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Steve Harrington x FemReader

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“Billy Joel huh?” Steve looks up and nearly freezes. There you are, the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, and something about the world stops. He’s not one to be shy but it’s as if the words somehow can’t leave his mouth. There was just something about you. “Since when do boys your age listen to Billy Joel?”

“Hey, he’s still rock n’ roll to me” Steve defends, and it’s cheesy. He knows that, but it doesn’t stop you from laughing. You’re wearing the most perfect smile he’s ever seen and he wants to make you do it again.

“I’m not saying he isn’t, just most guys these days don’t know good music anymore” you say, pulling the record out of his hands and he almost gasps at the way your fingers feel against his.

“Well good music to me is just Billy, always has been”

coming 4/5/24

a/n: just a small taste of what’s to come and I hope you are all as excited as me to explore this series and the relationship between these two

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Just the Three of us

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader x Steve Harrington

Contents: Smut 18+, oral (giving/receiving), unprotected sex (Please be safe irl), manhandling, praise kink, pet names, multiple orgasms

a/n: Hi everyone! I hope you guys like this second part of the mini series. If you guys have any recommendations of what you want to see on the third part please comment. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated, I hope you like it. - May<3

word count: 2,8k

After two hours of hard studying everyone decided that a break was truly needed. Eddie and Steve couldn’t keep their eyes out of your beautiful curves. Robin rolled her eyes when she saw Steve putting a hand on top of your thigh, when you both were talking. Eddies gaze hardened and tried to chime into the conversation and put his hand on your other thigh. 

“I have a question for you y/n” Robin said with a little smirk, she was going to get the boys very riled up. 

“What’s up Robin?” you asked as you looked up at her. Noticing her small smirk, you knew that you had something on her mind. 

“Let’s say that hypothetically, what would happen if two boys that you like and hypothetically they like you back. Per se, what would happen?” she asked while leaning back on her arms and waited for your reply. Eddie and Steve have now sat themselves straight and waited with a lot of anticipation to your reply. 

“That is a very odd question to ask Robin” you said and kept eye contact with her. A burning sensation over came you body when you felt Steve’s and Eddie’s gazes burning through you. “I’m very open minded, if I like both and they like me as well. A trio doesn’t sound bad at all” you said and got up. “Help me serve some lemonade Robin” you said and walked to the kitchen. Hoping that the boys got the hint. 

—-

“Fuck, Harrington” Eddie whispered shouted. He couldn’t believe that you were the kind to be okay with a trio. He was surprised but then again he thought that it would be perfect. Eddie knew that Steve liked you as well but never even thought that there could be a possibility of you three becoming a trio. 

“I know Munson” Steve said quietly and looked at him. “I didn’t think she had it in her” he said surprised, deep inside he felt excited. The though of having you in bed, your body all exposed for him and Eddie. Your back arching and the sound of your sweet moans filling the room while they both made love to you; made him go crazy. 

“I would be okay with it” Eddie said quietly and looked at him. “You like her and so do I. I don’t want to keep competing over her” he said and extended his hand toward Steve. Eddie knew that  he was crazy for accepting to be in  trio but he liked you a lot, ever since he saw you for the first time. 

“Let’s keep this civil Munson” Steve agreed and shook Eddie’s hand. 

Right on time you walked in and handed one glass of lemonade to Steve. 

“Here you go” you said and sat between them again. 

“Here you go dufus” Robin said and handed one glass of lemonade to Eddie. She looked up at the clock in the living room and faked surprised. “Shit, I have to go” she said hurriedly and packed up her backpack. Leaning down quickly she hugged you and said her goodbyes to the guys. 

“Oh yeah, she had to go meet up with Max at the arcade” she said and took a sip of your lemonade and looked at both boys. Hoping that one of them would make a move just like Robin had told you in the kitchen. She plotted a small excuse so that she could go and you three could have some privacy to yourselves. 

Steve and Eddie looked at each other and leaned back against the sofa. The three of you drank your perspective lemonades and sat in silence. There was a lot of sexual tension in the living room and they didn’t know how to break it. 

“So, you are okay with being shared?” Steve asked confidently and turned to look at you. He knew that Eddie was too shy to make a move. 

“Mhm, you only live once” you said and put your glass down between you thighs. “Two is better than one, I guess” saying softly and bit your bottom lip when you felt Eddie put a hand on your left thigh. 

“It’s good to know that you think that way, we both really like you alot” Eddie said quietly and massaged your thigh softly. 

You turned your head to the left and looked at him. He was blushing softly and leaned in to peck you lips. Finally you thought. 

“He is right, love. We wouldn’t mind sharing you at all” Steve said and leaned down. He left small kisses on your exposed neck and smiled softly when you let out small moans. 

“I would love to be with the both of you” you said and leaned your head back in pleasure. Eddie had grabbed the glass between your thighs and put it aside. He leaned down and left kisses on the right side of your neck. Giving a small wink at Steve, both of them left kisses on your neck and massaged your inner thighs. 

“Can we go to my room please?” you asked quietly and caressed both of their cheeks. Leaning in to the right you pecked Steves lips and then to the left pecking Eddies. Both boys nodded their heads and got up. Carefully they helped you get up and you grabbed their hands. Leading them upstairs to your room.

“Sit down” you told them as you closed your door and locked it. Both listened to you and sat next to each other in bed. Walking up to them, you decided to stand between Eddie’s legs. Leaning down you kissed him passionately, a needy moan escaped his mouth. Steve bit his bottom lip at the sight of you both making out. His member was growning within each second and he felt his jeans becoming too tight for his growing member. You heard Steve hissing softly and you leaned back. 

“Are you okay Steve?” you asked innocently and caressed his cheek. Looking down, you saw the outline of his member through his jeans. You stepped back from Eddie and went between Steves legs. Getting down on your knees, you looked up at him and Eddie. “Remove your clothes” you ordered them both. 

They quickly and quietly obeyed your commands. You watched them both remove their clothes and watched in awe at the sight. Steve cock was long and hard the tip was leaking with precum. Eddie’s cock was thick and long. Immediately you became even more wet then you already were. Letting out a small whimper, you brought your right hand to your mouth and spit on it. Bringing it to Eddie’s member, you wrapped your hand around it and motioned it up and down. 

Eddie’s deep breathes escaped his mouth, he felt on cloud nine when he felt your hand wrapped around his needy cock. He moaned when he saw you leaned down and licked Steve’s tip. 

“Fuck baby” Steve moaned softly when he felt your wet tongue lick a small strip from the bottom of his cock all the way to the top of his tip. His fantasy was finally going to come true, he was going to have sex with the girl of his dreams and a threesome. “Oh fuck!” he cried out in pleasure when you wrapped your plump lips around his hard cock and began moving your head up and down. Your mouth felt heavenly around his cock. 

You moaned at the praise and the way Steve reacted to your mouth around your cock. Feeling a lot of pride that you had both boys on the palm of your hand, you looked at Eddie while you kept giving Steve head. Tightening your grip softly on his cock, he moaned at the feeling and looked down at you. He brought a hand to your cheek and softly smacked you. 

“Such a needy slut” he praised your and smacked you again.  Eddie didn’t know what took over him but he needed you to become vulnerable for them both. “Look at you being a needy slut, letting me and Steve use your pretty body from now on” he said and looked at Steve. “We own this slut, Harrington” he said with a smirk. 

“Fuck yes we do” Steve said and gripped your hair. Pulling your it up, you removed your mouth from his cock and gasped to catch up with your breathing. 

“Remove your clothes and lay in bed baby” Steve ordered and helped you get up. Him and Eddie were mesmerized by your body, little by little as your removed the only two pieces of clothing you wore. Surprised that you didn’t wear a bra or panties, both boys were falling more in love with you by the second and they couldn’t wait until they finally had a taste of you. 

You took a small breath and laid down, waiting for one of the two boys to make a move. Steve was the first one to remove his pants and got on top of you. Leaning down he looked down at your plump red lips and caressed your cheek. 

“Are you sure, you want this?” he asked softly and looked deeply into your eyes. Hoping that you wouldn’t regret what was to come later on. 

“I really do Steve” you whispered and removed his shirt. Smiling softly when he brought his arms up, helping you to remove his shirt. You looked at Eddie and chuckled softly when he just stood there with a cheesy small smile. “Join us, Ed” you said and leaned your head to the side when Steve started leaving kisses on your neck. Moaning softly when you felt him suck softly against your soft skin, he was marking you and you loved that. 

“Patience baby” Eddie said and removed the remaining of his clothes. He got on the bed and softly wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. “Open that pretty mouth of yours baby” he said and tapped the tip of his cock on top of your plump lips. Eddie groaned softly when he finally felt your warm and wet mouth around his cock, something that he has dreamt about ever since he met you. 

Steve left kisses all the way down from your neck, into between your inner thighs. He smirked softly when he saw how wet your pussy looked from his angle. Leaning in he gave a soft lick between your wet pussy lips and moaned at your sweet taste. You tasted like heaven, just like he thought you did. He knew that he was going to be addicted to your sweet taste and he couldn’t wait for more. Wrapping his arms around your thick thighs, he spread them about and began eating you out as if he didn’t eat for days. 

You were a moaning mess, around Eddie’s cock. Steve was eating your pussy out in such a delicious way, the sounds of him licking your wet pussy, your sweet moans, and Eddie’s praises filled the entire room. Eddie softly held your hair into a pony tail while he thrusted his cock in and out of your warm mouth, the way he praised you made you fall in love with him even more. Making eye contact with him, you started meeting his small thrusts inside your mouth. Gagging around his cock made him moan loudly and fill your mouth with his cum. 

“Oh Fuck” he panted and he brought a hand to your cheek. “Swallow my cum baby” he cooed softly when he saw how fucked you looked. 

You swallowed and leaned upward to kiss him passionately. Feeling a lot of pride that you had that type of control over Eddie. 

Steve had gotten on his knees and spit on his hand. He loved the sight of you and Eddie making out infront of him, but felt a little jealous at the tiny lack of attention that he was not receiving. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he brought it up and down. 

“It’s my turn baby” Steve said and aligned the tip of his cock against your wet pussy. Smiling softly when you turned to him with a drunken gaze and nodded your head. 

“Please, I need you” you said in a pleading matter. Gasping softly when you felt him insert his tip inside of you. He was stretching you out up to oblivion, and couldn’t control your moans. His hips started gaining control as he slid in and out of you, his fingers dug deep into your hips and thrusted deeper. 

Eddie brought a hand down to your clit and began to rub it fast. Your loud moans became music to his ears, he loved how you were so desperate for him and Steve. Loving the sight of your head thrown back in pleasure, back arched and your breasts bouncing with each of Steves thrust. He knew that this was going to be one of many more nights like this. Leaning down he began leaving kisses on your exposed neck and marking it just like Henderson did. 

“Liking my cock baby?” Steve teased and smacked you softly. You looked like a fucked mess and he loved the sight of that. Loving the thought that you were cock drunk, with his cock.

You whimpered when you felt him smack you. Couldn’t put words together, you just moaned and nodded your head. 

“Use your words, princess” Eddie said and wrapped his hand around your neck. “Behave for him” he said and gripped his hand more around your neck.

“Y-Yes daddy” you gasped for air and let out a scream of pleasure when Steves thrust became harder and faster. With no warning, he cummed and filled you up with his warm seed. 

“F-fuck!” Steve moaned and slowed down his thrusts. The way you called him Daddy was unexpected and made him cum right then and there. Steve loved the way Daddy rolled out of your pretty mouth in such a innocent but dirty way. 

“Eddie, I need you” you said quietly and pecked his lips. 

“My baby didn’t cum?” he asked teasingly and got on top of you once Steve slid out. Eddie didn’t care about the mess that Harrington made inside of you and slammed his cock without any warning. Your moans got louder with each thrust that he made inside of you. 

“D-daddy” you gasped and wrapped your arms around his back. Your nails digging on his back, leaving small crescent moons but you couldn’t help it. Eddie was fucking you so well, him and Steve knew how to fuck very well. 

“Mm cum for me baby, cum around my cock” Eddie praised you as he grabbed one of your legs and put them around his shoulder. Sliding even deeper inside of you. 

“Fuck baby fuck!, you are only ours” 

“Y-yes daddy!” you say moaning loudly. Looking to your side, you look at Steve. Feeling that you needed his approval to cum as well. Once he gave you a small nod, you gave into the pleasure and cummed all over Eddies cock. 

Eyes rolled back and your back arched in pleasure. Tears rolled down your cheeks at the intense orgasm that took over your body, it was all too much for you after a long time of being celibate. 

Eddie kept fucking you into oblivion until he moaned loudly and cummed inside of you. His cum mixing with Steves and your wet juices. 

“Fuck” he panted harshly and carefully brought down your leg from his shoulder. Sliding out carefully and laid down next to you. His orgasm hit him the hardest. 

Steve let you both calm down and went to you bathroom. He grabbed a cloth and brought it to the sink. Wetting it a little, he came back into the room and up to you. Steve carefully cleaned up the huge mess that was between your legs and left kisses around your chest. 

“You did so well for us baby” he praised you softly as he looked at your fucked up state. 

All you could do was nod your head carefully and let him clean you up. 

Eddie got up to clean himself up and looked outside the window. He was surprised that it was night time. After finishing cleaning himself up, he turned off the bathroom light and walked inside your room. Smiling at you fast asleep, cuddling with Steve who was also fallen asleep. Eddie grabbed the blanket from the end of your bed and extended it over both of the bare bodies. Turning off the late of your room, he walked to the other side of your bed and got under your blanket. 

“Goodnight baby” he whispered and wrapped his arm around your bare waist. Letting sleep take over his tired body. Dreaming of what was going to happen next.

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[seabreeze1969]

Strawberry Pancakes

Summary: Gator Tillman meets OC stripper. She is reluctant to give him a dance, but ends up enjoying it a little too much. He is more than happy to break some rules with her.

Tags/Warnings: strippers, thigh riding, lap dance, power dynamics, paid intimacy, dirty talk, teasing

Chapter One

~Gator

It was the second Friday of May. Every other Friday he found himself sitting in the back of The Tender Trap, a local strip club, with an envelope in his pocket as he waited for a militia man to collect the hefty support of Sheriff Roy Tillman, his father. It was an easy job. That’s why his father gave it to him. At least it was supposed to be easy. But things never came easy to Gator.

As his lazy gaze glossed around the small club, his heart caught in his throat. He wasn’t met with Roxy or Crystal, the usual dancers who would throw him winks every now and again. He saw a young woman he’d never seen before. He was sure if she had been there any of the other Fridays he would’ve known.

Her legs were toned, but covered in stockings forcing him to imagine the bare skin underneath. As his gaze slithered further up skipping over her bare stomach to her breasts he started to feel his pants tighten. The white laced cups pushed up her small tits and had them spilling out over the low top. And finally he reached her face. Her bouncy brown curls framed her soft face, and he couldn’t help but let his mouth fall open as he caught her big doe eyes.

He knew he must’ve looked like a moron sitting there with his jaw on the floor, but he couldn’t help himself. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in person. Something straight off of one of those raunchy old bikini posters he tacked behind his bed.

Before he could stop himself his feet carried him over to the seats closest to the stage where she was entertaining two other men. The closer he got the more her eyes narrowed at him and she suddenly seemed familiar, “Wait a minute. Aren’t you the doc’s kiddo? Miss Grey?” He’d seen her only a couple times when he had to visit the local clinic after a job went sideways, and she looked vastly different in layers of clothes and thick rimmed glasses. But she had given him that same narrow look.

“No, sir,” she shook her head, her full lips turning into a pout, “My name is Candy.”

“Hah, yeah sure it is,” he huffed a laugh, “Anyways, aren’t you a little too smart to be dancing around half naked?”

And then it was her turn to laugh, “If smarts had anything to do with it you’d be the one in heels up here, sheriff.”

“Ouch, sour Candy. You trying to hurt my feelings, girl?” Gator mocked hurt feelings, putting his hand over his heart.

“Were you trying to hurt mine?” She shot back.

“No. How about you make it up to me with a dance?”

“Aren’t you on duty?”

“Nah, I just dress like this for fun,” he hooked his thumbs into the bulky sheriff’s vest, showing it off.

“Won’t it be a bad look for your father?” It was true his father’s election was going to be up soon.

“He’ll be alright. You running out of excuses?” Gator checked.

“I could just say ‘no.’ If you don’t want to take a hint,” she condescended, and that just made him want her all the more. No way in hell was she gonna say ‘no’ to him. He had all the power he needed in the envelope, who would even notice if a couple of the hundreds were missing? Taking less than a second to decide he pulled out the envelope and started counting out the hundred dollar bills that he definitely should not be spending at a strip club.

“Are you deaf? Or just dumb?” Candy frowned, but as he continued to count them she changed her tune, “Holy smokes, where’d you get all that?”

He waved three hundreds at her, “How bout that dance?”

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, struggling with the decision, but then she nodded in defeat, “Let’s go.” She hopped off the stage, and took his hand in her own. Her hand was trembling, until she squeezed him a little harder, and he pretended not to notice it. Pretended he was far too preoccupied with the way her ass swayed back and forth in her little white lace underwear.

In the private room there was one lone chair in the center with dark velvet couches surrounding it. As she stepped into the room her white undergarments turned dark red with the lights. She led him to the chair in the center of the room, shoving him down roughly. He made a show of it for her, collapsing into the chair even though he was barely moved from her hands pushing his chest, “Take it easy, baby.”

She ignored him, sliding her hands across his chest into his leather jacket, to slip it off, taking his vest with it. She hooked it on the back of the chair, which still left him in his bulky hoodie.

“That’s more like it, sweetheart,” he grinned as she walked in front of him again. He drank her in once again now that he had her all to himself. Her slim ankles wrapped in the white plastic straps of the clear high heels that were giving her an extra half foot at least. She looked a little unsteady as his gaze raked up the stockings, lingering on the smooth bare skin of her upper thigh. He imagined for a moment how her legs would wrap around him, how he’d grip her hips. The swell of her hips was accentuated as she took a small step toward him, shifting her weight. As his eyes moved up he found her chest rising and falling in quick breathes, her breasts spilling out of the wired corset cups on every intake. Her blush went all the way down her neck, and when his gaze flickered up to her eyes she cast hers to the floor.

“Don’t get all shy on me now,” he admonished half-heartedly, pleased with her little show of innocence. It was charming.

She took another deep breath, drawing his attention back down to her breasts once again, and unballed her fists, starting to undo the bottom of her corset top. He watched her struggle with the little wire clasps that ran up the front for a long minute before he finally huffed a little laugh, “You need a hand?”

She looked up at him with those big brown eyes, and he wondered if it was more than just a show. Then she frowned and gritted, “Shut up.” And he knew it wasn’t. And that made his cock twitch in his pants. She finally got all the clasps undone and then tossed the offending garment on the couch beside her, unable to hide her pride at getting the damned thing off. She locked her arms in front of her, covering up her exposed nipples. He barely caught a glimpse of the pink skin. And then she seemed to realize what she had done and forced her arms behind her back, sticking out her chest.

“I’ve never done this before,” she finally confessed, but he had gathered that.

“I can tell,” he chuckled, “This might be the worst strip dance I’ve ever seen.”

That seemed to set something off in her. He was good at setting people off. Her cheeks were puffed out in anger as she slowly sank down to her knees, not bothering to hide her disgust at the old tile floors. And then she crawled on her hands and knees to him, swaying her hips and holding his stare like it was a challenge. He kicked his boots out on either side of him, making room for her between his thighs. Then he locked his fingers behind his head and reclined a little, the picture of unbothered, indifferent to her. And he saw exactly what he wanted. That angry determination swirling in those narrowed eyes as she let her cheek rest on his inner thigh.

She ran her hands up his shins, to the expanse of his muscular thighs. He felt the heat of her palm reach the bulge of his hardening cock, straining under his cargo pants. Her brow went up in accusation, “For the worst dance you’ve ever had, you seem to be enjoying it.”

“I’m easy,” he shrugged. Then her tongue was licking a stripe over the outline of his dick and his mouth fell open as he was unable to maintain his cool attitude toward the half naked woman between his legs. That had to be against the rules.

Before he could recover she was swinging her hips to the low vibrations of the bass that penetrated the room. She came up to her full height, giving him an eyeful of her breasts, making his mouth start salivating. Maybe he had just fallen for an act of innocence. Massaged them in his face, letting her head roll back as she let a small moan slip past her lips. His hands were moving on their own, in an attempt to assist her, when she slapped them away, “Hands by your side, deputy, or I’ll use your stupid cuffs on you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he drawled out slow, gripping the sides of the chair to keep them there, but her threat just turned him on even more. Having her handcuff him sounded like a damn good time to him.

She swung one leg over his so her back was to him, and crawled down the slope of his leg, leaving her ass high in the air, and his hands squeezing the sides of the chair as she bounced a little on his leg. And then in time with music she was snapping back to sitting upright and grinding her hips just an inch above his thigh, letting him see that she was actually getting wet. Then she stepped out again, twisting to face him and kicked one of his boots so his legs came together before she sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and playing with his hair just enough to make his head lull back and seek her fingers. He hadn’t felt a touch like that in years, something intimate and gentle. Hell, if he knew a strip dance felt this good he would’ve started skimming money a long time ago, but he had a feeling it was just her making him feel this way.

She bit her lip, trying to contain a grin, and he felt like he was losing the game he had set up. But she made losing feel good.

Then the song switched from fast paced to a slow jam and she lit up, standing to dance in front of him once again. She was familiar with the song, mouthing the words as she ran her hands up her body and tangled them in her hair the way his hands wanted to. While she mouthed the explicit lyrics, he imagined her in his ear whispering filth only he would ever hear.

Her body rolled in time with the slow beat and she ran her hand down between her breasts, over her flat stomach and dipped between her legs for just a second before she pulled her hand back and ran her tongue over them, her tongue that was nearly on his dick when he had ticked her off. “You want a taste?” she asked, tilting her head curiously, and only then had he noticed his mouth had fallen open in want. He only nodded, sticking his tongue out as she stepped closer to him again with her outstretched hand. Her fingers were glossy from her spit as she brushed them gently over his upper lip, avoiding his tongue, and then pulled back, leaving him running his tongue along his lip trying to taste her. He thought maybe she was wearing some kind of strawberry chapstick as he savored a distant artificial sweetness.

He hummed his approval, and when he caught her eye again her pupils were blown wide. He could nearly see himself reflected in them. He was in a similar state. And then she stepped one leg between his and slowly lowered her hips onto his thigh, grinding on him in time with the music. Her skin was hot, like her entire body was blushing. It gave him goosebumps under his jacket where her warmth couldn’t reach.

And then she made a noise in the back of her throat that had him choking on the air in the room, which was suffocating him with a palpable heat. It wasn’t an over the top moan like from the porn he usually watched, it was a whine she had tried to hide but it slipped past her lips anyways. It was the sexiest thing he had ever heard in his life.

She bit her lip and looked at him apologetically, “Hah, sorry.” And the weight of her lifted up, before his hands flew out to stop her.

“No, don’t stop,” he lifted his knee in a jerk response, applying more pressure to her clit. He pulled and pushed her waist back and forth over his thigh, making her breath quicken. She was so sensitive, shaking like a leaf as he pushed his thigh up hard against her, with intention. He wanted to give her that friction which clearly affected her. His eyes traveled down her body to find a wet spot on his camouflage, “Gonna make a mess on my trousers, girl.”

She looked away in embarrassment as he looked up at her in awe. Her lower lip trembled as he leaned forward, bringing his hand to cradle her cheek. He was completely entranced in her glowing red face. He wanted to stop the anxious tremble of her lip, soothe her embarrassment away however he could. But he found no words, instead leaning in, and letting his eyes slip closed as he brushed his thumb down her bottom lip. He could feel her sharp intake of breath nearly against his mouth. He can’t remember wanting something as simple as a kiss with such an intensity before.

She shoved at his chest and stumbled backwards, catching herself on the edge of the couch. His head was spinning from the whiplash as he watched her catch her breath moving as far away from him as the couch would allow.

“No kissing the clients,” she finally spoke after a few beats of heavy breathing.

“No? Just everything else?” He joked a little, trying to recover his own breathing and will his raging erection to go away. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she started clipping the corset back on.

He stood and slid back into his leather jacket and vest, slicking his hair back which had gotten a little disheveled when she played with it earlier. Then she awkwardly put her hand out and he remembered what he had promised her for such a nice private dance and handed her three hundred, “That’s some technique for your first time.”

“I’m a quick learner,” she nodded, gripping the cash like he was going to snatch it back from her and run. She led him back out into the main room without so much as looking at him and then ran back to the locker rooms, still a little unsteady as his eyes followed her out.

“I’ve been waiting out here for nearly a half hour,” complained Henry, getting up from the bar when he saw Gator. He barely understood the words, too busy thinking about how there was no way in hell he could wait another two weeks to see her again. She gave him a high he knew he’d be hooked on until the day he died. He figured he’d be a married man and still jerk off to her.

“Boy! You hear me? When your daddy hears about you fucking around--” Henry started to threaten, finally pulling Gator’s attention away from the girl. The shove of the white envelope into Henry’s chest cut him off.

“My daddy ain’t gonna hear about it, unless you want me burning this money up and telling him you fucking backward ass hillbillies lost it,” he said it softly with a half smile, contrasting the shouting of the older man who got even angrier as he lost his power.

“We’ll see about that. Don’t make me wait while you’re getting your dick sucked. If you’re daddy don’t make you answer to him. I’ll make you answer to me. Understand, son?”

“Maybe if your wife was better at it you wouldn’t have had to wait so long,” Gator leaned into the man, his hand hovering over the gun in his thigh holster.

“Alright, your time's coming, boy. Your time’s coming.”

“Whatever you say, Henry,” Gator grinned at him, “I’ll see you later.” He waved himself out and hopped into his truck.

He reached for his vape in his pocket, taking a long drag reigniting the buzz in his head that was worked up in the back room of The Tender Trap. He was trying to remember the way her face looked when she moaned, but his memories weren’t coming out right. He needed to see her again. And soon enough he was hard again as he drove back to the Tillman Ranch. The road was lonely and dark that night as he started to touch himself.

[bethecliche]

best friends l steve harrington x f!original character

summary: it is very difficult to be in love with your best friend and feel jealous every time another boy approached. masking his feelings with arrogance and dating other girls to forget her, steve reached his limit. word count: 3.9k content: female reader (no mention of genitalia), no mention of skin color (but mention of hair color), no use of y/n, non canon

In Steve's mind, he never had a chance for romance. At least not when it came to Nicole.

He had been in the girl's hands for a long time, he would do anything and more for her, everything. This included carrying her backpack with the excuse that she was too weak for the weight or sitting in the backseat of Keith's car because he knew she hated feeling left out of the conversation going on in the front seat. He also offered her his coat every time they went out with the excuse that her health was shit and she could get sick easily, when in reality he just wanted to see her wearing his clothes (and not get sick, of course). Although his attitudes were somewhat affectionate, she didn't seem to notice the signs.

They remained in a flirtatious relationship, always close to each other, even when nothing was happening. Of course he preferred them to be together, but he didn't have the courage to open his heart to another girl only to be rejected again. This dynamic was comfortable for Steve for months, however, he had to admit that lately seeing so many interactions between the blonde and his best friend made his fists clench.

The Incredible Q (short form Incredible Quartet, as they liked to call the group) was extremely functional. Steve and Robin were the unbeatable duo and they were more than happy when they met Keith and Nicole working at Family Video. The girls became close very quickly, while with Steve, he created a love-hate friendship with the blondie. He never interpreted the other pair's friendship as something more. For Steve, Keith and Nicole were like him and his lesbian best friend: it would never happen, they just got along really well.

Despite this, everything has changed in recent weeks. Keith was planning to work as a lifeguard over the summer and invited her to join him, which she agreed to immediately. The two were also always at the counter together, exchanging secret matters. It even got to the point where customers commented that the two were very cute together and made a great couple. He would be a liar if he said he wasn't bothered by it.

Today, in particular, this was clearer. The foursome had agreed to watch a movie at Keith's house and nothing bothered Steve more than the two of them talking during the entire plot being shown on television. They always did this, they always needed to analyze action films and plot their escapes in horror films, as well as incorporating each character's personality to decide whether or not to root for them. For whatever reason, that was not the case of the day. Nic was distant and barely opened her mouth to participate in the conversation. In Steve's mind, she was angry about something and in order not to be talking to her friends, one of them had to have done something and he was shaking his foot nervously thinking about what it could have been.

Nic sat on the floor with her knees drawn up to her chest, frowning as a murder scene played on the television. It seemed to be an important scene for understanding the movie, but Steve wasn't able to watch it, as it meant taking his eyes off the girl and having to focus on something that wasn't her. Could he have done something wrong to upset her? He talked nonsense all day long, he never got tired of being the group's comedian with his unwanted and off-key comments, but she was used to it... wasn't she? Nothing ever made her so angry that she was cold and distant. It was as if she was isolating herself from him on purpose. But why would she do such a thing?

“It's almost nine o'clock, Steve.” Keith said slowly, so distracted by the movie that he didn't bother to look in his friend's direction. “Didn't you need to be with the chosen girl of the night around this time?”

Looking at his wristwatch, Steve stretched his arms and glanced at Nic, trying to see if she was interested in the side conversation and the answer was no, she wasn't. Her eyes were focused exclusively on the television, not moving an inch since the last time he looked at her. For a moment, Steve remained motionless, waiting for someone to do or say something else. Maybe ask him to stay or make a joke, but the friends remained quiet. He sighed and got up from the floor where he was, wiping the back of his pants.

“Yeah, cool. I'm leaving now.” He said. “We’re going to the drive-in, I think I have a chance to make out with her.”

This was supposed to be a joke, something to lighten the mood or at least make Nic smile while rolling her eyes, but all the girl did was continue to be distracted by A Nightmare on Elm Street 2 playing in the back of the room, a new release that Robin snuck in from the video store.

“Have manners, asshole. The girls are here.” The boy rolled his eyes and Robin continued speaking with a jocular smile. “And if Chloe has a brain, I doubt she'll come up with anything involving you. I'll be impressed if she shows up.”

“Hilarious, Robs.” He pretended to laugh. “Do you need anything before I leave?”

Steve said half-heartedly wanting to stay. Keith raised his finger asking him to be quiet for a minute, paying attention to the exact moment he could pause without disturbing the immersion of the film. After the scene cooled down, he turned to his friend.

“Why would we need anything from you?”

“I don't know, man..” Steve shrugged, a little uncomfortable with his hands in his jeans pocket without looking directly at anyone. “I can bring some water, get more beers, make more popcorn…”

“We're good, Steve. You can enjoy the night your way.” Keith turned his attention to the TV and put his arm around Nicole, who rested her head on his shoulder.

“If you want privacy, just say it. I even give you some of my condoms, if you're going to use them, of course.” As if a demon had possessed his body, Steve began the greatest nonsense he could say with mockery in his voice. What was a joke in his head came out much more offensive than he expected. “Just don't do anything in front of Rob, she could be traumatized.”

“Fuck you, man.” Robin, who was lying on Keith’s bed, threw a pillow at the tall man. “Just get out of here and don't do anything stupid today, you hear?” She took a quick look at her friends sitting on the floor, who chose to ignore Steve in favor of peace. She knew what was wrong with her friend and wanted to make sure Steve didn't make the same mistake with another girl.

“Me?” He placed his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. “I would never do something like that!”

Once again, he waited to see if anyone —especially Nic— would say anything. Anything. A goodbye or see you later, at least, but when he saw that wasn't going to happen, Steve rolled his eyes and left the house in long strides.

“Are you okay?” Asked Rob, getting out of bed and pausing the film to support her friend. Keith tried to calmly stroke her hair, showing that he was there for her.

The two of them were the only ones in the world who knew her true feelings towards Steve. Keith, as a great friend, noticed that she was enchanted as soon as the boy started working with them. Shortly thereafter, Robin caught her admiring him on her lunch break and connected one dot to the other. She didn't need to admit her feelings out loud, they were very clear and, like fate, her friends tried to protect her from the foolish things Steve did, especially not engaging when it came to the boy's love life, something she didn't like to know at all.

“Nic, how will he know how you feel if you never tell him? It's better than staying like this.”

“Hell, K. As if it were as easy to do as it is to say, don't you think?” The tears began to accumulate more in her eyes and she finally let out her tears in her friend's arms. “This idiot has a different girl drooling over him every day of the week. What can I do? Show up with a ring declaring my crush while he's there sticking his tongue down Saturday's girl's throat? I mean, does he need to show off the way he just did? This drives me crazy.”

“The atmosphere became very tense today, very quickly. Didn't you notice there was something strange? He acted more of a jerk than he usually does.”

“It's getting harder and harder to be around him... I've been thinking about taking a break from Family Video, you know.”

The two looked in shock and started talking over each other about how she shouldn't make that mistake.

“I need to go to the bathroom, like, now, but just wait, we'll have a serious talk about how you can't quit your job because of a boy. Especially for an idiot like our friend!” Rob ruffled the blonde's hair in a friendly way before running out of the room.

Nic nodded and got up from the floor, walking to the bedroom window to get some fresh air. Keith followed, smiling awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

“Hey, Harrington is a fucking idiot who doesn't see what's an inch from his own face.” He murmured, placing his hands on her face to wipe away her tears. She didn't always get to see Keith's loving side, so she took advantage of his friend's affection in his moment of weakness, letting go of his hands to hug him tightly.

“I can't take this anymore, liking him hurts too much. I need to move on before it hurts me more and damages our friendship.” Nic said between sniffles. “I swear, if he-”

“Wow!” Steve's voice echoed in the room and the two friends quickly separated. Nic turned her back so Steve wouldn't see the tears and her red eyes. “You two are fast, huh? I think you should go to the drive-in too, if you're looking for that much privacy… You waited until Rob left the room, didn't you?”

Nic rolled her eyes and went towards the bed, to sit away from the two. How audacious that stupid boy had to ruin the moment between friends.

“Hey, you don't need to be so ashamed, so shy.” He raised his hands in a sign of redemption. “I didn't want to interrupt you.”

“You didn't interrupt a damn thing and you know it. What are you doing here, anyway?” Keith complained.

“Made the girl give up? Five minutes seems to be the new record for how long someone can last being around you.” Murmured Nic. She didn't want him to notice her comment, but she also didn't want to stop speaking her mind.

“I forgot my wallet, hothead.” He went to Keith's nightstand, putting his wallet back in his pocket and while heading back to the door, he stopped in front of Nicole. “And what's your problem today? Are you having PMS? Or did you happen to fail to catch the attention of someone on the football team today?”

“Harrington, seriously, man. You're not being funny today and it's best to keep quiet while we're still cool.” The taller one warned, taking the remote control to play back the movie and distract his best friend.

“No, Keith, I want to know what her problem is. I'm curious to know why she has to treat me like shit all day long.”

"You know what? Enjoy your date, asshole." She grabbed her bag from the corner of the bed and stood up, looking Steve straight in the eyes. "I hope today's STI is different from the ones you may already have."

Steve watched in complete confusion as the girl left, but before he could follow her and continue to insist on the obvious problem, Keith pushed him to the other side of the room. A long, deep and heavy sigh escaped the taller's lips when he had to, once again, pause the movie. His eyes twitched with irritation and his arms crossed his chest in anger.

“I just wanted to watch the fucking movie. Is that too much to ask?” As soon as he finished the sentence, Rob returned to the room asking why Nicole had left suddenly.

“What's her deal?” Steve asked, ignoring their comments.

“‘What's her deal?’ You are really that stupid.” Rob cursed, lying down on the bed again and giving Keith a look that meant it was time to talk.

A few hours after the whole mess, Nic was home wearing her pink pajamas and ankle socks as she headed downstairs for a snack to watch a rerun of The Facts of Life on NBC. Since she hadn't finished the movie with her friends, at least she could end the day feeling like she did something.

A knock on the door made her stop in her tracks. Her parents had gone out for the night, and when she noticed the time, her stomach lurched with anxiety at who might be bothering her around midnight. She hated being alone.

Since the lights were off and she could just pretend not to be home, Nicole debated whether or not she should open the door. Already with her hand on the doorknob, a familiar voice shouted from outside.

“It's me, idiot. Open the door!” Steve shouted.

“What the fuck?” Whispered the confused girl before opening the door wide open.

There was Steve Harrington with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders forward, a little uncomfortable and with a worried look. For the first time in a long time, he looked like he didn't know what to say.

“What are you doing here at this hour? My parents could be here. Do you know how pissed they would be if they saw you knocking on the door late like this?” She shouted.

“Yes, sorry, but that couldn't wait.” Steve nodded asking for permission to enter the house and Nic granted, slamming the door behind him and turning on the lights in the room.

“What couldn't wait? Is Keith okay, Robs?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Yah, nothing has happened to the two of them since the last few hours you saw them. I'm fine too, thanks for asking.” He shook his head, already regretting having said that. “Sorry. I... Nic, I heard something today and I just need to know if it's true.”

Nic frowned at the request and tried to search her mind for a possible answer.

“If it is true? What are you talking about?” The only thing that could have happened since the last time they saw each other was Steve’s date. Anger was already starting to course through her body just thinking about him with another girl and even more so talking about her. Annoyed, Nic pointed her finger in his face. “That preppy said something about me, didn't she? I'm tired of your girlfriends picking on me or Rob.”

“No, Nic, it wasn't like that at all. I didn't even show up for my date with Sophie.”

“Chloe. There are so many that you can't even remember them.” She said the last part very quietly. Steve closed his eyes in annoyance and gestured with his hands for her to stop interrupting.

“Chloe, Sophie, it doesn't matter who it was.” He said with a shrug. “The important thing is that I didn't go. I stayed and talked to Keith and Robin after you left.”

His eyes showed a raw intensity and Nic could feel something different in his posture after he finished his sentence. Steve ran his hands through his hair, a little nervous, but he didn't look away, waiting for his friend's reaction. He did not reveal in her speech what he talked about with their friends, but by his attitude of coming to her house and wanting to question her, it was a little implicit what it was about.

Nic turned away and walked towards the other side of the room, leaning against the top of the fireplace and pretending to be interested in anything other than to keep the subject.

“Okay, you didn't need to come here at midnight to tell me what we do all the time, which is talk. That's it? You can go now.”

Steve got out of his stance and went to the other side of the room, where she was, pulling her by her shoulder so that she faced him.

“Stop this shit, Nic. You know what I talked to them about. It's been months, almost a year... Every day, at work or among friends, we were together and always had this atmosphere between us. We held hands the entire trip to Indianapolis in the fall and you know the looks we exchanged to the sound of Daryl Hall & John Oates. They were singing to us.”

Nicole looked down at the floor.

In early September, on a warm fall day, the Incredible Q took their first and only car trip to another city to enjoy a festival together. The long drive to Indiana's capital brought Steve and Nicole closer, who sat together in the back seat humming Out of Touch, their favorite song, eager to hear it live. As soon as the instrumental started, they jumped at each other, happy to be living that experience. Robs was flirting with a girl she met at the entrance and Keith was fixated on the performance, both too distracted to notice the passionate looks their friends were exchanging. If it weren't for the crowd pushing the two at the end of the song, it was quite possible that they would have kissed there and that the situation today would not have existed in their lives.

“But you and Keith... lately it feels like there's something more there and I don't want to get hurt again, so I shut myself down and act like I did today, like an idiot. Forgive me, please, I will never talk to you like that again.”

“Keith is like a brother to me, it's so obvious. Why on earth would you believe anything other than that? You are always by our side, seeing our relationship which is the same as yours and Robs!” She shook her head in pure confusion. “What has been happening to you recently?”

With long strides, she began to walk away, heading towards the door to ask Steve to leave and let her sleep in peace. The conversation was already making her stressed.

Once again, Steve tugged on her shoulder, although now he didn't let go. She bent forward, so she would be looking into his eyes and showing her sincerity.

“I'm in love with you, Nicole. Extremely in love. I don’t get how you didn’t realize this before. Soon I'm going to start charging you for running around my head all day.” He smiled, hoping to lighten the mood with the playful comment. Nicole, however, didn't move her face. Afraid of losing his attention, he cleared his throat and continued sternly. “After Nancy, I felt like I was losing the girl I like to the other guy once again. But now the pain wasn't going away, I couldn't think about anything other than you. I want you.”

The first time they watched movies together as a group, the work chosen was The Thing. Everyone there had already seen it, except the blonde, who wasn't used to the horror genre. Noticing the girl's fear, Steve covered her eyes every time a scary scene appeared. As soon as she regained her vision, the first thing she saw was the smiling boy looking at her, saying everything was fine.

Since the day she realized she was in love with Steve, since that movie session in '84 at Keith's house, Nicole dreamed of hearing from him that she was also in love. However, in the context they were in, the taste was bitter.

“When you went out with that guy from the team, I freaked out. I thought... I thought you would feel jealous if you saw me with another girl too. I know I'm an idiot and I don't owe you an apology alone. I enlarged a lot of things to look like a lady killer. In my head, for some reason, you would see me as someone experienced. If I wasn't going to be with you, I thought I would eventually move on with another girl, but I can't. The truth is, I don't even want to. So tell me, what they told me�� is it true? Do you like me too?”

No response was given at first. She couldn't think of what would be more appropriate to say. Her body trembled the more she stared at Steve, but she also didn't have the courage to look anywhere other than his eyes.

“For months, have we been fooling ourselves about our feelings when the truth is that we could have been together from the beginning, no problem?” She took a step closer to Steve.

She wasn't sure if her heart was pounding or if that sound she heard was coming from the boy. On her face, validation of her confession, with the worried look of what his response might be. Taking a deep breath and gathering courage, Nicole spoke out the three words she had been holding back for so long.

“I like you. Like, a lot.” Her voice was soft and Steve started to smile when he heard the sentence. He was already melting inside when he pressed his forehead to hers. “Do you believe we can work it out?”

The answer they were both looking for came in the form of a kiss. Their first kiss.

The bitter taste of the day became sweet, chocolate to be more specific. Fulfilling a great wish, her hands went to the boy's hair, who smiled at the kiss and moved away.

“It's always been your dream to mess up my hair, hasn't it?” She nodded yes, also smiling. It was a relaxed moment they needed to calm down. “I'll let you do it again, then.”

His hands were initially on her back, cradling her gently in the comfort of his arms, and then went to her face, caressing the teenager's flushed cheeks. She shivered under his touch, feeling her body heat up more and more. She didn't go back to ruffling his hair, she was too distracted by how gently he was slowly kissing her. She was very shy, as if she had never kissed before, afraid of making a "mistake", however, it flowed naturally between the two.

She was feeling so good, enveloped in his presence, in his scent, in his touches as she deepened the kiss. His fingers slid from her face back to her body, specifically her waist, pulling her closer.

“Steve. We're not doing anything wrong, are we? Aren't we going to wake up tomorrow and fight again or are you going to forget everything you said to me out of the blue?” She murmured against his lips.

“We're kissing and there's nothing wrong with that. In fact, that’s the only right thing I did all day.” He replied with his eyes closed, whispering back, before returning to the kiss. It was as if he was hypnotized. “I want you to be mine, because I am completely yours.”

They could have a serious and detailed conversation the next day, pointing out all the failures of the past and the promises for the future. The feelings now, however, could no longer wait.

[floredaqueen]

The Girls Are Fighting

This is a wip of what I decided to do with Steve! Also, I'm finally drawing Gator again! I hope he.. yknow.. It looks like Gator, lmao

Enjoy! And I hope to get the finished product soon♡♡

[werdlewrites]

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summary: “Y’know the rules, Harrington.” The teen puffs out his cheeks, blowing a raspberry as he raises a fist and begins to count every finger that extends. “Don’t stay out late. Keep the walkie-talkie on. Don’t talk t’strangers. Don’t do drugs. Always be on high alert.” The two men locked eyes, one almost beaming with enthusiasm while the other seemed entirely unimpressed. “How’d I do?” Hopper says nothing in response to the boy. He takes another sip of his coffee, eyes now on the Autumn as he nods in approval. “Dress warm.” wc: 3,530 warnings: STEVE FLUFF, hallucinations, panic

So, this was 17.

She remembers what it was like to wake up on her 16th birthday. The smell of warmth and cinnamon in the chilly morning as her father plated pancakes for the two of them. A gesture not often shown and accepted with great appreciation. There was an entire day planned out for the two of them. She would unwrap the small presents he’d been collecting over time, learning from hard lessons that he could never shop when time wasn’t on his side. Autumn would wear something new he had gotten her, and they would travel outside of Hawkins to her favorite shop. She spent at least over an hour scouting out various books, crystals, and instruments she had a fascination with. She would pause and stare at something for just a little too long in debate, and he would swoop in to pay the price.

Steve wasn’t in the picture, then. His absence felt like a dagger buried deep in her chest, twisting and pulling until she found herself on Jonathan’s doorstep, ready to continue the celebration with laughter and warmth. But she would lie awake in wonder if he was thinking about her and the smiles they shared, just as she did.

The bitterness of coffee seeps into the darkened wood of the cabin. It bleeds through and pulls her from a quiet night of rest, yet still too lazy to roll out from her bed. There’s no sweet syrup, or the sizzle of batter on a hot pan. Just the gentle thud of his heavy footsteps as he moves down below, trying not to disturb her. No soft sounds from the radio as her father plays a classic tune. Autumn lies there for an unknown amount of time, heavy eyes locked on the beams above and the eyes of nature imprinted through the structure. They stare back. Mocking and pointing out the drastic change in her life in such a short amount of time. How she could no longer recognize the girl she met in reflections.

So, this was 17.

A rumble of hunger has her turning over–inching toward the edge for her feet to rest upon the chilled flooring. Her head rolls from side to side, letting bones crack and settle before her focus shifts to a familiar object across the way. It’s set just by the edge of the attic–tossed aside as she climbed in for bed. The brown wrapping paper was still fully intact, with small animals beckoning for her. She obliges.

The box is carted back toward her bed, illuminated by the glow of morning as she begins to tear at the paper. Slowly, she reveals a checkered pattern along a wooden surface. It’s nearly pristine. Shining beneath the sunlight. She could have mistaken it for something brand new if she hadn’t noticed the small scuff marks along the edges. Or the small loss of sheen as pieces rubbed away at the finish.

It had been well-loved once upon a time. Had this belonged to Dr. Owens? Did he no longer find a use for it, thinking she may give it the love it deserved? It was one of the oddest things been given, for sure. But, she still slides the game board free from the box to peek inside - and her heart slows to a halt.

The girl's veins fill with shards of ice, aching as her body slowly locks up with a mind empty of thought. Unable to turn away–unable to hide from another nightmare as it slips into reality.

Various birds lay in an organized fashion. Perfectly placed and nestled into their felt bedding. She’s seen them all before - in dreams or hallucinations. In that place, she’s constantly pulled back to–the darkness. Where the world peels away little by little - like old, rotten paint falling away to reveal what's beneath. The white walls decorated with the brilliant color of a rainbow and proudly displayed drawings from children.

The voices of people she cannot put a face to yet finds a familiarity with as they go over the rules of the game. Her hands are much smaller compared to her opponent. Small, and frail. She moves every piece to mirror his own, facing down enemies without confidence. But, she finds trust. Piece by piece, they shift. The man acts as a guide at first, letting her find comfort before she moves the pawns across the board, no longer needing his aid.

A small hand raises, finger hovering just over the raven and watching as it begins to slide across the surface with ease, and without contact. “No,” he interrupts. Tiny fingers coil back, hand slipping away with hesitation before the other continues. “You can do better.” And so the hand falls to the girl's lap, fist wound tight against thighs as she stares at the piece - pressure building at the center of her mind until the raven settles in its new square. There’s a breath of relief and a chuckle of approval across the way, “Good.”

Victory is short-lived. A chest swelled with pride deflates the moment a white raven swoops in without mercy. He plucks the girl's piece from the board to set aside with his building collection. “But not good enough.”

A thunderous noise from below shocks Autumn back into the present. Her vision was hazy yet locked in a trance on the checkered boxes. The wooden pieces had been pulled from the depths - by her hand, or something else, she cannot tell. They lay scattered across the board, some rolled off onto the comforter. A lone king remains - a tall eagle entangled in the chains that hold him down. Keep it contained and imprisoned.

It stares in her direction with purpose, bringing attention to the ache in her fingers as they strangle a blackened bird in her hand. Trembling fingers work to pry themselves apart, revealing that same peacock that has followed her through dreams - through another time.

“Autumn?” Hopper's voice rings out, calling to her from the main level and the bird falls from her hand. It clatters along the floor, rolling from her sight as she moves with desperation. The board is pushed back, along with the king and other fallen pieces. They all vanish in the storm that rips through her body. A breath of life finally fills her chest, though it’s panicked. She tugs at blankets until she can no longer see the brown and white squares, shoving at the pieces until they all slip away from her mattress, eager to forget what she’s seen.

“Everything okay up there?”

“Fine!” The lies continue as she calls back. The sound of her voice was shockingly frail and cracked. She stares down at her hands, making sure they are truly…hers. Not of a child, but of someone who’s seen what reckless teenage behavior can do. The small scars from careless actions or the dented nails of anxiety.

“You have a visitor,” his tone is more irritable. A low grumble of something incoherent as he waits at the base of the ladder.

“Tell them t’come back later. I’m not really-”

He scoffs at her response–just barely on the verge of laughing as he pulls away from the wall to move elsewhere. “That’s not likely,” is how he ends it. Leaving the girl in total silence, still struggling to come down from the high of what she’s just seen, and now a budding frustration toward her guardian.

When her chest stills and her mind has cleared itself of fog, she puts on a brave face. Bury the troubles in the corners of her mind like she had always done, so that she could make it through another day. So no one could see the burden she carried. But as she peeks just over the edge of an open attic, the mask slips. A familiar brunette stands awkwardly in the small living room. Hands perched on cocked hips as he sways back and forth impatiently. He’s avoiding the narrowed stare of the chief of police. “Steve?”

Doe-like eyes dart in her direction, curved lips stretching to a soft grin. The boy is unphased by her expression of surprise or the baggy pajamas she still wears. “Want me t’come back later?” he teased, still wearing a look of amusement as she quietly pondered what to say.

She hadn’t seen or spoken to him in days. Not after what happened. Not after she fell into his arms with blinding tears in her eyes. She waits at the edge, convincing herself that this is no hallucination or bad dream. This was the real Steve. His warmth and bright eyes. Nothing like the coldness she had felt in that awful place inside her mind. Hesitantly, she climbs down to meet him with arms crossed over her chest. Remaining cautious and distant.

“What’re you doing here?”

For a moment, his face blanks. Forgetting that things are different - more than just different. More than a reunion between two friends. Her life was entirely altered and off-kilter, not knowing where to stand or where to go. “It’s your birthday.” He states plainly.

Steve finds his spirit lightened when he hears her snort. Lips pulled to a timid smile as she mutters, “I know that.”

“Well,” his hands rub frantically together, the excitement bubbling up until he spreads his arms out wide with a toothy grin. “I’m here t’celebrate!”

The girl's smile falls to a flatline, brows furrow together as she eyes him carefully. Her old friend was not typically the most eager in the morning, especially on a holiday vacation. “Steve, it’s 10 AM.”

The boy's arms fall to rest in a familiar place. One hand raised to confirm the time on his watch, and then he waved her away defensively. “I know. We’re starting late. So, go,” he gestures towards her figure. Fingers twirling midair as the words lodge in his throat, reddening his skin. “Put something on.”

A crooked, disbelieving smirk shines on the girl's face. Neck twisting to catch sight of Hopper's lack of amusement. Steve’s done a lot for the two of them while her world crumbled and slipped through the gaps. He’s provided a helping hand. A shelter when the sheriff couldn’t stand at her back for protection. He’s given comfort and smiles when it is most needed. And despite all he’s done, it gives the older male little comfort in letting her go.

But, he gives his blessing with the tilt of his head and shrugs of his shoulders. “Y’know the rules, Harrington.”

The teen puffs out his cheeks, blowing a raspberry as he raises a fist and begins to count every finger that extends. “Don’t stay out late. Keep the walkie-talkie on. Don’t talk t’strangers. Don’t do drugs. Always be on high alert.” The two men locked eyes, one almost beaming with enthusiasm while the other seemed entirely unimpressed. “How’d I do?”

Hopper says nothing in response to the boy. He takes another sip of his coffee, eyes now on the Autumn as he nods in approval. “Dress warm.”

Attention is locked on the contents of her bag, checking that nothing had been left behind in the diner when she notices the ground is no longer painted in the glow of a setting sun. The light is gone–swallowed up by an eclipse as ash rains down from the sky. It dances through the air with every step, quickly coating the top of her boots and dirtying her jeans. Autumn truly sees the world, then. Buildings collapsed and were pulled into the Earth by living vines.

It’s all so familiar. The cracks of lightning as they whip through the sky, illuminating the nothingness. The rumble of thunder that follows goes unheard, drowned out by a racing heart as it pounds in her ears. It’s a dream–it’s only a dream.

It’s not real.

But his presence is hard to ignore. That same chill radiates from his frozen form as he stands at her back, waiting just outside the now-empty diner. Her eyes close, and she recites the order of events in hushed whispers to herself. She had left that place - it had been days. He reluctantly let her go back to the cabin once her sobs had ceased. The sun had set and risen - she counted the hazy stars. Teeth chewed her lip raw from anxiety as she faced Dr. Owens for the first and second time.

She couldn’t be back in this place.

Not with him–whoever he truly was.

“Autumn?”

She can hear him at her back, his voice soothing and full of worry. The teen can’t help but feel as though it were a trick. Luring her in with familiarities before striking. She knows he’s not really there. Not the boy she once knew. Something twisted and evil lurks in her shadow, waiting for her to accept him.

“I could have saved you.”

Not real.

Not real!

“Aut?”

Focus snaps in the boy's direction, blinded by the sudden light that fills her vision. He’s shed the puffy winter coat, leaving it discarded somewhere in the back. The heat glides along their skin, leaving their cheeks tinted but blissful as it thaws frozen limbs. The run out to his car was short, but the snow had piled high enough to slip inside her boots as they trampled through the path.

Dampened toes curl, brushing up against abandoned boots, reminding her that this was real. His look of concern was real. Not the emptiness the other version of him held. Not the bitterness that dripped from that stranger's tongue. “You with me?” he questions, his eyes glancing from her to the road ahead on repeat.

All she can do is shake away the nerves, urging a smile to the front as she basks in the moment. The words “this is real” loop in her mind. “Yeah, m’good. Just thinkin’ about how long it’s been since we’ve done this.”

Those few words seem to shift the atmosphere by force. Taking hold and twisting it until the boy grows uncomfortable in his seat. “Yeah, it’s long overdue.” There’s visible discomfort in his expression, eyes forward but mind elsewhere as he muddles over the right words to say. A silent battle in his mind while his empty hand grips a denim-clad thigh. The nerves rise with the growing tides until they spill out. “Is this okay?”

Confused, she spares a glance his way. Noting how his eyes dart frantically between her and the journey ahead. “Y’know, this? Doing this? I didn’t like–I didn’t make you feel pressured t’go, right?”

Autumn’s tense shoulders sag, face softening as she watches him come undone before her. His vulnerability was proof enough that this was no dream - no nightmare. Just the same boy who panicked and stumbled over himself. Needing to be accepted by the people he gave his all to. King Steve was dead. Not just the title, but all of the false adopted traits he gathered over time. It was simply Steve.

“I mean, I don’t want t’assume that we’re-I don’t know. I–I just-”

“Steve,” the girl interrupts, eyes unreadable as they connect over the center console.

“Yeah?” he seems almost breathless as he responds. Hoping that in some way, they could just move on. Forget about this moment and how embarrassed his ramblings had made him. Skin flushed with knuckles white as they grip the wheel.

“Shut up.”

The boldness in her reply throws the boy off balance. There’s no more heated anxiety or timidness - just an empty mind as it rings out in his ears. Echoing and filling the gaps. In all of the years he’s known her, he’s always been able to pinpoint when Autumn was full of shit. When she was teasing, being a jerk, or seeming sincere. But now, with time and the erosion of her life, it’s unclear what it all means.

“I’m in your car, aren’t I? Like you said. No one, not even you, can make me do anything.”

It all takes a moment to sink in. A smile slowly inches toward the surface, full of light as he begins to relax in the driver's seat. Aching fingers release their strangled grip, letting the blood flow with ease. She chose to be here–wanted to be here. There was still a glimmer of hope, no matter how dark the world all seemed.

“Where the hell are we going, anyway?”

The pair had driven through town, passing every possible spark of interest for Autumn. Hawk Theater, the library, or even a place of peace and comfort just at the cliff of Lover’s Lake. Admiring the view as sunlight captured the glow of icy water and fresh snow. He wouldn’t spoil his plan–insisting she just sit and be patient. However, his encouragement to wear multiple layers was…alarming.

He had even promised that if she wasn’t happy, they could turn around and find a last-minute movie to enjoy. She spent the entire ride guessing, only to be shot down every time. Eventually, she ran out of ideas. Instead switching the conversation to Nancy, which he immediately began to fumble. His answers were short but honest. They were working on things, yet he was too shy to fully go into the details, unlike his somewhat ex-girlfriend who found confidence in confiding with another girl.

The conversation slowly fades out once his speed reduces, curiosity reaching its peak. He’s pulled into a lot, and it’s packed. Cooled cars sit along the treeline, entirely abandoned or the drivers mingle around with their children as they button up their heavy coats. They all seem to follow after one another - moving towards a park that no one seems to be taking advantage of. And as she spots the multiple, large inflatable tubes and sleds, she begins to understand why.

She calls his name, and all he can do is smile as he finds an empty spot toward the back. Telling her to get her shoes back on before he’s out of the car, jacket in hand as he moves toward the passenger side. Her door opens without thought - like it comes second nature to him. Unphased by her puzzled gaze beneath fallen hair while she forces each foot back into her boots.

“Unless you have a sled in your trunk, I think we’re pretty screwed.”

He scoffs, leading the way toward the snowy field with his fingers fiddling with his wallet. “Don’t worry about it. It’s covered.”

An older man stands with a smile on his face, speaking to parents as they exchange a few dollars for an inflated tube he keeps just at his back. They all move on, preparing their child just at the edge of what Autumn believes is a small hill. Steve does the same, ignoring her words of protest as he forces the handle into her hand.

There’s hesitation as she stands along the lineup of people, staring down a white expanse that is far longer and steeper than she pictured. And Steve can’t help but notice the sudden tension in her shoulders, or clench of her jaw. “What? Afraid of heights now?”

“No,” she bites back. “I’m afraid of what comes after.”

Steve can’t bury the smile so proudly on display, though there’s a teasing look in his eye as he suggests they go together. It’s all for her benefit, so she’s less afraid. But she scoffs at him and slams the object down, her torso pressed to the surface and in a matter of seconds, she abandons him at the top of the hill. She can hardly hear his cries of excitement as the wind overwhelms her senses.

It feels like it did all of those years ago. Careless and free. No longer imprisoned by her mind as it was filled with impossible things or voices from the unseen. Weakened wings were gaining their strength, reaching out to the sun so that she could finally fly. But it’s all over in an instant. She reaches the bottom and her pace begins to slow to a halt, a wild heart rate drowning out the sound of joyful children all around her. Or the hiss of plastic as it grinds against compacted snow, inching closer toward her with every second.

She’s breathless from the sudden adrenaline, aching eyes staring out into nothing until Steve slides into her view, just a few feet beyond her. There’s tension in his neck as he pulls at one handle, trying to shift the tilt before it surrenders and tosses him off to the side. You can hear his body collide with the ground, and a forced “oomph,” before he erupts in a fit of laughter.

“Well,” he grumbles between every huff, now up on his damp knees. “That could have been more graceful.”

The boy notices her intense stare and the quivering twitch of a smile. It all seems to speak for her when the words don’t reach her lips. She’s having genuine fun—excitement flooding through her veins to leave her dizzy. “What?” He asks, mimicking her expression as he finally stands, dusting away the snow.

“I want t’go again.”

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Empty

Steve Harrington x gn!reader

Summary: Reader is at their limit but Steve interrupts their plans for the end. (hurt/comfort fic)

Notes: Reader is Dustin's older sibling - you can interpret that however best fits for you. Biological, adopted, half, etc. Any works for this fic! Reader uses they/them pronouns. NO use of y/n. I can't even tell you how long this has been in my drafts bro

Trigger Warnings: no specific mental illness is mentioned but in a general sense, SEVERE depression is heavily implied. Detailed depictions of depression, self harm, suicidal thoughts, almost attempted suicide using pills (all from reader).

This fic has a fairly detailed moment where reader is cutting themselves. I wrote this originally only for myself as a form of comfort. Please THINK before you decide to read this. The most important thing here is for you to stay safe. The sole purpose of me posting this fic is for readers who are similar to myself that might find comfort in this, but not everybody will get the same thing out of this fic, so please please please do NOT read if this will trigger you in any way.

Empty. The room feels empty. Your heart feels empty. Your hope feels empty. The emptiness pierced through your chest like an arrow, cold and sharp and leaving you breathless. Your tears fall from your face like a flood as you sit on the ever-so-slightly scratchy carpet underneath you, one hand brushing over the fabric, the other playing with the necklace you wore around your neck. The necklace with the guitar pick. Eddie's guitar pick.

Eddie Munson was your best friend since the first grade. He meant the world to you. He helped you through your darkest times, the times when depression would hit too hard, the times you'd feel like you were wasted space in the world around you, the times you got too sick to function, the times you relapsed. He stayed there with you until his last dying breath, a breath that shouldn't have come. It wasn't at all fair that he died saving a town that only ever judged him, outcast him, berated him. It wasn't at all fair that he was gone.

He took that last dying breath only days after he witnessed the gruesome death of Chrissy Cunningham, framed for murder, and tragically stuck in the middle of the most cursed parts of Hawkins, Indiana. You'd been there before. Three times. Starting when your little brother's best friend, Will, disappeared. Dustin snuck around in secret at first, but you knew him well. You knew him better than anyone did, aside from maybe himself, so you figured it all out pretty quickly. And that's the thing about the trust between you two - it made it easy for him to tell you everything when you asked. To trust you to hold him in your arms on the most difficult nights, softly singing the lyrics to Heroes by David Bowie to help soothe him as he would slowly but surely fall asleep. Just like you did when you were younger.

Those three times had left you to mourn the loss of your friend, Barb, your little cat, Mews, and the man that made Joyce Byers smile for the first time in over a year, Bob. And as much as you hated Billy Hargrove - the man that abused his sister, Max Mayfield, made racist remarks about Lucas Sinclair, verbally spat in the faces of anybody he spoke to, and beat Steve Harrington to a pulp - even he had died tragically. Though you were sure it wouldn't have effected you near as much if it weren't for the shattered heart of Max Mayfield - a heart that you and your friends desperately tried to help piece back together - it still left your own heart heavy.

The fourth time around was different, though. As your best friend, you had done everything in your power to protect Eddie from the things you've had the misfortune of witnessing before, even if it created a barrier in the middle of your relationship. But the Upside Down had other plans when a monster named Vecna gave Eddie the burden of witnessing Chrissy shake in a trance, eyes rolling to the back of her head, floating, limbs folding and crunching, eyes sucked into her body. He had no choice but to be a part of it all. Vecna gave him no choice.

The monster got into the minds of anybody who was suffering. He fed off of defeat, distress, heartache... it made him stronger. He tried taking Max, and he almost got her, but Eleven brought her heart back. That didn't change the fact that she did die, though, even if only for a moment. It still gave Vecna that little ounce of power that he needed. The power to open up the rift to the Upside Down, a rift that split Hawkins into quarters... the great "earthquake" of Hawkins, Indiana.

You grieved the loss of Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, and even basketball player Jason Carver, all while praying desperately to anybody above who would listen that Max would wake up from a coma, miraculously escaping death. You all visited her every single day, none of you dared to leave her alone. Her hospital room, despite being arid and lifeless, was unofficially deemed the spot, all of you gathered there to hang out almost every day as she recovered. You covered the room in posters and knickknacks, left behind toys and board games that you could have simply brought back the next time you came, just to mask the bleak atmosphere. It took half a year, but your prayers were answered, and she did miraculously escape death.

Two years later and her body grows closer and closer to fully healing everyday. Her sight came back faster than her smiles, but eventually, she got those back too.

But the reason for your tears as you sit on the floor in a dark, empty room at this very moment, gripping onto the pick that hung around your neck, wasn't to mourn your best friend Eddie Munson. The pick only helped to nudge a few breaths back into you, reminding you about all of the times Eddie held you in his arms and begged you to keep going, to stay alive, trying desperately to convince you of the truth - that everyone around you loved and needed you here, that you couldn't die, not even if it was at your own hand.

The reason was your mind. The way your thoughts were able to make your heart ache, your body shake, your lungs desperately scratch for air. You felt like you were drowning, and to make things worse, you had no one reason why. It was a mix of everything. Everybody you had mourned in your life, every intrusive thought that had you second guessing reality, every time your mind would flash back to every trauma you've experienced.

You turned on music, started watching tv, writing, dancing, anything to help you to slow your thoughts, make them more bearable. But it didn't work. They just wouldn't stop.

You've coped with this burden for as long as you can remember, Eddie, Dustin and your mother being there for you every step of the way as you were in and out of hospitals, therapy, relapses. When everything with the Upside Down kick-started, you thanked whatever higher being out there that your meds were working like they needed to be. It helped to grow close to the new people around you - Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Joyce... Hell, even the little ones, Will, Lucas, Mike, Eleven, and Max. Your support system was strong. You weren't alone. And while it undeniably helped, nothing was cured.

You made it through every time, and you thought that should have helped, that it should have put everything into perspective. You're alive, most of your loved ones are alive, you've got a long list of people surrounding you who understand exactly what you've been through... yet it only made your stomach churn with guilt. Guilt that you had no right to be depressed over anything, not when things like the Upside Down existed, not when there were worse things out there. But you couldn't help it. You didn't understand how you couldn't even bring yourself to get out of bed a lot of times, but your friends were getting out of bed, getting dressed, showering, existing every single day...

You wondered why you couldn't do that. You wondered why your mind worked so hard against you every second you were awake. You wondered why you were still alive and not Eddie. Not Barb. Not Bob. If you can barely exist, so weak, so cowardly, so ungrateful, but they were giving their all every single day, then why were you the one who made it out alive?

It was eating you from the inside out. The guilt. The survivors guilt. The guilt of just simply feeling. The fleeting guilt of hurting your loved ones if you were to die, though it was quickly washed away by the knowledge that it wouldn't matter, that they would be better off without you, that you didn't matter enough for anybody to be effected by your death.

You hadn't talked about how you were feeling in two years. Since Max almost died, that guilt had gotten so severe that you just couldn't bring yourself to let anything out anymore. So you held it in. You held it in until you were about to burst at the seams. And even then, you couldn't seem to allow yourself to let it out.

But now here you were, alone in the empty room you sat in, the spare bedroom of your house. The only room that had a lock on the door. Usually, your mom, Dustin, and you were respectful of knocking, respectful of each other's privacy... but you couldn't risk it. Not right now. On the floor beside you was a Coke can - the classic, not the new kind - next to a bottle of pills, a note you had carefully hand-written, and your pocket knife. You had this planned for weeks now, and you finally reached your limit. It was time to set the plan into action.

Your grip on Eddie's guitar pick tightened, if that were even possible. Your forearm wiped away at your tears, which deemed to be useless when the tears fell far too quickly. The emptiness you had once felt moments ago was suddenly gone, replaced with the weight of a burden much too heavy for you to bear. A burden of existing with a mind so relentless. Reluctantly, you let go of the pick around your neck and grabbed your knife, popping the blade out and sucking in as much of a breath as you could take.

Without thinking, you pushed down. The cold sting on your wrist made you shudder, eyes closing in relief. Feeling the blood trickling down your wrist had urged you to open your eyes, to take in the sight of every emotion you endured being put on display. The breath you held finally escaped your lungs, and for the first time in days, you noticed your breathing begin to even out. As if you weren't drowning anymore, yet simply floating at the surface of the water you were once drowning in only moments ago.

You continue your actions, the crushing heaviness you felt in your lungs lessening with each cut. When you felt satisfied with your work, you let the blood trickle down and make a mess. That was the most satisfying part of it all. The visible mess and what it represented; hey, this pain is real, it's not all in your head.

You sighed, your tears lessened just a bit as your breathing evened out and you felt more at ease. Your shakey hands slowly but surely untwisted the cap of the bottle of pills, fumbling a bit more than you should have - damned safety cap. Nevertheless, you popped it open and poured about a dozen pills into your hand, but before you could wrap your other hand around the coke can next to you, you heard the front door open. Fuck.

"I just need to grab my bag! It has all the walkie talkies."

Dustin.

"Dude is that really necessary?"

Mike.

"Can you two shut up and hurry? We've got places to be!"

Steve, ending his sentence with a clap. He must have been the last to enter because you heard the front door shut shortly after.

You winced at the sound. The sound of your little brother talking, not knowing you were about to end your life in the next room. The sound of your friends, Mike and Steve, mostly unaware of your mental struggles and completely clueless to your current state.

You heard shuffling footsteps and indistinctive murmuring between the three boys. Dustin shut his door and you let out a short breath knowing they were finally about to leave - except they didn't.

"Wait, Dustin, where's your sibling?"

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to hold back from sobbing at the mention of you. The tears were hard enough to control as it was.

"I don't know, probably with Robin," Dustin shrugged it off and you hoped it'd end with that, but it didn't.

"But their car is still in the driveway," Steve speculated, "plus, Robin's working."

You heard the footsteps growing closer to you, and the door to your room opened. "They're not in here," Dustin said with worry. He called out your name, but of course he didn't get a response. He knew you were at an all time low right now, he saw it every day, so of course his first response would be to worry.

The door knob on the spare room that you were in wiggled. "The spare bedroom is locked!" Dustin called out, frantically fumbling with it.

Little did you know, Dustin had been updating everyone of your struggles. He couldn't bear the weight of it all alone. Plus, they all cared for you. They wanted you to be okay. They missed you. They loved you. So they tried to help in every way possible.

"You don't think they're... like, cut-"

Steve cut Mike's words short, "I got a paper clip. Let me open it," he got closer to the door, "step back with Mike, okay Dustin?"

"Okay," you heard your little brother's voice crack and you could tell he was on the verge of tears. You, however, were way past tears. Your sobs had you almost gasping for air as you tried desperately to hold them back, but you know they'd heard them. Quickly, you reached for the bottle of pills before the door swung open.

"Shit," you whispered when the bottle of pills tumbled over.

Steve was quick to hide you from the kid's line of sight with his body. He looked at you with sad eyes, talking in a breath as you frowned at him with guilt.

He turned around, "wait out here," he instructed the boys and turned to face you. He slowly walked closer before sitting next to you on the ground.

He wrapped his arms around you gently as you finally let yourself cry. Sobs ripped from your chest as the tears flooded, and you knew his shirt was already tear-stained. Steve held you long enough for you to finally catch a breath before he pulled away to assess the current situation.

He gently wrapped his hand around your wrist, maneuvering your arm so that he could see the cuts. "How many did you take?" His eyes scanned the still bleeding cuts as he asked about the pills.

"None," you told him, "the bottle tipped over," you frowned, "I made a mess..."

"My love..." His eyes glossed as tears threatened to fall from the corners of his eyes. "You're okay, don't worry about the mess. Let's just get you cleaned up, alright?"

You shook, more than you were before, as your sobs evened out slowly. Steve stood up, helping you slowly get on your feet, and he guided you to the bathroom.

He helped to pick you up and you sat on the counter, but the movement made you realize just how groggy you were starting to feel. You felt tired - exhausted, even - and almost fell over, but Steve held you up. "I got you, baby. You're okay. Stay awake for me, alright?"

He grabbed a wash cloth and wet it before guiding your arm under the water. He did his best to be gentle with you as he helped to clean your cuts. Finally, he wrapped a towel around your arm, instructing you to hold it there as he searched the medicine cabinet for some bandages.

"Aha," he pronounced when he found the bandage wrap that he was looking for. He got some antibiotic cream and covered your now-clean wounds, wrapping the bandage just tight enough around your wrist to help the bleeding slow down and protect the cuts from worsening.

"There. All clean," he smiled at you as he held your wrist in his hand while his other hand covered yours. You were much too tired to try and fake a weak smile for him.

"Now, do you want to talk? Or would you rather watch some movies or something?" Steve gave you options, and none of them included leaving you alone. "Dustin and Mike are here, too. I can call Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Max... Anybody you want around. We all talk if you want, or we can order a bunch of pizza and binge your favorite show on Netflix."

He rambled more and more options for you to choose from, proving that he would really do pretty much anything to comfort you in this moment. You sighed, but a real smile actually seemed to form on your lips - albeit small, but it was there.

"I think... I'm really tired, Steve..." you confessed, really only wanting to sleep. Steve frowned a little.

"Let's get you to bed, then," he rubbed circles on the back of your hand soothingly. "I'll let the boys know. They won't mind playing some video games or something while we take a nap."

"We...?" you questioned hesitantly, suddenly feeling a bit nervous, but too tired to care enough.

"If that's alright with you? I'm a little sleepy too," he smiled gently.

You only nodded in response.

He'd assumed you didn't really want to talk to Dustin or Mike right now, and that assumption was correct, so he went to update them on the situation and they both understood.

When Steve returned to the bathroom, he helped you down from the counter and lead you to your room, practically tucking you in. He climbed into the bed next to you and the two of you faced each other.

"I think you're fantastic," he said to you, "and you mean a lot to me. You mean a lot to all of us. Especially Dustin," he smiled. "That boy would die for you in a heartbeat."

You frowned slightly, taking in his words as much as possible as your eyes got heavier. "I'm sorry," you apologized.

"No, love, don't apologize. You've got nothing to be sorry for. Pinky promise."

It was a joke between the two of you. The first time you really spoke to each other, you made him pinky promise to keep his end of a bargain - you buy the drinks and he doesn't talk about his hair for the rest of the week. It was funny, and neither of you expected it to mean anything, but it stuck.

"Okay," you smiled at him.

"There's that beautiful smile," Steve tucked your hair behind your ear, careful not to startle you.

"We need you here," he finally began, "you light up the room every time. You're our light. You're funny and kind. You're amazing. You've gone through so so much. You're allowed to be sad. To cry. But please, talk to us when you need to. Please stay."

Steve's words resonated with you, so much so that a small tear escaped from the corner of your eye. "Okay," you repeated from the last time.

And before he could say anything else, your eyes closed and you were asleep.

With him there, you finally got a genuinely good sleep for the first time in a long while.

When you finally woke up from your nap, Steve wasn't in the bed anymore. You frowned slightly, until you heard his voice bantering with Mike and Dustin's in the living room. A sigh escaped your lips as you rolled out of the bed and headed into the living room.

Dustin was the first to notice, not bothering to pause whatever video game was on the TV as he dashed towards you. His arms wrapped around you immediately, "you're awake!!"

A small smile formed on your lips as you pat his head and hugged him back, "I'm awake."

"I love you so much," Dustin mumbled against your shoulder, tightening his grip on you. "Please stay."

Your hug tightened around him this time before you pulled away and looked into his eyes, "I'm not going anywhere, Dustin."

Mike stared from afar, his attention on you and making sure you were okay had occupied his mind, any attention towards the video game he was playing with Dustin was lost.

Steve made his way over to you, Dustin going back to the couch to let the two of you speak. "How are you feeling?" Steve questioned.

"I don't know," you admitted, "but I finally got some actual sleep for the first time in a while." A weak chuckle escaped your lips.

"That's good..." Steve ran his fingers through his hair, "you know, uh... well, Dustin isn't the only one who really needs you here. I mean, Mike was lost trying to process what had happened... he was terrified. And, well, I..." he stopped himself there, inhaling deeply and averting his eyes from yours to the ground.

His hand rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, his eyes meeting yours again as he continued, "I can't lose you."

Your breath caught in your throat as you studied his eyes and took the time to process what Steve had just told you.

Before you could say anything, he continued his words in a frantic effort to explain himself, "I, uh, I know we weren't ever very close.. I mean, before I started hanging out with your brother, I was... kinda a shitty dude," he let out a breathy chuckle, "and you were so shy, you hung out with Eddie, who didn't exactly get along with my clique, and..." he paused, letting out a deep sigh before continuing his ramble, "what I mean to say is, letting Dustin drag me to your house that night to help him explain all of this upside down shit to you... Well, it led me to you, so..."

You raised an eyebrow at him, the corner of your lips curved upwards, fully understanding what he was saying, but teased him anyways. "So....?" You pushed for him to finish what he was saying.

"So, I guess maybe I should thank the little shit," a breathy laugh escaped his lips as he joked with you.

You giggled quietly and put both of your hands on either side of his face, locking eye contact with him. Judging by the way your cheeks burned, the blush on your face was prevalent, you were sure. His left hand went to your waist, pulling you in a little closer as his right hand gently curved around the back of your neck.

"Can I kiss you?"

You nodded in response, "Yes," you whispered.

He leaned down and brought his lips to yours, kissing you slowly. He had to force himself to break the kiss before he was in too deep to stop, the closed-lip, dopey smile on his face as he looked at you would have made you think that he was in love with you, if you didn't know better.

Or maybe, you were on the right track. Either way, you knew you had a friend in him, and everybody that you cared about truly did care about you, too. You finally felt safe for the first time in a very long time.

divider credits: @cafekitsune @silkholland

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STEVE HARRINGTON X READER FIC IDEAS

these are actually some of my fic ideas for steve harrington x reader and joe keery x reader and i would absolutely love it if you wonderful authors would give them a go. it's not specified because i did not want to seem redundant, but all of the fic ideas are sprinkled with lots of angst - well, those that can be written with angst that is.

just please tag me on everything that you write (and even if they aren't the fic ideas here but you write for steve, then please still tag me. i'd love to read and support your work! 💖)

1. soulmate au fic where it's steve finding out first about it. can be about feeling each other's pain, initials, same tattoo, etc. childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers trope. she fell first but he fell harder that sort of thing.

2. soulmate au fic (yup, another one! :>) i've seen an idea about the first sentence they're going to say to you is written on you. maybe it will turn into gold when it's said to you with a tingling feeling so you know he's your soulmate. and as steve works at family video, for reader, it's a spoiler of a movie line about a character dying maybe, but she doesn't know that, so she says that that's what the death or dying part in her line said.

3. reader receives gifts or poems or little trinkets with the sender giving hints about his identity and feelings. the thing is, they're from steve - who is reader's best friend. she asks for his help to find out who this mystery sender is and he agrees. but what if there's like a mistaken identity and she thinks they're from billy (and like who isn't attracted to bad guys and stuff) and steve just goes all pouty (loljk i dunno but something along those lines)

4. king steve era where he makes reader fall in love with him as a dare and she finds out about it breaking her trust and all that. but like i also kinda want it to happen when steve knows about the upside down already and reader will be in danger (near death for more angst haha)

5. during his king steve era, he bullied reader and now, they're the babysitters of the kids. he regrets what he's done and tries to show her he's changed and all, but of course reader isn't buying any of it

6. what if what happened to max happened to reader and steve just feels helpless and afraid of losing reader

7. reader feels like steve has lingering feelings for nancy when she feels like he's putting or choosing nancy over her

8. reader confesses to steve, but he says he doesn't like her. then reader's all 'okay fine, i'm gonna move on' and when she actually does that, steve is 🥺

9. just steve being all jealous pls i wanna read that 😭

10. reader trying to bottle up her feelings about steve; and she's so good that no one knows. so even if she's hurting when steve flirts with other girls, she doesn't let it show. but like i dunno how it will work that the endgame is still steve x reader

11. reader just moved in hawkins so maybe a relative or something because she gets tangled up in the upside down. her relationship with steve is enemies to friends (begrudgingly) to lovers so like slowburn

12. steve teaching reader how to swim, bike and she's all scared and wraps herself all over steve

13. it's a joe keery x reader (i know, i know). but like reader is introduced in a new season and her relationship with steve is enemies to lovers. so like i dunno if it's interview style of fic where they're breaking that down (bonus with cast members teasing the two of them)

14. in connection with number 12 (as i love behind the scenes fics as well), maybe reader's character dies so what was their reaction to the scene and all that - a break down again if you will

[springfaekohaku]

A Rabbit Cannot Pretend To Be Bigger Than Itself

Chapter 1

Darkness was something Gator became quite acquainted with since Ole Munch, an immortal sin-eater gorged out his eyes with a heated knife.

The last thing he saw was the red burning tip of the blade, screaming that he didn’t realise was coming from his own throat and deafening his ears, the pain made everything go white and his remaining eye roll at the back of his head.

He thinks he saw stars, the world go all distorted and in the midst of blinding pain and adrenaline, losing his voice as his screams becomes hoarse, he almost has this moment of pure reprieve, bliss and euphoria…but it was all torn away as Ole’s voice soothes him, so calming and pitying; he wasn’t done with just one eye. Gator feels tears begin again in his right eye, not sure if he can even produce tears in the eye Ole just took, but he sobs, knowing it’s not over yet.

Gator wanted out at this point, he’d rather be dead. He wanted Dot, he wanted her freshly baked cookies and warmth.

It felt like hours, no, an eternity since Ole’s gentle yet firm grip on his face is holding him still and Gator is helpless as Ole directs his last vision to his face and finally that same red hot knife shows itself again. Gator knew Ole wanted him to remember this moment, to have this scene and memory engraved in him, never to forget. The second time, it’s worse. He doesn’t know how, but his nerves are set alight, he’s definitely lost his voice at this point, the white burning pain in his eyes and face is too much; yet he stays conscious. He thought that the second time would be something he could handle, but the break in between as Ole put Gator’s eye in a jar made Gator put his guard down and his body slumped in response.

He definitely doesn’t like the colour red or any warm colours for that matter anymore. He definitely doesn’t want to come across anything hot or heated for a while either.

After his eyes were taken, his eye sockets now caved and carved, he recalled the smell of burnt flesh, blistering like pain and his body going limp in defeat and exhaustion. The phantom feeling of Ole’s hands and fingers holding him upright, the constant pet name of “Rabbit” being said and addressed to him. How he actually preened and loved the attention, he was down a sense and all he can feel, hear, smell and touch was Ole. The very man who was his target, who he tried to hunt down to make his father proud. A man who even though afflicted the pain, soothes his wounds and bandages them with cloth around his head. A small comfort.

Gator will never forget how powerless, small and insignificant he felt in that moment, his first moments of eternal darkness and how much of a prey he truly was. Was this the only way for him to be humbled, to finally have this eyes opened and see truly how much his father has corrupted him? He was no longer the predator he thought he was, he was not a winner, he was never going to be the som his father would be proud of. He should’ve known ever since his father told him why his name was Gator in the first place, how stupid and delusional he was to even think he had a chance to redeem himself in hopes that he’ll be Roy. That he’ll be deserving of that name.

Unfortunately, Ole is right. Gator is not this opposing and threatening predator, but a rabbit who tried to go against its nature and pretend to have claws and sharp teeth.

The rabbit is forced to take off its fake claws and teeth, retire the wolf fur it disguised itself as and mourn the loss of its eyes. In any other of case, a rabbit that is deprived of one of its senses is a death sentence in the wild, however, this rabbit will live. The rabbit will live as how nature intended it to.

Gator doesn’t remember the events that happens next, he vaguely recalls himself being tied and lead like a dog in a leash. His father’s voice, Gator calling out to him and being pushed into him and feeling cold everywhere. Everything is black, he calls out again but really, he wanted Dot. He wanted to cuddle up to her again.

Which is exactly what he got after everything was done and over with. The sound of sirens, voices everywhere and his brain going overdrive at the events that had just taken place. How he turned his father in and redeemed himself. Not entirely, but he felt it was the right path to take in order to get there. It’s only as he asks Dot for a hug, that when she encloses her arms around him and promises she’ll visit him in prison with his favourite cookies — that he finally lets himself break. He cries, he sobs with his whole body, he doesn’t think he cried any tears, which felt weird but his nose begun to run and he had to sniff a bit to keep it from running more. At least to him, that proved he can still feel, react and show emotion; the way his throat had that painful lump and whimpers screamed for someone to help him and love him. Gator finally feels a mother’s love once more.

He feels the warmth and sense of safety be taken from him as he’s cuffed to the stretcher and escorted by paramedics to the hospital. It takes a long time months perhaps, he would loose track of time and dates a lot. He doesn’t remember much, but it was cold, which he liked, but it was only bearable because Dot returned by his side and kept him company until their trial date. Their relationship was on the mend and they had a lot of time to recover and get reacquainted again. After Gator was cleared medically and prescribed medications for his treatment and road to recovery, he was also assessed for other concerns regarding his psychiatric state and was diagnosed with abandonment issues, complex PTSD, depression and anxiety. It’s honestly not surprising but to have it officially confirmed and on paper (which he couldn’t even read) felt all too real to him. His eyelids are permanently glued shut as well and he finds it more comfortable because of it.

After the trials, court, case and whole legal ordeal, his sentencing and hearing his fathers sentence being incarceration. Gator was sentenced to 5 years of imprisonment, due to the tampering of evidence and his other actions.

However, being the key witness and main accomplice to his father, being the one that turned him in and attested against Roy in court; Gator was able to have his sentence shortened. Not to mention that Dot was able to help shed light on his upbringing, how manipulative and corrupt his father was and how it was hard without his mother. It turned in his favour. He will serve 3 years in jail and because of his conditions, he will be placed in the Federal Medical Centre in Texas. A 2 and a half hour flight.

He thanks Dot for making sure they transfer him to the FMC rather than a normal prison, he knew that as the rabbit he was, he would’ve been eaten alive if that were the case. Fortunately, he has a better chance at surviving prison in a more protected environment, which will cater to his mental and medical needs. He also has Dot and her cookies to look forward to, he feels like that is his primary light in the dark, his willingness to keep living and be better.

He has much to atone for and even more to heal from. Which he’ll do in his time of isolation, even though being blind is basically isolation in itself. He just hopes he doesn’t go crazy in there. He has a lot to learn, to grow and adapt to.

The rabbit is in a new cage now. It doesn’t have its eyes, but it sees more clearer than ever before.

He feels more freer than ever in his life.

[dancingsunflowers-ocs]

Wyatt Weaver x Kurt Hummel

↳ for @carmens-garden as part of her happiness gift exchange! 🎁

[ash5monster01]

hihi, for ur requests could u do 15/20 for steve harrington/joe keery (you can choose which) ? with an emphasis on plus size reader pleaseee

Unexpected Greetings

Valentines Celebration Prompt

Paring: Joe Keery x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: nudity, body image issues, language

20. The last thing you want to do is leave your apartment on Valentine’s Day and see all the happy couples but instead you discover your neighbor across the hall has been locked out with only a towel around his waist.

word count: 1.6k

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Being a bigger girl meant never celebrating a Valentine’s day. Normally you were single and if you did have a boyfriend, somehow the relationship never overlapped with the holiday. So the last thing you wanted to do was step outside this apartment and see all the happy couples handing each other red teddy bears and boxes of chocolates. You wanted to love the holiday, oh so desperately, but how could you when you were never the one receiving stuffed bears and chocolates? Instead you went to the store after Valentines and bought all the half off candy for yourself.

So knowing you only had to hold out for one more day of this torture you prepared to open the door to your apartment and find romance on the other side. Instead, you’re met with a bare ass that has you yelping out loud and turning around. The boy jumps and turns, trying to use as much of the small towel around his waist to cover himself.

“God, I’m so so sorry. I just, I got locked out. I figured everyone would be gone at work” he profusely apologizes and you slowly rub at your eyes, now preferring to see all the hearts decorating the streets.

“Yeah, I have the day off. Can I ask how you even got locked out like that?” you question, still refusing to turn around and look at him.

“I was grabbing my mail, the door swung close and apparently I never unlocked it” he said and you can hear the clink of the metal mailbox hung on the wall by his door.

“You needed the mail so desperately you came to get it in a towel?” your voice has a teasing tone and you can hear the boy sigh behind you.

“I just got my script delivered. I was a little excited” he explains, voice defeated and shoulders hung low.

“Is it safe to look?” you ask, tired of staring at your kitchen table as you talk with the boy.

“Everything that can be covered, is covered” he answers and you turn around, met with shaggy hair and a lopsided smile leaned against his door. A striking white towel covering him from his happy trail to just above his knee caps. You’d be lying if the sight of his chest hair didn’t make you want to run your hands through it.

“Well neighbor, let’s get you inside before Miss Johnson down the hallway is also greeted with your bare ass. You can borrow some sweatpants while I call the super” you urge, hand waving him inside and the surprise that crossed his face is an adorable sight to see.

“Thank you, oh my gosh thank you!” he grins, shuffling towards your door and once he’s inside you shut it behind him, avoiding seeing any bareness again at all costs.

“I’ll be right back” you say, going into your room and finding black sweatpants amongst the huge pile in your room. Normally you wouldn’t want a handsome man like that to discover you more than likely wear the same size or possible even bigger than him but you also couldn’t leave him bare naked and alone.

“You’re the best” he says as you return with the sweatpants in hand and all you can do is nod.

“Bathrooms first door on the right, I’ll call Jim. He owes me a favor anyway so it shouldn’t be long” you tell him and he nods, shuffling down the hallway while you pull the phone out of your pocket and find the number.

Jim the super answers after only a few rings and when he hesitates to come right away you remind him exactly why he should come this instant to which he agrees after saying he was only ten or so minutes away from the building. You could handle ten minutes alone with the handsome neighbor, right? Yet you don’t believe you can when he finally returns from the bathroom now clad in your black sweatpants, chest and broad arms on full display with the white towel now hung over his shoulder.

“What’d he say?” the handsome boy asks and you smile and shove your phone in your pocket.

“He’s on his way, should only be about ten minutes. You want coffee or anything?” you ask and he smiles before nodding. You don’t hesitate to move to the machine and start brewing a fresh batch for you two to share.

“I’m Joe by the way” he says, taking a seat at the counter as you free two mugs from the cupboard.

“Nice to meet you Joe, you live here long?” you say after telling him your own name. You ask because to be honest you don’t remember him and based on his looks he is definitely someone you would remember.

“Two months I think, I’m away for work a lot though” he says and you nod, leaning against the counter.

“Explains why we haven’t met. I’m usually pretty good about keeping up to date with newbies around here” you tell him and Joe laughs lightly.

“Well I’m sorry we had to meet like this” he offers and you shake your head, waving a hand at him.

“Don’t worry about it. We used to have a guy that flashed people intentionally. Miss Johnson pressed chargers and he got booted fairly quickly. I just figured your girlfriend locked you out for forgetting Valentine’s day or some shit” you say with a snort and Joe laughs heartily.

“Is that your way of asking if I have a girlfriend?” and a deep blush covers your cheeks because that really wasn’t what you had meant but you’d be lying if you weren’t curious as well.

“No, actually. There’s just not many other reasons for me to find a bare ass in the hallway” you say and now he’s the one blushing, embarrassment filling him completely.

“No girlfriend, just not a very well thought out guy is all” he says and you crack a grin at that. “What about you, on your way to see your boyfriend for Valentine’s huh?”

“No boyfriend and in no mood to celebrate Valentine’s Day” you offer and his eyebrows furrow as he looks at you with curiosity.

“What, get your heart broken on Valentine’s day or something?” he asks, a hand coming up to run through his hair and you chuckle.

“No, try never had a boyfriend on Valentine’s day” you say with the shake of your head, finally moving to fill two cups now that the coffee was done brewing.

“That feels like a lie” he says and you give him a confused look, sliding the fresh mug across the counter and pushing cream and sugar his way.

“No lie here, not many men want to date women like me” you tell him once you’ve done up your coffee the way you like and take a sip.

“Well I find that hard to believe because from my side of things I’m a little disappointed I never realized how gorgeous my neighbor was” his words catch you so off guard your spluttering coffee back into your cup and coughing lightly. He wears a concerned look as you calm yourself down.

“I mean no offense but I don't appreciate flattery if it's not honest" you say, napkin wiping the stray coffee drops on your chin.

"Who says I'm not being honest, I have no reason to lie especially after you just caught me in a very vulnerable state and was kind enough to help me out" and the intensity in his eyes proves that what he is saying holds a truth to them you had never quite experienced before.

"You're serious?" you say, possibly ruining your chances with this attractive man even further but he doesn’t falter one bit.

"You're surprised?" he says with a soft chuckle, a bit bewildered by his neighbor. He had flirted with many girls in a life time but he had never ha one react quite like you.

"Yes, I'm surprised. I'm a big girl, I normally get looked over or in worst cases harassed. I never get told I'm gorgeous" you say with a soft shake of your head and the breathy chuckle that falls from his lips is one of surprise.

'Well then you haven’t quite found the right man yet because you’re gorgeous. In fact I figured I didn’t have a chance after how you found me this morning" the soft blush the boy wears on his cheeks is authentic and suddenly you’re a bumbling idiot unsure of what to say because to be honest you don’t recall a man ever flirting with you.

“You didn’t ruin it, I mean you have a chance. Not that I’m actively looking, but the sight wasn’t terrible. Oh God why did I say that, I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect this, you’re very kind. I’m a-“

“Hey, the doors open” Jim’s voice bellows through the door after a hard knock.

“Thank you Jim” you call back and now the sweet boy is standing from his seat and you’re hoping you haven’t ruined things to far.

“I better get some of my own clothes on. Thank you for saving me. Maybe we could see each other tonight, let me return these sweatpants?” and you’re grinning, more comfortable with him then you ever expected.

“Yeah, I would like that a lot” you say and he smiles, taking one more sip of coffee before heading towards the door.

“I’ll see you” he says with a soft smile before disappearing behind the door completely and you curse yourself for being such a fool. You knew you had to redeem yourself.

So when he stops back later that night in his own grey sweats and black T-shirt you try your best to stay cool. Which seemed to have worked when he kisses you goodbye. Valentine’s day turned out to not be such a bust after all.

[wildsupernova]

cupid’s chokehold | steve harrington x fem! oc

summary: delphi walker’s world turned upside down when her brother was found dead. her entire life turned into a downward spiral into social suicide, from her mother’s self-destructive lifestyle and the steady loss of her best friend. when another boy goes missing a year later, she find herself caught in something far bigger than she ever knew, and she herself down a path to a brand new life.

cupid’s chokehold chapter masterlist

word count: 3.1k

warnings: vulgar language, underage drinking, smoking, demeaning words towards women (whore, slut, etc.), mentions of sexual content

authors note

hey guys! it’s been a while since i posted anything but college has been suuuuper hectic for me lately and my motivation hasn’t been the best. i’m working on getting stuff out a bit more consistently, but i always value quality over quantity and want to make sure what i’m giving you guys is good quality content. again, sorry for the hiatus, but here’s another chapter!

words in ‘’ quotations and italics are character narration

chapter four

‘I should have taken that camera out of Jonathan’s hand. I should have thrown it to the ground and never let him develop that film, but if I had, we never would have found out what really happened to Barb that night.’

Delphi tried to stop the shaking of her hands as she walked back to her car, staring at the ground while she tried to hold back the overwhelming rush of tears she hadn’t expected to push against her eyes. Her and Jonathan didn’t say a word as they made their way out of the woods, not even giving eachother a gesture of goodbye as they got into their respective cars and drove away. She had to take a minute to collect her composure, considering she was so upset that her foot had pressed the gas pedal all the way to the floor of the car. She stopped for an extra few seconds at a stop sign, taking a deep breath and letting it out. 

It wasn’t like she didn’t know why she was feeling the way she was; it was pretty obvious when she faced the problem head on. Jealousy was a killer, and had always been her biggest flaw.

‘For as long as I could remember, I always wanted to be like Nancy Wheeler. Since the day I met her, she was this perfect, unflawed person; effortlessly beautiful, smart without even trying, compassionate to a fault. She lived a perfect life, in a perfect house down a perfect street with perfect parents and a perfect future set out for her. I thought that she’d always had everything I’d ever wanted. She had money, a mother who cared about her, a father who was still around. A brother who was still alive. But I was wrong. The day she got Steve Harrington was the day she got everything I’d ever wanted.’

A drink was sounding really, really good right now. As tempting as it was to just grab the bottle from her glove box and take a swig right now, she was only a few blocks away from her house, so she held off for a few more minutes. When she pulled into the rocky, broken driveway, she noticed the extra car parked in front of her house, rolling her eyes at the fact that her mother had brought home yet another horny 18-20 something to drown her lonely nights in. She ignored her mother’s closed bedroom door on the way to her own, slamming it shut and collapsing on the bed without changing or turning on the lights. Deciding to finish off whatever liquor was left in the bottle she’d been drinking from earlier tonight, she uncapped the bottle, bringing it to her lips and chugging down however much her throat could handle in one go. 

The loud noises of her mother and whatever guy she’d brought home tonight traveled down the hallway, slipping through the crack in her door as she covered her ears with her pillow. She waited a few moments for the sound to die down, but when they just continued, she opened her door and yelled out into the hallway. 

“If you’re gonna be a whore and fuck someone while I’m home at least be quiet about it!” She slammed the door again and climbed under the covers, soaking her pillow with tears and staining her sheets with her running mascara. 

When she finally fell asleep that night, she wished she’d never wake up.

‘Unfortunately, wishes don’t come true. I had no idea about the shitstorm that was about to hit me full force the next morning, and I really wish I had, because then maybe I could have prepared myself for all of the crazy shit I had no idea was happening right inside of Hawkins.’

Waking up with a pounding in her head and a strong urge to vomit up the little food she’d put in her stomach the night before, Delphi simply went through the motions she did every morning. Shower, get dressed in whatever clean clothes she had left before laundry day, eat yet another bowl of Corn Puffs for the 5th day in a row, and leave for school without so much as a goodbye to her mother. Unsurprisingly, the car that had been parked out front the night before was gone, making Delphi scoff and shake her head as she got into her own. 

She wasn’t necessarily concerned when Barb didn’t meet her at the door to the school when she arrived, considering it wasn’t a daily occurrence that she did, but she figured that at least after last night she’d need someone to rant to about how much she hated Steve’s friends or how Nancy seemingly ditched her for a guy she changed her entire personality to be with. She found it slightly odd, but she essentially paid no mind to it. 

She stopped at her locker briefly to make sure she had all her stuff, hoping and praying she didn’t forget any more books at home. As much as she would rather do anything else, she actually did want to make an effort to keep her grades up, considering she really didn’t want to get held back the second year in a row. Having to redo her sophomore year was enough, and already gave plenty of people the fuel they needed to make her hate herself even more than she already did. 

The only thing she seemed to be missing were the notes for Mr. Wilson’s 8th period English class, but she was sure she could just get them from Nancy and copy them down during study hall. She waited a few seconds until the hallways seemed clear enough that she wouldn’t have to bob and weave through anyone, letting her feet carry her down in the direction of Nancy’s locker. When she turned the corner and looked up, she stopped her movements with a sigh and a shake of her head. 

Nancy stood in front of her locker, but while Delphi had expected her to be with Barb, Steve was the one who stood next to her instead. While she couldn’t hear whatever words the two were exchanging, she assumed it was about last night, and she was in no mood to walk into or eavesdrop on that conversation. She decided she’d just try to get the notes from Nancy during first period, turning on her heels and walking down the hall a few steps.

She was a little surprised when she didn’t see Barb in her usual seat when she walked in, but still, at least for Delphi, it didn’t seem like there was any cause for concern. Her confusion only grew when Nancy walked in right before the bell, but Barb wasn’t with her. She sat in her usual desk one row behind Delphi, tapping her on her shoulder to force her to turn around.

“Have you seen Barb at all this morning?”

“No, I thought she’d be with you.” Delphi raised a brow at Nancy, who began looking around somewhat nervously. “You don’t think something happened to her, do you?”

“I don’t…I don’t know. I brought her to that party at Steve’s last night but she was gone by the time I left.”“Didn’t she drive you there?”

“Uhm…”

“You know what, I don’t need details.” Seeing it was enough. “I’ll let you know if I see her though. And I hope it’s not bad timing, but could I get those notes for Wilson’s from you? I left mine at home.”

“Yeah, yeah sure. I’ll just get them back from you in 7th  period.” Nancy handed her a piece of paper, Delphi taking it with a response of gratitude. She slipped it into her binder and turned to the front of the classroom, biting her pencil as her mind ran wild. 

‘Barb never skipped school. Even when she seemed to be deathly sick she still showed, no matter how many times we told her that if she felt that bad she should just leave. Her not being there the night after she left a party by herself was certainly something to be concerned about, and suddenly my small worry that she’d just gotten sick after last night turned into full blown panic that something bigger than anybody thought was going on in Hawkins.’

Delphi was mostly on autopilot for the remainder of the morning, barely tuning back into reality at lunch. She really wasn’t a fan of school food, so she spent most of her lunch hour drawing in notebooks or mindlessly watching the other kids around her. Today was much the same, except this time, she let her hand move on the paper in an effort to forget about the creeping dread in her gut. 

Her luck had been so bad that, at the beginning of the year, she’d somehow ended up one table down from Steve and his posse, meaning every single day was filled with unwanted eavesdropping on whatever stupid conversation they were having on any given day. Today’s conversation had to do with the party last night, so she tuned it out, as was common practice these days. When Nancy brought up Barb to the rest of the group, she let herself listen, although none of what she heard seemed to be of any worth to her. The sudden change to sex jokes about Steve and Nancy made her swallow down vomit, and once she had a enough, she grabbed her notebooks and left the cafeteria. 

As usual, the rest of the day went by with the same nauseating routine, complete with the grating, mindless droning of her teachers and the unwanted snickers from classmates. Once the bell rang, she practically ran to her locker, hoping to get home as soon as possible. On her way out of the building, she ran into Jonathan, stopping him in his tracks. He held something in his hands, glancing around nervously. 

“Hey, what’s up with you?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” Delphi glanced down at what sat in his hands, snatching the papers away once she realized what they were. 

“You fucking developed these? Are you insane?”“What else was I supposed to do with them?”

“Throw them away, burn them, anything but this! It’s creepy, Jonathan. The photos you took in the woods? Fine. But creeper photos of people who hate you? Those should go in the trash man.”

“Who knows, maybe there’s something important in them?”

“Seriously?!” Jonathan just gave her a blank look, making her scoff and roll her eyes. “Did anyone see you with these?” Yet again there was no response, but his eyes wouldn’t meet hers. 

“You’re fucking with me, right? Put the damn things in your bag and let's get out of here, who knows what problems those things are going to bring.” 

Delphi hurried out of the school with Jonathan in tow, both of them keeping their heads down and staring at the asphalt. Thankfully, she had parked her car next to Jonathan’s today, so the venture wasn’t too far out of her norm, but it didn’t help any of the nerves that kept creeping into her gut. The nerves reached an all time high when they breached the hill, noticing Steve and the rest of his group hanging around Jonathan’s car. They seemed to notice the two approaching, standing a little taller and smiling wide. 

“What's going on, man?” The two were forced to stop walking, being cut off by the group in front of them. They largely ignored Delphi even being there, and she shoved her hands in her pockets and rolled her eyes. 

“What do you want?” “Nothing. We just heard you were quite the artist and we wanted to see…your work.” 

“Come on Jonathan, let’s just go.” Carol stood in front of Delphi, stopping her in her tracks with a sick smile. Delphi glared at her, giving her the same grin. “Get out of my damn way.”

“No thanks.”

Before she could stop it, Tommy had snatched Jonathan’s bag from him, rifling through the contents and pulling out the pictures. They muttered something Delphi didn’t really care to understand, looking through every picture Jonathan had taken last night.

“Seriously? Like this isn’t creepy.”

“I told you you shouldn’t have taken those pictures.” “Yeah, I get it now.”

“What’s going on?” As if the moment couldn’t get any worse, Nancy had to walk up right then, making Delphi hang her head.

“Our little friend here decided he wanted to spy on us last night.” Carol handed Nancy one of the pictures, presumably the one of her. 

“He was just looking for his brother.”

“Oh, was he? And how would you know that?” Realizing her slip up caused Delphi to be unable to answer, opening her mouth without saying anything. “You were with him, huh?” Knowing any response to Carol would only make things worse, she didn’t speak. “What, are you obsessed with us or something?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. There isn’t really much to be obsessed with.”

Steve seemed to ignore the entire exchange between Carol and Delphi, instead continuing to focus on Jonathan, who now stood, practically cowering, in front of him. He ripped up the picture he held in his hand and dropped the pieces to the ground, and once his hands were free, he picked up the camera off the trunk of Jonathan’s car. There was so much going on it was hard for Delphi to focus, but when the sound of the camera hitting the ground echoed through the air, she seemed to break. 

“What the hell, Steve?!” She rushed in an attempt to pick up the pieces of the broken device, realizing the endeavor was essentially hopeless. She stood back up and placed her palms against Steve’s chest, shoving him backward a few feet. She couldn’t place the look on his face, unable to read any sort of emotion. “Are you fucking insane?”

“What, upset that your little boyfriend can’t take pictures of you anymore?” Delphi’s head whipped to Carol, using her hand to shove her against the bumper of Jonathan’s car. Carol’s face twisted in fear as her chest heaved with nervous breaths, Delphi’s own making the same motions out of anger. 

“I suggest you shut that mouth of yours before I do it for you.”

After a few seconds, she backed away, Carol keeping her eyes on Delphi as she walked away with Tommy and Steve in tow. Delphi’s rough facade faded away as she helped Jonathan pick up the ripped pieces of his pictures, meeting eyes with Nancy, who was doing the same. When she stood up and turned to leave, Delphi called out to her. 

“Nancy!” She turned, raising a brow. “I’m sorry. I told him not to, if it’s any consolation.”

Nancy didn’t offer a verbal response, only a nod, but it gave her a little peace of mind that there didn’t seem to be any hard feelings. She turned back around to Jonathan, who continued to stare at the ground in defeat. 

“I’ll stay here in case they come out here again. You should get out of here, though.” Once again, he didn’t say anything, simply getting in his car and leaving the parking lot as quickly as possible. 

‘As much as I hated Steve and his popular posse, they were right. What Jonathan had done was wrong, and no matter how many times I tried to tell him that, it only seemed to get through to him when he lost something important to him.’

Delphi let out the smoke that had collected in her mouth from the cigarette, allowing it to float off into the crisp autumn air. A call of her name had her head turning back towards the school, narrowing her eyes in confusion as she saw Nancy running towards her. 

“Nancy? What are you doing out here, aren’t you gonna watch the game?” “I think something happened to Barb.”

“I don’t know, I’m sure she’s fine.”

“Will you please just…indulge me? You’re the only one I think could help.”

“Why me? Why not ask one of your new best buds?”“Because I know you’ll believe me. They don’t give a damn about Barb, so please, help me find out what happened.” Delphi let it sit for only a moment, nodding her head and tossing her cigarette into the grass. 

“Hop in.”

‘The last place I expected to be that day was back at Steve Harrington’s house, let alone with Nancy Wheeler. She insisted on taking the same road her and Barb had the night before, and as if things weren’t confusing before, they were about to get a whole lot crazier.’

“That’s Barb’s car.” Nancy pointed out the window, Delphi slowing to a soft stop. 

“So she never went home last night? I can’t imagine she walked the whole way.”

“Keep driving. The best thing I can think of to do is retrace our steps.”

Delphi parked outside of Steve’s house, reluctantly exiting the car and following Nancy into the backyard. She wasn’t sure what they were looking for, so she let Nancy take the lead, wandering around the area until she headed into the woods surrounding the property. 

Delphi’s stomach flipped, unsure of whether it was from the nervousness of being in the woods again or the rush of emotion that had pelted her the moment she arrived at the house. She helped Nancy call out for Barb, snapping her body towards the sound of a breaking twig. 

“What the hell was that?”

“Maybe it’s…just a squirrel. Yeah, I’m sure it’s just a squirrel.”

Another twig snapped a few feet away from the last one, making them turn once again. They waited a few moments until they were satisfied that it was just some woodland creature, but a large figure running in front of them caused Nancy to fall and Delphi to let out a small scream. Delphi helped Nancy to her feet, the pair running out of the woods as fast as possible. Once they were back in the car, they panted for breath, trying to calm their beating hearts. 

“What the hell was that thing?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t think it’s good.”

‘We had no idea the importance of what we saw that day. We didn’t talk about it the entire drive back to Nancy’s house, and there was barely a goodbye when she left. I tried to keep the creature out of my mind the rest of my way home, hoping to sleep off the shock, but the night of rest didn’t help much. I’d hoped everything would return to a small bit of normalcy come the next morning, but it was the exact opposite.

‘Because that night, they’d found Will Byers' body.’

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Midnight Rain

Genre: Sci-Fi; Drama; Horror; Mystery; Drama; Romance Warnings: Violence; Fear; Anxiety; Swearing; Gore; Substance use; Drug use

Jennifer henderson's biography Phoebe cromwell's biography

cassatt tape (one | two | three | four | five) style (S1 | S2 | S3 | S4 | S5) relationship timeline (season 1 ~ 4)

SEASON ONE

prologue i

chapter one : the vanishing of will byers

chapter two : the weirdo on maple street

chapter three : holly, jolly

chapter four : the body

chapter five : the flea and the acrobat

chapter six : the monster

chapter seven : the bathtub

chapter eight : the upside down

SEASON TWO

prologue ii

chapter one : mad max

chapter two : trick or treat, freak

chapter three : the pollywog

chapter four : will the wise -

chapter five : dig dug - as the henderson siblings frantically clean and attempt to trap dart, dustin decides to leave and get help as jennifer stays behind on look out when phoebe suddenly arrives at her place. she tells the other female what's going on in hopes of having her believe jennifer and make sure she's not crazy.

chapter six : the spy - believing it is some halloween prank, steve indulges in the search for dart, learning that it was for a girl jennifer's brother likes as they lead a trail of meat to capture the dog at the junkyard. however, the yard needed some cleaning up and protection as they all wait the night out and are sitting ducks while awaiting the arrival of dart... until things go wrong when more demodogs show up to terrorize them and the kids.

chapter seven : the lost sister - after the death of someone she cares deeply about and getting to know max, jennifer offers to be a big sister / role model to her since billy is a huge jerk and isn't willing to do that since he holds a lot of anger.

chapter eight : the mind flayer - after reuniting with nancy and jonathan, the teen and children meet hopper, joyce and will as they regroup at the byers' residence to make a plan on how to close the gate.

chapter nine : the gate - after eleven reunites with everyone, she plans on closing the gate as her and hopper escape to hawkins lab. secondly joyce, jonathan and nancy take will and try to fight the mind flayer within as jennifer and steve babysit her brother and his friends until trouble shows up.

SEASON THREE

prologue iii - jennifer comes home from visiting her aunt in michigan, leading her to the newly built starcourt mall where she starts working at an ice cream parlor to keep herself busy from thinking about the death of her best friend.

chapter one : suzie, do you copy? - with a sudden power outage, jennifer begins to suspect something bad is coming, suspecting the gate has been opened, things turn upside down when she go through a bought of depression -- hiding her feelings from steve.

chapter two : the mall rats - jennifer's brother comes home from camp nowhere, revealing that he intercepted a russian code the night before as he asks for help from her, steve and robin.

chapter three : the case of the missing lifeguard - jennifer, steve, and dustin keep a look out for russian spies in the mall as she begins to feel somewhat better.

chapter four : the sauna test - after robin finds a useful map of starcourt mall, her, jennifer, steve and dustin bribe erica with 'free ice cream for life' as she crawls through startcourt's ventilation system. later, she opens the lynx transportation door, and the small group comes down from the roof to join her.

chapter five : the flayed - after falling down the elevator shaft, the scoops troop make their way through the russian base as they come across the gate being reopened.

chapter six : e pluribus unum - with robin and steve trapped by russians, jennifer, her brother and erica stage a daring rescue.

chapter seven : the bite - the teens and kids prepare for war as they regroup with joyce, hopper and newcomer murray bauman.

chapter eight : the battle of starcourt - terror reigns in starcourt mall when the mind flayer comes to collect. However down below, in the dark, the future of the world is at stake.

SEASON FOUR

prologue iv - with jennifer's relationship on the rocks, she meets metalhead eddie munson at a lone picnic bench behind hawkins high school as soon become friends.

chapter one : the hellfire club - jennifer begins working at family video alongside steve and robin when she gets invited to eddie's trailer, only to be a witness to a crime by an unknown entity.

chapter two : vecna's curse - while jennifer tries to tell her friends what happened, they don't believe her and begin searching for eddie. that night, he reveals to the gang what happened.

chapter three : the monster and the superhero - jennifer, steve and dustin take max to talk to ms. kelley before traveling to the high school to retrieve answers on her condition.

chapter four : dear billy - max is in grave danger... and is running out of time as jennifer, lucas, dustin, and steve accompany the teen as she writes and hand delivers goodbye letters for family and loved ones.

chapter five : the nina project - while the hawkins kids comb a crumbling house for clues, billie is in danger when she becomes vecna's next target.

chapter six : the dive - while searching for another gate to the upside down, the police catch dustin, lucas, and max as the young adults dive into lover's lake to rescue steve.

chapter seven : the massacre at hawkins lab - jennifer, steve, nancy, robin, and eddie are trapped in the upside down. jennifer later learns from nancy that the day is stuck in november 6, 1983 -- the day will byers went missing.

chapter eight : papa - after getting back to the real world, the gang gather supplies and prepares for battle.

chapter nine : the piggyback - from russia to california to hawkins, heroes fight to save hawkins -- and the world itself.

Crazy For You

Genre: lgbtq; sci-fi; horror Warnings: violence, past trauma, swearing, fear, gore, alcohol consumption, light smut

kathryn harrington's biography phoebe hopper's biography

THREE

001. missing keys - after arriving at starcourt mall, kat finds her brother's keys as he returns them to where he works, coming in contact with his co-worker robin buckley.

002. the mall rat - kathryn begins to develop feelings for a fellow classmate, coming to scoops ahoy all the time just to talk to robin.

003. the stakeout - kathryn gets dragged away from her crush to have a stakeout with her brother and dustin in starcourt mall, almost revealing too much information.

004. test - kathryn follows robin to a nearby store to retreive a map of the mall's ventilation system, and begin to get to know one another.

005. flayed - kathryn, robin, steve, dustin and erica get trapped beneath the mall in a russian base.

006. the rescue - steve, erica and dustin come to kathryn and robin's rescue, saving them from the russians.

007. war - after running off, kathryn and robin are enticed by the mall's lights before purging the truth serum out of them, later coming to terms on how they feel about each other.

008. starcourt - everyone regroups to plan out how they can fight the mind flayer and close the gate once and for all.

009. is this love? - kathryn and robin give the relationship between them time as kat mourns the loss of her best friend.

010. trauma - the grieving process is hard cause there's a lot of feelings to uncover, however, a dark entity begins taking over students of hawkins high.... unfortunately, kathryn is one of them.

011. cursed -

012. hawkins past - kathryn, nancy and robin venture out and delve into hawkins past demons.

013. running out of time - the gang uncovers the symptoms that vecna's victims suffer from before eventually dying as kathryn worried for her future.

014. the creel house - the gang investigate clues in the creel residence to try and find something to save kathryn.

015. the dive - after kathryn, dustin, max, and lucas get caught being out after curfew, they eventually figure out a way to communicate with them from nancy's bedroom before escaping to rescue the gang.

016. vecna's motive - nancy reveals vecna's past to the others as everyone fears for kathryn's safety.

017. prepping - the gang prepare for battle as robin commemorates her love for kathryn one last time.

018. the fight - being a prime target, kathryn sacrifices herself long enough for the gang to fight vecna

epilogue - what come next for kathryn now that she's saved?

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🌚 Devotion Tastes So Sweet On Your Lips (AO3 // REBLOG) - A Spooky Steddie Horror One-Shot (Maybe Series...) Steve Prays To The Old Gods And Eddie The Banished Answers

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+Steve Throws Eddie His Yellow Sweater, Eddie Throws Steve His Vest. It's a Whole Thing (It's Canon. Gone a bit Viral, this one🤘) (Further Evidence: Steve Puts on The Vest and Eddie Checks Out His Ass, Also Canon. + Bonus Canon: Every Time Eddie Puts On His Steve Smile)

+Eddie Realizes Steve Is More Than A Babysitter (w/ Inspo Post Steve Slays Demo-Bats, Eddie Reacts, this one has Gotten Popular, but I mainly attribute that to Steve's Titties 🤘)

+Stephanus Concubinus, Emperor Geta's Vita (a Steddie x Gladiator II au blurb inspired by kingsandsaints ' gorgeous painting of Joe Keery wearing laurels and a white sheet🕊️)

+Rockstar!Eddie, Meets Server Duo Stobin, is an Asshole and Gets His Just De'Soup- Later Eddie Comes Back to Apologize and Gets Steve's Number- Then, A Misunderstanding and a Proposal (An Add-On Ficlet started by two very talented writers sabbathbloddysabbeth and estrellami-1🤘)

+Rockstar!Eddie in a Case of Mistaken Identity Gets Dragged to Dustin's 21st "Rockstar Hotel After Party" Themed Birthday by an Oblivious Steve +Bonus Robin Has Something To Say About That (An Add-On Ficlet inspired by Whathehonestfuk's post🤘)

+Rogueddie Famous!Steddie, Eddie Reads Tumblr RPF of Steve, Steve Gives a Rec (Rogueddie Wrote A Blurb, I Wrote A Blurb, an Add-On Ficlet)

+S4 Cut Scene: Steve Pines For Eddie, Dustin is Excited For Two Dad's, or Whatever, He's Not Picky (Eddie Witnesses This Interaction From Afar, Wonders Fondly, an Add-On Ficlet)

+Steve is afraid to scare Eddie away by treating him 'like a girl,' Eddie is frustrated, thinking Steve just can't bring himself to cuddle him because he's a guy. (Until Eddie opens Steve's closet and a mountain of dead and drying bouquets and boxes fall all around him. An Add-On Ficlet) +The Add On Where They Go From Idiots to Lovers

+Steddie!Little Mermaid AU Blurb-let (It started with a whisper- *Steve Herrington* and ended when Prince Eddie kissed he- er, uh, no wait- that's actually Henry the Sea Witch with Prince Steve's stolen voice... Violence and Magic and A Happily Ever After, Oh My!)

+Eddie Doesn't Give A Fuck About Sleep Paralysis Demon Steve (a bit personal, turned into a Steddie prompt)

+Eddie, Post Apocalypse, Joins The Military Supernatural Special Forces, Until He Receives a Call from an Old Friend in Hawkins (a Steddie Prompt Blurb)

📜A Tale in Gifs🍿

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+Steve: All My Homies Love Boobs And Hate The Government / Robin Looks At Eddie: *Gay Silence* / Steve: Right?! (Robin Looks At Eddie: *Cringes* / Steve: *Bi Panic Sets In*)

+Eddie Munson the Lunchtime Menace... He Does All His Best Menacing at Tables: A Tale in Gifs (A Montage of Eddie Being Menacingly Innocent 😇👀)

+Steve: If He Fuck Me Good I'll Take His Ass To Red Lobster / Steddie Version / Metal Sandwich Version (🍨⛵🦞)

+The First Time Little Eddie Munson With The Buzzed Hair Gets Called A F*reak, He Is Too Stunned To Speak (Literally, just a sentence ✨with gifs✨ but now I need 100k words, on my desk by Monday morning. Prompto.)

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I know the oc ask is for stranger things but would you be willing to answer 7 for Chrysanthemum?🫣

Of course I'll answer!♡

7. What attribute of them (some facet of their personality, their history, their look, or whatever etc) would you find most important to somehow preserve if they were transplanted to an AU fanfic?

A)Everything about her would be transported into an AU, except for how her father died. If she lived in a would without the supernatural he would've died of natural causes and/or murder of a regular mortal.her father has to die for her to take that drastic change in her personality and skill set, so that's pretty important I'd say!♡