#it's a billy and max heavy chapter

[imsodishy]

He feels scummy for thinking it but he knows this rumor is ultimately good for him. Even if Heather quashes it, like Harrington is sure she will, it's still going to stick in people’s heads as one of the top three things they know about him.

Billy Hargrove: From California. Beat the shit out of Steve Harrington (circumstances remain mysterious). Heard he banged two chicks at the same time (did he really? Probably not, but I heard it once.)

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No Time To Die [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Mother!Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: Max goes racing at Nürburgring and it doesn't end well.

Warning(s): Car crash, mention of concussion and fractured ribs

A/N: This was a tough chapter to write, my beta reader had to convince me that this was a good chapter to publish since I was so concerned by even the idea of this chapter.

Title taken from No Time To Die by Billie Eilish written to Wash. by Bon Iver.

Words: 9.7k

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NEWS

Gianpiero Lambiase to leave Oracle Red Bull Racing after Verstappen’s 2030 F1 Exit

15th January 2031

Early today Red Bull Racing announced that Gianpiero Lambiase would be leaving the team after 15 years. The same amount of time that Driver Max Verstappen has been at the team.

Lambiase worked with driver Daniil Kvyat and maintained his position within the team when Verstappen went to replace Kvyat in 2015. In 2022, Lambiase took over as Head of Race Engineering from Guillaume Roqueline for Red Bull,  while also retaining his role as race engineer to Verstappen.

Both Verstappen and Lambiase sat down with Red Bull’s Talking Bulls podcast after the start of the winter break. Verstappen giving his final goodbyes to the F1 team and Lambiase to let people know that he would be leaving to be Verstappen’s enginner in the coming WEC season.

“Max told me that he was planning on doing Word Endurance next year (2031), and he asked me if I would be interested in working with him and his team.”

“I wouldn’t let him say no,” Verstappen interjected.

Lambiase just laughed, “Yes, so with that I want to announce that I’ll be leaving the team to be able to work with Max as he moves into World Endurance.”

This poses the question of what Red Bull will do now with both the loss of Verstappen and Lambiase from the team. How will Horner fill in the role of both a top driver and a race engineer leaving the team in the same year?

📍Nürburgring Nürburg, Germany - Hour 6

Today was supposed to be an exciting day. It was Max’s first 24 hour endurance race at Nürburgring. The infamous Nordschleife was a staple when it came to racing endurance. At least that was what Max had told her.

Hour 6 of the race had just started and before she knew it, Max was in the car driving like any other race and then she heard an announcement about a collision between two cars show up on the screen. It looked like Max’s car, and it had barreled over three times before landing flat, hood up. A moment later marshals showed up to pull the driver out of the car and it was, Max. He was being pulled out and was leaning over before someone tried to help him stand straight up, but he looked like he couldn’t manage it.

Her eyes fell away from the screen to look at the kids, Nicole reaching for her first, “Mama?”

She had just opened her mouth when she spotted Christian walking towards them.

“What is going on?” She asked.

“Y/N,” he said a little too calmly for her liking. “There was a collision, Max and another driver who was driving for Porsche. The guy in the Porsche was breaking too early and collided with Max, they both went into the wall but Max’s car flipped a few times. We’re lucky that neither of them hurt anyone else. Max is being driven to the hospital as we speak.”

She could feel her stomach drop and then start to feel heavy. She needed to leave, she couldn’t be here. “I… I need to go to the hospital.” The kids. “Can you and Geri watch the kids? Until I find out if he’s okay?”

Christian just nodded. “Of course, Y/N. We’ll get someone to drive you and call me when you find out how he’s doing.”

She gave Christian a small nod back as a reply.

“Kids,” She calls them over, Nicole slipping her hand into Y/N’s. “I’m going to go to the hospital to check on Papa. You’re going to stay with Grandma and Grandpa, okay?”

“Mum,” She hears Nico say. “Is Dad going to be okay?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll find out when I go to the hospital.”

“Mum, it looked bad-” Nico started to say.

“Don’t watch the footage yet, okay. Let me check on him first,” Y/N reached for Nico and kissed his forehead and then pulled the younger kids in for a hug.

“Be good for Grandma and Grandpa.”She said, she walked Nicole over to Geri, and Geri took the little girls hand before Y/N moved to leave the track and was led to a car by Max’s trainer who insisted on going with her to the hospital. It was hard to sit in the car, in the defining silence with neither her or Rupert talking as he drove.

Her phone flashed with a notification text from a few people:

Sophie Daniel Victoria Lando Charles

She didn’t open any of their messages, just pushed the notifications away to a photo of her and Max. He had been in his new team Verstappen race suit on his first day of testing for the year. She normally didn’t go with him so he could concentrate on work but she couldn’t shake the feeling like she needed to be there this time.

Lulham had taken their picture, Max was standing behind her smiling after Chris had made a joke to get Max to smile. Max had pulled her tightly into his chest and then buried his head into her shoulder before saying, “Okay, enough. Anymore of this and we will all be old by the time a good picture is taken.”

She had kissed Max on the cheek and then let him go. “Have fun,” and then mouthed the words I love you.

She left Max and Chris so they could get ready to get into their cars and walked by GP and said to him, “Keep Max in one piece.”

The Brit replied, “You know I will, Y/N. I’ll take care of him while he’s out there.”

She gave him a nod moving further into the garage and sat out of the way of the engineers and mechanics.

“You know he’ll be okay.” Rupert said as they got closer to the hospital.

“You mean now or eventually?” She had asked him. Not every driver made it out of accidents unscathed. She couldn’t think of there possibly being something truly wrong with Max.

Rupert said nothing the rest of the drive. Her leg started to shake for a bit before Rupert finally pulled up to the hospital. She had the self-restraint to let Rupert park the car before walking into the hospital and going to the reception desk to ask about Max.

She walked up to the information desk before an older woman who was about Sophie’s age looked at her. “Can I help you?” The woman had asked.

“Yes, my husband was just brought in… He was in an… accident.” She paused at the word, having to use a word that was unfamiliar to the German that she would occasionally hear.

“What’s his name?” She quickly switched to English, probably noticing that she was struggling with her words a little.

“Max Verstappen.” She said and then started to turn her wedding and engagement ring around her ring finger with her thumb.

The nurse's eyes went wide when hearing Max’s name. “Right,” The nurse said and reached for something on the desk. “I’ll make a call and ask. Do you want me to get you anything, Mrs. Verstappen?”

Y/N just shook her head no. “I just need to know that he’s okay.”

“Of course,” She said with a nod and then pulled up the phone to her ear. “Yes, trauma ward? Was there a man in his early to mid 30s just brought in?”

Y/N waited with baited breath to hear what she had to say.

“Yes, he’s in… they’re doing a CT scan. Yes, I know who he is. I’m looking at his wife right now… Okay I’ll let her know.” She had put the phone down. “He’s on the third floor, use those elevators,” she said pointing to her left. “Click three and then take a right until you reach the doors that say trauma ward. They’re still running some tests but there will be a doctor to greet you once they’re finished up with him.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said quickly before following the nurses instructions and went up to the third floor. The sign up ahead that read trauma ward made her feel a little lightheaded. She managed to find a seat just outside of the set of double doors and pulled out her phone to text Rupert where she was.

Eventually Rupert joined her sitting to her left side on the phone with someone from the team. “Yeah we’re still waiting on news… They seem to be taking their time.”

She really should have talked to Victoria or Sophie but she didn’t have any news about how Max was doing and didn’t want to call them without knowing if he was going to be alright.

“Family of Max Verstappen?” A soft voice said. Y/N looked up to see a young woman in a set of scrubs and a lab coat holding a metal-like folder.

Y/N moved from her seat, “I’m his wife.”

The female doctor moved closer to her, “And this is…” slightly pointing at Rupert.

“His trainer.”

“Ah, this will make it easier then. You showed up right as we were taking Mr. Verstappen to get his CT-scan.”

“Head injury?” Rupert asked.

“Mild concussion, he should be okay in a week or two. However, after they pulled him from the car he seemed to be nursing his ribs, we did an x-ray and there is some bruising on his upper ribs which will take a few weeks to heal.”

“And besides that?” Y/N asked.

“We don’t know, we’ve given him some pain medication and he’s asleep for now. He should wake up in a few hours. But he’ll be fine after his injuries heal.”

Rupert nodded and then Y/N followed in suit. “He’s on the second floor, I’ll take you to his room so you can see him.”

Her and Rupert followed the doctor to the floor below before being taken to a white door. Y/N looked into the room to see Max’s asleep, his eyes closed and on his back.

“Can I ask you a few more questions about what I’ll need to get ready for him in the coming weeks?” Rupert asked the doctor.

“Sure,” The doctor had said leaving her outside of Max’s hospital room.

She slowly opened the door moving to his side, she had pulled up the chair that was resting against the far wall before reaching for Max’s limp hand. The only comfort she had was the sound of the heart monitor in the background giving off a steady deep, deep, deep.

She gripped his hand in her’s giving it a small squeeze before hearing, “Uhh.”

Max’s voice made the sound of the heart monitor in the room diminish.

“Hey, hey.” She said trying to meet his eyes noticing a small cut by his left eyebrow and his cheek had a small bruise.

He looked around the room for a moment, his fingers clasped around her hand in a vice.

“Max, Maxy,” She kept saying before his eyes finally landed on her. She saw his pupils diminish at a scary rate.

“Mijn…” He started to speak taking in a deep breath.

He moved his head up very slowly.

“Don’t move to much, Rupert is going to be back in a few. He’s talking to the doctor.” She said. She saw that Max was trying to nod but that he was struggling.

It was hard to watch him like this. A few tears fell and she felt his hand grip her’s. She let out a shaky breath.

“I’m so happy that you’re okay. I saw the replay of the car flip-” She didn’t bother finishing her sentence as Max’s eyes met her’s. He reached his hand up a little brushing the tears that were now staining her cheek away.

“How bad?” He asked.

“It looks worse from the drone view.” She started to say before she heard the door open to see Rupert and the doctor come through the door.

“Well look who’s awake,” The doctor said. “Any pain Max? In your neck or eyes?”

“A bit in my neck,” Max slowly answered with his words slightly slurring.

“Worse then 2021?” Rupert asked.

Max slowly shook his head. “Not like that, more like it’s sore.”

The doctor nodded, “That’s good that it isn’t like your last accident.”

The doctor looked down at the folder in her hands, “Well since your wife and trainer are here, I can tell you that your concussion isn’t severe. Stay away from looking at a screen for a week or two. Your ribs are also bruised, so you can’t have to much exercise, so light walking to start with. Your ribs should take six weeks to heal. I’ll recommend you a doctor for when you go home and they can take another look and see how things are going.”

Max mostly starred at the doctor before glancing at Rupert. She knew what Max was thinking, he did all the work over the last few months only for this to happen. He couldn’t race 24 Hours of Le Mans with his injury now.

“I know Max,” Rupert said looking at him. “Get some rest, your kids will be by in a bit. We’ll talk about the rest later.”

Max dropped his head and then peaked up at her through his lashes, as if he was ashamed of something. Rupert walked out of the room after gesturing to his phone and left them alone.

“Max,” She reached up to cup his cheek. “Do you want me to leave you in here. I need to call Sophie and then check in to see if Christian has already left the track with the kids.”

He just shook his head no, dropped his head back to his pillow and then slowly closed his eyes.

“Okay, I’m going to call her first. Can I put her on speaker?”

Max nodded, “If it’s too much for you, just squeeze my hand.”

Max said nothing before Y/N pulled away from him a little to dial Sophie’s number. The dial tone rang for a few seconds before she heard the familiar voice of her mother-in-law, “Y/N?”

“Sophie?” She asked back.

“Are you still at the track? Do you have news about our boy?” Max’s eyes met hers.

“I’m at the hospital with him, he’s awake, has some pretty bad bruises and a concussion, other than that he seems okay.”

Y/N could hear a little commotion from the phone and Sophie’s voice talking to someone.

“Y/N,” Victoria’s voice came through next.

“Yeah, still here.” She said looking at Max’s peaceful face.

“Are the kids with you?” She asked.

“No they’re with Geri and Christian, but they’ll be at the hospital soon.”

“Great, just gives you the opportunity to do what Max hates most,” Y/N couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle, Max did hate being fussed over. “If I were on the track I would have made Arvidson pay.”

Y/N held Max’s gaze and saw a small smile start to spread over Max’s lips. She leaned in a little closer and kissed the back of Max’s hand, his wedding ring was missing. Probably still with Rupert, she thought.

“Victoria!” She heard Sophie yell through the phone. “You should not say these things!”

“Mum!” The rest of what Victoria said seemed to be inaudible for a few moments.

“Victoria, it’s okay. Max can hear you,” She said to stop Sophie and Victoria from continuing their conversation.

“See, she understands.” Y/N heard Victoria say.

Y/N just shook her head. Was it odd for Y/N to hope that her and Nicole could one day have a relationship like this when her daughter was older?

“Should we come by when Max is a little more awake? I know he’ll be out of it still but-” Sophie didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence.

“Yeah, maybe after the kids get here. I’m not sure if you all can stay and I don’t want to just dump them on you.”

“You are never dumping my grandchildren on me.”

Y/N dropped her eyes to Max’s lap feeling guilty for a moment. She knew that Sophie didn’t see it that way. She just needed to focus on Max right now.

“I know,” She quickly. “I know, I just don’t want you to have to fly out. We’re hoping that the doctor will let us know when Max can go home so you don’t have to fly out here.” She felt Max give her hand a firm squeeze.

“Well keep us posted. And tell Max we love him.”

“Yeah, I will.” She said after ending the call and looking up at Max, pulling her phone away from the bed and open up her phone contacts.

“I…” She says and moves to get out of her chair. “I still need to call Christian.”

“Mijn leeuwin,” He said stopping her from moving. “Can calling him wait?”

She nods at him and then looks at her phone to see that Christian had already texted her.

“Christian and Geri are on the way with the kids,” She said laying her phone screen down. “I’ll text him in a minute. He sends his best.”

“I know what you are doing.” Is all Max has to say for her to take a deep breath and calm down a little.

She ends up text Christian back a few moments later,

It took almost an hour for Christian and Geri to get here. They walked into the room first with the kids following after them.

“Dad,” Nico said as he saw Max lying in the bed.

“Papa,” Niki said moving towards Max and reached to hug him. Max let out a small groan as Niki tightened his arms around Max.

Nicole went over to her and moved to try to sit in her lap, Y/N pulled her further into her lap. Nik reached over and gave Max a loose hug.

“I saw the crash,” Nico said after Nik had pulled away from Max.

Max and Y/N looked up at Christian, “I tried to stop him from watching it. He wouldn’t listen.”

Nicole buried her head into Y/N’s shoulder, and let out a tiny sob.

“Nicole,” Max said, reaching for her little hand.

“Baby,” Y/N said, “Do you want to give Papa a hug?”

Nicole shook her head no. “Don’t want to hurt Papa.”

Y/N picked Nicole up and set her on the bed next to Max waiting to see if she would reach over and hug him.

“Schat,” Max said slightly opening his arms for her. “Please.”

Nicole relented at Max’s plea and reached her little arms around his neck to hug him. Y/N could tell that she wasn’t hugging him with her normal strength, being extra careful. 

It took a moment but Y/N could hear Nicole start to fully cry. Max’s hand went to Nicole’s head gently stroking her hair, “I’m okay, schatje. I’ll be fine.” he said doing his best to comfort her.

“It looked worse then it was,” Christian chined in.

The crash did look pretty bad, the Porsche driver had clipped Max’s front bumper and it sent him spiraling three times over into the barricade, Max was lucky that the car didn’t end up landing on it’s hood but still right side up.

“There is already an investigation going on, should hear back in a day or two.” He continued.

Max just looked up from Nicole and gave him a small nod. This could all be talked about later.

“What happened to the other driver?” Nico asked.

“According to the marshals that were at the sight of the crash, he was fine. Turned a little awkwardly and ended up loosing one of his rear tires but got out of the car without a scratch.”

That just seemed unfair, the guy had clipped Max’s front bumper causing Max to have a concussion and bruised ribs and he got to walk away without a single scratch on him.

It took a few more minutes for Nicole to settle down. Her head was now resting on Max’s lap having exhausted herself from crying. One of the nurses had pulled another chair into Max’s room, Niki and Nik did their best to both occupy the chair. Nico was now in Y/N’s seat at Max’s side, talking his ear off about something that she wasn’t paying attention to.

“When can he go home?” Y/N asked the doctor as they stood outside of Max’s hospital room.

“I would say tomorrow, we want to keep him overnight for some more observation but we’ll do another check in the morning and if we like what we see he’ll be able to go home.”

Y/N nodded at her, “And your sure that his concussion won’t get worse? I know that he had one before and it took several months to heal.”

The doctor pulled her away from Max’s door a little more. “From what Mr. Manwarning told me, the force of this crash isn’t nearly as bad as the one in 2021. It’s still a concern, not because of the amount of force he experienced but that the car flipped so many times. I know that your husband had some issues with his sight but since he won’t be racing while his ribs heal, his concussion should go away much faster than before.”

Y/N was quick to nod at the doctor and thanked her. She turned back towards Max’s room looking in on her family. She doesn’t know what she would have done if Max’s injuries were significantly more severe.

Three weeks later 📍Sint-Genesius-Rode, Belgium

“I know you think your fine Max, but you heard the doctor. Your ribs aren’t healed enough for you to get into that car.” She said to him as they stood in the living room of the house after getting back from Max’s doctor’s appointment.

“I will be fine,” He insisted.

“I don’t care if you will be fine.” She said taking in a short breath. “I… I can’t raise 4 children by myself Max. It’s not fair to them and it’s not fair to me when you can be here instead of possibly getting into another accident when you’re still injured.” She says moving closer to him.

“It’s not my fault that Arvidson crashed into me, I didn’t ask for this to happen.” He insists.

“I know that, but please Max. Can’t you wait to do Le Mans next year, just until your ribs are fully healed?” She pleads as she stands close to him.

“No! I am perfectly able to drive, I don’t care that my ribs aren’t all the way healed.” 

Max didn’t feel like telling her that she was right, his ribs didn’t feel the best and his eyes were giving him small problems when he had tried driving on the sim this past week. It was hard to sit in the sim for more than two hours without feeling like he was in pain. Rupert told him that he was making good progress but still needed a bit more time.

Le Mans was less than three weeks away, if he was going to pull out and have someone replace him, it would need to be now, and he would need to tell the team in the next few days. He couldn’t keep them waiting for updates on if he could race or not.

He could hear her footsteps retreating from the room as she said nothing. He heard her bag and keys being pick up.

“Where are you going?” He asked slowly walking towards the entry way of the house.

“To talk to your mother, she seems like the only person in this family who has any sense about getting injured and not racing.” She said, her eyes brimmed with tears before grabbing the door handle of the front door and shutting it behind her.

He just shook his head at where she was standing and slowly moved back into the living room. He was cleared to look at a screen a week ago and he could play video games since the kids where in school. He could call Raymond and ask about how Thierry was doing in GT3, if they were having problems and needed help. Could he even handle driving in a GT3 car?

If I can’t drive in a GT3 car, how are I going to drive in a LMP2 car? He thought. At least three, three hours stints over 24 hours. I should be fine.

He keeps telling himself that, I should be fine. I will be fine.

It takes three hours before his phone goes off. The kids need to be picked up in an hour, Nicole and Nik from daycare, and the older boys from primary school. He check the caller ID;

MUM

He was expecting Y/N to call him instead. Why is his mum calling him?

He swipes to answer, “Hi Mum?” He says.

“Max.” She answers, and he already doesn’t like the sound of her voice. “I just wanted to call and let you know that Y/N and I talked. She told me your still going to compete at Le Mans even though your still injured.”

He let out a heavy breath. Was this his mother’s way of scolding him since she didn’t have many opportunities to do it while he was a child?

“She doesn’t understand,” He started to say.

“She doesn’t have to, she’s your wife.” He knows that his mother is going to take her side of this argument even if she understands what racing is like. “Being married is a partnership, like you have with GP when you are in the car. She is looking out for you now because she knows if she doesn’t, there is a chance that you can hurt yourself or someone else.”

He can’t help but slightly stare off at the cream walls of the living room, “Your wife is tough, we all know it. You even say it every time you call her that obnoxious pet name.”

Mijn Leeuwin 

It had been the perfect moniker to give her, she was a protective lioness, his wife. He knew this when he married her. He knew this when she had adopted Nico as her own. He just never felt like this extended to him… It had never felt like it had been about him before.

“How would you feel Max if she got hurt and you knew that you could have done something to stop it?” She asked.

“I-” He tried to speak. He could only swallow down what felt like a rock stuck in his throat. That had almost happened when Nicole was born. Why did that one nurse not want to listening to him?

“She’s trying not to lose you Max.” She said and he could hear her breath out into the receiver. “Racing is dangerous, she doesn’t want to lose you and make my grandchildren lose their father in the process.”

“Mum,” He starts to say. “I… Rupert has been telling me that I’ve been healing well.” Is all he can manage to say.

She lets out a sigh. “I know what Rupert has been saying, but do you think that you’ll be able to sit in the car and race?”

He starts to let his shoulder slump forward. “I… I don’t know.” He says, and then cave in a bit at his confession.

“There is nothing wrong with not doing this race Max.” She says. “You can always do Le Mans next year when you aren’t injured.” His mother’s words are kinder then Y/N’s question from this earlier in the day, but there is no tone of pleading. She isn’t trying to talk him out of this.

He knows that she’s trying to tell him that it’ll be better in the long run, more time to heal, more time to practice, every other possible endurance race to enter if his injuries heal in another 6 weeks. Another chance at 24 hours of Nürburgring next year with Arvidson out of the way.

“I’ll call the team and talk to them, see what they say,” He knows what the team will say. If your still injured and it’s still that bad we’ll get another driver to race. Lulham, Thierry. We’ll figure it out, just get better Max. He doesn’t like disappointing people. He doesn’t…

Max doesn’t want to put this off anymore, he wants to race Le Mans. It’s the last thing before he knows that he’s accomplished all that he wants to for the time being. Because he knows that there will always be another category to race in, another challenge, but this has been the one thing he has been chasing since he won his fourth World Drivers Championship in F1. It feels like the last hurdle. Race Le Mans, podium at Le Mans, win Le Mans. No one else but him, his team, and the car. The way it should be. No other noise but the engine in his ears. It’s all he can ask for. 

And right now it’s too much to ask for with his injury in the way.

“Can you ask Y/N to come home?” He asks his mother.

“Of course, Max. I’ll ask her, she’s just about to pick up the kids, so you’ll see her soon.”

Max closed his eyes at her words. He was hoping that he would get to talk to her before the kids needed to be picked up.

“Can you tell her that… that I love her.” He waits in utter silence for his mother to say something.

“She knows Max.” Sophie says to him. He knows that Y/N heard him. Now, he just needs to wait for her to get home. So they can talk about this.

It had been easy to sit for those three hours earlier, now it feels like time is passing by too slow. He keeps checking the time on his Rolex and rotating his wedding ring around his finger, looking at the way that the blue and black weaved carbon fiber mixed with the titanium outer-band. He hasn’t taken it off since Rupert had given it back to him when he was still in the hospital.

He can hear the sound of tires pulling into the driveway and keeps sitting on the couch waiting for everyone to come inside.

The sound of the door opens and then feet pile into the tile flooring of the entry way of the house. He hears bags being drop and shoes falling.

“I’m going to start dinner.” Y/N says slipping her shoes off.

She only spares him a glance as she walks to the kitchen. She’s avoiding him, avoiding what she thinks will be an argument. She is obviously sick of fighting with him about this.

The kids make their way into the living room with a chorus of greetings and half hugs knowing that he’s still not all the way healed.

“Are you mad at Papa?” Nicole asked as they were sitting at the table in the kitchen for dinner. Nico looked over at her with Niki and Nik sharing a glance.

Max’s eyes went wide at Nicole’s question.

“I’m not mad at Papa, I’m just worried that Papa’s still injured.” Y/N answers with her fork falling into her plate.

“Can’t you just kiss it better?” She asked sweetly.

“No sweetie, I can’t.” There was no way for Y/N to kiss his ribs and make them heal faster.

“But you can when I get scrapes on my knees.” Unfortunately Nicole’s bumps and bruises from running around the backyard weren’t the same as his fractured ribs.

“I know, but Papa’s injury is more severe. His body is still healing, but he’ll be okay.” Y/N glances at him through her lashes. He can see what she’s trying to say. See, I can’t do this on my own. I can’t do this without you.

Max can feel a knot growing in his stomach.

“What’s severe?” Nik asked while pushing his vegetables around the plate.

“It means that something is very serious and shouldn’t be taken lightly.” She does her best to explain.

The rest of dinner is quiet aside from forks and knives hitting plates.

“Does that mean that you’ll both still tuck me in for bed?” Nicole speaks up while clearing off the last of her carrots but only after they’ve been dipped in ranch dressing.

“Of course,” He answers. “Mama and I will still tuck you in.” He can already tell that Nicole is going to try to climb into bed with them at some point tonight.

Max is able to clear all of the plates off the table while the kids went to play before bed. He could mange to walk everything over to the sink but as soon as he starts to reach down to load the dishwasher he can feel an odd twinge coming from his injury. Rupert had said that the unexpected twinges of pain would go away in the next few days.

He can hear Y/N’s house slippers against the Italian marble flooring.

“Go sit on the couch, I’ll finish cleaning up.” She moves to stand at his side with her hand already reaching into the sink, her manicured fingers sinking into the food grimed water. 

He nods but doesn’t want to. She cooked so he was supposed to clean after. He was finally feeling up to it instead of just letting her take care of it like she had been since he had come home from Germany.

“I-” He tires to say. I should be the one taking care of this, not you. He wants to say. “I’m going to call the team tomorrow, let them know that I’m not doing Le Mans this year.”

Max can hear the clatter of utensils in the sink. He can feel her eyes on him and then hears her feet getting closer to him.

“Don’t do this for me,” She says. “Don’t tell me what I want to hear.”

What? He thinks, A few hours ago you wanted me to not do La Mans. Now you are okay with me racing injured?

“I don’t understand you.” He says shaking his head. “You wanted me not to race injured, now I said that I’m not.”

She takes a breath, “Exactly Max, because I asked you not to. Not because you know that it’s the wrong thing to do.”

Well she wasn’t entirely wrong. Yes, she was asking him not to race and he wasn’t going to after talking with his mum.

“It’s not wrong though. I know once I am in the car I will be fine. I will have the team looking out for me. I’m a race car driver Y/N, it’s who I am.”

“And I love that you are who you are Max, but sometimes I think that you have no concern for your own safety and it terrifies me.”

He wants to roll his eyes but knows that will only make her more upset.

“Well I won’t be racing forever.” He starts to say looking away from her. “It’s one last race. Who cares if I do it injured.”

“I do,” She says with a slight sob escaping from her lips. “I care Max.”

He closes his eyes, he immediately knows that was the wrong thing to say to her.

He takes a few steps closer to her and is careful about taking her into his arms, partially because of his ribs and also because he’s not sure is she wants him to touch her right now.

Her sobs slowly turn to full on crying. He pulls her from the kitchen and into the backyard of the house so they can sit at the bench by the pool. He doesn’t want the kids to see her this upset. He knows that it’s his fault, that he can’t let this go. She sits in his lap and he does his best not to flinch as she puts pressure on his ribs with her arms around his neck.

The only thing he feels like he can do is wait for her to stop crying, so he at least can explain to her why he feels like he needs to do this now. It breaks his heart to hear her cry. That she is this concerned with his health that it leads her to tears.

He can remember one of the first conversations that they had when he first thought about proposing. That if they were to get married, this would be it. Divorce was never an option. She didn’t believe in it and he didn’t want to put Nico through loosing a mother for a second time, even if he never knew it.

“I won’t race at Le Mans in the next couple weeks.” He starts muttering into her hair. “I’ll call the team and let them know that I’m too injured to race.” He can’t help but stumble a little with his words. He doesn’t want to say them. He doesn’t want to just give up and not push through this like he has been taught to since the first time that Jos had put him in a kart. It’s not who he is as a driver, but… when it comes to his family, and his wife. He has to put them first.

This is just one battle that he can’t win right now.

His words seem to make her crying dissipate. She hasn’t pulled away from him yet with her head still buried in his shoulder.

“Mijn,” He starts again. “Mijn liefde, please. I just need you to know that once I do this. Once I race at Le Mans,” Whenever that it, he thinks. “that will be it. I’ll be done racing until the kids are older.”

It’s hard to say those words and admit it to her. It’s hard to let go and know that Le Mans will be the end, for now. There will always be another category for him to compete in but while the kids are still growing up he can focus on them and Verstappen.com.

He can finally feel her pull away from him and tries to meet her eyes. They’re red rimmed from crying and he feels his heart grow heavy in milliseconds. He ignores that the pressure she was putting on his ribs has gone away.

“What do you mean, you’ll be done?” She croakes out.

“I of course mean no more travel unless I’m taking Nico to races or Verstappen.com needs me for something. I’ll be home a lot more.” He clarifies for her.

“Max,” She starts to say and reaches to cup his face in her hands. He looks into her eyes and can read every question that she has for him in them. The why nows? And What about the other races you’ve wanted to do? These are questions he wouldn’t mind answering. He just doesn’t want to answer the question of, Will doing this now actually be how you want this to go?

“This is why I want to do this now. I do this now, I can start to be at home more.”

“I thought that you wanted to have a real chance at winning? Not just be able to partake in the race?”

“I do-” He sighs.

“Then wait a year. Just… wait a year Max. If you want to do this, race at Le Mans and have a chance to win, do it next yeat.”

He hears her move to sit up on the bench a little more. “You know I would never ask you to give up racing Max. I just, your not invincible and I just want to make sure that if you do go and race, you won’t be injured and can do your best.”

He lets out a small huff through his nose and then drops his head to her shoulder. “If I were to race now, I don’t think I could stay in the car for more then one stint.” He admits. “I can’t disappoint them.”

He feels her arms around his shoulder and her fingers sinking into his hair.

“You won’t,” Petting his hair and moving back as she gestures for him to put his head in her lap. He lets his head fall back, “Putting your health first doesn’t make you a disappointment Max. No matter what anyone says.”

They just sit there for a while letting the air settle around them. By the time they managed to make it into the house it had grow dark outside, neither of them seemed to notice.

Walking back into the house feels like it takes so much effort. There is still noise coming from the TV, and Max peaks into the kitchen to see the sink still full with dishes.

He looks at his watch and sees that it reads 8:34, too late for most of the kids to still be up.

He has to force his hand to let go of Y/N’s so he can look into the living room and see that Nicole has her head pressed into a throw pillow, Nico still up with a video game controller in his hands. Niki and Nik were busy with their lego sets.

Y/N clears her throat, “Time for bed.”

“But Mum, it’s Friday.” Nico says. “Can we stay up a little longer?”

Max knows that Y/N wants to say no, to just tell them to go to bed so that so can they and start tomorrow with a clear head.

“You can stay up for another hour.” He answers for her. “But bed right after. I mean it Nico, I want you off that Playstation because we still have to go to the track tomorrow.”

Just because he can’t race doesn’t mean that Nico doesn’t have practice tomorrow.

“8 am?” Nico asks.

Max just nods at him and then walks into the room and is careful about lifting Nicole so he can take her up to bed.

Y/N opens her arms to take Nicole from him but he just shakes his head. Y/N walks with Niki and Nik so they can go to bed, they should have been in bed at 8. Max takes his time on the stairs as he holds Nicole, they both meet up at Nicole’s room and he places her into her bed, Y/N pulling out her pajamas while he pulls back the pink sheets. Y/N changes her and he reaches for one of her many stuffed animals and then place a little stuffed grey cat into his daughters waiting arms before they both tuck her into her sheets.

Max kisses her on her forehead and Y/N follows suit before they both see Nicole nuzzle into her pillow to tired to wake up. Y/N moves out of the room first already reaching to turn off the light switch and all Max can do is look at his daughter and see his wife in her. Her hair spread out over her pillow, and he knows if he saw his own eyes looking back at him once he had come into the house he would have sworn to never step foot into another race car again.

Max lays his hand over Y/N’s on the light switch and then both press it at the same time leaving the door wide open before walking to the main hallway making their way to the owners wing of the house.

They go about their nightly routine, changing out of clothes and putting them in the laundry. They brush their teeth in front of the sink standing next to one another, Max reaching for the cream that has slowly been helping the visible bruises on his ribs go away. He sees her in one moment and then she’s gone the next. He closes his eyes and tries to hear her footsteps against the wood flooring. She’s already moving to get into bed.

He puts the cap back on the container and slowly walks into the bedroom. The light on her nightstand is the only things illuminating the room, her hair falling around her face, her eyes a little clearer but obviously still very tired.

He climbed under the sheets, she turns the light off, and he pulls her into his chest before taking a deep breath with the scent of her shampoo making it easy for his eyes to grow heavy.

This is home. With Nicole asleep down the hall, Nico still playing video games. Niki and Nik asleep upstairs.

She pulls away from him and then turns on her side.

“Turn over.” She mutters. Max looks at her for a second wondering why. She lays her hand over his shoulder as if she wants to push him onto his chest and then slowly rolls on his side before she moves closer to him, her arm lightly over his waist and then he can feel her pressing her face into the back of his neck. She’s doing this because she felt him flinch earlier when they were outside. Because she knows that if he ends up holding her it will only cause him more pain.

It takes a while for Max to feel like he can close his eyes and fall asleep until he hears light footsteps coming down the hall and then heard the door of the master bedroom creak open. He opens one eye to see Nicole in her pink pajamas with her little grey cat spilling over her little arms.

“Papa?” She asks standing by his side of the bed. He already knows what she’s going to ask and pulls the sheets back for her to climb into their bed. He does his best to pick her up as their bed is quiet high off the gowned and tucks her into their sheets.

She curls up at his side and places her head against his arm. He lets a breath out as he does his best to hold his girls. He closes his eyes one more time and tries to let sleep take him.

The day before 24 Hours of Le Mans June 13th, 2031

Max had just gotten off the phone with Lully, he was already in France for the race. He sounded excited for tomorrow when there was the ring of the doorbell.

“Hey Chris, give me a second.” He said into the phone. He opened the door for the mail guy to be holding a large box and looked to read who the return address was from;

Harry Winston 29 Av. Montaigne, 75008, Paris France

He realized what was in the box. His apology gift to Y/N.

“Thanks.” He said to mail guy and signed for the package.

He brought the box into the house and then went up to the second floor to put it into the master closet. He would give it to her after she was done with work.

The kids were with his Mum for the weekend.

“I’m back.” He said into the phone.

“Yeah mate, the track looks great.” Chris said. “Still sucks that you won’t be able to race with us this weekend.”

“Less pressure for you and Therry,” He sighed with a half-smile. “There is always next year, and it lets me know how competitive we are right now.”

“You make a good point,” Chris paused. “I’m being called over by the one of the engineers, I got to go Max.”

“Of course Chris,” Max moved to walk into the backyard. “Have a good race. I’ll be watching tomorrow.”

“Sure, talk to you later mate.”

“Bye.” Max pulled the phone away from his ear and let out a deep sigh.

He wanted to be in France but his last appointment with his doctor was this morning and he found out that everything was going well and his injuries were almost fully healed, another week and he could go back to a normal routine again.

The doctor had mentioned that his recover time was taking a little longer then it should but Max wasn’t having issues leaning down and had stopped flinching from pain a little over two weeks ago.

He should be fully cleared to race just in time for 6 Hours of São Paulo in a month.

Max looked down at his watch and saw that he needed to still order dinner. Even after all of these years living in a house with children he was still horrible in the kitchen and didn’t want to put Y/N through one of his cooking disasters.

He opened up his phone and called a restaurant in the city that he knew would be willing to deliver to the house before walking back downstairs to set the table and pull out a bottle of wine for them to drink. He still preferred a gin and tonic or a beer but he was willing to drink a glass of wine every once in a while.

He had gone to the master bathroom afterwards, took a quick shower and trimmed his beard that he had forgone taking care of after his accident. He cut it short enough that it was a little longer then his usual 2 day stubble and then left if before reaching for a barely used bottle of Bulgari cologne.

Max was just about to step out of the bathroom when the door opened to Y/N pulling her hair out of an updo, she was out of her at home sweats in a thin silk robe.

“I was going to offer to join you,” She said with a small wicked smile.

“Not fast enough,” He replied. “I have to let the delivery guy in.”

He moved to take a sidestep so she could enter the bathroom.

“I’ll meet you down there,” She hollered as he left her standing there. Max moved into their closet, quickly peaked into the drawer where his t-shirts were to see the unpackaged Harry Winston box still in place.

He took out a small knife that he had been gifted the father’s day before last and cut open the outer white box before revealing a navy blue velvet box. He slipped it back into the drawer, left the white box by the stairs to take with him when he went back downstairs and then put on a pair of loose casual pants and a thin knit sweater.

He put his feet into a pair of slippers and then took the box with him as he felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his pants. He pulled it out to see the familiar Belgian area code and picked it up.

He heard the voice of the delivery driver telling him that he would meet him at the gate to collect the food. Grabbing his keys after placing the phone down, Max moved to throw the box into the recycling bin. He opened the side door to the food delivery driver and paid him before walking back into the house with his food order in tow.

He made the short trek past the garage laying out the food on the table between the pool and paddle court. Y/N came down to join him a few minuets later in a short red summer dress, short black heels. In her right hand, she carried the bottle of wine her husband mistakenly left in the kitchen. The stems of two wine glasses dangled downward in between the fingers of other hand.

They sat through their dinner eating, drinking with a comfortable casual small talk throughout the night. Their plates were clear and half the bottle of wine gone when he pulled her from her chair and into his arms so they could dance.

The night had grown dark a while ago, the outdoor lights by the pool illuminating their every step.

“You know, sometimes I forget that you can dance.” She said to him.

He stepped away to turn her and then felt her hand on his shoulder again. “Only sometimes?” He asked. She nodded back at him.

“When was the last time we dance?” He lifted his head as he looked into her eyes.

“The last FIA gala we went to. We definitely only stayed long enough to eat, and for you to accept your award before we went back to the hotel.” She answered.

“I kind of miss it.” He said. He saw her eyebrows go up a little. “Not for what you think. It was nice to go and see you dressed up, and we were on a little vacation without the kids.”

“Well, I can dress up for you anytime. Just ask,” Max let his hands drop a little lower on her waist. “But we both know that a weekend away is hardly a vacation.”

“When was the last time that we went on a vacation with just us?”

“Maybe after Nik was born?” Her voice sounded unsure. “It’s why we went back to Greece after Nicole was born. I remember that much.”

Max’s face twisted in discontent, “That means we haven’t been on a vacation since then.”

“We do have four kids. Can’t exactly drop them off and go gallivant across the world.”

“If we didn’t love them so much we probably would.”

“We would because I would go anywhere with you,” She said and lightly pecked him on the lips. He leans down a little to kiss the crown of her head as pulls her into his chest. He can’t help but let out a heavy breath.

“I… I got you something,” He says and then clears his throat. “It’s upstairs.”

She pulls away a little to look at him. They manage to clear off the table and lock the door to the backyard so the cats don’t get out before he takes her hand leading her upstairs to their closet. He blocks her from seeing the box once their inside of the closet.

“Close your eyes,” He whispers into her ear. He helps her so she’s standing in front of the full length mirror before reaching to unclasp the box, then the necklace and then places it on her neck. The white gold is cold against his fingertips as he tried to do up the clasp and let the heavy necklace sit on her neck. It looks better on her then he could imagine.

“You can open your eyes.” He says as he stands behind her.

She opens her eyes and he can see that they drop down to her neck.

“You got me a similar pair of earrings for Christmas.” She says a little in awe.

He can only nod. The earrings he had bought when he was looking at a birthday gift for her last year. He had always intended to buy her the matching necklace later. He had no desire or intention to let her in on the secret that what she was wearing around her neck was twice the amount he ended up paying for her engagement ring. The sapphire that sat in the middle of the diamond necklace adorned her neck.

“This is my apology gift to you,” He says. “I know that dealing with me since my accident hasn’t been easy and I-”

“Max you don’t have to apologize for me taking care of you,” She says and then drops her hand to the necklace. “And you don’t need to buy me gifts to make up for it.”

She turns around to look up at him and drops her hand from her neck, “I know that I don’t need to but I want to. You have been dealing with me being stubborn about the team and racing.”

He needs her to know how much he appreciates everything that she’s done for him. He feels her slip their hands together and intwine their fingers.

She says as she locks into his eyes, "This is what I signed up for, in sickness and in health remember. That means when your being stubborn and don’t want to listen to me or Rupert.”

He can only lightly chuckle.

“Now take this off me.” She says slightly waving at the clasp. “You are going to return it.”

“No. I’m not.” He says with a smile. She has never turned down an expensive gift that he’s given her and he’s not going to let her start now. She only glares at him before turning to the mirror so he can take it off her. 

“You are going to wear it,” He insists. “You’re mine, it’s only right that I get to spoil you every now and then.”

He sees her roll her eyes in the mirror. He carefully undoes the necklace before placing it back in the box.

He closes the lid and then steps closer to her leaning his head down so their lips can collide for a few moments with her hands moving into his hair.

“Come on, we should go to bed.” She says pulling away breathlessly. Max places down at his watch.

“It’s only 10:30,” He says.

“Yes, but aren’t you going to stay up to watch the race tomorrow?” She asks.

He can only nod. He did plan to try to stay up for the full 24 hours to support Chris, Harry, and Therry. 

“Well we should both get some shut eye then. Race does start at 3.”

He can only give her a quizzical look. She seems to be aware of what time the race starts and knows that he intends to stay awake for all of it. It only takes a moment for him to realize why.

“You were planning on going with me,” He starts to say. “If I had gone this year, you would have also gone.”

“And I plan to go when you race next year. I’m not just going to sit at home.” It’s all she has to say before she steps a little closer to him, putting her arms around his neck brushing over the short hairs at the back of his neck.

“I love you,” He mutters.

“I know.” She says smiling at him.

He pulls her with him into their room, undressing and then climbing under their sheets. He draws her into him enjoying the feeling of her laying her head down on his chest without the pain of the extra pressure from his ribs.

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[stevie-petey]

episode two: vecnas curse

“Hey, guys?” Max gets everyone’s attention and points towards the boathouse.  Dustin is the first to start walking down, Robin and Max not far behind, and you stand back with Steve. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go into the creepy abandoned boathouse. Yay.” “We’ve done worse, angel.” You sigh. “It’s really depressing that you’re right.”

Summary: you and billy play marco polo, max interrupts a saturday morning breakfast at the henderson household, robin crushes steves dream of becoming a 1950s housewife, reefer rick has an odd taste in movies, boathouses are creepy in the dark, and eddie munson likes it when you pull his hair.

Rating: general, some swearing

Warnings: drowning, violence, swearing, fem!reader, use of y/n, blood mentions

Words: 10.5k (i wrote this in one day)

Before you swing in: hey gang !!! so i wasnt supposed to update so soon. and then i wrote this entire chapter in one day. so now here we are. anyways ! read the warnings, this chapter starts heavy. on another note: i start senior year of college on tuesday so updates will vary as i settle into my routine again so pls be patient !! for now, heres a very surprising and unplanned chapter 2, enjoy !

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Water. 

There’s so much water. 

In your mouth, in your chest, burning your lungs and swallowing every scream that scrapes your throat to escape. Every breath you take, more water spills into your body and quiets the desperate cries and gags you. 

Your head breaks through the water’s surface and you inhale so sharply it burns your lungs even more than the chlorine does. You choke on the air, it’s sickly sweet, and a hand shoves you back under the water before you can inhale again. 

Bubbles encase your screams, your arms flail up, your legs kick wildly to try and reach the surface again. But the arm attached to the hand is strong, it holds your body under the water without effort. In the rims of the ripples above you, the corpse of a boy you once knew stares down at you.

“I’ve found you.” Billy sneers, his voice muffled by the water that rushes in your ears.

His eyes are cold, his skin sunken in and littered with cracks. It’s yellowed, decayed, edges of his skin have turned gray as he’s decomposed. Billy’s hair is matted and his shirt is torn and yet his hand shoves you underneath the water again and again and again.

You try to scream, you try to fight against him, but he’s always been so much stronger than you. Even in death, Billy Hargrove’s weight on you anchors you to the rushing water that threatens to drown you. 

Your head breaks the surface again. Billy pulls you up by your hair, your scalp burns. Air wracks your lungs as you struggle to inhale anything other than Hawkins' pool water. Coughs shake your body, bile rises in your throat, and Billy shakes his head at you in disgust.

“I’ve found you.” He shoves your head under, your nails claw at his skin but he doesn’t flinch. Blood drips down his arm, stains the pool’s crystal blue, and yet you’re drowning still. Again Billy yanks your head back up, for a brief moment you can breathe, before his breath ghosts your face and he hisses into your ear, “I’ve found you.”

Water. It’s all you can feel around you. Your lungs are on fire, you scrape your nails the concrete as you struggle against Billy, but you’re dying. 

You’re dying.

Billy pulls you back, air kisses your face. Your vision darkens, more bile rises. There’s so much water. You can’t stop coughing, you think you’re crying, the chlorine stings your eyes as it sears your raw throat. Billy slams your head down onto the pool’s edge. Pain explodes in the bridge of your nose, blood stains the water even more.

“I’ve. Found. You.” You take one final gasp of air before Billy shoves you back under the water. 

You’re weightless. 

Everything goes dark. 

Suddenly your body rips forward, jerking awake so violently that it makes you nauseous. Your chest heaves, your body struggles to inhale the air that was so cruelly taken from you in your dream. 

It had been a dream, though the water felt so real. The taste of chlorine lingers in your mouth.

Panting, you force yourself to look around your room, list all the things you see. It’s become a little game you play, every time you have a nightmare so vivid that it challenges reality. Your eyes find Steve’s old basketball hoodie, draped over your desk chair. You focus on the bite of bitter cold from the charm bracelet’s silver that rests against your wrist. Breathing through your nose, you try to name what you can smell.

The scent of your mother’s famous waffles wafts through your room. Notes of freshly roasted coffee accompany it. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, your heartbeat settles down. Your fists unclench, your body finally relaxes. 

It was only a dream. Billy isn’t really here. He didn’t really tried to drown you at the pool. It was all just a fucked up, horrible dream.

“Y/N! Breakfast is ready!” Your mother’s sweet, doting voice carries through your closed door. “Come join Dusty and I, please.”

You rub your face, sighing deeply. The nightmare bears down upon your shoulders, the weight of last night crushes your chest. “I’ll be there in a second!” Your voice is brittle, exhaustion evident.

Breakfast with your mom and Dustin is the last thing you want right now, but you know it’s better not to deny Claudia. She’ll worry, ask you if everything is okay. You’re scared she’ll notice that you aren’t at Family Video for the first time in months. Every weekend you’re there to see Steve, to tease him with Robin. 

But the hurt that marred Steve’s devastatingly handsome face last night… You can’t see him, at least not right now. You’re not even sure he’d want to see you, which scares you even more. 

You take your time getting ready, your movements slow. In the shower you scrub your skin raw, as if you can cleanse yourself of the memories from last night. The betrayal in Steve’s brown eyes, Jonathan’s raspy voice asking questions that made your head spin. Lucas and his heartbreak as your brother abandoned him. Dustin’s denial of your code blue. 

Pulling on one of Steve’s old t-shirts, the smell of his cologne lumps tears in your throat. It’s all too much. You miss him, though how can you be sure you haven’t really lost him?

When you finally sit at the table, Dustin doesn’t look up at you, and your shitty mood only worsens. Only your mother brightens when she sees you. “Y/N! Here, I saved you some bacon, I know you don’t like it crispy.”

She slides some food onto your plate and you try to give her what you hope is a bright smile. Your mother can see through people in a way only you can, an ability she passed down to you. Today, you’re afraid that if she asks you what’s wrong, you’ll break. “Thanks, mom.”

Breakfast is tense. Your fork scrapes against the plate. The food looks delicious, your mother is a brilliant cook, but there’s cement in your stomach and you can’t bring yourself to eat any of it. Dustin doesn’t look at you even once, and your mother tries her best to make conversation. 

“So, any big plans for spring break?” She asks, looking eagerly at you and Dustin.

You push some fruit around on your plate. “No, not really.”

“Hm, well why don’t the two of you go and build something together? Remember that robot set from Stevie? I’m sure you and Dusty could build something with what’s left!” 

“Yeah, maybe.” As if Dustin wants anything to do with you right now. You must not sound convincing enough because your mother starts to frown. Panicked, you clear your throat and try to change the subject. “Hey, have you gotten any new toys for Tews?”

“I got her some new stuffed mice, but she doesn’t seem to like them.” Your mother responds, setting her fork down. She looks at her children in front of her, sees the tension that brews between them. Dustin hasn’t said anything all morning, and the dark circles underneath your eyes worries her. Grasping at straws, she rushes over to the T.V. and turns it on, hoping one of your favorite programs is playing. “Here, let’s watch something.”

Only the Saturday morning cartoons don’t appear on the screen. Instead, Channel 9 lights up. Hawkins’ news channel. 

“We’re at the Forest Hills trailer park in east Roane County.” A broadcaster announces as a swarm of people behind her gather around something. There are cops everywhere, and you get up from the table, curious. “We don’t have a lot of details now, but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning.”

Your mother lets out a strained gasp, the shock ripping through her body. Your own body stills, your heart skips a beat. The broadcaster drones on, explaining how the police believe there’s foul play involved.

Someone has been murdered in Hawkins. 

Over by the table, Dustin’s eyes finally meet yours. You know he’s thinking what you are. Monsters have plagued Hawkins for years now, but there’s never been something as gruesome as a murder. Not in the six years your family has lived here. 

Something isn’t right. The news channel interviews a plethora of neighbors in the trailer park. One woman talks about Barb, all the suspicious deaths since 1983. How Hawkins is cursed. Your eyes find Dustin’s again and you both exhale nervously. The woman is right, although she can never know what really goes on in this town. Hawkins is cursed, but not in the way anyone thinks.

Then, terrifyingly too late, you remember that the broadcaster had announced that the body was found in Forest Hills. Max lives in Forest Hills, and the body had been a highschool student. The police haven’t released the name of who it was and panic slices your nerves at the thought that it could be Max. 

“My heart can’t take it anymore. It just can’t.” Your mother whimpers, holding Tews close to her chest. Your heart aches for her, she grew up in this town and all it has endured these last few years is pain and death. 

Dustin sighs next to you and when the doorbell rings, he goes to open it. You follow, nervous and fretful as you always are.

Max stands on your porch, and the moment you realize it’s her, you pull her tightly into your arms. “Oh, thank God.” She stiffens at the touch, you notice that she’s out of breath, panicked. A terrible, horrible feeling of dread takes a hold of you. Pulling away, you force her averting eyes to look into yours. She’s scared; she’s never scared. “Max. What happened?”

Everything falls apart quickly after that.

Max drags you and Dustin into your room and collapses onto the bean bag. Her words are jumbled as she tries to explain everything. You sit motionless on your bed next to her, listening to every word she says. Dustin paces the room, both of you try to make sense of what you’re hearing.

“The body… It was found in Eddie’s trailer.” 

Your breath catches at Max’s words. Dustin’s steps falter. Nausea washes over you, you place a shaky hand over your stomach to quell it. You’ve left your brother alone with Eddie hundreds of times this year, and now a dead body has been found in his home?

“No, that can’t be possible.” Dustin doesn’t want to believe it, he doesn’t want to consider the idea that his mentor could ever harm anyone.

Max bites her lip. “The police have his trailer taped up, it’s under lockdown. And the body they found, she was-” She pauses, takes a deep breath. “It was bad, guys.”

“You can’t seriously think it was Eddie though, right?”

You catch Dustin’s arm and give him a warning look. He’s antsy, you get it, but he needs to calm down. Turning to Max, you ask the question you’re dreading. “Who was the dead student, Max?”

The girl looks down, plays with her fingers, and you can see the remorse that drapes her shoulders. Fear plagues you again, it had to have been someone you knew. After a few moments, Max finally tells you. “Chrissy.”

An overwhelming sense of grief forces any air left in your lungs out. Chrissy had always been so kind to you. She was a ray of sunlight, you shared a class together sophomore year, she had given you daisies when she heard of Will’s disappearance. 

Chrissy Cunningham was one of the few good things in Hawkins.

And now she’s dead. 

Dustin can’t believe it, either. “Chrissy Cunningham?”

“A-are you sure?” You breathe out, eyes following his pacing figure as Max nods.

“Yes, she was in her cheerleader outfit. Same thing she was in when I saw her with Eddie.”

You frown at this. “She was with Eddie?”

Max nods again, and you’re struck by how odd the entire situation is. Chrissy is, was, the head cheerleader. While she was always nice to you, she never interacted with anyone like Eddie. Hell, hardly anyone ever associates with the guy, so you can’t believe that she would even talk to him. That she would willingly step foot in his trailer, especially after the basketball game last night. 

You had overheard one of the kids on the team mention a party to Lucas before he left. Chrissy should’ve been there, next to Jason as they celebrated the win. 

“Did you tell the cops?” Dustin asks, still trying to wrap his head around it all. 

Max shakes her head. “No, but I-I can’t be the only one who saw them together. I mean, they stood out.”

“Are you even sure they were together?” You also can’t wrap your head around the fact that they’d be together in the first place. “Maybe… I don’t know, Chrissy had a friend who lives in Forest Hills as well?”

“No, Eddie and I are the only two students who live in the trailer park.”

Dustin paces again, in complete disbelief. “Eddie, the freak, with Chrissy, the cheerleader.”

“You know, his name’s not in the news yet or anything, but–”

“Eddie is going to be the prime suspect for Chrissy’s murder.” You finish for Max, understanding where she’s going with all this. It’s the only logical conclusion that can be drawn from finding a dead girl’s body in the guy’s trailer. 

Anyone would be suspicious of that, and yet Dustin refuses to admit it.

“No, that’s crazy.” He glares at you, he can’t believe what you’re implying. “Eddie didn’t do this. No way.”

Max looks at you, she has a grimace on her face, and your expression mirrors hers. Sighing, you try to reason with your brother. “Dustin, they found a body in Eddie’s trailer.”

“No way,” Dustin hisses out, eyes burning into yours. He won’t back down from this, he knows you hate Eddie but he’s furious that you’d go as low as to accuse him of murder. You’re so fucking hypocritical. “And, FYI, your annoying vendetta against him won’t get us anywhere.”

“I don’t have a vendetta against him!” You scoff, hurt that Dustin would assume you’re only saying all this because Eddie mildly annoys you. 

Max, sensing an argument brewing, gets up from the bean bag and intervenes. “We can’t rule it out.”

“Yes we can!”

“Dustin!” You and Max berate him at the same time, now standing in front of him. He isn’t listening, he’s blatantly ignoring the fact that someone died in the same trailer Eddie grew up in. He was the only one with Chrissy last night. Dustin is refusing to see the glaring red flags presented in front of him. 

“Look, you guys don’t know him like I do, okay? Y/N practically wants the guy dead most days–”

“Hey!”

“So I don’t necessarily trust her judgment on the matter.” Dustin doesn’t let you interrupt him, he’s adamant to defend his friend. “When we got to high school, Lucas made all his sports friends. Mike and me? I mean, no one was nice to us.”

Upset creeps up your neck. You had been there for the boys, offering them sanctuary their first day, but they had denied you. It hadn’t been enough for them. They didn’t want your help, not anymore. “Dustin…”

“No one except Eddie.” He finishes, eyes only on Max as if it’d make it sting any less. He recognizes what he’s saying, that it isn’t fair to you, but he’s too overwhelmed to try and clarify it all to you. Not right now.

Max’s shoulders deflate, her resolve dwindles but she still argues anyways. “Okay, well. They said the same shit about Ted Bundy.” 

“Ted Bundy was charming.” You snort, understanding what Max is trying to say, but it’s a poor example. “Eddie isn’t.”

She smiles briefly at you, the joke amusing her, but then she sees Dustin’s narrowed eyes and quickly defends herself. “I mean, he’s like a super nice guy, but then he’s murdering women on the weekends.” 

“So you’re saying Eddie is like Ted Bundy?”

“No, we aren’t saying that.” You mollify Dustin, although you can’t help but add in, “besides, Eddie could never lure in multiple women. We still aren’t sure how he even lured Chrissy in the first place.”  

Dustin is about to start yelling at you, you can see it in the way his mouth twitches and the enraged breath he exhales, but Max is quick to step between the two of you. She isn’t sure why you guys are at each other’s throats this morning, but she doesn’t have time to deal with it.

“No, we aren’t saying that.” Max glares at you, and you smile weakly back at her. “We’re-we’re saying that we can’t presume anything okay? But it doesn’t look good for Eddie.”

Dustin, now finally starting to listen, sits on the bean bag behind him. He lays there, looking small in the mass of the makeshift bed. He’s crestfallen, and your anger from earlier disappears. Sighing again, you sit next to him and nudge his shoulder. “Listen, I know it’s a lot right now, but maybe the police will find evidence that Eddie didn’t do it–”

“Why haven’t you told the cops this?” Dustin sits up, eyes on Max.

She crosses her arms, the question surprises her. “I… I don’t know.”

Dustin presses her, both of you notice how her body language changes. She draws into herself, she’s uncertain. There’s something there, buried beneath all the information she’s told you today. Something else happened in Eddie’s trailer, something she isn’t telling you. 

“Max,” you soften your voice, afraid. “What did you see last night?”

The girl’s knees find your bed and her body falls against it. Max’s eyes won’t meet yours, she almost seems scared. Her demeanor causes your stomach to drop. What could she possibly have seen that terrified her so much?

“After I saw Eddie and Chrissy go in the trailer…” Max looks up at you and Dustin, her blue eyes guarded, alert. “Something else happened.” 

She explains the lights flickering in her house. The static on her T.V., how the air felt thick. She tells you that she could hear a scream, Eddie’s fleeing silhouette ran into his car and the way the tires screeched on the pavement as he left. 

The more Max recounts, the tighter the fist of dread inside your stomach coils. Flickering lights, static… It can’t be what you think it is. You catastrophize everything in your mind, you always are the first to fear danger that isn’t really there. Hopper closed the gate last summer. He died saving the world. The gate is closed, the Upside Down is out of your life. For good this time. 

But then why does it feel like its spillage is leaking through the cracks you’ve desperately tried to glue over?

Max must see the panic on your face and she quickly backtracks. “Y/N, it wasn’t that weird or anything. Eddie always drives like a maniac and the power goes off at my place all the time. It’s a piece of shit, alright?”

“Then why did Eddie run?” The question taunts you, there’s something wrong with it. Shitty power grids and reckless driving can be explained, but why would someone scream while fleeing a crime they committed?

Max swallows. The question has been on her mind, too. “The look on his face… He was scared. Really scared.”

Dustin sucks in a breath, it’s subtle but you can feel it against you. He looks up, eyes meeting yours, and the dread that resides in your ribcage seeps into his. Max stutters out possible explanations, she tries to find something else to explain what it could mean, but you all know that it’s no use.

You realize why Max had rushed to your house. Why she hasn’t gone to the police with what she knows.

The fear on Max’s face when she arrived on your doorstep, how breathless she’d been from running over. That had been real, familiar. The same fear that crossed her face when you’d first unwillingly introduced her to the Upside Down all those years ago.

“Or maybe Eddie was scared because…”

“Something else killed her.” Dustin mumbles quietly, piecing it all together as well.

Your body is numb, your lips move but you don’t recognize the voice that speaks. “You think it’s the Upside Down.”

The words hang in the air, everything stills the moment they’re brought into the light. Beside you, Max nods, slowly, regretfully. As if she doesn’t want to believe it herself. “But, that’s impossible, right?”

Every year the impossible somehow becomes possible. Every year the wound that scabs over reopens, the blood of it chokes everyone you love. 

“I don’t know,” Dustin’s voice is soft, he’s scared, too. ��It should be.”

“And yet we always end up here,” you laugh bitterly. It’s the same fucking thing, over and over again. 

Dustin’s hand finds yours, his touch is warm, yet unfamiliar now. He hasn’t held your hand in months, you almost forgot what it feels like against yours. “We don’t know that,” he squeezes your hand. He’s kind again, he’s your brother again. “There’s only one person who knows what actually happened.” 

Eddie. 

Whatever he saw, it’s important. No one will believe him if it’s the Upside Down, no one will understand that he hadn’t done anything at all. That monsters haunt the shadows of this town, that the deaths in Hawkins hadn’t really been deaths. 

You have to find him. 

– 

Steve doesn’t think he’s had a worse morning than the one he’s having today. He hadn’t slept, his exhaustion a reminder of how much of an asshole he had been to you last night. He had yelled at you; he’s never, ever yelled at you. Not in the entire three years he’s known you, not even when you’d hurt him so deeply by cutting him out of your life that fateful summer.

But last night Steve swears he saw the same look in your eyes that Nancy had in hers the night she told him she didn’t love him. He saw it, he knows he did, and he had been fucking terrified. He can’t lose you, he doesn't think he’d survive if you ever left him. Especially not if he’s the reason you leave.

Steve is miserable, and his foul mood only worsens when you don’t float through Family Video’s front door with a smile on your lips and a glint in your eye like you always do every Saturday. 

“Where’s Y/N? Normally she’s here by now.” Robin looks around the store, noting your unusual absence as she scans a movie to restock. 

Steve pretends not to hear her, he really doesn’t want to talk about it right now. He knows that if he tells Robin the two of you had a fight, she’d demand an explanation and promptly call him an idiot, regardless of whether or not he’s in the wrong. 

“Dingus, did you hear me?” Robin shoves the cart his way, causing it to hit his hip with a slightly painful thud. “Where’s that gorgeous girlfriend of ours?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Steve grabs the cart and throws random movies inside of it as he starts to walk down the romance aisle. Fitting. 

His coworker doesn’t miss the way he avoids the question. Suspicious, she blocks Steve’s path and forces him to look at her. “You’re dodging. Why are you dodging? Where’s Y/N?”

“Robin, we should really be focusing on work right now–”

“Oh my God, did you kill her? Did all that hairspray rot your brain and cause you to kill Hawkins’ sweetheart and force the world to mourn the beautiful legacy she’d leave behind? Huh, is that it?”

“What! No, I didn’t kill Y/N. What is wrong with you?” Steve elbows the girl, he isn’t in the mood for her ramblings, yet Robin remains standing in his way. She raises an eyebrow at him, silently daring him to keep avoiding her questions, and Steve knows he has to fess up. Looking away, he clears his throat. “We, uh. Sorta had a fight last night.”

Robin frowns. “A fight?”

“Yeah.”

“But you two never fight.”

“Yup.”

“Alright, so it was all your fault then.”

Steve rolls his eyes, he knew Robin would say that. “I didn’t even tell you what it was about.”

“And yet I know it was all your fault.” Even though she’s kidding, she sees the hurt that flashes across Steve’s face and eases up. Clearly whatever the fight had been about was bad. Bad enough that you don’t show up to Family Video like you always do. Taking pity on her friend, Robin flicks Steve’s forehead and prompts him to start talking. “Alright, I’ll bite. Tell me what happened.”

Steve leans against the wall, rests his head back. He knows he should talk about this, Robin will know what to do. He doesn’t have the best track record of communicating with his girlfriends, and for the first time in his life, he wants to try with you. Steve would do anything for you, even if it means being vulnerable with Robin in order to figure out how to make you laugh his name so softly again. 

“Y/N was… Upset last night. After the game. She’s been having some problems with Dustin lately, and, I don’t know. I was trying to be funny, I guess? Cheer her up, get her to laugh.”

Robin winces. “Oh, that never ends well.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Steve huffs. He always somehow makes things worse, and last night he’d gone for a world record with you. “I just… I really wanted to see her smile, you know? So I joked about our future together, said we’d live in a shoebox apartment in New York after she graduates, and she just…”

“Lost it?” Robin shakes her head at him, trying to hide her disbelief. She wants to give Steve the benefit of doubt, but she thinks she knows where this is going. And it isn’t good.

“She told me I couldn’t come with her.” The words had branded themselves onto Steve’s chest, the flesh still raw and bleeding. You hadn’t wanted him to come with you; you didn’t want Steve anywhere near you. “She was just going to leave, without me.”

Robin stands next to him and she nudges his head with her hand, hitting him without any malice. He’s such an idiot sometimes, a hopeless, well meaninged idiot. “Okay, you’re being very thespian right now. I’m sure that’s not what Y/N meant when she said you couldn’t follow her to college. She’s like, crazy in love with you. Anyone can see that.”

“Then why was I the only one considering our future the entire time? I mean,” Steve scoffs, angry again. “I asked her what she thought we’d do after she applied to college, and she couldn’t even answer me. For months she was applying and she didn’t stop to think about us, about our relationship. She just… she was just going to leave.”

“And your solution was to… Follow her to college, unannounced?”

Steve recognizes how stupid he must sound, but he doesn’t expect Robin to understand. When you’re with someone, when you love them, your actions become theirs. How they breathe becomes your heartbeat, how they sleep becomes your solace. From the moment Steve’s eyes laid on you, he knew he’d follow you to the ends of the earth.

He just thought you’d do the same for him. 

“I wasn’t going to just show up at NYU unannounced, alright?” Steve pauses, he tries to find the right words. “But I thought… I thought she envisioned us together, for the rest of our lives. Instead she told me that I deserve better, as if I-I’m physically able to imagine a world where I’m not standing next to her, where I’m not a ten minute drive down the street.”

Robin bites her lip. She thinks she understands what Steve means, where his actions were coming from. She remembers the late night talks about Nancy, how the girl had hurt him deeply when she abandoned him. The surface level love that tainted his perception of himself for years afterwards. Robin knows that Steve clings onto any semblance of stability he’s presented. Years of being lonely and used have left him unwilling to let go of the ones he loves the most. 

But that doesn’t mean he should give up his entire life to do so. 

Robin thinks that this is what you really were trying to tell Steve, even if he’s too blind to see it right now. “Y/N wants you to live your own life. You gotta see that, Steve.”

“She is my life!” Steve throws his hands up in the air, he’s sick of explaining this to everyone. You’re his everything. You’re the blood he bleeds and the tears he sheds. His life is yours. He doesn’t care how pathetic it may sound or how dramatic it may seem. 

“Steve,” Robin places a hesitant hand on his arm, and when he doesn’t pull away, she takes it as a sign to continue. “Y/N loves you, she wants what’s best for you. Meanwhile, you have no idea what you want. You’re seriously considering abandoning everything to live in a giant, rat infested city, and you hate cities! I mean, what would you even do there? Lay around all day and wait for Y/N to come home like some 1950’s housewife? No offense, Stevie, but you don’t have the legs for a dress. Although, maybe if you wore heels and some lipstick–”

“Get to the point, Robin.”

“Sorry,” she shakes her head quickly, refocuses. “The point is that her not wanting you to follow her to college is nothing personal. If Y/N didn’t see a future with you, then she wouldn’t waste her time with you. Simple as that. But she does, and she’s totally, madly in love with you. Plus, we both know that the real reason you want to go with her is because you’re scared she’ll find some hot, 6’5 guy to replace you with and if you’re not there, she’ll be swallowed up by all those hot models and rich business men who prowl the streets of New York–”

Steve covers his ears, shoving Robin away from him. “Okay, okay! I get it, Jesus. There’s plenty of hot men in New York, you’re totally not making this worse for me.”

“So you admit that you’re scared she’ll find someone else.”

“Okay, no. I didn’t say that–”

Robin runs towards the other end of the store and grabs a VHS tape. “Ignoring you! I’m right, you’re wrong, and I’ve just found our morning movie: Doctor Zhivago.”

Steve lets her change the subject, he’s tired of arguing anyways. “You know I don’t do double VHS.”

“But it’s about doomed love.”

Of course it is. “Oh, well that’s relatable.”

“Precisely.” Robin starts to go on and on about an actress in the movie who’s hot, but Steve drowns her out as he returns the cart. She grabs the T.V. remote and clicks it on for their movie, but quickly their morning plan dissipates when Channel 9 comes onto the screen.

“... that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning.”

Steve and Robin stare at the screen in silence, the broadcaster’s words echo throughout the room. A Hawkins student is dead. The temperature in the room drops, Robin shifts uneasily next to him and Steve presses his arm against hers, silently offering comfort. 

They stand side by side as the broadcast goes on. Neither one of them speaks, listening quietly as the details are revealed. It’s a horrific murder, from the sounds of it. The more the channel announces, the more tense Steve becomes. He doesn't like it, violence has always made him anxious. As his nerves spiral, he gets the horrifying idea that maybe the body is yours. 

He knows it isn’t, he dropped you off at home last night, but he hadn’t stayed to make sure you made it inside safely. Steve curses, he’s a fucking idiot. He left you alone last night, and if you got hurt because of his selfish actions, he will never forgive himself. 

Suddenly the front door opens and you run in with Dustin and Max by your side.

“Hey, Steve.” Dustin tries to get his attention, but the teen is already hopping the counter, sprinting over to you.

Forgetting about the fight from before, Steve clings onto your shirt and hugs you. His arms shake, you can hear his heartbeat stuttering a mile a minute. Overwhelmed with the scent of him and the feel of his body against yours, you melt into the hug as relief sags your bones. “You’re okay,” Steve exhales against your ear, his hand finding your hair. He tangles his fingers through the strands, tries to pull you in even closer. 

“I’m okay.” You whisper back, clinging onto him just as desperately as he is to you. 

The moment is interrupted by Dustin, who pounds on the counter to break the two of you apart. “Hey! Assholes!”

Steve glares at the kid, he doesn’t let you go, but he reluctantly steps away. “Someone was murdered, you know that, right?”

Dustin ignores the sarcasm. “How many phones do you have?” 

“Two, why?”

“Technically three, if you count Keith’s.” Robin adds.

You make a disgusted face. “I wouldn’t touch his phone.”

Max tells Dustin that three phones will work and the younger teen quickly takes off his backpack before sliding it onto the counter.

Steve narrows his eyes, looking at you with slight panic. “What is he doing?”

Dustin throws the backpack over the counter and Robin yells as the kid jumps over and lands with a loud thud on the ground. He brings down a pile of tapes as he does so, and Steve tears himself from your side to try and stop him, but it’s too late. The damage is already done and Dustin has sat himself at one of the computers. 

“Dude! My tapes, what are you doing?” Steve cries, groaning as he bends down to pick up the ruined pile. 

Robin glares at your brother as she huffs as well. You quickly hop the counter, an apologetic smile on your face, and bend down to help. “I’m sorry about him. He’s Dustin. That’s the only way I can explain his behavior.”

“I’m setting up base of operations here.” Dustin’s fingers fly over the keyboard, ignoring Steve’s distressed cries. 

“Base of operations?” Robin looks at you, she likes you, she really does, but sometimes she hates Dustin. “Y/N, I love you, but I’m about to strangle your brother.”

You hand her a tape and blow a strand of hair out of your face. “Ya know, I get that a lot.”

“Stop, get off!” Steve pushes Dustin, but the kid is like stone at the computer. Max is beside him now, having chosen to walk around the counter like a normal person. 

“I need it.” Dustin responds, not giving much else for an explanation. 

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and turns to you. “Y/N, please come get your dog.”

“He’s not my dog–”

“I need the computer for Eddie’s friends’ phone numbers.”

“Oh, you mean your new best friend that Y/N and I hate? The one you think is cooler because he plays your nerdy game?”

You step in between Steve and Dustin now. You’re getting really tired of being accused of hating Eddie. While it may not necessarily be wrong, hate is a strong word. “We don’t hate Eddie, you’re just dramatic, Steve.”

“I never said he was cooler than you guys,” Dustin tries to amend, finally looking at you and Steve.

Behind you, Robin slams a tape down while she rebuilds the ruined pile. “Seriously, you guys, maybe on a Monday you can play around here like toddlers, but it’s Saturday. It’s our busiest day.”

You help her pick up a dropped sign, feeling bad for disturbing their place of work so early. “I promise I wouldn’t take them here unless it was important, please don’t hate me–”

“What Y/N is taking too long to say is that this cannot wait until Monday.” Dustin jots down the numbers he ends up finding. Steve drops his head into his hands, exhausted. 

Robin rolls her eyes. “I’m not blaming your sister, she’s an angel, but is calling Eddie’s friends really an emergency?”

“Correct!”

You drop your head onto the counter, defeated. Dustin is only making everything worse, like he normally does, and you’re tired. Steve stands next to you, allows a hand to fall onto the small of your back. Without thinking about it, he starts to rub soothing circles into your skin. 

“Want me to strangle him or you want to?” Steve asks Robin. 

“We could take turns.”

Not bothering to lift your head up, you leave your face smushed against the countertop as you speak. “Please don’t strangle him, my mom would be really sad and we can’t afford a funeral.”

“Can you just fill them in already, Y/N?” Dustin pokes your side.

“Fill us in on what?” Robin asks, exasperated.

Finally raising your head, you look at Max and swallow down any remaining uncertainty. The sooner you explain everything to Steve and Robin, the sooner you can find Eddie and figure out what the hell is going on. With Max’s help, the two of you give them an abridged version. 

“The murder happened in Eddie’s trailer.” You begin. 

“And the body was Chrissy Cunningham.” Max finishes.

Steve’s eyes widen. “What, so the freak killed her?”

“Unconfirmed.” Dustin snaps from the computer. He’s almost done writing down all the numbers.

“Not exactly. There’s some… details that we’re hoping to figure out, first. Before we go to the police about Eddie.”

Robin doesn’t like the way you say this. “What details?”

“The lights flickered in my house, I-I could feel static.” Max says, eyes downcast. Nothing else needs to be said, Steve and Robin understand immediately.

Now quiet, Steve’s hand finds yours. If it’s really happening again, he’ll be damned if he lets you go anywhere out of his sight. He’s not losing you. Surprised by the affection, you look and Steve and find that he’s staring down at you with so much tenderness in his eyes, even after you both maliciously hurt one another the night before.

It’s almost too much for you, the honey in his eyes that are meant for only you to see. Jonathan’s words from last night burn your skin. 

Do you ever wonder if we’ve made a mistake?

Steve doesn’t know what’s been said. Neither does Nancy. How could you possibly tell them what he’s done? The line he almost crossed? After everything the four of you have been through together, the deep history that divides you, how can you settle the ruins that Jonathan left in his wake? 

You can’t. Not without hurting everyone in the process. 

You’re torn out of your thoughts when Dustin calls your name. He’s giving out instructions, ordering everyone to call Eddie’s friends. 

“Y/N, you’ll call out the numbers we need to dial and write down any leads we get. Max, Robin, you’ll be with me on the phones. We need to figure out where he is, if he has any specific hiding places. Steve, you can bat your eyelashes at customers or whatever.”

Steve makes a disgruntled sound in the back of his throat and you squeeze his hand. “You heard the kid,” you lean against his chest, allow yourself to smile up at him. “Go bat your eyelashes, handsome.”

He laughs, and because he loves you, because he will always love you, Steve kisses the corner of your mouth, right where your smile line forms. It’s a quick, chaste kiss. Enough to remind you that he’s still yours, yet mindful of the fact that things may not be as easy as they once were between you. “Aye aye, angel.”

And then he’s gone, leaving you with such a rush of love for him within your bones. Later, when there’s time, you and Steve will talk, and he’ll still be yours and you’ll still be his. 

Everyone gets to work after that. Max, Robin, and Dustin spread out around the store and begin dialing the numbers that you read off from the list. Their conversations are short, all filled with the same set of questions. There’s at least eight people to get through, but dividing them up helps. 

Robin shouts at you to write down some kid named David who has a vacation home in Tennessee. Dustin tells you to cross off one of the phone numbers ending in 5823, apparently the guy and Eddie no longer talk.

Max, who stands the closest to you at the counter, hangs up the phone and turns to you. “I think I might have a lead.”

“Seriously?” Dustin spins around in his chair and Robin sets down her phone.

“Yeah, apparently Eddie gets his drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick–”

“Wait, Eddie actually sells drugs?” You thought that had only been a rumor, a stereotype from people who didn’t know any better. Why the fuck is a drug dealer hanging out with your fourteen year old brother? Alarmed, you grab Dustin’s arm and force him to look at you. “He hasn’t offered you any, right? I swear to God, I will stab his boney little body if he’s offered so much as even a whiff to you–”

Dustin rips his arm out of your grasp. “Can you not freak out for more than five seconds? Holy shit, no! He hasn’t offered me anything, he isn’t irresponsible with his business, he only sells to seniors.”

“So you knew he was a drug dealer?” You’re so going to kill Munson. 

“Guys!” Max claps her hands, breaking up yet another fight between you and Dustin. “The drugs aren’t important right now, what we should be focusing on is the fact that Eddie sometimes crashes at Reefer Rick’s.”

Robin pats your shoulder and nods at Max’s words. “Okay, that sounds promising. Where does this Reefer Rick guy live?”

“That’s the thing. No one knows. He’s more of a… a legend than someone people actually know.”

“Well that doesn’t sound suspicious at all.” You mumble under your breath, but Dustin hears you anyway and elbows your ribs. 

Ignoring your pained cry, he looks at Max. “What about a last name?” 

“I don’t know that either.”

“Bet the cops know a last name.” Steve says, back turned to you guys as he organizes some tapes. Max asks him what he means and he finally walks over. “I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rick is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he’s been busted at some point. Means he’s in the system.”

Dustin throws his head back in annoyance. “The cops? That’s your suggestion?”

“I mean, at this point I think they should be filled in on what we know, what’s going on.” Steve defends himself, and honestly a part of you agrees with him. 

Technically speaking, this is a lot to hide from the police. If this had been happening last year, you would’ve been the first to suggest telling Hawkins police about everything. But last year Hopper was alive, this year he’s dead. He’s gone, and the new chief wouldn’t understand or even bother listening to what you’d have to say. 

Hopper would’ve believed you. He always believed you. 

“The police won’t help,” you say, and Dustin is surprised you’re agreeing with him for once. “At least, not like they used to.”

“You think Eddie is guilty, don’t you?” Your brother accuses Steve, and a fight breaks out between them. 

Steve brings up some weak point about believing in everyone being innocent until proven guilty. “I just, you know. I don’t think we can rule it out.”

“That’s precisely what we’re trying to do here, Steve.” Max points out, annoyed by all of this. 

Dustin nods. “And maybe we’d have a little bit more luck if you spent less time ogling my sister and more time trying to find Eddie.”

You flick the kid’s head and Steve waves his arms out, defensive. “I wasn’t ogling her, and even if I did, I have every right to as her boyfriend! Besides, someone has to attend to the customers.”

“And by customers, you mean Y/N.” Robin teases, knowing she’s right.

“I’m right here, you know.” You don’t like this conversation, you don’t even know how everyone ended up here in the first place. 

“Sue me for trying to find a movie for my girlfriend, alright? We’ve got a very big selection in here. It can be super overwhelming, even if I’ve worked here for almost a year.”

You tilt your head at Steve. “You were trying to find a movie for me?”

He blushes, suddenly shy. “I mean, yeah. Figured we could… watch something later?”

“I’d like that,” you tell him shyly. Things will be okay between you, they have to be. 

Meanwhile, Robin types frantically on the computer, and Max asking her what she’s doing catches your attention. You walk over, lean down to stare at the screen in front of you. “Maybe we don’t need a last name,” Robin explains, pulling up the store’s video rental catalog. 

A list of Ricks pop up, and you quickly realize what she’s doing. “Oh, you’re a genius, Buckley.”

“Tell me something I don’t know, pretty girl.” Robin smirks, showing everyone else the screen. “There’s twelve Ricks who have accounts here.”

“That’s a lot of Ricks,” Max remarks. 

Robin nods, she expected this. “So, let’s narrow it down.” She clicks on the first Rick’s name and his movie rental history appears. “Rick Alderman’s latest rentals are Annie and Dumbo.”

“I doubt a drug deal would rent sensible children’s movies.” You say, and everyone agrees.

“Alright, Rick Conroy. Sixteen Candles, Teen Wolf, and Romancing the Stone.” In unison everyone says “no”, and Robin moves down the list. “Okay, Rick Joiner. Mask, Footloose, and Grease.”

You hum thoughtfully. “Grease, I like this Rick’s taste in movies.”

Dustin snorts. “But he isn’t the Rick we need.” 

Finally, Robin lands on a Rick Lipton, who has rented three Cheech & Chong movies over the course of a week, and immediately you all know that you’ve found the right Rick. Robin looks up the address and Dustin observes that it’s out by Lovers Lake.

Lovers Lake. Where you and Steve finally got together. 

As if thinking what you are, Steve’s hand finds the small of your back, where it permanently resides, and he shares a shy look with you. There’s fondness in his eyes, the memory from that night doesn’t burn him. The tension of your fight lingers, you both can feel it, but the memory of that July night causes you both to smile.

And it’s enough. 

– 

Steve is the one who drives, he’s always somehow the designated driver, and everyone crams into his car. You sit in the passenger seat, he doesn’t let anyone else sit there when you’re with him, and Robin complains from the backseat. 

“One of these days I’m going to sit up front and no one will stop me.” 

“You sat in the passenger seat yesterday morning, Robin.” You remind her, smirking when you see how squished she is between Max and Dustin.

“Minor details. Please drive quickly, Harrington. I think Dustin’s elbow is lodged between my third and fourth rib.”

Lovers Lake is far. The house is in the middle of nowhere, the perfect place to hide, so by the time you arrive there it’s dark. Steve keeps a few flashlights in his trunk, a precaution he’s adopted since befriending you and Dustin. He hands them out to everyone with the warning to stay close. 

“I don’t want anyone slipping away, you hear me?”

“Okay, dad.” Robin shoves past him, causing Max to giggle, and you pat his chest in pity. 

Dustin rings the doorbell, figuring if Eddie is really here then he’d want to see a familiar face. When no one answers, he starts to repeatedly hit the doorbell over and over again. 

“Guess he’s not here,” Steve says after Dustin rings the bell for the hundredth time, but the kid ignores him and starts to pound on the door instead, now yelling. 

“Eddie! It’s Dustin!”

Still no one answers, and you begin to think that maybe you’ve gotten it all wrong. There’s the woods, the abandoned Hawkins Lab, and a million other places to hide. Reefer Rick’s house may have been too far for Eddie to run off to. 

Dustin calls through the door about how it’s just him and that there aren’t any cops. Robin tries to get a look inside the house through the window while you shine your light around the house. Max seems to get the same idea and the two of you wander over towards the side, trying to find another way in. 

Only you don’t find another way in. Instead, you find an old boathouse down by the water’s edge. It’s huge, masked by the trees and house in front of it. Eddie has to be hiding out in there, then. 

“Hey, guys?” Max gets everyone’s attention and points towards the boathouse. 

Dustin is the first to start walking down, Robin and Max not far behind, and you stand back with Steve. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go into the creepy abandoned boathouse. Yay.”

“We’ve done worse, angel.”

You sigh. “It’s really depressing that you’re right.”

Slowly the five of you approach the building, there isn’t any sign of life. The door is unlocked, which is both a good and bad sign. Robin pokes her head in cautiously, calls out into the darkness. “Hello? Is anyone home?”

Steve walks behind you, guiding you gently with his hands. Everyone spreads out, Steve grabs an oar that he finds hanging on the wall. He shows it to you, raising his eyebrows as he silently asks if it could be of any use, and you nod. Following his lead, you flick your knives out, eyes catching on a boat with a tarp draped over it. 

Wary, you point it out to Steve, and he understands. Raising his oar, he brings it down onto the boat with force, stabbing at the tarp. Luckily he doesn’t catch on anything, or anyone, but Dustin yells at him. 

“What are you doing?” Then, seeing the glint of your knives, Dustin scoffs at you. “Seriously, you really think those little elbow stabbers are gonna help?

You raise them at him. “I stabbed Billy with them, don’t forget.” 

Besides, like hell you’re taking any chances this time. Even if Steve’s oar isn’t the most ideal weapon, it’s still a weapon. You’re in an abandoned building with a killer on the loose. Neither one of you is willing to risk being defenseless, not after everything you’ve been through together. 

“He might be in here,” Steve continues to stab at the tarp, and even you have to admit it’s overkill. 

“Just take the tarp off!” Dustin says through clenched teeth. Steve tells him to take the tarp of himself and again they spiral into an argument. You watch with slight amusement. Some things never change. 

Robin and Max find something over by the table, alerting you that Eddie may have been in here. Dustin waves an arm out in front of Steve, who’s still jabbing his oar into the boat’s tarp. “Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar.”

“I know you’re being funny, little Henderson, but considering the fact that everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight–” A figure jumps out from behind Steve and grabs him. “Wait, wait, wait!”

“Steve!” You scream, extending your knives, following after them. The person shoves Steve into the wall, holds a broken glass bottle to his neck. Pressing yourself behind them, you bring your knife to the perpetrator’s face, digging its tip into his cheek. A mess of curly hair touches your face, the scent of leather infiltrates your nose. It’s Eddie. 

“Eddie! Stop!” Dustin exclaims, struggling against Robin’s hold. To your relief, she isn’t letting him get any closer, which you’re thankful for. “It’s me. It’s Dustin. This is Steve, and the girl with a knife fixation is my sister Y/N. She’s not gonna hurt you, right, Y/N?”

“Let go of him,” you sneer into Eddie’s ear, pressing your knife deeper into his face. The blade nicks the crest of his cheekbone, blood drips down, but you don’t ease the pressure. He has Steve in a chokehold, he could slice his neck any second.

Steve sees that you’ve cut Eddie and he knows you’re seconds away from gutting the guy, which would only escalate the situation. He needs you to be safe, he’s afraid that Eddie will turn the glass bottle towards you instead. “Y/N, angel. Look at me, I’m okay. Drop the knife, and I’ll drop my oar, alright?”

You hesitate, and Dustin screams at you to do as you’re told. Your eyes flicker between Steve and Eddie, lingering on the bottle that is pressed even deeper into your boyfriend’s neck now. A thud echoes in the room, Steve drops his oar. He looks at you again, his eyes pleading, and you reluctantly flick your wrist to put the blades away. 

The moment your knives are gone, Steve lets out a pained groan. Eddie only tightens his hold on him and the glass cuts his skin. In a heartbeat your hand fists through Eddie’s long hair and you pull. Hard. He sucks in a breath, clenches his teeth, and finally looks at you. “Cut him, and I will kill you.”

“She’s cool! I promise she’s cool!” Dustin shouts from across the room, doing everything he possibly can not to get both Eddie and Steve killed. He doesn’t worry about you, he knows you can handle yourself. He’s more concerned that you’re about to have blood all over your hands. 

“If you let me go,” Steve chokes out, careful not to move his mouth too much and cut his throat. “Y/N will be cool.”

Eddie doesn’t ease up, and neither do you. Despite the awkward angle of his head, he leers down at Steve. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We’re looking for you,” Dustin tells him, taking a cautious step forward.

Robin now speaks up. “We’re here to help.”

“Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band.” She pretends to play the trumpet to ease the tension, but it doesn’t work. “This is my friend Max, the one who never wants to play DnD. And you know Y/N, she used to hang out with Jonathan Byers all the time and I always talk about her.”

“I know all about Hawkins’ sweetheart.” Eddie sneers, flinching only slightly when you pull his hair even more. “She isn’t so sweet now.”

Your other hand reaches towards your back pocket, towards your knives, and Dustin’s heart skips a beat. He needs to resolve this. Now. “Eddie, we’re on your side. I swear on my mother. Right, guys?”

Robin and Max both swear, and Steve chokes out, “Yes, we swear on Mrs. Henderson. She-she’s great. You’d love her.”

Eddie doesn’t respond. Seconds pass, although they feel like hours. His neck must ache from the way you pull against it, and you see him staring down at you from the corner of his eyes. A crazed smile of interest crosses his face, his gaze lingers on your figure, blood drips down from his cut. You watch his every move, and when Eddie finally releases Steve, you throw him aside. 

“Are you okay?” Your fingers ghost over Steve’s neck, checking for any sign of injury. He’s panting heavily, finally able to breathe again now that there isn’t a sharp edge grazing his neck. Your touch is gentle, your hands shake, and you hardly even register that Robin is next to you. 

“I’m okay,” he breathes out, rubbing his neck. His shaking hands find yours, steadying them with your interlocked fingers. Mindful of the fact that Robin is present, he kisses the backs of your hands. “I’m all fine, angel. I promise.”

You want to carry him away, out of this town, away from anything that can harm him. You want to tuck him somewhere far away, where no one will ever find him again, alone with only you, safe and sound. 

But you can’t. Instead, all you can do is sit next to Steve, caressing his hair as your body slowly attunes to his again.

Eddie is crying a few feet away, his threatening persona long gone. His entire body shakes, his eyes are dark with haunted memories. Dustin crouches down next to him, and Robin joins. Softly, as if talking to an injured animal she doesn’t want to scare away, she tells him, “We want to know what happened.”

“You won’t believe me.” Eddie sniffs, sounding completely and utterly broken. Something horrible happened to him last night, something that will haunt him forever. The way he holds himself, how small he tries to become, how he shakes violently. They’re all signs of trauma, not guilt or remorse. He didn’t kill Chrissy.

Taking pity on Eddie, you reach out and rest a hand on his shoulder. He’s startled by your touch, only moments ago you held a knife to his face, and now your hand warms his body. “We’ll believe you,” you whisper.

He tells you everything. The details are gruesome, bloody and terrifying. 

“Her body, it just… lifted into the air and,” Eddie’s voice breaks as he cries again, and a part of you wants to tell him that he can stop, clearly he’s in pain. “And she just, she hung there. In the air. And her bones, they-they–” He stumbles over his words, but he clenches his fists and forces the rest out. “Her bones started to snap.”

Your heart stops. You can’t imagine how horrifying that must’ve been to see. The image of Billy’s body pierced by the Mind Flayer is still burned into your retinas. The same will be true for Eddie with Chrissy’s body. 

“And her eyes,” he shakes his head, he tries to get the memories away from him. “It.. it was like there was something inside her head, pulling.” 

Eddie describes the sound of Chrissy’s bones snapping, the squelching pop when her eyes exploded. “I-I didn’t know what to do so I-I… I ran away.” He stares at the ground, you see his fists tighten, he’s angry with himself. Ashamed. “I left her there.”

“There wasn’t anything you could do, Eddie.” You tell him. Anyone would’ve ran away. He’s human for being afraid, and you hope that he hears you through all the unnecessary shame. You know, better than anyone, how hard it is to hear anything over the roaring rush of guilt that floods someone’s mind. 

Eddie ignores you. “You all think I’m crazy, right?”

“No, we don’t think you’re crazy.” Dustin’s voice is gentle, softer than you’ve ever heard it. Eddie yells at him, he thinks you’re all playing some cruel trick on him. He’s stuck in a state of flight, panicked and ready to flee, and Dustin lowers his voice even more. “Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little… Difficult to take.”

You sit next to your brother, everyone else stands behind the two of you as you face Eddie. Dropping your voice to its own soothing, comforting lilt, you lean in closer to the scared teen and offer whatever solace you can give him. “It’ll be difficult, but I’ll be right here, okay?”

Eddie stares at you, his hardened expression softening little by little. “Okay.”

Dustin takes a deep breath. “You know how people say Hawkins is cursed? They’re not… way off.”

“There’s another world, hidden beneath hawkins. And sometimes it… bleeds into ours.” You reveal, careful to make your words as clear and concise as possible. Even after all these years, it still feels impossible to explain it all. 

Dustin continues, beginning to explain the monsters that haunt Hawkins from the Upside Down. How you all thought they were gone, but that they somehow come back again and again. As your brother talks, memories flash before you. Billy’s death, Will’s disappearance, the darkness that infiltrated his tiny body. El, her powers. The Demogorgon, its cruelness and its tunnels.

Steve walks up behind you, your body falls against his, he draws you in. 

“They’ve come back before, that’s why we needed to find you.” Dustin explains to Eddie. 

Max steps forward as well. “If they’re back again, we need to know.” 

Robin asks Eddie if he saw anything that night, Max asks if he saw any dark particles. Any indicators that you’ve come to learn that signal the Upside Down, but Eddie can only shake his head. Dustin presses him further, describes what the particles would look like, but it’s no use.

“No, man. There was nothing you could see, or-or touch.” Eddie’s voice is hoarse, you can see the exhaustion in his eyes, but his words catch your attention.

“Was there…” You swallow, your mouth has gone dry. “Did you feel static in the air? Like an electric pull, almost as if lightning was about to strike?”

Describing the sensation is easy, it’s the same feeling you’ve come to associate with El. Her powers, they have a magnetic pull to them. It’s hard to miss, easy to feel. 

Eddie stares at you, and slowly, with hesitancy, he nods.

You fall back against Steve’s chest. Everyone else goes silent as the realization settles upon the room. It’s happening again. The dread crawls over your neck, settles into your throat. It will never end. 

“She couldn't move. It was like she was-she was in a trance or something.” Eddie says, unaware of the despair surrounding everyone. 

Dustin looks at you, his eyes reflect the grief that you feel. “Or under a spell.”

“Like El.”

He nods, before Eddie adds, “Or a curse.”

“Vecna’s curse.” Dustin says, eyes now on Eddie, and a cold chill creeps down your spine.

Steve asks who Vecna is, and upon hearing the name again, a pang rips through your head. Dustin explains who Vecna is, a character in Eddie’s DnD campaign, but you don’t hear any of it. You gasp in pain, the beginning stages of a migraine darken your vision and twist your stomach. Max notices, her eyes trail up your body and linger on the hand pressed against your head. 

Lost in the pressure building within your skull, you don’t see the way Max almost seems to know what’s happening. 

She doesn’t say anything.

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Stranger Things (Steve Harrington x Female!Reader)

Chapter 1: MadMax

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”(y/n), there’s no need for that attitude.” Mom said and I scoffed. “Just because you married him, mom, doesn’t make him mine or Max’s dad.” I said, in a bit of an angry tone, and mom looked like she was about to argue but Neil raised his hand to her, making her close her mouth and look down. Neil takes a step closer to me and gives me a stern look.

”I get it. The move has been rough on you but just so you know, it’s been rough on all of us…” Neil said, in a firm tone, but then I interrupt him. “We wouldn’t have to move if your dumbass son hadn’t broken Nate’s arm and if you weren’t too scared for him to face the consequences.” I spat and Neil’s eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of his skull, his face turning red alittle. 

“You listen here, missy. I’m gonna let that pass, it’s a stressful  day right now. But if you ever try to disrespect me again, you and I are gonna have a talk.” Neil said, in a firm tone but I could hear the anger in his voice. “Whatever.” I grumbled as I turned around and head into our new house.

Neil’s my stepdad, if you couldn’t tell, and we don’t necessarily get along. After Mom and Dad divorced sometime ago, my mom just started dating around and went through four different guys before she met this asshole from work back in California. I honestly don’t know what mom sees in this guy. Hell, I don’t know why she divorced Dad. 

I sighed as I walk into the house and walk by one of the bedrooms, glancing over to see Billy in his room putting stuff away. Billy is Neil’s son and I’d say he is just as bad, if not worse, as Neil. Billy is one of those guys that you don’t know what is gonna happen next. He could be calm and happy one moment but the next, he could explode into a rage that was unpredictable.

I probably hate Billy more than Neil, mainly cause at least Neil doesn’t lay a hand on me or my little sister, Max.

I walk into my new room and set the boxes down on the floor before letting out a heavy sigh. I place my hands on my hips and look around at the incomplete room before I get started on it.

After about two hours of unpacking and making this empty room into my living space, I then head over to Max’s new room to see her door was open. Inside I see her sitting on her bed, fixing her skateboard. I raise a hand, knock on her door and she looks up at me, the look of annoyance disappears once she sees it’s me. 

“Hey, I finished unpacking, you wanna go out and check out this small town?” I asked her and Max sets aside her skateboard. “Sure. Any excuse to get away from step-ass.” She grumbles and I scoff out a laugh at her nickname to Neil. I go to grab my purse as Max grabs her jacket and we start to head out of the house.

We pass by Billy’s room and start to head into the living room to get to the front door, when a voice said behind us. “And where are you two going?” Max and I stop and we turn to see Billy behind us. “What’s it to you?” I asked, annoyed a bit. “If you go out, I’m gonna be the one stuck dragging your asses back here.”  Billy argues and I roll my eyes.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, we won’t be out long. Just gonna check out the new town.” I sneered. “You ain’t taking my car.” Billy stated. “We don’t need your stupid car. We can walk.” Max sneers and Billy looks between us before he huffs. “Fine, but you better be back before it gets dark. I got crap to do and I don’t need to add looking for you two shitbirds to my list.” He said and I scoff as I place a hand on Max’s shoulder, turn her around and we head out the front door.

”He such a dick.” Max grumbles as we walk out of the house and walk down the streets. “Yeah, I know.” I said. “Why did mom even marry that asshole?” Max asked, frustrated. “You know mom. She’s desperately lonely and needs companionship.” I said and Max scoffs again as she folds her arms across her chest.

”But hey, I promise, one day I’ll get my own place and you can live with me. Away from Billy and away from Neil. Just the two of us against the world.” I said and Max looks up at me and smiles alittle. “Well, hurry up and graduate.” Max said to me and I laugh. “I’m trying.” I said as we continue to walk down the street.

The last couple of hours, Max and I spent walking around town and getting to know our surroundings. Eventually, we came upon an arcade and Max was interested in it and asked if we could go inside. We walked in and saw several kids, some of them were young and some looked about Max’s age, gathering around various game machines.

The music and sound effects and the sounds of kids yelling filled the air while Max was looking around then starts to walk forward. I follow her and see her go up to the DigDug game and she digs in her pocket, pulling out some loose change. Once she found her quarters, she puts a couple in the slot and jumped into playing the game while I stood and watched her.

DigDug was one of her favorites back in California, I mean there was a time I couldn’t get her away from that machine until I told her I was gonna leave her at the arcade and never come back. 

Afterwhile, Max got the high score of the game and put her nickname, MadMax, in it. “Jeez, we haven’t been here for a day and you’re already trying to clean house?” I asked her, confused but also impressed. “Well if this Dustin guy wanted to keep his top score, he should’ve played harder.” She said, a snarky smirk played on her lips, and I chuckled and we start to look around at the other games.

Eventually, it was getting late and we decided to head back home before Neil could send Billy after us.

The next day, it was time for our first day at our new school, Hawkins High for me and Billy and Hawkins Middle for Max. Billy, being the show off, revs up his engine as we pull up to the school then finds a parking spot. Billy gets out just as I do then pull the passenger seat forward so that Max could get out.

She grabs her backpack and skateboard and climbs out of Billy’s car. She starts to walk away but I place a hand on her shoulder. “Hey…” I said and she turns to me, looking really moody. “Try to have a good day.” I tell her and she gives a slight nod before she sets her skateboard down, jumps on it and skates towards to the school.

I let out a heavy sigh then Billy and I start to head to the high school. “Try not to embarrass me.” Billy mutters to me and I scoffed. “Trust me, you do that all on your own.” I sneered back at him before I walk a bit faster ahead of him.

“Alright, students. Looks like we got a new student today.” Ms Click, the history teacher, addressed the classroom while I stood at the front, awkwardly. Just smite me now. I said to myself as Ms Click stands next to me. “Please welcome, all the way from California, (y/n).” She said and a few kids looked at me like I had grew a second head, a couple kids clapped and some just muttered a hello. 

“You can take a seat over there by Ms Buckley.” Ms Click tells me and I walk down the aisle of desks, walking to the empty desk next to a girl with jaw length light brown hair and the brightest blue eyes you’d ever see. I also took noticed to the boy that sat in front of the girl.

He had the typical pretty boy face, brown eyes and his brown hair was styled up, probably with tons of hairspray. But I gotta admit, he is good looking and I’m sure he has the girls here eating out of the palm of his hand. He looked up at me and gave a small smile to me and nods, so far the only person that didn’t look at me like I had grown a second head.

I take the empty seat and sit down in the chair as Ms Click resumes her lesson. “Hey.” A soft female voice greets to my left and I look over to the light brown haired girl. “I’m Robin.” She introduced and I give her a small smile. “(Y/n).” I greeted, awkwardly, even though Ms Click just introduced me in front of the class.

”Alright, class. I have a worksheet for you to do for the rest of the hour. You can find all the answers in your book.” Ms Click tells us then she looks over at me. “Ms Hargrove, since I don’t have any extra books for you to use, you may borrow from Ms Buckley’s book.” Ms Click said and my jaw clenched when she called me Ms Hargrove. I don’t want to be associated with that last name but…what can I do?

I just nod as Ms Click hands each student in the front row stacks of paper and the kids in the front row would grab one paper and pass the rest back and the cycle began til every paper was passed out to every kid.

Once all the papers were handed out, everyone opened up their books and looked over their worksheets while Robin scooted her desk a bit closer to mine, so that I could look at her book. “Thanks.” I said as I reach out for her book to open. “Whoa.” She mutters and I look at her then noticed she was looking at my left arm. I look at it and see the sleeve had been pushed back, revealing a dark purple bruise around my arm that resembled a handprint.

”What happened there?” she asked me and I pull my arm back and pushed the sleeve down to cover it. “Nothing. Just an accident.” I tell her, quickly, but I could tell by the look on her face she didn’t believe me. Luckily, she didn’t push it and we started to look over the book.

”So, California, huh?” Robin asked me, in a hushed voice. “Yeah.” I muttered. “So, what brings you here in little ol’ Hawkins?” She asked me and I shrug alittle. “Stepdad moved us here.” I said. “Ah, gotcha.” She said then Ms Click shushes us and we go back to doing our work.

After the bell rang, all the kids got up from the desk and headed to the next class. “So, uh, what’s your next class?” Robin asked me and I pull out my schedule from my pocket. “Looks like Math class.” I said. “Oh great! I have that too. I can show you the way there.” She said, excitedly but also a bit nervous. I was kinda liking her.

I nod and gesture for her to lead the way and we walked out of the classroom and out into the hallway. “So, what’s to do around here?” I asked her, curiously, and Robin shrugs, slightly. “Not much. Aside from the theater and arcade. You kinda gotta make your own fun.” Robin replied. “Small town huh?” I said, in a bit of a sarcastic way, and Robin chuckles. “Yeah, pretty much. Though there is a mall being built on 10 Old Highway 77.” She said and I make an impressed face.

”Wow, finally moving on up.” I joked and Robin chuckles again and at that point, we were coming up to a set of lockers and I see the pretty boy running up behind a girl with curly, bushy hair. She squeals at this then turns to him and I hear her call him. “Steve.” Meanwhile, this other guy with straight messy brown hair looks between them before he walks off as Steve and the girl start kissing.

“Oh, that’s Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington.” Robin tells me as we walk past them and I turn to her. “The hair?” I asked, confused. “Referring to his hair as you could tell.” Robin said, rolling her eyes. “He’s a major douchebag.” She mumbles. “Aren’t all pretty popular boys docuhebags?” I asked her and Robin laughs again. “True.” She giggles and I smiled.

”And I’m gonna guess that’s his girlfriend?” I asked her and she nods. “Yeah, Nancy Wheeler. She’s a bit of a priss.” Robin said and I snort a bit at this. “Wow, sounds like you don’t like anyone here.” I said. “Only the popular ones.” She said as we continue down the hallway.

Later, I was in line in the cafeteria, waiting for the lunch lady to give us our food, when I heard a voice next to me. “Hey, you’re the new girl, right?” A female voice said and I turn to her and see a pretty dark brown haired girl next to me. “Yeah…” I said, unsure. “My name is Tina and I noticed you walking with that very cute guy this morning….” She said and I almost threw up in my mouth. Billy, attractive? Gross.

”Is he your brother?” She asked me. “Step-Brother.” I replied. “Well, I’d like to invite you and him to my…” Tina said as she digs in her backpack then pulls out an orange paper sheet and hands it to me. “Halloween party that is tomorrow night.” She said as she hands me the paper and I take it and read it to see it advertising the party with the tagline Come get sheet faced. I chuckled a bit at this and look at Tina. “Nice pun. Yeah, sure…we’ll try to be there.” I tell her and she smiles as I fold the paper up and pocket it. 

Finally, I get my food and try to find a place to eat. I look over a table and see Robin waving to me to come over and I smiled as I go over to her. “Only been here half a day and already invited to a party.” I tell her as I set my tray down on the table next to her and sit down. “What?” She asked me as I pull out the invite. “Wow.” She said, impressed, as she takes the paper and looks at it.

”But I feel like it’s more to get to know my stepbrother.” I said as I take the paper back. “Is he the one that did that?” Robin asked as she nods to my left arm, referring to the bruises she saw. I bite my lips at this and sigh. “I don’t want to talk about.” I said and Robin nods. “Sorry. I know we don’t know each other very well but you seem cool and I just…I don’t know…” she sighed and I smile alittle. “Thanks.” I said to her, appreciatively, then I pick up my milk carton and hold it up.

”Here’s to a new friendship.” I said and Robin smiles as she picks up her milk carton. “To friendship.” She said and we clink the milk cartons together as if they were wine glasses and we take a sip out of our milks then start to talk about our classes and Robin gives me the rundown on our classmates.

*3rd Person POV*

That afternoon, Dustin and Lucas were staking out the arcade, looking for Max. Pretty much throughout the day, they, Mike and Will took an interest of the new girl as they figured she was the one who beat Dustin’s high score on Dig Dug. They pretty much almost always followed her throughout the school until she basically dropped a note in a trash can, which told them to stop following her.

Lucas and Dustin were crouched behind a car as Lucas was looking through his binoculars, looking for any sign of Max. “Still no sign?” Dustin asked Lucas. “Jack shit.” Lucas grumbles and Dustin looks down at his watch to see that it was getting late. “Oh! Damn it. My mom's gonna murder me..” he sighs. “So go home. I'll radio if she comes.” Lucas tells him as he lowers his binoculars to look at him.

“Oh, yeah, nice try. You just want me out of here so you can make your move.” Dustin accused as Lucas looks through the binoculars again but lowers them to look back at Dustin. “Oh, 'cause you're such a threat.” Lucas said, sarcastically. “That's right. She will not be able to resist these pearls.” Dustin said, smiling, before he purrs and Lucas shakes his head.

Dustin looks over and sees Billy’s car coming in. “Ten o'clock.” Dustin said. “What?” Lucas asked Dustin hits his arm. “Ten o'clock.” Dustin said a she points ahead and Lucas sees Billy’s car screeching in the parking lot. The passenger door opens and the boys see an older girl, that shared similar looks to Max, get out before she turns around and pushes the seat forward for Max to get out.

“Oh wow! She’s got an older sister?” Lucas asked, surprised, as Max gets out of the car then she turns around as they hear Billy yelling at her. “Yeah, she’s kinda hot.” Dustin said and Lucas rolls his eyes as (y/n) sets the seat back up and gets back inside as Max and Billy continue to yell at each other then (y/n) joins in the argument.

“They're arguing. They're arguing.” Lucas exclaims. “Oh, my God. I see that. I don't even know why you need those. God. You're so stupid.” Dustin said, in an annoyed exasperation, while Billy yells at (y/n) then yells at Max before (y/n) shuts the door and Billy takes off. Leaving Max behind as she flips Billy off and heads inside the arcade.

Lucas and Dustin make their way inside and see her playing Dig Dug like a pro. “She's incredible.” Lucas said as he and Dustin sit down and lean against a wall. “She's...” Dustin said as he smiles. “Mad Max.” The two boys said in unison. 

[andvys]

Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.

Chapter fifteen ⭐︎ I thought the plane was going down, how’d you turn it right around?

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, a lot of fluff, alcohol consumption, clingy!reader, drunk!reader

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Steve gets to know a side of you, you have never shown him before, and he takes the final step towards realization.

Word count: 10k+

Author’s note: SO @hellfire--cult and I have been waiting for this chapter (and especially for the next one). I'm so happy that we're finally here, and as always I'm giving a special shoutout to my lovely Roe, who not only helped with ideas but also wrote the whole last paragraph, the drive home and all the fluff at Steve's house. Give her all the love she deserves ♡ ilysm roe thank youuuu

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Red, white and blue colors flash before your eyes, everywhere you look as you walk through the grocery store with Max. You can’t even bear to look at the holiday themed snacks and decorations on the shelves. All week, people have been preparing for a holiday, you used to love, now it’s nothing but a reminder of what you lost – of what Max lost. 

You avoided going to Big Buy’s all week, for this exact reason. 

But now you were the one who offered to go inside, when Eddie was the one who wanted to get the pre-drinks, you don’t even know why you did it, maybe it was to get away from Dustin’s and Lucas’s banter, or maybe you just wanted to prepare yourself for something much bigger. 

The Fun Fair takes place this year, just as it did, last year. And you friends wanted to celebrate the Fourth of July there. You don’t mind, you really don’t, but every place you turn today, reminds you of a dear friend you lost. 

Max walks beside you quietly. She looks around with heavy eyes and tension in her shoulders, she’s fidgeting with the bracelet that Lucas gifted to her, and keeps her eyes on the ground. 

You didn’t say anything yet, not wanting to trigger any more sadness. You’re surprised that she even offered to go inside with you, she could’ve waited and stayed with the guys, but she didn’t. 

“This day sucks.” 

These are the first words she spoke out loud, ever since you stepped inside the store.

“Yeah,” you mumble, quietly, not knowing what to say, because all you can think about is Billy, and how he died on this exact day, one year ago, when you were still so unaware of the dark truth that lied beneath this town, when you thought that it was the fire that killed him and not one of Vecna’s creatures. 

You weren’t even there, but thinking about it makes you sick and angry. You can’t even imagine what Max must’ve felt like that night. Or what she is feeling now. 

When you stop in the drink aisle, you look around for the beer Eddie asked for, but instead your eyes fall on the one brand that Billy always used to buy. Sometimes he’d bring a six pack over and leave some cans in your fridge for some other time, you are pretty sure that there are still two leftover cans hidden behind all the other drinks in your fridge. 

A sigh falls from your lips, “yeah, it does.” 

She glances at you, sadness settling into her features, when she sees the way your eyes fill with grief. 

“Billy would roll his eyes at us, right now,” she mumbles, trying to crack a joke. 

A small chuckle escapes you, and you turn to look at her with a weak smile on your face, “yes, he would.” 

She purses her lips as she looks at the beer, “are you gonna let me drink tonight?” 

You scrunch your nose, and shake your head, “are you crazy?” You scoff, as you step forward and reach for the beers, Eddie asked for, and the ones Billy would have gotten for himself. “How about you turn twenty one first, and then I’ll let you drink.” 

Max laughs at you and rolls her eyes. 

“You’re not even twenty one, and you’re drinking – oh! And buying the beers with a fake ID probably!” 

“Shush,” you wave your hand at her when an employee walks past you, giving you both a weird look. 

“I’m very close to twenty one,” you whisper. 

“You’re not even twenty yet–”

“I’m turning twenty, this year. Now stop arguing with me, and get yourself a coke or something.”

Max groans at you, “fine,” she murmurs as she follows you, “why are you even getting any drinks now when you can buy some at the Fair?”

“I’m pretty sure that Eddie doesn’t want to buy any of those overpriced drinks that taste like absolute shit.” 

She snorts, “he shouldn’t even be drinking, he’s driving.” 

“Don’t worry, he’ll walk you all home if he gets drunk.” 

Her jaw drops, and annoyance flashes in her eyes, “are you serious–”

You laugh at the look on her face, shaking your head at her, “I’m just kidding, when does Eddie ever get drunk?” You chuckle, “he’ll have one beer tops, no more, he’ll sober up till then, and if not then uh… Steve will drive you home.”

“Okay,” she sighs, as the momentarily amusement leaves her face again, and the sadness begins to sink back in, making you much more aware of your own. 

“Hey, Max?” 

She turns back to you, and raises her eyebrows in question. 

“If you feel overwhelmed at some point, you can find me and we can leave, at any time, okay?” 

She smiles a little and nods her head. 

“Okay,” she whispers, “same goes for you, if you want to leave, I’ll go with you.” 

“Okay,” you smile at her, “now let’s go pay for these and get out of here,” you mumble as you gesture to the beer in your hands. 

You feel relief rushing through you once you are out of the busy store again. The golden evening sun hits your skin, still blessing it with warmth, the air around you smells like summer, like fresh cut grass, hot pavement and honeysuckle. The wind kisses your skin and blows through your hair, it’s warm yet refreshing, it feels nice. 

“Did you buy that for me?” Dustin grins at you, pointing at the beers when you get into the passenger seat. 

Eddie glares at him through the rearview mirror. 

“Very funny, Dusty Bun.”

Lucas laughs at the nickname, nudging his shoulder against Dustin’s, “Dusty Bun,” he cackles, wiggling his brows. 

“Shut up, dude.” 

“You kids are too young to even think about trying beer,” you glare at the three teens in the back, most specifically at Lucas, who’s had some before. 

His smile falls a little, and he clears his throat, “that was one time.”

“Yeah, it better stay that way,” you point at him. 

Max snorts at the glare on your face. 

“Yes, mom.”

Eddie and Dustin chuckle. 

Your jaw drops, and you furrow your brows at the teen who is squished between Max and Dustin. 

“You act like a mom sometimes!” Lucas raises his hands up in surrender, shrugging at you. 

“No, I don’t!” 

“Yeah, you do, you’re mama bear,” Eddie snorts, making Dustin laugh louder. 

“Yeah, you’re not fooling us with your grumpy act.” 

You squint your eyes at the curly head, who is grinning happily at you. 

“Just accept it, Sweetheart,” Eddie chuckles, “you’re the mom of the group.”

“No, I only joined this group a few months back, there has to be a different mom–”

“Oh no, we only had single dad Steve,” Lucas giggles, wiggling his eyebrows at you, “but we got a mom and a dad now, so…” 

The smug look on his face, and the teasing in his eyes, isn’t exactly hard to miss. You know exactly what he is going at, what he has been going at for the past few months now. 

Sometimes, you can’t help but wonder if he somehow knows about your feelings for Steve, if he always knew about them, or if he is simply just teasing and still in the dark about everything. 

You are good at hiding your feelings, you always have been, no one ever found out about your feelings for Steve unless you wanted them to, but if there is someone who you wouldn’t underestimate, then it’s definitely Lucas, he is too smart for his own good, sometimes.

Eddie snorts beside you, mumbling, “mommy and daddy.” 

You elbow him, into his side, earning a groan from him. 

“That wasn’t very nice!” Eddie grumbles as he shoots you a glare, and presses his hand against his stomach. 

“Don’t be so dramatic, Edward.” 

He squints his eyes at you. 

“Who is Eddie then?” Dustin asks. 

“He’s the cool uncle,” Lucas shrugs. 

“Damn right, now stop yapping,” Eddie mumbles as he takes a look over his shoulder, “are you ready to throw up Hot Dogs after going on the roller coaster?” 

All three of them groan in disgust, scrunching up their faces, making him laugh. 

You shake your head at him when he starts laughing. 

“You’re such a menace.” 

Eddie only chuckles at you, he starts the car and turns up the music, and he rolls down the windows before he speeds out of the parking lot. 

You embrace the moments of peace before the chaos of the fair hits you, screaming children, crowds of people, and the overwhelming smell of food on every corner are something you are not looking forward to despite the hollowness in your stomach. You couldn’t get anything down the past few days, you nearly threw up this morning when you walked into the diner with Eddie, and the smell of Bacon hit you. 

The wind weaves through your hair as Eddie drives down the main road. 

The sound of music distracts you from your sad thoughts. 

The thought of him, filling your heart with life and your soul with hope.

He grounds you in your worst moments, and he doesn’t even know it.

-

The fairground is alive with music and screaming children, the sound of the roller coasters moving, conversations and laughter from every corner. The dazzling lights are a stark contrast against the dark sky, the smell of food wafts through the air. 

Robin and Vickie are standing next to Steve, giggling about something as they sip on their mixed beers. He is looking around, trying to catch sight of you, but you are nowhere to be found, and he is beginning to worry. 

Max and El had dragged you away for a roller coaster ride, but that was over an hour ago, and he hasn’t seen you ever since. 

Max had warned him before, when she reminded him of what this day means to you, of what happened a year back, of what and who you had lost. 

Steve doesn’t know how you deal with grief, how you feel on these kinds of days, there are too many of them in your life. He doesn’t know how you cope, he wishes that he could be there for you and give you a shoulder to lean on – but you aren’t very good at showing your true feelings or emotions, he only saw a glimpse of the truth that you hide behind those high walls you built around yourself and he doubts that you would come to him for comfort. 

A dreadful feeling is gnawing in his chest the more time passes without you being seen. 

“Hey Dingus, we’re going on the Ferris Wheel,” Robin nudges his shoulder, grinning at him. 

He blinks, tearing his eyes away from the crowds, he nods at his best friend. 

“Sure, have fun.” 

Robin furrows her brows as she takes in the sight of his frown, “are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he murmurs and plasters a smile on his face, “go and have fun with your girl.” 

She hesitates, her smile becoming weaker now, “you should go find Eddie or Dustin.”

“Yeah, I will, in a second.” 

“Your feet are not glued to the ground are they?” Vickie asks, chuckling. 

“Yeah, you’ve been stuck in this spot for like thirty minutes now!” Robin exclaims as she points her ringed finger at him, eyeing the way he is leaning against the wall with tension in his body. 

Steve chuckles, and brings his hand up to the side of his face, cupping his cheek for a moment, “I’m just looking out for the kids.”

Robin snorts, though she gives him a suspicious look. 

“Ah, but they’re not around,” she says, tilting her head as she gestures to all the strangers that surround the field, instead of the teens. 

“I told them I’d be here if they needed anything,” he shrugs and waves his hand at her, “now go and have your kiss on the top of the Ferris Wheel.” 

Robin slaps his shoulder, her cheeks taking on a deep red color, as Vickie giggles behind her. 

He chuckles at her, wiggling his brows and smirking at his best friend. 

Robin rolls her eyes and turns away from him, she offers her hand out to the redhead, who reaches for it, though with a blush on her cheeks and a shy smile on her lips. 

“See you later, Dingus,” Robin waves at Steve, not giving him the chance to respond before she drags her girl away and pushes through the crowds with her. 

Steve’s eyes follow them until he can no longer see them as they get lost in the midst of the chaos. Laughing children run around, chasing each other, a group of teenage boys carrying drinks they shouldn’t be allowed to buy, two young women walk past him, giggling amongst themselves as they eye him with interest in their eyes, Steve pays no mind to them, not even bothering to spare them a look despite the very obvious glances he is getting, even as they had already passed him. 

His eyes follow a different sight and his ears perk up at the sound of giggles that sound like yours, his lips twitch at the sound and his heart flutters wildly in his chest. 

He pushes himself off the tree he is leaning against and turns to look around. Steve’s hazel eyes soften the moment he finally sees you. 

You are standing in a circle with Eddie and his bandmates who all keep pestering you over something. Eddie leans closer to you and pinches your cheek, while Gareth jumps around you like some hyper puppy, his curls bouncing and his face flickering with amusement when you keep waving your hand at him. 

Steve smiles at the giggle that falls from your lips when Eddie swats your hand away after you ruffle his curls. 

He watches the way your lips move as you stare at him with a smug look on your face, saying something to him that makes him clutch his chest and gasp dramatically. 

Steve shakes his head as the metalhead lunges at you and you squeal in surprise before you turn around and run off with a giggle, bolting into the crowd with Eddie and Gareth hot on your heels, while Jeff and Grant follow the three of you slowly, shaking their heads in amusement.

Surprise lingers inside of him, Steve had never seen you so playful before, he had never witnessed you letting loose and having genuine fun. You are always on guard, always hiding away behind your brooding act that is slowly becoming less and less visible. 

Something has changed, something in your behavior has shifted in the past few weeks. You seem happier, you seem to smile more, you seem to be kinder to the people around you. 

Your walls are still up, but the foundation has begun to crumble, just like his did. 

You let him see a glimpse of something he never thought was even there, he saw your vulnerable side and your soft one, he saw how lovingly you treated your baby niece, he saw how sweet and gentle you could be – he saw the real you and it only made him weaker than ever before. 

There was always a part of him that left him feeling weak whenever he was with you – it wasn’t a bad kind of weak, but it was one that scared him. 

It doesn’t scare him anymore. 

He embraces the weakness now. 

Something, someone crashes into his chest, making him stumble back from the force, when he looks down, he finds you staring up at him, with your arms now wrapped around his waist and a softened look in your eyes as a smile rests on your lips. The dazzling, colorful lights from the rollercoaster and the ferris wheel only brighten the color of your eyes, making him get lost in them so easily. 

He feels your arms around his torso, and your hands on his back, your chest is now pressed against his and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say that the look in your eyes is a dreamy one as they look into his. 

The warmth in his chest blooms, the smile on his lips grows bigger, something in his stomach flutters when you stand on your tippy toes and remind him of the height difference between the two of you. 

“Hi Stevie,” you say softly. 

He would be lying if he said, he isn’t caught off guard by the tone in your voice and the look in your eyes, by your arms that are wrapped around him and your body that is pressed against his, so tightly and intimately, despite all the eyes that could see. 

“Hi Blondie,” he smiles as he slowly wraps his arms around you and acts on his feelings, when he brings you closer. 

The smell of your perfume is intoxicating and it does nothing to weaken the fluttering in his stomach. You smell like the cotton candy that you had shared with Max earlier and the beer you probably had been drinking all night, which is surprising, considering how much you despise the bitter taste of beer. 

“I missed you.” 

His eyes widen in surprise, and his eyebrows shoot up, the fluttering in his stomach now growing even stronger than before. 

You woke up in each other's arms this morning, you even sat at the kitchen table and drank your morning coffee together before you left to meet up with Eddie. 

But you missed him. 

You missed him, like he missed you.

Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, or maybe not – he hopes not. 

“Yeah?” He whispers. 

You nod, your eyes flicker to his lips, before they move back up, to meet his. 

“I missed you too, Blondie.”

He nearly crumbles when your smile grows even bigger and a blush creeps up on your face, a breathy, small giggle falls from your lips. And then, you surprise him once again, when you bury your face in his chest and hug him tightly. 

His heart rate picks up and his breathing becomes heavy from all the emotions inside of him. 

He certainly never met this side of you before,and he never even knew that you could become much softer than what he had already seen of you. 

Without looking around to make sure that you are away from prying eyes, he wraps his arms tighter around you, and hugs you in a way he wanted to all night. 

Confusion, adoration and happiness floods through him, all at once. 

Here he thought that this day would bring out some darkness in you, that you would hide in a corner and try to drink away your sorrows but instead the alcohol in your system brought something else out in you. 

As Steve holds you in the middle of the fairground and you slide your palm over his chest, resting your hand above the place where his heart beats strongly, he feels himself falling into your embrace, losing all his vision of the people and the things before him, losing all the sounds around him, no longer feeling the ground beneath his feet – all he sees is you, all he hears is the beating of his own heart, all he feels is you, only you. 

And as though, it didn’t hit him hard enough already, you place your chin on his chest and you tilt your head up to look at him, giving him a sweet smile, “kissy?” You ask, puckering your lips. 

He could melt into a puddle, right then and there. 

Despite not wanting to, he lets his eyes roam the space around you, making sure that none of your friends are watching, before he leans in to place a kiss on your lips – one that is way too quick for your liking, the pout that follows your puckered lips makes his heart burst. 

You look at him with literal puppy eyes, glinting with a pleading look. 

He almost doesn’t recognize you – you are not the Blondie that he saw a few hours back, but he is not complaining in the slightest, he really likes this side of you. 

Cupping your cheeks, he rests his large palms against your skin, his fingertips getting lost in your hair as he leans down to kiss you again, smacking his lips against yours, he delivers a loud kiss, one that makes you giggle when he pulls away again and looks down at you with a lazy smile on his face. 

“How much did you drink?” Steve asks, chuckling when you keep staring at him with a big smile. 

“Just a little bit,” you slur, and raise your hand to show him as you furrow your brows and hold your thumb and pointer finger into an L shape, “so much.” 

He laughs as he tucks your hair behind your ears, “alright.”

“I want something else now.” 

“What, more alcohol?” Steve asks, raising his brows. 

You shake your head, scrunching up your nose in a way that makes him smile as he looks at you adoringly.

“No, I think I had too much already.”

“Yeah, I think so too, honey,” he murmurs, the nickname rolling off his tongue easily, almost normal, “you don’t feel sick, do you?” 

“No, just thirsty.” 

“Alright, let’s get you something to drink then,” he says, unable to stop smiling, when you look at him this way. He moves his hands away from your face and he reaches for your hand, sliding his palm against your own, he entwines his fingers with yours, and you welcome his action, happily. 

Steve isn’t drunk, he didn’t have a single sip of alcohol this evening, not a single drag of Argyle’s joint and yet, he feels as though he is under the influence of something strong, his mind is in a haze, that careless and freeing feeling lingers in his chest, happiness and giddiness rushes through him and he feels as though he is floating with you. 

He can’t even find it in himself to care if anyone sees him with you like this – smiling at each other, hugging and kissing one another, holding hands, and acting like a couple. He knows your friends are here, but Steve just doesn’t give a damn – not even when Heidi walks past him with her friends and they all look at you weirdly. 

He hears the hushed whispers, he sees the squinted eyes as they look you up and down and their eyes fall on your entwined fingers. He pays no mind to the way they look at him, but irritation sparks at him when they keep staring at you. He can see the judgment, and the jealousy, it’s so obvious. 

Steve holds back the eyeroll and he grasps your hand tighter as he begins to drag you away from the prying eyes and the whispers of envy. He would rather kiss you and flip them off but he cannot risk this, he can’t risk you two getting caught. Rumors would circulate, words would get twisted and it would only be a matter of time until all your friends would find out. 

And he isn’t ready to get caught, he isn’t ready to lose this, to lose you. 

He glances down at you, seeing the smile that didn’t leave your face just yet. You are unaware to all the eyes on you, to the looks you were given, you are still holding onto his hand as tight as before, stepping closer to him when a group of boys rush past you. 

You turn to him and raise your head to glance at him, shooting him a sweet smile as you squeeze his hand, causing his heart to flutter and his smile to reappear. 

You are so cute like this. 

He pulls you closer and shields you from anyone who brushes past you as you walk through the crowd together, getting lost in the chaotic field, where the music is louder and the people are too. 

Steve looks around, trying to catch sight of the teens or Eddie and his bandmates but he only sees the town people that he couldn’t care less about while you follow him like some lost puppy, clinging to his side and looking up with big eyes, every few seconds or so. 

You both get in line at the drink stall, your hands are still joined, fingers entwined and arms still pressed together. You stumble into him, prompting him to hold you a little tighter. 

“I’m sorry,” you slur as you reach your free hand up to grab his arm. 

“It’s fine,” he chuckles at you, adoring you a little more and more as the seconds pass. 

You are drunk – not tipsy, not slightly drunk, no, you are genuinely and definitely drunk. And as he stands here with you, eying you closely and watching the way you keep looking up at him with your widened pupils and your lazy smiles, he realizes that he had never actually witnessed you being drunk – high and tipsy? Sure. But never drunk. 

“Why’d you drink so much, Blondie?” 

“I didn’t even drink that much,” you shrug, “I’m just not used to drinking that beer.”

Steve raises his brows, knowing how much you despise the taste of regular beer. You only drink it when it’s mixed with something. 

“What kind of beer?” 

You furrow your eyebrows, your eyes flash with confusion, you seemingly can’t remember the name of it. 

You look down and your eyes widen when you find a discarded can on the grass, you point your finger at it, “that one.”

Steve’s eyes follow your gaze and the direction your finger is pointing at, he raises his eyebrows again. 

“You don’t even like beer that much,” he mumbles and turns back to you. 

“Billy did,” you shrug. 

Oh. 

His features relax again and his shoulders slump a little, realization flickers in his eyes. 

You didn’t drink for fun, you were trying to forget about the sadness and the grief that must’ve lingered all day. 

He is surprised that the alcohol didn’t have a negative effect on you. Drinking while feeling sad can worsen those emotions, the alcohol can transform them into a darker sadness or even into anger and despair. 

But you seem fine, happy even. 

If only he knew that he is the reason for it. 

“The fireworks are about to start,” you say, pulling him out of his thoughts. 

He blinks. 

“Yeah,” Steve nods. 

“Do you want to watch them with me?” 

His heart skips a beat at the softness in your voice, at the hopeful look in your eyes and the sweet smile on your lips. 

Of course he does. 

“Yeah,” he smiles, nodding. “I’d love to.”

Your eyes crinkle as you beam at him, stealing his breath away with simple reactions like these. 

Steve is not even sure if anyone had ever looked at him this way, no one has ever even made him feel this way, no one had ever stolen his breath away just from simply looking at him the way you do now. 

You take him by surprise when you stand on your tippy toes and lean closer to him to place a kiss on his cheek, leaving him a blushing mess. 

Your giggle sounds like music to his ears, your touch drives him crazy as you squeeze yourself against him and lay your head on his chest as your arms come around his torso again. 

He could fall to his knees right here, right now. 

Is this the real you? 

Is this the side you’ve been hiding from the world? 

Is this the way you would have always been with him, had you not experienced so much loss and pain? 

Steve wraps his arms around you, unable to hold back from showing and giving you the affection that you are blessing him with in this moment, even when the anxiety of getting caught still lingers. 

He cups your cheeks and leans closer to your ear, “where do you wanna watch the fireworks?” 

“Maybe the woods? Or the big field?” You ask as you look at him with big eyes, “so we can be away from all these annoying people?”

He laughs when you gesture to the loud fairground visitors.

The lights that flicker around you kiss your beautiful face and your skin that he wants to feel on his at any time, your lips that always look so inviting, you look so delicate, so soft, so gorgeous, you look like someone that could ruin his life and right in this moment, he doesn’t even mind it, he would let you. 

It hits him, in this second, it hits him just how bad he’s got it for you. 

Steve Harrington is down bad. 

Down bad to a point in which he almost calls you ‘my girl’ when he is about to order your drink, he catches himself just in time but he can’t hide the blush that creeps up on his face. 

You don’t seem to notice though, you swing your joined hands back and forth and look around with a contentment in your relaxed features. 

He hands you the ice cold pepsi after placing the ten dollar bill on the small desk, telling the teen behind the counter to keep the change. 

“That was nice of you,” you say as you both start walking away from the drink stall and from the crowds.

“What, letting him keep the change?” 

You nod and let go of his hand to open your can. 

“Poor guy has to work on a holiday, he should get a good tip,” Steve shrugs, already missing the feeling of your hand in his, he raises his arm and wraps it around your shoulder instead, pulling you closer against him. 

Your lips twitch at that, a smile forms on your face. 

“Still, that was nice of you, you’re a nice guy,” you giggle. 

“Well, I gotta make up for all the times I wasn’t a nice guy.”

You don’t say anything to that, you can’t. Steve doesn’t even blame you, you witnessed him in his worst moments, you were his target, more than once. 

You shot back at him but your words weren’t hurtful, your insults and your jabs were never personal. You got under his skin, but not in the way he got under yours. 

He truly wasn’t a nice guy to you and that might be one of his biggest regrets. He was mean, awful even and now as he looks at you, at the cute frown on your face as you pop the can, at the way you take a sip of your favorite drink and smile afterwards, he can’t understand how he could ever treat you so unkindly, how he didn’t see you before.  

You might’ve been rough, snarky and unapproachable but there was never denying of how beautiful you are, how beautiful you have always been. 

How come he never asked you out? 

He might’ve never seen this side of you before and he only ever knew one side of you, but your snarkiness wouldn’t have kept King Steve away from you, if anything, your little act should’ve made him more intrigued. 

And now he can’t help but wonder what things would have been like had he not treated you the way he did, had he asked you out and fought for a chance with you. 

Could’ve things been different then? 

Would you have fallen in love with him? 

Would you have prevented the heartbreak that Nancy had cursed him with two years ago? 

The pain from his last relationship no longer matters to Steve, not since you, but this question still lingers. 

“This spot is perfect.”

You pull him out of the past and back into the presence with a tug on his hand. 

Steve looks around, you are no longer surrounded by people, instead it’s the trees that are around you and him, you’re at the edge of the forest, not far enough to drown at the music and the chatter but quiet enough to hear your voice clearer now, it’s much darker out here but he can still see you well enough. 

You close your eyes and drink your pepsi, completely unaware of his unwavering glances. A sigh leaves your lips and you place the now half full can on the ground before you step closer to him and reach for his hand again, taking a look at the watch around his wrist, you squint your eyes and lean down closer, “it’s about to start any minute.” 

He smiles at you, nodding his head slowly, “yeah.”

Steve feels the urge to pull you tight against him, to hold you and kiss you like he never did before. 

You look up and meet his eyes when you notice his staring, a smile appears on your lips, “what?” You ask with a soft giggle. 

He shakes his head and shrugs, “nothing.”

You bite your lip and he wants nothing more than to grab your face and kiss you breathless. 

You raise your eyebrows at him and stare back at him, stumbling over air as you try to take a step closer to him, making you both chuckle at your drunken clumsiness, your hand falls against his body, while he grabs your waist, steadying you on your own feet, “whoa, easy tiger.” 

You giggle at the nickname, making his own smile widen. 

“You’re really drunk, aren’t you?” 

You don’t even deny it, in fact, you don’t even answer the question as you keep staring up at him, keeping your hands against his chest as your eyes flicker from the spitcurl that hangs over his forehead, his eyes and his lips. 

Steve’s stomach flutters just the way his heart does, his skin tingles beneath from your touches, the look in your eyes makes him want to kiss you even more. 

“You’re feeling okay though, right?” He whispers as he slowly brings his hand up to the side of your face and he cups your cheek. 

“Yeah, I’m okay now,” you nod, leaning into his touch, “I-I just… I miss him.”

Steve might never understand the friendship you had with Billy, he only knew the ugly sides of him but you knew more, you saw deeper, you were his friend – something Steve didn’t even know Billy had, he was sure the guy didn’t even know what the term ‘friendship’ even meant. 

“And that’s okay, Blondie,” he says, giving you a sad smile, “it’s okay to miss people and to grieve for them.”

Tears well up in your eyes and your lips curl downwards. 

Steve didn’t mean for this to happen, he didn’t mean to make you cry. 

“Hey,” he whispers, pulling you closer as he catches the first tear with his thumb, “it’s okay, honey.”

You sniffle and roll your eyes at yourself, “he would punch me in the face for crying,” you joke.

Steve can’t help but laugh. 

“And he’d make fun of me for being with you, he would like–” you pause and lean in to peck his lips, “he would smack my head if I did that in front of him!” You say with a giggle, despite the tears that still keep falling.

His cheeks heat up at the kiss, the need for more growing strong in his chest. 

“He really didn’t like me, huh?”

“Not one fucking bit, Stevie,” you chuckle sadly. 

Steve wonders how things would be if he was still here, would this thing between you even work out? 

Would Billy keep you away from him?

“But nothing could take me away from you, he’d just have to suck it up,” you whisper as you peck his lips again, shutting down the worries in his head. 

He almost feels his pulse in his throat as his heart beats faster, your words doing little to calm the beating of his heart. 

“Oh?” Is the only thing he can say as all the other words freeze in his brain. 

You nod as you look into his eyes deeply, refusing to break eye contact. He notices the way your chest starts moving faster as your breathing gets heavier, he sees the way your smile transforms into a nervous frown and your throat bobs as you try to come up with words. 

His breath hitches in his throat when you whisper his name shakily. 

“I–”

Whatever you were about to say gets lost in the wind as the loud explosion in the sky cuts you off and tears your attention away from him. The colors pop in the sky, illuminating the darkened space around you both.

You tilt your head to watch the lights that reflect in your eyes, the smile you wore before makes its way back into your pretty face, the tension in your body disappears and you relax into him again. 

But while your drunken mind gets distracted by all of this so easily, Steve only really sees you. He doesn’t look up just yet, he lets himself admire you for a moment. 

Your eyes light up as they meet his for a brief second, flashing with awe. 

His heart could jump out of his chest from how hard it’s beating, his knees could give out any moment now. 

“Look!” You beam at him as you point your finger at the blue colors. 

His gaze follows yours but it returns to your face so quickly, something about you pulls him in, a magnet, a string, a strong connection – he can’t identify it yet, but he feels like his whole being yearns for you and not just sexually. 

He wants to keep doing this, he wants to keep holding your hand, he wants to keep hugging you, he wants to keep spending time with you like this, he wants to stand under the night sky with you, and he especially wants to do this. 

“Hey,” he whispers as he cups your cheeks with both hands, pulling your attention back to him. 

You greet him with an adoring smile, “hi,” you whisper.

Steve caresses your cheek, he is starting to lean in closer, fading out the colors that flash in his peripheral vision, before his lips can even touch yours, you throw your arms around his neck and beat him to it, pressing your lips against his over and over again before you move on to both of his cheeks and even the tip of his nose as you start showering him in kisses, catching him off guard completely. 

Steve giggles in surprise, his cheeks match the colors that lighten up the sky as they glow red. 

And then, you finally pull him into a longer kiss. 

You close your eyes and he does too, your lips start moving slowly, passionately. You rest your hands on his neck and steal his breath away by deepening the kiss as you slip your tongue into his mouth and let him have a taste of your sweetness, the cotton candy and the pepsi still linger on your lips. 

Your noses bump into each other and you break the kiss with a giggle, giving him a sweet smile before you lean back in again, kissing and continuing to steal his breath away, not knowing what you have just done to his poor heart, how much life, how much hope you have filled it with. 

A smile, a giggle, a simple kiss with you is all it takes for all the defense around him to crumble into dust. 

Something he thought he lost seeps back into his heart, something he thought that stayed in the past and to never be touched again blooms in him. 

Everything inside of him screams in joy, his stomach doing somersaults, his skin prickling from the excitement, his lips tugging into a smile even through the kiss that he deepens more and more. 

This kiss is different from all the other ones you have shared before, this one means something, this one won’t lead to you tearing each other’s clothes off. No, this is just a kiss. 

A kiss that means everything. 

A kiss that changes everything. 

You stole his breath completely and made it your own, you stole his heart, his soul, his whole being. 

And the noise of the fireworks, the sparks igniting from them, match those in Steve's heart. Just exploding, bursting, burning him from inside out.

And he embraces the feeling fully.

He wants more of this, more of you. 

He wants to cross a line, he wants you in a whole new way and he is no longer ashamed to admit it to himself. 

It feels like forever as you stand there beneath the sparkling sky, kissing and staying in each other’s embrace as you both savor every second of this moment, only pulling away to catch your breaths before you lean back in for more. 

The fireworks stop, but only those in the sky. 

Your lips are still moving with each other, your tongues still mingling together, whines and whimpers fall from you – tonight, they don’t fill him with lust and need, no, tonight they fill him with adoration. 

Your arms tighten around his neck, your nose is flush against his as you refuse to break the kiss but the lack of air makes it impossible and it forces you away from him, though you don’t pull away too far, only enough to catch your breath.

Steve leans his forehead against yours, slowly opening his eyes to look into yours, his heart flutters yet again when he sees how wide your eyes are, how they flicker with deep emotions. 

Unable to hold back, he leans in to peck your puffy lips one more time. 

“Steve,” you whisper as your hands begin to slip from his shoulders to his chest. 

“Yes?”

“Can I be with you tonight?”

He furrows his brows at your question, he wants you to be with him tonight, he wants you with him every night. 

“Of course, Blondie.”

You smile at him though it’s a weak one and it makes him frown. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” you shake your head, scrunching your nose. 

“Are you feeling sick?” He asks, tilting your head up. 

You shake your head again, “just really tired.”

Your words are still slurred, the alcohol still deep in your system. 

“Let’s go home then.”

“Do you want to go?” You ask, looking at him with a cute frown on your face as you tilt your head to the side, “I-I can still wait if you want to stay here longer.”

Steve smiles at you, shaking his head, “no, I want to go home with you.”

The smile on your lips replaces the frown. 

He brushes his thumb against your bottom lip and stares at you adoringly. 

“Come on, we should tell Eddie.” 

You pick up your discarded drink before you slide your fingers through his, intertwining your fingers with his again. 

“Let’s go,” he whispers, squeezing your hand. 

You follow him without a single word, walking beside him quietly as you make your way out of the woods and back into the fair where the lights are bright and he can see you better now. 

It’s still just as crowded as it was before and just as loud. 

Steve keeps you close, glancing at you, he notices the squinted eyes and how displeased you look by all the noises and the people around you. 

He holds your hand tighter, giving it another reassuring squeeze. 

“I can’t wait to go to sleep,” you mumble, taking the last few sips of your soda before you throw it into the trashcan you pass by. You wrap your free hand around his bicep and squish your cheek against it.

Steve’s smile widens, his eyes glint with nothing but fondness. 

“There you are!” 

Steve turns to find Eddie walking towards you both, throwing his hands up with a worried look on his face that slowly begins to disappear when he realizes that you have been with him all this time, though his eyebrows pull together when he sees your entwined hands and the closeness between you. 

Steve expects you to run away from him and into your best friend’s arms, but you don’t, you stick to his side. 

“Hi Eddie!” You mumble lazily as a smile appears on your face. 

You all halt in your tracks once you meet in the middle. 

“Hey sweets, are you okay?” He asks, eying you up and down one more time. 

“Peachy!”

“Where have you been?” 

Steve clears his throat, “we watched the fireworks from the woods and now I’m gonna take this one home, she’s tired.”

Eddie squints his eyes at him, giving a once over now – the way he has been doing it for some time now, like he is suspicious of his actions, like he wants to figure him out so he can protect you from him and irritates Steve. 

“I can take her home,” Eddie shrugs. 

“No!” You protest, clinging to Steve’s arm, you hold him tighter not wanting to be pulled away from him. 

Steve chuckles softly, he looks down at you adoringly. 

“Don’t worry, Eddie. I’ll take her home to sleep, maybe shove some coffee down her throat, see if that helps. I am sensing I’m having a hungover Blondie tomorrow.” 

Eddie raises one eyebrow at him, he crosses his arms over his chest, defensively. And Steve notices it from the corner of his eye, causing the smile to leave his face as a frown etches into his features instead. 

“I’m not doing anything if that's what you’re fucking thinking, Munson.” 

Eddie raises his hands up in surrender, “sorry, can’t blame me for caring.”

That… Stings. 

That actually hurts his feelings. 

He may not be as close to Eddie as you are to him, but Eddie knows him well enough to know that he would never do anything like this. 

“You really think I’m that disgusting?” Steve asks, not bothering to hide the hurt in his voice. 

Eddie sighs. 

Of course he doesn’t. 

He is just protective of his best friend, of her feelings. 

Neither of you notice the way you keep looking between them, completely lost and confused. 

“I don’t know what kind of deal you both have, Steve, but I’m allowed to care. I would’ve given her the same look if the roles were reversed.” 

“She’s not like that,” Steve argues instantly. 

Eddie sighs again, uncrossing his arms, he drops them to his side as he takes a look at the sky with a long sigh. 

“I know she’s not, I know you’re not. Just… take care of her…”

Steve is still hurt by Eddie’s reaction, by the accusing look in his eyes, like Steve would do anything to hurt you. 

He knows that it might only be because you are his best friend, because he feels protective of you, because he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you – but to know that he was worried about you while you were with him makes him feel sick. 

Steve would never do anything to hurt someone, let alone you. 

“Can we go now?” You ask, looking up at him with big eyes. 

A weak smile appears on his face as he looks down at you, “yeah, we can go.”

Steve doesn’t notice the way Eddie’s squinted eyes linger on him, the way he looks down at your hands, watching as Steve pulls you closer despite you being glued to his side already. 

He can’t help but sigh when he sees the way you look at him, the dreaminess and the love is so evident and it worries him, your feelings for Steve worry him because he fears that he will break your heart, that he will rip it out of your chest. 

Eddie is so focused on his worries, he doesn’t even see the way Steve looks at you. 

“I’m gonna call you tomorrow, Eds.”

Eddie smiles at you, “yeah, alright.” 

Steve nods at Eddie, only giving him a small smile as he starts pulling you away. 

“Bye man,” Steve mumbles as he brushes past him. 

“Bye Eddie!” 

“Yeah, sleep well, sweets.” Eddie smiles, waving at you. 

Walking away from the fairground and leaving behind the crowds of people and your best friend feels like a relief to Steve. He can’t move past the glances the metalhead gave to him, the worried looks he spared you as though you were in some kind of danger with him. 

He can’t confront him, he can’t talk to him about it and tell him how wrong he is though, he would give away his feelings and he can’t do that. 

You walk beside him quietly, not a single word falls from your lips, you just keep holding his hand, looking up at him every once in a while until you make it to his car. 

Steve opens the door for you, begrudgingly letting go of you so you can get inside, he helps you buckle in your seatbelt, a surprised chuckle falls from his lips when you use the opportunity to kiss his cheek and he can’t even help himself but do the same to you, smacking his lips against your cheek to give you a loud smooch, one that makes you giggle. 

He can see the tiredness in your eyes, the way you slowly blink and how you sink deeper into the car seat as you yawn. 

“Let's get you into bed, honey.”

Steve keeps the music on low during the drive home, you keep dozing off as your head keeps falling to the side but every time you open your eyes again, you look at him and you keep your eyes on him, making him blush beneath your softened gaze. 

And then, you make his heart swell and his chest vibrate when you place your hand on his thigh and smile at him sweetly. 

Everything about you drives him crazy today. 

Every glance, every touch, every word, every kiss. 

You have brought something out in him, something that was buried deep inside, hidden and locked away but you have found the key, you unlocked it, you brought something back that he thought was impossible to ever resurface again and you made it yours, you made him yours, all yours. 

And now, he wants to give you everything. 

He wants to take care of you, he wants to shower you with affection, he wants to be the one for you. 

You’re making things complicated but in the most amazing of ways, in the most beautiful of twists that he couldn’t believe would happen again for him. Your small glances are enough to turn a flame in his entire body, your hand on his thigh as he parks at his home enough to send butterflies in his stomach, butterflies that he swore died when Nancy broke his heart.

Your touch is enough to make him tremble and make his knees buckle, when he helps you out of his car, both of you laugh as you almost fall right on your ass, even with his help. He is happy. He is content. He is extremely giddy when he is with you, as if he were fourteen all over again.

Even when you are not like this, when you are not this bubbly uncaring self, he still enjoys his time with you. He enjoys the accidental snorts that make him laugh as you swat him to try to stop him from laughing. The happy delighted moans you give when you try his cooking. The out of nowhere conversations in the mornings that you two now share together. 

He likes it when you put on that strong wall, it makes you look cute, it makes him want to break it down. He loves the small banter, the pretend fights when you two are with the whole group, the way you pinch his side when you walk past him when no one is looking. He adores it.

When he finally manages to get you inside, he immediately urges you into the kitchen, making you drink water, not pepsi, despite your pouts and your teary eyes which almost make him become a puddle on the floor. He also gives you a leftover chicken sandwich he had in his fridge so you would eat something to absorb the alcohol.

“Eat at least half of that.” He commands and you just grumble something, cutely so, underneath your breath as you take a bite. He knew you probably didn’t eat anything at the fair, a possible reason for your drunkenness.

“I’ll eat… if you give me a kiss.” And just like that you pucker your lips his way and his heart can barely handle it. He licks his lips before leaning towards you and placing them on yours in a soft peck, a quick one. You smile before taking the first bite, and when you swallow it seems as if it turns on the hunger in your belly because you devour that sandwich in seconds.

He hopes you keep it down your stomach for the whole night and that it helps you feel okay in the morning. He wonders how you will act tomorrow, if you’ll remember all of this, if you’ll remember how much you kissed him, how you made him feel. He should tell you… He should…

But what if it’s the alcohol doing its thing?

“Okay, let’s go to bed.” And doing so turns out to be a challenge because as soon as you finish your food and water, your eyelids start to drop. Getting you off the stool and dragging you upstairs is easy but keeping you sitting up as he tries to change you into his clothes, that is another issue.

“I don’t wanna…” You mumble as you throw yourself back down onto the mattress, chest bare. He would have gotten riled up, if it weren’t for the fact he felt domestic, fluttery, and his chuckles came out easily out of his lips when looking at you.

“You have to, it’s just the shirt, come on.” His voice is soft as he talks to you, making you raise yourself up again, sitting in front of him and raising your arms up for him to slide his shirt on you. As soon as it’s on, you bounce back and get comfortable in his pillow with a contented sigh. He smiles at you as he takes off his shirt and starts unbuckling his belt in order to get comfortable. His own tiredness is starting to take a toll on his body.

He doesn’t notice that you had turned your head to look at him again, and a wolf whistle is heard in the room, making him turn to look at you. You have a cheeky smile on your face and he feels himself blushing slightly as he laughs, taking his pants off next, leaving him in boxers only. 

“As if you haven’t seen it before.” He says and it only makes you whistle again as he saunters over with a shake of his head, a smile still plastered on his lips.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t adore it everytime,” you whisper. 

And that makes the smile drop, but in shock. Your words went deep, soothing over wounds that had been created long ago, and he doesn’t mean his scars. He has to clear his throat in order to walk towards the bed and get inside right next to you, only for you to immediately crawl on top of him, laying your chin on his chest, looking at him.

It holds so much adoration for some reason, a sparkle that makes Steve’s stomach turn, hope that rose in his throat like vomit, ready to come out, overwhelming him. You are looking at him as if he hung the stars for you, as if he were your only person in the entire world. 

And he knows he is looking down at you in the exact same way.

“What now?”

“You’re just so pretty… It’s stupid how pretty you are.” He chuckles, making his chest rumble and for you to bounce up and down with it. 

You pout but it’s followed by a smile, “it���s true, you are.”

“I’m not told that very often Blondie.” He honestly replies and that makes you raise your head up and look down at him with determination in your eyes. “Wh–”

He can’t even finish his question because your lips start going crazy on his face, but softly, caring, taking extra time on following the lines of moles he has on his jaw. He is startled, shocked, for no one ever did this to him, not even his own mother. No one ever showered him with affection, with kisses. 

And as though that wasn’t sweet and surprising enough, you nuzzle your nose against his, giggling when a big smile appears on his face. 

You are cute. You are so fucking cute. 

It is an overwhelming feeling, one that almost makes him feel like crying. 

Your lips pressed on the tip of his nose as you pulled away, a proud smile on your face, and he wonders what is going through your mind right now. If it it’s all true, fuck, he wants it all to be true. He needs it to be true. He needs and desires that you are doing all of this intentionally to him, despite the alcohol. 

“There, now you know.” 

You really are beautiful, so beautiful. He feels drunk on you, seeing you, feeling you… his hand rises up, not able to contain himself as it runs through the back of your head and pulls you down to his lips, letting him give you a deep kiss. A kiss that made the fireworks he saw earlier explode inside his room again. 

You follow his lips with a hum, and he doesn’t want to pull away. He needs it all. He needs you. Not in the way he has been having you the past month. Not at all, not even close.

He lets you pull away, and his hand caresses your cheek, pulling your head down to rest on his chest again as your legs intertwine with his underneath the sheets. He wonders if you can hear how fast his heart is beating. If it bangs your head from how hard he feels his chest being hit with it. 

“Sleep Blondie.” He wishes anything but that, but he needs the silence, the time alone.

“Hmm… night Stevie…” And he knows your eyes are closed, that you mumble that with the last bit of strength you had. His eyes remain on the ceiling as his mind starts working, gears going round and round, going overtime.

He had been running from the definition of the feeling, even if he knew it was there, even if he accepted everything else that came with it. He kept running and running, and now he had hit a wall.

So it’s time to stop and turn around to face you.

Steve Harrington decides to stop running as he looks down at you and his lips press at the top of your head while his arms hold you tighter. You whine in your sleep, yet your cheek nuzzles even more into his chest. 

He can’t deny you anymore. Not when you look like this in his arms. Not when you peppered his face with kisses he never received. Not when he saw you in a vulnerable moment of yours. Not when he gets to see you moan in pleasure because of him. Not when he gets to see you have fun with everyone else. Not when you saved his life, going headfirst for him. Not when you already send smiles his way that make his heart stop.

And if you wake up tomorrow with a headache, he will be waiting for you with coffee in hand, an advil, and some food, ready to help you. To take care of you. He will let you lay in his bed all the time you need, all in order to make you feel better.

Because Steve Harrington started feeling again.

He likes you. He terribly and adoringly likes you… and he is afraid because–

It’s nowhere near little. Not at all.

“Can’t believe I fell for you, Blondie.”

♡

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Spellbound Part 9

I keep saying things are ramping up, but believe me this is just getting started. Though, I think it will only have 14 chapters, so we are nearing the end.

In this we have the kids trying help, and Eddie gets into a spot of trouble.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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Steve was up with the first light of dawn. The mist clung to the earth like a death shroud and a chill went down his back that had nothing to do with the heavy rain the night before.

Jim, Wayne, Callahan, and Billy all showed up at Steve’s door.

“Where’s Eddie?” Steve asked Wayne. The sense of dread building up like a fire in his gut.

Wayne shook his head. “He said that he would join us later, there was something in town he needed to take care of first.”

Steve frowned but wisely said nothing. He lead the group all the way to town gate where he stopped. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Dustin, Mike,” he growled, “come out of those bushes now.”

There was some rustling and some clear shoving and Robin, Max, and Lucas all stumbled out of the bushes as well.

“Robin!” he hissed. “You’re supposed to keep them home not join them!”

Robin shrugged. “They want to help find their friend and you need as many as people as you can get.”

Steve let out several harsh breaths through his nose. He turned around and said, “By the raise of your hands, how many of you know the difference between a red cap cry and the sound of an actual child in distress?”

No one raised their hands.

“Uh, what now?” Jim said tilting his head. “You mean to tell me that these bastards hunt by sounding like a child in trouble?”

“How do you lot not know this?” Steve huffed. “There are creatures on your very doorstep that you simply should know! The reason Will is even out there in the first place is because this town is so woefully ignorant that he wasn’t taught how to look for the signs.”

“We usually don’t leave town,” Callahan said with a tilt of his head. “I guess we just didn’t think it was necessary.”

“You have a changeling in your house, Jim,” Steve insisted. “The Hendersons have a brownie. There are now three witches with familiars in this town. How can any of you think that magic would stop at the town gate?”

Wayne frowned. “It’s like there is something there that I want to remember, but I just can’t. Every time I try slips away like a moonbeam.”

“I don’t have the time or energy to reverse such a spell if there is one,” Steve said with a pout. “But it has to be of magical origin.”

The older adults nodded.

“Can we get going now?” Mike bit out. “My best friend is going to be eaten if we sit here dithering about old farts and their faulty memories!”

A gold light flicked from Steve’s hand to Mike’s mouth. “You best watch your tongue. If we going in there half cocked then we risk far more harm than good. And you listen when your betters are talking.”

Mike opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He tried shouting but there were no sounds coming out of his mouth.

“So that’s what that spell looks on someone else,” Robin said blinking at him for a moment. “Don’t worry it wears off in a few minutes. But Steve is right, we need a plan and knowledge on how to avoid getting ourselves eaten by thing. How do you think Will would feel if he got rescued at the cost of your life?”

Mike’s shoulders slumped and mouthed ‘I’m sorry.’

Steve let out a slow breath. “Right. One of the first ways to tell the difference between a Redcap and an actual child is not how it’s said, but what is said.”

“What do you mean?” Max said, tilting her head to the side.

“No scared child is going to be able to give you clear instructions on how to get to them,” Steve explained. “But a redcap will say things like ‘you’ve gone too far’, ‘I’m on your left’, ‘I need you to come closer’.”

“Oh!” Dustin said, eyes wide in shock. “But you’re so worried about finding a hurt child you don’t stop to think that you’re being led!”

Steve snapped his fingers at him. “Exactly that. Also and this is the worst part, they will try to sound like someone you know.”

There was some murmuring and shuffling and distinctly not looking at Steve.

“Which is why I wanted the kids to stay at home,” Steve said, glaring at Robin, who had the decency to look ashamed. “If I knew the kids were home safe with her, I couldn’t be tricked into failing for their illusions.”

They were all silent for a while before Robin spoke. “I’ll take them home. Bav will keep them safe.”

“No!” Mike cried, balling up his fists in rage. “I won’t go! My best friend needs me!”

Steve took him by the shoulders. “You especially, Mike. How do you think the redcap captured Will in the first place? It mimicked you.”

That brought everyone up short and there was a stillness that wasn’t there before.

“You don’t know that,” Mike muttered, hanging his head down as his fists were clenched in rage. “You can’t know that.”

“I can and I do,” Steve said firmly. “Because he was in love with you. Is in love with you.”

Mike’s head shot up and he looked Steve in the eyes as the realization hit him. “Oh.”

“He would want you safe!” Steve insisted further. “Please if you care about him at all, you’ll stay clear of this! Please!”

Mike let out a shuddering breath. And then another. “Yeah. Of course I care about him. I always have.”

“So you’ll stay here?” Steve pressed. “For his sake?”

Robin reached out her hand. “Come on, Mike. I’ll take you kids back home.”

Mike looked at her hand for a moment and nodded. He took her hand and the rest of the kids followed her back into the town where they would be safe.

“All right,” Steve said turning back to the men. “Let’s do this. Let’s bring Will Byers home!”

~

Eddie had been suspicious of Chrissy since that day with changeling and Chief Hopper, as both Wayne and he had been home and when he asked her who was at the door she said it was no one. But when Steve told him to take the packets for Wayne’s arthritis? He knew exactly who had been at his door.

So while she seemed genuine about mooning over Robin and let him rant about Steve, even when it turned from complaining about the near constant stream of people thinking the witch’s house was Eddie’s to realizing he had fallen in love with the bright, happy man, Eddie made sure to keep their goings on out of his mouth.

He didn’t trust her.

He had decided to stay behind while Wayne went to hunt for Will to see what Chrissy would do with the house empty. He didn’t have to wait long.

Sure enough Chrissy came down the lane followed by Jason and another man. He was dressed all in black and wore an expression just as dark.

They reached his house and the dark one stopped.

“This is the witch’s house,” he said firmly. “Do not seek to lead us a stray, woman. I have been to many a witch’s house and this is one if ever I saw it.”

Chrissy stopped and looked at his house, shaking her head. “I thought so as well, good sir, but the witch’s house is yonder.”

She pointed at the bright yellow house with green accents and cheery garden.

The man grabbed her arm and shook her violently. “Do not speak against your betters, wench. To accuse some poor fellow as a witch when the real witch has been hiding in plain sight all along.”

“Jason,” Chrissy begged. “Tell him that Steve is the witch and not Eddie.”

“He has clearly place a spell over you,” Jason said with a sneer. “You weren’t supposed to cozy up to him, you were supposed to pump them for information.”

Oh shit! Eddie thought before his door was being kicked in by the newcomer. He sprung for the back door, but Jason was blocking the way.

“Chrissy!” he cried as both men advanced on him. “Help me!”

But Chrissy stood there motionless, eyes unblinking as they dragged him out into the daylight.

Jason and the newcomer dragged Eddie to the town square.

The townspeople came out of their houses to see what the commotion was about.

“Good people of Hawkins!” the newcomer cried. “I am Witch Hunter Thomas Hagan and I have been brought to your town to root out the witch! A lo! Here he is!”

“That is no witch,” someone said. “That is merely Eddie Munson. The witch isn’t here!”

“Witches aren’t evil!” Joyce cried out. “Steve is a good man who is looking for my son!”

“To eat him!” Hagan cried. “Do not be deceived! Witches will live among you for a time until you let your guard down, then they will devour your children! They will feast on the blood of your animals. Use their entrails for their dark magic. They will suck the life force out of every good person here and then move on to the next town!”

There was some murmuring from the towns people but before Hagan could speak again, a furry little body bit down hard on his hand, letting Eddie loose.

Eddie grabbed the ferret and ran. He tucked his friend into the inside of his shirt sprinting for the town gate.

“Seize him!” Jason cried.

Suddenly there were sounds of many feet rushing to do the mayor’s son’s bidding.

Eddie had no desire to see who had taken it upon themselves to bring him back so he just put his head down and ran.

~

Steve felt a sense of unease build the further he got away from town. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the fight with the redcap that was sure to be coming or if there was something more sinister going on at home.

He brushed the thoughts away. He needed to concentrate on finding Will.

He reached the edge of the marsh where Argyle was waiting for them in fox form. He pulled out a bit of cloth from his pocket.

“His mother gave me this,” Steve said kneeling in front of Argyle. “She says she hasn’t washed it yet and should have his scent.”

“Yes,” Argyle said solemnly. “I can smell it from here. It smells like Jonathan without the spicy scent of magic.”

“Duly noted,” he said with a nod. “Will Jonathan be joining us?”

“No,” Argyle said with a huff, “he wants to stay home in case Will escapes closer to his house then to their mom’s.”

“That is wise indeed,” Steve murmured and then stood up, turning to face the other searchers. “This Argyle Foxspirit he will be helping us find Will. He is a shapechanger and friend. Argyle, this is Billy, Jim, Wayne, and Callahan. They will be aiding in the search.”

Argyle yipped while the other four men stared at the kit fox in amazement.

Steve looked over at Wayne and Jim and tilted his head to the side. Their features seemed smoother and their brow was lighter and not furrowed. Whatever the spell was that prevented the elders of the town from knowing about supernatural creatures seemed to be wearing off the further they got from town.

He licked his upper lip slowly and then motioned for them to follow Argyle.

It was truly something to pondered, but not now. Not when Will needed him.

~

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[ganjas-shit]

Oh, You’re Breaking My Heart

Summary: You get to the bottom of Billy’s feelings but will it be too late?

Pairings: Billy x reader, slight Steve x reader (nothing too crazy)

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, sexual intercourse, cursing, abuse, blood, harsh language, Neil Hargrove, angst, mention of drugs, mental illness, panic attack.

Authors note: So, turns out I will be turning this into a series but STILL don’t know how long yet! I hope you guys enjoy I’ve been working on this all day. Message me or comment if you’d like to be apart of the tag list! Thank you for your support <3

Chapter Two: You’re gonna be okay.

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The morning air was crisp and refreshing, like sipping cool water. It felt invigorating against your skin, awakening your senses to the day ahead.

You took one more deep breath, enjoying the cool air in your lungs and closed the door behind you, locking it with your house key, and made your way towards the front of your house waiting for Steve’s arrival.

You close your eyes before slapping a hand over your forehead. “Shit,” you mutter under your breath, realizing you forgot to call him this morning. With his habit of sleeping in, you’d likely be late for the billionth time only this time you didn’t find it in you to care, the excitement from last nights events still lingered in your belly.

Billy showed a different side of himself, setting aside his usual arrogance and charm. This unexpected change only fueled your excitement, leaving you eager to learn more about him.

The sound of Billy and Max bickering snapped you out of your thoughts. Though you couldn’t discern their exact exchange, it was evident Billy had the upper hand as Max slammed the passenger door of his car. “Watch it, shitbird, or you’ll be walking to school!” Billy’s voice echoed with attitude and irritation. Neil’s sudden appearance brought a stern reminder for Billy to mind his words when speaking to his sister

As he was about to get into his car, your eyes met his ocean-blue ones, but they held anger towards you, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You immediately shook it off, offering him a wave and your bright, sweet smile. He maintained eye contact for a moment but disregarded your greeting, hopping into the driver’s seat of his blue Camaro.

You stood there, dumbfounded, watching him speed off, cringing at the loud sound of his departure. Did you do something? You thought to yourself.

You found the interaction between him and his father last night rather odd. His father’s presence was intimidating and uncomfortable, yet Billy left with a small smile directed towards you. It seemed like he was grateful for your conversation, so you couldn’t understand what could’ve happened.

Steve arrived momentarily, surprisingly on time, his burgundy bmw stopping right in front of you house. You climbed into the passenger side, a mixture of frustration and disappointment bubbling within you. With a heavy hand and a distracted mind, you slammed the passenger door of Steve’s car.

“Hey, easy!” He yelled, his tone irritated at your lack of consideration for his precious baby, bringing you back to the present moment. “Sorry,” you mumbled, shifting your belongings to the front of your legs and fastening your seatbelt.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve huffed. “Who pissed in your cereal this morning?” He glanced towards the driver’s window, checking for any incoming cars or pedestrians.

“Billy Hargrove,” you muttered grumpily, turning your gaze out the window as the trees and houses began to blur with the increasing speed of Steve’s car.

Steve looked over at you, his grip tightening on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white in the process. “Yeah, well, at least you’re not being benched today because of him,” Steve said, his tone tinged with anger at the fact that Billy clearly upset you and at the realization that he’s not starting or playing the opening game today.

You remained quiet still distracted by your thoughts.

“What happened?” Steve asked, glancing over towards you. You straightened up and began explaining what had occurred the night before.

You started to explain the night in vivid detail to Steve, although he wished you wouldn’t have because he already didn’t like the idea of you and Hargrove together, and hearing the details made him inwardly vomit.

The car came to a halt when you had arrived at school. Steve parked and took the key out of the ignition, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Billy’s always kind of had a weird temper, y/n," Steve spoke carefully. He wasn’t being judgmental; he's just been a firsthand witness to it. "Him and I have roughed each other up a couple of times," he admitted.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “You guys fought?! MORE THAN ONCE? ” You felt a surge of anger; Steve had lied to you. “So that one day after school, when you had a bruised eye, it wasn’t from bumping into a locker, it was from Billy?!” You mimicked Steve’s stupid voice, scolding him.

Steve rolled his eyes at your reaction, his head hitting the back of his headrest. It was the very reason he didn’t want to tell you, because he knew you’d freak out like this. “Can you let me finish?” he asked, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

You waved your hands at him, signaling for him to continue.

“It was after practice one day, Neil, his dad had come to watch our scrimmage game,” Steve spoke.

Steve never forgot that day. Neil Hargrove looked like the biggest dick of a father anyone could have, and the way he spoke to Billy that day confirmed it.

"Billy, stop being a fucking pussy and get on defense!" Neil screamed, as if he were the assistant coach or something. Steve knew Billy could play defense; hell, he was the one who taught him to plant his feet properly.

Steve had the ball, with Billy defending closely. As Steve dribbled, scanning for an opening, he noticed Billy's distant and uneasy expression; it wasn’t filled with arrogance and a cocky smile like it usually was. "Hey man, you alright?" Steve asked, still dribbling. Billy's response was a glare of rage, yet he seized the opportunity. With a swift move, he snatched the ball from Steve's hand, pushing past him, sending Steve on his ass. Smoothly dribbling past him, Billy scored.

When Billy scored, he yelled and smiled as he usually did, then looked to the sidelines where his father stood, seeking some sort of approval or applause from him. However, he received nothing. Neil walked out, acknowledging nothing and Billy’s smile faltered immediately.

Coach Williams called an end to practice, and everyone left for the locker rooms to shower. Steve stayed for a couple more minutes to stretch his legs. As he walked out, he heard some yelling. Curious, he peeked over the wall to his right and saw Neil and Billy. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but he did see Neil push Billy into the wall. Although he wasn’t close enough to hear the exchange, Billy looked frightened, and Neil appeared angry at God knows what. Steve witnessed Neil slap Billy once in the face, causing even him to flinch. With that, Neil left, leaving Billy there. Billy’s head hung low as he looked at his shoes and wiped his eyes.

Steve didn’t know what to do but he did what felt right. Again he asked like a broken record. “You alright?”

Billy flinched at the sound of Steve’s voice. “What did you see?” Billy spat with rage. Steve was confused and even hurt by his response. He was just asking if he was okay? Jesus Christ, was this kid always angry and defensive? Steve thought.

Steve decided Billy was a lost cause. He rolled his eyes, turned his back on him, and decided to just leave.

"Are you deaf?" Billy spat, his voice filled with anger, as he followed behind Steve and forcefully pushed his back, causing Steve to stumble and fall once again.

Steve's empathy ran out, replaced by anger. He got up and pushed Billy back. "Looks like you got some fire in you after all, Harrington!" he laughed manically. Steve noticed Billy's bloody nose, but it wasn't from him; it was from Neil.

Billy then charged at Steve, landing a punch on the right side of his face, and Steve retaliated almost instantly. They grappled and exchanged blows for a couple of minutes until Tommy H. and another teammate intervened to break up the fight.

You let out a deep sigh as Steve finished speaking.

Your heart broke for Billy; his father was a despicable, abusive piece of shit. You felt like an idiot for not seeing it earlier, but it still didn’t justify him taking it out on you. Did his father say something about you? You glanced sympathetically at Steve, who had tried to help and ended up with a blow to his right eye. Billy had no right, and while you don't excuse his behavior, you can't help but empathize with him.

"Just be careful with him, y/n," Steve said, his tone filled with concern. "He’s erratic and unpredictable," he added, his worry still evident.

Billy wasn’t a monster; you knew that. You also knew you could handle yourself; you didn’t need protection. After all, you had experience in this department; you dealt with a verbally abusive mother once upon a time.

You smiled at Steve. “I can handle myself. If I can handle the demogorgon, demo bats, and Vecna, I can handle Billy Hargrove,” you said, grabbing his hand that was resting on the center console and squeezing it gently. “Now let’s get to first period before clickety-clackety marks us late.” You finished letting go and opening the passenger door.

Steve did the same. “You know I hate when you and Robin call her that,” he said, now closing and locking his car. “It sounds nerdy,” he explained, speeding up to walk next to you.

Steve grabbed his hand attempting to calm the tingle he felt it in after your touch.

"Too bad," you said, playfully sticking out your tongue as you headed to class, earning you a classic Harrington eye roll. “Wait, how is that nerdy?” You chimed in again, sparking a lively banter between the two of you that continued until you reached class.

.

You got through your classes today only to be bombarded with more work.

The day you’d been dreading all week: the opening game of the season for Hawkins High.

You only ever enjoyed it when Steve played, but with him not playing tonight, the day seemed even worse. However, I suppose you could try to look on the bright side because it was Billy’s debut.

You walked around the gym, proud of yours and Billy’s work; the banners looked great. You double-checked that everyone was in their rightful place. Cheerleaders? Check. Band? Check. Student council? Check. Eddie Munson? Wait, Eddie Munson? At the Hawkins High opening game? No, it couldn’t be.

Eddie strode your way, wearing his infamous hellfire tee, paired with black ripped jeans and a silver chain that hung at the loops of them.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You questioned, smiling, genuinely surprised to see Eddie Munson at the opening game.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m thinking about convincing coach Williams to let me join the basketball team,” Eddie said, mimicking shooting a basketball poorly. “Gotta work on my basketball moves,” he added, moving on to mimic dribbling, which was downright horrid.

“Clearly,” you said, laughing at his terrible performance. “Your form is so off, and you look like you have no rhythm,” you added with a chuckle.

“Oh, I have rhythm. But it’s all in the fingers, baby… And trust me, the ladies love it… both ways,” he said with a smirk, punctuating his words with a wink.

You roll your eyes. “Smooth, Casanova.”

“Why are you really here? Is it Chrissy?” you say, raising your eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner. “Or oh no, wait a minute, are you swooning over Billy Hargrove too?” you tease.

He scoffed slightly, his cheeks flushing at the mention of Chrissy’s name.

“No, but if you must know, O’Donnell said if I checked in with her after the game tonight, she’ll give me extra credit,” he explained, wiggling his eyebrows. You couldn’t help but laugh at how much of a dork he was.

But as you conversed, you couldn't help but notice the glares directed your way, especially from Carol and her friends, who were whispering about the two of you. Admitting it was difficult, but you found yourself affected by the things people said. It stung deeply; the cruelty of others weighed heavily on you, especially considering your own past involvement in similar behavior, which made you feel like you deserved the treatment you were receiving.

You shook off the thoughts that invaded your mind and refocused your attention back to Eddie.

“Wanna sit together? I have good seats in the student council section,” you said cheesing, reaching out to poke his stomach.

"Wow, Eddie Munson getting invited to the VIP section at his first Hawkins high basketball game? Count me in," he said, falling into step behind you as you headed towards the student section.

“You are such a dork.”

You and Eddie made your way to your seats, exchanging greetings with Robin as you passed by. Shortly after, the band started playing, and the basketball team began to roll in.

The team then huddled up and Coach Williams sent in the starting lineup, you felt the anticipation building. The game was about to begin.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Billy. Ever since Steve gave you a little insight into who he was, he had been on your mind all day. Despite your best efforts, he didn’t turn his head once to look at you in class today, You had hoped to catch him after class, but that ditz Tina beat you to it. Seeing him all over her made you physically sick. It was nothing new, but today it stung a little more.

.

Billy’s facade of arrogance and confidence was beginning to crack.

He wasn’t prepared for this game, his mind consumed by the events of the previous night. His father had never offered him approval, kindness, or any form of support. But he did for you, which only fueled his bitterness toward you. Billy had dedicated himself to sports, hoping to earn his father’s affection and love. And the only commendation his father ever uttered was about you, summed up in just two words.

“Nice girl.”

Billy came to the conclusion that that’s why his father made those comments about you, realizing that Neil was drawn to submissive, weak, and timid women. It gave him a sense of control, a power trip that he relished, and it was the only valid reason.

But, he knew you weren't weak; you stood up for yourself, you were resilient, but it unsettled him. Since the age of 13, Billy had been consumed by anger after his mother left. She abandoned him, leaving him with a void. In you, he found a sense of safety similar to what he felt with his mother. He was unexplainably drawn towards you. Yet, the thought of attaching himself to you terrified him, fearing you might leave just like his mother did.

The thought of his father wanting you for him unsettled him deeply and fueled his desire to rebel. His mind was a war zone; he was caught between conflicting feelings that were tearing him apart.

He couldn’t help but think that Neil wanted him to follow in his footsteps.

Tommy nudged his shoulder snapping him back to reality, “Hey? You ready to kick some ass Hargrove,” Tommy asked excitedly.

Billy nodded, mustering up everything within him to get his mind straight, but then he saw you in the crowd next to Eddie Munson.

His heart ached a little, he felt guilty about this morning, and he started to feel jealousy course through his veins as he watched you laugh with the mop-headed boy. He kept his eyes on you for so long that he completely missed the sound of the whistle going off.

Shit.

The opposing team took had the ball in play and Billy’s mistake was seen by the entire school resulting in the opposing team making their first point.

The crowd was visibly upset with their screams and yelling and this made Billy’s adrenaline increase and his heart rate was speeding up drastically. His father wasn’t present, dinner with his coworkers was much important than his sons first game but why was he hearing him in the crowd?

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING BILLY? WAKE THE FUCK UP.”

“YOU ARE WEAK JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER, SHE LEFT ME WITH A GOOD FOR NOTHING SON.”

“Pussy. Get up pussy.”

“Nice girl.”

His father's words echoed in his mind, panic rising. In the midst of the play, he signaled the refs with his right hand while clutching his tightening chest with his left, the crowd's screams growing louder.

“TIMEOUT. TIMEOUT.” Coach Williams screamed and the game came to a halt. The crowds screams turned into whispers and murmurs.

“Billy what’s gotten into you boy?” Coach Williams asked, “Can you do this or do I need to pull you out?”

“I need a minute.” Billy said gripping the chest of his uniform, making his way towards the nearest exit.

“HARRINGTON GET YOUR ASS UP YOU’RE IN,”

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Billy held his gaze on yours, and yours remained locked with his. You both were so lost in each other’s eyes that the sound of the ref’s whistle made you jump. You cringed as Billy messed up, not because you cared about basketball, but because you knew how harsh the crowd could be.

Eddie looked from Billy to you, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“Okay, what was that? ” Eddie spoke up, curious about the exchange of longing between you and the jock.

You sighed deeply.

“Eddie, I have a question,” you stated, your voice catching slightly. "Can I ask you about your dad?" you asked carefully, not wanting to upset Eddie or stir up painful memories.

“My dad?” Eddie questioned clearing his throat, confused at the sudden subject change, “Um yeah go head shoot,” he said as he crossed one arm over another. You looked over at Billy which didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie.

“After you got away from your dad, what was your personality like? Was it hard to trust people, let them in?” You asked refocusing your gaze to him.

Eddie briefly mentioned his dad while we were in the midst of hot-wiring his neighbor's RV a couple of months ago. And when you guys were gearing up for the upside-down, you had downtime leading to a deep talk about your parents, getting to know how bad Eddie had it growing up with his father. He was a schizophrenic, dope fiend, off his meds, obviously. His mother died of alcohol poising when he was about 7 years old, and he knew his father to be an addict his entire life, always in and out of jail, erratic, delusional, always up to trouble. His father didn’t take Eddie’s mother's death well; his mental state started to deteriorate, the drugs clashing with his illness more and more, and he started blaming Eddie for his mother's death, beginning to put his hands on him. Cigarette burns, bruises, black eyes—you name it, he had it.

CPS got involved, and his father was thrown into a psychiatric home. Eddie was alone, abused, for eight years until his uncle Wayne took him in at 15.

“Oh yeah, definitely. It took me a while to trust anyone,” he said with a dark chuckle. “My uncle Wayne was a patient man. I was rebellious, and I started to follow in my old man’s footsteps. It scared the shit out of me because I was hurting my uncle Wayne, but it was all I knew.” Eddie said, “My uncle Wayne taught me what love was, what it meant to be a true father. If I didn’t have that or some type of good in my life, I would’ve been screwed,” he reflected eternally grateful his uncle saved him.

You pulled Eddie in for a hug, grateful that he had shared with you, and he returned the gesture. After letting go, you took a deep breath, feeling a sense of clarity as you connected the dots.

“Billy’s in the same boat,” you admitted, “but he’s not letting me in,”

Eddie let out a sigh, looking at you sympathetically.

“You’re still a kid, y/n, and you’re not responsible for him. It took my uncle Wayne a while to snap me out of it. It wasn’t easy,” he said, looking over at you with genuine concern.

“Eddie, I’m far from a kid. I practically raised myself since my mom left. You’re forgetting who you’re talking to,” you said, slightly irritated at his reaction. Eddie regretted his choice of words, but he still meant them. You weren’t responsible. “He needs people like us around him. He’s not a bad person; he just doesn’t know any better, just like you at one point.” You said, your words making Eddie feel sympathy for Billy Hargrove.

.

The ref’s whistle blew, signaling the game was about to begin once again, and to everyone’s surprise, Steve was in?

“Holy shit! Yeah, Steve!” You exclaimed, leaping up from your seat in excitement. “Look, Eddie, Steve’s in!” With a playful slap on his chest, you urged Eddie to stand and join in applauding Steve’s entrance onto the court.

Eddie rolled his eyes and threw Steve a thumbs up filled with fake enthusiasm. You slapped his chest again, but this time it wasn’t playful; it actually hurt.

As the game commenced, you glanced over to the bench, Billy nowhere to be found. Concern gnawed at you, but you opted to give him his space, especially since he made it clear he didn’t want to be near you. You also needed time; you wanted to talk to him, but you didn't know how to go about it.

"I don’t understand the love for this stupid game. Don’t people know about D&D?" Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes, feeling ashamed he was even here.

“Oh, people know about it alright,” you said sarcastically, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “devil worshipper.”

Eddie dramatically gasped. "Take it back now or I’ll scream," he threatened, his voice filled with mock horror.

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The night was an absolute blast. Steve's buzzer-beater brought the crowd to their feet, while Eddie's extra credit points from O’Donnell raised his grade to a D+. Principal Higgins even praised your role in the evening's success.

Steve confidently informed you about Billy’s failures, claiming he caught a bug that prevented him from continuing to play today. However, this seemed odd to you, considering he appeared perfectly fine this morning.

Billy was obviously lying.

You congratulated Steve as you bid him farewell, somewhat pleased to see King Steve back in action. Not wanting him to miss out on tonight's fun, you asked Eddie to give you a ride home.

The ride was nice and quiet which was much needed after todays events.

He dropped you off at home, and you made your way to your door. You jangled your keys until you found the right one and stuck it through the keyhole.

You found your way inside and you were welcomed to an empty house yet again, the same note still stuck to the fridge.

You went to your room and started to tidy it up until you heard the sound of Billy’s car pulling up, music blasting from it. He drove like such a maniac, he reminded you of Eddie.

You took a peek out your window and saw that he wasn’t alone.

Oh?

Tina was with him, and they were making out like fucking animals. This angered you beyond words. Did he have no consideration for his neighbors?

You opened your curtains aggressively, then your window which made a loud noise when it hit the top. You didn't know what came over you, but you couldn't care less.

"Hey! You two, mind shutting the fuck up?!" You yelled with all your might from your window, pulling Billy and ditzy Tina away from their heated make-out session.

"You mind fucking off?!" Billy yelled back. Your laughed bitterly which was then accompanied by a defiant middle finger thrown his way, to which he replied the same. With a frustrated sigh, you shut your window and cranked up the volume on your Walkman, drowning out the rowdiness from outside.

.

Your interruption infuriated him, rudely disrupting his moment with Tina and making things much more difficult between them.

“Billy maybe we should go somewhere else?” Tina purred, “Maybe lovers lake?” She implied, shoving her tits in his face.

"Nah, here will do. I can’t wait, doll," he said roughly, ripping the bra off her chest along with her panties. Billy’s dick was rock hard, it angered him so much, because all he could think about was you.

Tina lay sprawled out in his backseat, completely nude, and he couldn’t help but think about you, right next door, likely to hear every bit of it.

He lined his dick up at her entrance and hissed at the feeling. He closed his eyes and began to thrust mind falling back to you.

The way your nipples poked through your shirt that night, your perky tits filling his mind with so much imagination. Your flushed face and the way you clenched your thighs when he spoke to you, oh doll you don’t know what you’re missing. He was sure you hadn’t been touched properly with the way your body responded to him, hell, you probably hadn’t been touched at all.

Fuck, he thought, as he thrusted harder into the poor girl. If only she knew who he was imagining instead of her.

Her moans filled the car, echoing through the entire block. Billy was in for a treat tonight with his father.

"Oh god, Billy, right there, yes, yes!" She exclaimed with pleasure. Billy drowned out the sound of her voice and replaced it with the way you screamed at him a couple of minutes ago, you turned him on so much, especially when you were jealous.

Anger quickly consumed him again as he started to think about everything that took place yesterday, today’s game, and you. God, you were infuriating. You invaded his brain like some parasite, and he couldn’t decide whether it was a butterfly larvae destined to flutter around inside of him or a brain-eating parasitic worm who would gnaw at him for a eternity.

He fucked Tina harder, and harder feeling her clench beautifully around his cock. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his tan chest, the feeling quickly filling his body with pleasure, his movements starting to slow.

Unable to contain himself any longer, his groans grew louder.

“Ah, shit, fuck y/n,” he said with his eyes closed, tilting his head back cumming hard into the condom. As his high came down, he mentally scolded himself and closed his eyes once again, but this time in irritation.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Tina screamed, pushing him off of her, “You’re fucking that freak?!” She yelled dramatically.

Billy rolled his eyes.

"Need a ride home, or are you walking?" Billy asked, his tone nonchalant as he completely disregarded her reaction, casually pulling up his pants and getting dressed.

Tina rolled her eyes back at him. “You’re fucking unbelievable, Hargrove. Take me home,” she huffed, quickly redressing herself.

Billy smiled, hopping into the front seat, and drove off.

.

Once he was done with that, he drove back home, preparing himself for what was about to happen.

"Left eye? Right eye? Nah, too noticeable. People will start asking questions. The stomach? Yeah, that's more of Neil's style," he laughed bitterly, talking to himself.

This is what he wanted. He didn’t care anymore. He always managed to piss his father off somehow, and it would never be on purpose. This was him taking his power back. He’ll give him something to be upset about, he thought, determination coursing through him.

Stepping out of the car, Billy was enveloped by the quietness of the night.

He walked up the steps of his porch and took a deep breath before opening the door. As he entered, there was Neil, seated on the couch as if he were some kind of king. Billy closed the door behind him, locking it securely.

The silence stretched on for a few tense seconds, with nobody daring to break it. Neil waited for an immediate apology, hoping to see Billy cower in fear, but as the apology failed to come forth, Neil's anger only grew more intense.

"You know, with the amount of times I've beaten you, you would think that respect is drilled into that thick fucking brain of yours," Neil spoke up, his voice laced with venom and rage.

Billy stood there unfazed by his father’s words, bored even.

"Don’t you get tired, Dad? Tired of being a shitty fucking father?" Billy spat, laughing bitterly. Neil's eyes widened, and he stood up. "When you act like a shitty parent, this is what you get—a shitty son," Billy finished, his words dripping with resentment and defiance.

Billy’s heart pumped vigorously.

“I pity you. You’re a coward,” he spat out with contempt.

Neil charged at Billy, causing him to fall onto his back, and started throwing punch after punch at his face. “Who do you think you are, huh?!” Neil stopped to grab the collar of Billy’s shirt, bringing his face up to his.

"Your son," Billy spoke, his voice wobbly, blood coming out of his nose, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He was deeply saddened by the poor excuse of a father he had.

Neil laughed dryly. “God, you’re a spitting image of her. You’re just like her too, pathetic,” he spat. “And I’m a coward? Are you forgetting that she abandoned you? She left you with me. What does that say about her?”

Billy now fueled with rage pushed Neil off of him and punched him dead in the face. All hell broke loose after that, with both men fighting seemingly to the death. Billy ended up on his back again, and this time Neil didn’t stop. Billy's vision started to blur, and the last thing he heard was Max and Susan's frantic voices as they attempted to pull Neil off of him.

.

You were drifting into a deep sleep until a loud banging on your door jolted you awake. Your eyes widened, and you got up immediately, the sound of your Walkman still playing in the background.

You ran towards the door as if it were instinct, and there stood Max. She was sobbing, tears staining her red cheeks.

“Max, what’s going on? Is he back?” you asked, reminded of what still lies beneath this town. Max shook her head vigorously.

“No, it’s Billy. Please, y/n, you need to help me and my mom get him into his car. Neil just beat the shit out of him and took off. We need to take him to the hospital!” She cried.

Without hesitation, you grabbed her hand and ran to the house next door. As you entered, you saw broken frames, beach shell decorations scattered everywhere, and broken glass littering the floor.

And there was Billy, his face bruised and gushing with blood. You wanted to sob instantly. The beautiful boy, with the most mesmerizing smile, lay unconscious on the floor, broken.

“I’ll take his arms, you two grab his legs. We need to move fast,” you said, suppressing every ounce of emotion and acting on pure instinct.

You all carefully descended down the steps, giving it everything you got, Billy wasn’t exactly light but you pushed with everything in you to get him into the back of that car. You fell into the back seat with him his head falling in your chest and Susan hopped in the drivers seat and max in the passenger seat.

You search Billy’s pockets and grab his keys, tossing them to Susan.

"Step on it, let's go! We have to hurry!" you said, your voice remaining calm but urging Susan to make haste.

Susan backed out of the driveway and stepped on the gas pedal of Billy’s car hauling ass to get to the nearest hospital.

You checked his pulse and confirming it’s still present, you notice his breathing is a bit light, sparking an overwhelming amount of anxiety within you.

You whisper softly in his ear, “You're going to be okay,” feeling tears welling up, but you quickly wipe them away, pushing your emotions down once more.

"Hey Susan, take a right here and pull into that spot," you instruct, recognizing the familiar surroundings.

You’d been here one too many times.

We pull right up to the emergency room entrance. Max rushes out, calling frantically for help. Two male nurses immediately respond, rushing out with a stretcher and opening the back seat of Billy’s car. You help him sit up slowly, and they swiftly pull him around with urgency, their movements slightly rough in their haste.

"Hey, watch it! Be careful with him!" you yell at the nurses, frustration and concern evident in your voice.

"Ma'am, please let us do our job," they respond firmly, their tone professional but reassuring.

We all hurriedly follow behind the nurses as they wheel Billy into the emergency room. A doctor approaches Susan, hoping for some insight into what happened so he can provide the best care possible. Susan tells him everything, providing as much detail as she can to assist in Billy's treatment.

"Please wait in the waiting room. We'll call you once we've assessed him and he's stable," the doctor says sympathetically, reassuring you as you reluctantly make your way to the waiting area.

You, Susan, and Max waited anxiously. Max buried her face into the crook of your neck, unable to contain her sobs. You brushed her hair gently, trying to offer comfort, but you were struggling to hold yourself together as well.

Being there brought back uneasy memories, and the uncertainty of Billy's condition only deepened your depression.

Over 25 minutes had passed, each second feeling like an eternity in the tense waiting room until,

"Miss Hargrove, miss Hargrove?" called a nurse, breaking the tense atmosphere. But as the nurse approached, her expression unreadable, a chill ran down your spine, leaving you to wonder what news she was about to deliver about Billy's condition.———————————————————————————

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- 1.1 - - 1.2 -

Billy doesn’t wake with a start as you might think he would after what happened at the mall. 

The memories are still so very fresh. Pain, first and foremost. Sharp talons digging into the tender meat of his sides, piercing his flesh. His panicked nerves sending lightning strike after lightning strike of pure, unadulterated agony into his thalamus, from where it scattered like wildfire through his brain, sparking every circuit that knew how to scream.

And, oh, scream he did. Until his throat was raw and he could taste black bile on his tongue.

He knew, then, that this would be the end. Had known it from the moment he’d surfaced from the bottomless well he’d kept drowning in whenever the shadow took over, which was pretty much always.

But he just hadn’t been able to stomach the thought of the girl, who had touched his face so tenderly, to die the same gruesome death he’d condemned the others to.

He sees them all the time, it’s like their faces are burned onto the inside of his closed lids. Men, women, children. Every single one he had fed to the shadow. God, there are so many of them. And they are surrounding him, their mouths open in silent screams, their eyes full of fear and rage and hatred, cutting into him sharper than the monster’s claws ever had, tearing him apart.

And right in the front: Heather.

He cannot bear to meet her gaze. She’d been worried about him, and look what it had gained her.

But it’s not an entirely new development, that. All he’s ever done was hurt the people around him. Even before the shadow. Max. Her friends. Harrington.

A whine escapes his throat, tearing the soft tissue on its way out. He squeezes his eyes shut but the tears escape anyway, burning salty trails wetting the hair at his temples.

So no, he doesn’t wake with a start, but slowly, gradually. And, frankly, he thinks he shouldn’t be waking at all. Because by all rights he should be just as dead as them. Still, they are gone and he’s not. So he decides that, no, maybe he really doesn’t deserve to be dead. Death would be too easy. 

The first thing he feels is the sun on his face. Something he had never expected to feel again. A soft breeze caresses his face, slightly cooler where the tear tracks are drying.

Where is he? It can’t be the mall, but he has no recollection of getting out (but he remembers dying, remembers it vividly).

His lashes are clumped, his lids heavy when he tries to open his eyes and squints when painfully bright light drills a direct path into his brain, making his whole head throb and pulse. Bile floods his mouth, bitter and sharp, and he rolls over retching, curling in on himself.

A voice that sounds eerily like his father’s sneers: “Look at you, can’t even die like a man, huh? Spineless pussy.”

It doesn’t hurt like it used to, which, he supposes, is a good thing. And when he finally manages to open his eyes, it’s not Neil he’s seeing, but the gentle, smiling face of his mother.

“M-Mom?”

Soft, golden light surrounds her head like a halo, the wind plays with the sun bleached strands of her hair. It makes her look angelic. Ethereal. 

“My darling boy.” She cups his face, still smiling and his heart swells with emotions he can’t even begin to decipher, when suddenly her eyes turn sharp and her fingers dig into his cheeks, holding him still. “What a grave disappointment you are. Getting rid of you was the best decision I’ve ever made …”

And then she starts to laugh and Billy reels back, eyes wide in terror.

He wakes with a start.

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[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club series)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ plz

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

Chapter 002: Wing Man

You start your first night of work. Eddie requests a private show. But not for him; for his friend — a rich and lonely bachelor who can’t seem to get over his ex.

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020

word count: 7.2k words

NSFW — lap dance, steve creaming his pants, abusive relationships, talks of trauma, steve and reader trauma dumping lol

pairing: lonely bachelor!steve x fem!exoticdancer!hargrove! reader (and lowkey eddie)

author’s note: yes we get with steve before we get with eddie, but we will get there okay??? 🫣🫣🫦 also don’t tell me you guys wouldn’t homie hop in hawkins because these men are SO FINE

tags: @changemunson , @the-fairy-anon , @ali-r3n

“Let me see you dance I love to watch you dance. Take you down another level, and get you dancing with the Devil” -Wicked Games by The Weeknd

♡

A sultry black set.

A hot pink set with bows. Caribbean blue. Army green for the military men. Some cuffs. Personal wet wipes. Sanitizer. And lastly, a stethoscope to play the part.

“I can’t believe you accepted a caregiving job,” Max scoffs as you both make your way out of Scrubs 4 Less. “Do you even have healthcare experience?”

Your stepsister loved to mask her prying with carefully crafted screening questions. Even if they sounded pessimistic.

“Sure I do,” you shrug. “Remember that summer I cared for Great-Aunt Dotty when she had Parkinson’s? Figured maybe it’d be similar.”

“I guess.”

You take it upon yourself to remind Max that you are certified in CPR. And with that cert, you saved numerous people from drowning as a lifeguard. Of course that was for one year during high school, but it was experience nonetheless.

"Well, what about the heavy lifting?"

"Easy. All in the legs." you pat your thighs. Despite being calm on the outside, you are getting nervous now. About everything.

"Takes a lot of core strength too. And upper body."

It's like she knows what you actually will be going to be doing. However, there are parallels between both professions, and you made sure you made a choice like that so you wouldn't have to lie as much about the physicality of things.

"You seemed to have gotten the job pretty fast,” Max notes.

"Nursing homes are really short staffed. Especially with the pandemic and everyone leaving from all the burnout, they’ll take anybody who qualifies."

"Did they even determine if you do?"

"Are you questioning my ability to take care of people?”

You know you’re being manipulative. You can spot a manipulator from a mile away. But this little white lie is for you and Max’s own good. Even if it means selling her a fake story. Even if it means lying. Living a double life.

“An abusive home life and all-timers isn’t comparable.”

“Have you considered that some people with Alzheimer’s are combative as well?”

“And you had to accept the graveyard shift?” she pries further, ignoring all your valid points.

“It pays more,” you answer sharply, readily. “Two dollar shift differential.”

“Oh my god, we’re practically millionaires.”

The sudden change in Max's behavior is really catching you off guard. She was optimistic on her birthday. A little withdrawn when the weekend was approaching. Now the pain is evident it is almost unbearable. Sure, Billy isn't a problem anymore, but with all of his chaos, Max has found solace in using her hobbies as coping mechanisms. Her body needs that adrenaline, and now you have cut off access to all of it.

Max can't go surf. She can't run around freely just yet because she doesn't know good routes and trails. She doesn't have friends in the area besides you, Robin, and Vicky. She misses Donovan.

Max is hurt. You know she is, but you don't blame her. Still, you’ve had it.

“Hey.” you snap.

Max halts. She knows she went too far.

“I know it's sucky... the situation we're in right now," you sigh. "But I'm doing this for us, remember? It’s temporary. We just need a soft place to land, and this is paving the way towards that.”

At least that’s something you didn’t have to lie about: It’s a sacrifice you were making for her.

———————𓆩♡𓆪—————-

Orientation day comes in a blink of an eye.

Eddie is giving you a tour of Hellfire while discussing how his particular ‘system’ works. You’ve got to give him credit. His system makes sense.

“I don’t ask my girls to pay to dance here,” he explains. “I just think that’s bogus. Also, it’s Hawkins. Not that many competitors, so if I let you dance here, you’re automatically staff.”

You two walk down the hall. Eddie shows you where you would clock in and out, promising you your punch-in code by the end of the week. You learn that everyone gets paid out every Friday, because in Eddie’s words, “fuck that biweekly shit”. Tips go home with you every night, but you are expected to help tip out staff members patrons don’t really see or interact with. Therefore: Jonathan’s girlfriend Nancy whose House Mom, Henry, and Argyle. The boys make their money from bussing and serving. Jonathan earns tips from POTIONS.

“I figured as much.”

You graze your hand along the kukris on the wall as Eddie talks. He stops to take note of it and gives you a boastful smile.

“You like ‘em?”

“Yeah, they’re pretty cool.”

“That’s the perk of owning your own business,” Eddie says exuding a lazy stretch to graze the kukris himself. “You choose where the money goes, when it goes, how it goes.”

He ponders for a while longer.

“Most of the time at least.”

Clearly a majority of the money also went to the chicken wings.

Eddie leads you to back of the house where he then proudly showcases his wing menu to you. There’s the Hawkins Hot Chick for Nashville inspired hot chicken. Chicken Strippers for the picky eaters. And the ‘Hot As Cluck’ buffalo wings with spice scales named after Metallica songs: Fuel (mild), Fight Fire with Fire (medium), Creeping Death (hot), and The Unforgiven (Extremely hot). All are served with one’s choice of carrots and celery or crinkle cut fries on the side.

“Crinkle cut fries are the best kind of fries,” Eddie states. “Ain’t that right, chef?”

“Ay ay!”

One chef. For the entire back of the house. Though that seems like the textbook definition of a staff shortage, the friendly Latino man with long, black hair that he concealed with a hairnet and baseball cap most likely had it covered. He flashes you a kind grin with kind, hooded eyes to match, quite possibly revealing to you that he’s likely stoned out of his mind. But if it helps him through the shift…

“Argyle’s the man,” Eddie explains. “Pitched the chicken wing idea to me when we were both blasted.”

Suspicions confirmed.

“Is it just Argyle?” you inquire waving hello to him.

“Sometimes Eds helps out back here too,” Argyle answers for him. “Like when we’re really fucking shlammed, he’ll come back here and help cook.”

Argyle turns to you. You smile at him.

“But most of the time I got it,” he says. “That man’s got enough on his plate.”

“Yeah, Argyle’s a beast,” Eddie confirms. “Don’t know what I’d do without him.”

While Eddie tidies up back of the house, you and Argyle converse with one another. He’s 28, produces music on the side, and learned how to cook from his mom at the age of three. California native as well. By observing the mini station he has set up, you notice that Argyle keeps a stash of Yerba Mate with him at all times, and some bud in his mini gym bag. You also learn that he and Eddie often take breaks together, hot boxing one another’s vans as if it were some sort of competition. But, as Argyle had mentioned, with how much Eddie currently has on his plate, those joint breaks (no pun intended) have been pushed to the backburner.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Hargrove,” Argyle concludes. “Excited to have you on our team.”

“Likewise!” you shake his hand with a smile. “Looking forward to bugging you for chicken wings.”

“You bug me all you want, mamas,” he insists. “I’ll make you allll the chicken wings in the world.”

“You a flats girl or a drumstick girl?” Eddie questions.

“Flats,” you respond instantly.

You receive a distraught gasp from the cook while Eddie cackles.

“Atta girl,” Eddie smirks patting your back. “I knew I liked you.”

“BLAS.PHE.MY!” Argyle screams. “Drumsticks are where it’s at bro.”

The three of you argue back and forth about chicken for the next couple of minutes, Eddie sticking beside you through and through. Though play-fighting with your new coworkers seems meniscal in the grand scheme of things, you reveled in it. It’s the first time in a while you felt a sense of community outside your sister. You wanted to savor it, especially since you know that this is temporary.

“You’re a red flag, Hargrove,” Argyle jokes, clutching his chest. “You were perfect in my eyes until you said you were a flats girl.”

“Well it’s a good thing she’s mine and not yours,” Eddie jeers.

Your heart flutters. Eddie and chicken wings. You’ve GOT to be in heaven.

“Alright, word,” Argyle calls after Eddie as he pulls you away from the kitchen. “Word. I’m still gonna spoil her with food like she’s mine though.”

“He’s such a flirt,” Eddie says to you once you’re both out of earshot. “Endearing and endangering at the same time.”

“All in good nature right?”

“‘Course!” he exclaims. “We’re all about respecting women at Hellfire. Everything’s lighthearted banter.”

And you’ll revel in that too. Especially since ‘respect’ and ‘lighthearted banter’ weren’t things you were able to experience at home.

“Also!” Eddie adds. “Respectfully… Wear something simple but classy on Friday.”

“Ooh,” you chime. “Simple and classy?”

“Yeah, I’m talking neutral tones. Red lipstick also preferred but you can do whatever you want. I’ve got something I need you to do for me on your very first day.”

I’ll do anything for you, Eddie. Your intrusive thoughts are starting to take over.

———————𓆩♡𓆪—————-

It’s Friday night now and everyone is in their respective stations preparing for the rush. Argyle is prepping the fryer while Chrissy flirts with him for nachos. She waves at you with her fingers and gestures that you can have some too. You smile and mouth a, “thank you” to her.

You really like Chrissy. Of all the dancers you’ve seen so far, she is the most memorable. She is charming and sweet, soft but firm with her boundaries. She has regulars lining up for her daily, all with different types of quirks and interests. But Chrissy somehow fits all of their molds, just by how fast she can switch from doe to siren depending on her audience. You want to be just like her.

You and Eddie stop by the kitchen before heading off to finish orientation. There are chicken wings — flats only, of course — on the line waiting for you with a note scribbled on the back of an old ticket order.

“Shy Girl&lt;3”

“Eat up, mamas,” Argyle encourages you. “Gonna need the energy for tonight.”

“Yeah!” Chrissy cheers. “It’s Fridaaay!”

You thank them before heading out with Eddie once again. Eddie steals a flat from you and flashes a thumbs up to the cook before you two leave.

“Mm,” he approves. “Fight Fire with Fire Buffalo.”

You are just about done with wrapping up orientation training and ready to start the first night on your own. That is until Mike Wheeler, Nancy’s younger brother and bus boy, comes along and interrupts Eddie’s train of thought. You walk with Eddie in silence, munching on your food while Mike relentlessly hounds him about bringing his girlfriend into the club. She is 18 but Eddie is refusing.

“But but-” Mike stammers. “The club is already eighteen plu-”

“But nothing,” Eddie interrupts. “This is Hellfire Club. Not babysitting club.”

“Well I’m 19 and you let me work here. Why does it matter if she’s 18?”

“Because you’re a dude, Wheeler,” Eddie hisses in return. “It’s different for the ladies.”

Not willing to risk any liabilities, he leaves Mike with just that. You follow Eddie, fiddling nervously with your hands as you watch him tsk and shake his head in disapproval.

“I can’t have teenage girls in here,” Eddie mutters. “That’s just blatantly obvious right? Or have I lost it?”

“No, right. Totally!” you agree.

Eddie has another rule. No strippers under the age of 20. Anyone under, including ages of 18 and 19 are children to him. He admits that he gets squeamish when guys bring their younger looking girlfriends into the club. You assume it pertained to his colleague’s girlfriends too.

You walk past the bar with Eddie, waving hi to Jonathan as you did so. Dustin is at the bar as well but is too busy to say hello. You manage to glance over and watch him fix his hair, trying to look his absolute best while FaceTiming his Mormon e-girl from Utah, Suzie. After eavesdropping for the past couple of days, you pick up that she insists on video chatting with Dustin every time he is at Hellfire to ensure his fidelity. Suzie wanted to be his “only wifey” to which ‘Dusty Bun’ assures her that she is.

“Uh oh,” comes a voice ever so soft it sounds eerie when it echoes through the club. “Someone’s in a bad mood today.”

Slithering into your periphery is the same tall, lean guy that you ran into earlier last week. Today he's sporting a white tank top that revealed a couple small tattoos scattered around his body, black pants that were tight enough to be yours, a loose wallet chain belt, and chunky work docs. His gorgeous blonde hair looks attainably messy by what you suspect is mousse. He smells of beer and cigarettes tonight, his tired eyes a precursor to his lust-filled gaze. A poster boy for all the men you wouldn’t want to bring home to your parents is none other than,

“Henry Creel,” Eddie says. “Mike’s just picking a bone with me. Have you met Hargrove? She’s our newest dancer.”

It’s seemingly Henry’s first day back. From the first day of orientation to now, you’ve only had run-ins with Jim, the older gentleman who is also a bouncer. Jim spent years with the Hawkins PD, but after a scandal that only Eddie and his peers seem to know about, Jim found a home protecting young women at the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club. The only place that gave him a chance.

You like Jim. You like everyone here. You are also ecstatic to see Henry again, this time as a dancer. You can see the excitement blooming in his eyes, with a steady increase in his pupil size by the second.

“Well, well,” Henry smirks. “Look who decided to join us.”

You two shake hands again.

“Henry’s my other bouncer,” Eddie explains, but you already knew that. “He’s my right hand man. He’s tiny but mighty. Could snap bones in an instant.”

You peer over at Henry with shocked eyes, to which Henry acknowledges with a dramatic bow.

“You’ll see it,” Eddie hovers a hand over your back. “I sure hope not anytime soon, but there’s always that one douchebag.”

“And they always underestimate me too,” Henry says. “I get a nice kick out of it. It’s a win-win.”

Henry is certainly not beefy, but judging by his muscle tone and sharp upright demeanor, he can put up a fight. Dude seems like he does a lot of the dirty work for Eddie. He can get away with it too.

After bidding ‘see you later’ to Henry, you continue walking with Eddie.

“So,” he starts. “Did you put together a cute simple outfit for tonight?”

“Mhm,” you nod.

“Good,” Eddie says. “I can tell it’s gonna look amazing. I dig the red lipstick and the choker.”

Eddie wanted classy so you gave him classy. Underneath the cloak, you are sporting a lacy black set with a matching black choker and classic red lipstick. Your hair is straightened tonight since beach waves are your signature.

“You want a sneak peak?” you smirk.

Eddie quirks up. “Oh man, do I? Let me at it.”

You take off your cloak to reveal what you have underneath.

Eddie stops in his tracks, taking in the sight in front of him. His gaze is both soft, yet lout. Delicate in the brows, yet carnivorous in the eyes. Slowly, his jaw lowers, uttering a silent gasp as he fully processes the sight of the vixen — you — in front of him.

“Jeez…” he strains. “You look…”

You blush. Electricity whirls through you as Eddie continues to relish in your beauty.

“Showstopping,” Eddie finishes.

He reaches his arms out and you take them, letting yourself fall into his chest as he pulls you to him. During the embrace, he sets his lips beside your cheek, brushing against them delicately as he gives you a verbal kiss.

“Mwah!” he exclaims, leaving you longing for a stronger peck. You feel like you’re on a cloud when he spins you to get a full 360 of your look. “I was expecting like a light color, or pastel…but black — black is your color.”

“Yeah?” you reply. “It’s not too edgy? Choker and all?”

“A lil rough around the edges won’t hurt,” the club owner approves. “He’s gonna love it.”

You follow closely behind. “He?”

Your first client. You had a feeling that’s what Eddie had planned for you today, but reality didn’t sit in until right now.

"Ever given a lap dance before?" Eddie inquires.

"Yeah, but not in this setting."

He seems amused with your answer. Eddie smirks as he gives you a nudge. "Perfect."

You two are walking down the corridor now, down to an isolated room at the end masked by a beaded curtain. You’re unsure if the goosebumps that form on your skin is because of the slight chilliness of the club or because you were walking into a seductive hideout with the boss you had the hots for.

You two stop just a yard short of the curtain. Eddie turns to face you.

"I've got a buddy named Steve. Not short for anything, his parents just... loved the 80s." he chuckles. “You’re giving him a private show tonight. One hour.”

Eddie’s buddy. The pressure is on. The name rings a bell, you believe Dustin was talking about him the first day you set foot in Hellfire.

“Oh,” you say. “I think I heard your friend Dustin talking about him last week.”

As if it were some inside joke, Eddie sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Oh, yeah,” Eddie mutters. “Don’t even get me started on those two.”

Eddie motions you forward, extending his arm to signal an “after you” gesture as you proceed into the private show room. The beads of the curtain carelessly clash into one another as Eddie saunters in.

"Anyway, Steve has been going through it lately. His lady left him for another dude, he lost his job because the city wanted another basic coffee shop instead of a place to rent cheesy B movies…and the last time he worked in the food industry he had to wear a sailor’s uniform, so he’s since opted out.”

You wander around what was going to be your office for the next hour as Eddie aimlessly takes his own path and furthers his lay-down.

“His folks want nothing to do with him because he doesn't wanna be nepotized by them. When he’s not working, he’s babysitting — you guessed it — Dustin and the rest of the boys when they’re not here or playing D&D with me. Oh yeah, and on the topic of girlfriend, he hasn't gotten laid in a fat minute.”

Eddie pauses.

"It's kinda depressing,” he says. “Now that I say it all out loud.”

He makes a sharp turn and walks toward the boombox he kept in the corner of the room.

"That is depressing," you mumble nonchalantly, as if you yourself had not been laid in a fat minute… contrary to your obnoxious brother’s popular belief.

“How do you sleep at night knowing you’re a fucking slut?” Billy’s voice haunts you.

You’ve only had one real boyfriend and Billy knew that. And that boyfriend, shortly after he left you for the girl he told you not to worry about, admitted that you were simply a placeholder for him. They’re happily married now and it tortures you knowing that being the first choice was never in the cards. Billy knew that too and used that backstory to fuel your insecurities. Billy knew you hated feeling used, yet brought it up every chance he got. Making his victims feel small, that was the source of his power. You shudder it off.

You watch as Eddie plays around with the boombox, ensuring that the aux chord was working along with all its other components.

"Tell you what," Eddie begins to barter. "You give him a good show, you can keep a hundred percent of your tips tonight. Consider it a sign on bonus."

“Wow, Eddie really?” you exclaim. “That…helps me out a lot. Thanks so much.

“Of course, doll,” Eddie grins. “Happy to help.”

Eddie finishes up tidying the room before walking back over to you.

“I can’t get over how amazing you look,” he adds one last time. “You’re gonna knock his socks off.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you thank him one last time.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

He lingers for a while longer before going outside to look for Steve. Meanwhile, heart’s-a-fluttering you try to acquaint yourself with the place, choosing a seductive song of your liking before getting prepped.

Wicked Games by The Weeknd.

More ruckus sounds from outside of the show room. You assume your client has arrived.

“That’s the boy,” Eddie confirms. “BRB-right back.”

You excuse your boss as he makes his way over to his friend. While you wait, your mind begins to race. Does your outfit look okay? Does your breath smell? Do you smell? Despite all the wardrobe and wellness checks you’ve done, your mind is insistent that something else was off. To calm your nerves, you decide to take a quick gulp of Bombay Sapphire, a gin Eddie had provided for the room, before Steve walks in.

Liquid courage. May help with the performance too.

“There he is,” Eddie cheers as the two men greet each other outside. “What took you so long?”

“There was uh, traffic,” a softer voice responds.

“I call bull.”

The two talk a bit more, voices too quiet for you to make out what they’re saying. That, or the sound of your heart pounding against your chest drowned out their conversation. Steve sounds friendly. Timid, but friendly nonetheless.

You listen in on Eddie’s spiel about you. He called you stunning, explained that you just moved from California, and that you are exactly Steve’s type. Whatever that could possibly mean. You then hear Eddie go over the rules. No touching you without consent. No verbal or physical harassment. No sexual intercourse. And to tip generously.

“She sounds lovely. Thanks for the run down, Eds.”

“‘Course. She’s all yours, Big Boy.”

The beaded curtains clash once more.

In walks a man around Eddie’s age, late 20s, early 30s with sleek mahogany hair and slight puffy eyes. He’s sporting a gray North Face sleeveless jacket with a plain black shirt underneath and denim blue Levi’s. He’s a lot more preppy than you thought he would be. Steve’s reaction to you was similar to that of Eddie, despite how different they seem from each other.

“Hi,” he greets you.

“Hi,” you smile. “You’re Steve?”

He nods shyly. “You’re who they call Shy Girl?”

“That’s meee.”

It doesn’t take a body language analyst to see that Steve is guarded. It takes another fragile, sullen demeanor to know one.

“Are you one of Eddie’s shy friends?”

The comment earns a laugh from Steve. “You think I’m shy?”

“Just a little.”

He attempts to mask a gulp. “I’ve just never gotten a lap dance before.”

“You think I’m supposed to believe that?”

You stalk towards him and rest a hand on his chest when proximity and Steve himself grants you permission. You sink your palm in deeper when you pick up he’s receptive to it.

Oh yeah, that’s all gin.

“With your handsome self?”

Steve’s blushing now. “Yeah…strip clubs are kinda not my thing. They’re starting to be though, cuz I always come and support Eddie.”

“What a nice boyfriend,” you joke.

“Eddie and I do have a budding bromance,” he admits with a laugh.

“Boy I’d love to be in the middle of that,” you tease him honestly.

Steve is left stunned and speechless while you grab his hand and lead him to the futon in the middle of the room. He attempts to relax, exhaling the tension out of his shoulders and manspreading as he watches you encompass him. You walked in a slow circle around Steve as the music starts and he peers up at you with curious eyes. Alas, you stop in front of him, cupping his face softly in your hands and synchronizing your hip movements to the rhythm of the song.

Relate to your customers. Talk to them. Build a connection with them, you think to yourself.

“So how’s your day been?”

Steve cracks a faint smile. "Good, how's yours?"

"Good," you chime as you slowly lower yourself onto his lap.

Steve sharply inhales, sucking the tension he had just released right back into his body. You shake your head in disapproval and stroke his face calmly.

“No, no,” you coo. “Just sit back, relax. You’re safe with me.”

“I’m safe with you, huh?” he responds in an is-that-so kind of fashion. “You seem like pure danger to me.”

“Oh, please,” you snarkily disregard his comment. “I’m an angel.”

“In a place called Hellfire?” he challenges you. “I find that hard to believe.”

Steve wants to touch you. So bad. But he refrains. You feel it in his levitating palms, resting just inches away from the small of your back. You start to lightly ride his thigh, hoping to catch his palm in passing as you move your hips about. Instead you’re met with something hard at the base of his pants, an outline and protrusion that wasn’t there before.

Steve looks down and acknowledges it with a shrug.

"Sorry," he chuckles. "It has a mind of its own."

You laugh faintly in return. "It's okay. I'd say it's responding appropriately."

"Yeah?"

"Given the circumstances," you say as you grind slower, deeper. "Yeah."

"Well, that's a relief."

Steve is cute. And a polite man who values your consent was sure to receive it. You two lock gazes before one of you dared to speak again. It all feels like a blind date, and you’re two giddy young adults.

"You..." you start. “You can touch me if you’d like.”

"Really?" Steve asks. "Usually dancers don't let you do that."

"It depends who you ask," you smile. "Consent is subjective...and you have mine. C'mon."

He obliges and starts to graze your ass softly with his hands. You run his hands through his hair, then along his neck without lifting them. A muffled moan is slowly released from his mouth.

"Shit," he sputters. "Feels really good."

He tosses his head back.

"You make me feel so good."

"Aww," you grin. "Me?"

"Yeah you," his voice is deeper now. Huskier. "All because of you."

His hand moves upwards towards your bra and he begins to fiddle with the straps, and then the clasps. You continue your steady grinding, rolling your hips to the beat of the music, tossing your head back for the full effect while Steve holds back the urge to cup your perfect breasts in his kneady hands.

A whimper escapes Steve’s mouth when you find the sweet place to roll, resting a palm over his abdomen for leverage.

“Needy, are we?” you tease him. “Needy for me, Stevie?”

“So fucking needy,” he breathes, a nervous gulp swallowing another sneaky groan. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”

I’ve got my heart right here, I’ve got my scars right here.

Suddenly, you cease the grinding, going from cowgirl to reverse. Grabbing a hold of both his knees with the back of both your hands, you sink down to the floor, knees bent, slightly out turned. Your hands move from his knees to encompass his elbows, accommodating the playful headlock he abruptly decided to have you in, watching you squat down beneath him.

“Mmm,” he hums. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby.”

His arms creep from the sides of your face to the front of your face. You crane your head upwards, peering up at him and refrain from shivering when he brings an arm across your neck. His other hand rests on your face, stroking it tenderly.

“Get up here and, ride my thighs again, please.” he pleads. “It was feeling so good.”

“Okay,” you oblige before standing back up.

“Before you do though, let me get a good look at your ass.”

You stand there for him, bending down ever so slightly so he could run his hands across your back. He grabs a fist full of your hair gently with one hand and strokes your ass cheek with the other.

"Wow," Steve hums as he runs his fingers along the birth mark on your lower back. "I like this birthmark."

"Yeah?" you say. "Some people have said it looks like a tramp stamp."

"It's cute," Steve insists, pulling you onto his lap. “It kinda looks like a bat."

He points to where the wings would be and the fangs and you laugh. No one's admired your tramp stamp-esque birthmark the way Steve did.

"Thanks," you reply. "My brother has a matching one."

You pause.

"Sorry, that didn't sound all that sexy."

Steve tosses his head back and chuckles, hand resting firmly on your ass again. "You look sexy talking regardless, so I don’t mind.”

The chemistry between you and Steve feels so natural. You know if your nurturing heart felt like this with all clients you would be in big trouble. This profession isn’t for everyone and you realize that. But you decide to realize everything else later. Meanwhile, your focus right now is pleasing Steve.

You resume the thigh riding per his request, and chase your own subtle high as you did so. Steve whimpers and whines, seeming to long for you even more with every stroke of his hair, every brush against his cheek, every steady and calculated grind against his—

"Woah, are you okay?"

Suddenly you’re cut off by Steve abruptly pushing you off his lap. When you peer over at him, his face has gone completely red.

Did you do something wrong? Did you violate a boundary? Millions of thoughts race through your head. You can’t get fired on the first day of your new job…

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, I just..." Steve stammers, flushing a deeper red hue with every word. “I... uh, kinda came in my pants."

"Oh..." you begin.

"I am so sorry," Steve sighs. "Embarrassed is an understatement. I’m such a loser.”

You two start frantically talking over each other, one extremely apologetic, another sympathetic to the concerns. Again, it’s like you two are clumsy young adults on a blind date set up by your bold friends.

"It's been a while... so..." Steve stammers.

"Steve," you stop him.

"And..." he cuts out.

"It's okay," you reassure him. “It’s okay, Steve. If you need a break, we can stop.”

“Sounds good,” he agrees with a resigned sigh, the red colored flush migrating to his ears. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You go to put your cloak back on again and strut towards the gin. Perhaps offering the man a drink would help loosen up his nerves.

"What should we do with the allotted time left?" Steve wonders eyes following you. He’s rubbing his knees anxiously with his palms. “Eddie has this room booked for an hour. He needs to think you're doing splits on my dick or something or else he won't be satisfied."

Laughter erupts from the deepest parts of your belly at Steve's comment. Steve can't help but laugh as well.

"Hm, we can wait a bit and I can give you another lap dance?” you suggest. “Or a strip tease?"

You weren't used to those words coming out of your mouth, so you attempted to make it sound as normal as possible. Wow, you really just gave a lap dance. And someone came from it.

"Do you think..." Steve inquires. "That we can just... talk?"

----

So you and Steve do exactly that. You talk about your families, and your aspirations, your deepest fears, and your core values. Steve Harrington isn’t the loser he thinks he is. He’s a really cool guy. But deeply misunderstood.

“So you and your brother have similar birthmarks?” Steve questions.

“Yeah,” you confirm. “Except his is on his belly. We literally took the term identical twins to a whole new level.”

He laughs.

“Your brother sounds cool.”

“He was.”

Steve gasps in astonishment.

“Oh, my god. I’m sorry. Is he…”

“He’s not dead. Just an asshole.”

The color returns to his face. He exhales steadily and shakes his head. You find his reaction funny, despite how twisted that made you sound.

“Dead to you though?”

“Pretty much,” you giggle. “Dead to me.”

You two do a cheers to that with your alcohol-filled glasses and take another painful sip. It burns.

“Tell me about yourself now,” you prompt him.

There’s a dramatic pause.

“Well,” Steve begins. “I’m an only child. So eyes have been on me for as long as I can remember. What’s Stevie up to? This is what we expect of him and this is what happens if he’s not what we make him out to be. It didn’t take til young adulthood to realize that I have been living in my parents’ shadow. I don’t even know what I like.”

Steve spurs on about how he has struggled with his identity, going back and forth between if what he was pursuing was a desire of his or his parents’.

“And for a while I thought I knew who Steve was. Until I lost myself again in a girl named Nancy.”

“Aw,” you pout.

“A girl,” Steve pauses waiting for you to catch on. “Named Nancy.”

Your eyes widen. “House Mom Nancy?!”

Steve nods as you slowly piece things together.

“So Jonathan’s girlfriend is your…”

“Ex girlfriend,” Steve confirms. “Small world, huh?”

You suppose it wasn’t good that Hawkins is so small. You’d hate for someone to recognize you when you’re taking a casual stroll outside.

Nonetheless, you push that concern to the side and continue your conversation with Steve.

“What happened?”

“Some petty high school shit,” he explains. “But it’s always been her. She made me a better me. The closest to Steve that I’ve ever felt.”

“Wow,” you say. “So you saw a future with her?”

“Marriage, kids, everything,” Steve confirms. “Then she decided I wasn’t what — who — she wanted.”

It’s silent for a while. Steve shakes his head bitterly and downs the rest of his drink. You slosh yours around waiting for him to speak again. Besides, if you did, you’d end up ugly crying about your ex. And no one wants their stripper trauma dumping on them when they’re supposed to be performing.

Thankfully, Steve is the first to speak again.

“Yeah, Nance. She looks… she looks happy,” he turns to you with dismal eyes. “I don’t ever wanna get in the way of that.”

“Do you ever see her here?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, she’s in the back being House Mom, making sure all the girls are taken care of and all that. And I’m sure she doesn’t come up front because she knows Eddie has been trying to play wingman.”

You chuckle. “With a stripper?”

“With anyone,” Steve chuckles. “God that sounds awful. I sound like a loser.”

“Would you stop saying that?” you snap. “You are not a loser, Steve.”

“I know I’m not a loser. Just feel like it sometimes. Especially when it dawns on you that you’ve been living life for other people.”

“I kinda know how you feel.”

You two lock eyes again. Steve rests a hand on top of yours, intertwining your fingers briefly before he begins playing with each of your fingers one by one.

"I guess…going back to the previous topic…” he proceeds. “If I could change anything about myself, I would've done more of what Steve wants to do. Not what Todd and Marsha want Steve to do. Or what Tommy H. and Carol want Steve to do. Because maybe then Nancy and I would’ve been endgame. Or maybe Allison. Possibly Tammy? Who knows? See? Everyone’s world but Steve’s.”

"Steve," you start. "I hope you realize that I have no idea who any of these people are. It’s kinda hard to keep up.”

"And that is such a relief to hear that," he sighs again, this time in exasperation. "I just feel so free talking about them to someone who doesn't know who they are. Hawkins is small, you know. And it’s good that the only bias you can form is in my favor since you only know of me."

You offer him a consoling pat atop the hand, to which he responds by leaning his head on your shoulder. With how tender everything has been with Steve, there’s a temptation to plant a delicate kiss on his forehead. But you stop yourself.

"I'd like to know you, know you, though,” you find yourself saying.

He gazes up at you. You two smile at each other.

“I’d like to know you more too, Shy Girl,” he answers. “If you’d let me.”

“Duh, it’s what I just said.”

He chuckles. “You’re not saying that for the tips?”

“No. Just human to human.”

You stroke his cheek longingly, running your hand along his stubble.

"It's also been a while since I've gotten laid too," you admit. "And I've got a lot of pent up stress I need to release. You seem like a trustworthy person to do that with.”

The energy changes. Steve’s grip on your hand tightens.

"Oh yeah?" He rubs your thumb with his and soon you find yourselves holding hands.

"Yeah.”

“Sounds like we have a deal then, Shy Girl.”

Before Steve gets any ideas, you interrupt him.

“I don't wanna have sex at work," you admit. "Especially not on the clock."

"Oh, yeah I didn’t think it’d be now. Some people do find that hot though.”

"It's my first day. I can’t disappoint Eddie this early in the game.”

"You're kidding."

You shake your head.

"Wow, I would've thought you've been doing this a while."

You blush. "Thank you. But nope, you’re my Guinea pig.”

Steve continues to gawk in amazement. Then he reaches for his wallet, grabbing a huge wad of Benjamin Franklins and handing it to you.

"Tell you what," Steve bargains. "You buy yourself something nice, get your bills paid, and come through in a couple days. The roomie won't be home so we'll have the place to ourselves. We can get takeout or something too. Whatever makes you comfortable, of course.”

You bite your lip. "I'd like that."

“Good. I’d like that too.”

———-

"So, how was it?" you hear Eddie ask Steve.

"Dude...I just about creamed my pants," he says as you hold back laughter. "You got yourself a good one."

"Nothing's ever too TMI for you, Harrington," Eddie says. "But thanks for the imagery."

"Yeah. I gotta get going now. I got laundry to put away at home. It's been piling so much I think it's going to tip over."

“Roger,” Eddie says before bidding him goodbye. “Oh, speaking of which, did you tip her good?”

“You bet I did. Woman like her needs to be spoiled rotten.”

————

You make your way back to the dressing room after saying bye to Steve and finishing the flats Argyle had specially made for you. At your locker, you subtly attempt to count the hundreds Steve gave you for his lap dance and talk session. The man left you 10 of them. A whole band.

You were stunned. What did King Steve do for a living anyways? It didn’t matter to you. You had enough for groceries, gas, and a portion of your rent, all earned in an hour’s work, and all yours to keep as Eddie insisted.

The realization makes your heart skip a beat. You and your sister were good for the next few weeks.

Knock, knock.

“Don’t freak out ladies, it’s just me!” Eddie shouts from the other side of the door. “Put your cloaks on I’m coming in!”

You watch as the girls scurry to get their covers back on. The amount of respect Eddie has for his dancers is insane. Perhaps it’s common decency but it was such a striking difference than what you were used to. It warmed your heart in a way, but also made you sad. You deserved this respect all your life.

When Eddie finds you, he starts towards you, a look of approval spread wide across his face. As deeply as you wanted it to be because he found you attractive, you infer that it’s because you’re bringing in good business — and that you’re good, given a small amount of experience with the pole.

You two are face to face now. Eddie speaks up first.

“Steve, uh,” he says. “Steve really likes you.”

“Oh really?” you smile. “I’m glad.”

“You’re just a natural, Shy Girl,” he compliments you. “Everyone’s just raving about you.”

“Yeah?”

“Based on what I’ve seen so far and what Stevie told me, yeah,” he confirms. “But I guess it’s no surprise. Shy girls are almost always the freakiest, huh?”

You try not to laugh while you’re witnessing the imagination of your boss running in the complete opposite direction of what really happened between you and Steve. Nevertheless, you let him. You didn’t mind taking up space in your dashing boss’s mind.

“You should come to work a little early next time you’re on,” Eddie says. “I’d like to take you to lunch.”

Heat spreads across your cheeks. “Really?”

“‘Course! I do it with all my dancers as a welcome thing. I’d like to know more about you. You’re more than just a pretty face and someone who simply works for me.”

‘I do it with all my dancers.’

Your heart sinks. Back to square one.

Eddie clears his throat.

“Anyway,” he says. “I’m gonna head out now. Gonna go see the lady friend. I’ve got Johnny boy, Argyle, and Henry holding down the fort.”

The tinge in your heart intensifies.

“Oh, sounds fun!”

“Yeah, I rarely see her cuz she bartends. Even though we work similar hours we work opposite days. But she got first cut tonight so I’m heading over.”

“Have fun, Eddie.”

“I sure will,” Eddie says. “Goodnight, Shy Girl.”

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

Eddie soon disappears out of sight and now your shift seems ten times longer. Regardless, you stuff your tips into your tote bag and prepare to meander around the club, enticing other bachelors for a dance.

Without Eddie around, it seems less exciting.

“Doing it for Max,” you remind yourself while fixing your hair in the mirror in front of you.

You reach for your phone to see the amount of time that has transpired since the private show with Steve. But the clock wasn’t your concern when your Home Screen lights up.

Your heart nearly sinks to the floor.

Billy Hargrove

1 Missed Call

Billy Hargrove

iMessage: 1 message

You open it.

What the actual fuck.

[munsonsreputation]

Soon You'll Get Better

Chapter Three: Neon Kitchen, Bright Sky

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summary: Max can never seem to catch a break and things are no different when Billy's dad comes back into the picture. When everything takes a sudden turn and the one person who was supposed to have her back fails her, you and Steve don't hesitate to step in.

word count: [16.7k]

: ̗̀➛ pairings: big-brother!steve x max & big-sister!reader x max

: ̗̀➛ romantic pairing: steve harrington x fem-college-student!reader

: ̗̀➛ warnings: angst, physical altercation, mentions of slapping, cursing, billy's abusive dad, mentions of death (billy), bruises, and mentions of absent parents (max & steve)

“Get the fuck out!”

Her shouts echoed against the walls of the trailer, resounding off the metal as she pointed at the door and stood face to face with the man she didn’t want to see. He snarled at her, face practically red as he turned to her mother who stood off to the side, not daring to get in between them like she should’ve been doing in the first place.

“Are you going to let her speak to me that way?” He asked ridiculously knowing that she didn’t have a backbone, and when it came to him, she would ultimately betray her own daughter.

The thumb she had been biting down on dropped from her mouth, shaking her head vigorously. She turned to her daughter and looked at her with wide, pleading eyes.

“Maxine, he’s staying. End of discussion.”

Max rolled her eyes, glaring just as harshly at her mother for this bullshit that she was putting her through. The last thing she needed was to see her former stepfather right before her eyes, claiming he was back in their lives all of the sudden. The same one who abandoned her and her mother after Billy died and couldn’t even be man enough to stay for his funeral.

What possessed her mother to think that Max was ever going to let this slide was beyond comprehensible. Maybe it was some sort of mid-life crisis she was going through or desperation, but over her dead body would she allow this man to live under the same roof as her and her mother after everything that had happened in the past.

Max clenched her fists to her sides, reminding herself that she wasn’t going to get physical no matter how angry she was. The most important thing that she needed to do was try to stay somewhat composed and get it through her mother’s head that this wasn’t going to happen.

“No, he isn’t! Did you forget everything he put us through? What about what he did to Billy? All those years of abuse and you’re letting him back in!” She protested, unclenching one of her hands to point brutally at the man who towered over her.

Her mother wasn’t a stranger to the abuse Billy’s father had inflicted on his son. Verbally, physically, and psychologically — he was horrible to him, the same way that Billy had continued the cycle and was horrible to Max.

She looked down guiltily, shaking her head as if she was trying to believe her own lie, “He—He’s changed Max…you don’t know how hard it was for him to lose his son—”

“And I lost my brother! I watched him die with my own eyes, so what about me?”

Max didn’t mean to get emotional so quickly, but it felt like this was all something that was building up from last week’s events that were just as heavy as this. Even more so, she wished she had spent the night at you and Steve’s apartment, taking you both up on that movie night you had suggested, but instead she picked to stay home for once and try to spend more time with her mom.

Just for the night to turn into this bullshit.

Billy’s dad swatted at her pointed hand, slamming it back down to her side where she clenched her fist, wondering if this was a free pass for her to plant it towards his jaw — but she stayed calm, ignoring the stinging feeling on her skin.

“You’re the child and we’re the adults, you obey us!” He roared, causing Max to flinch slightly, yet she knew this game he was playing.

Threatening — the same thing he used to do to Billy.

But if there was one thing she learned from her late brother, it was that sometimes the best thing to do was strike back…with words of course. Because while his father usually always started it, Billy was the one to finish it.

“You’re not my fucking father and I don’t have to obey shit you say.”

She didn’t mean to look so smug after she said that. Max was actually supposed to be putting on that signature glare, but she couldn’t help it. Watching the sorry excuse of a man’s face drop before her and the vein in his neck nearly about to combust over the harsh truth she had spat right at him.

SLAP!

But the palm that connected with her cheek surely replaced the smugness with shock. Tears instantly pricking at her eyes as her hands clutched at the skin that prickled with a hundred nerves burning beneath the surface.

Her mother gasped, but not daring to scold the man for his actions, too frightened to do so. Instead, trying to grab at Max’s wrists to pull them away from her cheek in order to assess the damage that had been done, but that wasn’t what Max wanted of her.

She wanted her mother to scream.

To yell.

Fight back.

Tell him to get the fuck out of her home.

Call the cops.

Put him in jail.

Then hold her in her arms and apologize.

But she didn’t.

Max nudged her mother’s hands away, blinking wildly, and the tears rolled down her skin.

“It’s me or him.”

The ultimatum she laid before her mother should’ve been an easy one to answer. Obviously her blood, the girl she had given birth to and raised all by herself seemingly fine before she met Billy’s dad.

But the only thing in the eerily quiet trailer was now silence.

She could see her mother’s hesitation through the blur of salty puddles in her eyes. The eyes that darted between her daughter and her ex-husband’s, as if he was worth more than her even after she was the one that had stuck by her mother’s side and held her up even when she couldn’t even keep herself together.

All of this for a man.

Max swallowed the lump in her throat, disappointingly shaking her head as she brushed past her mom, heading down the narrow hallway to her bedroom, slamming and locking the door shut. There was no way in hell she was going to spend the rest of the night or the upcoming days with him in her presence.

She wasn’t going to before and she sure wasn’t going to now after he had just put his hands on her. Easily, she could’ve reached for the phone that laid on her bedside table, dialing El and asking for her father to come down to the trailer park to arrest the son of a bitch, but the first thing on her mind was getting out.

And she knew where she was going.

Stuffing a drawer full of clothes into her duffle bag, it was enough to last her a few days before she would need to borrow some, but it would do for the meantime. The excess space was filled with her childhood stuffed animal: Bubbles the Dino and the rest of her tapes and Walkman that would get her through.

She zipped up the oversized jacket that once belonged to Billy, pulling the hood over her head, hoping this was enough to keep her warm for the journey. She walked out of her bedroom back into the living room where he was still berating her mother as she sat on the couch with her head in her hands not knowing what to say or do.

Max didn’t pay them any mind, heading straight to the front door so she could make her exit before anyone tried to stop her. The creaking of the hinges prompted their attention, but she was already down the front porch steps before they could move.

“Maxine, you’re not going anywhere!” Her mom hollered, frozen in the doorway with the man right behind her.

Max rolled her eyes once more, hands tightening on her bike handles as she turned her head and looked towards the one person who was supposed to choose her all the time.

“You can both go to hell.”

With that, she ascended on the night, leaving everything that she thought was supposed to be her home behind her. The tears she had been holding back to avoid humiliation now falling out of her orbs and rolling against her cheeks. Her feet pedaled faster as each second went by, hoping to get to her destination before it was too late.

Your body twitched at the sound of knocking, eyes slowly blinking to unblur them from the sleep that overcame you suddenly. The movie that you and Steve abandoned still playing through the television while your boyfriend slept soundly beside you with Ollie cuddled to his chest.

“Steve,” you yawned, stretching your arms out and nudging his shin with your foot.

He moved slightly at the contact, groaning out without opening his eyes. Another set of knocks sounded through the front door and this time you were sure it wasn’t the movie playing tricks. Your heart raced instantaneously, not knowing what was real or not.

“Steve, someone’s at the door.” You hissed sharply, letting your arms fall to his chest where you shook him firmly.

His face scrunched up, one eye opening to see you hovering above him looking back at the door, “Baby, it’s just the movie—”

Another set of knocks followed, this time accompanied by a small voice just loud enough to pierce through the wood of the door.

“Are you guys awake?”

Neither you nor Steve could mistake her voice. Instantly worried, you didn’t hesitate to jump up from the couch, startling Ollie who jolted up from his slumber and raced towards the front door where you were already unlocking the latch.

Steve threw off the blankets, blindly shutting off the tv and slapped on the light switch, brightening up the living room with the yellow fluorescence.

You pulled the door open, Steve right beside you as you both were greeted by the anxiety inducing sight of Max all cried out with her bags weighing her shoulders down.

Her cheeks were a bright crimson, which you would assume was from the cold of the night, however her bloodshot eyes told a different story that it was a combination of the weather and crying. Her lips looked frostbitten, almost chapped as the soft teetering of her teeth rang in the wind.

“Hey, it’s okay…get in, c’mon.” Steve ushered, reaching out and grabbing her wrist gently as you opened the door wider and wrapped your arms across her shoulders where you could feel her shivering.

She instantly dropped her bags, letting them rest on the floors as she collapsed onto the couch. Her elbows going to rest on her knees as she covering her face with her hands.

You were next to her in an instant with Steve reaching over to grab the stray blanket, draping it over her body as he sat on the other side. His hands squeezed her shoulders over the thick fleece in order to try to warm her up quickly, hoping she wouldn’t catch a cold.

You caught his eyes, quietly voicing your concern, as he nodded swiftly and looked back down at her. Soft sniffles coming from behind her hands where she was trying to hide it.

Not that Max ever liked crying in front of both of you, but she never tried to conceal it like she had been doing now. It all seemed so odd and out of character for her as she knew you and Steve would always be all ears in a heartbeat and listen to whatever she had to say, but not tonight.

“Max, honey, tell us what’s going on.”

Your voice was on the verge of pleading, not knowing how much longer you go could without knowing what had her this upset that she had to bike all the way here.

“J—just some stuff a-at home.” Her voice gave way.

Stuff at home could mean many things and you both knew that Max and her mother weren’t necessarily on the same page considering how their relationship had faltered with her mom prioritizing work more than raising her daughter.

Steve gulped, rubbing his hands over her shoulders warmly. “You can talk to us, bug. Could’ve called, and I would have come over and gotten you… it’s dark out and—”

She pulled her hands away from her face, swiping her fingers along her cheeks harshly before looking up at the two of you and nodding, understanding your concerns.

“Billy’s dad was over… he came back.” She said dryly, moving her eyes to her lap not knowing how you both would receive it after so long with him gone.

The silence was telling. Clearly the two of you were shocked seeing as though Billy’s dad, Neil, left before his son’s funeral procession, leaving it all up to Max’s mom who was devastated and had to deal with two losses she wasn’t anticipating.

“H-he’s back?” You stuttered, swallowing back your distaste as you kept your focus on the girl.

“He showed up while I was at arcade and my mom let him in and n-now she’s saying that he’s gonna stay with us and I—I just…I couldn’t….I w-won’t.”

And like that, her chest rose nimbly, tears beginning to well in her eyes once again before she could even try to piece together her broken words that already told a story of their own. Hunching over, her face found solace behind her hands again and the cries rattled the walls of the apartment and broke the hearts in your chests.

Steve leaned closer, guiding her into him as support. “Bug, take a deep breath…in and out, you got it. Everything’s alright, we’re right here.”

His hand rubbed her back gently as you cooed more words of comfort. The two of you working together to try to ground her and make her feel as safe as possible. Neither of you took it personally when her cries didn’t die down and only got heavier, a kind of sadness that you knew she was feeling deeply and needed to feel instead of trying to fight back.

If your hearts were just broken by the scene of her so frantic, you couldn’t begin to imagine what she was feeling. Her breathing only got more ragged, struggling to catch it with her mind racing with the flashbacks.

Steve noticed the signs before Max could even fathom them, rising up from the spot next to her, he hurriedly charged towards the kitchen for a glass of cold water and a warm rag before he was back at her side in an instant.

“Shhh…s’okay, let’s get you a sip of water yeah?” His fingers wrapped gently around her wrists, bringing her hands away from her face, as he showed her the glass.

She sniffled roughly, nodding her head as she took the cup from him — the water that had been beading around the surface meeting her hot hands zapped her nerves, bringing her back as she gulped it down. The warm rag rested on the back of her neck calming her down a bit as the hiccuped cries began to shallow out while the seconds passed.

She had nothing to be afraid of when you two were here right beside her. You both had seen her at her worst and even then neither of you left her side. It was going to be no different now or ever, even when she was unsure of it all. She had you both and that was what mattered most to her.

You took the empty glass away, placing it on the coffee table, “You wanna talk about it some more? Or we can talk in the morning if you—”

“He hit me. J—just slapped me once, but still…”

She dropped it like glass, letting it shatter without trying to cushion its fall because there was no way of doing so. The truth was all she had left in her and the sting on her cheek was a biting reminder of what he did and most importantly what she didn’t deserve.

The room was quiet, only Max’s sporadic sniffles and the whirling of the ceiling fan above you filled the heart-stopping silence. So many things spun through your heads, questions that Steve wanted to ask, and answers that you desperately wanted, but all you could muster to say was—

“I’m sorry.” You exhaled at a loss for words, skeptically reaching for her hand as she nodded and slotted hers in yours giving you the permission.

She squeezed yours securely as if she was trying to reassure you, like you were the one who needed the strength as you sat there and broke internally, trying to stay strong when you knew you were moments away from breaking down but that wouldn’t be fair to her — not right now.

Steve pulled his brows together, confusion splaying his features despite the anger brewing inside of him.

“What did your mom do?”

He knew her mother wouldn’t let anything happen like this slide, sure she had taken the hits from Billy’s father herself and watched helplessly when Billy became the punching bag, but she couldn’t have just sat around and watched him do the same to Max.

“Nothing.” Max said quietly, nearly hushed as she did, too ashamed to say it out loud because that would mean that her mom became the enabler of the behavior she swore she’d never tolerate.

The silence was even louder then. More questions wanting to be asked, on the tips of your tongues just pleading to be babbled out, yet you both could tell that now wasn’t the time.

Max was clearly traumatized, put through something incredibly heartbreaking yet was sitting right before you as stoic as ever — not feeling anything inside because she’d been so numb to the feeling of sadness and disappointment for a while now.

You swallowed the lump in your throat to keep from crying though your voice still cracked.

“Y-you’ve had a night. Why don’t you take a hot shower and take our bed tonight? Ollie can cuddle with you, yeah? He’s missed you so much.”

“Please.” she said, nodding at you with a sullen face.

You nodded, standing up and reaching out for her, “C’mon, let’s get you some clean clothes.”

You wrapped your arms across her shoulders, guiding her along to your bedroom in hopes that a goodnight’s sleep would bring her a dream to forget about the real life nightmare.

Steve ran a rough hand up and down his face, sighing heavily as his chest ripped out a quiet sob not knowing how something like this could happen. He’d done everything to protect her to the best of his ability and the one place that should have been her safest, her home, was the place she had been hurt and the one where he wasn’t at to shield her from it.

He tore his hands away when he heard the bedroom door shut softly, followed by your hushed cries that made its way closer to him. He stood and wrapped you in his cages, letting you cry every angry and heartbroken tear you had out.

“H-How could she let that happen?” You tried to keep your sobs down, letting them die against his clothed chest to prevent Max from hearing it, but you couldn’t help but to feel so helpless and frustrated.

Steve could only hold you, cooing away your anguish and wiping the tears away because there was no answer he could give you. Everything in his soul wanted to tell you what he knew and give you all the answers in order to piece it all together, but there was nothing left to piece.

The harsh reality was that something terrible had happened to Max, and no one tried to stop it.

“Everything is gonna be okay,” He told you, holding your face in his hands as he thumbed away the remnants of tears. “She has us and we’re gonna stick by her side and try to make this better.”

It was the only thing in Steve’s soul that he knew right then to be true. You both were always going to be there for her and if it took months maybe even years to right this situation, then you’d both be there every step of the way, no doubt about it.

“I know.”

His lips pressed in a tight line, giving you a firm nod, making sure that you were alright before he spoke, “I gotta go for a little, okay?”

You stared at him confusingly, not knowing where he would be off to at this hour. “Where?”

“Clear my head.” He said it plainly eyes dead set on yours.

You read between the obvious lines, knowing exactly where he was going. There was no use in trying to stop him because you knew he had his mind set on the very thought of making sure things were done right by Max, no matter what it took.

He was her protector and in many ways he would do anything for her — even kill if he had to.

You grabbed at his hand, squeezing it in a stern yet tender manner, “Promise you won’t do anything stupid? Max needs you, you know that.”

To be quite honest, he feels that he needs her more than she does him. Steve didn’t know what he’d do with himself if Max had suffered worse tonight. The slap itself left a bitter taste in Steve’s mouth, but if Max had shown up battered and bruised, he’d be sure that a death wish would be granted tonight.

Despite his anger and the things that he could do to make him pay, there was a way to get it done, and he wanted it done the right way so that Max wouldn’t need to suffer more than she already did.

He cradled the back of your head, pulling you into a hug, nodding his head against the top of yours and placing a kiss there.

“I swear, just… just make sure she gets some sleep, and you, too. I’ll be back in a bit.”

You locked up as he gave you one last look through the screen door, mouthing, “I love you,” before you shut the wooden door and he was jogging down the steps towards the car park.

The second he slammed the door shut, the shouting began as instantly as the salty tears he’d been holding back poured from his eyes. This wasn’t about him and the last thing he wanted was for Max to hear and worry about his own wellbeing when she was supposed to put herself first.

“Son of a bitch!”

He cursed, beating his palms against the steering wheel, breathing hard as he cried, so heated and disheartened at the world because why did it have to be her?

Why couldn’t the universe give it to him?

He could take the anger, he could take the hits, he could take it all and deal with it if it meant that Max got to finally go a day or two without worrying when the next breakdown or anxiety attack was going to occur.

She had already gone through so much and she deserved for it to be over by now.

“She’s okay… she’s okay, c’mon Steven.” He roughly wiped at his face, sucking in deep breaths, talking himself through it.

He started the ignition, his foot pressed firmly on the pedal as he made his way to the trailer park, his mind echoing the faces of you and her — the people he needed to make it back home to safe and sound.

It was a scene, Hopper police car parked out front of the trailer with its driver’s door swung wide open and the vehicle still running, headlights flashing brightly. The neighbors who should have been asleep were wide awake, gathered outside their homes, and rightfully so when there was a ruckus going on.

“Where is he?” Steve demanded loudly.

He didn't even bother to take the keys out of the ignition, placing the car in park behind the police car and hopping out to get his hands on the suspect.

Across the Mayfield trailer lived Eddie and his uncle Wayne, the both of them taking notice of Steve’s presence, aware of how close he and Max were and how he must have known something that the entire park didn’t.

“Fucking shit…” The metal head cursed, throwing his cigarette the ground and calling out to his friend, “Harrington! C’mon man, let the chief handle it!”

Eddie's voice was nothing to him. Steve instead made a beeline for the front door of Max’s trailer, bursting through it, catching everyone off guard. Her mother looked as though she had seen a ghost, Billy’s dad was confused with the intrusion, and Hopper knew that something was about to go down from the death stare Steve was wearing.

The only thing Steve heard in his mind was the voice telling him to get him.

“You son of a bitch!”

Lurching across where Hopper stood, Steve threw a fist in the air over towards the disgrace that sitting on the couch acting holier than thou beside a mother who failed her child.

He hoped it connected, spreading pain across his jaw for payback, yet the arms of Hopper and his friend Eddie encase his effort, hauling him back with all their might.

“What the hell, kid? Are you out of your mind?!” Hop shouted.

The flimsy notepad and pen dropped to the ground, and he hastily grabbed ahold of the boy whose fist was millimeters away from connecting to Neil’s jaw.

“Steve, that’s enough! C’mon, relax!” Eddie attempted to deescalate the situation, knowing it wouldn’t do Max or you any good if Steve left there in handcuffs.

“Did you tell him, huh?” Steve spat, still struggling in the grips, glaring at the two on the couch.

Neil sat up, pointing a finger at him.

“Listen, I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you better get—”

“He hit Max.” Steve declared, completely stopping the struggle and moving his eyes towards Hop who stared at him confused, tight grip loosening only so that he could move and look back at the man.

“That true?” He asked, raised brow taking in a sharp breath.

Neil scoffed, turning to look at her mother, who sat emotionless, neither confirming nor denying the accusation, but she was just as guilty as him.

“Chief, I have no idea who this boy is… we called because our daughter is missing.”

He tried to lie, looking over at her mom with the most sincere and worried look that would’ve been convincing had Steve not seen right through it.

The audacity that the man had to call Max his daughter when he was barely even a father to Billy? It only made Steve’s blood boil even hotter, the anger dissipating into something uglier that dared to do more than just sock the son of a bitch in the jaw, but to make sure he never saw another waking day.

“She’s not your daughter, and she isn’t missing. She showed up at my doorstep crying her eyes out after she biked miles to come and tell me and my girlfriend that you put your hands on her and you did nothing about it.”

His eyes skimmed from the man to the woman, who guiltily broke into tears, covering her face knowing that the truth had been unveiled. Steve would have had more remorse for her if she at least defended her daughter and tried to do something to stop it. But knowing that Max stood in that very spot in the trailer almost an hour ago left with no one to help her made his fuse blow short.

The cries of the woman nearly set Neil off, turning back to her with a hardened look on his face like he was silently threating her to shut up before he gave her something to really cry about. Yet with the presence of the other three in the trailer and the neighbors that began growing curious with the shouts — he caught himself whipping his head back to the men, staring indifferently.

They could hear a hairpin drop with how eerily quiet the trailer became after Steve’s admission. Eddie cursed under his breath, closing his eyes as he got filled in on what he missed. Hopper swallowed so thickly, not knowing if he was going to put Neil into cuffs or give him a taste of his own medicine first.

The chief knew something wasn’t adding up when he got the frantic call from her mother. Sure, Max was a rebel at times, but even then, the chief knew that the girl wouldn’t just up and leave in the middle of the night for no good reason.

His daughter was her best friend, and they told each other everything, the good, the bad, and the ugly — granted he never liked to stick his nose in anyone business, but El had always voiced her worries for Max and that stuck with him, especially now.

And Hopper was a father himself, a true and present one. It just didn’t add up that Neil had bailed when his son died and now that he had returned, it just so happened that Max had run away.

Neil spoke lowly eyes shooting daggers through Steve, “You ain’t got any proof,” he started before turning his sights to the one wearing the badge.

“And even if it was, don’t you ought to agree, chief? Children who give their parents lip should be disciplined?”

Hopper and Eddie tightened their holds, feeling the small inch that Steve had moved, ready to lurch once again, but he stayed glued to the floor, knowing neither of them would be letting go.

“Is that why you hightailed it after Billy died? You lost your punching bag, so you decided to leave only to come back and try to make Max your next?” Steve seethed, not letting the fire die out so quickly.

“Shut your damn mouth!"

The man stood, pointing a sharp finger at him, but Hop pushed a hand out, creating distance between the two.

Steve scoffed a sarcastic laugh, eyes squinting pointedly. “Or what? You’re gonna hit me too? You’re a fucking deadbeat disgrace of a father who should’ve been the one in the ground, not your son.”

He knew what he was doing, granted it wasn’t the original thing he had planned to do, but if Steve was right about the kind of man Neil was, it would only be a few more seconds until he would strike.

“Don’t talk about my son,” Neil warned, stepping closer and ignoring the hand and demands that Hop gave him to step back towards the couch.

Steve jutted forward just an inch, smirking because he knew what exactly he was going to say next.

“So I can’t talk about him, but you could beat him to a pulp?”

The pang isn’t as nearly bad as it could’ve been seeing as though Hopper had tackled the man to the floor the second his fist grazed his cheek.

The entire trailer shook with the tussle happening on the ground, cursing flying off the walls as Hopper held his hands behind his back and pressed his cheek roughly to the ground.

Eddie stumbled back, arms remaining wrapped around his friend, wringing his face forward to check for damage. “You good, man?”

“Fine.” He replied, running his tongue over the inside of his cheek, only a slight sting that would probably become a little bruised by morning.

“Shut up, Neil. You’re under arrest for assault.” Hop grunted, clicking on the metal cuffs as tightly as possible.

Even as victorious as it should have felt to see him getting what he rightfully deserved, Steve didn’t feel an ounce of victory knowing that Max had gone through what she went through tonight. At the end, something terrible had happened and now it was going to be about her working through it.

Eddie pulled his friend out of the trailer, fresh air being breathed in followed by the gasps of the onlookers who didn’t know what to make out of all of it. Making their way to his car for some privacy, Steve leaned against the door, rubbing at his face while Eddie stood in front of him, arms crossed not knowing what to say.

“H-how is she?” He dared to ask, wondering if it was too touchy of a subject or not.

Steve looked up, frowning with a shake of his head. “Not so great. Did you hear anything before she left?”

Eddie shrugged, trying to remember anything that stood out, but the trailer park was used to fights and yelling but never to this magnitude. If anything, everyone around there avoided calling the cops as much as possible.

“Just a few shouts, but nothing too clear. Her mom started knocking on every trailer, asking if we saw where she went and before you know it Hop was here.” Eddie replied.

Steve nodded still trying to piece together everything. Both of their eyes trailed back to the trailer, as Hopper read aloud the Miranda rights, walking the cuffed man to the police car.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.” He spoke before throwing him into the backseat, slamming the door to finally silence the hissy fit Neil was throwing.

The man was obviously exhausted. The last thing he wanted to do after he had already clocked out for the day was to drive all the way to the trailer park for some runaway. But when he heard that it was Maxine missing, he couldn’t stay at home knowing his daughter’s best friend was out there, probably scared and alone — the same way he found El.

It hit too close to home, and he was going to do everything he could to get her back home safely.

“She’s still at yours?” Hop called out, walking over to Steve with his notepad out for some info.

Steve nodded, backing off his car to look at his watch. “She should be asleep now, but yeah, she’s got to ours almost an hour ago by bike.”

Hop grunted out a disapproving curse, jotting everything down for the report. He clicked the pen closed, shoving it in his pocked before pointing up at Steve.

“Good. I want you to keep her at yours and I’ll stop by in the morning to ask some questions, alright?”

There was a sort of silent understanding between them both, one that even Eddie could read despite the missing words. They all knew how close Max was to you and Steve, and if she was going to be anywhere tonight, or maybe for a while, it was going to be with you both.

“What about her?” Steve pointed his chin at her mom, sitting on the steps still crying to herself. Hop took a deep breath, shaking his head.

“She’s gonna get an earful right about now, but you should probably go before then.” He advised, knowing that it would be best if Steve weren’t around despite his understandable anger.

All of the mean names and insults that spun in Steve's head and dared to leave his mouth but never did. Honestly, the sight of her crying alone was hopefully the wake up call that she needed to be a better mother, a present one that would pick her before anyone else, even kill for her if she needed to.

“You hurt her you know,” Steve declared out loud, knowing it was the least he could say for Max’s behalf.

Her face hidden behind her hands not knowing what to do with herself. She pulled them away, staring at him guiltily as she sobbed some more. But he didn’t have anything else to say to her and even if he did, he was sure the only words that would leave his mouth would be fueled with anger and disgust.

Eddie garnered his attention, patting the hood of his car gently.

“Go on man, it’s getting late.”

As a friend, Eddie cared a lot about you both. He even had a special place in his heart for the redhead who sometimes fed the strays with him when she was bored at home. It wasn’t often, but it was enough for conversations to begin where Max bragged about having Steve wrapped around her finger, ready to fight anyone who got in her way.

Steve and Max had an undeniable sibling sort of bond that tied them together — everyone could see it.

Max grew up with a step-brother who was dog-shit nothing, and Steve practically raised himself once he turned thirteen. It was clear that the both of them were fated together, a kind of chosen family that not even blood could touch.

“Tomorrow, okay?” Hopper said once more, patting him on the back and ushering him to get in the car.

Steve nodded, offering a kind handshake to both men before he got into his car, and took one last look — all the neighbors heading back into their homes after Hop waved them off, and Eddie wielding another goodbye before he jogged back to his trailer.

The drive home was a stark contrast, no more tears shed or shouts leaving his mouth. Just pure silence as his blood simmered down and his mind thought of you and Max — and of course, Ollie. His little family that he would vow to protect no matter what.

He parked the car, locking it and jogging up the short flight of stairs towards the apartment door. He dug the keys out of his pocket, quietly opening it, hoping to not wake anyone up. But of course, Ollie was already at the door waiting as Steve smiled, bending down to pet him as he shut the door behind him.

The floor lamp was left on, illuminating your sleeping figure on the couch with two layers of blankets pulled over your body. He thanked all the gods in the universe that you were asleep, knowing it wouldn’t do you any good if you had stayed up waiting even if it was out of love.

You knew that Steve would handle things and keep his promise. He always did.

He shrugged his shoes off, propping them on the rack before rounding the hallway towards your shared bedroom where the door was left open. Stopping in the doorway, he let out a sigh of relief, glad that Max was also asleep and safe. All the while Ollie hopped up on the bed, snuggling into her side for the night.

There were a lot of things that Steve was unsure of, so many questions still desperately wanting to be answered, but he knew that whatever was going to happen next was going to be in the best interest of Max.

No more of her feeling like she was second place or her own mother’s second choice. He was going to do everything in his power to give her the life she deserved — full of love and safety.

Heading back to the living room, he lifted the blankets up slowly, squeezing in beside you, doing his best not to wake you up. But it was nearly impossible as you stirred slightly, peeking your eyes open just enough to decipher his figure through the darkness.

“W-was everything okay?” You croaked softly, wrapping your arms around his midsection and pulling him closer to you.

“Yeah," he nodded, kissing your temple as he settled his body into the cushions. “Hop was already there when I arrived and he’s gonna stop by in the morning.”

“Where are you hurt?” You sought, already knowing that Steve was going to try to hide it from you for your own sake if you didn’t ask yourself.

He gulped, turning his jaw to show you where he was hit. “Just grazed me a bit…I’m gonna be fine.” He assured you as your fingertips skimmed over the area, trying to feel for a forming bump.

“Okay,” You took a deep breath nodding as your hand fell away from his face, “Let’s get some sleep…we’ll talk more in the morning.”

There wasn’t possibly anything more that you could’ve asked nor did you want any of the full details of what Steve had done to get things handled. He knew it too — that sometimes ignorance when it came to this sort of situation was bliss to you.

Your focus was on Max, and as long as Steve was safe and sound back in your arms, there was no need to worry about him. Right now Max was the person you needed to be thought of the most — and neither you nor Steve were going to stop doing so.

Max woke early the next morning, rubbing sleep and dried tears from her eyes as she was aware of the sun beating down past the curtains and the voices talking softly down the hall meaning you and Steve were already up.

She tossed around the duvet for a few minutes before mustering the strength to throw them off and let her feet hit the floorboards, taking her to the kitchen.

“Morning,” she croaked weakly, wincing at the pain in her cheek where her fingertips had slid against the skin carelessly.

You and Steve looked over your shoulders. Her sleepy figure taking a seat at the kitchen table and resting her face in her hands. Clicking off the burner, you both quickly gave her your attention.

“Hey bug,” Steve said quietly, reaching over for a clean glass, filling it up with water before he approached, sliding it over to her.

“How’re you feeling?” You sought, taking a seat beside her and smiling gently as she laid her head on your shoulder.

“A bit better. It’s the best sleep I’ve gotten in a while.” She admitted, with a weak laugh, happy that she didn’t have to endure a night of a loud TV playing or her drunk mother whining about the cable cutting out.

But she’d be lying if she said she was out like a light after she got out of the shower. Sleep didn’t come to her so easily, playing back the memory of what had unfolded and knowing that Steve wasn’t home. She didn’t have to peek out of the living room to know it, but she could feel it in her bones that he had left.

“What happened to you?” Max asked him. Her gut already knowing the answer to her own question, yet she just wanted to see what he’d say.

Steve shook his head, tapping his cheek, “It’s nothing, just a little bruise. I took care of it.”

She couldn’t be upset with him, even if she wanted to. The energy in her body was completed depleted and the last thing she wanted was to act as if she didn’t need the help. Steve was protective of her and she knew whatever he did to “take care of it” was coming out of the goodness of his heart.

“Thanks,” She pursed her lips into a tight line, tilting her head at him to which he nodded.

You stroked the hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ears as she turned her eyes up towards you.

“Hopper is gonna come over and get some statements about the situation. He said it’s gonna be easy peasy.”

“Will you guys be able to stay in the room?” She crossed her fingers, hoping that she wouldn’t have to endure it by herself.

“Of course,” Steve nodded assuringly, rubbing her arm up and down, “He might bring some other people from the department, but they’ll be in and out before you know it, I promise.”

“Okay,” she breathed, relieved that it wouldn’t be so bad with you both there.

Max had only spoken to the cops one other time in her life — obviously talking to Hopper casually didn’t count. But after the fire at StarCourt, she and her friends were all questioned by law enforcement, even the FBI. They showed her pictures of the damage and asked about Billy and the details of his death.

She went home that day feeling numb as everyone else, not knowing if she’d ever be the same, and to know one’s surprise, she wasn’t. A few days later, her mom had planned out the funeral with the help of Karen and Joyce who tried their very best to pick up the pieces while her mom struggled to deal with the loss of her stepson and the sudden departure of her husband.

Max would never forget that week. So much chaos, heartache, and guilt that would only continue to follow her wherever she went, no matter how hard she tried to get back to normal, it just wasn’t possible, not with the emotional abuse of life that she had endured.

She tried not to think about it so much, knowing that Hopper was gonna make sure no lines were crossed. If anything, the questions would go straight to the point that way it wouldn’t force her to relive every single detail of the night.

The three of you ate breakfast together, her and Steve occasionally feeding Ollie bits of scrambled eggs while you weren’t looking, lightly laughing to themselves as you went on about something that you wanted to do with the kitchen.

After you cleared your plates, she suggested she did dishes, but you and Steve waved her off, telling her to relax and watch some television or read some magazines before Hop arrived.

A little after eight, there was a knock on the door, a firm and loud one indicating that it was most definitely the Chief on the other side. Max switched off the TV, getting up to join you and Steve at the front door, greeting him warmly.

“Hey kid,” Hopper greeted, widening his arms as she grinned and walked into his side, hugging him — hugs from Hop weren’t typical, but she knew it was his dad side coming out and comforting her.

“Hey, Hop.” She patted his back before stepping away and letting you and Steve greet him.

You peeked back out the door to see if any other person from the department would be joining, “Just you?”

He hummed out an ‘mhm’, removing his hat and taking a seat on the couch before pulling out the same notepad and pen from last night.

“Didn’t wanna overwhelm her with too many people 'round. I know it’s a touchy subject, still fresh and all.” Hopper spoke thoughtfully, eyes darting over to Max who was very relieved as she plopped down on the opposite side of the couch.

“Thanks.” Steve nodded, going to sit beside her.

The pen clicked, and Hop jutted his chin out towards the kid, silently asking if she was ready or if she still needed a few minutes to prepare herself to speak about it. She nodded quickly, wanting to rip the bandaid off and get it over with.

“Where were you before you got back home?” He began.

“I was at the arcade with Dustin and Mike. I biked there at 6 p.m., left at 8:30 p.m. and got home at about 9ish.”

He jotted everything down as she went, knowing that while the details weren’t about the scenario that took place, he needed to know everything that had happened before and after.

“And when you got home what happened then?” He proceeded, looking up from the notepad.

Now the hard part, getting into the details that she wanted to bury in the back of her mind and forget. She knew that Hopper was here doing his job and the last thing he wanted was for her to revisit last night, but in order to make sure things were done correctly, he had to get some insight.

You patted her knee encouragingly, while Steve murmured kind words, “you’ve got this,” and “it’s gonna be over soon.”

“I—I noticed a car out front, but it didn’t look familiar, so I didn’t think anything of it. Thought that maybe mom had gotten a ride home from a coworker and they were inside talking, or that maybe one of the neighbors had a guest and they just needed parking.” She explained simply.

“And when you walked in?”

“Neil was there sitting on the couch and my mom was making dinner in the kitchen. There were a few empty beer cans lying around, but they could’ve been my moms, or his…I d-don’t really know, but they were there.”

“Okay,” Hop nodded, pen moving quickly against the paper, occasionally looking up to give the girl a warm look, telling her she was doing great so far.

“How did things escalate?”

“I told him to get the fuck out and that he wasn’t welcomed in our home.” She said bluntly not caring about trying to lay it down easy.

“How did he take that?”

“Not so well,” She shifted, sitting up and swallowing thickly, “for some reason, my mom wanted him to stay, and I kept going on about horrible he treated us—how he treated Billy, and he didn’t like that I was talking back.”

“And it’s from my understanding that he hit you?”

Max nodded, “He slapped me across the cheek,” She turned her face, showing Hopper the side that was hit, though the red hand-mark had waned through the night, “Just once, but it was pretty hard.”

“M’sorry that happened, kid.” Hopper shook his head, huffing out a deep breath as he took it down.

“I gave my mom an ultimatum… him or me, but she didn’t say anything, so I knew—I knew I had to go and leave.” Her voice died with a whisper, hating the fact that repeating the words out loud was just as hurtful as seeing her mom do it to her face.

You and Steve could tell that it was starting to get heavier for Max. The mere thought of retelling what she had gone through was like reliving it again. Steve reached for her hand, giving it three encouraging squeezes.

“S’okay, we’re right here bug, not leaving okay?” You whispered, wrapping your arms over her shoulder, letting her lean it toward you.

“And you biked all the way here?”

She nodded, watching as Hopper mentally did the math of the times, knowing she didn’t bother to check it once she left. “So would you say you left Forrest Hills at about 9:30 and got here at almost 10?”

“Maybe 10:30,” she clarified, “I got tired halfway and stopped for a second to catch my breath.”

“And when you got here?”

“I knocked on the door, and they answered and let me in.” Max spoke gesturing to you both.

Hopper nodded, turning his attention to you and Steve now.

“What was she like?” He asked looking between you both.

You swallowed, going first. “Shaken up, cold obviously, but most sad and shaken.”

“She gets um, panic attacks sometimes?” Steve looked over at Max apologetically, but she nodded, letting him know it was okay to go on.

“S-she said it was just some stuff at home, and it kinda triggered one, so she got her a glass of cold water and warm rag to help calm her down.”

“What happened after that?”

“I told them what happened…about the slap, I mean.” She clarified with the tilt of her head as Hop nodded and jotted it down.

“Got it.”

“A-are we done, now?” She furrowed her brows, shifting a bit in her seat just enough to catch the notepad that was filled with his writing, not even room left in the margins.

Hopper flipped the pad over, clicking his pen shut as he nodded. “Yeah, no more talking about it. Got everything I need to keep him behind bars.”

She let out a breath of relief, sinking into your side as you smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to the side of her head lovingly. You hated that she had to go through this, but you knew it was the process to make sure everything was handled properly and Neil wouldn’t be able to get out easily.

“I’m assuming you’re not wanting to go back?” Hopper proposed, smiling a bit at Max’s comfortability that was visible now that the hard part was over.

Max nodded sternly, looking back at him. “Not if I don’t have to.”

“You guys okay with letting her stay here for a while?” Hop asked you both.

Without hesitation, you and Steve nodded. That wasn’t even up for debate. Your door would always be open for Max no matter what.

“Then it’s best you go back over there, let Max pick up a few things and try to get her mom to sign this.” He reached into his pocket, slipping out a folded piece of paper that he handed over.

Steve grabbed it, unfolding it to read the contents as you and Max leaned over to do the same.

“What is this?” Steve shook his head confused.

“It’s to have you and Steve become Max’s legal guardians. Her mom is obviously still going to be her parent and I doubt she’d sign away her rights, but this is mainly to protect Max. To make sure that she has people she can go to when she doesn’t feel safe at home, and things to get messy with the court and stuff like that.”

“So, we just get her to sign this and then Max can stay with us?” You questioned.

“For as long as I want?” Max added with an excited glint in her voice causing Hop to push out a laugh.

“Obviously, I’d encourage that your mom tries to make things right with you eventually, but I can understand that you don’t want to be near her right now. So yeah, if she signs it, you can stay here as long as you want.”

Max perked up at the thought, sitting up straighter and looking at you and Steve with hopeful eyes — it was as if she was brought back to life for a moment just at the idea of getting to stay with you and Steve.

You smiled softly, rubbing her back, “Why don’t you go get ready and we’ll head out to get this done, okay?”

“Okay!”

As the bedroom door closed, Hopper turned to you both wearing an apprehensive expression, sighing deeply and rubbing his hands together.

“It isn’t going to be easy.” Hopper spoke softly, not wanting Max to hear, “She’s gonna be a little hesitant to sign it, but I gave her a little spiel about it last night.”

“How’d she take it?” Steve wondered, scratching the back of his neck.

“Telling a mother that she isn’t fit to raise her child and that her child was going to be better off in the hands of two early twenty-year-olds?” His forehead creased as he lifted his brows, shaking his head, “She was pissed.”

You rolled your eyes, tsking because she had done this to herself and you had no remorse for her, at least not after what she had done to Max.

“Well, she should’ve thought twice before letting an abuser back into her and her daughter’s home and letting that same man hit her kid.” You retorted sharply.

Hop nodding sympathetically, understanding your indignation.

“I know you’re upset, but you’ve gotta try to make her understand that way Max is put first.”’

Steve rubbed your knee gently, doing his best to calm you down knowing that while you were visibly upset at the entire situation, you both had to see it through for Max’s sake.

“We hear you.” He spoke, giving Hop a grateful look for the time and energy he was taking out of his day to help you both with the process.

“The kids are worried about her…” He revealed with a sigh, “They basically stayed up all night and grilled me when I got back home.”

Hopper didn’t mean to overstep his place and tell El and Will about it before Max had the chance to, but the second he received the call, the only thing he could do was burst through their bedroom door and ask when they had seen her last.

Safe to say that once they were awoken with the news that their friend had runway, they couldn’t bring themselves back to sleep — pacing the living room restlessly as Jonathan and Joyce did their best to soothe them while Hop had drove down to the trailer park.

“Do you think they could by a little later? They just want to check up on her and give her a hug.” Hopper proposed, since it was the one thing El and Will had made him promise he would do for them.

“That’s sweet of them.” You smiled with a nod, “After we head out, I’ll ask Max and have her call them up in advance.”

“Great.”

Hopper left after saying goodbye to you all, wishing you luck on getting the paperwork signed and reminding you and Steve that you guys could give him a call anytime if you needed anything.

The last place Max wanted to go was back to the trailer park, but she knew in her heart that avoiding it forever wasn’t something that she could do considering that she still loved her mom, but right then, she just couldn’t stand to be around her after everything.

You three agreed that you would do most of the talking in hopes of getting the signature on the forms while Max headed inside to pack her stuff. Max had nothing to say to her mother, nor did she have to even utter a work to her — she owed her nothing.

The only thing keeping Max’s hopes up was getting to finally pick up somewhere else, somewhere safer where she knew you and Steve would never put her in danger and give her the home that she was always longing to have.

Her blood started rushing quicker as Steve turned into the park, driving up to the trailer and placing the car in park. She closed her eyes, leaning head back against the seat, taking a few deep breaths attempting to prepare herself to face her mom.

“Hey,” Steve looked back, tapping on the console to grab her attention, “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll be in and out as quick as we can be.”

“You don’t have to say anything at all, just go in there and grab whatever you need, alright?” You added, twisting your body to face her, grabbing her hand gently.

She took a final deep breath, nodding as she glanced out the window, “Let’s get this over with.”

Steve jogged up the steps, knocking firmly on the metal before heading back down with you and Max. It felt like forever for her, hearing her mom’s voice call out from the inside and footsteps moving across the floors, but it was only seconds after the creaky door swung open.

A look of relief washed over her mother’s face, hands resting over her heart as she walked towards her daughter.

“Maxine! Oh honey, I was so—”

Your hand came out, blocking her from getting any closer than she already was, putting distance between her and Max.

“She’s here to get a few things, then she’s leaving.” You said sternly, locking eyes with her keeping your gaze hard.

Her mom looked between you and Steve, eyes wide as she swayed her head puzzled.

“L-leaving? To where?”

“Ours. She’s gonna be staying with us for a while.” You told her, not missing the way the confusion instantly spread to denial.

Max took the opportunity to push her way in, brushing past her mom through the door and making a beeline for her room. She shut and locked the door, quickly moving and grabbing bags to stuff full of the things while you and Steve waited outside.

Max’s mom shook her head, eyes pleading to you and Steve, “You can’t take her away from me. She’s my daughter. Please.”

You didn’t even look affected by her begging, still keeping your composure with your arms moving across your chest.

“We’re not taking her away. She’s picking us, and we’re choosing her. The same way you should have last night.”

Steve had never seen you be so cold as you were being in that moment. It was totally out of your character to act out that way, but he knew this was just as hard for you to do. You weren’t doing this to punish her mom.

You were acting this way because Max needed someone who wasn’t going to just give up on her and let her fend for herself. She had done enough of that already, and with you and Steve there was no need for her to do it anymore.

“Please, you have to know that I didn’t mean for him to hit her.” She reasoned, clasping her hands together like a magical prayer was going to change your view.

“But you did know how violent he could get, and you still let him in. You put your life and Max’s in danger. For what?” You scoffed, shaking your head.

“He said that things were going to be different.” She whispered, furrowing her brows trying to get you to understand where she was coming from.

“And you really fell for it? After all of this time, you would think that you would know better.”

“We could be an actual family.” She said, pointing into the trailer where Max was gesturing to you both that it could finally be a home with a mom and dad waiting for her.

That ticked you off beyond everything she had pervious said. You couldn’t keep your composure any longer, tightening your fists to your sides, doing everything to keep the anger at bay and remember what you and Steve were here for.

“Just stop it!” You yelled louder than you had anticipated, prompting Steve to lay a calming hand on your shoulder, murmuring out for you to take it easy.

“Max doesn’t need anything more than a mother. Someone who is going to put her and her needs first. Not some delusional idea of a family that never existed in the first place.” You retorted sharply, bursting the bubble around that stupid dream of hers.

“That’s not true—”

You pointed your finger at her, nearly seething at that point.

"You dragged her into this town, and you left her to fend for herself when Billy treated her like crap and you did it again when Neil did the same thing. As much as it hurts you to admit, you know you’re not fit for the role. At least not right now.”

You didn’t mean to be so harsh, but it was what she needed to hear and she didn’t even bother to defend herself. Shrinking back, you could see the way her eyes washed over with a sheen of tears, jaw quivering slightly as you went on without missing a beat.

“Do you even know anything about your daughter at all? Do you know that Steve and I are her emergency contacts? He had to drive down there last week for an incident that you should have been there to handle, but you weren’t.” You explained to her, trying to keep your voice low for Max’s sake.

“You’re barely around, and on the rare occasion that you are, you don’t even try to be apart of her life, or even try to scratch the surface of everything she’s been hiding because she wants to protect you.”

You had gotten worked up by then; the anger floating away and instead replaced with pure disappointment for the mere fact that you and Steve even had to be here in the first place. Had she done her job as a mother, none of this would have happened, and she wouldn’t be standing here getting an earful from you right then.

“But you’re her mom.” You swallowed, shaking your head at her sobs leaving her mouth.

“You’re the one who’s supposed to be protecting her, and you failed at that.” You said, letting your voice die, watching as she broke down even more at those words.

You felt terrible for making her cry despite knowing she deserved it. You weren’t an evil person; you didn’t gain anything by making her feel bad about the way she parented, but every single thing you had said played a role in how awful thing had turned out for Max.

Her daughter, a girl going through the most pivotal developmental years of her life, was protecting her own mother who was neglecting her. She could have easily picked up and left long ago, even before Billy died, but she didn’t. She stuck around and beared the weight of everything else meanwhile she was the one suffering most.

“I’m her m-mom…she only has one mom, and that’s me.” She croaked, pointing to herself while the tears ran down her face.

“So if I were you, start acting like it and get your shit together so you can be the one she trusts again. The last thing she needs is forcing herself to live with her only mom who shattered her heart.”

You took a shaky breath, reaching behind you to retrieve the papers that Steve was holding onto. Passing them over to her, you watched as she looked over them, seemingly having no objections any longer.

“Y-you promise she’ll come back home?”

You and Steve looked at each other, neither nodding nor shaking your heads before you finally mustered the strength to look at her again.

“Prove she should first.”

Before you knew it her signature was printed on the pages, the three of you standing awkwardly outside listening for the bustle of footsteps and drawers shutting before finally the door whipped open. Max wobbled as she made her way down the short stairs, keeping her eyes on you and Steve.

“She sign it?” She finally spoke, watching as you both smiled and nodded.

Steve stepped forward, taking the bags from her arms and going to put them into the trunk of his car as you stayed near the porch with Max and her mom.

“Max, I’m sorry.” Her mom sniffled, going to reach out to her before quickly pulling her hands back to her chest understanding that she didn’t want to be touched.

Max looked over her shoulder, staring almost emotionless as she muttered, “I hope you are.”

“I—I’m gonna change, I promise…I’ll be better for you.”

They didn’t share a hug or a kiss on the cheek goodbye, Max simply opted for nod not wanting to keep her hopes too high when it came to her mom. You three loaded back into the car, watching from the rearview as her mom waved goodbye while you all set off back to the apartment.

You met her eyes in the mirror, heart warming at the small smile that splayed over her face, leaving the park without looking back.

“Why don’t we have a day with El and Will, huh? We can go shopping for your new room.” You suggested cheerfully.

A short gasp left her mouth, a little confused and surprised. “My own room?”

Steve chuckled nodding as he glanced back at her for a second. “You’re gonna be living with us for a while, so yeah, you’re own room. We’re gonna turn her study into a bedroom for you.”

“Thank you, thank you thank you!” She bubbled, unbuckling her belt as she reached forward and draped her arms over your shoulders as you and Steve laughed, urging her to buckle back up.

“Give El and Will a call when we get home and then we’ll swing by to pick them up, okay?”

It surprised her just as much as it did you, how upbeat she was despite the events that had unfolded less than 24 hours ago. Perhaps it was just her running on the high of actually getting to stay with you and Steve, but you had a feeling that it was the genuine relief she felt knowing that she’d get to come home to a safe space every day from now on.

Steve had given you the keys to his car, steering you and Max out of the apartment right after you had dropped off all her belongings and she had phoned her friends. The second you made it to the Hopper-Byers residence, El and Will were already waiting on the porch, racing towards the passenger side to greet their Max with the biggest hug in the world.

Joyce even came out, pulling Max into a sweet hug, murmuring even sweeter words that a mother would give her child. A little sliver of your conscious felt guilty that you were depriving Max of that mother-daughter connection that she always wanted, something every girl craves to have.

“Do you want to tag along?” Max extended the invitation, looking back into the car where you nodded with a smile, patting the empty passenger seat that you would hope Joyce would occupy.

And alas, she did, which was a great excuse for you and her to talk about adult things while the kids helped Max pick out stuff for her bedroom. They ran off to the knick-knack section of the thrift store, hoping to find some decor, while you and Joyce sorted through the hangers of curtains trying to find something that would suit her style.

She nudged with her elbow, causing you to looking over at her as a small smile took over her features before she whispered softly, “You and Steve are doing the right thing.”

You inhaled deeply, giving her a shaky laugh as you exhaled. “You think so? I’m honestly a little scared.” You admitted, hoping she wouldn’t think you were second guessing it because you weren’t.

There was just a lingering worry living in the back of your head, wondering if you could actually do it. Without a doubt, you knew that Steve could. He practically handled all six children by himself at one point in time, but you were still new to it. You were always there for all of them, but Max’s situation meant not just being there, but being present and ready to be at her side at any moment.

You couldn’t stomach the thought of her bottling up her feelings and hiding away in her bedroom while you went on unaware of it in the next room over. You didn’t even know what you’d do with yourself if she came home in tears not wanting to talk about what happened before shutting the door in your face.

There were so many things you weren’t prepared for and that was what made you the most scared: the thought of not knowing and it ending up hurting Max more than she already had.

Joyce had been in your shoes a few years earlier, taking in El, a child she didn’t birth, but felt immensely protective over. Though her circumstances were different from Max’s, there were more similarities in the fact that all they really needed was a safe space with people who loved them for who they were.

She reached out, giving you back a comforting rub while you shifted to face her completely.

“They say people are never really ready to be parents and it’s the same way for you guys, but you and Steve are the perfect fit for her.” She said softly, watching as you took in her words with a nod, continuing to listen for what advice she had left to graciously give you.

“She trusts you enough to tell you about everything in her life without being scared that she’ll be in trouble. She chooses you guys because you choose her. I know it’s not an ideal situation, but sometimes things happen for a reason…for the better.”

It was a motto that Joyce Byers lived by, the fact that things happened for a reason and even if it wasn’t the way things were envisioned, it was always for the better. She would have never thought that she would be a single mom of two kids, leaving behind Lenny in order to give her two boys a better shot at living a life without the risk around. But she also would have never thought she’d find love again and adopt a girl like El, who completed her life in so many ways.

Their families meshed together like one without even skipping a beat. It just felt right even after all those years of going through it without each other. When they were finally found on another, it was like the missing puzzle piece finally being put back in its place—a kind of harmony that was difficult to replicate.

You saw it covering her face, the certainty and confidence she had in you to do it.

“I needed that.” You closed your eyes, wrapping her up in a tight hug. “Thank you so much.”

“I’m here for you all, no matter what. We all are.” She reminded you, rubbing comforting circles over your back.

She smiled where you couldn't see, catching Max from afar as she watched on with a grateful look, giving Joyce a thumbs up before running along to find her friends.

You realized that it was a lot of pressure, and right now it felt like the weight of the world on your shoulders to make sure you were giving Max everything she needed, but sometimes it wasn’t as complicated as you were making it out to be in your head.

Giving Max a place to stay and the knowing that she was cared for was already enough for her and all the rest were just extras she was glad to be given by you and Steve.

After a few hours of strolling through countless stores and picking up the right pillows and bedspread, Steve’s car was officially packed to the brim. You weren’t sure how you all managed to Tetris fit everything, but it worked perfectly and by the time you had dropped the kids and Joyce back to theirs, the empty seats were occupied by everything that was once on their laps.

“My arms are dying!” Max huffed dramatically, slogging up the apartment complex staircase as you lingered behind her, trying to catch your breath with each slow step.

“I’m getting too old for this. I should’ve picked the apartment on the first floor instead.” You fretted with the shake of your head, finally making it up to the top with a loud stomp.

You and Max stood at the top of the stairwell for a couple seconds, deep breaths filling the silence as you pressed yourselves up against the brick wall. Then suddenly, as your eyes locked, laughter erupted not being able to take each other seriously over the silly situation.

Despite the cramp that you were surely going to catch in your leg at any moment’s notice, it was all worth it knowing this was going to be a memory you’d both look back on and crack up at.

Taking another deep breath, you tilted your head down the hallway.

“C’mon I bet Steve and Ollie miss us.” You both walked the short way to your front door.

You let your arm’s weight down, bags falling softly against the concrete as you fished the car keys out of your purse, beginning to unlock it. Ollie’s little barks came from behind the wood door, getting louder when you unlocked the screen and finally pushed the second one open.

The second the gap was cleared, the pup excitedly jumped up on his hind legs, greeting you both with a few more barks.

“Oh, hi boy! I missed you so much.” Max quickly stepped through, placing the bags down and going to her knees in order for him to surge into her lap.

You grinned sweetly, bending down to pet behind his ears while you toed your sneakers off, lugging the bags behind you.

“Where’s your dad, huh? Did you keep him company the whole day?” You wondered aloud, mostly talking to your dog who wasn’t paying you any mind with the pets he was getting from Max.

Before you could even call out his name, Steve strolled from the hallway, dusting off his hands as he smiled at the both of you. His hair was slicked back more than usual, which you assumed was because of the sweat that accumulated from all his hard work.

He didn’t tell you much about what he was going to do before you left, just that he was going to fix up the bedroom for Max and get everything in order.

“He did keep me company. In fact, he couldn’t stop following me around, that is until he heard you guys all the way from the stairwell.” He snickered, knowing that Ollie could hear your combined laughter from a mile away, instantly darting towards the front door the second he heard it.

You walked over to him, placing a peck on his lips before pushing past him into the living room in order to get yourself a glass of water.

He turned his attention to Max. “Did you have fun today, bug?” He proposed, scanning the shopping bags, which wasn’t even half of what you had picked up.

She nodded, bringing Ollie closer to her chest as she waddled over to the couch to get comfortable.

“The best day ever! Joyce even joined us and we all got ice cream afterwards as a treat for all the sale findings we did.”

Steve glanced over at you with a suspiciously raised brow not believing either of you could be gone for as long as you were and only have a couple of shopping bags.

You were especially good at finding the items that were somehow always on sale or marked down, which is how you justified every purchase claiming you were getting a bang for your buck—Steve didn’t know if that was always true or not, but who was he to argue?

“I’m assuming there’s more in the car?” He looked back and forth between the both of you.

You gulped down your water, nodding with a wide grin.

“You are correct!” you said, tossing him the car keys that he quickly caught and stuffed into his pocket with a grin.

“Before I lug whatever the hell you guys bought up here, let me show you a surprise.” He announced with the clap of his hands, motioning for you both to following his lead.

Max’s ears perked up, shuffling off the ground and following him closely. “A surprise?”

“You heard that right.”

The three of you stopped in front of your old study, now Max’s bedroom where the door was pulled shut. You and Max had no idea what was behind the door, but you both were excited to see what he was hiding, knowing he could have done anything while you were gone for the day.

In true dramatic Steve Harrington fashion, he shot Max a semi-worried, yet semi-cheery look, placing his hands on her shoulder as if he was bracing himself for a bad reaction already.

“Now Max, if you hate it by all means, don’t be afraid to tell me,” He cautioned.

She glared playfully, flicking his arm in a scolding manner.

“Stop, I’m not gonna hate it!” She guaranteed to him, waving her hands out in the air as in telling him to hurry about revealing it.

“Fine, then…surprise!” He blurted, reaching back to twist the doorknob and press the door open, revealing its interior.

Shock wasn’t even enough to describe what Max was feeling, let alone fathom the work Steve was able to pull together with just a couple of hours. She wasn’t even sure how he managed to get all the furniture, considering he was left without a car all day, but she was sure he had pulled some strings to make it possible.

The rattan bedframe was pushed up against the wall to maximize the space along with a newly packaged mattress laying within it. Beside it was a small two tiered bookshelf that would also act as a bedside table. Even though it was still empty, he was sure all her comics and little knick-knacks would find their home there when she officially got unpacked.

A tall oak wood dresser stood on the opposite side of the room, and while the room itself did come with a small closet, Steve just wanted to make sure there was enough room for her to store all her things. And last, on the adjacent wall, was a small desk that used to be yours, one that you had told Steve to leave in there for her so she could have a spot to do all her studying and whatnot.

The walls itself were bare, Steve wanting Max to have the creative reign to do whatever she wanted with them or if she wanted to paint it a different color, then they could make plans to go to the store over the weekend and pick a few swatches to choose from the.

Steve anxiously waited as she quietly looked around the room, taking it in without saying a word. She hadn’t even seen the room all too much to remember what it even looked like before all the furniture was put in. The only time she would ever come in there was to grab some pens and markers from your desk, but it was never long enough for her to notice how much natural light and space the room truly had.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest nervously. “Do you like it? I know it’s not much, and it’s still kinda bare, but we can—oh!”

Before he even had the chance to discredit all his hard work more than he already did, the young girl launched herself into his arms, hugging him like her life depended on it.

“Thank you so, so much! This means the world to me. You don’t even know how thankful I am right now!”

You clasped your hands together, heart warming at the sight as you watched how slowly the relief covered Steve’s face before being plastered with complete and utter joy for successfully doing something special for her.

To be fair, you were sure Steve could have blown up an air mattress for her, and Max would have the same reaction since it was the utter thought that counted the most—but this was definitely better.

“You’re welcome, Max.” He smiled, patting her back kindly, still reeling from the reaction he had received while you flashed him a big smile and a thumbs up.

“How did you even get this on time?” She finally pulled away, going for the bed and jumping back first against the mattress with the plastic covering crinkling beneath her. “You didn’t even have a car to pick this up.”

Steve beamed proudly, beginning to explain how he made it all happen. “I made a few calls, and I got Eddie to come and pick me up and we were able to go grab it. And Hop was getting rid of some stuff from the cabin and he let me keep some of the furniture for you.”

Surely getting Eddie’s help was the easy the part, the hardest was convincing him to stick around and help carry it all up the flight or stairs. Steve promised to give him a discount on all the tapes he wanted for a full month just for the favor alone—but Eddie could have gone without it, knowing that Steve was doing it not for himself, but for Max.

“Look at you being resourceful,” you half teased, poking him in the arm while he rolled your eyes at your chiding.

Max sat up slightly, arms spreading out towards the both of you as she jutted out her chin. “Come on. Group hug.”

You and Steve laughed, practically toppling into her side when she pulled you both into her, hugging with all her might trying to physically push all the gratefulness she had into it. She was sure that she could never repay you and Steve for all the things you’ve done for her, but if she could hug you both every day and make you feel it, then she would be doing it forever.

“I’m so glad you love it.” You hummed, laughing through it as she hugged you tighter for just a split second more.

“Well, thank you guys again… for going out of your way for me and giving me a place to stay.” She said kindly, patting the tops of your heads before your dog had jumped up, wanting to be included,

“And thank you, Ollie, for letting me crash at your parents’ place.” She cooed with a giggle, placing the dog on her chest where he settled snugly.

“You’re always welcomed here, you know that.” Steve ruffled at her hair, sitting up on his elbow to watching how comfortably Ollie was already liking the new room as much as Max—you were both certain, he would be crashing there every night instead of the living room or at the end of you and Steve’s bed.

After a few minutes of Max taking in her new room and getting spoiled with cuddles from Ollie, she began unpacking all her belongings, starting off with the clothes since it was the easiest to get sorted. You helped her with folding and organizing them in the drawers, while Steve placed all her heavier jackets and coats on hangers to store in the closet.

Once that was done, you all decided to take a break to snack on food, since neither of you had yet to have a proper lunch. But after a full day of being on your feet and having little to know food in your system, you were pretty much out after finishing half a bag of Doritos and a can of Coke.

Your fatigued body sprawled out on the couch where you had settled, claiming your back needed the extra cushion that the kitchen chairs didn’t have. Max and Steve decided to give you a break, doing their best to not wake you as they cleaned up and headed back to the room to finish unpacking and decorating.

It was a bit of a challenge for them to get the plastic wrapping off the mattress without your help, but they managed to find a way—Steve lifting one corner at a time as Max carefully ran the box cutter over the tarp and tugged it away section by section. The fitted bedsheet also gave them a bit of trouble but after 10 whole minutes of fighting the stupid elastic and getting confused on the right corner, it was done and her bed was properly made with the pale quilted bedsheets.

While Steve went to search for screws and the drill, Max occupied herself by filling the bookshelf bedside table with her collection of comic books and magazines. The ceramic jewelry dish she found at the thrift sat on the countertop, filled with friendship bracelets El made for her and some spare hair ties. On the bottom shelf, she shoved her Walkman and headphones into a wickered basket she also picked up at the thrift that surprisingly matched the rattan bedframe.

Some of the posters she managed to pull off the trailer walls without ripping but were bit crumpled and creased from her rushed packing, found their new homes on the walls in a collage like arrangement.

She was sure Steve would laugh and tease her when he saw the Karate Kid, Ralph Macchio, hanging right beside her dresser, but she also knew he would eventually pick her up tape and suggest it for movie night in a few days. She continued on, taping the rest of the posters up before she heard Steve’s footsteps coming back in.

He did, in fact, chuckle a little teasing her a bit at the way he knew she and El had a crush on the actor due to the fact that they screech every time he came on screen and the sole reason that had gone to see the movie in theatres three times in the same day.

Finally, they worked together to put up the hanging shelf that you had found for a deal, but without any instructions. Steve was totally going to lecture you about how no matter how good the deal was he wasn’t an instruction booklet that just knew how to put things together on the spot. But thankfully, this one didn’t give him too much trouble, at least in the beginning.

“How about now?” Steve gently lowered his hands, backing up from the wall with a single step.

With no level in sight, Steve had to continue readjusting the shelf’s position to make sure it was sitting perfectly flush and leveled against the wall. Neither he nor Max was sure how you slept through the shrill of the drill gun going through the drywall, but they were successful—in not waking you up and finally getting on the shelf right after three attempts.

Max tilted her head from where she sat on the floor. “Yeah…yeah, that looks about straight.” She shrugged not seeing it tilt to one side more than the other.

“You sure? I don’t want your tapes to fall and crack.” Steve frowned, stepping back up more to it to see if it was leveled correctly.

“They’ll survive, Steve.” She snickered at his concern, going to grab the small shoe box which contained all her adored belongings.

Her beloved, always on repeat, Kate Bush tapes found their place in a short stack, not too high in case they accidentally fell and the plastic casing cracked. A few drawings Will had sketched up for her, clipped together and stored in a folder for safekeeping. A few of Billy’s items that she kept like the ashtray that was now used to hold her spare change. And, of course, the koala plush that Steve had won for her at the arcade.

But there was one more thing at the bottom of the shoe box—a framed photo of her and her mom, from way back when she was a little girl in California. Her father took the photo, the two of them standing with wide smiles right in front of the Ferris wheel on Santa Monica’s pier.

Trips were always rare since they were on a tight budget, but her dad always claimed it was the perfect excuse to be stuck in traffic together and then get to stretch their limbs by riding all the rides.

The photograph sat at the bottom of her drawer back at the trailer, and she hadn’t even realized she packed it in the haste until now. Steve who had been sweeping up the dust that fell on the floor from the drilling, noticed her unmoving figure staring into the pit of the shoebox.

He set the broom aside, peering in to see as his lips curled up curiously, “What is it?”

Her lips pursed together into a fine line, picking up the frame and handing it over for him to see. Young Max, no older than six, smiling cheekily beside her mother with an ice cream cone in hand. Her front teeth were missing, but she still sported her signature plaits and freckled cheeks—a lot had changed, but still she was the same spunky girl who just got taller and got all her adult teeth in.

Steve looked up, glancing over at her. “Santa Monica, right?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, wondering how he could’ve known without seeing any specific signs in the photo.

“Do you miss California?” He wondered aloud.

Max shrugged her shoulders not really knowing how to go about it.

“Sometimes. I used to miss it more back when we first moved here, but after a while I kinda stopped because I had made friends and it wasn’t as bad as I thought.”

Steve chuckled, jabbing his elbow gently into her side. “Until you found about the alternate dimension?” He half joked to which she snorted with a roll of her eyes.

“Obviously…but even then, at least I wasn’t alone.” She said, nudging him back at the memory where he was the one who saved her and her friends during her first run in with those demodogs.

She twisted her fingers through each other, shoulders lifting curiously, “I—I do miss my dad sometimes, though. I always wonder what he’s up to, if he ever misses me or my mom.”

“You don’t really talk about him.” Steve said, tapping his foot on the ground suddenly aware of his limited knowledge on her dad’s side.

She nodded understandingly, knowing she didn’t share a lot about him with other people in the first place. Even El didn’t really know too much about him.

“Part of me wishes I could’ve stayed back with him, but I guess he just didn’t want to bear the full responsibility of a kid all by himself.”

“Did you ever try calling him?” Steve wondered, looking at her watching as she nodded with a small smile, recalling those moments for him to hear for the first time.

“We used to talk all the time when we first moved. He would call super early in the afternoon because of the time difference, and he didn’t want to miss me before I went to bed. He used to ask about my day at school and tell me that he was saving up to come visit…” Her smile faded, eyes darting down sadly.

“But he never did.”

“I’m sorry, bug.” He apologized quickly, hating how he had to ask such questions when she was already going through a lot. He didn’t mean to trigger anything, it was just pure interest to learn more.

“No, it’s fine,” she assured him, shaking her head when she finally looked back up at him.

“I know it probably wasn’t easy for him to see his only daughter get up and leave to live with her mom and her new husband who was practically replacing him. I just didn’t think it would mean he’d stop being my dad you know?”

Max knew Steve didn’t have much of a father's presence in his life either, let alone parents at all. It was one of the many things they had in common, something they were both painfully self-aware of.

Their parents were so far away, literally and figuratively. Steve didn’t even know when was the last time he saw his parents’ faces in person, while Max didn’t know when was the last time she had a proper conversation with either her mom or dad.

At some point in time, they became even more self aware that they had to look out for themselves—Steve obviously realizing this first. He hated to know that Max was essentially going through the same thing he did, and it was as if the cycle was repeating, but in other ways the curse was also breaking.

Steve placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing tenderly.

“Sometimes the people we love stop trying and no matter hard we want them to care, it’s not up to us to make them.” He said delicately, hoping his words would travel deep within and stick with her.

He wasn’t always the best with words and by a long shot he felt like most times he never made the most sense, everything getting misinterpreted or coming across the wrong way. And while Max never liked the idea of unsolicited advice, she really appreciated Steve’s knowing he gave some of the best and most straightforward ones of them all.

“Do you think the same thing is gonna happen to my mom?” She wondered, hoping he would have an answer for her, but Steve didn’t want to compare his parents to hers.

Steve shrugged his shoulders unknowingly, not wanting to give her a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ when he could never truly know for sure. “I think one day she’s gonna come around and she’ll make up for not trying as hard as she should have.”

She took a deep breath, thankful for the careful words, before feeling another squeeze upon her shoulder as Steve spoke again, “But for now, we’re here and we’re not gonna stop trying and we’ll never not care for you.”

That was all that she needed to hear for the waterworks to begin. A trail of happy tears pooling withing her eyes as she sunk into him, letting him bear her weight as he hugged her tightly. It was the kind of hug that replaced the words “thank you,” and “I love you,” because the action alone spoke volumes—in fact it screamed it out loud without even uttering a peep.

Steve Harrington and Max Mayfield surely did not share a drop of blood, but what they did was know that they had each other to lean on. He was always going to be that protective older brother who hated to see her grow up so quickly, and she was always going to be that little sister trying to give him the childhood he never fully got to experience himself.

You didn’t let yourself be seen or heard, back pressed against the hallway wall, biting down on your lip to keep you from letting out a weak cry. You had awoken minutes ago, about to wander into her room to check their progress, but hearing their little heart to heart on your way there made you stop in your tracks and listen.

They needed that moment more than you did, and you’d be damned if you cut it short. As they pulled away, you took a quiet deep breath, swiping your eyes gently to clean the teary look before you knocked softly on the door, letting them know you were there as you walked through, letting out a short gasp.

“I fell asleep for an hour and this place is already looking complete!” You said, looking around in amazement.

Max chuckled, gesturing to the walls, “Don’t you like my Ralph Macchio poster?” She wiggled her brows while Steve muttered an “oh god,” under his breath.

You pointed at her with a nod before winking, “Get one of Matthew Broderick and that’ll complete the whole thing.”

Steve pretended to gag as if he wasn’t once a teenager with all the hot bombshells up on his wall. “What do you guys want a shrine of all the heartthrobs or something?” He accused, peering at you both with a comical look.

You pouted, going towards him to ruffle his hair. “If it makes you feel better, I think you actually resemble a little of Matthew Broderick just with better locks.”

“You think,” Steve blinked self indulgently, looking down at himself while you and Max repressed your laughter, shaking your heads at each other.

“Okay seriously though, I need some real food.” You stated, patting your stomach as they hummed in agreement.

Steve checked his watch, realizing how much time had passed and the sun that was setting sooner than anticipated.

“Too lazy to cook.” He groaned not wanting to do more work.

“But too lazy to go out.” Max added, plopping down on her bed.

You grinned, clapping your hands, “Why don’t we order some pizza? I got that coupon in the mail for an extra topping for free.”

“Pineapple!” they declared in unison without skipping a beat.

You laughed, shaking your head at how much they were truly long lost siblings in this lifetime and probably all the other ones out there.

“I’ll go call it in.” You sing-songed, spinning on your heel about to walk out towards the living room as Steve followed behind you.

“Oh!” Max sat up, looking at you both with a hopeful smile. “Can we at the table and use fancy plates and drink Coke out of the nice glasses?”

You and Steve smiled, nodding your heads at the simple request that seemed like such a big deal for her. Whatever it was that she wanted you and Steve would do the best to give to her.

In this lifetime and on this day, it was a neon kitchen filled with the laughter and smiles as you three ate dinner like royalty and the bright sky faded to night before it’d greet her again in the morning.

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Slipping through my fingers all the time (3194 words) by Willfreakbyers Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Bylers kid, Janey maldonado, Oliver Maldonado Additional Tags: byler, mike wheeler - Freeform, will byers - Freeform, Domestic, Domestic Byler, Domestic Fluff, Established Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Domestic Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Parent byler, Dad byler, Dad will byers, Dad mike wheeler, Mike and wills kids, Mike Wheeler Loves Will Byers, Gay Will Byers, Mike wheeler and will Byers are married, Even though its the 90s, OC Kids - Freeform, Kind Of, Gay Mike Wheeler, Domestic Family, byler fluff, Byler dad fluff, Byler family fluff, byler fic, Will Byers is a great boy dad, Mike wheeler is a great girl dad, Two Dads, Gay, mlm, Mlm dads, Song: Slipping Through My Fingers (ABBA), Family Fluff, No mpreg

Summary:

After the aftermath of the Upside Down, Will and Mike went to college, got married and took the last name Maldonado. Not to soon, they started to grow a small family of their own together in Massachusetts in the late nineties to and forward. Or domestic byler fic where Will and Mike adopt two kids and live their best lives after all of the shit that happened to them.

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Below the Skin (2046 words) by Nyxthyra Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers/Bob Newby, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Suzie Bingham/Dustin Henderson, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Henry Creel | One | Vecna & Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers & Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers & Eleven | Jane & Dustin Henderson & Max Mayfield & Lucas Sinclair & Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper & Maxine "Max" Mayfield Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Joyce Byers, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Lonnie Byers, Karen Wheeler, Ted Wheeler (Stranger Things), Billy Hargrove, Henry Creel | One | Vecna, Vecna (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Heavy Angst, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Stranger Things 3, Repressed Memories, Gay Will Byers, Siblings Will Byers & Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers-centric, Will Byers Has Powers, Mike Wheeler is a Mess, Mike Wheeler is Bad at Feelings, Good Friend Dustin Henderson, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Protective Jonathan Byers, Supportive Joyce Byers, Eating Disorders, cosmic horror, Body Dysphoria, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Romance, Possession, Canon Queer Character, LGB

Summary:

Will Byers just wanted his best friend back. But as Mike gets lost in promises and laughter with others, Will feels the summer slipping through his fingers — too hot, too bright, as if the world has moved on without him. He tries to pretend he’s still just a kid, still in control. But something is stirring under his skin, whispering in the corners of his mind.

The monster is coming back. And Will starts to wonder if the Upside Down ever truly let him go. And if he really wants it to.

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Love Mike (1355 words) by Emrys0_0 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler Additional Tags: Mike Wheeler Loves Will Byers, Will Byers Loves Mike Wheeler, Will Byers Needs a Hug, Mike Wheeler Needs a Hug, Gay Mike Wheeler, Sad Will Byers, Mike Wheeler is a Mess, Mike Wheeler Being an Idiot, Mike Wheeler is Bad at Feelings, Internalized Homophobia, Internal Conflict, Gay Panic, Sad gays, Angst with a Happy Ending, sad gay teenagers, i love these gays, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Slurs

Summary:

Will goes to confront Mike about missing his birthday… but did he really miss it?

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And He Finally Said It… (493 words) by Iloverobinbyckley Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Robin Buckley/Vickie Characters: Robin Buckley, Will Byers, Vickie (Stranger Things), Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler Additional Tags: Homophobic Language, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Homophobia

Summary:

While at the radio station, Robin and Vickie get caught mid kiss. Will see this and remembers what Robin told him months prior, and tells mike what hes really thinking.

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I Love You, Will, I Promise. (1052 words) by roryisnotcool Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler Additional Tags: Angst, Heavy Angst, Suicide, Internalized Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Men Crying, Doomed Relationship, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Character Death, Mike Wheeler Loves Will Byers, Gay Mike Wheeler, One Shot, Will Byers Loves Mike Wheeler

Summary:

Mike's farewell to his life, a farewell after finding out he likes boys, and is deeply in love with Will.

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Hungry Eyes Masterlist

Steve Harrington x OC (Kim Mayfield)

CW: None, will update for every chapter but the master list has the overall warnings <3

Kim remains flustered around Steve, who is still obvious towards her little crush.

The good thing about having to work later in the afternoon was that she didn’t have to see Neil, nor did she have to worry about her mother’s pestering. Susan was a great mom, fantastic even, but she could be very overbearing at times. All the time.

“Your costume is awful.” Max commented as she joined Kim at the table, pouring her own bowl of cereal. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, her shoulders slightly red like she had been out in the sun for too long. 

“It’s not a costume,” Kim huffed, shaking her head, “it’s a uniform.” She corrected her, as if it made it any better. She still felt nervous, her stomach twisting into knots as she thought about going into work today. She was worried that it would be completely different from yesterday, that Steve and Robin had somehow decided that they actually did not like her. 

“It’s ugly.” She commented, blue eyes scanning over her in mischief. Kim sighed deeply as her arms fell stiffly to her sides, her features contorting into a pout. That’s not what she wanted to hear when she was about to be forced next to her crush for the next six hours. 

“I can’t help that.” She whined as she looked down at her outfit, still wishing that it was a little longer. She had decided that she would need to ask Pat for the next size up, but she wasn’t too keen on bothering him either. Maybe Robin knew where the extra uniforms were. 

“I thought you didn’t have to go in until later?” Max asked curiously as she tilted her head, watching as Kim began to work on braiding her own hair back. She had gotten fairly good at it over the years. 

“I have to bike there,” she moaned as she thought about how hot it was outside, “so it’ll give me some time to cool down. And maybe not stink.” She mumbled as she glanced at her bag, continuing to braid down her back as she reminded herself to triple check that she had put deodorant and perfume in there. 

“Billy can’t take you?” She asked as she stood up, walking towards the kitchen and pulling out the sack lunch that she had packed today. Kim muttered a thanks as she tied the scrunchie around the bottom of her hair, securing it tightly before she shoved the paper bag into her purse.

“He worked earlier today,” she reminded her gently, refusing to bring up how he had forgotten about her last night. She hadn’t even brought it up to him, not like she had seen him anyway, “maybe I can save up for a car.” She added enthusiastically, watching the way Max scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“You should learn how to drive one first.” She added, making Kim grin as she tossed the purse over her shoulder. She grabbed the cup of water she had set up earlier, sure that she would need to chug it as soon as she arrived at the mall. But she would survive. 

The Bananarama’s drifted through her ears as she pedaled towards the mall, trying not to focus on how badly her feet would hurt today. She was correct in the sun being hot, but not unbearable just yet. She had heard that it got worst in late June, but maybe she’d have a way to actually get to work by then. 

Sweat had formed on the back of her neck by the time she arrived, her throat dry as she quickly opened the lid to her cup and downed the water within it. Her shoulder was aching too, not used to how heavy her purse was. It was like being back in school all over again. 

The quiet table in the corner of the mall called to her after she purchased a Coke, using the last of her quarters as she set her area up. She knew she had overpacked, but she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to do while she waited. So she brought a little bit of everything; her sketchbook, her diary and the current book she was currently reading. She quickly placed her Walkman and headphones away, deciding that she’d try and get through her book instead. 

The problem was that her mind kept wandering right back to Steve, right back to her stupid crush on him. She had accepted that she would never see him again after graduation a few weeks ago, that she would have to move on and daydream about someone else. She had never expected to get to work with him, to have the chance to spend every day with him. 

And now she felt like all of her feelings had just rushed back to her, crushing her so extremely that she didn’t know how to explain it. She just hoped that she didn’t do anything to embarrass herself. Again. 

“What are you doing?” She startled at the sound of her voice, wincing as she jumped and her knees smacked against the table. Steve was staring down at her with a curious look in his eyes, his lips pressed together as he rested a hand on his hip. He was already dressed in his uniform, showing off his long legs as she noticed a bit of chest hair poking out from the top of his shirt. Just enough to make her swoon. 

“Steve!” She exclaimed nervously, blinking rapidly as she tried to think of something else to say. Her tongue had twisted into knots, however, unable to answer his question as a flush spread over her face. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as a smile formed on his lips, “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized, looking sincere as his gaze latched onto her. She suddenly couldn’t breathe, too overwhelmed with the thought of him looking at her. 

“You’re fine,” she squeaked out as she played with her strands of hair that had fallen from her braid, “I was just waiting. I got here a little early.” She gestured towards the store with her hand, feeling a little awkward now. It was probably odd that she had gotten here so soon. 

“You didn’t call.” His tone sounded confused, like he genuinely didn’t understand why she wouldn’t trouble him. She chewed on her bottom, suddenly worried that she had hurt his feelings. She didn’t want that at all. 

“I didn’t want to bother you,” she told him honestly, smiling sheepishly, “you can sit if you want.” She sat up a little bit, gesturing to the chair across from her. The thought of him sitting near her left her excited, made the butterflies inside of her swoon with joy. 

“Thanks,” He nodded as he pulled a chair forward, straddling it instead of sitting on it regularly. She gulped hard, trying not to stare at the way his shorts rose over his hairy thighs, “what are you reading?” He pressed his tongue against his cheek, sticking it out softly as he examined the words on the cover. 

“Ride Out the Storm,” she placed it down quickly, not wanting him to look over at the words on the page, “it’s a romance.” She explained quickly, as if he couldn’t tell from the cover. He glanced down at it again, amusement trickling onto his expression this time. 

“Cute,” he smiled as he tapped the corner of the book, making her heart race, “are you a romantic?” He asked her, making her heart swell several sizes like a balloon. She couldn’t tell if he was teasing her or not, but she felt like she was at a loss. Was she a romantic? She wasn’t sure. She’d never been with anyone like that to really know. 

“Something like that.” She answered shyly instead, not really wanting him to know how much of a loser she was. It was embarrassing, mortifying. Her high school experience had been nothing like how she’d wanted. Then again, she wasn’t sure if she had the ability to be popular. She was awful at sports, could barely talk to others, and was always terrified of being in trouble. The only thing she was really good at was school, which wasn’t cool at all. 

“Me too,” he grinned as he rested his hand against his cheek, “well, I thought I was.” He mumbled softly, looking slightly irritated. She observed him for a moment, unsure if he was speaking about Nancy or the customers that constantly rejected him. 

“I’m sure you are.” She whispered underneath her breath, trying to pretend like she wasn’t staring at him in fascination. She still didn’t understand why anyone would reject, or leave him for someone else. 

She let her eyes drift up to his, memorizing how unique she thought they were. They were slightly downturned, his eyelashes hidden away until the sunlight hit them. His eyes had a warm glow to them, mostly brown but with just a bit of green in them. In this light, they looked more green. Very pretty. 

“You ready to head in?” He asked suddenly, making her blink roughly as she quickly put her book back into her bag. She picked her Coke up, deciding that she would keep the cup as she stood up. 

“I guess so,” she nodded her head, looking towards the door, “I think that’s Robin.” She stated as the other girl rushed through a crowd of people. Her hair messy from the helmet she had been wearing. 

“She looks happy.” He snorted as he moved around her, his hand brushing against her side and making her whole body ignite in flames. She forced her knees to stay steady, to not buckle as she took a step forward. 

“Very excited.” She giggled as she followed behind him, a little flattered at how he rushed forward to open the door for them. She waved towards Robin, wondering if she’d get lucky enough to make a friend this time around. 

“Morning,” Robin straightened up as she looked at them, pulling a smile on her lips, “good to see you.” She added as she bounced forward, heading in before Kim. 

“Good to see you too.” Steve said as he gave her a little salute, making her snort in response. Kim followed in behind, trying to ignore the whiff of cologne that she got from his as she passed by. 

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Robin added as she crossed her arms over her chest, a fake irritated look spreading over her expression. She quickly gave Kim another wave, her smile more relaxed as she looked at her. 

“Please, I’m the best part of your day.” A playful smirk spread over Steve’s lips, his palm resting over his chest like he was being heartfelt. It was enough to make Kim giggle, playing with her hair as a proud look spread over his expression. 

“You’re so full of it.” Robin snorted as she made her way behind the counter. Kim glanced briefly at the slightly older pair that was waiting there, looking like they were more than ready to go. She didn’t blame them. It appeared to be busier in the mornings. 

Their banter was refreshing and continued throughout the beginning of the shift as she continued to follow Steve around. He let her do more things this time, not that any of it was necessarily hard. The most difficult part so far was memorizing the different prices on the menu. 

“Do you know what classes you’re taking next year?” Robin brought up once they finished with their last batch of customers, making Kim think for a moment. The options at Hawkins were limited, far smaller than it had been in San Diego.

“Not yet,” she admitted, crossing her arms as she thought about it, “I’m excited though. It’ll be nice to finish.” She thought about it quite a bit, mostly over how she could move out afterwords. But then she worried about Max. It just seemed to never stop. 

“Are you going to college?” Robin continued on, wiping down the ice cream case with a rag as she glanced towards her again. Her blue eyes were filled with curiosity and something else that Kim couldn’t put her finger on. 

“I hope so.” She added softly, not mentioning how badly she wanted to continue on with school. She had plans of being a teacher, just like her dad had been. She wanted to make other kids love school just as much as she did, all thanks to him.

“Best of luck.” Steve mumbled as he tapped his fingers against the cash register, making her wish she could bury herself into a hole. He turned away like he wasn’t bothered, but she had a feeling he was. And that wasn’t her intention at all. 

“But working before you go to school is great too,” she said quickly, eyes widening, “it gives you time to save money and get real experience.” She nodded her head, feeling like she could add a lot more to that. She nearly referenced Billy for a moment before she stopped herself, feeling like he wouldn’t care about what he was doing with his life. 

“Yeah,” he nodded his head slowly, features relaxing, “I think so too.” His smile was sweet, his lips pink. She tried not to stare for too long, but she was in awe of how they were shaped. 

“College is expensive,” Robin spoke up a moment later, making their eye contact break, “are you going to stay in the area?” She brought up again, casually as she continued to scrub at the same part on the glass. 

“I don’t know,” Kim thought about it for a moment, thinking about how nice it would be to go back home, “sometimes I think it would be better to-,” she began, only to be cut off by the couple that came prancing in through the glass doors. 

“Kimberly!” Susan shouted loudly, holding her arms out as she rushed forward. Her red hair was still neatly in place, her outfit prim and in order. Like she wasn’t bothered by the heat at all. It was different from when Kim was younger. 

“Mom,” she squeaked out in embarrassment, cheeks burning, “what are you doing here?” She asked in horror, not expecting her to come by at all. But especially with Neil. He stood a few feet back, hands stuffed into his pockets as his lips just barely curled up. She supposed it was his best attempt at a smile. 

“We came to see you of course,” she said as she beamed brightly, “do you have time for a picture?” She glanced around as to confirm that no one else was around, but that didn’t matter to Kim. She didn’t want to stop for a picture with her mom in front of Steve and Robin. It was awkward. 

“I-,”

“Sure she does,” Steve said with a bright smile, “I can take it if you want.” He suggested as he stepped forward, holding his hand out as she felt her cheeks burning even hotter. She suddenly feared that she’d melt the ice cream with how warm her body had grown. 

“That’s not-,” she tried to protest, an awkward laugh bubbling up through her stomach as she tried to get them to leave. She was sure they didn’t show up at the pool to take pictures with Billy on his first day. 

“Thank you,” Susan cut her off once again, grinning excitedly as she pulled Kim towards her, “it’ll be real quick.” She promised as she squeezed her hand, giving her no time to pull herself away. She trudged along with her, suddenly wishing that she had refused to get a job. 

“This is so embarrassing.” She whispered underneath her breath, resisting the urge to hide herself in Susan’s shoulder. She only scoffed, shaking her head as she mumbled about how Kim would one day regret not doing more with her. 

“Oh come on,” Neil spoke up from behind her, making her jolt in surprise, “it’s not that bad.” She was assuming he was trying to be playful, but it was hard to tell when he always sounded so stern. She shrank closer to her mother, suddenly wishing she had come on her own. 

“Uh,” Steve paused as he held the camera in his hands, glancing at them for a moment before he pulled it up to his eye, “Say cheese.” He suggested as he held the camera up, squinting one of his eyes as he focused it on them. 

“Cheese!” Susan shouted louder than the rest of them, gripping a hold of Kim tightly as the flash went off. She quickly blinked, resisting the urge to rub at her eyes so she didn’t smear her makeup. 

“Is that all?” She asked as she furrowed her eyebrows together, feeling like her mom was getting quite the kick out of this. 

“We want ice cream,” Susan proclaimed, pinching her cheek like she was silly, “how do you like it?” She asked seriously as Neil began to dig in his wallet, freeing up some of his cash. 

“It’s great, really fun,” She mumbled as she glanced over her shoulder again, “what kind of ice cream do you want?” She asked as she played with her fingers, growing uncomfortable with the harsh look that Neil sent her. She breathed in deeply as she relaxed her shoulders, trying to remind herself that this wasn’t a big deal. That’s all she needed was for him to think she was being rude. 

“Uh,” She paused as she looked back at Neil, thinking for a moment, “we’ll just share a sundae. How about that?” She suggested, waiting until he gave his nod of approval. Kim began to think of something to say, but nothing came to mind. She’d just have to listen to his lecture later.

“I can get started on it.” Steve offered as he passed the camera back to Neil, his smile falling a little bit at the stiff nod he got in response. Susan was quick to thank him, however, stopping only to kiss both of Kim’s round cheeks. Yeah, she was sure she was doing this on purpose. 

“Thank you.” She mumbled once she returned, cheeks still stained from where Susan had kissed her face. Steve glanced at her for a second, eyes twinkling in amusement as he finished setting up the sundae. 

“That was cute.” He told her as he looked back down to place the cherries on top, balancing them evenly before throwing some sprinkles over it. But none of that really mattered to her. 

Cute.

“It was embarrassing.” She squeaked out, sure that her face was even redder. He wasn’t even calling her cute, just that the situation was. Yet she still felt weak, faint. She wondered if he was doing it on purpose too.

She didn’t wait for his response as she quickly carried the sundae over towards Susan, earning a soft thanks and another kiss before they left. She breathed in deeply once they were gone, relieved that they hadn’t stayed. Then again, she was surprised that Neil was willing to step inside the store at all. 

“Is that your stepdad?” Steve was leaning against the counter once she turned back around, his hat falling further down the back of his head as he cocked his eyebrows at her. She glanced over her shoulder, confirming that neither of them were in hearing range. 

“Yeah,” she mumbled as she tucked her hair behind her ear, “Neil. That’s Billy’s dad.” She explained, feeling like not much else needed to be said. But at the end of the day he wasn’t her dad, and it wasn’t her business. At least that’s what she had been told. 

“He’s scary looking.” Robin added, making Kim sink further into silence. She couldn’t defend him, even though she was sure that’s what they were wanted. She tugged a nervous smile onto her lips instead, hoping that they wouldn’t press too harshly. 

“I’ve got the next customers.” He was quick to stand up this time, tugging his hat back up onto his head as he wiggled his shoulders around. She glanced over her shoulder, feeling a little bitter at the three girls that entered behind her. They seemed to be the same age as her, though she hadn’t seen them in school before. 

“Men.” Robin mumbled as she pulled Kim aside, shaking her head dramatically as she rested her palm against her arm. She kept her in place, almost like she wanted to watch Kim drown in jealousy. Maybe she had hidden her crush a little too well. 

“Ahoy, ladies!” Steve shouted a little too loudly, making even her jump in surprise. Still, she couldn’t help but smile as a cheery smile spread over his lips, “Ahoy, ladies! Didn't see you there. Would you guys like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I'll be your captain. I'm Steve Harrington.” He introduced himself as two girls stepped forward, making a rush of envy fill Kim.

“He thinks he’s so slick,” Robin whispered underneath her breath, nudging her softly to gain her attention, “like, who would that work on? He’s trying too hard.” She wrinkled her nose up, looking disgusted as she watched him again. Kim paused, sure that it wasn’t that bad. 

“Yeah,” she furrowed her eyebrows together, pretending like his words weren’t making her swoon, “you’re so right.” She replied instead, turning her face away so she couldn’t read the lie on her face. 

“Can one of you start on the strawberry shake?” He interjected a second later, interrupting their conversation. Robin snorted, resting her hands on her hips. 

“I thought you had this?” She asked in a matter of fact way, so sternly that for a moment Kim wondered if she had a crush on Steve too. Maybe she was also jealous. She supposed it made sense, but she didn’t like that idea either. 

“I can do it,” Kim spoke up quickly, hoping to gain some sort of points from him. He gave her a quick smile, holding a thumb up before he worked on scooping up the other ice cream cones.

She breathed in deeply, ignoring the way he was continually trying to flirt with them as she messed with the blender. She hadn’t used it yet, but she had seen Steve use it once. It didn’t seem that bad or scary, at least she hoped it wasn’t. Her hands were just shaking and that seemed to be the biggest issue.

She carefully topped the milkshake with whip cream and a cherry before she turned, not at all paying attention to how close Steve was to her. The ice cream went flying, landing directly over his chest and on her palms. The girls behind the counter gaped as a yelp left his lips, probably from how cold it was. 

“Oh my God,” she wheezed, eyes widening as the milkshake drizzled down her fingertips, “I’m so sorry.” She told him quickly, moving her hands to his chest to scoop as much of the ice cream away as possible.

“It’s alright,” he said quickly, gasping as she only managed to smear ice cream onto his skin. She winced, unsure of what to do as he tugged his shirt off of his skin, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“I’ll get that shake remade.” Robin said quickly, shaking her head as she looked at the two of them in such a way that she wondered if she’d end up on her little data board next. 

“I’m so sorry,” she repeated, unsure of what she should say, “that was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention. How can I help you?” She asked quickly, watching as he tried to keep the cold liquid off of his skin. He winced, making her wish she hadn’t been so dumb. 

“Just pick the ice cream off of the floor,” he said a second later, eyebrows furrowed together, “I’m gonna look in the back for a clean shirt.” He added as a stiff smile formed on his lips, making her sure that he hated her. He had to. 

She sighed, resisting the urge to drop her head in defeat as she quickly scrubbed her hands clean before she scrubbed away the mess on the floor. Then she washed her hands again, drying them softly before she got a few wash rags damp with warm water. She was sure he didn’t want anymore of her help, but she felt too guilty to do nothing. 

Her feet stalled as she walked into the back, her jaw dropping as she took in the image in front of her. He had already stripped out of his shirt, the blue top wadded up into a thick ball on the table as he pressed a hand against his chest.

She had seen a handful of shirtless guys before, but that didn’t stop her body from burning and turning her skin into the color of a tomato. His chest was hairy, traveling down the length of his torso and into his pants. Her mouth felt dry as she inspected the moles across his skin, sure that he had to be covered in them. They were everywhere. 

“I uh,” she blinked slowly, doing her best to keep from staring as she held out the wash rags towards him, “I found these. In case you needed it for your chest. You know, like if it got sticky. It doesn’t look sticky though, I mean it doesn’t look like anything.”

“Thanks.” He added as he took the wash rags gently, his fingertips brushing against her skin in the process. Her entire arm burned after, like she had just been electrocuted. He wrinkled his nose as he began to dab at his chest hair, looking like he was seconds away from grumbling. 

“It’s my bad anyway, you don’t have to thank me,” she rambled on, twisting her hair around her fingers as her nerves twisted inside of her stomach, “are you okay? I mean it’s ice cream so I don’t think it hurt you but-,” 

“I’m fine,” he answered a second later, holding onto the rag as a little laugh left his lips, “are you nervous?” He asked her this time, making her shake her head before the nervous bubbles grew inside of her chest. She giggled awkwardly then, her lips curling into a stiff smile. 

“I’m not very good at talking to people.” She said honestly, deciding that was truthful enough. And it was an answer. Maybe not exactly what he was asking, but she was not going to admit that he made her nervous. 

“You’re doing fine,” he laughed as he cleaned his chest off, “thank you for this and for saving me with the ice cream.” He continued to clean his chest off, small droplets of water trickling down his skin in the process. He was so handsome. 

“Saving you?” She finally asked, blinking roughly as she realized he was waiting for her to answer him. She touched the back of her neck, realizing that she had been caught staring. 

“I was saying some pretty dumb things out there,” he chuckled softly, “Robin couldn’t add that to her stupid board.” He continued to grin, like he was proud of his answer. It made her giggle though. She wondered if he knew how funny he was. 

“Oh,” she grinned, standing on her tippy-toes for a second before she settled back down, “well I’m happy to help. Just let me know when you want to be covered in ice cream again.” She added softly, enjoying how friendly he looked. Maybe she was just a bit dramatic, but she was glad that he didn’t hate her. 

“I will,” he replied as he stood up, making her heart hammer roughly inside of her chest, “we should get back out there.” He said as he bent over to grab another shirt, making her exhale harshly. She tried to bring herself to ask for another uniform but she couldn’t. Not when she was trying to examine how many moles were decorated across his back. 

“Right, we should.” she nodded as she clutched her fingers tightly together, waiting until he was ready. Her heart hammered roughly as she followed behind him, hoping that she wasn’t coming across as too desperate. 

[dame-zoom-a-lot]

art by @/waldos-art

ch1 ch2

Batteries Not Included Ch 3

I guess I'm posting on Wednesdays now.

Thanks as always to @fkinkindagauche for helping me with describing all the glitching and ghostly goodness. If you're in the mood for more spooky shit and erotic horror, their dead dove fic White and Rare and Full of All Kinds of Rage would probably hit the spot. Like just, look at the title!

Major chapter tags: Homorerotic ghostly attack care, El being a semi-feral guard dog, bad cooking, child abuse, child neglect

divider by @/firefly-graphics

Hargrove materializes as suddenly as he had disappeared.

Something else materializes along with him. It's a body of a little boy. The head is missing. The body convulses like it's having a seizure. Limbs glitch in and out into various positions. Steve pokes at it with a broom and the broom stick goes straight through.

…He'll deal with that later.

El whips the pillowcase off her face. Steve can still hear the faint drumbeats he'd enchanted into it. She said she needed drums and darkness. When she stayed in lotus position for what felt like forever with that stupid pillowcase over her head, he thought he'd messed up and lost both her and Hargrove.

But no. They're both back. In the flesh. El doesn't look too happy about it. She totters over to Steve. He pulls her into himself automatically. Hargrove shivers on the floor.

As much as he hates the guy, he should probably take some responsibility.

Steve sighs and gently pries El off himself, wipes away the blood trickling out of her nose.

"I need to warm him back up," Steve tells her, "could you run yourself a bath?"

El glares. Hargrove's shivers intensify.

"Please? I need to make sure he won't die on us."

"Mouthbreather," El says before she flounces off exactly the way Max does.

Steve sighs and makes his way to Hargrove. The other man latches onto him like his life depends on it when Steve offers an arm. It's a slow, heavy trip up the stairs to his en suite, but he doesn't have the heart to tell Hargrove to get a grip when the other boy's lips are literally blue. Steve gently arranges Hagrove in sitting position in the corner of the bathroom. He watches vacantly as Steve starts the hot water.

The Billy Hargrove he knew was always moving, tripping nerds in the hallways, slamming people to the ground during gym, lighting a cigarette right in front of teachers with a glint in his eyes. He should be relieved really, that Billy fucking Hargrove is finally sitting still. But he kind of wishes Hargrove would stand the fuck up and push him. Pretend everything's back to normal.

Hargrove still doesn't move when Steve indicates to the now-full tub. Shit.

"Dude, you gotta take a bath man," Steve mutters, raking his fingers through his hair in frustration. Hargrove tracks his hand, still wordless.

"You need some help?" Steve eventually asks with a deep sigh.

He nods so slightly Steve almost misses it.

"Alright, up and at em," Steve says, trying to cover up the awkwardness. Hargrove scoffs a bit, but doesn't move. At least he doesn't fight when Steve removes his sweat and blood-soaked shirt and pants. He hovers over the boxers, hesitating. He really doesn't want to, but the boxers are also disgusting and he's going to have to get them off anyway if he's going to give fucking Hargrove a new set of briefs. He does his best to look away as he pulls off the last of Hargrove's clothes. Hargrove latches onto Steve's arms as he's led into the tub. He shakes his head when Steve tries to pull away, to give him some privacy.

Well, ok then.

It's a struggle, trying to wash the other dude off with just one hand. And Hargrove's wide. There's a lot of surface to cover. But he's always had a weakness for large, pleading eyes. Hargrove has massive ones, framed with long dark lashes. Eventually, his eyes close, and he sinks a little deeper into the water. His breathing gets more regular, and his skin turns more skin-colored. The bath stops feeling like a chore. Neither does the clean up after. Not even the part when he has to drag the near dead-weight of Hargrove all the way to his bed.

Steve doesn't know why, but he strokes those soft curls as he arranges thick blankets around Billy Hargrove.

There's coarse hair on his cheeks, and a nipple right next to his lips.

Billy sighs and nuzzles. It's been a while since he got to cuddle a guy. He can't remember who this is. Not that it matters. They'll exchange an awkward good morning as he shoves his legs back in his pants. Then they'll avoid eye contact when they inevitably run into each other in this hick town.

Wait. No. He didn't hook up with anyone last night.

Memories of his limbs bending backwards, of getting eaten alive, of clutching at Steve Harrington like his life depended on it come flooding back. Billy yelps and scrambles off the sturdy chest he was using as a pillow. Harrington stirs from under him.

"Dude," he complains. "'S early."

"What the fuck?!" Billy sputters, patting around his own torso. He's not wearing a shirt either. And those boxers are way too tight to be his own. Shit. His face flames. He let Harrington wash him then tuck him in like a fussy toddler. Insisted on it actually.

Harrington is going to have to die.

Except he can't kill Harrington because that girl-shaped guard dog is going to re-break every bone in his body.

"Look," Harrington interrupts his spiral, "this is crazy I know. But you're stuck here for now. So this is what's going to happen. We're gonna go brush our teeth. Then you're gonna come down to the kitchen and have breakfast. Then we figure out what to do. Capiche?"

"What the fuck do you mean I'm stuck here?" Billy growls.

Harrington pinches the bridge of his nose and points at Billy's chest. He looks down. His chest is... gone.

"What the..." Billy tries not to lose it. He doesn't know how he's breathing without lungs. Just as he's about to keel over from shock, his chest comes back. But now his calves are fading away, layer by layer--first the skin, then the muscles, until only his bones are left. He blinks. His calves come back too. He sets his eyes on a point in the wall so he doesn't have to see other body parts playing hide-and-seek.

Harrington gestures at him wildly with an utterly punchable frown.

"What's happening to me?" Billy asks, trying to sound calm.

"I don't know. We'll figure it out with some coffee," Harrington says, "at least you're... here, you know? and not dead."

He seriously considers hiding in the bathroom forever. It's got water. The towels are nice and soft and fluffy. But his stupid stomach won't stop growling. Billy sighs and trudges downstairs. He can hear Harrington grovelling in the kitchen.

"C'mon El. Please. You can't only eat Eggos," he pleads. Billy leans against the kitchen entrance and enjoys the sight of Harrington begging the monster girl to take a bite of lumpy, soggy eggs.

"Mouthbreather," she mutters. She points at Billy. "Bad man."

"Ok. I'm a mouthbreather," Harrington says, running a long finger through his soft hair, "but you gotta eat if you want to make sure the bad man doesn't do anything right? Please. Just one bite."

"Mouthbreather," she huffs again, clamping her mouth shut even harder. Billy bursts out laughing. They both glare at him.

"That's what you've been feeding her Harrington? No wonder she's got anger issues," Billy scolds. Harrington looks at him, open-mouthed. Billy strides over to the fridge and pulls out some eggs to cook them properly. Nice and fluffy. Salted. Not the mush the former King was trying to feed this... thing. He pushes a plate each in front of them.

Harrington tries a bite and moans. Billy grins. The bone-crusher crosses her arms and glares at him. She huffs, but Billy can see her nostrils flare.

"Bad man," she says with less conviction.

Billy shrugs. "More for me then," he says as he reaches for her plate. This is definitely the stupidest thing he's ever done. There's nothing stopping this... girl... from bending his arms backwards again. But he needs to prove to himself that he is unbothered, unflappable, the new King of Hawkins. Fortunately, she yanks the plate towards herself and takes a giant bite instead of turning his insides into his outsides. Steve smiles all pretty and mouths a thank you.

Hargrove is weird. Steve was expecting that he'd keep to himself in his assigned guest room until they figured out what was going on with all the glitching. But he's just... sauntering all over Steve's place like he owns it. El narrows her eyes and scowls every time he gets within ten feet or so of Steve, but that's still giving Hargrove a lot of room to work with. Right now, he's crashing around the kitchen. The guy cannot stay still. Steve sighs and tries to focus on his probability homework. El sits next to him, happily working on her coloring books.

"Harrington!" he yells out. "Where's your condiments?"

"In the second cabinet!" Steve calls back.

"There's only salt and pepper in here!"

"What else would anyone need?" Steve grumbles.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I'm gonna blow your mind," Hargrove cackles, "I'm making you a list."

"Dude. Language!" Steve yells back.

"Fuck?" El asks with a smirk. She giggles when Steve groans and curls into his knees. She goes back to coloring, singing "fuck, fuck, fuck," to herself. He's pretty sure this is a ploy to get him to kick Hargrove out.

...It might work.

El doesn't react when Hargrove walks over. There's something nice bubbling away in the kitchen. He pulls out a chair and turns it around. He sits on the backwards chair, legs spread wide, tipping the chair forward and leaning into the back. He's weird. Steve rolls his eyes when Hargrove pushes a long list on top of his homework.

"Smells like you're cooking just fine without all this," Steve says, skimming over the list. Paprika? Saffron? Cumin? What the fuck are these?

"We don't have to settle for fine, not with the Harrington dough," Hargrove says, "where's your chef anyway?"

Steve scoffs to hide his embarrassment. "Oh sure. Let me just go and hire a personal chef with the money I get by being in high school."

Hargrove leans back a little. Frowns. Steve tries not to shrink. It's hard. People don't look at him that way, like he's something interesting to figure out.

"What. Your parents can afford this huge house but not a chef for their son?" Hargrove asks, frowning, "where are they anyway? They cool with this whole--daycare setup you've got going on?"

"They're in New York," Steve says, "this place is just a symbol to remind people dear old dad is just a nice midwestern boy at heart. So no, they're not coming back for at least a few more months." Steve leans into Hargrove's space and waggles his eyebrows. "Haven't you heard? King's place. Party central. Pool table. Pool. No parents," he finishes off the familiar script by leaning back for an unbothered stretch. He waits for Hargrove to say his part, say how jealous he is, how nice it must be.

"What the fuck?!" Hargrove says instead.

"Language?" Steve says out of habit.

"Fuck language!" Hargrove growls. "If she's going to snap someone's neck, she better not call them a fucking mouthbreather as she does it. That's just humiliating." He leans into Steve's space. Their faces are only inches apart. El watches intently. "What the fuck kind of assholes just leave?"

"Mine I guess," Steve says, leaning away, looking intently at the table. "What's it to you?"

"Knew there was something wrong with this hick fucking town," Hargrove mutters, "so you're here all alone and no one gives a shit?"

"Yeah well, you're the only one who broke in and tried to kill me so far," Steve snaps, "so maybe Hawkins is just safer than Cali. You ever thought about that?"

"I wasn't trying to kill you," Hargrove says, rolling his eyes, "don't be such a whiny bitch about it. I'll teach you to throw a proper punch if it bothers you so much."

"I should have let El finish you off," Steve says with a groan.

"As if you have the guts. And lucky you don't, really. I don't owe people. So I'm gonna feed you for as long as I'm stuck in this shithole. And if I'm going to feed you, I'm going to do it right. So. The list." Hargrove taps the long list of weird shit again.

Fuck. Steve reads over the list. He doesn't recognize most of these, but there's shit in there he knows he can't afford, like filet mignon. But he knows Hargrove will be a persistent asshole about it.

"El, can you let us talk?" El looks at him with frown.

"Please?"

El sighs deeply, exactly the way Mike does when Steve tells him to wipe his dirty feet before getting into the beemer. She collects her stuff and pads out to the living room, but she takes the time to look back at Hargrove and make a slashing motion across her throat.

"Round two?" Hargrove asks with a smirk once El is out of earshot.

"Fuck no," Steve sighs.

He could keep this game going. Keep denying Hargrove all the fancy ingredients he's insisting on. But Hargrove might be around for a while, and he doesn't want to make that any more unbearable than it needs to be. Besides...it's not like he could fall any harder from his throne, even if Hargrove blabs to everyone. That crown got vaporized the moment he let the kids drag him around town in full view of everyone.

"Look," Steve starts. There's an annoying sting in his eyes he has to blink out. "I don't get a regular allowance. All the cash I have is from life-guarding, holiday money, and shit I get when I pawn off the stupid clothes Mom keeps buying me. And I... I've had to spend more than usual recently..." Steve trails off.

Hargrove stares, his face neutral.

"So no, we're not buying fancy shit from the store unless you have some Hargrove dough." Steve finishes, his voice rising more than he intended.

Steve steels himself for the mocking. King Steve. Right. Nancy kept dragging him to her place for dinner when she found out, and now that's... gone. Hargrove is probably going to rake him over the coals. Make sure everyone knows. What the fuck was he thinking?

"That sucks," he finally says without a hint of sarcasm.

"That's it? You're not gonna..."

"Gonna what?"

"I don't know... call me a pathetic penniless loser, then slam me into the wall and tell me I need to plant my feet?" Steve stammers.

Billy frowns at him. "You're into some weird shit Steve," he says.

[sharpth1ng]

Do you think the next chapter will come out sometime next week?

I meant to have it out last week 😭

I both am having a really bad chronic pain flare up (like really bad lmao, ive already maxed out on meds for the month), and also realized that I needed to do some heavy edits on this chapter.

I haven't changed any plot points, I'm just rearranging some events and re-writing some of Billy's internal monologue. Really and truly his irrational ass has such convoluted motivation and I want to preserve that but I also want to make sure you can follow it. This is a pretty important chapter so I want to get it right.

So yes, the goal is to post this as soon as I'm happy with it, which will hopefully be sometime this week. I can't make any promises though, I really don't have many options for pain management and when it gets bad I can't really think well enough to read or write

[ladykailitha]

Murder in the Heartland Part 6

Boom, baby! We are back!! This is my new schedule for fics here! Be sure to check it out so you don't miss your favorites!

I would re-read part 5 here or start from the beginning here.

In this we have the resolution of the last chapter and Eddie digs a little deeper into the night Jason died.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Interviewer: So you weren’t expecting to be popular?

Steve shook his head: I only ever wanted to write for myself. It’s like that old writer’s adage of write as if you have the audience of one, yourself. So that’s all I’ve ever done. I don’t even give out interviews, honestly. I only agreed to this one because it’s the last book and you agreed to come to me.

Interviewer looked around at all the beautiful foliage around them, the ocean waves crashing nearby, and the comfortable house: it certainly is a lovely home, I wouldn’t want to leave it either.

Steve: Thank you. I love it here. It’s so far removed from the literal mansion I grew up in in Hawkins, Indiana, but it’s better I think.

~

“Holy shit!” Max said when Eddie handed her the letter from Billy. “You actually found him. Mom said I was wasting my money.”

“We don’t always win,” Eddie admitted with a half shrug. “But this one was a major check in the win column for sure.”

Max clutched her letter to her chest. “Is he okay? I mean I know he’s well enough to write, but is he happy?”

Eddie burst out laughing. “He’s fine, kiddo. He was just getting away from Neil like we thought. But he’s living the high life and has no plans on coming back.”

Max rolled her eyes, but smiled softly. “I’m just glad he wasn’t hurt by who ever killed Jason.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow for a moment. “You think Buckley’s savior would have hurt someone else? I always assumed it was a one off. Got pissed that Jason was about to kill someone and went berserk.”

“Like Jason started off just killing his girlfriend,” Max reasoned. “So it could have happened to our guy, too. Maybe he decided to go after assholes. I’m not stupid, I know who I would put on the top of that list after Jason Carver.”

“Billy fucking Hargrove,” Eddie said with a heavy sigh. “Yeah. I getcha. But nope! He was rescued by your pal, Harrington.”

“Steve?!” Max said brightly. “That’s awesome! I am so going to kick his ass the next time he calls. He knew I was worried about Billy and didn’t say anything! That little shit!”

Eddie burst out laughing. “I think it was more that he didn’t know what happened to Billy after they parted ways at the airport.”

Eh. It was mostly true. He had to know enough to send the Camero, but he’d let Steve or Billy tell her that one.

“Thanks, Eddie!” Max said, throwing her arms around his waist.

He hugged her tight. He was glad everything turned out all right in the end.

~

Eddie was happy Billy and Max had reunited and everything was hunky-dory between them, but all he felt in the moment was frustration.

Because there was video of Billy at a gas station, the night Jason died, buying cigarettes. Which meant that Billy couldn’t have killed Jason.

Not that Billy was particularly sad that Carver had bit the dust. He was the previous basketball captain and he had been very against Jason being the next captain. There was just something off about him.

Which apparently Billy had good instincts for, all things considered.

Eddie had ordered the camera footage before he left for Hawaii to see if they could get a timeline for when Billy left town and had only gotten it a couple days after he had found the guy in that bar.

It left Billy free and clear of the manslaughter of Jason Carver. Or whatever the hell it was the cops wanted to call it.

But that left Eddie back at the beginning. Who saved Robin Buckley’s life and thereby saved his own?

He had become good friends with Robin since their rescues by the unnamed assailant. She was hard to hate. And both being queers in a small town really helped.

“You only saw the arms, right?” Eddie asked. “So it could have been anyone who rescued you. It doesn’t have to be a guy.”

Robin sat back for a moment and thought about it. “I mean, I guess. I only assumed it was a dude with the amount of rage it took to bash Jason’s skull in, but I was pretty out of it.” She cocked her head to the side. “Also, I lied about seeing who it was. My mom and I both knew it wasn’t you, so we lied. Because there was no way that you did it after my former bestie died.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “I didn’t know you and Barb were friends.”

“All through out elementary and middle school,” Robins said sadly. “Then she went and became friends with Nancy and she just pulled away.”

“That sucks,” he said, shaking his head in commiseration. “So you don’t know who it was?”

“I was pretty out of it,” she said with a wince. “Jason drugged me and dragged me up to Skull Rock. I came to, like twice. Once in his pickup truck and once as he was tying me up.”

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said giving her hand a squeeze. “And like I know I should leave it alone but it’s hard. I’ve always been one to pick at things. Scabs, the skin around my nails, people. Especially people.”

Robin snorted. “You can say that again. But no, I get it. I want to know who save me too.”

~

So Eddie put up fliers asking for any information about people who may have left town around the time of the Buckley attack.

He got a couple of whack jobs crank calling him, some were of people who had left either way before Jason’s final attack or way after, but there were a couple that interested him.

Most notably Carol Perkins. Tommy Hagan had called in and was practically whining that she left him and blew town right around the time of the murders.

So he thought he could at least dig into that one a little, because before there was Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington as Hawkins royalty, there was Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan. Like they were voted most likely to have a white picket fence and 2.5 kids. So for her to blow town, that meant there had to be something major that would have caused her to run.

So he talked to her parents and even they couldn’t say for sure when she left. There had been so many things going on at the time, the exact date was fuzzy. They had had a death in the family, their dog had run away, and the roof sprung a leak.

All they knew was that she had come home, tears streaming down her face as she packed everything up and then just left without so much as a word.

Tommy was stonewalling him and even Tina didn’t know what had happened. She said that Carol’s best friend was Nicole, but that she had left a couple of weeks after Carol did.

“Wait!” Tina said as Eddie was about to leave. “I do remember I got a postcard from her. Hold on!”

Eddie tapped his pen against his pad impatiently. But it was only minutes before she came back out again.

“I got it just before Nicole left,” she explained, handing it to Eddie. “I think she must have got one too.”

Eddie took the card from her. The picture was of Time Square lit up at night. He turned it over and it read: Miss you lots, but I’m happy under the bright lights! All my love, Carol xoxo

“New York City?” he asked waving it up and down. “Why didn’t her parents try and find her if her last known location was New York?”

“I think they know more about her leaving town then they’re letting on,” Tina said with a shrug. “I think they all are. Tommy too.”

Eddie tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Look,” Tina said gruffly. “I was away at college when it happened, so I don’t know anything for certain, but Carol wouldn’t just pack up in the middle of the night without a reason and they know it. And I’m willing to bet my trust fund that they also know why.”

Eddie thought back to his last suspect on his case. Billy Hargrove. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “You think Tommy could’ve hit her?”

Tina’s head rocked back in shock. But he could almost see the wheels in her head turning as she thought about it. She huffed out a breath and crossed her arms. “If you had asked me before she left if it was possible, I would have told you to go to hell. There wouldn’t have even been a possibility, but now?”

“Now, it’s not only probable,” Eddie finished, “it’s the most likely scenario.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie nodded. “Thanks, Tina. I know we didn’t get on in high school, but I think you’re pretty cool.”

“You too, Eddie,” Tina said with a soft smile. “I never thought it was you who had done Chrissy in. She liked you. And that girl was a pretty good judge of character.”

“Except with Jason,” Eddie snorted, putting the address on the postcard into his notebook.

Tina shook her head. “I’m not too sure about that. I think she thought she could hold back his darkness by being with him.”

Eddie looked up and tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Every heard of the cult of personality?”

Eddie shrugged. “It’s something found in serial killers and cult leaders, right?”

Tina nodded. “Right, Jason was always able to say or do the right thing all the time. Which would come off to anyone with half a brain cell as fake as fuck, but Jason wouldn’t interested in those people. He like the stupid and the gullible. But another thing about these types of guys is that they want submissive wives. But aren’t dating the ones that already submissive, they want to break the independent, free-spirited ones to be being submissive.”

“So what,” Eddie huffed, crossing his arms, “you think she stayed with Jason to prevent him from hurting another girl?”

Because that unfortunately tracked with the girl he knew. Chrissy was the type of person who would set herself on fire to keep someone else warm. Something that Eddie had been trying to break her of before she died.

“Don’t you?” Tina said tilting her head. “Look, I’ve got to go, but if you find Carol, have her hit me up, I miss the bitch.”

Eddie snorted, but nodded anyway. He was finding that these people who cut town left people behind who missed them. And as he walked back to his truck he thought about how before the murders he was going to do the same thing with his band. Just cut loose and never come back.

But he thought about all the people who would have been worried about where he was, but especially Wayne.

He slid into the driver’s seat with a sigh. For better or worse Eddie was in Hawkins to stay.

~

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[ganjas-shit]

Oh, You’re Breaking My Heart

Warnings: 18+ content, dry humping?, sexual language, cursing, angst, inexperienced reader, virgin reader.

Authors note: Hi everyone! Sorry it took so long for the update I was studying for exams and what not but I hope you guys enjoy sorry if it seems a little rushed this is my first series so I’m slowly learning! Feel free to inbox me for whatever! <3 this was also a little Lana inspired I just love her so much and I feel like her music matches Billy’s vibe so well.

Chapter 3: Just Ride.

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He gradually emerged from the depths of unconsciousness, his senses assaulted by the incessant beeping of machines, the sterile brightness of the overhead lights, and the icy tendrils of cold air wrapping around him. With a heavy groan, he blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings.

A strong smell of disinfectant lingered in the air.

The hospital?

As he tried to rise, a sharp twinge from his lower ribs forced a hiss of pain from his lips, halting his movement abruptly. And a strong pounding in his head distracted him from moving any further.

"Hey, Billy, I'm Nurse Janet," a woman in pink scrubs greeted him. "How are you feeling? Any discomfort?"

Is she blind?

"Fuck yeah, my head's killing me, and I can't sit up," Billy muttered bluntly, causing the older woman to cringe at his choice of language.

Billy shut his eyes against the glare of the lights and massaged his temples, trying to dull the throbbing pain in his head.

“You have a concussion and a few broken ribs, can you recall what happened tonight?” She asked.

Yeah, Neil really fucked up.

"Not really, no," he lied. Despite his hatred for his father, a small part of him still felt the need to protect him. The nurse looked at him sympathetically. "The doctor will be here shortly. For now, just try to relax," she said, giving him a warm smile before exiting the room.

You’re gonna be okay.

He remembered hearing a voice, he was probably hallucinating but the voice was sweet, soft, and comforting. Maybe it was his guardian angel, but he wasn't about to confess that to the nurses; they'd likely send him in for a psych evaluation.

Bits and pieces of tonight's events flashed through his mind. He recalled finally standing up to Neil, but his memory of the confrontation was hazy at best. All he can hear echoing back and fourth in his head was the fear in max’s voice.

“Get off of him!”

His gut churned at the thought, for he had once experienced that same fear when it was his mother at the mercy of Neil's hands.

Guilt consumed him once again, he looked up at the ceiling tears pricking the inner corner of his blue eyes.

God, what an aggravating feeling.

He was exhausted from the weight of guilt, he was tired of feeling. Maybe if his mom would’ve took him with her, maybe if he stayed in California, maybe he would be different.

Maybe.

The door of his hospital room opened, creaking slightly. A man in a white coat, presumably his doctor, entered, accompanied by two police officers.

Billy felt a slight panic, although he hadn't done anything wrong. His heart rate started to pick up through the monitors.

"Billy, it's all right. This is Chief Jim Hopper," the doctor reassured, motioning towards the tall man. "He's one of the best officers I know and he wants to talk about tonight,”

"Hey kid, I’m J—" Billy cut him off before he could finish, "I know who you are. I have a concussion, not a mental impairment," he snapped defensively. "You can't speak to me unless an adult is present."

Jim swallowed back whatever sarcastic remark was about to spill out of him and took a deep breath,

"You're 18, kid. I'm allowed to speak to you. I just wanted to ask you a few questions," Jim sighed carefully, hoping to gain the boy's trust with his measured tone.

The doctor left the room allowing them space to talk.

“Had some really rough sex, mind was hazy after it and I ran into a door” Billy spat, blatantly lying through his teeth. It was a terrible lie but it was the first thing that came to his brain, his concussion was preventing him from coming up with a better one.

Jim let out a chuckle, his amusement evident, while the other officer couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Running into a door isn't going to give you a grade two concussion and broken ribs," he remarked, with a tone that conveyed both skepticism and exasperation at Billy's attempt to deceive them.

"It was a really hard door," Billy retorted, annoyance creeping into his voice at the one going conversation. “And it was really rough sex, you’d think I was killing her with the noises she was making but I promise, she was enjoying every inch of me,” Billy’s said voice dripping with arrogance.

Jim and officer Callahan exchanged a glance before returning their attention to him.

"Just ask my neighbor; she had front-row seats. She'll tell you," Billy said, his voice smug with confidence.

Although Jim felt for the boy, his patience was wearing thin. "Oh, you mean Y/N? Yeah, she's right outside with your sister, scared half to death. I heard she was screaming at the nurses to be careful with you. Poor girl almost lost her mind seeing you like this," Jim said, his tone tinged with slight frustration.

"She's the one who brought you here, you know. You were knocked out cold in her embrace," Jim said, studying the way Billy's features fell.

His smug expression vanished instantly, replaced by guilt. But he quickly scoffed, putting up his usual dickhead facade to cover it up.

“Listen, kid, we already got statements from your stepmother and your sister. I know your father’s been putting his hands on you for years. We need to know if you have any idea where he might be,” he said with a serious tone.

“You’re arresting him!?” Billy asked in disbelief,

"Should we not?" Officer Callahan said, more as a statement than a question.

Billy looked down at his bruised hands, the same ones that collided with his father's face a little while ago, and started to contemplate life without Neil, life without another parent. He could no longer maintain his facade, he’s felt too much, been through too much, it was cracking. The lonely little boy he’d been his whole life was slipping through the cracks.

"I'll have no one," Billy said, a knot forming in his throat, the weight of loneliness settling heavily upon him.

Jim walked over to the side of his bed and kneeled, “You have three women in that waiting room worried sick about you, I know two of those women personally and they are fighters, they love with every fiber in their body,” Jim said looking at the California boy who reminded him of himself at his age.

He knew you? And max? Surely he wasn’t talking about Susan.

"You have them, and you have me whenever you need it, kid... you just need to try," Jim added, encouraging Billy to lean on their support and make an effort to move forward.

Billy hardly knew you. But the glances, seeing you every morning, watching you in the halls at school, you watching him, he felt a strong pull from you, excitement, a connection, one that scared him. This feeling, this thing was only something he’d see in cheesy movies, shitty romcoms.

“He might be somewhere in the city, but he’ll be back. He’s not leaving without his shit… or maybe he will, who knows.”

Jim nodded, stood up, and patted his shoulder. “We’ll be on the lookout. For now, I’ll have an officer parked outside your house just in case he comes back.”

.

Hop exited the room and headed towards you and Max. Susan left to lock up both your house and hers, since you both forgot to do so earlier, given the circumstances

"He's a smart ass," Hop muttered. "But he's going to be okay physically. He might need a little time to adjust to what's going to happen from here on out, but he has you two, and I made it clear that he had me to talk to as well.

"Yeah, sounds like Billy," Max said, rolling her eyes. “Thanks Hop.” Despite it all, she felt content; her brother was going to be okay, even if it took time. With Neil out of the picture, she held onto hope—for Billy, for their relationship.

He was definitely shitty to her, but Billy did care for her, and she cared for him, at least a part of him. There were times when Neil and her mom argued, and Billy would offer her solace in his own way. He’d take her to the arcade, for burgers, but they never really talked. It was evident they struggled to bond with each other. He was angry that his father met Susan, which was the reason he left California; he blamed her and her mother. However, what Billy didn’t know was she resented him for that same reason.

Max thought that in California, they’d both be safe. She wouldn’t have to face the trauma of encountering interdimensional monsters or deal with Neil’s presence. She wouldn’t witness her mother losing herself to him, or observe Billy’s escalating anger day by day. It felt like everyone was losing themselves in that house. Neil was like Vecna, sucking the life out of people, but not swiftly—rather, in an agonizingly slow manner.

“Can we see him yet?” Max asked.

Hop nodded. “Yeah, I’ll catch up with you two later. I’ve got an asshole to catch.”

.

You and Max slowly entered the room, Billy was staring up at the ceiling lost in thought, his head snapped towards you two when he realized you both came in, he tried sitting up again but the pain he felt was a reminder of the condition he was in.

Max walked towards the front of his bed and you followed right behind her.

“Hey,” Max greeted slowly, “How are you feeling?” Billy looked at her with annoyance as if it wasn’t obvious, “Oh I’m just great Max, feeling like a million bucks,” he said sarcastically.

Max rolled her eyes huffing in annoyance.

“You know you should be thanking us, asshole, we’re the ones who practically carried your ass here,” you spat chiming in, “And you’re not exactly light.” Max added.

Billy’s features softened, and for the first time in a long time, he set his pride aside. “Thank you, Max… I’m sorry you had to see that,” Billy spoke, his voice filled with sympathy.

Your heart broke for them both. Max was such a compassionate soul, and despite whatever barrier Billy had built around his heart, he climbed out of it from time to time for her.

Max nodded and smiled. “I’m just glad you’re okay, shit head. You scared the shit out of me, out of us,” she said, looking over at you.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than Neil Hargrove to take me out,” he replied, his tone smug.

Billy then glanced at you, feeling his heart start to race. God, you were breathtaking. Despite the fatigue evident in your appearance, it only added to your beauty.

Max noticed the way you two looked at each other, and felt as if she was interrupting something.

“Yeah…” max trailed, “I’m gonna go get snacks from the food court, I’ll be back later.” And with that she left, leaving both you and him alone for the first time in what felt like a long time.

You looked at him the same way he looked at you—admiring his beauty, his tough exterior, which only made him more intriguing. Despite his bruised eye and cut lip, he remained mesmerizing. On the way to the hospital, in the back seat of his car, you gently brushed aside the single curls of hair that fell on his face, wishing you could do the same now.

Wait. Back seat of his car? Oh my god the backseat of his car!

You then twisted your face in disgust, “God!” You said in realization, “I sat in the back seat of your car, where you fucked Tina!

Billy struggled to contain his laughter, knowing that doing so would only increase his pain.

“You’re such an asshole!” you shouted angrily. “Ugh, I need to drown myself in disinfectant tonight, damn the consequences,” you huffed.

You glared at him, but a giggle escaped your lips when you noticed him wincing in pain. "Yeah, keep laughing, Hargrove. I'll be right here," you said as you pulled a chair next to his bed, "enjoying every ounce of pain that laughter gives you."

Billy rolls his eyes, the playfulness leaving them before being placed with seriousness.

“I, um,” Billy struggled to get the words out, “T-thank you for helping Max and getting me here.” Before you could respond, he continued, “A-and I’m sorry for being a dick. You didn’t deserve that. I was just…” He took a deep breath before continuing, “My dad, he’s an asshole. He seemed to like you, or at least acted like he did. He’s a damn narcissist, probably did it just to piss me off... Anyway, I lashed out and took it out on you and him. I guess I wanted to piss you both off.”

Billy kept taking deep breaths, you can tell he was struggling, like he wasn’t used to explaining himself or even apologizing. Before he could speak again, you placed your hand over his bruised one gently.

“Billy it’s okay, I understand. I have a pretty clear idea of what goes on in your house, what’s been going on with your father, I’ve been through it too once…” you sighed as his blue ocean eyes bore into your saddened expression, “My mom… she was a bully. She would strip me of my humanity with her words. I was a bitch for a while... I was like a exactly like her, God, I was so awful Billy,” you said as you looked at him through teary eyes, “So I understand.” Billy looked at you with love, understanding now why he felt so drawn to you. You reminded him of himself, but he saw the good within you—the good he hoped to find within himself. Even if it meant putting in the work to mend his heart, he was willing to do it. He needed to do it, for Max, Susan, and for himself. After all they were his only family.

You and Billy sat like that for a while, eventually ending up intertwining your hands. You felt flustered by him, despite him being in a hospital bed. Together, you shared laughs and occasional smiles, enjoying each other’s company. Max eventually came back munching loudly on her snacks, gagging at the two of you, irritating Billy with her sarcasm and with how loud she was chewing. You couldn’t help but laugh, realizing she’d gotten her sarcasm from him. You could get used to this and the warmth that spread through your body filled you with hope.

A few weeks later…

Hawkins Sheriff’s Department focused their efforts on finding Neil, especially since Hawkins was a small town and there seemed to be little else happening besides neighborhood complaints about trivial matters.

Neil returned a few days after Billy was released from the hospital. An undercover car, hidden on his street, swooped in and arrested him just before he could set foot on the porch. That night, you, Max, and Susan comforted Billy, reminding him that he still had a family.

Billy was introduced to the gang the following night to get his mind off things. You threw a little get together at your house. They were all wary, given their past interactions with him, especially Steve. Throughout the night, they exchanged glances. Billy felt sorry; he just couldn’t find the words for Steve. However, he grabbed him a beer, attempting to find some common ground, and Steve accepted. Surprisingly, he and Eddie clicked over their common taste in music. If Eddie could accept that Steve and he had become friends, there was room for one more. Meanwhile, Robin and Nancy chuckled at how smitten you and Billy were, teasing you both about it. Jonathan was cool about it like he was about everything, I think given everything that’s happened this year he had no room for judgments or criticism; he was over it and extremely high out of his mind.

Despite everything, Billy was healing emotionally. He had already recovered swiftly from the injuries he endured from his father, and now everything was slowly falling into place.

Now.

“Y/n let’s go! We’re losing light!” Billy screamed from the driver seat of his car repeatedly honking his door. You huffed loudly and slammed the front door of your house locking the door behind you, “I’m coming GOD!” You yelled back, stomping towards the passenger seat.

You threw your bag of sunscreen and spare clothes through the passenger window, not caring whether it hit him or not, and settled into the passenger seat of his car. You couldn’t stand when he rushed you; it was the most annoying thing. “Jesus, are you ever patient?” you asked rhetorically. Billy was about to respond with a sarcastic comment until he saw what you were wearing. You reminded him of California sometimes. You were wearing a red bikini top with nothing covering the rest of your body, and some blue denim shorts. He tried so hard to keep from lunging at you and devouring every bit of your body.

He’d been doing this for the past few weeks, and it was flustering you more and more each day. You remembered one time you did his laundry. He was gawking at you as you picked up his clothes that were scattered all over his room, making things easier for him since he couldn’t really move given his injuries. He thought you looked like a housewife, his housewife, and it aroused him profoundly.

He teased you about it, and he was very blunt about how he felt. It was infuriating because you actually enjoyed it.

Billy was glad he had planned today just for the two of you. The sun was shining brightly, and Lovers Lake seemed like the perfect place to cool off and relax. Recently, you two had only been around friends—Max, or Max and Susan. He hadn’t been able to spend time alone with you since that night.

After settling in and buckling up, you noticed the car still wasn’t moving. Glancing at Billy, you found him staring at you with an intense gaze, as if he was about to devour you. Your face flushed a deep red as you crossed your legs. “We’re losing light,” you mumbled, attempting to tease him, but you failed miserably. However, you successfully snapped him out of his trance. He licked his lips and chuckled, putting the car in drive and taking off.

You couldn’t help but stare either. Billy was wearing a muscle shirt, showcasing his buff arms, along with some swim shorts. His hair was styled perfectly, as usual, with a single curl falling onto his forehead against his beautiful tan skin. As he held a cigarette in his mouth and drove, butterflies fluttered in your belly.

Metallica blared through the radio as you two drove with the windows down, feeling the warm air on your skin. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling, savoring the moment. It almost felt surreal that you were sitting in his car right now, like something out of one of your romance novels.

“Dammit!” Billy groaned in frustration. “Forgot my fucking lighter.” You rolled your eyes and assured him he’d survive a couple of hours without a lighter. With Billy’s frustration, you noticed the vehicle starting to accelerate more, getting faster and faster. Your belly started to jump with the increasing speed, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as Billy’s car felt like a roller coaster. He looked over at you with admiration, recognizing that same feeling, prompting him to go faster on the empty road. You stuck your body out the window, relishing the speed of the car and the harsh wind hitting your face. You felt free, out of this world free. Not a care in the world, just you and a beautiful boy speeding down a ghost town, or rather, a hell town, you might say.

“Fuck you, Hawkins!” you screamed, with Billy joining you in whooping with excitement at the top of his lungs.

You sat back in your seat and looked over to Billy, who was smiling with his foot still pressing on the gas. He started to slow the car down, but you couldn’t help but continue staring. He looked over to you, “You liked that, huh?” he asked, glancing at the tightening of your thighs. The adrenaline rush of it all was enough to get you excited down there, and his presence only intensified the feeling.

You bit your lip and looked over at his. He placed a hand on your thigh, causing your breath to hitch. “Is this okay?” he asked. “Y-yeah, s’fine,” you responded, taking a deep breath.

Billy took pride in the nervousness he caused in you; it excited him.

He kept driving, but his hand now started moving up and down your thigh. Your heart started to race, and the warmth between your legs began to spread. You weren’t being dramatic; you were touch-deprived for God’s sake, and you’ve never made it past second base with anyone.

He then moved his hand higher up your thigh and squeezed tightly, eliciting a slight moan from you. You looked over at Billy, his face filled with awe, while yours was flustered, as if you were in discomfort, eagerly awaiting his touch to ease the pressure building inside you.

“Stop the car,” you said, out of breath, face hotter than the sun.

“But we’re 3 minutes away—” Billy began, but you cut him off.

“Billy, I don’t give a shit, stop the car!”

With that, he pulled off to the side of the road, removing his hand from your thigh as he put the vehicle in park.

Before he could turn to ask what was wrong, you lunged over the center console at him, unable to contain yourself any longer, and kissed him. You grabbed the sides of his face, and it was a passionate kiss that you held for a moment. Then, as you were about to pull away, he took advantage of the slight opening of your mouth and shoved his tongue inside, grabbing the back of your head and adding incredible pressure and pleasure to the kiss. You both fought for dominance, but he won every time. You were in heaven, and the warmth between your legs was becoming harder to contain.

He stopped the kiss for a moment,

“Climb in my lap,” he said through the clashing of your tongues, slightly out of breath, and you obliged, legs going over the center console as you straddled his lap. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as you thought, and you felt some of the pressure down there relieved as you settled.

Your eyes then went wide as you felt something poking at the denim of your shorts causing Billy to chuckle. You then looked down and seen the outline of his hard cock that was straining in his swim shorts.

He bucked his hips slightly into yours, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from both of you. “Can we keep doing that?” you asked shyly, not wanting him to stop.

“Before we dive into this, there’s something I gotta ask.”

You nodded your head, signaling him to ask his question, while both your hands rested on his face.

“You ever been touched, pretty girl?” Billy asked, his voice rough, as he brushed the hair falling over your face behind your ear.

“I—” you sighed nervously. You felt embarrassed. Everyone your age seemed to be having sex or had some type of experience. Robin and Nancy always talked about their experiences, you loved hearing their stories and always hoped you’d experience the same one day. But, the boys you made out with never did it for you, so second base, making out, was all you knew. They’d try to touch you, but you’d never budge. It wasn’t exciting, thrilling, or intimate; it was just plain boring.

You weren’t an idiot you knew what happened during sex and everything that led up to it you’ve just never taken it to the next level.

“S’okay, baby. You can tell me; I won’t judge,” he spoke, now caressing your face, which was hot to the touch.

“No. I’ve only ever made out with a few people but I’ve never made it past that,” you said looking away,

“Hey, look at me,” Billy said. “Look at me, Y/N… I’m gonna show you everything you’ve been missing if you let me.” His hands moved down your sides. “We can take it slow, and then we’ll build our way up. How does that sound?” Billy’s asked voice smooth like honey.

You nodded furiously, excitement building in your belly.

“Good. Now take these off,” he said unbuttoning your denim shorts, “I need you in just your bikini bottoms.” You obliged opening the drivers door quickly hopping out to take off your shorts, then hopped right back in straddling Billy’s lap once again.

The pressure felt different this time, you almost moaned at the contact because it was much more intense as you felt the outline of his cock on your pussy.

You let out shaky breaths as he put his hands on your hips, pushing you down to apply pressure on his throbbing cock. “I’m assuming you’ve never had your big O either, hmm?” he asked. You furrowed your eyes in confusion at his question and tilted your head to the side.

“An orgasm?” Billy spoke again. Your eyes lit up at the familiar word. Robin had told you all about the extraordinary feeling, but you’ve never come close to experiencing it.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, finally understanding what he was talking about, but your expression shifted to a frown. “No, never,” you mumbled.

“Oh, you’re breaking my heart, baby,” he said as he guided your hips to grind up, then down his clothed length. “Ah, shit,” you cursed as you grabbed at his muscle shirt, almost tearing it off with how hard you were gripping. “That’s okay,” he cooed. “I’m gonna have so much fun with you, darling,” he rasped against your ear, licking at it.

A big part of him found comfort in the fact that no one else’s hands had touched you but his own, knowing that no one else could make you feel the way he did. The mere thought of anyone else touching you drove him to the edge of insanity. He was possessive, and he couldn’t help it.

The sensation you felt was otherworldly. It felt as though your body was craving this, yearning for this level of attention. Each touch sent shivers down your spine, like tiny electric shocks. Billy locked his deep blue eyes with yours, his mouth slightly agape. You couldn’t fathom how he was finding pleasure in this, but he did. His face flushed slightly, and he emitted small grunts as you took charge of your movements. Unable to resist any longer, you leaned in and shared a sloppy, passionate kiss with him. The mutual fervor intensified your arousal, and you found yourself moaning into his mouth as he guided your pace.

“That feel good, sweetheart? You like that?” He grunted through the sloppy kiss. You kept going like that for a few seconds, then Billy slipped his hands down, ghosting your clit with his fingers, and pulled your bikini to the side roughly. Your bare pussy was now grinding on his clothed member. “Fuck, you’re killing me, Y/N. You’re dripping through my shorts,” he said in a low grunt.

“Ah, feels so good, Billy, feels amazing,” you whined, your eyes half-lidded, lost in the sensation. It was incredible. Your wet folds were soaking through Billy’s shorts.

“You’re almost there, sweetheart. You’re doing so well,” Billy groaned into your mouth. Both your tongues explored eagerly, creating an intense heat. Drool dripped from your mouth, mingling with his, and you savored each other’s taste, lost in the moment.

Billy was on the edge, trying hard to control himself. You were driving him wild, completely absorbed in your own pleasure as you kissed him passionately. It was a new experience for him, seeing you like this, and he knew he would never forget it.

It was difficult for him to restrain himself from touching you, from speeding up the process and bringing you to orgasm faster. But he resisted, wanting you to explore and discover on your own, to use him as you pleased. He desired to corrupt you, to be the one to show you the way, to introduce you to pleasure. It felt selfish and sinful, but he wanted to be the one, and he always would be.

“Billy, I think… oh, fuck, I think I’m coming,” you whimpered as the knot tightened at your core. It was overwhelming, your movements becoming erratic, and Billy gripping your hips roughly as if he was about to burst too.

Billy then released one hand from your hip, cupping both cheeks with it, and forced you to look into his eyes as you unraveled. Your eyes screwed shut, and your hips stuttered with pleasure, drawing out a stream of curses from Billy’s mouth.

“Fuck, fuck,” Billy groaned as he shot a load into his swim shorts.

Your moans grew louder, and then the knot snapped. Your mind went black as waves of pleasure took over your body, riding out your first orgasm. Billy’s intense groans and moans added to the overwhelming sensation.

You collapsed onto his heaving chest, both of you needing to catch your breath.

There was a moment of silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead, it was filled with joy and hope. You both were still shocked that this had happened.

“Can we have sex now?” you said, out of breath, lifting your head a little from his chest and batting your lashes at him.

Billy chuckled, “Easy there, tiger. Remember, we’re taking it slow. Don’t want to overwhelm you,” he said, gently brushing the back of your soft hair with his hand.

“Is it always like that?” you asked curiously. “Do you feel like this with other people? Is it always this intense and earth-shattering?”

Billy pondered for a moment. He knew the answer; he just couldn’t believe it. He had came in his pants from just your grinding. It was unbelievable.

“Nah,” Billy responded. “It’s never like this. It’s us. It’s you.”

You blushed and buried your face into the crook of his neck, feeling warm inside. You were excited to explore this world of pleasure together.

“Looks like we’ve lost light,” you giggled, poking his chest, your gaze drifting to the darkness outside.

“Yeah,” he smiled, remembering how he had hurried you out of the house. “We sure did.”

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