#jonathan byers x yn

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This Could Get Ugly Track 6: The Aftermath

Summary: It's 1983 and The Downsides need another lead singer and you just happen to need a band--it's a perfect match. The only issue? You have to pretend to be in a relationship with your bandmate, Steve Harrington, but you can't help but be drawn to the band's broody guitar player.

pairing: s.h. x fem!reader, e.m. x fem!reader, j.b. x n.w.,

warnings: ANGST, drinking, drug use, smut, oral and fingering f receiving, p in v sex, the Harringtons make an appearance.

a/n: It has been a while my loves! I really have no excuse but I am excited to get back into the swing of things! Originally, this was meant to be one chapter but I split it in two, hopefully you don't mind! Also, I kinda rushed towards the end so it's not as neat as the rest of it--I'm sorry! I just really wanted to get this! I'm kinda itching to get to the next installment!

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MURRAY: There were doubts about how well the tour would do, especially after all the scandals. But even despite assholes like Chris Palmer—or maybe because of them—the first tour had been way more of a success than anyone had ever imagined. Brenner and his team essentially had dollar signs for eyes by the end of it. They wanted the band to record the second album literally as soon as they got off the tour bus. 

Me and Hopper tried our best to advocate for the kids getting some time off, especially since tensions during the last half of the tour had run hot according to Hopper. The best we could get them was a month. 

Listen, we really, really tried our best for those kids. There were some really nasty fuckers at the label who saw them as nothing more than a product to push, a means to an end but we tried our best to keep them afloat. And sure, part of that is because they were our most lucrative artists, but we also genuinely cared for them and we wanted to help as much as we could. 

Sometimes, though, they made that really hard. 

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JUNE 14th, 1984—LOS ANGELES, CA

You’re the last one at Starcourt studios. Everyone’s eyes turn at the sound of you rushing through the lobby door. Everyone looks equally as weary as you feel, having only been back in LA for effectively 48 hours. 

You’re sure you would all rather be anywhere but Starcourt except Murray and Hopper called an urgent meeting that apparently could not wait. 

As you approach the group sitting in the lobby you look around to the tired and anxious faces of your bandmates and eventually you end up meeting Steve’s eyes.

Poor Steve, who showed up at your door the day following his drunken, lovelorn, declaration full of shame and embarrassment that only hangover of an infinite caliber could accompany. He had begged you to forget the whole conversation had ever happened and you agreed readily although the damage had already been done.

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MURRAY: I chose to never have kids because I never wanted to deal with the responsibilities. So, tell me why I was out here parenting a bunch of 20 something’s who were hellbent on ruining their own lives and mine in the process? 

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“Here’s the deal,” Murray begins, once all the band members were settled into his office, “the label seems to want the album sooner than we thought. We can’t give you the three months off we had originally agreed on—” this announcement is met with the expected amount of jeers and complaints “—but Hopper and I fought for you all to get a month before we start recording again.”  Murray pauses expectantly but is met with silence. 

“Okay, well, you’re welcome for that, ungrateful little fucks. We will be back here in a month’s time to start,” his gaze focuses in on you and Eddie at this point, “except for the two of you. This dribble you decided to call lyrics is absolutely atrocious and I need new material. I’ve marked everything that is salvageable but the rest is scrap. “ 

Eddie immediately erupts into protests that eventually get cut off by Steve who argues for rewrites to happen together while the others take the opportunity to try to barter for more time off.

You’re far too stunned by Murray’s disparagement to weigh in. Sure, some of the pieces needed work but were they all really that bad? 

“This isn’t meant to be a team effort,” Murray says to Steve, “this is meant to be a punishment for these two for not doing a good enough job.”

“Wow these songs must be terrible,” Robin cuts in, “can we see them at least?” She asks as she makes a grab for the papers which Murray barely manages to dodge. This, once again, causes the room to descend into arguments and chaos, forcing Hopper to take over.  

“Enough!” He bellows, deep and authoritatively. “None of this is up for debate. We’re taking a month off and when we regroup, we’ll have an album’s worth of new material to record that hopefully isn’t terrible. Are we clear?” 

There were murmurs of agreement as the hand began gathering their things before your manager cut you off, “Sit your asses down, I have something else to talk to you about.” 

Hopper then spends twenty minutes reading off a list of every instance of property damage that happened over the tour and how much they cost while the rest of you squirm in your seats under his judgmental stare.  Eventually, mercifully, the meeting is ended, and you dash out of your seat in hopes of making it out without any further uncomfortable conversations but of course, luck is not on your side because before you can even stand, Murray has another request.  

“Minx, Munson, hang back for me while you?” 

You and Eddie awkwardly watch as the resort of the band file out and stand silently waiting and their voices grow more and more distant down the corridor. 

Finally, when it’s certain that it’s just the three of you, Murray speaks. 

“So how long have you two been a thing?” 

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MURRAY: One look at the music they had sent in, and it was clear, there was something going on there. Listen, I don’t usually get involved in the personal lives of my artists but the was a unique circumstance.  For one, it was very obvious what and who the lyrics were about. Songs about edgy, mysterious lovers and wanting someone you can’t have don’t necessarily scream “Happy, functioning, long term relationship”. 

We couldn’t risk the press, or worse, Heart-Eyed Harrington getting wind of that. It would wreck our credibility and break the kid’s heart and that would’ve been curtains for the band. 

So, I pulled the two aside and told them they would have to rewrite their lyrics to be less transparent and also less bad.

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“Can you believe he said that?” You ask once the two of you are in the privacy of the studio’s parking lot. 

“Oh well, I dunno, we were definitely phoning it in towards the end. Plus, we could use more cohesion,” Eddie reasons, struggling to keep up with your angry strides. 

“No not that! I’m talking about all the other stuff,” you wave a hand fancifully in the air, “about us having feelings for one another. That’s crazy!” You let out a sharp exhale in place of a laugh. 

“Right,” Eddie trails off, “… and why would that be crazy, again?” 

“Well, for one, you hate everything I stand for, remember?” You laugh as you unlock the front door of your car. 

He peers at you from under his lashes, sunshine weaving through his hair, face stoic.

“You’re right,” he says finally, after consideration, “I do.” 

You nod in agreement and not even a little offended. 

“And that’s why it works so well,” you explain as you lower yourself into the driver's seat, “because we don’t like each other like that.  That’s what Murray doesn’t understand, it’s just sex.”  

“Right,” Eddie echoes, tersely, “it’s just sex.” 

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EDDIE: It wasn’t just sex for me. 

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MURRAY: You would think that two Songwriters’ Hall of Fame recipients wouldn’t need to be babysat to, you know, write music but those two were an absolute nightmare to deal with. It was a struggle just to find them a place to get together to write. Her place was constantly getting hounded by paps and Munson refused even to tell HR where he lived. 

A week in, we realized they needed to get out of town which is why I ended up sending them to a property I owned in Ranch Cucamonga just so they could get out of my hair. 

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JUNE 22nd, 1984—RANCHO CUCAMONGA, CA

“What is this place?” You wonder aloud as Eddie unlocks the front door of a very average-looking split-level suburban home. The house is sparse and humble, lacking all the opulence that Murray’s LA residence had in excess. 

“Probably where he meets up with his girlfriend,” Eddie shrugs.

“Murray has a wife.” 

“Yeah, I know. Why do you think we’re all the way in the Inland Empire?”

You open your mouth to argue but you’re stopped by the realization that Eddie is probably right and instead you grip your bag thingy against your body and with eyes darting around to every piece of furniture in sight, you say, “we should probably disinfect all the surfaces.” 

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EDDIE: It was the perfect spot: quiet, secluded. Plus, we were so grossed out at the idea of hooking up in Murray’s sex pad that we kept it PG and focused.  

MURRAY: It was not a sex pad.  

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“He has a waterbed, Nance,” you relay over the phone later that night, once you and Eddie had settled, “if that doesn’t say ‘sex pad’ I don’t know what does!” 

Nancy gags in response, “Ew, that’s disgusting!” 

You giggle at her exaggerated response, grateful that she answered the phone on the second ring. 

“How’s everything over there?” You inquire, pointer finger coiling around the telephone cord. “How’s…everyone doing?”

“By everyone, do you mean Steve?”

You kick your feet in the air from your perch on the kitchen counter. “Steve is part of everyone, isn’t he?” 

“Well, for starters, I don’t think he’s very happy that Murray sent you off with Eddie.” 

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I can see him in the pool right now. He’s doing laps—butterfly.” 

“Okay? Doesn’t he always swim though?” You were confused.  Back when you were on tour, it was not uncommon to find Steve at the hotel pool in the early mornings.

“He only swims butterfly when something is bothering him,” Nancy explains like it’s obvious. 

“Wow Nance, you sure remember a lot about your ex-boyfriend’s strokes,” you joke.

“And the two of you sure do care a lot about what the other is doing for being in a fake relationship,” she retorts.  “It is still fake, right?” 

“Yes, of course it is.” 

The front door clicks unlocked—Eddie’s back from picking up takeout and you rush to change the subject, “Speaking of relationships, how’s Jonathan?” 

Nancy, mercifully, doesn’t dwell on you and Steve and instead sighs at the mention of her boyfriend.

 “Not great.  Turns out Joyce downplayed Will’s condition while we were on tour. Jonathan’s livid, of course.” 

Even through the static, you can hear the strain in Nancy’s voice as she struggles to keep it steady. 

“Yesterday he got angry with me for trying to get him to talk to her.  Will’s about to go to surgery and it’s not for him to see the two of them fighting.

He’s just so moody and hard to be around. I’m starting to avoid him if I’m honest. Is that bad?” 

 For as long as you’ve known her, Nancy had always been like a well-shot arrow: sharp, steady, and sure of where she was going. It’s strange to hear her at a loss. 

“No, not at all,” you comfort, “things are tough right now and it sounds like you might need space. Maybe you can come by next week? Stay a few days and help us write. It’ll give you both some space.”

 Your eyes find Eddie’s across the kitchen counter where he’s unpacking steaming containers of Chinese food. You can tell he’s been listening in on your conversation because he nods along emphatically at your suggestion. 

“Are you sure?” Nancy asks.

“Yes,” you assure, “I’ve cleared it with Eddie, and he agrees.” 

“I agree!” Eddie shouts in the background and that gets a giggle out of Nancy. 

You bid goodbye to Nancy but not without asking her to seriously consider your offer. 

“Nancy might come and visit,” you announce as you start stacking your plate with food.

“Yeah, I heard,” Eddie responds, mid-noodle slurp. “But just so we’re clear, if Wheeler does come, she’s taking the waterbed.” 

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Maybe it’s the change of scenery, or maybe it’s the above-average Chinese food (or maybe it’s the grade-A hydroponic hash that Argyle has passed along as a parting gift) but for the first time in months, you and Eddie are back in your songwriting groove.

The two of you work into the night, sifting through your existing work, parsing out what can be saved. 

You work until your eyes and fingertips burn and you have no choice but to call it a night before heading up to the guest room upstairs. 

“Night, Eds,” you call out over your shoulder as you stumble up the stairs. 

His response is muffled by your yawns. Exhausted, you cannot wait to get into your (non-water) bed and you flop belly-first onto the mattress, ready to succumb to the exhaustion of the day. 

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You can’t sleep. You’ve been tossing and turning for an hour and as hard as you will it, you can’t sleep. 

There’s an unfamiliar emptiness settling into the space that you can’t seem to cope with. There are no blaring police sirens or yelling partygoers around to indicate life. As far as you know, you could be the only person on the planet. You balk at the idea and decide to go downstairs in search of life. 

Eddie had decided pretty early on that he preferred sleeping on the couch than on the waterbed in Murray’s room. When he announced his decision earlier over dinner, he had paused, almost as if leaving space for you to invite him to share your bed in the guest room. There was room, after all. But you didn’t make that offer because why would you? The two of you might have been sleeping together on tour but even then, that rarely meant spending the night. Offering to share a bed with him now, with no promise of sex (which you refuse to have for a myriad of reasons including the fact that this was Murray’s sex pad), well, that would seem far too close to what Murray was accusing you of back at the studio and you would rather die than see him be right. 

That’s how Eddie ended up on the couch. He’s still awake when you descend down the stairs, strewn across the sofa joint in hand and bathed in synthetic blue light from the TV. He doesn’t see you at first but when he does, he smiles, slowly and waves a hand lazily. 

“Hey,” he greets as you land at the foot of the stairs. 

“Hey,” you greet back, padding into the kitchen and pouring yourself a glass of water. 

You linger in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, debating whether you should stay. Your initial plan was to just grab a drink and go back upstairs, but that was back when you thought Eddie was asleep.  You chew your lip in indecision. Eddie’s pretending not to watch you. 

“Can’t sleep,” you explain as you drop onto the opposite side of the couch after consideration.

 “Why not?” He asks his eyes completely removed from the TV, the old episode of “Million Dollar Man” he was watching forgotten. 

“Too quiet,” you explain, simply, “I’ve never slept in a place this quiet.” 

“Really?” 

“Well, yeah,” you grow shy under his gaze, pulling your knees to your chest and curling a throw pillow into your chest. 

“Not even when you lived in your fancy mansion on the hill?” You can tell by his tone that he doesn’t mean to poke fun with the question; he’s genuinely curious. 

“No. My parents were always having people over, there was always some party my mom would host or some actors staying with us while my dad filmed and even when there weren’t people over—which was rare—my parents would always be fighting. They would yell a lot.”

“What would they fight about? Who got to drive the Rolls Royce?” Eddie laughs nervously, he’s doing that thing where he makes jokes when he’s uncomfortable. 

“Let’s just say that my dad was not nearly as discreet as Murray is about his extra-curricular activities,” you scoot closer to reach for the joint in his hand. You refuse to be sober while sharing childhood details.  

Eddie leans closer and hands you the joint. Your fingers brush. 

“I get that,” he commiserates, “my pop wasn’t around much, but when he was, he and my ma would really get into it. Yelling, throwing plates, the whole thing.” 

“Shut up!” You exclaim, “my parents would throw plates too!” 

You’re not sure why but throws you into a fit of giggles. Eddie watches you tilting your head back as laughter rips through you.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, half laughing himself. 

“It’s just, that,” you struggle to say through the laughs, “for all the fuss you made about how opposite we are, we’re not that different after all. In the end, we’re just two kids who grew up watching their parents throw plates at one another.” 

He lets out a chuckle at this now, too, as he leans forward to place the joint on the coffee table, “Yeah, I guess you’re kinda right.” 

The two of you laugh a little longer, probably a result of your exhaustion and the joint you’ve now whittled to a nub and then you sink into a comfortable silence, full attention back on the television. 

After a while, during a commercial break, Eddie leans over and says softly, “You know, I don’t hate you, I just hate everything you stand for.” 

Your shoulders are touching as the two of you have gravitated towards the center of the and you’re so mesmerized by the way his Adam’s apple moves as he speaks that it takes you a second to register what he’s said. 

“Thanks,” you respond sarcastically once his words have sunk in, “that makes me feel so good about myself.” 

His cheeks darken and he ducks his head towards his chest in embarrassment. 

“I meant that as a compliment, you know.”

“That’s a shit compliment, Eds,” you deadpan back.

He sighs, “Yeah, I know but I can never get my words out right when I’m talking to you. What I meant to say is that contrary to what you may think, I do like you and I think you’re very talented… and maybe… perhaps, I was wrong about you.” 

You lean forward as he says this, a gloating grin rising on your face. “Why, Edward, I believe that might be the kindest thing you’ve ever said about me.” 

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The phone is ringing. 

The early morning sun is burning your closed eyelids, which is annoying but not nearly as annoying as the phone ringing. You know you should get up and answer the phone that simply won’t stop ringing but you can’t will your body to move. 

You nestle further into the warm cocoon you’ve found yourself in this morning and wait for whoever is on the other line to eventually give up. 

The phone does eventually stop ringing, just like you knew it would, but not even three seconds later, it picks up again.

You try to ignore it once more, but it is insistent. You realize you have no choice but to get up. 

You’re far too peeved to notice at first, but the warm cocoon you’ve been so hesitant to leave isn’t a nest of blankets like you had originally thought, but a pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders and a solid chest where your head once rested: Eddie. 

You blink wearily up at him. He’s completely unfazed by the ringing. Even though you know Eddie to be an annoyingly deep sleeper, you still try to gently extract yourself from his arms. 

You sit up halfway and catch a glimpse of Eddie’s expressionless face, and, in its peace, you’re reminded of his kind words last night. Suddenly, you lean down quickly and peck a kiss on his cheek. You recoil quickly in surprise scrambling off the couch and quickly pad over to the still-ringing phone. 

“Hello?” You snap. 

“Nice of you to finally pick up,” Murray replies.

“What is it, Murray?”

“I wanted to see how it was going.”

You sigh in response, letting him know exactly how little patience you have.  

“Fine. It’s going fine.”

“How’s the writing?”

 “Fine.”

“And the house?”

“Fine.”

“And the waterbed?”

“Gross and untouched. Is that all?”

“You’re no help. Get me Munson.”

You’re about to tell him that Eddie was asleep when a hand snakes around the back of your head and wraps around the receiver in your hand.

A bleary-eyed Eddie gently tugs the phone from your hand and brings it to his ear.

“You’ve got Munson,” Eddie greets through a yawn.

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EDDIE: The Rancho Cucamonga house was like a bubble where the outside world didn’t exist for us. We were finally able to focus on the songwriting without having to work around a tour or press appearances or the rest of the fucking band. We were finally just able to write, and we killed that shit.

 There was something else too, though. I’m not sure how it started… I guess that first night we bonded—shared trauma, you know? And the next morning when I woke up on the couch, she was in my arms. All that time we were fooling around, that had never happened. When I woke up and saw her asleep on my chest, I just closed my eyes and lay there, not wanting to get up. Corny, I know. Eventually, she woke up—Murray’s fault—and she kissed me, on my cheek. She probably thought I was still asleep.

After that, it was like all bets were off. We started being affectionate with each other all of a sudden. We didn’t have sex—somehow it felt like sex would ruin it. But it was like we had entered this alternate universe where we were just, I don’t know, two twenty-somethings that were in love and living together and making good fucking art.

She would do this thing when she wanted my attention and kiss me on the jaw. She would make me breakfast—Eggos, the woman has never been a chef—but it was the thought that counted. I would make her her tea every night, exactly how she liked it. I somehow knew how she liked her tea. I know it sounds so… mundane and small but all the little things added together is what makes something real.

We wouldn’t talk about it. It would’ve ruined it, we both knew.  It was like if we didn’t acknowledge it, we were giving the other person room to back out.

If you asked her how she’d describe that week we spent in the suburbs, I’m not really sure what she’d say, but if you ask me, right now, I would still say it was one of the best weeks of my life.

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“Nancy!” you yell across the driveway at the brunette.

The keyboardist turns and waves emphatically before handing her cab driver a few dollar bills for the fare.

You run out towards her, throwing your arms around her neck in delight.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you breathe out, as your eyes scan over her in assessment. She looked more haggard than before, the bags under her eyes were more prominent. Despite this, her smile is genuine.

“Thank you for inviting me,” she says as you lead her up the front steps while Eddie follows with her small luggage.

You immediately launch into a tour of the house while Eddie, generously, has made himself sparse to give the two of you some privacy and goes out for a smoke.

Nancy, being the gracious guest that she was, had no qualms with taking the waterbed and while you helped get her settled into her new space, she fills you in with what’s been happening in your absence.

“Robin went back home; her younger sister is about to start at Marquette. Argyle went back to Arizona for a few days and Steve went with him.”

Hearing Steve’s name was jarring but even more so was hearing that he had traveled to a whole other state without you knowing about it. That was a silly thought, you knew, after all, you hadn’t spoken to him once since you’d traveled inland. Plus, you had been living the last week in a watercolor haze with Eddie, something that only worked when you pushed Steve to the back of your mind.

“How are things with Jonathan?” You cut in, anxious to be rid of any mention of Steve from the conversation. It’s Nancy who then falters. and grows tense.

“He was very supportive of me coming here,” she divulges, lowly. “He seemed kind of guilty when I told him how this was affecting me. That’s Jonathan for you though, constantly carrying the weight of everyone’s problems on his shoulders.”

“Gee,” you let out a mirthless laugh, “I wonder who he has that in common with?”

Nancy rolls her eyes, but her shoulders relax, a tiny bit, and slowly, the information unspools out of her. She tells you about Jonathan’s family—his worrisome mother, his absent father, and his perpetually sick younger brother who was the reason behind anything he did—and about the nights spent in hospital waiting rooms, hopeful for miracle treatments to finally deliver (they never do).

You felt the weight of burden coming

Nancy rolls her eyes, but her shoulders relax, a tiny bit and slowly, she begins to unfurl.

She tells you about Jonathan’s family—his worrisome mother and his absent father and his perpetually sick younger brother that was the reason behind anything he did—and about the nights spent in hospital waiting rooms, hopeful for miracle treatments to finally deliver (they never do).

 She talks about her own family too, and the mounting pressure to be successful in the face of her parents’ disapproval after she had turned down her university full ride in favor of the band.

She also tells you about the growing tension in the band’s shared house and how she’s pretty sure everyone is sick of living with each other, but no one wants to be the first to admit it.

She’s being pulled taunt in every direction and as you listen to her unload her burdens, for the first time, you feel lucky to only have yourself to answer to.

Later, once Nancy’s heart has been borne, and you’re out on the deck with Eddie, you can’t help but share your discovery with him in between cigarette puffs.

“I dunno,” he shrugs stiffly, “I’d like to think that the right person would be worth any trouble they may bring to your life. She seems to think so too,” he motions towards the sliding glass kitchen doors towards Nancy who is currently on the phone with Jonathan, her brow once again furrowed in worry.

You tilt your head, unconvinced, “Maybe they see it that way, but for me, it just seems like a slippery slope to plate throwing.”

He laughs dryly at this, a quick exhale of smoke that frames him in a momentary halo. He’s leaning with his arms against the deck railing and the smoke mixes prettily with the spackling of stars in the night sky bringing out his fine, aristocratic features and making him look like a painting brought to life.

“Just because our folks were pieces of work that doesn’t mean you should give up on love altogether.”

The statement stuns you for a moment—you were sure that in Eddie you’d find a kindred spirit, a fellow love nihilist.

“I haven’t given up on love,” you backtrack, “ I’m just afraid, I guess.” The last part comes out small but you can’t help it.

This peaks Eddie’s interest, “Afraid? I’ve never seen you afraid of anything. What could you possibly be afraid of?”

You sigh, the conversation having veered out of your control but at this point you’re too caught up to stop it.

“I guess I’m scared that I’ll love someone so much I would lose sight of everything else I really want,” you explain. “Or worse, that I would give it all up if they asked me to,” you confide voice small, “that I would do anything they’d ask me to.”

“That’s kinda what love feels like though,” Eddie lights another cigarette, “like you’d let them do anything to you but trust them not to. Because if they really loved you, they wouldn’t make you give up something that was important to you.”

Then, before you can stop it, the question comes tumbling out, “have you ever been in love like that?”

He looks at you hard, like he’s willing you to know the answer. Finally, after what feels like an eternity he responds, “Yeah, once or twice.”

“How was that?” You croak out awkwardly. What you’re really asking is what did you let them do to you?

He laughs, a little softer this time, a little bird endeared and a little bit incredulous. “You’re asking me how it is to be in love?”

You nod, feeling a little silly.

Eddie takes another puff of his cigarette, mulling over the question carefully.

“It kinda sucks,” he eventually says, “you feel constantly exposed, like a wounded animal. And you hate everything that isn’t them. And you would do anything for them, which is terrifying. And you spend the whole time wondering how it will end—because of course, you never feel worthy of them—and then when it does, it’s like a dull knife. But that’s okay because it’s all worth it and I would do it again in a heartbeat.”

You sit with his answer, rolling it back and forth in your mind like a marble on concrete. He watches you, expectantly, once again with that willing expression on his face. You’re trying to read his mind but you’re not sure you can.

Eventually, you say aloud the only thing you can think of, “You should put that in a song.”

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Having Nancy around is great.

For one, she’s a great songwriting collaborator. Her skill with the piano is unmatched and she has a propensity for ballads that neither you nor Eddie seem to possess.

Also, having her around helps curb whatever was happening with you and Eddie.  Things did not stop, however, they didn’t go further than where they were and you’re certain that if Nancy hadn’t With Nancy around to keep you focused, you’re churning out songs—good quality songs—faster than ever.

Murray asks to see what you have halfway through your stay and you fax him the best of what you’ve written. It’s a struggle between the three of you to get the ancient fax machine in Murray’s home office to actually work but the 30 minutes of cursing on the phone with ‘Murray’s secretary is worth it when later that evening the producers gives you a call to tell you that you’ve finally hit the mark.

“It was like pulling teeth, but you got there. Thank Wheeler for me,” he says over the line and it’s the closest you’ll ever get to a direct compliment from him. He mentions something about sharing the songs with a few others to help with the arrangements and then hangs up without saying a proper goodbye but you barely register that because you’re too relieved.

“He likes it!” you announce and the three of you whoop in celebration. Eddie picks you up and spins you around landing a kiss on your temple that you’re hoping Nancy, by some miracle, missed.

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NANCY: I saw when he kissed her that night, but that was nowhere near the first weird exchange I caught between them that week.

Nothing big, just little couple things, you know? The little minutia that two people in a relationship do like making each other coffee and gentle touches and talking soft and careful to each other.

The type of things Jonathan and I used to do before things got bad.

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“What’s going on between you and Eddie?”

Nancy’s tone isn’t accusatory when she asks, just curious.

It’s the night before you are slated to go back to LA and the two of you are on a sunset walk around the neighborhood, it was all very domestic, and you had been enjoying it immensely until Nancy’s curiosity got the best of her.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you respond, airily, “nothing’s going on.”

She cuts you a look that says you know better than to lie to her and you deflate and come clean.

After she bore you all her troubles on the night of her arrival, you feel like you owe her some honesty in return.

So you tell her everything from the beginning.

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NANCY: Frankly, for the entirety of our first tour, I thought something was going on between her and Steve, so when she told me that she and Eddie had been sleeping together during the tour, well that totally took me by surprise.

The craziest part was that they had never talked about it. Well, maybe it’s not that crazy, neither of them is really known for being upfront about their feelings.

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“So are you two in a relationship?”

“No, I don’t think so?”

“So what, you just sleep together and are affectionate with one another and take care of each other? That’s a relationship.” Before you can argue back, Nancy jumps into the next question, “What about Steve? I honestly thought you two had something going on.”

“Steve is great. He’s kind and easy to be around, and so is Steve. But he doesn’t see me for who I am. He expects too much from me, and I know I’m going to let him down. " You feel stupid and dramatic admitting this, but you want Nancy to understand.

“Eddie knows me, he knows what to expect of me. He’s not trying to convince me to buy into this…  fairytale relationship box Steve is trying to put me in. Eddie just kind of takes whatever I can spare when it comes to affection, and he doesn’t ask for more. It’s convenient with him.”

“You both deserve more than convenience and scraps of affection,” Nancy argues.

“Listen,” she pauses on the sidewalk to look at you, eyes as big as the moon under the light of the streetlamp, “I’m not trying to tell you what to do, but we both know this thing is a ticking time bomb.

“You need to spend some time figuring out how you really feel and have some honest conversations with both of them before someone gets hurt.”

That’s the last thing she says before walking away.  

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Chapter 8: Strange Feelings

[Previous Chapter]

YN opened her eyes, looking up at her ceiling, a sense of something wrong tinting the air. She inhaled softly, turning her head towards her nightstand and looking at the clock. Groaning at the time, she rolled out of her bed and rubbed her eyes. She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of Dustin and Mom fawning over Dustin's costume. 

'Dare-'

Opening her eyes she looked up, turning to the end of her bed. She frowned, her fingers curling into her blanket before she shook her head. Standing up from her bed, she yawned as she walked towards her door, opening it and hearing Mom ask to see Dustin's 'pearls.' As she turned towards the living room, she paused as she felt a shiver crawl up her spine. She looked to her left, towards the basement door, an feeling in her brain pulling her towards the door.

"Dare-Bear! Why aren't you ready for school?" Her Mom said, breaking Dare out of her staring match with the door.

"Sorry Mom, woke up late."

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"No, Nancy-"

Nancy leaned against her locker as she looked at me. "Come on Dare, you can't just not go."

I look at her from the corner of my eyes and raise my brow. She sighs while rolling her eyes.

"I mean you could, but I want you to be there Dare. So you can stop me from doing anything stupid."

I pause for a moment, my hand still on my notebook before I sigh. "I'll think about it, okay?"

She smiled and opened her mouth to say something, but I interrupt her. 

"I mean it, Nance." I close my locker, turning to her with my books in my arms. "I'll think about it, but you know how I feel about parties. If I don't go, you can't be mad at me. It always ends up the same way, with a bunch of drunk people and stupid mistakes."

She stares at me, her smile drifting slowly, and then she nods. "Alright, that's fine. Just give it some thought, and call me when you decide okay?"

I smile and nod my head. "Will do Nance. I'll see you later."

I brush past her and head to my next class, knowing that if I turned to look, she would be watching me with a frown. 

I knew she wasn't mad, but she wasn't happy either. If Barb was here, she would've gone and I would be either at home or with Dustin trick or treating. That's how it always went. And I didn't want to change that.

I sigh heavily as I turn into my next class, my eyes drifting close as I try to calm down my brain. Stopping it from frying with overthinking. From trying to think about what could happen if I went, what could go wrong. About what could happen if I didn't go.

"Shit!" I exclaim as I run into somebody, my nose hurting from hitting their chest.

As I rub my nose, I open my eyes and look at who I had run into.

The new guy, Billy I think his name was, smirked down at me. My eyebrows furrow as I look at him in confusion, before I shake it off.

"Sorry, didn't see you there," I mutter, taking my hand off my nose.

"Course you didn't see me there, you had your eyes closed." He said, crossing his arms and leaning in closer to me.

I raise my right brow before smiling thinly and nodding my head. "Yep, you're right. My bad."

I try to brush past him but he puts his hand on my left shoulder, stopping me. I turn to him and he smiles down at me.

"Sorry, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Billy Hargrove, and you are?" He asks.

I stare up at him, my nerves buzzing underneath my skin before I sigh. "I'm YN, YN Henderson. You're Max's brother, right?"

He raises his brow before nodding his head, snapping his finger, and pointing at me. "That's right, you're the one who had called out her name our first day here. In the parking lot, right?"

Nodding my head I smile. "Yeah, that's right. She's awesome, kicked my ass at a few of the arcade games."

He pauses for a moment, his smile frozen on his face as he looks down at me. Then he laughs and his smile stretched wider, leaning in towards me. 

"She's always been good things like that. Say, are you going to the party tonight?"

I hesitate to answer as the bell rings, and I chuckle awkwardly. "I'm not a fan of parties actually. But, if I'm there, I guess you'll see me."

And I push past him with a smile. "It was nice talking to you!" And I head towards my seat, him watching me before he left the classroom.

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Dare sighed as she sat down at the normal table for lunch taking off her hat, crossing her arms on the table, and resting her forehead against them. She closed her eyes, breathing in for a moment and letting herself relax.

"Hey, Dare-Bear."

She huffed as she felt Eddie sit down beside her. "I thought I told you to not call me that."

His laughter caused her to look up and glare at him.

"Just because you tell me to not do it, Sweetheart doesn't mean that I'm not gonna keep doing it." He grins as he leans his head on his hand, looking down at her.

She rolls her eyes, turning her head so she faced him, but didn't lift her head from her arms. "True enough, Edward."

Eddie visibly pulled back, his face scrunched up in a frown of disgust. "Don't call me that, ever again."

She cracked open her eyes, lifting her brow. He sighed and nodded his head. "Fine, no more Dare-Bear."

She smiled.

"But I'm keeping Sweetheart then!" He exclaimed, lifting his index finger as if to make a point.

She sighed and lifted her head. "Fine, I'll allow it."

Eddie grinned before leaning his head back on his hand. "So what's up with the long face Sweets?"

Dare paused, glancing at him before sighing and resting her chin on her hand. "Nancy wants me to come to the party tonight."

Eddie raised his brow, nodding his head. "And I take it that you don't want to?"

Dare huffed before shrugging, leaning back and her hands dropping to her lap. "No, not really. But, I don't want to go trick or treating this year either." She turned to him. "But I also want to make sure Nancy doesn't do anything stupid, like puke in the bushes."

Eddie cringed, agreeing with her with a nod of his head. "Right, right. So what do you plan on doing?"

Dare hesitated before slouching over in her spot. "I guess I'm going to the party. Not like I have anything better to do, you know?"

He shrugged. "I mean, you could always hang out with me."

Dare smiled and grabbed her hat, putting it back on. "True, but how about you come along! We can just hang out there, making sure to disappear so we don't have to get involved with whatever happens."

Eddie paused, his lips thinning as he looks away from her. Dare laughs as she nudges his shoulder with her own.

"Come on Eddie! Who knows, it might not be a shitshow!" She smiles widely as she pokes his side. "Don't leave me to the wolves Eds!"

He groaned, throwing his head back and brushing her hand away. "Fine, FINE! I'll go."

Dare let out a cheerful whoop, her arm slinging around Eddie's neck. "YES!"

Eddie laughed, hugging her back briefly before pulling away, his ears a bright red beneath his hair. 

"Yeah yeah, don't act so excited. I doubt you'll even notice me, I tend to blend into the background." He coughed as he looked back at her.

Dare smiled and shook her head. "Guess I'll just have to go and find you, now won't I."

He grins at her, nodding his head. "Guess you will."

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"Nancy-"

"No, Dare. You look great like this!" Nancy exclaimed as she put on some eyeliner on me.

I glare up at her before brushing her hand away, looking over at the mirror. I pause before nodding my head and shrugging. "Alright, you're not wrong."

She grinned at me as I stood up and walked to the door. "Steve driving us?" I ask, turning to her as I put on my hat.

"Yes he is, but don't wear the hat-"

I stick out my tongue and turn back around. "Not happening Nance, either the hat stays or you go with Steve without me."

She huffs as she crosses her arms, her brow raised at me. I cross my arms, mimicking her. And soon enough, she folds and rolls her eyes. 

"Fine, you can wear your hat." She looks back at the mirror, fixing her little ribbon. "You do know that this is a costume party, right?"

I hum as I look down at my attire, shrugging quickly. "I'm dressed as Sarah Connor, or at least I tried to dress as her. So I'd say I got my costume as close as I could to the real thing." I look back at her, raising my brow. "And you are?"

She looks at me, but before she could say anything, there was a knock on the door.

"Nancy! Steve's here!" Mrs. Wheeler said through the door, and I sigh.

"Coming!" Nancy called out before giving me a look. "Just try to enjoy tonight, alright?"

I look at her as I nibble on my bottom lip, before nodding. "Alright, I'll try. Just don't do any stupid shit, alright?"

She smiles at me, nodding her head as she hooks her arm around mine. "Of course not."

---

Dare sighs heavily as she finally escapes the heat of the dance floor, going into the backyard that wasn't as crowded as it was inside. She blows a strand of hair out of her face, adjusting her grey jacket so it was rolled up to her elbows. She pulled at the collar of the peach and white tie-dyed shirt, grimacing at the scratching of the tag in the back.

She paused for a moment, looking over the crowd of people in the backyard, drunkenly dancing to the music. She didn't exactly know how long she had been separate from Nancy, but she knew that Steve would keep her safe. Dare frowned again, not seeing any good familiar faces that she had wanted to see. 

Towards the edge of the fence, Eddie stood with his arms crossed. He couldn't believe he was there, but he knew why he was. He sighed for what seemed to be the hundredth time before he finally noticed the person he had been searching for. Only, she hadn't noticed him.

He took a moment to focus on her, standing on his toes and moving around people to catch a clearer look at her. He smiled when he realized what she had worn as her costume. He glanced down at himself, the warmth creeping onto his face as he remember what he had decided to wear. And they were matching.

He had gone as, in his own style, Kyle Reese. From the Terminator movie, they had gone to see together almost three days ago. And she was Sarah Connor, but wearing the same hat that she always wore. 

He grinned a little wider as he watched her flip off someone who had obviously bumped into her, her frow visible from there. The feeling in his stomach fluttered again as she crossed her arms, leaning back against the house. He inhaled sharply as her gaze drifted over where he was.

But the butterfly in his stomach started to sink, as her attention was caught by someone else. Billy had approached her, smiling as he recognized her. And she returned it, though not as widely as he had.

"YN, you're here. I'm glad you could make it." Billy said as he leaned his right arm on the house. "I guess you arrived a little late, you weren't there when I was announced the keg king."

Dare laughed and shook her head, her smile thinning. "No, must have just missed it."

Her eyes drifted over the sea of people in the backyard, before Billy leaned in closer and blocked her vision.

"What's on your mind? Can't stand the sight of me?" He laughed, his smile faltering just ever so slightly. 

Dare's eyes widened before she shook her head rapidly. "Oh no! I was just, worried. I couldn't find my friend, and I just wanted to-"

Billy chuckled and nodded. "To look after them, right?"

Dare paused before smiling softly. "Yeah, it's what I do."

Dare flushed a soft pink as Billy leaned in more, a smirk drifting across his lips. "So would you take care of me too?" His hand pushed her cap up from her face.

Her brows twitched downward at his words, confused she asked, "What-"

But before she could finish her sentence, Billy kissed her.

Eddie felt his heart drop to his stomach, hell to his feet. He knew that some part of him wanted to scream, to pull her away from him. But he didn't. He couldn't. His fingers clenched tightly into a fist, his eyes narrowing as he glares at the two. But then he remembers.

She wasn't his. 

Eddie exhaled and turned away from them, walking back towards the gate to leave. He paused for a moment, looking back at the two, before walking out.

Dare leaned back, her eyes wide and her cheeks a bright red as she parted from the sudden kiss.

"Why'd you do that?" She asked softly, her voice in disbelief. 

Billy smiled as he leaned back toward her, his hand cupping her cheek, and his thumb touching her bottom lip. "Because you're adorable."

Dare blinked at him before reaching up and pulling her cap down, stepping out of his reach. "I should go check on my friend."

He laughed as she scrambled towards the door, not missing the redness of her cheeks.

"I'll find you later YN." He called after her, causing her to pause and look back at him. "You still need to take care of me, right?"

Her throat tightened and she looked away from him, trying to blend into the crowd as she tried to go back inside. But as she looked towards the fence, she stared at the back of someone who was walking away. She felt like she knew them, but she couldn't put her finger on it. But she recognized the coat from the movie. Someone had been her Kyle, and she didn't get to meet them.

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"I don't understand Steve! What the hell happened?" Dare yelled as she followed him to his car.

"What do you want me to say, Dare?" He said as he turned around, looking at her with his eyes slightly red. "She told me she wasn't in love with me. Said that it was bullshit, that I was bullshit."

Dare gaped at him before frowning heavily. "What else happened Steve?" 

Steve shook his head with a scoff, his arms hitting his sides. "Nothing else happened-"

Dare glared at him, her finger poking into his chest as she pointed her finger at him. "I know Nancy, Steve! What set her off, what else happened?"

He paused for a moment before sighing, looking down at the ground. "Barbra's parents, they're selling the house because they need money to try and find Barbra."

Dare's eyes widen as she takes a step back, her shoulders slacking. "Oh."

Steve nodded, not looking up from the ground. "Yeah."

She put her hands on her hip looking back at the house that was still lively, before looking back at Steve. His eyes were red, and his sniffling made her sigh.

"You should head home Steve-" He looked up at her, his eyes darting back to the house for a moment.

"No, I need to take-"

Dare shook her head, putting her hand on his shoulder. "No, Steve. You need to go home, wait until tomorrow when she's sober okay. Then you can talk to her. I saw Jonathan in there, and I'm sure he'd be fine with taking her home. But right now, you need space okay."

Steve frowned heavily, opening his mouth to argue before Dare covered his mouth with her hand. 

"Go home." She glared at him lightly, waiting for him to nod his head.

"Fine, I'll go." He sighed as he pushed her hand away. "Do you need a ride?"

Dare paused, frowning in thought before sighing. "I should get back, or maybe try to find Dustin and them."

Steven nodded his head, sniffing one more time as he wiped the corner of his eyes. "Then, umm, hop in."

---

I sighed softly as I looked out the window as we drove by the many trick-or-treaters. I glanced at Steve from the corner of my eyes, frowning when I see him wipe at his eyes again. I bite the inside of my cheek, before mentally kicking myself. 

"You can drop me off here. They're over there." I say, lying through my teeth.

He turns to me before looking ahead and nodding. "Alright." He said softly. 

I huff and smile as he pulls to the curb. "Thanks, Steve. And, give her time. I'm sure everything will work out eventually." I grin lightly as I open the door and step out.

He nods his head, not looking at me. "Thanks, Dare. You're really nice."

I shrug. "It's only for my friends. Have a good night Steve."

I shut the door after hearing him repeat it back, waving at him as I walk in the opposite direction. He pulled away from the curb, driving off towards his home before I groan and turn around and head towards my house.

I walk through the sea of trick-or-treaters, laughing to myself at some of the silly costumes. Most of them were heading home, their bags full or because of their own curfews. And I knew that the boys were on their way home too. And as I turn the block, not too far from my house, I notice something strange.

I frown as I continue walking down the street, my hands shoved into the pockets of my jacket. As I get close to the edge of my street, the blue figure turned toward me. Hesitating to step forward, I glance around at the nearby trick-or-treaters, noticing how they didn't spare the figure a glance. Swallowing thickly, I push the growing fear down, taking another step towards the figure. 

As I decide to ignore it, pretending that it wasn't there, I feel the fear bubble as it turns and follows me after I had passed it. I didn't look at it, nor did I hear its steps. But I could feel it following me, somehow I did. Turning my head ever so slightly, I try to get a look at it from the corner of my eyes, but a car passes by and the figure is gone.

My nerves are buzzing beneath my skin, and I couldn't ignore the feeling anymore. I turn down my street and run towards my house, ignoring my lungs as I feel them constrict. My feet thumping against the ground, and my heart pounding in my ears doesn't block out the feeling that it was still following me. Watching me.

As I turn to the front door, my hand on the handle, I look back. But there was nothing. I heaved and wheezed as I shuffle into my pants for my inhaler, my eyes glancing around for the blue figure. And even as I manage to calm my asthma down, the figure was gone. And the feeling had faded away.

I sigh heavily, placing my inhaler back in my pocket and opening the door. Relief floods through me as I walk into my house, my eyes drifting to my mother who had fallen asleep on the couch. I smile as I walk toward her, grabbing the remote from the side table and turning the tv off. 

"Taking care of your Mom as always." I hear a voice say, one I hadn't heard in a long time. 

I let the remote fall from my hands as I turn my head towards the sound of the voice. My eyes widen in panic and horror as the blue figure steps out of the kitchen doorway, and into view. 

My father smiles at me, his body a strange see-through blue. Like from Star Wars. His eyes drift to mine, and his smile falters for a moment. His brows furrow as he takes a step closer and points to himself.

"Can you see me, Dare-Bear?" He asks, and I inhale deeply.

And then I turn around and head straight out the door. I ignore him calling my name, jumping down the steps, and grabbing my bike.

"Dare- YN wait! We need to talk if you can see me-"

"I am not talking to a figment of my imagination Dad!" I pause as I look at him, before shaking my head. "This isn't okay."

He calls out for me as I peddle down the street, with only one destination in mind. To the one person who I knew I could count on. Hopper.

---

I had seen his car speed down the street from the road I was about to turn on. And I failed to get him to stop. And after chasing him, for what seemed to be hours, I caught up to him. His car was left on a trail deep in the woods, I could see the cabin not too far from the car. And after I stopped and used the rest of my inhaler, I decided to take my time with actually getting to the door.

"Why is he all the way out here?" I mutter to myself, huffing as I drop my bike next to his car.

As I walk towards the house, I notice a small flash near the ground. I frown before moving my head back and seeing it again.

"Is that a wire, or a spider web?" I ask, before kneeling and putting my hand out.

My eyes widen as I feel the thick wire against my fingertips, and I launch myself backward. I sit on my butt, staring at it in confusion before inhaling deeply. 

"It's probably nothing." I stand up, stepping over the trip wire carefully, and then walk to the house. 

As I walk onto the wooden porch, I hear footsteps on the other side of the wall. I quietly kneel, trying to creep to the door, feeling like something was off. Maybe my gut was just going haywire, but something wasn't right.

Kneeling in front of the door, I listen in on what was going on inside. The tv was playing in another room, but heavy footsteps were moving around in the living room. I frown heavily before I reach into my pocket and get the bobby pins from it. I swallow down the lump in my throat, slide the pins into the door, and slowly try to pick it. I could feel the cold October breeze against the back of my neck and against my cheeks as I heard the audible click, and how it went silent on the inside.

I quickly turn the handle and push the door open, climbing to my feet before raising my hands. 

"WHOA WHOA HOP! IT'S ME!" I yell as I was met with the barrel of the gun. "It's just me Hop, don't shoot."

He stares at me in disbelief, before lowing the gun and putting the safety on. "Jesus Christ Kid. You almost got yourself killed! Why the hell are you here? Did you follow me?"

I slowly drop my hands to my side and shake my head, before nodding. "Yeah, I followed you. But for a good reason! I needed to talk to you about something! I saw-"

"No, Kid you need to go home. You can tell me tomorrow-" And he tried to push me out the door before the door opened behind him. 

We froze as I looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with someone else who I thought was dead, or gone. But she wasn't blue like he was.

"Hopper, what the fuck?" I say slowly, turning to him in disbelief.

---

I cover my eyes as I try to digest what he had just told me. How he had been hiding her for months. How she had been with him for months and didn't tell us shit.

"Look, Kid. I understand that you're upset-"

I scoff and shake my head, lifting my hands from my face. "No Hop, I'm not upset. I'm angry and confused. Because I don't know what is going on with me, and now you’re adding this-"

"Whoa whoa whoa. Hey, what do you mean you don't know what's going on with you? What's going on with you?" He asked as he kneeled down in front of me, with Eleven to my right.

I fiddle with my fingers before I look at him again. 

"It's crazy Hop. I think I might be going crazy." I whisper, my voice breaking as I feel my emotions starting to boil over.

He frowns and shakes his head. "You're not crazy, why would you think you're crazy Kid?" 

I exhale deeply before sniffing slightly. "I saw Dad."

He paused, his face frozen in confusion and disbelief before he frowned again. 'What do you mean, you saw your Dad?"

I inhale deeply as I cross my arms and lean back against the couch. "I was on my way home, from the party. And I saw him, on my street. I didn't recognize him because I didn't get close to him. I felt like I was being watched, so I ran home. And when I walked in, he was in the kitchen so I didn't notice him." I pause as I look back at Hopper. "But then he said, 'Taking care of your Mom as always.' And I just froze."

Hopper rubbed his hand over his mouth, nodding his head. 

"And then, we made eye contact. And he asked me if I could see him. And I just ran, Hop. I just ran away, because I was scared. I was remembering that night when I had- had found his body. And I just kept remembering that he was dead, and gone. He's gone-" I blink as my eyes begin to sting and tear up, and Hopper quickly brings me into his arms. 

"He's dead, so why am I seeing him, Hop? I shouldn't- I can't." I sob as he comforts me, his hand on my back as he tries to calm me. I could feel El's hand on my shoulder as he patted my back.

"It's alright Kid. Calm down, it's alright. You're safe. Just calm down, take deep breaths." He inhales, and I struggle to copy him. "In and out Kid."

I close my eyes and focus on breathing in slowly, hearing him count down from three. And then we exhale before he nods his head. And we just breathe for a minute or two.

"Better?" He asks, and I nod my head pulling back and wiping my cheeks. 

"Yeah. Thanks." I whisper before he nods his head.

"What did he look like exactly Kid? Can you tell me if anything was off about him?" Hopper questioned, no doubt wanting to figure out what was happening. 

I nod my head. "He was blue and see-through. Like a Star Wars ghost. And he," I paused as I frowned, trying to remember how he looked. "He looked like the way he did before he died. No bullet wound, no blood. He looked normal."

Hopper sighed while nodding his head, standing up. He rubbed his chin in thought before I stood up.

"Hopper is there a chance-"

He shakes his head. "I don't know Kid. But if you see him again. Tell me, alright? I want you to call me."

I slowly nod my head before crossing my arms. "Can I stay here with El? Just for tonight?"

He stares at me before nodding his head with a huff. "Fine, alright. But be sure to not tell anyone, alright? We can't have them learning that she's still alive."

Looking down at El, I nod my head. "Alright, will do Hop."

---

Dare yawned as she opened her eyes, the new day arriving, and a feeling of dread settling into her stomach. As she sat up on the makeshift bed on the floor beside El, she looked over at the girl who was sleeping peacefully. She sighed and slowly got to her feet and opened the door. Hopper was already awake, and he turned to her as she walked out, shutting the door behind her.

"Morning Kid."

She smiled thinly before nodding. "Morning Hop."

He looked at her as he popped some Eggos into the toaster before he place some on a plate in front of her. With a frown, she shook her head and pushed the plate an inch away from her. 

"No thanks, Hop. I'm not hungry." She muttered before clearing her throat. "Can you take me home? I need to get ready for school, and check on Dustin."

Hopper stared at her for a moment before nodding with a sigh. "Alright Kid."

---

I inhaled deeply as I stepped out of Hopper's car, waving him goodbye before he stopped me.

"Remember what we talked about."

I nod my head before turning back towards the front door. As I push my keys in, Mom swings the door open and pulls me into a hug.

"Oh, Dare-Bear! I was so worried about you! I almost called the Wheelers to see if you were staying at Nancy's!" She exclaimed loudly in my ear and I force a thin smile onto my face.

"I did Mom, just didn't feel good so I headed home," I say as I pull back from her hug, my eyes drifting towards the figure I had seen the night before.

"You ready to talk?" He asked gently, his arms crossed as he looked at me.

I sigh and push past Mom. "I think I'll stay home today Mom. I'm not feeling well still."

"Oh alright- Would you like me to make some soup?"

I shake my head. "No, I just want to rest Mom."

I walk into the hall, looking back at Dad before Dustin opens his door.

"Dare! You won't believe what I found-"

I close my eyes as I open my door. "Not now Dustin, please."

And I close the door behind me before collapsing on my bed and closing my eyes. 

I inhale deeply and open my eyes, noticing Dad standing in front of the door.

"Alright," I say as I sit up, crossing my legs and turning to him. "What the hell is going on Dad?"

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episode three: holly, jolly

˚✧˚. summary: your mom seems to be losing her mind, you should really stay away from gas stations, Jonathon lives out his photography dreams, and the one thing you prayed wouldn’t happen, happens.

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notes: sooo, someone made it super clear to me that i have been spelling jonathAns name wrong. please know that this is the last chapter where that will happen! anyway, i put a poll out asking if people want an update scheldue or for me to just post them as i finish, and most people said as i finish, so that’s what ill be doing! now, if that means you’ll be getting back to back updates or waiting two months, i don’t know!

“Whatever, it’s not like Will is home alone, Jon is there! And, I mean, seriously, I feel bad leaving you here alone, Conny.”

Conner shakes his head, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Why would you feel bad? It’s not the first time you’ve left me to close on my own.”

You sigh, fiddling with the hem of your uniform. “I know that. It’s just…”

Conner smiles, and it’s then that you notice his brown eyes are dark. So dark that they’re practically black, which is a stark contrast to their usual honey brown. “Besides, we both know it’s your fault what happened to me.”

“What?”

The neutral look on his face doesn’t change, not even a blink. “You left me here alone, even though you knew something horrible was going to happen. Doesn’t that make you guilty?”

Your lash line becomes filled with tears, your throat constricting more and more by the second. “Conner, what—”

Conner barks out a laugh, beginning to walk closer to you. “Not to mention Will!” You instinctively back away from him, but it’s difficult when it feels like he’s getting bigger. Practically consuming you with every step you take. “You killed us. It’s your fault we’re gone. Your fault, your fault, your fault-”

You awake with a start, your heart beating rapidly in your chest and skin glistening with sweat. Your eyes dart around the room as your hand shoots to grip the fabric above your heart, your hand rising and falling with your chest.

You never really had nightmares, at least not as much as Will. Sure, when you were younger you’d have the occasional bad dream, but you can’t remember the last time you had one that actually woke you from your sleep. After a moment you manage to catch your breath and force the image of Conner’s black eyes out of your mind.

Your thoughts don’t linger on it for too much longer, because you can hear your moms soft mumbling coming from the room next to you. You’re not surprised that she’s up before you, to be honest you don’t even know if she ever went to sleep after her massive freak out last night.

You scoot off of your bed, your feet padding across the carpeted floor of your bedroom as you exit into the hallway.

Jonathon must’ve had the same idea as you, because he opens his bedroom door at the same time you do, forcing the both of you face to face since your fight last night. You both just stare at each other for a moment, before Jonathon huffs and walks down the hall to Will's room. You just cross your arms over your chest and follow him. If he was going to be petty, so would you.

“Mom?” Jonathon mumbles, and your breath hitches softly when Will's room enters your line of sight. Your mom is sitting on your younger brother's bed, rocking back and forth and surrounded by every lamp you have in the house.

It takes her a moment to even register you and Jonathon’s presence, but she does her best to give you both a smile when she does. It makes your skin crawl uncomfortably. “Kids, come here.” She waves you over frantically, “Come here.”

You share a glance with Jonathon, and begin to attempt to make your way through the maze of lamps without breaking any of them. ”What’s going on?” You mumble.

She grabs your hand and pulls you down next to her, Jonathon sliding into the spot on the other side of her. She sniffles, and you can’t help but notice the way her hand trembles, like it’s having some kind of seizure. “It’s- It’s Will. He’s trying to talk to me.”

Jonathon deflates, blinking a few times in disbelief. “He’s trying to talk to you?” He says, his tone harsher than you think it needs to be.

She shivers, her eyes darting from the both of you onto the lamps. “Yes, through- through the lights.”

“Mom-”

She puts out her hand, “I know, okay, I know. Just- just watch.” She clears her throat, giving your hand a squeeze. “Will, your brother and sister are here. Can- Can you show them what you showed me, baby?”

You can feel your stomach become a bottomless pit, the sight of your Mom begging Will to speak to her through the lights nearly making you break down. Though you hadn’t lost your Mom physically, it felt like you were losing who she was little by little every day.

One of the light bulbs flashes for a split second before turning back off, and she gasps, pointing to it frantically. “Did you see that?”

Jonathon shakes his head, “It’s the electricity! It’s- It’s the same thing that fried the phone!”

Your mom throws her hands up, gesturing wildly around the room. “It’s Will! Last night, with the wall-”

Jonathon scoffs, “The wall? First the lights, now the wall?” He reaches out and places his hands on each of your moms biceps, effectively holding her in place. “Will is just lost! He’s lost. And this- you losing yourself like this- is not helping.”

She nods, squeezing her eyes shut as she runs a hand over her face. “I know. I know. I’m sorry.”

You swallow, running a hand through her tangly hair as gently as you can. “Can you just try to get some sleep?” You practically beg her. She nods, using her wrist to wipe at her nose. “I will. I promise. I just need to sit here for a minute, okay?”

You frown, but neither you or Jonathon have the energy to fight with her anymore. Softly, you peck the side of her head, following Jonathon as he walks out of the room.

You’d been debating whether or not you felt up for school today, but after this, you think it’s probably best if you just went. At least for a little bit. Getting at least some normalcy back into your life might help you.

By the time you finish getting ready, your mom still hasn’t left Will’s room and you can smell the eggs Jonathon’s making. To be honest, they smelled amazing, just like they usually did. But, you really didn’t feel like facing him right now, not after what you’d said to him last night. You know you weren’t being fair to him, and that you were just taking all of your emotions out on your brother, but… maybe there was some truth to what you had said.

It felt like Jonathon didn’t even have any hope that Will was alive. He treated him like he was already dead, like you were just searching for a body. That could be true, you know that, but you wouldn’t believe it until his body was laid in front of you.

You throw your backpack over your shoulder, grabbing your car keys off of the dining room table just as Jonathon sets down a plate in your usual seat. You glance at the food, ignoring the rumbling in your stomach. “I’m not hungry.” You mumble. Jonathon raises a brow, “Are you going to school?”

You nod, “Might as well.” Jonathon glances at the food on the table, but he doesn’t push you to eat it. It makes you feel bad, especially since you know this is Jonathon’s way of apologizing and trying to act like everything was normal, but you can’t bring yourself to sit with him right now.

He swallows, wrapping his arms around himself. “I’ll go with you. Just let me get dressed.” He says, turning to head towards his room, but you stop him.

“Jon,” You sigh out, a small frown on your lips. “I…” You don’t know how to say to him no, I don’t want to be with you right now, without sounding like a total asshole.

But, Jonathan understands. He always does. “Okay.” He mutters, “I’ll see you there?”

You nod, “Sure.”

—

On your way to school, you have to make a quick pit stop at the gas station. Your stubbornness wouldn’t let you eat the food Jonathon made, so now you were sure you’d pass out if you didn’t eat at least something. You know gas stations have an abundance of snacks, so you're sure you’ll be able to find something for cheap.

The store is relatively empty for it being eight in the morning, but you assume most people have already made their way to work or school.

After only a few minutes you’re able to secure a granola bar and head to the counter to pay, but your eyes narrow when you see who’s talking to the cashier.

Steve Harrington, in all of his shameless glory, is flirting with the cashier. He flashes the older woman a pearly smile, and you nearly gag as you watch her cheeks get red. You can’t help but roll your eyes. Wasn’t he seeing Nancy? And, last you checked, he didn’t need to flirt his way to cheaper gas. He had more than enough money thanks to his daddy. Plus, did this woman actually think so low of herself that a teenager half her age flirting with her is flattering?

“Well… I guess a few cents wouldn’t hurt.” The cashier, a brunette woman who must be around her late 30’s, says. She tugs on a piece of her wavy brown hair girlishly, and you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine.

Steve leans onto the counter, the smile never leaving his face. “You are just amazing…” He glances at her name tag, “Helen.”

“Oh, stop it.”

“No, really, you are.”

You can see this going on for longer than it needs to, so you make an effort to clear your throat particularly loud. Steve swivels his head around, and his eyebrows raise when he sets his sights on you. “Byers, we’ve really gotta stop running into each other here.”

You scrunch your nose, tightening your grip on the granola bar. “Ha, funny. Now, are you done snubbing free gas or are you just gonna sit here and flirt for the next half hour?”

Steve smirks, his brown eyes showing nothing but pride in his accomplishment. He sighs dramatically, letting his shoulders droop when he turns back to Helen. “Sorry, Hel, but not everyone appreciates me holding up the line.”

She pouts, but doesn’t say anything more to him as he gives her a wink and makes his way back to his car.

You warily place your granola bar onto the counter, tapping your fingers on the hard plastic top. “So, Helen,” you grin, “Don’t suppose I could get some sort of deal on this too, could I?”

Helen narrows her eyes at you, like she’s offended you would even think to ask that after you ruined her chance with The King of Hawkins High himself. “No.”

You huff out a puff of air, handing her the original cash price and collecting your bar. You can't say you’re too surprised, but it really isn’t fair since you don’t have the same advantage that Steve has. With all his hair and his sickeningly perfect smile.

The cold wind instantly hits your face when you step outside, turning your nose and cheeks a bright shade of red. The bar crinkles as you open the wrapper, biting off a chunk as you approach your car.

You notice Steve’s car still hasn’t left the parking lot, but you don’t think too hard about it. He probably got distracted staring at himself in the mirror or something like that.

Look, you didn’t directly have any problems with Steve himself, it was mostly those two goons he chose to hang out with. It was hard to see him as a separate person when they seemed to do all the talking for him.

And you knew Steve could be an asshole all on his own, you’d seen it with your own two eyes. The way he treats girls, using them and then throwing them away when he gets bored. Making anyone who even slightly makes their dislike for him known lives miserable.

Maybe you did have problems with Steve.

You pull your car door open, clambering into the vehicle with familiar ease. You pull the visor down, double checking that you don’t have any random crumbs on your face, and begin to pull out of the parking lot.

Unfortunately, you make the rookie mistake of not checking behind you beforehand, and a sudden cry makes you slam your foot on the break. You jolt forward, squeezing your eyes shut as your knuckles tighten around the wheel.

There was no way this was happening. Did you actually just hit someone with your car? Oh my god, you were going to jail. You were going to jail for assault or- or manslaughter, and you’d never be able to find Will, and your life would be over and-

A knock on the window pulls you out of your thoughts, and you cautiously peak open one of your eyes. To your absolute horror, Steve Harrington is staring back at you, using his finger to gesture for you to roll down the window. You hesitate for a moment, but ultimately comply.

“So, do you usually make an effort to attack people in this parking lot or do I just keep catching you at the wrong time?” He asks, crossing his arms on the window ledge and peering at the mess of cassettes on your passenger seat. “You a big David Bowie fan?”

You don’t answer, partially because you’re beyond embarrassed and partially because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. “I’m sorry,” You manage to force out, nodding towards your trunk, “For almost hitting you.”

Steve chuckles, shrugging it off like it’s an everyday occurrence. “Wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to run me down. Besides, I’m made of tougher stuff.”

You swallow, trying to ignore the way his voice nearly makes a shiver run down your spine. You glance to him, then to your practically white knuckles as you grip the steering wheel. “Well, if you’re okay, then could you maybe get off of my car?” You manage to ask.

Steve immediately complies, putting his hands up in surrender. “Shit, sorry. Wouldn’t wanna get my fingers smashed like Tommy, y’know?” He snickers, shoving his hands into his pockets. “That was pretty badass by the way.” He adds casually.

You raise a brow, lips turning down in utter confusion. Badass? You smashing his friends fingers in your car door was badass to him? “What?” Is all you manage to croak out.

He shrugs, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Yeah. I mean, he was being a complete asshole talking about your brothers like that. I would’ve done the same thing if I were you. Maybe even worse.”

You blink at him, trying to wrap your head around everything he’s saying, but it feels impossible. Steve Harrington thinks that his best friend deserved to have his fingers smashed in your car door. How crazy was that? “Um,” You wet your lips, “Thanks. I guess?”

Steve shakes his head, beginning to walk backwards to his own car. “Don’t mention it. And, uh, I hope you guys find Will soon!”

You nod dumbly, watching as he disappears into his own car and drives out of the parking lot.

No, you don’t have any problems with Steve Harrington.

—

You manage to get through most of the day okay. As long as you ignored the whispers and pitiful glances people gave you, you could manage to pretend today was just like any other day.

Lunch is a different story though. Usually, you and Conner shared a table in the back of the cafeteria, away from the judgement of other students. Now, Conner isn’t here, leaving you to sit and eat your food alone.

You can’t help the way you feel just a little bitter, but you know it isn’t his fault that he was missing. It was the bad mens according to El. You wondered if Mrs Wheeler had caught her yet and sent her back to wherever she came from. Your stomach drops at the idea. She seemed really scared of those of whoever she was running from, so sending her back to them would just be heartbreaking.

You glanced around the cafeteria as you ate, just people watching. The swim team sat together at their usual lunch table, minus Captain Steve Harrington. Steve sat at a table a few feet ahead of them with Tommy and Carol, and now Nancy Wheeler.

Tommy and Carol are laughing at something, though you can’t hear what. Steve seems to find it amusing, but Nancy just looks plain uncomfortable. The look on her face makes her boyfriend shut down whatever it is Tommy and Carol are doing, and the four continue to have normal conversation.

Unsurprisingly, you don’t see Jonathon anywhere. Even before any of this happened you normally didn’t see him in the cafeteria, knowing he chose to spend his time developing whatever photos he’d taken during the week.

Your anger at your brother has definitely died down since last night and this morning, and you’re practically itching to talk to him. You don’t think now is the time for you to be fighting with the only family you had at the moment. Your mom was… out of commission, your dad had left a long time ago, and Will was lost. Jonathon was all you had left. You should at least tell him you’re sorry for what you said.

Swiftly, you throw your lunch away and exit the cafeteria. You search through the halls for your brother, but come up short at all of his usual places. He’s not in the photography room, the library, or the cafeteria. The only other place you assume he could be was his car, or maybe he just decided to stay home today.

Either way, as a last ditch effort to find him, you exit the school and make your way to his usual parking spot. Luckily, you can see his car. Unluckily, he’s there. With Steve Harrington. You pick up your pace, practically jogging to get to them. You’re slightly confused on how Steve Harrington got out here before you did, and why, but you don’t have much time to dwell on it.

By the time you’re in ear range, you’re able to pick up the tail end of Steve’s sentence. “…as connoisseurs of art.” Okay, something was really wrong for Steve Harrington to be using such big words.

“What the hell is going on?” You question, standing protectively in front of your brother. You’d been like a defensive line for Jonathon since you were little kids, always standing up for him when he couldn’t do it himself.

The group's attention turns to you, and you don’t miss the way Tommy is practically glaring holes into your skull. “Seems both of the Byers freaks decided to show up today.”

The term doesn’t bother you, but you can see the way it makes Jonathon flinch. You cross your arms over your chest, your lips curing into a grin. “Still butthurt after you got your fingers smashed in?”

Tommy immediately starts towards you like he’s going to hit you, but Steve puts an arm out to stop him. “Hey, calm down, man. She's not the one we’re here for.”

Tommy smacks his lips together, his fingers balling into fists at his sides, but he listens. Just like the good dog he is.

Steve turns his attention back to Jonathon. “Anyway, we’d just like to have a look, y’know.”

Jonathon swallows, his eyes falling down to the floor as he avoids eye contact. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He mutters, attempting to push past the group, but Tommy uses the movement to swipe his bag away from him.

You don’t miss the way Jonathon’s breath hitches. “Please, give me my bag.” He pleads, reaching for it, but Tommy throws it to Steve who catches it with ease. You know that you should step in, but you're curious to know what was so bad that Jonathon was nearly losing his mind at the thought of it being found.

Steve snorts, “Oh, he’s, like, totally trembling. Must really have something to hide.” He snorts, placing the bag into the trunk of Jonathon’s car and emptying it.

You use the moment to turn to Jonathon, “What is it?” You question, but he doesn’t say anything. Seems he’s once again going mute.

“Ah, here we go.” Steve sighs, pulling out an array of photos that Jonathon must’ve recently developed. You’re confused at what they are at first, until you look closer and realize they’re photos of Steve and his friends from what you assume was last night. Your eyebrows furrow as you watch them get worse and worse, your stomach dropping for what feels like the hundredth time this week. You pull your eyes away from them, finally managing to make eye contact with your brother. “You said you were out looking for Will.” You say, hurt obvious in your tone.

Jonathon’s eyes flash with a mix of hurt and anxiousness. “Y/N, I- I was—”

Steve tsks, “So you’re a perv and a liar? Honestly, I expected more from you, Byers. You know this is called stalking, right?”

Carol pops her gum, “This is totally not creepy at all.” She says sarcastically.

Nancy approaches with a confused smile on her face, her eyes flickering from Steve, to you, to Jonathon. “What’s going on?” She asks.

“Here’s the starring lady!” Someone says, but you’ve got too many emotions swirling around your head to focus on who.

She furrows her eyebrows and lets out an anxious laugh, “What?”

You're not listening as Carol and Tommy explain to Nancy what’s going on, too focused on the pictures. The first few are fine, relatively cute really. But then they get creepier and more disgusting as they go on. Pictures of Nancy undressing, of her and Steve kissing, ones of her naked.

It makes you want to gag.

To think you were coming out here to apologize to him for last night, when he’d been blatantly lying to your face the whole time? And taking pervy pictures of people you know?

Jonathon attempts to reach out for you, but you pull away, unable to even look him in the eye right now. “Don’t.” Is all you can manage out. Steve looks at you with pity, but you don’t even care. You can’t process that your brother- the one person you’d trusted with your life- could do something this horribly disgusting.

Steve sighs, stacking all the pictures together and slapping them against the trunk. He clicks his tongue, “See, you can tell that he knows he was wrong, but that’s the thing with perverts. It’s hard wired into them, y’know? They just can’t help themselves.

He begins to rip up the photos, and you watch as Jonathon looks at you with shame and guilt twisted onto his face, just like he had last night. You force your eyes onto the ground.

Ultimately, you agree with everything Steve has said and done, even if it pains you to do so. That is, until he brings out the camera.

Two months before your dad had left, he’d given Jonathon that camera. Neither of you understood why at the time, you just assumed it was your dad giving his son a nice gift. Now, years after your dad had gone, Jonathon loved the thing like it was his child. No matter how mad you were at him, you wouldn’t let anything happen to it.

“That’s enough.” You say, shoving past Carol and Tommy, but Tommy grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls you back. “Careful there, wouldn’t wanna do something you regret.” He says lowly into your ear.

You scoff, ripping yourself from his grip, but it’s too late. Steve drops the camera onto the ground and it shatters with a sickening crash.

Jonathon instantly falls to the ground, doing his best to pick up the pieces, but you know it’s of no use. Still, hesitantly, you crouch down next to him. To your surprise, so does Nancy. You glance at her, shame evident in her face, though you don’t know what she has to be ashamed about.

Steve walks over the rubble, not even sparing any of you a glance as he calls Nancy to him. Swiftly, she collects the ripped up photos on the ground and goes to him.

After a few minutes of shakily picking up the pieces, you give up, unable to stand to be in Jonathon’s presence anymore. You stand and begin to walk away, but Jonathon catches your wrist and turns you back to him.

“Just, let me explain-” He attempts, his voice shaky, but you shove a hand in his face to shut him up.

“You know, I was coming out here to apologize to you for what I said last night.” You explain, your voice wavering from hurt to anger. “And then I find out you lied to me? And not only that, but you-” You can’t seem to make yourself say it. “You took those awful pictures.”

Jonathon shakes his head. “It wasn’t like that!”

You scoff out a laugh, “Really? Then what was it like? Did you slip and then suddenly the pictures were there? Is that it?”

Jonathon stammers out a reply, “W-Well no, but—”

“Not to mention that you used Will to lie to me and mom. Did you even actually go see dad or was that another lie too?”

Jonathon swallows, “If you’d just let me explain—”

You snort, “Trust me, I’ve heard enough explanations from you for a long time. I mean, I honestly just can’t wrap my head around this. Why would you do this? What made you think it was ever a good idea?”

For the first time, Jonathon doesn’t seem to have an explanation. His mouth opens and closes like he knows what he wants to say, but he’s forgotten how to speak.

“And what about Will? And mom? What about me? Did you not think about how this would affect us when we found out? Mom- she’s already falling apart without Will, so for you to pull this is just absolutely unbelievable.”

He shakes his head, unable to pull his eyes away from the pavement. “I wasn’t thinking. It just happened.” He mutters shamefully under his breath, so quiet you can barely hear it.

You're itching to get away from him, which before this week, was something you’d never really experienced. Jon had always been your best friend- your twin. But the past two days… it feels like you don’t even know him. “That isn’t something that just happens, Jonathon. You and I both know that.”

You’re not sure you can bear to look at him any longer. You need to go. You need to drive and you need to listen to your song and then everything will be okay. Everything has to be okay.

Jonathons hands flex at his sides, his eyebrows furrowing as his pent up anger releases on you. “What about you, huh? Why is everything on me?”

Your jaw drops in shock. In what world was he going to turn this on you? You didn’t force that camera into his hands. You didn’t force the lie into his mouth. “Are you being serious?” You spit.

“You don’t even care how I’m doing! You don’t- don’t ask. You only care about yourself, Y/N. How you’re feeling. Not anyone else.”

His words feel like a stab to the chest, because there’s a part of you that knows it’s true. When was the last time you asked Jonathon how he was, or took the time to just sit with your mom? You’d been so consumed with how you’re feeling, how Will and Conner's disappearances were affecting you, that you hadn’t even took the time to think about how Jonathon was feeling either.

That didn’t justify what Jonathon did, though. Just because you hadn’t taken the time out of your day to ask him how he was wasn’t an excuse for him to take terrible photos.

Jonathon sighs at your silence and runs a hand through his hair. “Look, Y/N—”

You shake your head, effectively cutting him off. “I have to go.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around yourself and walking away from him.

Jonathon watches as you leave, itching to call out to you and apologize, but he doesn’t. He just lets you go with a frown.

—

You don’t see how this day could get any worse. First you almost hit Steve with your car, then you get into the worst fight you’d ever had with your brother. Next you were probably going to get eaten by a giant sinkhole. Honestly, that wouldn’t be the craziest thing to happen to you this week.

Your hands grip the wheel so tight your knuckles are nearly snow white. Jonathon’s words keep replaying in your head, stabbing you over and over. You knew he was right, and that’s what made it all even worse. A sob breaks through your lips as you drive, your whole body trembling with it.

How could everything turn so upside down in just two days?

Will and Conner were gone, your mom was honestly losing her mind, and you could feel Jonathon slipping away from you with every second that passed.

You sobbed again as the realization that you were completely alone dawned over you.

The last time you’d felt this way was in seventh grade when Missy Adler and Carol Perkins decided you’d become too weird to hang out with them. They’d called you out in front of the entire lunch room, pointing and laughing at you like you were some circus animal.

You’d ran until your legs couldn’t run anymore, eventually collapsing under the football bleachers. You’d sobbed into your hands, breathing in short gasps until suddenly it felt like they weren’t coming at all.

Your vision had turned blurry, limbs practically numb yet every sense you had felt like it had jumped to a million percent. You’d wanted to scream, but nothing would come out.

When Conner eventually found you, you were rocking back and forth, cradling your head in your hands as if you were trying to block out the world.

That was the first and only time you’d ever had a panic attack. Conner had wrapped his arms around you so tight that you were forced to crash back down to reality, and he reminded you that no matter what those idiot middle school girls said you’d always have him.

“Carol and Missy are gonna end up stuck in Hawkins forever. But me and you? We’re gonna get out of here. We’re gonna live our lives, we’ve just gotta get through middle school first.” He’d said, grabbing your hand and giving it three squeezes.

You’d laughed, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “Yeah.” You’d murmured, “We’re gonna get out of here.”

Now, as you sit in your car in your own driveway, your chest getting tight and your breaths becoming shorter, Conner isn’t there to save you. And you didn’t know if he ever would be again. You were alone, and this time ‘getting through middle school’ wasn’t going to help you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, your forehead resting against the steering wheel. You force your breathing to even, taking in gulps of air to the best of your ability.

“No, no, this is where he lives. He’s missing from here. Understand?”

The sound of voices force you to look up, your nose wrinkling when you spot Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and El lurking outside your house. Quickly, you pull down the visor and do your best to make it look like you weren’t in the middle of a panic attack.

When you finally step out of the car, they all zip their heads around to you. Dustin grins when he sees you, glancing between his three friends and pointing to you. “Y/N! We were- are you okay?”

You sniffle, wiping your eyes once again with a shrug. “I’m fine. What are you guys doing here?”

Dustin twists his lips, and you can tell that none of them believe you, but you don’t really care right now. Last you checked, you told them not to go looking for Will unless they called you first.

Mike sighs and nods towards El. “She said Will is here.”

You furrow your brows, “Trust me, he’s not. If he was, I think we would’ve found him by now.”

“I told her that!”

Dustin rolls his eyes, “I swear if we walked all the way out here for nothing—”

Lucas shoves past him, aggressively pointing at the strange girl. “That's exactly what we did! I told you she doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about.”

You walk closer to them, placing a hand on El’s shoulder. “Why did you bring them here?” You ask softly. She looks up at you with wide brown eyes, her jaw opening and closing as she tries to explain. “I- I-”

Lucas scoffs, “Don't waste your time with her.”

“Lucas.” You warn. You understand he’s frustrated, but he doesn’t need to be blatantly rude to El. Especially when she was clearly just trying to help.

Mike sighs, his shoulders sagging the tiniest bit. “What do you wanna do then?” He asks Lucas.

“Call the cops like we should’ve done in the first place!”

There’s a distant sound of sirens in the distance, but you don’t think anything of it. “Nobody is calling the cops!” You say, nearly in disbelief that he would even suggest that.

“Hey, guys.”

The boys continue arguing, and none of you notice as Dustin begins to walk away from the group, his eyes wide and his body stiff. “Guys!”

You finally look towards him, your stomach dropping when you see dozens of police cars and ambulances all headed for the quarry. You swallowed harshly. It was probably nothing, right?

“Will…” Mike says lowly, the four of them immediately darting to their bikes and following the vehicles.

And you know you should stay home, but you don’t. You grab your old bike from the garage and peddle as fast as your legs will let you.

Please don’t be Will, please don’t be Will, please don’t be Will.

You feel like you arrive at the pond in record time, but you’re not even out of breath. The boys and El scramble behind a firetruck, and you know you should tell them to go home. That they don’t need to see this, whatever the hell it was, but you can’t move. Because the jacket that comes out of the water is one you recognize.

Your hand slaps over your mouth, tears immediately filling your eyes. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. He was supposed to just be lost.

“It’s not Will. It can’t be.” Mike mutters, gripping the pole of the firetruck tightly. You immediately spring into action, doing your best to herd the boys away from the pond. “We need to go.” You say, hoping none of them notice how your voice cracks.

They ignore you, none of them seemingly able to tear their eyes away from the little boy in the pond. “It’s Will,” Lucas sighs out. “It’s really Will.”

You can’t help the sob that wracks through you when he says that, but you’re quick to stifle it with the back of your hand. “We need to go.” You repeat, louder this time. Still, none of them even spare you a glance.

El reaches out for Mike, her voice trembling and hands shaking. “Mike…” She says softly. He slaps her away, lips down turning into a snark. “Mike?” He scoffs, “Mike what? You were supposed to help us find him alive! You said he was alive!” His eyes begin to fill with tears as he works his way through the shock. “Why did you lie to us? What is wrong with you?”

Dustin slams into you, his head smushed into your abdomen and soaking your shirt. You immediately hug him back, your own tears flowing freely at this point. “Mike…” You attempt, but the boy is hearing none of it.

His anger turns to you, “No! She’s a liar, and we should’ve never taken her home when we found her! This- this-” He breaks down, the tears flowing out before he can even attempt to stop them.

You try to pull him to you, but he shoves you off. Hopping onto his bike and pedaling away from you. “Mike!” Lucas calls out, but he’s already gone.

El whimpers, tears beginning to run down her own face. You feel sorry for the girl, knowing that no matter what everyone was feeling right now, this wasn’t her fault.

She was only trying to help, there was no way she could’ve known Will was… dead. She was just like the rest of you, holding onto the hope that somehow, someway, Will was out there and waiting to be found.

You gesture to her to join in on the hug, but she just shakes her head, turning around and walking back into the woods.

You want to go after her, but then Lucas wraps around your other side and you realize where your priorities lie. With your boys.

—

You walk your bike the whole way home, your legs feeling more like jello than anything else. You're struggling to wrap your head around what’s happened. What this means for you. For your family. For Conner.

Headlights light up the way from behind you, and you don’t even register someone calling your name until they’re right next to you. “Y/N? What're you doing?”

You turn, watching as Jonathon clambers out of his car. Neither of you seem to care that you’re stopped in the middle of the road, because all it takes is for Jonathon to give you one look before he knows.

He hesitates, his voice shaking when he finally says. “Is it Will?”

Your bottom lip wobbles as you break down into tears again, your legs nearly giving out under you, but Jonathon wraps you up into a bear hug and holds you against him. The both of you stand there sobbing for Will, for the life you’d never get to have again, for the future.

A shriek forces you to look up, and you’re shocked to see your mom basically running for her life. From what, you’re not entirely sure, but you don’t think it’s very important right now.

“Mom?” Jonathon calls, confusion obvious on his face. She pants, looking around frantically before her eyes land in the two of you. “W-What-?” She stutters.

“Mom, what happened? Jonathon asks, but she’s unable to answer, seemingly to in shock to form any kind of words.

You grab her hand and force her into the hug, which she graciously accepts, wrapping her arms around the two of you as you cried.

You don’t know how long the three of you stay like that, but what you do know is that it’s exactly what you need. You and Jonathon still needed to sort out your differences, and it would take a while for your mom to get back to her normal self, but for now this was enough. This would have to be enough.

[taglist: @inlovewithchriss @idkman5335 @kenmasabg @g3n3zshack ]

[strangerthingsfan-fics]

God I missed you steve Harrington x Fem!byers reader

Warnings-kissing,swearing,happy tears,cute,reader coming back from hospital

You was in hospital from all the stuff that’s happend with vecna sent you insane slightly and you was really badly injured and nobody was allowed to see you except your mum and brothers

When you got out you smiled tiredly at your mum and brother Jonathan in the waiting room and Jonathan hugged you

“Where’s will” you chuckle

“Toilet he wanted to go to the toilet before the car back” Joyce smiles at how happy you are to be out

When will came out the toilet he ran to you hugging you making you bash into a wall

“Hey hey easy on her she’s not fully recovered” jonathan held wills arm

“It’s fine hey tiger” you wince in pain

Will was so happy and he was telling you all about what you missed

“Steve was moody because he couldn’t see you I got some new dnd stuff I went to mikes for a weekend I’ve not been having flashbacks and we had your favourite food susie and Dustin broke up eddie has been trying to help Steve to stop him being mardy it didn’t help max taught me to skateboard I can go down a ramp now” will said

“How you holding up” Jonathan asked

“In pain but I’ll be fine” you winced in pain again

You got back to your house and went in the shower and got changed but during getting changed you saw all the stitches scars and the mark on your stomach you breathed heavily when you crouched down

You got changed into a pair of shorts and a T shirt wincing when you lifted your arms up to put it on

Jonathan and will drive you to the wheeler house to see Nancy and will kept hugging you at one point knocking your stomach making you grip to the holder on the car not telling will he hurt you because you don’t wanna make him feel bad

You got to the wheelers and knocked on the door and so many people was there and Nancy ran to you

“My favourite byers” Nancy laughed

“Rude I’m your boyfriend” Jonathan scoffed

“You wasn’t in hospital for 3 months” Nancy chuckled

You hugged Nancy and looked for Steve but holly ran to you so as you crouched down your knees cracked making you shiver but you didn’t care you picked holly up and hugged her

“Holly what’s yn” nancy smiled

“Hero” holly giggled

You smiled at her little voice and tickled her cheek

“Someone’s been waiting to see you” nancy took holly off you and lead you to the back garden

Jonathan had his camrea and was recording when you walked out steve was stood there and Jonathan got the reaction of you running in pain and hugging Steve

“God I missed you” Steve smiled

“I missed you more” you start tearing up

“Those eye bags looking good on you beautiful” Steve chuckled

“Shut up your so fucking mean and I just came out of hospital” you laugh

“Well that’s my way of affection” Steve chuckled at you

You smiled and kissed him holding his shoulders till he lifted you up holding the back of your knees

[dimepdf]

Jonathan Byers x amab reader Harrington? Maybe Steve has a twin brother who comes home from another state and sees Jonathan in the school one day and finds him attractive? So he starts hanging out with him more, and they get really close, way too close even, and they start going out in private, and then one day Jonathan just rails him in his car?

WORTH YOU. + JONATHAN BYERS

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you'd spent a lot of time with Jonathan, and before you knew it, your feelings for him had surfaced. you tried to hide the uneasy feeling that surrounded you whenever you two hung out alone. author's note. the kissing scene is inspired by my favorite book “Perks of being a Wallflower”. I was literally reading it before writing it and went….wait. also sorry that its kinda long i got so into the show that i'm watching and just mashed together ideas.

[ ❥ ] pairing. jonathan byers x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 7.4k

[ ❥ ] genre & warnings. 18+, male reader, twin reader, black sheep, top!jonathan, bottom!reader, heavy angst at the start, mentions of mental illness, outcasts, internalized homophobia, messy confessions, pining, first kiss, first time, not show canon cause idc, oral (m), jonathan giving that gawk gawk 9000, kind of discrete sex, fuckin in a car, fingering, unprotected sex, biting, grammaly is my beta reader sorry for the mistakes

You never considered Hawkins, Indiana to be a fucked up place; moreover, you just thought the town was pretty washed up, lacking adventure and difference. 

It seemed like there would always be people in your business, no matter the situation at hand, always judging you for some gossip that had slipped from your personal life. 

That had been the main reason you had to move away for almost an entire year, resting in the guest room of your grandparent's barn house across the states. 

Your father made up his mind that sending you away to live with your grandparents would be better than you continuing to stay with them and being rumored to be a "tainted" child in the Harrington family. You weren't tainted, or at least you didn't believe you were.

You found yourself to just be mentally ill in terms of your lack of happiness declining all because of your parent's lack of affection growing up.

Another trait that you had gained during your very confusing journey of rocky puberty was the weird gut feeling you would get for the other boys in your class. You knew it was odd to see boys the same way your brother would see girls. 

So you suppressed the feelings all the way until you wouldn't feel anything. But of course, people in Hawkins would talk. 

They would talk until it would lead to the solitude of your home, the one place that you had thought to feel safe. But that was a lie as long as your father lived there. 

People took notice of the way you would hang back, how you would rather be alone in your head instead of being a social butterfly like your other half, Steve. 

People could purely take you apart just from one glance. Steve cares a lot about his self-image as well as the public opinion of perfection screwed into his perfect little brain. 

You, on the other hand, were more carefree, wearing clothes that just felt comfortable and speaking in the same flat tone to everyone only whenever you had something to say. 

You truly were the Harrington family black sheep, which didn't fit your family's perfect image, so your father did what any parent would do with their mentally ill child in the 80s: send you away to be someone else's problem. 

That someone else being your kind and caring grandparents out in the sticks, their farm becoming your home for a nice handful of years, all the way until your grandparents decided that they couldn't financially care for you anymore. 

You didn't blame them as they sent you back home to Hawkins, having already returned to the years of grown trauma. You were less than happy to be back home. 

Along with seeing how much your twin brother had changed dramatically appearance-wise. Steve having gotten more toned from being on the basketball team. 

You were visibly more scrawny, your hair longer just chin-length, not even enough care to trim it, along with your lack of pale skin from spending most of your time on the farm outside with the animals.

Steve just seemed like the more sheltered version of you, like everything that could have gone right. 

You tried blending in with everyone; you tried. It seemed like people would instantly recognize you from middle school.

The rumored "other brother." eyes would be on you everywhere the moment you stepped foot through the Hawkins school hallways with your head held high and music blaring from your headphones. 

You were the mystery child that everyone wanted to know. You rejected the social cue, stomped on it, and kicked it out of your way. You didn't care for the social cliches or the weird "king Steve" title your brother had earned from being Mr. Popular.

Unknowingly, you had tipped the scale that had held your high school from tumbling apart. You were off the hinges, not following any of the "rules" that Steve passed on as advice. You saw it all as just silly things that silly people follow. 

Which was why you had taken a liking towards Jonathan Byers. 

You hadn't known the boy earlier in your childhood, not really recognizing him as any of the kids that you would play with down the street until you realized that when you were younger, your parents practically handpicked the children that you were allowed to be friends with. 

You guessed that was the main reason you attached to Jonathan so quickly; his outcast and shy demeanor just clicked with your personality. 

You just being polar opposites, him just wanting to keep his head down, although out of high school, you just wanted to stand up for yourself and have fun. 

The more you hung with the dark brunette, the more you realized how angry Steve would become with you, almost throwing a tantrum, seeing you sneak out only to find the Byers boy waiting in your driveway waiting to pick you up.

You didn't understand why Steve had been so pissed about Jonathan, not really caring much to listen to the whole thing with his new fling, Nancy Wheeler.

You chose to stay out of any relationships he had in hopes that he would catch the idea and follow suit.

It seemed like you had spent a lot of your time hanging out with Jonathan. If you weren't at school, you were at his place, and if you weren't at his place, you were chilling behind the counter keeping him company at his part-time job.

You two had become attached at the hip, spending so much time together that even Joyce would be surprised if she hadn’t bumped into you during the afternoons that she had been returning home from her job.

And before you know it, something clicks. Your suppressed emotions are now finally coming to the surface like a shaken can of soda.

When you realized that the feelings you had towards Jonathan were more than just wanting to be friends, you found yourself thinking of more. 

You were degrading yourself by thinking of your best friend in such inappropriate ways. But you were good at pretending, masking the uncomfortable feeling that shook around you every time you two would hang out alone. 

Jonathan had to pretend like he hadn't noticed, pretend like he didn't notice you slipping away from him. Getting into a heated argument with Steve, your own brother, calls you a freak. 

The one person that you had grown up with being the number one reason you felt so out of place in the world, you had to run to the only person that you knew would listen. 

Jonathan woke at you climbing through his widow the moon outlining your stumbling figure as you asked him if he wanted to go somewhere to talk with tears brimming your eyes.

Jonathan tiredly agrees to drive you to the Quarry. There you two sat on the hood of his car and just talked. You vented until you couldn't anymore, telling Jonathan how out of sorts you felt with your family falling into shambles. It was nice to get things off your chest. 

A peaceful moment of silence falls between you two. You can hear the sound of your heart lightly thumping against your chest just as you were about to call it a night. Before you know it, you turn your head and kiss the boy next to you. 

You kiss Jonathan Byers, not on the cheek, not a peck, but a full-on kiss on the mouth. 

A real kiss. The full-fledged kiss happens so quickly that Jonathan sort of freezes, his hands resting along your arm as he just lets your mouth attack. 

His not being able to process that your lips were moving against his mouth, the kiss doesn't last that long. You lean away and just sort of sit there, processing what the hell just happened. 

"I’m sorry." Your voice whispers as you look past Jonathan, your eyes unfocused as you try to make sense of all the sudden emotions washing over you. 

"No, that's okay." Jonathan replies, his tone laced with sincerity. 

"Really, Jonathan, I’m so sorry."  

"No, really. It's okay Y/N." There was another beat of silence as you two just took it all in. You could feel your chest rising with every deep breath you took. 

You hated it.

You hated feeling everything all at once. You didn't know what to do. You just wanted it all to stop. Before you know it, Jonathan is pulling you into a hug. 

It's not a crappy side hug thing that you give your relatives when you're visiting them during the holidays; it's a real hug, one that feels like he was single-handedly trying to pull you down from that gray thundering cloud you had mounted yourself on.

When you pull away from the hug, Jothan doesn't say anything. You both don't speak much after following his lead as he ducks back into the car and starts the engine, his headlights beaming awake as Jonathan halts once more, his hands hovering over his steering wheel. 

Before you could ask what's wrong, he moves in to kiss you again. 

And you just let him. You don't know why it felt so good or why he had done it. 

You don't do much but kiss for a while, at least until your lips feel like they are starting to swell.

It seemed like Jonathan had got the same idea. He pulled away with a sort of dazed look, shaking his head before returning his attention back to the wheel. 

He drives in comforting silence, your head resting against the glass of the window as your fingers grace the skin of your lips, almost like you could still detect traces of him left on them.

When Jonathan pulls into your driveway, reality hits you like thrown bricks. You don't know what to say to him, so you don't say anything. You just unbuckle your seatbelt and exit his car without saying a word.

That night you sleep staring out your window, looking at the stars as you place a pillow over your head, muffling out the bed springs from Steve’s room. You fall asleep thinking about Jonathan and how he kissed you. 

You don't say much to anyone during the morning, spending most of your day just focusing on your school work as the school day passes in the blink of an eye. 

The only hard part was ignoring Jonathan during the lunch period you had together. Your stomach was turning and you had met eyes from across the cafeteria.

You spin on your heels and dunk your tray of untouched food into the trash, deciding to spend your lunch period in a back hallway with music blaring through your headphones, waiting for the hour to pass. 

That was how you spent the rest of the day, hiding. It wasn't until the moon was up that you found your fingers ghosting over your lips, thinking about the kiss again.

You don't know what changed in your mind, but you decided that at that moment you needed to see Jonathan again, so you rushed down your stairs and passed the group of people that Steve had invited over.

Getting the old bike you haven't ridden since middle school out of the garage and onto the road, you biked the way to the main road that led to Jonathan's house. 

Your lungs felt like they were going to burst at every pedal, leaving you breathless as you just realized you were in your pajamas and socks pedaling fast enough to keep you warm from the nipping late spring weather. 

Finally, skidding into Jonathan's driveway, tossing the bike into the grass.

You don’t really have a plan on what to do once you have gotten to the porch of the home. 

Your mind is racing as you sort of just scratch the back of your neck before turning around and tiptoeing to the side of the house. 

You approached Jonathan's bedroom window, tapping slowly on the glass with your knuckle, flinching as the curtains parted. Jonathan glances down at you with a surprised look on his face. He was shirtless.

That was the second thing you noticed. You now knew that Jonathan had slept shirtless, along with the trail of hair that ran down his chest. You were gawking at him, eyeing him like meat. 

You don't say anything as he yanks open his window. You can't keep your eyes away from his chest, "Y/N? Dude, do you know what time it is?" 

"I'm sorry." You've got to stop apologizing. You need to learn other words than those two phrases, but it's all you can think of when Jonathan stands shirtless in front of you. 

Your eyes glisten in their wide state, Jonathan gesturing for you to come in as you struggle to climb inside through the window. 

His house is silent. You tumble onto the ground, falling flat on your ass when Jonathan sighs, leaning over you to close his curtains.

 "I'm sorry." You apologize again, standing up when Jonathan glances at you. As you take a step forward, your legs move on their own, closing the gap between you and him and pressing another kiss onto his lips.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as you try to ground yourself to anything. When his hands trail around your waist, grabbing you closer to him as his head tilts to the side, deepening the kiss. 

Jonathan is the first to pull away for the kiss. His brow resting on yours, his breath fanning against the skin of your cheek.

"Stop apologizing all the time." was all that he had said before kissing you again. 

With him taking the lead, you were starting to feel light-headed just like how you felt the day you had kissed him on the hood of his car. 

The neediness in the way he had wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him like he was afraid you would slip away again.

Your heart is hammering against your chest, feeling his tongue glide into your mouth. 

A moan coaxes from your throat as your hand rests against the broad middle of his chest.

The feeling of his cool skin against yours almost sent you into an orbit. Let him guide you backward until you sit against his bed.

"My mom’s in the living room, but Will’s sleeping in the other room, so we can't be loud," Jonathan whispered just inches away from your mouth. You didn't dare to speak, only nodding your head in acknowledgment, your eyes glued onto his mouth as you had craved them.

It was strange feeling so suddenly needy for him, so open with your emotions.

Jonathan smiles, almost like he had known that power he had over you, pushing you down to lie with your back against his mattress, kissing a trail down your neck before crawling on top of you. 

His hands adventuring alongside the exposed part of your shirt, getting rid of the cotton shirt as you both make quick work of your pants. 

Removing each other's clothes at a very frantic pace, you were both horny teenagers undressing each other for the first time, hands lingering against hot skin and lips swollen from kissing. 

You don't know how to feel when Jonathan slides his hands down your body, your hips twitching off of the mattress. 

Feeling his wet lips softly drag along the skin just below your belly button, eyeing your boxers as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. 

It was truly a sight to behold watching Jonathan eye the outline of your growing erection, staring at it like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

"Do you want to?" He asked, glancing up at you through his lashes. You swore you had just remembered how to breathe. 

How to open your mouth and exhale normally, while watching yourself twitch just from the question.

You knew Jonathan felt it too; his eyes pointed down at your groin. He glances at your throbbing issues before returning his attention to you.

"P—please." You were too preoccupied with the growing need you felt in the pit of your stomach to take notice of how needy your voice sounded. 

You were desperate for his touch, as you felt dizzy watching Jonathan’s fingers duck under the elastic of your underwear. Your hips arched in response to his cold fingers against your hot length.

You know you have to be quiet, your arm slung over your mouth to muffle the lewd noises that have leaked from it. Your eyes close as your hips move independently, thrusting into his touch.

Jonathan begins to stroke your cock at an almost slow and agonizing pace, cursing under your breath as precum spilled from your tip and coated his hand. 

The sounds of your labored breathing and his fingers slickly jerking off your girth ripple outward throughout the dark bedroom. 

You couldn’t even look at him without feeling dizzy. The brunette averted his gaze shyly, his face flushed pink as his mouth parted.

"It makes me feel…weird when you watch." What the fuck, what the fuck? Your mind was an orbit of howling, intense hormones.

You were almost convinced you had died and this was your heaven, getting a handjob from the most adorable guy that you had laid your eyes on. 

With no one around to see the sinful act that was unfolding, something about how flushed Jonathan looked with him holding your cock made you feel so...discombobulated. 

Jonathan just focused on making quick work with his hands, feeling you finally relax against the mattress, your legs hanging off of the edge as he sat on top of your thighs. 

The weight was driving your body insane. It hadn’t helped when Jonathan surged forward. His guiding your tip passed through his lips and sat flat against his tongue, rushing all the blood to your dick.

"H–holy fuck." You stifled a grunt, your hips bucking against his mouth, his hands resting down on your hips to stop you from fidgeting. 

"Be quiet." Jonathan chuckled like your dick wasn’t in his mouth at the moment, the brunette wrapping his lips over the hilt of your cock.

His tongue poked out of his mouth, inexperienced on how to take your entire length inside without gagging. 

You never expected getting sucked off to feel so…good. 

Sure, you masturbated like any other old teenager your age, but it was always just you and your hand going at it to the poster on your wall of Arnold Schwarzenegger and his bare muscular chest as the Terminator. 

You have the poster taped up just above your headboard along with a row of other movies that you considered to be the pinnacle of film history.

 It was a nice cover-up from your family, having posters of male eye candy in the room for other pleasures. 

You watched as his lips, glistening spit-covered lips, took you into his mouth deeper, allowing more of your length in his mouth until his nose tickled the bush of your pubic hair. 

The feeling of his tongue swirling around the trace of your vein threatened your stability; the feeling of hitting the back of his throat made your toes curl against the carpet and your head leans back.

The sound of his little gag makes you want to live there, having your dick down his throat for the rest of your life. 

Your thighs twitched under him, feeling Jonathan grab your balls with his other hand. 

He twisted his fingers, unsure what to do with them, before simply fondling them in his hands. It was enough for you, more than enough. Honestly, you have never felt so turned on in your life.

His head bobbing up and down your cock, you didn't know how long you went last at the sight of his puffed-out cheeks and wet lips, just drinking in the sight as time went on, not wanting the moment to end from the overwhelming experience.

Your fingers were threading through his tough, short brunette hair, trying to ground yourself onto anything that you could reach, feeling the heat from your building orgasm creep towards your boiling point. 

You haven’t been so turned on in your entire life. The pleasure of having your dick sucked for the first time almost tortures you. 

You wondered if Jonathan had felt the same way, wondering if he too was hard under his briefs. 

So turned on from sucking your dick that there would be a dark stain of precum along with the material of his underwear. 

You weren't able to tell, but the thought alone did something to you, your fingers digging into his scalp, fisting around his hair tighter.

"F—fuck." you whimpered pathetically, Jonathan’s mouth parting from your cock with a string of spit connected to his mouth, your chest caving at the sudden loss of warmth. 

"If you’re gonna…do it. Can you do it in my m—mouth?" You could only nod at the lewd request, your body settling once he had engulfed your cock once more, assuming that he just didn't get cum stains all over his bedsheets as he sucked at the head of your tip.

Your teeth sink into your arm to stop yourself from moaning at the top of your lungs as you cum down his throat. 

Jonathan manages to swallow everything the second it hits his tongue. you were impressed and, honestly, just more turned on. 

Wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. You sat up, realizing that he had been straddling the entire time. 

Your hands were reaching for his hips, and you hesitated before deciding to lean in to kiss him. 

"Jonathan?" It was a record-breaking time how fast Jonathan had shot up from your lap, crawling under his blankets as you leaned down to throw yourself to the floor, tumbling under his bed the moment your face had hit the carpet. 

The door just opened minutes later as you watched the dim light from the hallway leak into the bedroom, only being able to see Joyce’s shoes as she stood stock still at the doorway. 

Jonathan’s soft breathing coaxes his mother into believing that the boy is truly asleep. humming to herself before shutting the bedroom door, making you exhale a held breath.

 As quickly as the door shut you and Jonathan had snuck out of the bedroom window, your feet pattering against the dirt as you run for your bike. 

Your head turned towards the house, afraid that Joyce would catch you sneaking out of her home at an unruly hour. 

Though your worries were settled, you got to the main road and back to your home in one piece. 

You'd think you’d be able to cut the kid some slack after giving you the most jaw-dropping, sheet-clenching head that you’ve ever experienced in life, but nope. 

It seemed like after the blowjob accident, you were becoming even more distant with Jonathan, continually dodging him in the halls and skipping lunch for a full week.

You didn't know how long you could keep the streak going, biking to and from school every day as an amazing form of exercise, but Hawkin's weather was unpredictable.

Like today, the mornings were high and dry, the sun beaming out enough that you swore you would melt the moment you had stepped foot outside, and then the gray clouds tumbled in, rain soaking your entire outfit as you hurled your bike up the road.

Huffing as your chain had popped the moment you had barreled over a deep puddle that had sent you flying from your bike. The injuries were minor, but your ego had taken a hit. 

And it was like your day was planned to get worse. Jonathan spotted you stranded on the side of the road. 

Just the sight of his car pulling in next to you made your blood run even colder than the freezing temperature it already was from your clothes being soaked.

You prayed that your face masked the obvious uncomfortableness you felt as your clothes stuck tightly against your skin, a shiver running down your spine as you watched Jonathan’s eyes trace down your figure. 

"You wanna ride?" He smirked, his tone hinting at a playful reference to something more sexual. 

You popped the trunk of his car, stuffing your bike into his trunk and sliding into the passenger's side, your face flushed as you buckled in. 

The car ride continued in uncomfortable silence. Every time Jonathan would gesture, his mouth would open just to close, not really knowing how to break the ice. 

A handful of minutes passed before you realized Jonathan was driving in the total opposite direction of your home. Turning into the woods, you recognized the road instantly. He was driving to the quarry. 

The moment he had shifted the car into park, Jonathan gripped the wheel with both hands, his head leaning down, a low grunt erupting suddenly as you grimaced from the cold.

Your head turning, you noticed his head tilted, his gaze fixed on you.

"What?" you asked, your tone flat.

Jonathan smirked, not hiding the fact that he was gawking at your mouth. Maybe it was because your face had flushed, making you look so fucking…attractive to him. 

"Huh?" he hummed, making a scene of tearing his eyes from the trance your mouth had seemed to put him in. 

"You're staring." He didn't even seem to bother with an apology like he wanted you to know that he wanted to kiss you.

"I know, I can't help it." His hands reach out to comb through your wet hair, letting his fingers scrape through your scalp, involuntarily leaning farther into his touch. 

It was the type of touch that made you realize how much of an asshole you were for ignoring the only person that seemed to care about your well-being in this shit town, the only person that you were too scared to care about. 

The last couple of days, you felt empty, following some pointless routine, turning corners and taking the longer route just to avoid the obvious feelings you had for the boy.

You missed listening to his confusing music talk about bands that you didn't even know existed till then, or the small "concerts" of songs you would play air guitar to as Jonathan belted in his pitchy voice to Will as you drove the younger Byers kid to school. 

If your feelings were obvious to you, it didn't take rocket science to know that Jonatan knew that you liked him. 

Even when your dick was in his mouth, you were afraid that it was all just some stupid prank, like he was going to pull away at any moment and degrade you for having such feelings for another male.

You just wanted to go back in time and stay, stay in the infinite where you could just be together with Jonathan without all the emotional stuff involved.

You just wanted to be able to kiss him whenever you wanted, do the things you would see Steve do to the hopelessly romantic girls that had fallen for his suave charm. You wanted to be with Jonathan like Steve was with Nancy.

It was like Jonathan had known you were thinking too hard about something, tugging at the collar of your shirt and suddenly leaning you in closer to him.

Your lips parted by reflex as he locked eyes with you, his head slightly tilting like he was waiting for you to run away, waiting for any sign of hesitation.

You couldn't handle it anymore. Your heart was not built strong enough to handle the chase. You decided to make the first move, surging forward and finally breaking the distance between you two. 

You never knew Jonathan could be so touchy. The feeling of his fingers combing through your hair and settling a fist into the nape of your neck. The feeling of his palm gliding against your cheek like his fingers were guiding your face into his lips.

It all just felt so good, deepening the kiss, feeling the wet front of your shirt press against his more dry, warm chest. 

A low moan vibrated against your mouth as your tongue slid into his mouth.

As if you couldn't be any more turned on, the feeling of his hand wrapping around your neck made your adam's apple bob against his grasp.

You thought it was insane how quickly your body went from freezing cold to smoothing hot in minutes, how quickly Jonathan could turn you into a human heat torch with his simple touch.

Jonathan just knew how to make you feel so relaxed like he knew your body better than you knew yourself. 

The way he would coax small whimpers from your mouth, how good his fingers felt trailing under your shirt, how desperate he made you feel leaning as close as you could get without the gear shift digging painfully into your ribs. 

You couldn't recall how long you were making out with Jonathan, and honestly couldn't think about anything other than the feeling of his mouth against yours, so time yourself.

The moment he pulled away, there was a damp, wet stain every place you touched him.

He was nearly as wet in your sweater as you were, and his fingers were pruned from playing with your hair. Despite having an advantage in body heat, he was now shivering from the cold. 

You were both panting like you had just learned how to breathe for the first time, the sound of his harsh breathing being washed out by the loud thumping drum of rain hitting against the small car.

He looked just like a mess as you were, lips red and swollen from your sloppy excuse for kissing, pupils dilated so wide he almost reminded you of a cat, the way his face was almost a perfect shade of pink, like all the heat from his body had rushed to his face.

"Okay so," He sighed, with a shy smile on his face, his tongue tracing over the bottom of his lip. 

"So we’re on kissing terms again, but not talking. I like kissing you… a lot. But I think I would prefer you to actually talk to me a bit more."His hand was stretched out in confusion, yet his smile never flattened. 

You felt stuck, your mind trying to regain enough sense to find words and scramble them around to form an actual response. 

“I—I don’t, well I don't know what you like, want from me I guess? Like does this make us like…official or what?”

"official," you repeat the words like they had tasted funny? Did you want to be official with Jonathan? The title was so vague in meaning that you didn't even know what it meant. 

Did it mean that Jonathan wanted to have a title for whatever you two were doing? Were you even gay?

"...Boyfriends?" You answered, watching him grin over at you while playing with the cuffs of his shirt, and an eyebrow was raised. 

"Boyfriends?" Jonathan repeated with a questioning tone, as if he wanted to hear you say it again. 

"I want you to be my boyfriend." You spoke softly, afraid that anything could go wrong—

"I kinda want to fuck you really badly right now." oh. 

He seemed to enjoy watching you squirm as if he could hear the bolts and springs banging around in your head as your lashes fluttered, your gaze blank, and your mouth hung open agape.

It only took you a few seconds to follow him to the back seat and perch in his lap at an awkward slouching angle.

 It was like Jonathan could read you like an open book, kissing you along your neck as you struggled to ruin your wet jeans. 

The feeling of his thumbs gently rubbing against the bare skin of your hips as you sat up to straddle him was soothing. 

"I don't really know what I'm doing, but I just want you to feel good, okay?" It was a comforting warning, before the pain of his two fingers thrust into your asshole, coating it in a thin layer of his own spit, the burning sensation leaving you whimpering into the curve of his neck. 

His other hand helps you hold yourself in the air, lifting your thighs for enough room for his arm to slip under and touch you, his fingers thrusting inside of you at a slow pace, Jonathan listening to the hitch in your breath to control himself as his fingers twist gently fucking your hole. 

Your whining and fidgeting made him chuckle. It was weird how quickly the pain had subsided. Your eyes were squeezing shut tight one moment, then you were rocking against his hand the next.

Just getting used to the feeling that was taken away, Jonathan removed his fingers and shifted his hips up to slide down his pants, his cock springing from his briefs, neglected and leaking.

Your forehead rested against his as you slowly lowered yourself onto his tip, not bothering to muffle the slutty whimpers that passed from your mouth and echoed in the car. 

Jonathan felt his dick twitch, the ache in his thighs to thrust farther inside of you, the burning need to sink himself deeper inside of you.

But he was a gentleman and let you set your own pace, your arm hooked onto his shoulder, the other fisted against the leather of the backseats.

You slowly sank yourself down onto his erected cock, a content grunt shared between the two of you as your arms wrapped around his neck. 

Your thighs shifted up before slamming down a shock of pleasure, leaving you whimpering and mumbling nonsense into his ear. 

Jonathan grunted, letting you use his body wholeheartedly. 

The position he sat in was comfortable enough for him to chase your thrusts with his hips, having to use most of his strength to help you squat into position. 

His hips slammed against yours greedily, the car rocking from the moving weight taking him as far as you could handle inside of your body.

Jonathan fucks his hip into you hard and fast. The hot feeling of his thick girth spreading you open as he fucked into you. 

While his fingers wrapped eagerly around your cock, his wrist twisting messily against your cock, struggling to find a rhythm with both things occupying his hands.

You felt everything all at once, your orgasm striking you over the edge. As you spilled all over his hand, your hand fisted into his hair as the other held you upright, gripping onto the back seat. 

Your muscles clench around him, your climax rippling against his cock.

"That was really, really hot," Jonathan said with a smirk. You leaned up to place a kiss against your collarbone and another just on your chin. 

"But I'm not done." He was kind enough to take a moment for your orgasm to subside. 

He allows you to relax once more before moving to lie down with your back against the seats, squeezing himself between your legs, giving you one more kind smile, resting his forehead against yours.

His hand hooked under the bend of your knee and pressed himself against your puckering hole. The moment he started moving inside of you again, you felt so sensitive everywhere, moaning his name like it was a prayer. 

Jonathan's sucking hickeys into your neck didn't help one bit. You were moaning under his lips as you leaned your head back, accepting your fate. 

Screwing your eyes and grabbing onto his shoulders, Jonathan could barely contain himself from the sight of your scrunched up, pleased face. 

Thrusting in roughly, hitting the spot that made your body want to melt against him every time. 

"Oh, fu—shit." With his legs trembling and fingers digging into the plush of your hairy thigh, you were suddenly aware of how hot it was in the car, sweat rolling from the hairline and making the skin on your back stick to the leather of the seats. 

You had no choice but to ignore it at the moment, getting your guts literally arranged, biting your lip and curling against the cramp forming in your thigh. 

The slight discomfort was just the price you were willing to pay. It was already forgotten the moment Jonathan had gripped your length that had been slapping against his chest.

 stroking you through his thrust, your back arching up into him as his muscles tensed, his entire weight suddenly shifting to lie on top of you as he was quick with his hands, pulling out of you and climaxing loudly against your chest. You didn't know how much you had in you, or if it was humanly possible to cum so much. 

Your orgasm is unrolling before you can even realize what's happening. Your second orgasm is already in full swing. 

His long, slender fingers were trembling as he pressed soft kisses against your lips, the moment becoming more intimate as you wrapped your arms around him and held him close while you felt his cock softened and pressed against your stomach. 

You rested in each other's arms for a calm moment, the sound of rain painting chorusing together with the sounds of each other breathing. 

"Kinda disappointed I couldn't make you my personal twinkie." Jonathan teased, pressing his face into your chest, enjoying being wrapped around so close to you, even being covered in each other's sweat and cum. It was a loving moment that you too enjoyed. 

Humming in agreement, not to the twinkie part, but to the fact that you two were content with the sex, closing your eyes and taking in the moment.

As much as you wished to fall asleep with Jonathan in your arms, you knew Joyce would freak out not seeing her son home after school without a word, warning to spare the single mother's heart attack of thinking her child went missing. 

"Come on, we gotta get dressed." You whispered, your thighs wrapping around his torso and squeezing around him in a playful manner, which only made him whine and curl closer against your chest.

"No, I wanna die here, just like this."

"What if I told you we could go to my place and shower together if no one's home?" The bribe was enough for him to lift his head up and look at you. His face was still flushed as he smiled dreamily.

"Well, how am I supposed to say no to that?"

Bonus: Steve finds out.

It was a mistake to ever invite Jonathan over to your place. You had almost been dating the guy for a year and every single second he had alone with you left you sore in places that you couldn't even explain with your face flushing. 

Being a gay couple during the 90s didn't help, and neither did living in a small rural town full of close-minded people afraid of change. 

Any moment that was away from the public was a break away from everyone else's eyes. Being openly affectionate wasn't something you could do around Hawkins.

 It was just the risk you two lovers took, and with your parents out of town most of the time, it wasn't a problem. 

Being able to make out in the room in the house whenever Steve was away without being bothered.

It was all good, until the times that you wanted to hang out with Jonathan. Sometimes having to beat the boy away with a stick (metaphorically). 

"I r—really have to finish, ah." You struggled against Jonathan's lips, his mouth latched onto your collarbones, nuzzling his head into your neck. 

The brunette hummed against your skin, his fingers trailing up your thigh and squeezing your already growing erection. 

It was like he had a bullseye target telling him the status of your dick at any given time.

"You're doing a lot of complaining for someone that's about to get their dick sucked." He mumbled, trailing soft kisses along your shoulder, a hiss escaping your mouth the second his teeth teasingly sank into your skin. 

Jonathan apologized with his tongue dragging along the abused spot, sucking splotchy red marks into your skin until he was satisfied.

You knew it would be a mistake to invite your boyfriend over to study, with your household empty, your parents on a work trip, and Steve was gone hanging out with friends after school. 

You were supposed to have your nose tucked away in the study packet you had for your science test, hoping that with the passing grade Jonathan had he would help you, but instead he was crawling into your lap, marking bruises all over your body. 

You sighed, dropping your pencil when Jonathan took your face in his hands, tilting your chin up to peck you on the lips. 

"Is this what it's like to have a boyfriend? I’m just your personal sex toy every day of the week until you suck me dry?" Your hands are grabbing at his loose hips, halting him from grinding against you but not putting much of a fight against the sudden display of neediness from your partner. 

"Maybe!" Jonathan hummed, latching his mouth against the skin of your neck once more. 

You exhaled a chuckle, your hands swirling alongside his hips, your thoughts starting to blank in the way Jonathan's hips rubbed against your own, the boy having so much control over you it was starting to be concerning. 

"Jonathan," you moan, tilting your head back as one of his hands wraps around your neck. His hips grind down on you with even more pressure. 

Just as you reached down to undo his belt, a shout of surprise broke your two apart. "What the fuck!" Steve screamed, his brows furrowed as he stood stock-still in the doorway of the family living room.

The room fell silent, only the sound of your heart hammering against your chest as Steve stared at the two of you with wide eyes. 

"What are you doing here?" Jonathan asked, his tone careful as he peeled himself away from your touch, still sitting in your lap, feeling your erection pressing into his thigh. He knew that the last thing you wanted was for your brother to see your boner. 

"What? What am I doing here? What are you doing here? On top of my brother?" 

"Oh God, were you two about to have sex? What the fuck, what if dad came home early or if mom saw you?" You grimaced at the thought, your head leaning into Jonathan's chest to cover your face from the embarrassing situation, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and stay there at least until your erection went away.

"I mean, what the hell, when did you two even start hooking up? When did you become…gay?" Steve asked, his voice just laced with confusion, raising an octave with every question. 

Jonathan sighed, crawling out of your lap and replacing his presence with a couch pillow. While you lift your head, fingers interlaced with his, knowing that the tender look that Jonathan gave you was meant for comfort.

You struggled to find your voice, not even wanting to share this part of your life with your family. You never expected it to come out this way. "So, we've been dating—" 

"Wait, you're dating? Like, this is a whole… thing?" gesturing towards you two, you flinched as Jonathan grunted in annoyance at his tempting already running thin, seeing how uncomfortable you were. 

He knew that it had to happen one day, the day that your family, his family, his friends, and all of Hawkins knew about the relationship that you two had.

"Steve," Jonathan barged in, firmly squeezing your hand. "Yes, we’re dating. We've been dating for almost a year now, and honestly, it's been a pretty good fucking year. I'm sure Y/N was going to tell you at some point. It's just that we love each other and want to do anything to keep our relationship that way. " 

"You’re in love?" Steve mumbled, staring at his twin brother with a tinge of jealousy passing through his emotions before he settled with just being happy for you. 

"Well...then I'm happy for you."

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out of my league - fitz and the tantrums with jonathan byers please !!

j. byers || out of my league

Jonathan Byers had never met anyone that absolutely embodied the word ‘ethereal’ until he had met you.

He was absolutely mesmerized by you, the graceful way in which you carried yourself, your dainty, dreamy disposition, and the otherworldly look in your eyes as you stared out of the window while you daydreamed during class.

He couldn't believe his own senses when you approached him after class in order to ask him about his photography. The way you smiled at him turned his legs to jelly, his usual well-articulated mind into a stuttering, stammering mess.

You sat with him at lunch that day, every time you leaned towards him he could catch a whiff of your powdery, floral perfume which caused his face to flush a bright red.

Mystified and curious about the quiet boy who sat at the back of your math class, you had decided that you would talk to him, really get to know him.

And you were glad you did.

Despite his reserved demeanor in class, he turned out to be one of the best people you could have ever met. He took all your words to heart, truly listened to you whenever you spoke. It was refreshing to you, in all honesty; usually, guys would just smoothtalk their way towards you, never actually intent on getting to know you, the real you.

But Jonathan was earnest and genuine and sincere, in everything that he did, which you appreciated greatly.

The more time you spent with him, the more your heart seemed to flutter whenever he was around. He was always there for you to talk to, whether you spoke to him in the most exciting, animated way when you had a good day, or even when you lamented and complained to him about your sexist teachers and disappointments when you had a bad day.

Through thick and thin, Jonathan was at your side.

Would it honestly be all that crazy of an idea that you had fallen for him?

You had started to make your feelings towards him quite obvious, ditching your more popular, well known friends in favor of his own company, which was leagues better than your vain 'friends' who only ever gossiped and talk bad about anybody who didn't meet their impossible standards.

You took whatever free time you had to spend time with him, asking him all sorts of questions that you knew would spark his interest whenever you two would hang around his house. You loved spending quality time with him and his brother, Will, as well, silently commending Joyce for her parenting, having raised two sweet boys all on her own.

Still, Jonathan couldn't push down all his insecurities. He was what the popular called a 'weird kid' all because he preferred being on his own, convincing himself that you were way out of his league, too good to ever be seen with someone as the likes of him.

Your family was well off, lived in a pristine, two story house in the nicer part of town. Your sunny disposition would make Apollo himself fall to your feet in praise as you let out a laugh.

But you reassured him each time that you wanted to be with him because you like him, wholly and truly, which always brought a smile to his face.

After months of you hinting at your romantic feelings for him, being more affectionate towards him and showering him with compliments, he had finally mustered all the courage within himself to formally ask you out on a date, to which you responded happily to.

You were currently sitting at your vanity, carefully styling your hair for your date, your stomach did flips in excitement while you prepared. Smoothening out your outfit, you smiled at your reflection, unable to contain the butterflies that surged through your system.

"(y/n), darling, your date is here!" Came the loving voice of your mother as she called you from beneath the staircase.

You rushed down, fixing your hair one last time as your mother smiled at you, giving you a small wink as she wished you luck before you waved her goodbye while you walked out the door.

Jonathan silently thanked whatever god there was up there for giving him a ribcage to prevent his heart from completely leaping out from his chest as he caught sight of you. He felt his hands tremble nervously as you stood before him.

"Hi, Jonathan."

The way you say his name was no match for whatever melody any talented composer on this world could ever craft, sending his heart into oblivion with the rate it sped whenever you'd even speak to him.

You gave him a small, shy, smile as you reached your hand out to hold his.

"You look absolutely beautiful." He breathed out.

You chuckle lightly as you two make your way to his car. "So where are we going?"

Ever the gentleman, he opens the passenger door for you and you slip in.

"It's a surprise." Was all he said as the two of you buckled your seatbelts.

In truth, you didn't care where you two went or what you did, so long as you were with him, every moment would be worth it.

...

You two had just eaten some of the most sumptuous food at a local diner Jonathan used to go to every weekend with his family, the fact that he had brought you to a place that had somewhat of a significance in his life made your heart melt.

Presently, the two of you were walking on a tree lined pathway at a park, the spring winds had caused the flowering trees to spread about their blossoms, creating a fairytale-like atmosphere around the two of you.

Everything felt right in the world with your fingers intertwined with his own warm hands.

You had just thrown your head back in laughter as Jonathan told you about a funny encounter he had that day just before he had picked you up, before you spotted you quote on quote 'friends' hanging out on one of the benches.

As soon as they catch sight of you, you silently hardened your resolve in preparation for their teasing.

"Hey, (y/n)!" One of them calls out.

At the sound of your name being called, Jonathan looks up, only for his gaze to fall back down as they had ushered you over with a wave of their hand.

You glance at him to make sure he was okay, only for him to smile and nod his head towards you.

"It's alright, go, they're calling you."

Your lips form a tight smile before you unlace your hand from his, immediately missing his touch as you walked over to your friends.

"Hi." you greeted curtly.

One of them, a guy, glances at Johnathan before snorting.

"Are you seriously on a date or something with Byers, over there?"

You frown, furrowing your eyebrows as you crossed your arms.

"So what if I am?"

Another one of your friends scoffs, rolling her eyes.

"Come on, (y/n), you could do so much better."

Jonathan winces inwardly at those words, shuffling his feet as thoughts swirl in his head. They were right, what were you doing with him?

"Yeah, come on, hang out with us, (nickname), ditch that loser already."

"If you keep leading him on like that, he'll follow you like a little puppy for the rest of your life." Another friend adds.

One of your guy friends, Reed, wraps an arm around you, leading you closer to them. You tense at his touch, glancing behind you as Jonathan kicked the dirt, waiting and wishing for all of this to be over.

"Come on, (y/n), baby, why don't you let me take you on a date instead, huh? Bet I'd be a lot better company than that freak."

Your face flushes with anger at his statement, shrugging his arm off your shoulders harshly.

"Don't ever fucking call him that!" You seethe, glaring at the group.

Reed puts his hands up in surrender. "I was just joking, geez, (y/n), lighten up!" He chuckles, nervously, the entire group taken aback by your sudden outburst and profanity.

"You know what, can you all, just once in your lives get your heads out of your asses and be decent people for once? I'll date whoever the hell I want to date, my love life is none of your business." You spat, poison dripping off your tongue with each word that spilled from your mouth.

Their jaws hung open before another one of your former friends, a girl, spoke.

"Wow, who knew you could be such a bitch?"

"Not as much of a bitch as you," You snap, scowling at her. "Fuck off, all of you, and don't you dare for a second think I won't leak any of the shit you've said to me if you ever so much as look at Jonathan badly."

With that, you stomped back towards your date, whos eyes were wide with surprise with how fiercely you had defended him. You grab him by the hand, leading him far away from your asshole friends, muttering curses under your breath.

"Are you alright?" He asks, concern lacing his words.

You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath in an attempt to cool down your blood that had boiled angrily in that past moment. He rubs his thumb against the back of your hand, soothing you. As soon as you open your eyes only to see Johnathan's warm ones staring back at you, all the rage from earlier melts away.

You smile at him, genuinely. "I'm okay now, so long as I'm with you."

He gives you a soft smile as he snakes his arm around your waist.

"Good."

you lean into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder as you two continue to stroll across the park. He unwraps himself from you for a moment as you two reach a small patch of grass dotted with wild flowers. You shoot him a questioning look.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to go get something."

He walks towards a certain patch of flowers, carefully selecting the brightest, prettiest ones that reminded him of you. Soon, he had returned to you with a bouquet made of an assortment of various kinds of wildflowers; from the white, delicate petals of daisies to the warm colored petals of daylilies.

You smile so wide you swear it made your cheeks ache, your heart swelled with admiration as he handed the bouquet to you.

"I didn't have time to get you roses so I-I thought that I'd still get you some, they're not the best but--"

You cut off his rambling with a kiss to his cheek, fingers softly playing with the vibrant petals.

"It's perfect." You say, voice barely above a whisper as you admired the flowers he had given you.

His cheeks dust with pink at your action, taking your hand in his once more.

"You know, I didn't expect for you to even say yes when I asked you out." He confessed.

You bump his shoulder with yours. "Why would you ever think that?"

"Because," He starts, shrugging as if the answer was clear as day. "You're kind of, um, way out of my league."

You roll your eyes playfully at him, bringing his hand to your lips as you kiss his knuckles.

"Well, it's about time you get that thought out of your head."

And in that moment, with you at his side, all his fears, all the thoughts filled with his insecurities that swirled in his head, the voice that told him he wasn't good enough for you, quieted down.

He relished in the way you held his had, the giggles that erupted from your throat as you recounted all the things you said to your former 'friends', and all he could do was admire you as the sunlight bathed your features in gold.

Out of his league or not, all he knew that he was falling, quicker, deeper, than he could have ever imagined.

[edelweiss-coffee]

do any of y’all want more jonathan fics becos i’m in love with this man and would like to write more about him :-)

[peculiarpatches]

here’s a meme i made because i’m bored. also because i’m writing a jonathan byers fanfic. jonathan and charlie both deserve better. i said what i said.

[bi-disaster-yn]

Ride

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

Summary: Billy is on his way to make it up to you after an argument but something dark is waiting for him along the way. (Based on Ride by Lana Del Ray).

A/N: Billy owns this song and Born to Die, Lana told me so herself !!!! Honestly poured my soul into this and broke my own heart along the way so apologies for all the angst coming your way.

I've been out on that open road You can be my full time, daddy, white and gold Singing blues has been getting old You can be my full time, baby, hot or cold

“That’s right, ya piece of shit, run away when things just get that little bit too tough for ya!” Neil hurled at Billy as he scampered out of the house, desperately fumbling his car keys in his hands. Billy’s heart was beating so hard and fast that he feared it was going to break through his ribs and rip his chest open.

“I’m coming, baby,” He mumbled over and over like a prayer, finally finding enough control over his actions to unlock the car and get in the driver’s seat. “I’m coming.”

You fidgeted in your room, waiting for him. The window lay open which permitted entry to the cold air and it engulfed you in an empty embrace, making the wait more agonising. The dark sky dotted with a few stars and the obscured figures of trees should have been the background to your Billy climbing in through the window. Instead, it was a bleak void of nothingness. You stared at the window, willing him to come to you.

Any minute, you reasoned with yourself. Any minute now, he’ll be here.

Billy slammed his foot on the gas pedal, the tape of his last drive blaring through the speakers in a deafening attack. He quickly turned the music off, needing the silence to think. It was only 20 minutes to your house if he took a shortcut down the long road on the outskirts rather than driving through town.

“I’m coming, baby. Don’t worry, I’m coming.”

He’d promised you that day at the pool that he’d come and see you that night. You just needed to give him a chance to make it up to you after the explosive argument you’d had a few days prior. He was going to prove it to you that he was better than that and he could be better, for you.

“Leave your window open, please. I’ll be there.” Billy had pleaded with you. As much as you felt like you should have pushed him away, there was something about the way his eyes turned glassy and how his face scrunched up in despair. You couldn’t deny him when he looked at you like that.

Now, you fixated on your open window and braced the chill, waiting for him to come and make his case.

Billy hadn’t registered anything his dad had yelled at him but instead frantically reviewed his options for an escape plan. Once he’d settled on a way out, he’d pushed past his dad and out the door. A vase followed after him and ricocheted off his back, falling to the ground where it shattered.

It hurt like hell but Billy didn’t care. It was temporary. If he didn’t get to you and make things right, he might as well descend into the fiery pits and accept his fate as a lost soul.

Don't break me down

I've been travelin' too long I've been trying too hard

Billy anxiously shuffled in his seat, almost embarrassed to look at himself in the rear-view mirror. He tapped his thumb off the steering wheel and swallowed thickly, toying with the idea that this might have all been in vain. You didn’t actually owe him anything. You were entitled to listen to what he had to say and then kick him out, telling him you never wanted to see him again.

He shook his head violently, as if to banish the very thought. It wasn’t over until it was over.

Clearing his throat, he decided to work on what he was going to say to win you back but inspiration failed him. Every word, sentence or paragraph that came into his head simply wasn’t good enough. It didn’t convey how he had spent the last few days after the argument wallowing in self-pity and how he had hated himself for raising his voice to you. He was only too aware of how threatened and small he felt when his dad shouted at him. The idea that he’d made you feel like that was too much to bear.

“Hey baby, remember that time we went to the beach.” Billy said aloud in his own little rehearsal. “You hired me a surfboard and you watched me.” He smiled to himself thinking of the memory that he had held so dear.

“I hadn’t done it in a while, so I kept falling over. But you just smiled and told me to get back up again. You didn’t rush me or tell me that anyone was gonna be mad if I took any longer. You gave me all the time in the world.”

It had been the first time in too long that when Billy didn’t get something right first time, no one had berated him for it. There was no Neil tutting and sighing at him, causing dread to settle at the pit of his stomach. There was no teacher giving him a disappointed frown or looking at him like he was hopeless. Even better, he didn’t feel the need to be self-deprecating or insist that he should have been better.

When he fell off that surfboard, he was met with your kind smile and encouragement. “It’s okay, honey, try again.”

You had taken his aviator sunglasses off of him and tried them on for yourself, flashing him a cheeky grin, which had made him bashful. His cheeks hurt where he couldn’t resist the smile that stretched across his face as he looked at you; in the warm glow of golden hour, wearing his sunglasses and watching him surf. Either he’d swallowed too much saltwater or God herself was really standing before him and giving him the time of day.

“I like these a bit too much, babe, might not give you them back.” You chuckled.

“Keep ‘em. They look better on you.”

Billy sighed to his empty car and prayed that you would forgive him. “I’m sorry, baby. I should have been more patient with you, the way you were with me that day.”

I hear the birds on the summer breeze

I drive fast I am alone at midnight

The drive was excruciating. Whilst he had reasoned with himself that it would only be 20 minutes and the roads were clear, it still seemed to take an age. He hated the idea of you waiting for him, wondering to yourself if he had changed his mind.

Putting his foot to the floor, he sent out a mental appeal in hopes that you would be able to read his mind and know that he was coming.

Despite his attempts to transmit a message through an invisible signal, you still sat staring out into the bleak night sky, oblivious as to where he was. A quick glance at your watch told you it was close to midnight, nearly an hour gone from when Billy was meant to have arrived.

You couldn’t help the bouncing of your leg or the involuntary scratching of your arm. Images of Billy’s desperate face revolved round your mind, taunting you with the possibility that you had been taken for a fool. As much as you tried to shake them off; the inevitable questions of ‘what if he has changed his mind’ took a hold of your shoulders and shook you forcibly. You couldn’t fend them off with logic or reason.

Chewing your thumbnail, you looked down at the acceptance letters on your nightstand. One for Yale and one for UCLA. If tonight had went the way you had planned then you would be confirming your place at UCLA and you would be Billy’s ticket back to California. You would study and he would find a job. He could go to the beach whenever he wanted and inhale the fresh sea air. He hated the stench of Hawkins and craved the safety and warmth of the Californian sun. You wanted to take him away from this horrible place and his pathetic excuse of a father.  

The possibility of a fight with Neil as an explanation for his lateness had occurred to you but it was quickly written off. After every fight with his dad, he would always find a way to sneak out and come to your house. You’d treat any cuts or bruises that he had and then take him in your arms, kissing the crown of his head until he fell asleep with tears running down his face.

Always, he found a way back to you after a fight. If he didn’t come, it was because he had chosen not to.

Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, but I I've got a war in my mind So, I just ride Just ride, I just ride, I just ride

If he could just get to end of this country road, then it would be just be a few quick turns and he would have reached you. He was on the home straight.

That was until something came smashing through the windscreen, causing Billy to panic and swerve off the road. His body jolted to the side and he smacked his head off the window.

Grunting and blinking, he looked up and assessed the damage of his car. “Piece of shit.” He muttered repeatedly, hitting his hand off the dashboard. A sharp pain permeated through his skull and when he put his fingertips to his forehead, he could feel the blood of a fresh wound.

“Dammit.” He groaned, this time assaulting the steering wheel. He opened the door and clambered out of the car, circling round it and assessing the irreparable damage that had been caused.

At this point he was flustered and frustrated, violently kicking the car and chanting “piece of shit” at it despite how unproductive that was. This further setback on his way to you was eating away him angrily and he looked up at the sky, wishing there was some way he could get a message to you.

“I am still coming. Please, just hang on for me, okay?”

The engine had been damaged in the crash and smoke danced in the air around the bonnet. Billy walked round to inspect the damage and attempt to formulate a plan when he noticed something peculiar in the cracks where the windscreen had been smashed. He dabbed his fingers on the substance and analysed the disgusting mucus texture as it stretched when he flexed his hands.

“What the hell?” He whispered.

Suddenly, he felt the presence of something or someone scatter behind him and a new type of anxiety took purchase in his body. He swung round in hopes to catch the sneaky creature out, puffing his chest out with all his might in hopes of intimidating the poor bastard who dared try to scare him.

“Who’s there?!” He shouted into the darkness, taking uncertain steps forward and darting his eyes round like a hawk. “Hey! I said who’s there?!”

That’s when an unknown source wrapped round his ankle, dragging him to the ground and pulling him backwards into the abandoned building behind him. Billy screamed and yelled so loudly his voice grew hoarse, only there was no one around to hear him and come to his aid.

Amongst being dragged along the floor he manged to hold on to an archway and desperately tried to pull his ankle back from his captor. He remembered the time he’d rented The Shining for you both to watch and how you teased him – not for being scared but rather for pretending he wasn’t. He had protested all night that he wasn’t scared but any sudden movement had him flinching.

“Baby, just admit it! You’re terrified!” You had roared in laughter as he audibly gasped at the scene where Jack Nicholson launched his head through the door.

“I am not!” He grumbled back at you but still held on to you that little bit tighter. Just for good measure.

He wished you could see him now and that you would come and save him from this horrifying monster. He would admit to you until he was blue in the face that he was scared, just as long as you were there to protect him from whatever it was this creature had planned for him. If you could find your way to this archway, saintlike and strong, you’d be able to free him from this.

But you never came and it didn’t take long for the monster to overpower Billy. His hands slipped from the archway, pulling him downwards into the lair of the Mind Flayer.

Don’t leave me now

Don't say goodbye Don't turn around Leave me high and dry

By 2 a.m. you’d given up on any notion that Billy was coming that night. A bloodcurdling rage caused you to swing your window shut with a slam, locking it so that the monster, Billy Hargrove couldn’t get to you. Tears of frustration streamed down your puffy cheeks as you planted your palms on your dresser and with one furious sweep, threw everything to the floor.

Everything came to a crash in a pointless mess. Items collided with each other mid-air and then scattered apart on the floor, much like your hurt, sadness and exasperation.

Billy’s sunglasses lay amongst the rubble, staring back at your panting and bitter frame. Squeezing your eyes shut and putting your hands to your head, you tried to fight the tears off but it just inspired more to fall.

You remembered when Billy had driven you out to a lake in the woods on a hot summer day. He had found a tyre swing which you had gladly got on as he pushed you. The two of you laughed like children and as you were pushed further and further into the air on the swing you felt an eternal sense of youth. It was as though nothing could ever be bad after this. You and Billy had found your own slice of heaven.

The rain crudely interrupted your carefree day and it wasn’t long until it came crashing down in an aggressive downpour. Still giggling like kids, Billy tugged your hand back to the car as you made a pointless attempt to shield yourselves from the rain with your arms.

Once safe in the car, both of you looked at each other and erupted into more giggles. Billy’s hair was soaked and plastered to his face. His sunglasses that you were sporting were dotted with water droplets and steamed up, impairing your vision. He smirked and pulled them off your face.

It was like looking into the face of an angel. The laughter stopped and his lips parted slightly, gently caressing your soft and wet cheek with his thumb. He swallowed thickly, taking in the celestial being before him and respected your divinity by giving you a look of upmost adoration.

“What?” You had chuckled at Billy’s sudden intensity.

“I just fucking love you.” He answered with a whisper, staring at your lips.

“I love you too.”

Both of his hands had found their way to your cheeks, pulling you in softly and kissing you intently. Your hands tangled in his damp hair and tugged a little, causing him to whine and deepen the kiss. The rain outside battered against the car like an attack but you both were safe inside, sheltered against the brutal weather together.

When you pulled back, your foreheads met and you both caught your breath back. His thumb returned to your cheek and continued its worshipping caress along your cheekbone. You stared into his eyes knowing it would make him sheepish. Your success was confirmed as he dipped his head to avert your gaze and he chuckled to himself.

“Me and you are forever. I’ll never leave you.” He had said and put his sunglasses back on your lap. It was a promise he’d fully intended to keep.

Without any evidence to the contrary, all you’d been left with was an evening wasted watching the window and his sunglasses that lay on your floor taunting you. You lifted your leg up and brought it down with an extreme force, which split the glasses in half between the lenses and made a sickening crack sound.

You flopped helplessly to the floor at the side of your bed. Your body shook with violent sobs and you hauled your knees close to your chest. Convulsing physically, emotionally and mentally; you had wondered how the Billy who had once looked at you like you were God could now make you feel this weak and unwanted.

I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy I'm tired of driving 'til I see stars in my eyes All I've got to keep myself sane, baby So I just ride, I just ride

Unbeknownst to him how, Billy managed to pull himself away from the monster the second he was given an ounce of leeway. He clumsily tripped over and pulled himself back up again, running with as much force as his large limbs would allow.

He frantically got into his car and sped off in the opposite direction of your house, plagued with the disturbing visions of what had just happened to him. He drove with a different type of desperation than before as the terror sunk in deeper and deeper, taking a hold of his lungs and making him gasp for air.

On the side of the road, he spotted a lit up telephone box like an oasis in the desert. Surely, he would be able to procure himself some safety if he’d be able to just alert someone to the dreadful events he’d just endured.

Billy stopped the car and charged towards the box, grabbing the phone from its hook and dialling in the numbers with incredible urgency.

The only sound he could hear when he pressed the phone to his ear was his own ragged breathing and the banal ringing. When the voice asked “911, what’s your emergency?”, Billy couldn’t help but relive his trauma from mere moments ago.

He’d been dragged down into a basement full of squeaking rats. He had suffered a large tentacle spreading across his face and suctioning on his life source. Despite Billy’s shrieking and flailing, the monster only stopped when it had taken from him what it wanted and replaced in him the tools that it needed for its grand purpose.

Billy came to the horrifying realisation that no one was going to believe him and slowly dropped the phone. The lights in the box above him flickered, ready for his next round of torment.

He emerged from the telephone box into a Hawkins that was dark and unruly. Dust mites swirled round in the air and a deep fog settled over what was once a clear night sky. Thunder crashed and red lightning danced, creating a source of light that had been deprived from the streetlights.

Billy stumbled forwards, coming across a group of people making his way towards him. He asked them with distrust and fear in his voice; “what do you want?”

When they didn’t answer, he mustered up as much confidence as he could and demanded; “hey, I said what do you want?!”

He continued to head towards them, determined to understand this mob and their intentions. After his ordeal, he was struggling with what resolve he had left to defend himself.

Meeting him halfway was an exact replica of himself, only without the gore and dirt on his body that Billy had from the monster attack. A clean and fresh version stared back at him like a reflection. It made his heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

“What do you want?!” Billy asked again, agonised over the silence and the unknown.

“To build.” His doppelganger responded in a voice that wasn’t his. “I want you to build.”

“To build what?”

“What you see.”

“I don’t understand.” Billy said but was transported back to the Hawkins he knew. The open road stretched out in front of him with no mob in sight. The streetlights were switched back on; the thunder and lightning stopped. He was alone.

“I don’t understand!” He yelled again yet made his way back to his car.

Billy started to drive with a new divine purpose. With no specified destination, he drove down the open and empty road, trying to understand and piece together what his mission was to be for his new God.

A tiny piece of him tried to scream that there was a reason he’d gotten into his car that night and that she was now sobbing into her pillow, willing herself to try and sleep so that she might escape the pain of rejection. This voice was quickly silenced by Billy’s new sacred assignment, which was about to take priority over anything else.

Billy continued his journey, driving miles away from the direction of your house, and from you.  

I've got a war in my mind I just ride Just ride, I just ride, I just ride

[biggestsimponhere]

Can you do 26 on the regular prompts and 6 on the smut prompts for Stonathan x reader? Please and thank you

Sometimes friends just isn’t enough - Stonathan x reader

WARNING ⚠️- SMUT, daddy kink, sir kink, oral sex (both f and m receiving), unprotected p in v (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT PLEASE), vaginal fingering, slight breeding kink, mommy kink. All three of them are consenting adults, this is much longer than I expected. BTW: they have clothes at Steve’s because they all often stay at Steve’s house

It was nearing the end of your group hangout as the kids left with Nancy and Robin, Eddie taking half the kids and nance and Robin taking the other half. Leaving just you, Steve and Jonathan at Steves house. You start picking up trash and cups as Jonathan suggest’s pulling out the alcohol. Steve of course quickly agreed with Jonathan and also told you to stop cleaning, which you promptly ignored and continued what you were doing.

“Are they coming back later?” You ask as you move some cups into the kitchen. “No I think nance and Robin said they were going home after dropping the kids and Eddie said he had a deal to do” Steve said taking the cups from your hands.

“Oh, so it’s just us tonight then?” You ask moving to sit down. “Yup” Jonathan said popping the p. “Steve do you need helping doing the dishes” you ask suddenly feeling a little stressed that you were left with your two long term crushes. “Nope sweetheart, I told you, you don’t have to clean” he replied over the running water. Sweetheart. Something about being called a pet name by one of the loves of your life making you blush. “You okay y/n/n? You’re looking a little red” Jonathan asked as he came and sat next to you. He passed you a glass of whatever alcohol was mixed into the leftover pop.

“I’m fine Jon, it’s just hot in here” you replied shifting in your seat a little. “You’ve got something under that sweater right?” You nodded, “take it off then” he replied turning toward you instead of the kitchen.

“Jonathan I only have a bra on” you replied shaking your head. “Go ahead, we don’t mind” Steve called from the kitchen. You turned to look at Jonathan who just nodded his head at Steve’s statement. “Alright then” you replied pulling the sweater over your head. Now your bra was in full view. It was new, you bought it the other day with Robin. It’s light pink and has lace flowers on it. When you caught Jonathan staring you blushed and looked away. You heard something hit the counter in the kitchen and looked up to realize Steve was also staring at you. Once Steve finished the dishes he moved to sit on the opposite side of you than Jonathan was. 

“Are we gonna drink now or what?” You asked sipping your drink. They both nodded and drank their cups. After about five cups you were all pretty drunk. “Geez Steve, what alcohol even wassss that?” You slurred, leaning into his shoulder. “I don’t know but it’s pretty strong” he laughed, the motion shaking you too.

“I wanna climb something” Steve said jumping up. “Climb what Stevie? There’s nothing to climb in here” you said jumping up too albeit a little less gracefully then Steve. Jonathan stood up after you so you leaned onto him for support. “Actually there is, there’s a treehouse in the backyard” he shouted as he ran out of the house through the patio door. “Steve, oh my god!” Jonathan shouted after him. You both ran outside just in time to see Steve fall off the third rung of the ladder and onto his back. “God Stevie are you okay?” You yelled as you ran to him. Once you stopped by his side you kneeled down next to him.

Jonathan quickly followed you and kneeled on Steve’s other side, “Being friends with you is like being friends with a five year old” he paused before he continued, “… who drinks” Steve must have found that hysterical cause he burst out laughing.

“Steven” you chided, “let’s get you inside” you said pulling him up and wrapping your arms around his shoulder. You started walking and then noticed Jonathan wasn’t following. “Jon, a little help here?” You called back so Jonathan quickly ran to grab Steve’s other side. You both took him inside and all but carried him up to his bedroom. “Steve, you’re bleeding” Jonathan said, pointing out the cut on his forehead. You left into Steve’s bathroom and searched underneath his sink for the first aid kit. Once you found it you walked back to Steve and tilted his chin up. You pulled out the wipes to clean his cut and quickly cleaned it before sticking a bandage on it. You didn’t realize how touchy Steve was being until you tried to pull away, but couldn’t due to Steve’s hands on your waist.

“Don’t leave, please” he said leaning his head onto your stomach. “I won’t leave, I just need to put the kit away” you said running your fingers through his hair. “Be quick” he requested as you left to the bathroom. As asked of you, you quickly put the kit away and moved back in front of Steve.

He laid his head back on your stomach so you returned to running your fingers through his hair. You were so focused on Steve that you didn’t realize Jonathan was staring at you again. You looked down and quickly remembered you still weren’t wearing a shirt. “You having a nice time with your crushes face on your bare skin?” Jonathan asked from behind Steve. “Jonathan!” You basically yelled as he smirked. “What? It’s not like we don’t see it. Steve knows too, he’s just pretending like he doesn’t cause he wants you to keep holding him” Jonathan replied cockily. “God! I can’t stand you” you shouted into the large space of Steve’s room. You felt Steve laugh on your stomach before Jonathan replied.

“Then sit on my face” He replied while smirking. You felt your heart pounding against your chest. “Y-you don’t mean that” you replied nervously. “Oh but he does sweetheart” Steve said, finally moving off your stomach.

“What.. what are you talking about” you said taking a few steps back. Jonathan got off the bed and moved to stand in front of you. He looked to your eyes and then your lips and then your eyes again. “Can I kiss you y/n/n?” He asked as he leaned slightly in. You nodded, “I need words sweetheart or this can’t happen” he replied. “Yes, yes god yes, you can kiss me jon” you said, pulling his lips down to meet yours. Your tongues moved sloppily against each other’s. You moaned into Jonathan’s mouth as Steve came up behind you and sucked on your neck. “That feel good baby?” You heard Steve whisper in your ear. “Yes daddy, so good” you replied as you grinded back again him. You could feel his cock against your ass so you shifted more. He groaned as he placed both hands on your hips to stop you.

“I thought you were gonna sit on Jonathan’s face first baby” Steve said as he kept his grip on your hips. “Yeah, you don’t want to leave me wanting do you honey?” Jonathan asked, slightly pouting. “No sir sorry” you said shaking your head.

“Good girl, I’m gonna lay on the bed and you’re gonna sit on my face okay honey?” Jonathan said moving to the bed. “Yes sir, I understand” you said, moving to sit next to Jonathan. “Go on then, sit on his face” Steve said from the end of the bed. “I can’t daddy. I still have my pants on” you replied shifting. “Oh? Does my little girl need help taking her pants off?” Steve said as he walked behind you. You leaned back into him, “yes daddy, please help me take my pants off” you whined pushing further into his stomach. “Okay baby I’ll help you, be a good girl and stay still for me” he said as he hooked his fingers into your waistband. In one quick pull down your shorts were on the floor. “What do you say?” Jonathan said tapping your thigh. You looked from him back to Steve. “Thank you daddy” you said as you looked at Steve. “You’re welcomed sweetheart now sit on Jon’s face” he instructed as he moved you onto Jonathan’s chest.

You moved till your core was hovering directly over Jonathan’s mouth. Not one for patience, Jon pulled your thighs down till you were fully on his face. You moaned as Jon licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit. ���Does that feel good baby?” Steve asked coming to stand next to you. “Yes daddy feels so good” you moaned tightening your thighs around Jon’s head.

Jonathan reached his hand between his face and your pussy before slowly inserting a finger. You moaned as his finger slid into you. “Oh god! Sir” you moaned out. “You think you can take more honey?” You heard him ask from below you. “Yes sir, please sir” you replied grinding down onto the finger he already had in you. He slipped two more fingers in and you moaned at how full you felt. He moved his tongue back in to suck on your clit. “How’s he feel baby?” Steve asked moving your hair off your neck. “So, so good daddy” you replied shifting your hips back down onto him. “I know right, has such a nice mouth on him, doesn’t he lovey?” He asked you as he kissed your neck again. “Yes daddy, such a nice mouth” you moaned out. “Come on, use me, use my face baby” you heard from below you.

So you did, you grinded down onto his face and simply used him for your own pleasure. You heard moans come from both boys as they watched you finally take what you wanted.

You came shortly after and Jonathan lapped it up. You got up off of his face and he moved to kiss you. You moaned as you tasted yourself on him. “Baby, it’s Stevie’s turn, we’ve been getting all the fun so I think you should let your daddy fuck you” Jonathan whispered in your ear. “Yes sir” you whimpered, as you moved to kiss Steve. “Hi baby” he smiled into the kiss. “Hi daddy” you smiled as you kissed him and then kissed his neck. You ground down onto his lap and he groaned. “Baby, Stop teasing me” He choked out. “Sorry Stevie it’s just so fun” you said as you did It again. You did it a few more times till he was whimpering underneath you. He looked up at you with tears in his eyes before whimpering out your name. “Do you need something baby?” You asked innocently. You looked at Jonathan who was behind Steve, he just smirked and went back to kissing Steve’s neck.

“Yes mommy, n-need you please” he whimpered pushing his hips up into yours. You heard Jonathan snicker before kissing Steve’s neck again. “Yeah baby boy? You need me?” You asked as you pulled his pants down.

“Yes mommy, I do” he said, lifting his hips to help you get his pants off. You lowered yourself till you were sat on his shaft. You grinded against him, slicking his shaft. “Please, mommy, need to be in you” he whimpered pulling you flush against him. “Alright baby” you said as you lined him up with your entrance. You lowered down onto him and you both moaned as he bottomed out. You started to rock yourself back and forth while Jon went to kiss you over Steve’s shoulder. “Does he feel good honey?” Jon asked wiping your hair off your forehead. “Yes sir, feels so good, so big” you mumbled as you rode him. “Mommy please let me fill you please” Steve whimpered underneath you. “Go ahead baby, fill mommy up” you said, kissing his forehead. Steve came quickly after that and so did you.

Jonathan moved out from behind Steve to wrap his arms around you. “You wanna suck my cock pretty girl? Hmm?” Jonathan said as he kissed your neck. “Yes sir, wanna help you” you whined as he sucked on your neck.

“Okay honey come kneel in front of me” Jon said so you slid off of Steve with a whine. You got up and kneeled in front of Jonathan. “Good girl” Jon said rubbing your cheek. “Thank you sir” you said as you leaned into his palm. “Take my pants off for me baby” Jon said, as he unbuckled his belt. You pulled his pants down, including his underwear and stroked his cock. “Open up for me, sweet girl” he said tapping your jaw. You opened your mouth and he slid his cock in. “Remember baby, two taps of you need me to pull out okay?” He said as he brushed your hair behind your ear. You nodded so he pushed his dick further into your mouth. You started to bob your head back and forth taking him further each time you went.

“Good, good girl, taking me so well baby” he moaned above you. Steve came behind you and started rubbing your clit. You moaned around Jonathan causing him to push further into your mouth. Making you gag as he hit the back of your throat.

Jonathan threaded his fingers through your hair and pushed your head back and forth. “Breathe through your nose honey you’ve got this” you heard Steve say from behind you. Right as Jonathan came down your throat you tapped his thigh twice. “Are you okay pretty girl?” He asked, fixing your hair. “Yeah m’okay, just tired” you mumbled against his thigh. “Come on honey, let’s get you into a bath” he said as he scooped you up. Steve had already left to start filling the tub. Jonathan kissed your head as he lowered you into the steaming water. They turned to leave the room when you called out to them. “Stevie, Jon, will you get in the bath with me” you called out before they fully exited the bathroom. “You get in with her, I’ll change the sheets and then come back” Jonathan said, so Steve slowly lowered himself in the giant tub behind you.

“How’re you feeling baby?” Steve asked kissing your shoulder. “I’m alright Stevie, just floaty” you replied leaning back against him. “When’s Jon coming in?” You asked, looking out to the bedroom. “I’m right here y/n/n” he said as he walked back into the bathroom.

“Get in please Jon” you whined reaching up to him. He slowly got into the bath next to you. Steve washed your body as Jonathan washed your hair. You leaned back and started washing Steve’s hair. After you finished Steve’s hair you washed Jonathan’s. “What do you wanna do now baby?” Steve asked from behind you. “Wanna cuddle and watch a movie please” you said as Jon got out and wrapped himself in a towel. He handed one to Steve, and then went to the dryer to pull yours out so it was warm. “Your pajamas are on the bed honey” Jon said as he passed Steve his. We all changed and then laid on the bed. While you were changing steve had put in heathers. “I love you Stevie” you said as you kissed him. He mumbled a love you too as you turned to kiss Jonathan.

“I love you Jon” you mumbled into the kiss. “I love you too sweet girl” he said kissing your lips and then your forehead.

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This Could Get Ugly Masterlist

18+ mdni

Part 1 of Look At Us Now

Now: Everybody knows famous 80s pop rock band, The Downsides, but no one knows the reason behind their mysterious breakup at the height of their success. Rumors of love triangles, infidelity, drug addiction and more than one onstage fight have swirled around for years following the band’s split in 1989. Years later, one determined journalist is uncovering it all through a series of interviews that will finally reveal the truth.

Then: It's 1983 and The Downsides need another lead singer and you just happen to need a band--it's a perfect match. The only issue? You have to pretend to be in a relationship with your bandmate, Steve Harrington, but you can't help but be drawn to the band's broody guitar player.

pairing: s.h. x fem!reader, e.m. x fem!reader, j.b. x n.w

warnings: It's the Daisy Jones and the Six!AU, Enemies to friends to lovers, Love triangles, sex, drugs, rock and roll, etc., fake relationships, slow-burn, pining, ANGST, bad parents all around (this is going to be long and messy), smut in later chapters, slow burn, enemies to fwb to lovers, miscommunication trope

Each chapter will also have individual warnings per chapter.

Prologue

TRACKLIST🎸

Track 1: Before the Beginning

Track 2: The Beginning

Track 3: The Upside Down Tour

Track 4: The End of the Beginning

Track 5: The Beginning of the End

Track 6: The Aftermath

Track 7: Unintended Consequences (coming soon)

THE PLAYLIST 🎵

BREAKING NEWS! 📰

Saubrosa--October 9, 1983

The Upside Down Tour Poster—1984

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Y'all know what time it is?

It's time to give love to the authors again, to the authors out there in whichever fandom you're in, you're loved, you're appreciated, your work is admired and your writing is someone's safe space.

Whether it's a short one or a multi chapter, it made someone feel better today, yesterday, a week ago, or a week from now.

Don't give up, when you're feeling down on your work, know someone out there reads it over and over and over again, cries with tears of joy, laughs at parts that are funny, blushes at certain parts.

We readers love you. We readers appreciate you.

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Chapter 7: MadMax

[Previous Chapter]

YN groaned as she rubbed her eyes, leaning back in her chair as Eddie sat on her bed and wrote in his notebook.

"Should I add in the wrathful king to this game?" He blurted out, turning to her.

Instead of turning around, she leaned her head back and looked at him upside down. 

"What's his reason for being wrathful?" She asked, raising her brow.

He looked back at his notebook, flipping a few pages back before stopping. "His wife had been possessed and cursed. And she sacrificed her life to protect them all from dying."

YN hummed before nodding. "Yeah, sure. Maybe even add in her ghost. Like it's not her, but a twisted projection of her to manipulate the King even more."

Eddie grins and nods his head, grabbing his pencil and scratching it into his notebook.

A knock on her door interrupted the silence, and she turned towards it as it opened. 

"Dare-" Dustin paused as he saw Eddie on the bed, before shaking his head. "Do you have any money? We're hitting the arcade later on tonight and I don't have any quarters."

YN blinked before lifting her left arm and looking at her watch. She sighed when it read 5:24 pm. 

"I'll spare a little, but I'm going to head out later so I can't give you everything." She muttered before sitting up and opening her right drawer.

Dustin grinned and held out his hand as she gave him 3 dollars. "Who's that?" He whispered to her as she put her hand on the door.

"It's my friend, Eds. Now move it ya twerp." She closed the door in front of him before turning around. 

Eddie grinned up at her bed as he stuck his pencil behind his ear. "We're friends?"

She rolled her eyes as a smile crossed her lips, her hand pushing his shoulder. "Shut up Ed. You know we're friends. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."

He nodded his head in agreement before looking back at his notebook. "True, true."

She sighed and fell back into her chair, glancing at her unfinished homework with a frown.

"Wanna go to the arcade?" She blurted out as she looked back at Eddie who had the eraser of his pencil in between his teeth.

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YN kicked the machine as she died, again. All her money was almost gone.

"Another loss for little miss geek." Eddie grinned from his place to her left. His eyes moved up from the game over the screen to look at her.

She glared at him shaking her head. "Shut up Ed, you know these games are just rigged to get your money."

He snickered as she brushed past him. "Sure, says another loser who can't play games well."

She whirled around, walking backward, and flipped him off. "I can too play! I just-"

"Suck?"

"No, I'm just off my game." At Eddie's raised brow she scoffed. "Shut up."

As she passed one of the games, she noticed the score in the right corner and gaped. She leaned in next to the player, not paying attention to who it was. 

"HOLY SHIT! You beat my little brother's High Score! He's gonna be pissed!" YN exclaimed, shocking the person who had been playing.

They jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to basically yell in their ear, causing their hand to jiggle. The game screen changed, reading 'Game over.' 

"Oh shit, my bad-" YN looked over at the red-haired girl with a grimace. "Didn't mean to make ya lose."

The girl shook her head, looking away from YN. "No, it's fine-"

YN dug into her pocket, pulling out her last few coins. "How about I give you this, as payment."

The girl shook her head as she moved the joystick to type in her name in the game. "No, it's cool. I would've died anyway."

Dare raised a brow at the girl, glancing at the name before grinning. "Mad Max huh. Well Max, how about I challenge you to that game right over there?"

Max turned towards where Dare was pointing, noticing the two-player shooting game. She turned to Dare and raised her brow.

"Why?"

Dare shrugged. "I think I wanna get to know the one who beat the shit out of my brother's high score. Plus you seem cool."

Max stared at her for a moment, before nodding her head. "Alright. I'll play."

Eddie spoke up from behind Dare. "You'll kick her ass, Max, she isn't too good at games."

Max looked up at him from over Dare's shoulder before Dare pushed him. "Shut up."

Max smiled lightly before heading over to the game, Dare, and Eddie following behind her. Dare glared at Eddie as he pushed his shoulder against hers, nearly making her tumble into an arcade machine. She rubbed her shoulder before throwing her shoulder into him, knocking him into another person. 

She laughed as she ran towards Max, who looked over at them with her brows raised.

"Ready?" Dare smiled as she stepped up beside her, pulling the money out of her pocket.

Max nodded her head, and Dare shoved the quarters into the machine. As the game started up, Eddie walked up behind them, glaring lightly at Dare, who smirked at him before turning back to the screen.

As criminal characters popped up on the screen, they pointed their guns at the screen and shot them. Max cursed as she missed one of them, casting a quick glance at Dare's side of the screen. Her eyes widened as she noticed how Dare hadn't missed any of them, how Dare's face was focused. 

A voice narrated 'Game Over' as Max's character died, due to her not focusing. Dare grinned as she twirled the gun in her hand, pausing to blow on the fake barrel. 

"How did you do that?" Eddie gasped as he noticed her high score.

Max looked over at her before her eyes widened at the High scoreboard. All of them said Dare.

"I'm a good shot, Ed."

Eddie gaped at her. "Dare, what the fuck."

"I feel like I was lead into a trap," Max said as she crossed her arms, a small grin on her face. 

YN laughed and shook her head. "Nah, just wanted to see if your skills were the real deal or not."

Max raised her brow in confusion. "And did you?"

YN grinned. "Yeah. I did. I'm impressed, Max."

Max nodded her head, looking at the ground. "Thanks, I guess."

YN nudged Max's shoulder, "Yeah, no problem. Wanna go again? Get your skills to grow?"

Max paused, looking at the clock before nodding her head. "Sure. I can play a game or two."

---

I grin to myself as I push past the boys, going up to the high school.

"Later Boys!" I yell.

"Bye Dare!" "Tell me if you find out who Max is!" 

I shake my head slightly pulling to a stop at the bike rack. I sigh as I kick the stand up, turning around and looking for Nancy. When I notice Steve's car a little further down the lot, I groan and adjust my bag on my shoulder. I walk over towards the car, making sure to flip off Carol and her two friends. As she rolls her eyes at me, I turn back to the car that I was approaching. 

I knock on the window, breaking them out of their lover's gaze. 

"Move it, Harrington! She's got Algebra for first class." I grin as Nancy glares at me. 

As she opened the door, the sound of tires screeching causes me to turn around. I watch as a car pulls into the parking lot, a familiar face in the passenger seat. I grin as the car parks, the driver getting out of the car. But I ignore them as Max steps out of the car. 

"Hey, Max!" 

Max turns to me, along with the driver, and I wave at her. She smiles thinly and nods her head at me, before throwing her skateboard down. I smile before looking over at Nancy who gave me a confused look. 

"What, I met her at the Arcade. She beat Dustin's score, I had to get to know her." 

Nancy shook her head as she shut the car door, smiling at me. "Of course, you manage to become friends with someone that you don't even know."

I chuckle and walk towards the school. "Of course Nance. It's my thing."

I glance over at the car, noticing the driver still looking at me. I raise a brow at him before he smirks and walks towards the school.

[Next Chapter]

[ally-writes-many-things]

I’m right here (Steve Harrington) Part 1.

Summary: After being away from Hawkins for a little over seven years, you return to spend time with your brother Dustin but things happen that may change how you feel about Hawkins. 

Words: 1.8k

Prompts: No

Requested: No

Warnings or A/N: This will take place from season 3 to season 4 and I decided to not end things with season 4. I’m still working out kinks on how to write how they kill off Vecna and the Upside Down.

 “Perfect form,” You heard him say when you were climing out of the pool.

You spotted him when you first got to the community pool, you weren’t too sure if he spotted you, but you didn’t care if he did or not.  0You rolled your eyes at the sound of his voice and didn’t turn to look at him.

“What? You’re not going to talk to me? You haven't seen me for a year and that's the way you treat me?

You turned around and looked at the women watching you before you looked at him. “How about you go and flirt with those middle aged women who are death glaring at me right now. Instead of worrying about a girl who dumped your sorry ass over a year ago, Billy,” You said walking away from him and towards your car. 

-

It's been years since you went to Hawkins, Indiana, and it's definitely changed. Half of downtown was shutting its doors. Thanks to the mall they built. You parked in your car in the busy parking lot and sighed. You really didn't want to deal with all these people now, but you promised your mother you'd get your little brother. It took you half an hour to find out where the ice cream parlor was, but you finally found it. "Are you allowed to be here?" The guy handed out the ice cream to a couple of girls who looked at each other and ran and laughed. 

The guy was pretty good looking to get even though he had a stupid sailor hat on but he was just plain good looking. What you found attractive about men is exactly what you found attractive about that guy.

The girl giggled and then turned around and looked at you. That's when you realize she was Billy's kid sister, Max. “Max”?

Her eyes went wide as she squealed when she saw you, ran up to you and hugged you with a death grip. “Yn! What are you doing here?” 

You stumbled back a bit at the sheer force this little girl has. “I’m picking up my brother. You guys moved to Hawkins?”

Max nodded her head. “Yeah. Billy is gonna go bat shit crazy when he sees you,”

“Yeah… we already ran into each other at the pool,”

“Who are you?” The girl that was with Max just abruptly said. 

“Oh. Yn, meet Eleven. El for short. El, believe it or not, Billy's former girlfriend,"

“You dated Billy?”

“Yeah, I was stupid,”

“Who's your brother?”

“Dustin Henderson,”

“Wait? Really? " Max's voice was full of confusion. "But you don't look like each other and you don't have the same surname."

“Yeah, different dads. Same mom,”

“We’re good friends with Dustin,”

“Have you seen him?”

“No. Not today," Max said looking at her watch. “It was really good seeing you  again but we gotta go,”

“Oh, okay. You too, Maxi,”

It was your favorite thing to call Max and at first she hated it, but she ended up enjoying it.

You watched them giggle again and left the ice cream store. You scanned the ice cream shop looking for the curly hair boy, but you didn’t see him. You sighed. “Do you need help with something?”

As you turned to look towards the source of that voice, you saw that it was the man behind the counter. You smiled at him and walked up to him and that when you took notice of his name tag. The name on his tag was Steve. It had to be the Steve Dustin wouldn't keep quiet about. "Ooh, you're Steve,"

“I-uh-yeah. How’d you know that?”

“Your name tag,”

He glanced down at his name tag. “Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I’m Steve, you?”

“Yn. Yeah, my brother told me a lot about you,”

“He did? What did he say? Wait. Who's your brother?”

“Dustin,”

“Henderson is your brother? You're Henderson’s sister? Wait, Henderson's got a sister?"

You silently laughed about how confused you made Steve. Before you even had a chance to say anything, he lifted a finger and opened the sliding window behind him. You could see a room which was probably storage room or break room or both "Do you have a sister?"

“Yeah, Yn. Why? Is she here?”

Dustin’s head popped up in the window and he smiled at you. “Hey sis. What are you doing here? This is Steve,”

“Mom asked me to pick you up and yeah I got that,”

"Well, we're in the middle of something, can you come back later?"

“No. Not really. I have other things to take care of. So whatever you’re doing needs to be hurried up or it can wait for another day,”

“I can drive him home-

"Hey, you know Russian?" Another head appeared in the glass cutting Steve. This time a woman. 

"I know bits of it, why?" Dustin,”

“What?”

"What have you been up to?"

"What makes you think I did anything?"

"Because that's all you ever do,"

The girl walked away from the window and, in a few seconds, opened the door leading to the back. “Come in here,”

You watched her strangely, but you did as she asked. You wYou came in the room and saw Dustin's tape recorder on the table and a whiteboard with the Russian alphabet on it.s anyone care to explain what's going on?”

“So you know that radio that I built during summer camp to stay in contact with Suzie?”

“Yes,”

“Well, yesterday. I took my friends and set it up. Anyway, I intercepted a secret Russian transmission,"

“DUSTIN! That's what I'm talking about when I say you're always up to no good.

“I know. I know. I didn’t mean to but it just happened,”

“Dustin. Well, I guess we’re already in the middle of it. Let me hear it,”

You don’t know how many times you had replayed the recording at this point. Yes, you know Russian but it wasn’t the entire alphabet that you knew. That was only a few sentences. After listening to it a few times, putting what you knew together and looking at the Russian alphabet You finally deciphered a bit. “Wait, that last part, just one more time,” 

“Okay,” Dustin said, rewinding the tape.

You let it play out until you heard what you were looking for. “That word. It’s pronounced “dly-nna-ya. Which is spelled D,”

 Before you could even say anything Dustin answered. “The chair. The chair-looking  thingy,”

“Yes. I know the first sentence,” You said. 

"What is it?" replied Steve, opening the window.

You looked up at him. “The week is long,”

“Well, that’s thrilling,”

You chuckled. "I know, but at least it's better than what you came up with."

After a few hours, you had finally cracked all of what it said. You had ended up blowing off what you were originally gonna do to help Dustin and his friends do this. You do not even know why, because you had the feeling that it would explode in your face.

"The week is long", the silver cat feeds, "when blue meets yellow in the west",” Dustin said as Steve was locking up the ice cream shop after it had closed. “I mean, it- just it just can't be right,”

You shrugged. “It's right. Honestly, I think it's great news,”

Steve said, standing back up. “How is this great news?  I mean, so much for being American heroes. It's total nonsense,”

 “It's not nonsense. It's too specific. It's obviously a code,” 

“What do you mean, a code? Like a super secret spy code. That's a total stretch,”

Robin raised her hands. “I don't know, is it?”

“You're buying into this? Listen, just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What'd you think they were gonna say, "Fire the warhead at noon?”

“Exactly,”

“And if the translation is correct. I know that for sure, so "The silver cat feeds". Why 

would anyone talk like that unless they're trying to mask the meaning of their message?” 

“Exactly,”

“Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?”

“Exactly,”

You turned to face your brother. “So I guess that confirms your suspicion,”

Dustin gave you a smile. “Evil Russians,”

“I can't believe I'm about to agree with this strange child, but, yeah, totally evil Russians. So how do we crack it?”

You were too busy listening to the conversion to realize that Steve wasn't here. “Wait. Where's Steve?” 

You all turned around and saw Steve messing around with some change in front of a mechanical horse that was meant for kids. “Hey Steve.  What are you doing?”

Steve looked up at you guys. “Uh, it's a quarter. I need- Do you have a quarter?”

You pulled a quarter out of your pocket and threw it at him. “Sure you're tall enough for that ride though?” 

The mechanical horse started going and playing that tune that every kid in Hawkins should know. Robin chuckled. “You need help getting up, little Stevie?”

Dustin laughed too. Steve was beginning to be frustrated. “Would you three just shut up and listen?”

You looked at it for a second before paying attention to the melody and this is where you realized what Steve was saying. “Oh fuck,”

Dustin must’ve too. “Holy shit,”

Steve bobbed his head. “The music,”

Robin was confused. “What am I listening to?”

Before you could speak, Dustin took out the tape player and played it. The mechanical horse was playing the same music that the tape was. “I don’t understand. It’s the exact same on the recording?”

‘Maybe they have horses like this in Russia,”

Steve is still staring at the horse. “Indiana Flyer? I don’t-I don’t think so. This code, it didn’t come from Russia, It came from here,”

“Yn, come back to Scoops tomorrow and help us finish cracking it,” Robin said. “If you’re not busy,”

I've already abandoned what I was going to do today to help you. So why not, see this through. I’ll come by with Dustin,”

“Cool,”

You, Steve and Dustin all walked Robin to her car and Steve walked you and Dustin to your car. Dustin, without telling Steve goodbye, jumped into the passenger seat. You shook your head and laughed before you looked at Steve's face. “Thank you,”

“No thanks needed. A real gentleman will always escort a lady to the car,” 

You just smiled but you shook your head. "I mean, thank you for that, but that's not why I was thanking you,"

Steve raised an eyebrow at you. “What are you talking about?”

“Thanks for standing by for Dustin. Dustin told me that you helped him with many things and that you always made sure he was fine. I really appreciate it."

“Oh. There still isn't any need to apologize for that either. Dustin can be a dick, but he's a great kid."

You caught a glimpse of Dustin playing with your radio. You took a couple of steps towards Steve and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek before you got in your car and drove away. You drove to your house and parked your car in the driveway. “So that was the infamous Steve Harrington?”

“Cool, isn’t he?”

“I don’t know yet,”

[strangerthingsfan-fics]

That’s my job to embarrass him and Vecnas curse Steve Harrington x Fem!byers reader

Warnings- kissing,swearing,crying,Vecnas curse,nightmares,nosebleeds,past trauma,if there’s anymore let me know

Ever since will went missing you’d stay up till late at night and then you’d finally fall asleep or sometimes your up all night

You kept your promise of taking him everywhere in the car and you’d embarrass him like any other big sister

You was dropping him off at the arcade and Steve was sat in the front with you

“Bye will love you me and Steve will miss you I’ll tell mum to get your blanket ready” you shouted chuckling

“Shut upppppp and i love you too” will said running to the party

“You love embarrassing don’t you” Steve laughed

“Yeah I’m his big sister embarrassing him is my job like Jonathan always embarrasses me” you giggled

You laughed driving past them out the car park your hand was on Steve’s lap

You pulled into the byers driveway and sat with Steve on the sofa

you was sat doing homework till your nose started bleeding steve looked at you and took you to the bathroom to sort it out he put tissue on the dribbling blood from your nose when it’s stopped bleeding steve got a wet cloth and wiped your nose with it

You chuckled when he ran his thumb over your lip his left hand on your waist he kissed you making you giggle when his lips peppered all over your face

It turned 4:30 you and Steve got in your car and was talking the whole way to the wheelers house

“are nosebleeds normal for you” steve asked

“No I’ve had like two in my whole life” you replied

“That’s odd but oh well you still look beautiful” Steve whisperd

You blushed at the thought of Steve thinking your beautiful you picked up will and drove back home for dinner

you got in and sat down for dinner you sat with on leg over the other so your leg wouldn’t shake and Steve saw it and held your hand under the dinner table his thumb running over your hand

When you finished dinner you all watched a movie then went to your rooms because it was 9:58

When you fell asleep your head on Steve’s chest so you can hear his heart beat in the middle of the night you started having a nightmare not being able to get out of it steve woke up to you crying in your sleep

He flipped over to his side where you was now laid and he rubbed your sholder hoping it would keep you calm but you was still asleep crying

“Yn it’s ok it was just a nightmare no need to panic” Steve woke you with his soothing voice

You wrapped your arms around him taking deep breaths steve wrapped his arms around you aswell

The next day you zoned out your eyes rolled in the back of your head will Jonathan nancy Eddie and Steve noticed

“Holy fuck yn” steve shouted shaking you

In the upside down you saw will when he was lost and you shouted him until you saw it was a dead body but you knew he was alive you put your hand on your mouth and coughed up some sort of vines out your mouth until you got took into something and there stood a man coverd in vines one arm longer than the other no nose you was screaming for steve

Nancy has put a walkman on your head and put your fav song on until you started levitating steve backed up

“YN HOLY SHIT YN COME ON WAKE UP” eddie steve Jonathan and will shouted

You dropped down into Steve’s arms holding him breathing heavily

“Your okay don’t worry we’re here it’s okay” Steve’s voice sounded soothing

“I saw it I saw vecna the thing eddie talks about all the time” you cried