just, not so hard yeah?â Wayne takes Eddieâs hand. The boy skipping unawares next to him down the street.
Wayne chuckles to himself, his nephew might be a handful but the kid is just too damn cute to not get away with it.
âOh! Iâve seen you!â Eddie shouts, pulling away from Wayne and sprinting up to a boy sitting alone on the curb. Heâs dressed like a mummy, sort of, wrapped up in toilet paper and with what looks like lipstick dotted around his face.
âIn the woods! We played castle remember?â Eddie says to the boy loudly.
The kid looks startled, eyes flicking from Wayne to Eddie and back again.
âStevie? This is mâuncle Wayne.â Eddie says sitting down beside the boy and finally lowering his voice.
The boy looks up at Wayne one last time before turning fully to Eddie. Lip trembling and eyes going all big. âI, I dunno where Sarah went Eddie! M I, Mâscared!â He wails, scooting forward as Eddieâs little arms come around him.
âWhoâs Sarah son?â Wayne asks, crouching by the two boys and pulling out a hanky.
âMâbabysitter, but she just went away!â Steve cries, still distressed and Wayne hushes him as he wiped at his face. Eddieâs now holding hands with him tightly, a look on his face like you couldnât get him to let go for anything.
âOk kid.â
âStevie.â Eddie corrects.
âOk, Stevie, do you know the way to your house from here?â Wayne asks.
Stevie nods, wiping at his runny nose with his sleeve.
âSo you come with Ed and me now, yeah? Weâll get you back home and you can wait for Sarah there, okay?â
âCan we stop at houses on the way?â Eddie asks, sitting up all exited. The reminder of candy has both boys smiling at each other.
âDonât see why not. But weâre heading towards Stevieâs house okay? Donât want anyone worrying.â Wayne mediates. Heâll be giving Sarah an earful to be more careful thatâs for sure. But he canât help be a little relieved that Eddie managed to make one friend tonight.
Wayne manages to wrangle the two boys up and in the right direction, falling a step behind. Eddie still hasnât let go of little Stevieâs hand.
âIâm a dragon. I can roar just like one wanna see?â Eddie asks.
Stevie nods, stopping to turn his full attention to Eddie.
Eddie roars, free hand up like a claw and voice as loud as he can make it.
Stevie just stands there, once itâs over he covers his mouth and giggles.
Eddie giggles back.
Wayneâs heart about damn near bursts.
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