#the wheelers were only told about mike housing a “dangerous person”

[adelacreations]

Truly even if Dustin, Lucas and Mike got upset with Steve about sending Max home with her brother. If anything, it should be pointed out that they knew her for what?

A week?

And they brought her into a situation where she could potentially get seriously hurt or DIE. Looking at Mike too honestly cause he witnessed soliders getting killed in the hospital. Scientists and BOB getting murdered by demodogs.

[just-jordie-things]

Bite Me - Mike Wheeler

word count: 4052 warnings: swearing, unedited and poorly written summary: Mike has harbored a crush on (y/n) since the day they met.  And all it takes is a run-in with Billy Hargrove for him to lose his shit and let his feelings be known. (a/n): I just randomly felt the need to write for one of my best boys

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(y/n) (y/l/n) was a sweet girl. If you asked anyone they’d tell you how kind she is, to everyone she meets.  From giving out homework answers when someone forgot, to sharing her lunch, she’d lend a hand no matter who you were.  She was a good person, and that’s why Mike was so in love with her.

He had been ever since she’d joined the Party, back in the fourth grade.  She’d been bringing in an extra juice box and snack for two weeks, just for Will, and the four boys agreed unanimously to offer her a spot in their group.  Mike can still remember the look on her face, the wide grin that showed off her recently lost tooth, and the way she’d giggled and agreed instantly.

They taught her D&D, she was invited into Will’s fort, and taken in by Joyce as one of her own.  She was truly one of them.

She didn’t look at him like everyone else did, it’s one of the first things he’d noticed about her, and he could see it every time their eyes met.  That annoyed expression that he was used to receiving -from peers, from his parents, even Nancy, even their friends- he’d grown so accustomed to it, until he’d met her.

“Fuck you! Fuck you!” Mike was shouting, about to lunge towards Steve, before (y/n) and Dustin grabbed his arms to yank him back.  “We can’t just stay here and-”

“That’s exactly what we’re doing!” Steve shouted back, shoving a scolding finger in the younger boy’s face.  “We’re staying here, so I can keep you dipshits safe!”

Steve rolled his eyes before spinning around to leave.  Nothing stressed him out like these kids.

“Come on, we’ll figure something else out” (y/n) said quietly, and tugged on Mike’s arm a little more.  

His glare softened when he turned to her.

She nods her head off to the side, prompting him to walk off with her.  He groaned, but he followed when she pulled him towards the living room.  Her hand didn’t let go of his wrist until they were away from everyone else.

“You know nothing you could say right now is gonna make me less pissed off-”

“I know,” (y/n) giggles before he can start ranting again.  “But maybe you can just take a breath and pretend to calm down?” She hums, and she laughs again.

Mike groans loudly, loud enough that everyone in the house could hear him, before he threw himself down onto the sofa.

(y/n) just shook her head, and sat next to him.

“Steve’s just trying to keep us safe, Mike,” She says, voice just as soft, but a bit more serious now.  “He’s not doing this to make you mad, you get that, right?”

He nods, but hangs his head in his hands.

“Are you… um… upset because El’s out there?” She asked unsurely.

She had a pretty good feeling that Mike had a crush on Eleven.  He was distraught when she left, and since she’d come back (a few hours ago) he’s been extremely on edge.  Hence the pouting right now.

“I guess,” He shrugged.  “I just- I want to just-”

“I know,” (y/n) murmurs again.  “I get it”

She admired Mike’s need to help, to get involved.  He was brave, if not a little reckless as well.  But there was something sweet about his extreme need to help.  Even though she was still convinced he was only wired this way because of his crush on Eleven.

Mike looked over to her, finding that loving look on her face.  His favorite expression -maybe even his favorite thing- and it somehow calmed him down a bit.  She smiled when he hadn’t started grumbling again.

“You good now?” She asked.

“Yeah,” He sighed.  “I’ll be fine”

She grinned, and poked his cheek affectionately before getting up from the couch.  

“I’m gonna get a glass of water and make sure Steve’s calmed down too,” She told him.  “Guess I’m the only sane one around here”

He laughed a bit as she left the room.

“Steve?” (y/n) called gently as she approached her older friend.

He turned to her, an unamused, and rather annoyed, look on his face.

“You alright?”

“I will be, once I’m in a retirement home and have restraining orders placed on all of you,” He answered, making the girl laugh.  “Your boyfriend calm down yet?” He asked, and her laughter stopped almost instantly.

Steve was chuckling now at how red her cheeks were turning.

“He’s not-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, heard it before, pretended to believe it before, whatever,” He said, and (y/n) busied herself with getting a drink.  “Now’s as good a time as any to just, you know, confess.  You’re stuck here anyways”

“No I… I can’t um…” She shakes her head, staring down at the bottle of water she’d grabbed from the fridge.  “I can’t do that” She finished weakly.

Steve had known (y/n) for a few years now.  He’d met her the first night he’d hung out with Nancy in the Wheeler home, she’d been there with Mike coming up with a new character for D&D.  His first impression, as it was for all of the kids, was that she was a geek.  And she was, but she was a lot of other things too, and what stood out the most to him was her kindness.  She didn’t exactly fit in with the Party like the boys seemed to.  Not only because she was a girl, but because she was… friendly.

Mike wasn’t cruel to Steve by any means, but he was a snarky little shit that sometimes made Steve just want to-

“Why the hell do you like that little asshole so much anyways?”

(y/n) was still blushing as she shrugged her shoulders.

He’d picked up on her little crush one of the first times she’d met him.  He called her out on it right away too, luckily only Dustin had heard, and he’d laughed it off, thinking it was a joke.

It wasn’t.

“He’s such a piece of shit,” Steve said through a laugh, earning a pointed glare from (y/n).  “Obviously he doesn’t treat you the same way he treats, well, everyone else”

“No, he doesn’t,” (y/n) sighed lovingly.  

Her eyes glanced out to the living room, where Mike and Lucas were heatedly, and quietly, arguing.  She rolled her eyes at the sight, not that it surprised her.

“He’s very, um-”

“Sweet on you?” Steve supplied, earning another look, which quickly turned into a nervous smile.  “Yeah, that’s how I’d put it.  I don’t know why you’re being such a baby about it.  He obviously has a little crush on you too,” Steve said, wagging his finger around in her face.  “Otherwise he wouldn’t be such a little gentleman towards you”

(y/n) didn’t say anything else, but she didn’t have to for Steve to know how she felt.  He’d always known.  She didn’t do a great job at hiding it, but her friends, and Mike for that matter, were oblivious.

They were interrupted by a bright light shining in through the windows, bright enough that she shielded her eyes as she wandered out to the large picture window.

“Who is that?” She asked, as everyone gathered around to figure out who could show up at the Byers’ house right now.

Their question was quickly answered.

“Sinclair!”

The angry, dangerous voice sent a shiver all the way down (y/n’s) spine, before an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach.  Billy Hargrove was bad news, but him being here, right now, was even worse.

“Stay inside” Steve ordered, shoving the kids down underneath the window.

“I know you’re in there!” Billy screamed again from outside.

“Stay inside” Steve repeated, before walking out of the house.

“What the fuck does he think he’s gonna do?” Lucas asked, as everyone peeked their heads up just enough so they could see what was going on outside.

“He’s gonna fight him” Dustin said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

“He’ll lose,” Max mumbled.  All eyes turned to her, but her gaze was trained on her brother, afraid.  “He’ll kill him”

“He’ll be okay,” (y/n) whispered to her new friend.  “Steve’s a tough guy, and can throw a punch-”

“I’m not so sure he can take one, though” Max said.

(y/n) frowned, and set a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“We’ll be alright” She assured, even though she wasn’t certain what was going to happen.

Steve was now walking down to Billy, who was still yelling, but they couldn’t make out what exactly.

“What’s he saying?” Mike hissed, only to get shushed by Dustin, thus starting a ‘shh!’ war.

(y/n) only let it go on until Billy shoved Steve back by his shoulders.

“Boys!” She scolded, sitting up a little straighter as the fight outside escalated.

Just as she’d sat up, Mike grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her back down.

“You want to get seen and murdered?” He whisper screamed.  She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her sweet smile.  His brow furrowed at her smile, but he wasn’t quick enough to say anything about it, as everyone’s attention was pulled back to the scene outside.

Billy had shoved Steve to the ground, and was racing up to the house now.  He locked eyes with the Party, who all quickly leaned down as low to the floor as they could get.

“Lucas, run!” Max screamed, shoving the boy to haul ass before her brother could storm in and get his hands on him.

When the door swung open so hard it slammed against the wall, Mike grabbed (y/n) by both arms and just about ripped them out of their sockets as he pulled her upwards with him to get her as far fucking away from Billy as possible.

“We have to help Lucas!” She tried telling him while he dragged her off to the other side of the house.  “Mike!” She shoved his hands off of her, and gave him a pleading look.  “This isn’t like you, come on, he needs our-”

“Where are you, Sinclair!? Come on out!”

She ran away from Mike before he could convince her to hide.

Finding Lucas shoved up against the wall, something in her clicked.  Billy’s significantly larger framed towered over the boy, who was clearly afraid, while Billy snarled nasty things right in his face.

“Why don’t you just fuck off?” She yelled at him, before thinking through the consequences of her actions.

Dustin and Mike stared at her in shock.  She didn’t curse much, so to hear the foul word come out in her voice was… pretty out of character.

Just as Billy whirled around, likely about to send one knockout punch to her face, Lucas took his moment of distraction to knee him right between the legs.  (y/n) squealed, both hands covering her mouth in surprise.

It was then that she took Mike’s advice to run back into the kitchen, and duck down behind the cabinets so she was out of sight.  

“You’re fucking dead!” Billy howled in pain, and while every bone in (y/n’s) body told her to cover her ears, close her eyes, and stay hidden, she peeked around the corner anyways.

“No,” A different voice, a calm voice, a familiar voice, spoke up.

(y/n) had never been so relieved to see Steve in her whole life.

“You are” He finished, and took a strong swing of his fist against Billy’s jaw.

The crack that resonated made her wince, and she shut her eyes only for a moment as illy toppled backwards.  He didn’t fall, and instead swung back at Steve, starting a very violent fistfight in the Byers’ kitchen.

“Come on, you gotta move” A pair of arms encircled her torso and helped her up from the ground.  

Mike’s hands were much more gentle with her now than they had been a few minutes ago, and this time she let him bring her out to the living room, away from the fight.

Her eyes were wide with fear as she watched Billy throw Steve around the kitchen effortlessly.  It was terrifying, she felt as though she was about to see him get killed.

When he landed a rather harsh punch, right under Steve’s chin, she cried out for him.

Steve crumbled to the ground, definitely knocked unconscious.  He looked dead, though, and as the thought crossed her mind, she felt it again.  The snap.  Like an instinct buried deep was just let loose.

“You motherfucking piece of shit!” She screamed in a way that Mike, or any of them, had ever heard before, and was charging at Billy in an instant.

It was a hasty decision, grabbing the beautiful vase of flowers off of Joyce Byers’ table and throwing it full force at the back of Billy’s head.

While his head was soaked, and definitely bleeding from the shards of glass, he still managed to stay standing, and was fuming with anger as he glared down at (y/n).

“You made a big mistake little girl” He growled, and began to stalk towards her in a threatening manner.

“Bite me” She snarled back at him, followed by the rash decision to spit on him.

“(y/n) what the hell are you-!?”

Mike’s warning was cut off when Billy reached her, and she kicked him with all the force she could right in the gut.  He grunted, but it hardly slowed him down.  All she could see was red as she kicked him again, and began to throw her fists against his chest.

She didn’t have an ‘oh fuck’ moment until he grabbed her wrists in his large hands, and kept his hold so firm that tears welled in her eyes from the pressure.

“I’m gonna fucing kill you, little girl” He snarled, teeth bared right in her face.

Oh, fuck.

She tried to yank her body backwards, out of his grip, but he was faster, and stronger, and bigger than her.  This resulted in her being thrown, no, slammed into the nearest wall.  She cried at the crack of her skull against it, but had no time to react as Billy’s fist was all she could see, before it struck her and knocked her out instantaneously.

She fell like a limp, broken thing, and even when Mike grabbed her and shook her by her shoulders, she remained unconscious.  It didn’t matter that Billy was still looking for blood, he pulled her into his lap and held her close against his chest.  He was living a delusion thinking he could protect either of them if Billy came back for more, but he didn’t care.  He was gonna keep her safe now.

Max had plunged the syringe into her brother’s neck, and was threatening him with Steve’s bat, but Mike hardly paid them any attention.

“(y/n), wake up, come on,” His voice was barely a mumble, and he hated to admit it but his throat was growing hot and tight with his tears choking him up.  “C-come on open your eyes” He stuttered.

He pushed her hair out of her face so that it wouldn’t get sticky from the blood running out of her nose.  He wiped away the red substance with his sleeve, not bothered by it at all.

“We’re going!” Lucas called, and rushed over to Mike to help him carry her.  “Dustin Will and Max are getting Steve in the back.  I’ll help you with her”

Mike didn’t have time to question anything Lucas had just said, and hastily went along with the plan.  They looped (y/n’s) arms over both of their shoulders, and made their way out to Billy’s car. ___

Everything.

Hurt.

It was the first thing that (y/n) was aware of when she came to.  Her legs, her arms, her torso, her head-

Oh shit my head hurts.

She groaned softly, reaching a shaky hand up to prod around her eye.  She wasn’t exactly sure why, but it was definitely bruised.  The rest of her body had to have been bruised too.

She suddenly shot upward as the car went over a bump, and that’s when she realized she was even in a car.  Why was she in a car…?

Her head rolled against the seat, and she was met with someone’s shoulder against her cheek.  She winced at the pressure, probably because her cheek was bruised and bleeding.

“(y/n)?” A gentle, but distant voice called.  It sounded kind of hazy, like the person talking was miles away, and not right next to her.  “Hey, can you hear me?”

Her eyes met Mike’s round and worried brown ones, and a lazy smile tugged on the edges of her lips.  Even though his brow was furrowed, and there was a deep frown on his lips.

“What happened?” She asked, voice scratchy and quiet.

“What happened?” Mike repeated, much louder than he intended.  She flinched, and while an apologetic look swept over his face, he didn’t apologize.  “(y/n), you attacked Billy Hargrove” He told her in a grave tone.

“I did?” She asked proudly, her smile returning.

“No- don’t- jesus (y/n) what the hell are you on?” He asked.  “He almost killed you, I mean, look at you!”

“Can you please stop yelling dipshit?” Max called from the front.  “I’m trying to focus here!”

(y/n’s) eyes widened, and it dawned on her that Max was the one driving.  But just as she opened her mouth to protest being in the car right now, Mike continued on with his angry little rant.

“I mean, seriously, what the hell, (y/n/n)? Did you think you were gonna win? Did you really think that you were gonna take him down?”

Her brow crinkled and her eyes welled with tears, both from all the pain and his cruel words.

“Do you even realize that he could’ve killed you? Huh? I mean, I really thought he did for a second.  Do you even care?”

“What’s your problem right now?” The girl whimpered

“You are! You’re my problem,” He said, not thinking through the fact that she was crying right now.  “That was really stupid (y/n), really reckless”

“Oh, because you care so much about playing it safe,” She scoffed.

It was getting awkward for the others in the car, minus Steve, who was still knocked out.

“All you wanted to do tonight was to get out there- well- well here we are, Mike!” She shouted.  It hurt her head to yell, and Max was yelling again too, but she drowned it out.  “Hope you’re freakin’ happy” She mumbled, holding her hands against the side of her head.

Mike sighed, and pulled her hands away from her face, staring at her seriously.

“(y/n)...” He said softly.  “I’m sorry it’s just…” He let out one more heavy breath to prepare himself before diving in.  “Look at yourself (y/n), you’re hurt and there’s- there’s nothing I can do about it”

(y/n’s) brow furrowed as she stared back at him.

“What do you mean?” She mumbled weakly.

“I mean I- you… I have to… ugh” He groaned, clearly frustrated by his inability to form a coherent thought.

“You have to… what?” She hummed, face leaning around his shoulder tiredly.  

They were close enough that their whispers were only heard by them.  And somehow, it felt like they were the only people in the car.

“Mike?” She whispered when he hadn’t said anything yet.

His eyes flickered over her battered face.  The black eye, her split lip, her bruised and cut cheek, his heart broke looking at how much pain she must be in right now.  He couldn’t believe he let this happen.

“...protect you” He answered lamely.

“Protect me?” She repeats, soft, and loving.  “From what?”

“Apparently everything from interdimensional monsters to senior year bullies” He said, making her laugh softly.

“You don’t have to do that,” She said with a small shake of her head.  “I’m alright, I will be anyways.  You don’t have to worry so much about me-”

“See I do though- you- you make it impossible not to worry.  I’m just always- I’m a mess, okay?”

She giggled again, and rose a brow.

“I’m not following…you sound kinda crazy Mike-”

“I love you, okay?” He told her.

She choked.

“And I just need you to not get yourself hurt… okay?”

She’d never heard him speak so quietly, so nervously.

“You- you’re- um-”

“No more fighting people- and-and things- bigger than you, deal?”

His hands cupped around her face, thumb stroking over the bruise on her cheekbone in a comforting sort of way.  She swore she was melting into his touch, for a moment she forgot all about the agony her body was in.

She didn’t think twice about leaning off his shoulder so she could reach up and plant her lips against his.  It’s a gentle kiss, because her lips are sore and she was a bit nervous.  

Mike’s eyes widened, and he was sure this wasn’t real.  No, it couldn’t be real, there was no way (y/n) was kissing him.  Maybe he was the one that got knocked out? And this is all some kind of twisted nightmare-dream?

But it was real, she was kissing him.  And it was… wow it was great.

She’d almost pulled away, but he pulled her right back in, and shut his eyes to kiss her properly this time.

If he was being honest, he wanted nothing more than to just take her and pour every ounce of love he had for her into this kiss, but it would probably only hurt her more.

They were cut off by a low whistle, and (y/n) turned to see Steve, who had apparently been sat next to her this whole time, and Dustin, who was sat on his other side, both giving the pair very different looks.

Despite his face looking just as messed up as hers, Steve pulled a sly grin, and winked.

Dustin, however, looked like he might vomit.

“What.  The.  Fuck!?” His voice cracked when he screamed, making both (y/n) and Mike jump a bit in their seat.  “You guys have been- been- hooking up this whole time!?”

“What? No!” (y/n) argued back, shaking her head and trying to kill the idea in Dustin’s head before it escalated, but it seemed to be too late for that.  

“You have! You’ve been frenching!”

“Oh my god,” Mike rolled his eyes.  “Dustin, shut up”

“Can we save this argument for later, fellas?” Max hollered from the front.  “I don’t think that this is the most important thing going on-”

“W-wait a- wait a minute- wait a-!” Steve’s eyes widened as he started to panic.  “No! No way! Stop the car right now! Who let her drive-!?”

His screaming was abruptly cut off by the car swerving, causing everyone to scream now.

“Drive on the right side of the road! Jesus Christ we’re all gonna die!”

(y/n) wrapped both arms around Mike, one behind his neck and the other around his torso, keeping her secure.  In case this car were to crash, her seatbelt, and Mike, would anchor her in place.  Well, she hoped it would anyways.

He reacted quickly, embracing her tightly.

“I’ve been thinking I would get killed by a demogorgon,” She mumbled to him.  “Guess it’ll just be a plain old car crash that takes me out”  

He chuckled, but shook his head at her.

“No one’s dying, we had a deal”

She glanced up at him, a sweet smile on her lips.  And she waited for him to look back down at her to say anything.

“I love you too” She hummed, just soft enough that Dustin (luckily) couldn’t hear.

The smile that grew on Mike’s face was brighter than she’d ever seen from him before.  (y/n) was so relieved that her feelings were returned, that she felt she could go back to sleep, if she wasn’t getting nervous all over again about what was going to happen.

All they had to do now was to kill a monster and save their friends.

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xoxo ~ jordie

[writer-in-theory]

as the world caves in (it's you) — part i.

summary: after steve struggles to talk to his boyfriend about what he's feeling, he finds out something in the upside down has a plan for him. pairing: billy hargrove/steve harrington content warnings: eventual flayed!steve, car crash briefly described, canon-typical violence, mentioned past abuse (billy) word count: 3k

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The first time Steve feels it is when Hopper's new rule about him staying the night takes effect. The moment the feeling hits, however, his body is rushed with so much guilt that Steve can't even stay to fight the rule, barely managing to hug Billy before he's stumbling out to his car.

Steve called Billy when he got home, having recognized the look on the other boy's face. Though he was the toughest person Steve had ever met, he also have moments of so much pure vulnerability that made Steve want to sob. He knew this was one of those, so he didn't waste a single second to reassure him that he wasn't upset, that he was coming back, that fighting with Hopper about this wasn't worth it.

He pretended it made him feel better about the emotion that hit him in the cabin.

That particular feeling laid dormant in him for weeks. The pair got used to the new routine under Hopper's rule because the frustrated 'Kid, I don't have many rules to follow here so can you just follow this one?' was enough for Steve. He didn't want to be the reason this new good thing in Billy's life was strained. It was true they spent a lot of time together, especially after they'd both graduated and had endless time between work. This is a good thing, Steve told himself, Hopper actually gives a shit about Billy in a way his own dad never had before. It was important that this wasn't ruined because of him.

So he would come over after work, Billy teasing him about the sailor outfit only briefly before they'd sit down to help El with her studying. They'd watch movies, or go drive around if Johnathan was around to watch the kids (though Billy constantly argued that they were in middle school, and he was watching himself just fine at that age). Steve would have to remind Billy that everything was different now, after Will had been abducted into the Upside Down. After they'd all explained everything, Billy seemed to take the babysitter role seriously, often taking the kids with him to the pool or dropping them off at the mall with the promise that Steve would give them free ice cream if they had DnD night at the Wheelers' the next day so he and Steve could have the cabin to themselves.

And when the sun started to set, Steve would untangle himself from Billy and fight his way to his car, trying desperately to not be tempted by Billy's pleas to stay. But El had been begging Hopper to let Mike stay the night in the way Steve did, and even Steve could see the dangers in letting that line of thinking continue. So he left, with the promise to call Billy when he got home.

It was an okay system, he guessed.

And then, a month later the feeling returned.

Hopper came home early, telling Steve he needed to head out sooner than normal today. The Hoppers were having family dinner at the Byers house, and the pointed 'family' from Hopper reminded Steve just how much Hopper didn't want him there.

It wasn't that Steve was disliked. On the contrary, Hopper had let it be known in his own unique way that he was cherished by everyone in the cabin. He was good for Billy, he was one of the few who didn't try to talk down to El when she couldn't figure out something that the other kids learned years before, he didn't try to fight the rules like Mike fucking Wheeler did. It was just, he was around all the time. Steve knew Hopper thought his kids needed more space from their boyfriends, something about codependency or some shit.

"Steve can come to dinner, he's practically family," Billy pointed out, that glint in his eyes clueing Steve into the fact that he was willing to fight for this one. He was willing to fight for most things, when it came to Steve. That fact made Steve's chest burn in a way he wasn't willing to analyze just yet.

"Until there's a ring, it's actual family only," Hopper snapped, then turned to point an accusing finger at Steve as he began shoving his books roughly into his bag, "Don't get any ideas, Harrington."

"Wasn't planning on it," Steve choked out, eyes fixed to the tops of his perfectly white Nike sneakers as he finished packing, leaving nothing left to do but leave. He would leave and let his boyfriend enjoy the family dinners he deserved to have years ago.

He'd leave so the others wouldn't have to see the jealousy he was choking on.

"Call me tonight," he offered Billy, until images of the other boy leaving precious family time early to make that call happen flashed through his mind. It would be your fault if he missed out, he finally gets all this happiness and you're gonna try to steal it from him. "Or don't, have fun tonight. I'll see you on Monday."

Steve practically sprinted to his BMW, car door barely closed behind him before he was pulling away from the cabin. The mistake only became apparent when he got home, when he stepped back into the echo chamber he called a home. I'll see you on Monday. They always saw each other on the weekends, always. It was more of a dismissal than anything Hopper had given him, a cold sentence that chilled Steve's bones even now.

And suddenly, the empty house with nothing to offer him but too many shadows he could mistake for Demodogs was too cold, too barren, for him to stay. So Steve grabbed his keys from where he'd just tossed them into the little bowl on the side table. His hands shook as he reclimbed into his car, as he took off without any real destination in mind.

"I'm so fucked up," Steve hissed, hand smacking the wheel harshly as he drove the empty country roads. And he was, wasn't he? The feeling crawled up in his chest again, vines making their way through every inch of him until he wasn't sure where he ended and this jealousy began. Had there ever been a moment when he didn't feel this?

He and Billy had first made a truce over their shitty dads. 'Your dad sounds like an asshole,' Billy had helpfully supplied when a drunk Steve had lamented over the way his father had threatened to disown him if he couldn't get into college next year, if he didn't take the Scoops job. It hadn't always been easy between him and Billy, but they'd found a way to trust each other through nights at the Quarry, passing cigarettes and finally letting someone see a piece of their lives that both boys had kept close to their chests.

But then Joyce saw Neil hit Billy outside of Melvald's, and so began the process of Billy getting the family he'd always deserved, the family that Steve had spent many late nights wishing Billy could have had from the start.

And he was happy for Billy, of fucking course he was.

But now Billy had curfews, and rules handed down from a loving father with no real punishment if they weren't followed. He had so many siblings who loved him, and he had family dinners of all fucking things.

Steve couldn't remember the last time he actually had a dinner with his parents. They were usually gone for months at a time, only coming back if they found out Steve fucked something up bad enough. They'd come home late at night, barely unpacking their bags before his father was laying into him, throwing those words around that were scarred deep in his body. His mom would throw him that look, like she was so sad that this was how her only son had ended up. They'd stay the night and they'd be gone before Steve woke up the next morning.

It wasn't right, to feel any sort of bitterness that Billy got his happy ending. But fuck if it didn't hurt that he didn't get his own, that no one noticed that he still needed help even if there had only been one time his father laid a hand on him.

It had been when his father found out Steve didn't get into college. He'd called him worthless, a disappointment. He smacked him across the face, hard enough to leave a red handprint hours later. He'd never told a soul about it, not even Billy. It wasn't worth it to bring it up when he used to clean off the blood and bruises on Billy's body from Neil's heavy hand. Steve never spoke of it, and it never happened again.

Something flew across the road. Steve yelped, mind drawing to mind oversized dogs with flower jaws and too many rows of teeth. His hands moved on their own, twisting the wheel until he was flying off the road into a nearby tree. The impact was enough to shock all of the hurt and bitterness from his chest, leaving only physical pain, fear.

"Shit," Steve hissed when he brought a hand up to touch a stinging spot on his head, fingertips coming back stained red. He could see the large spidering cracks across his windshield, could see the tree limbs that smashed into his car's hood. He was damn lucky he survived, Steve thought.

But his car was fucked. He could tell that without even trying to start it, though his hands tried to turn the keys anyway without any luck.

He would need to call someone for help. Nancy had a newspaper thing that night, she was busy. He didn't want to intrude on family dinner, not when he'd seen the little burst of happiness in Billy's eyes that the other guy would never admit if he could help it. Steve didn't want to bother any of the kids with his problems, because it would only spread to their parents and shit he didn't need those looks turned in on him. He could already hear it. How could you be so reckless? What were you doing driving around in the middle of the night moping anyway? What problems are really so bad you couldn't deal with it, rich boy?

No, he could handle this on his own.

So Steve grabbed the bat that had a permanent residence in the trunk of his car and set off walking. It was a hot night, muggy in a way he hadn't been expecting. It wasn't long until the back of his neck was slick with sweat, hair matted down in a way he didn't even want to see but made his scalp itch.

Luckily, the old ironworks building came into view. He knew there was a payphone nearby it, after that time that Tommy and Carol convinced him to help graffiti it for fun. He could call the station maybe, get someone to come tow the car.

Just as his fingers were wrapping around said phone, however, something flashed in the corner of his vision. The thing had growled, the sound sending him straight back to the junkyard when he'd fought off that otherwordly creature because there was no one else who could protect those kids, he was the oldest, the stupidest, the most expendable.

Were the Demodogs fucking back? "Shit, shit, shit," Steve hissed, fingers mashing the buttons he'd memorized long ago. He hoped they were all still at the Byers house, hoped that someone would answer him.

"Byers' residence," Hopper huffed, and Steve could've cried with relief right then.

"Hop, it's Steve. I need t-"

"Harrington, I thought we agreed you and Billy need time apart."

"I know, I know, but listen i-"

"You can talk to each other in the morning."

"Wait, no, Hop!" Steve screamed, voice scratchy with the way the words tore from his throat. But it didn't matter, because he could already here the tones that signaled Hopper had hung up. He was well and truly alone.

So Steve did the only thing he could in the middle of the woods with that thing out there. He took a deep breath, tightened his fingers around the bat, and ran.

He ran to find the nearest cover—hands shaking as they ripped open the heavy metal doors of the ironworks building. It was dark and scary as shit in there, but it was better than standing in the middle of the small clearing just waiting for that thing to pounce. He knew how quickly those things could kill someone, knew how easily they could tear his throat out the second he was caught. No, hiding until the thing got bored was the best, the only, option here.

He could hide out all night if he wanted. Hopper would tell Billy that he called in the morning, and when Steve wasn't at the house Billy would come looking for him. And that's all there was to it. He could wait.

Except life never wanted to give Steve a break, did it? Because then something was wrapping around his ankle, and if Steve didn't know any better he'd say it felt slimy like a tentacle. It was pulling until he slammed to the ground, all breath smacking out of his chest and his nose cracking open as he hit the metal ground.

"Wait, no, no!" Steve screamed, fingers scrabbling to find purchase on something, anything, as the tentacle was pulling him further into the building, down some metal stairs into the basement. "No, fuck!"

The tentacle didn't let go, but when he was in the middle of the room it stopped pulling, allowing Steve to flip over onto his back in the hopes his lungs would refill easier.

It was a hope that was dashed the moment he saw what had grabbed him. It was a giant creature, a blob of something he didn't particularly want to think too hard about. One of those tendrils was right above him then, and before Steve could even realize what was happening it smacked over his mouth, the end sliding further down until he was sure he'd never breathe again. His only salvation was when his vision finally blurred and he lost consciousness.

Steve was somewhere dark. The red lightning clued him in to where he was, remembering it from those freaky ass drawings Will had made. He was in the Upside Down. "Hey, hey what the hell?" he called out, wincing at the shakiness in his breath. He didn't want to be here, he knew what kind of things were here and he didn't want to fight them. He wanted to go home to that god-awful empty house, he wanted to tuck himself into bed and sleep with all the lights on. He didn't want to be here.

When he turned, Steve came face-to-face with what could only be described as an army. What looked like hundreds of people, all just standing there. And at the front of them all? It was him, smirking with an evilness that Steve wasn't aware his face could possess.

"Who the hell are you?" Steve asked, unable to move away from this mirror image even though he desperately wanted to.

"I'm you," the other him spoke lowly, grinning as he took a step forward toward Steve. "At least, I'm you for now, while you help me build."

"Build? No, no fuck you," Steve snapped, "I'm getting out of here."

"And go where? Home to that empty house? Will you call the parents who don't love you? Or maybe you'll call the boyfriend you couldn't even look at tonight, because he was happy. No, I think you'll stay right here," the Not-Him spoke, stepping forward and brushing fingers over his cheek in a way that made shivers run through his body. This wasn't normal, this was so fucked in too many ways to explain. He just wanted to go home.

"You know why I know that? Because you aren't needed out there. Everyone else has a life they're building, and you don't serve a real purpose in any of it. You have purpose here though, Steve Harrington, you're useful here. So stay, rest while we take care of everything. You can do that, can't you?"

Steve wanted to say no. He wanted to scream and bang his fists until he woke up back in bed. But he didn't, he couldn't. All he could do was stand there while visions of everyone he knew enjoying their night flashed through his mind like he was a fly on the wall for all of it.

Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max all in the Wheeler's basement watching movies that Nancy must have rented out for them. Nancy, sitting in the Hawkins Post office building hunched over something. Tommy and Carol out at a party, trashed and dancing to one of Steve's favorite songs. His parents, at some fancy restaurant sipping wine in Chicago.

Then Billy, sat around a table with Hopper, El, Will, Johnathan, and Joyce. He was actually laughing, the skin around his eyes crinkled with the joy.

No one knew he was here. No one was missing him. He would have spent tonight in that cold empty house anyway, what was spending a night being cold and empty here?

"Fuck you," Steve whispered, unable to fight the tears that slipped from his eyes. He didn't fight as this Other Steve stepped through him, merged with him.

It didn't matter.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 14 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Hunt and Destroy

“Alright... A lot of new words and names...” You mutter, looking at the floor between your feet. It's late now, and Eleven has been talking for over an hour. The story is long and you had to stop her to ask a few questions. More than a few, actually. Everything sounds like a very strange story, the weirdest, something nobody could come up with. To prove it, Eleven turned the TV on with her mind, skipping through the channels before turning it off again. But you didn't need any proof. You know what you saw and it was very, very real. “Upside down, Demodog, Demodorden...”

“Demogorgon. With a G.” Dustin corrects you, smiling. How can he be smiling?

“Demogorgon, ok.” Nodding, you take a deep breath and stand up. “So... What's the plan?” You ask, pacing around the living room.

“Well, we need to gather the whole party for this,” Max says and the others nod.

“I'll talk to my mom and Hopper,” Jonathan speaks out. “We have to do this as soon as possible so... tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Can it be here?” You're not sure if you can make this demand, but right now, being anywhere else after dark is too much. The sunlight is your protection since it's deadly to the... Demo-something. It burns them. They like it cold, said Eleven.

“Sure.” Jonathan answers and you offer him a small smile in return. “Could it be by five? Before the sunset.”

“Yeah. We can sneak out of the pool again.” It shouldn't be a problem, and if Anthony is there, you could pretend to be sick.

“Tomorrow is our day off.” Billy reminds and you take a deep breath, running a hand through your hair. You completely forgot that.

“By the morning them. Maybe we'll get something figured out we can start working on through the rest of the day.” Mike suggests and the whole party agrees. “We should get going though. It's late.” Mike gets up from his spot on the floor.

“Wait.” Mike can't possibly be for real now. “You're not gonna head home now. With those things out there.” They're getting closer to the town, and it means they'll hang around all night. “It's dangerous. You should stay.”

Most of them agree easily, chattering among them. Max seems excited, but Mike exchanges a look with Nancy. “I don't think our mother would let us crash at Billy's place.” She says with an apologetic look.

“Oh.” You know why. Billy told you where he was going to when the Mind Flayer almost got him... Or better saying, who he was going to meet. Mrs. Wheeler. You did felt weird back then, and it sure makes you feel weird now, but whatever he did before, you left it where it belongs. In the past. “Just call and tell her you'll be crashing at my place.”

“Yeah, man. C'mon. Slumber party.” Dustin cheers, smiling, and once again you can't understand why they aren't terrified. Guess they're just used to it. But how can someone get used to monsters lurking around?

“Alright, then.” Mike agrees, making his way to the phone.

“They didn't get it yet,” Billy whispers in your ear.

“They didn't get it.” Repeating, you wrap your arms around his neck. “I'm really trying not to freak out right now.” The words come out of your mouth, rolling out your tongue.

“Let's go to the bedroom so you can rest and we can talk.”

“Ok...”

“Alright. It's done.” Mike comes back with his sister, gesturing at the front door. “Should we get going?”

You and Billy exchange a look. They really didn't get it. “Uhm... So that's it, guys.” You start, taking Billy's hand and pulling him with you. “You can crash either here or Max's room. First to wake up makes breakfast.”

“Wait. You made me lie to my mom?” Mike asks as you move further into the hall.

“(Y/N) is living here.” Max ends the mystery, and you can feel her massive eye roll.

“Holy shit.” You hear Dustin and Steve mumbling as you get inside the room.

Billy lets you shower first, and as you wait for him, you look through his college books. Everything seems very complicated. Your fingers run through one of the pages, taking in the many numbers, but not really reading anything. Your mind is too far away right now. The scene keeps playing back, over and over. The... Demodog, as the kids call it, its face opening up, the guttural noises it made. You wish it was just a nightmare, but everything seems very, very real.

Billy's sudden touch makes you suck in a sharp breath, shaking a little. “Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.” The feeling is quickly replaced by the usual warmth he makes you feel. Safety and comfort.

“It's ok, I'm just... How is it possible that the kids seem to be so fine with it?” Turning around, you lay your head on his chest as he pulls you close.

“They've been through a lot. They know how to deal with it and you don't have to participate if you don't want to.” Billy touches your face, fingers caressing the soft skin of your jaw. “I'll do anything to keep you safe, you know that right?”

You do. But staying out would not only make you a coward, but it would mean one less person to help them do whatever they're planning to. And, whatever this thing is, it had a part in messing with Billy's life. With Max's life, and all her friends. It's kind of personal. And, if Billy is in danger, you want to be there to make sure you'll do anything to save him. “I want to do it. I just need time to... Process everything.”

“You won't be alone. And I'm not talking only for myself, but for everyone else too.”

“Ok.”

“Now come. You need to get some sleep.” Billy pulls you to the bed, and, instead of laying beside him as usual, you decide to crawl on top of him.

“Am I crushing you?” You ask as you lay your head on his chest, smiling to feel his strong arms around you.

“Haven't you noticed the weight I can lift? You're nothing compared to it.”

Closing your eyes, you feel as he places a kiss on the top of your head. You've never been like that with Billy, literally on top of him, and it's good. Today, more than ever, you need to feel safe. Protected. And he's the only one who makes you feel this way. “I'm so happy we don't have to go to work tomorrow.”

“Me too.”

Pulling yourself up, you move upwards until your face is close to his. “Do you think the kids are talking about us?” Despite your mind being apparently stuck reminiscing the same moment, the terror in your chest, you try to change the subject. Hopefully, it'll keep you from having nightmares tonight.

“I'm sure of it.” As he speaks, a noise of glass shattering reaches us. “Max!” Billy yells at the top of his lungs, startling you. “What the hell!”

“Stop yelling.” You giggle, playfully slapping his shoulder.

“Just a glass, Billy,” Maxine answers from somewhere in the house.

“Better clean this shit up!” He shouts again.

“Shut up!” You whine, lowering yourself on him a little. “Or else I'll have to make you and it won't be nice.”

Billy raises an eyebrow, that usual smirk making its way to his lips. “Oh, and how exactly wouldn't it be nice?”

Yeah, you didn't really give much thought before making the threat. “Okay then.” Smirking, you close the distance between you until your lips are brushing on his before you sit up abruptly, a hand covering his mouth. “See? I told you it wouldn't be nice.” He opens his mouth under your hand, and you feel his teeth biting your skin. “Billy!” You complain, taking your hand away from his mouth. “I can't believe you bit me, you jerk.”

“You got what you deserved.” He suddenly pulls you down, making you lay next to him. “Now, quit playing around and sleep, princess. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

“Kiss me goodnight then. To keep the bad dreams away.” You ask him softly, melting into the slow, warm kiss he gives you.

It doesn't help with the nightmares though. Twice that night you wake up, a breath caught in your throat. You struggle not to let Billy notice, snuggling closer to him.

You're more than happy when morning finally comes. The house is so damn loud, and breakfast in a mess. You like it though, the craziness distracting you from yesterday's events. The rest of the party is here by nine, thanks to the urgency of the matter. And then, after everyone is fed up and the dishes are clean, which took half an hour since nobody wanted to do it, everyone sits in the living room to talk.

And you just can't seem to keep up with it. The boys speak fast, Hopper yells, Joyce tries to calm him down, he argues with Eleven, which is like his daughter, you got that, and then he argues with Mike. Nancy and Jonathan always check with each other before saying something, Steve always finds the flaws on the kids' plans, pointing out the many ways it could go wrong, and Dustin often gets into some kind of argument with him. There are a hundred different ways things could go wrong. A thousand ways you could die. Running a hand through your hair, you hold onto Billy's biceps, laying your head on his shoulder. You're the only one who didn't say anything since the conversation started. There's just nothing you can help them with, you'll just stick up to whatever plan they have.

What they know for sure that these Demodogs are here because some of them must have been left behind in some kind of incubation period until it started growing again.

“So that's it. Hunt and destroy.” Lucas says, nodding to himself.

“Yes. We don't know exactly how much time we have until they start going full Demogorgon, so we should start acting now.” Mike states. “Immediately.”

As if something was lit up, everyone starts moving. “My place in one hour, everyone,” Hopper says and suddenly the crowd disperses, the house once again silent.

You're still in the same place you were, on the couch, legs crossed, eyes on the floor. “Hey. You ok?”

“Yeah.” Taking a deep breath, you stand up. “So. Hopper's place. One hour.” Saying this more to yourself than to him, you get up and pace around the living room. “Should we take the baseball bat?”

“Steve has one far more fun than that. You'll like it.” You can tell Billy is keeping his voice nice and soft, trying not to push you over the edge with everything that's going on. “(Y/N), you don't have to go. You know that, right?”

“I do. But I'm going anyway.” Walking over him, you tiptoe to place a kiss on his lips. “Those kids are so brave. I don't want them to think I'm the weak link.”

“Alright, but we stick together. No exceptions.”

“I agree.” It does make you feel a lot better.

In the next hour, you and Billy shower and get ready. You make sure to wear short jeans and a light shirt so you won't feel too hot. The plan is trying to find the Demodog's nest. This part has to be made during the daylight, to make sure no attacks will happen, so you have no choice but to walk around the woods under the sun. Billy makes sure to shove a lot of water on his backpack, using literally every bottle he found in the house. And Max gathers some snacks for the day.

You reach Hopper's place at the same time Nancy, Jonathan, and Mike does, realizing it's also Joyce's place. The party is gathered in front of the house, a big map of Hawking on the ground. Beside it, a pile of some random stuff that you guess will be the... Weapons you'll use. Just in case.

Hopper is the one to assign everyone a place to start, the area they'll have to cover, and where they'll have to stop. There are lines drawn over the map, and you hope Billy has everything memorized because you don't even know where is where. Then, the groups are separated. Billy of course says he'll take you and Max. And Lucas, much to his dismay, will come along too. When people start taking stuff from the pile, you immediately get what Billy mentioned earlier. There's a baseball bat with nails on the top. Smiling, you take it.

“That's so badass.” You mutter, looking at Billy. “This will be my weapon of choice.”

“Hey. That's mine.” Steve exclaims, reaching out his hand.

“Not anymore, buddy.” You sass at him, swinging the bar and hitting the air.

“But–”

“She's good with the bat, trust me,” Maxine says and you nod. Some people have an interrogation on their faces, and Steve keeps staring at the three of you, as if waiting for further explanation.

“We have an inside joke.” Lowering the bat, you turn to look at Billy.

“Restricted to the Hargrove family,” Billy states, taking one the radios from the pile and starting the make his way to the car. “And Max.”

“But what about me?” You feel a little set aside by his affirmation, wondering what he meant. It's impossible that he's ignoring the fact that you were there that day. “I'm in the joke too.” Whining a little on purpose, you follow him.

“You still only notice half of things.” Billy winks at you as he gets inside the car, and after Max and Lucas get in the back seat, you get in as well. “I know you know what I meant.”

“Maybe I didn't.” Billy has this way with you. You were expecting the first sensations to fade, but they didn't. He still makes you nervous, the butterflies on your stomach doesn't seem to grow immune to him. And part of you is still scared of the things you think he means. You did got what he said, but it's safer to just pretend you didn't, right?

The short drive is filled with chattering. The kind of chattering you didn't want to hear since it's all about the Demothings. You stop by the woods, and Max and Lucas will be the ones responsible for the map since they have a compass.

And so the ‘hunting’ starts. You're glad it's not a real hunt though. You remember when you invited Billy for a trail with your friends, but walking through the woods feels different now. Before, you had only the normal wild animals to worry about, not some monsters that came out of the gates of hell. But you try to keep in mind that the sunlight means protection, so you'll safe. For now.

“Billy, can you make sure we'll have enough daylight to make the way back to the car?” You ask him, putting your hair up on a ponytail.

“I will, don't worry.” He moves closer, taking your hand in his. “We'll be ok. Just focus on trying to find anything unusual in the woods.”

“Sure.”

Billy doesn't let go of your hand until you stop to eat something. Lucas and Max start arguing a lot when you resume your walking, complaining about the directions. Billy is clearly pissed, not very fond of the idea of his little sister dating. It's cute the way he keeps staring at the young couple, paying attention to whatever they're saying. You wonder if Billy ever thought about having kids.

Wait. What the hell? Step back, you tell yourself. Too soon for that.

At some point, a fresh breeze starts blowing, and you couldn't be more thankful for it. Letting your hair down, you run a hand through it out of nervousness.

“I'm telling you, we have to go West now,” Lucas says.

“Yes. First West then North.” Maxine takes the map from his hands, taking a look at it. “It's obvious if you think about it. Just look. Try using your head for a moment.”

“Are you calling me dumb?”

“Yes!”

“Alright, both of you.” Billy intervenes, his voice with a tiny hint of anger. “Will you two make a goddman decision or will I have to?”

This will be interesting. Billy and you have been walking a couple of feet behind them, so as he moves ahead, you stand there, crossing your arms. The breeze brings a soft sound, that looks like the sound the pools make when it's windy. Following it, you spot water, only about ten feet away. Leaving the guys behind to their fights, you make your way there, making sure there are no big trees hiding you from their sight. When you get there, you bend down, putting one hand on the freshwater.

“(Y/N)!” It's Billy's usual yell, the one he always uses to scare the shit out of you. “Do you want to give me a heart attack?” When you turn around to look at him, he's already close by, Maxine and Lucas coming right after.

“Sorry, but I found this lake.”

“Lover's lake,” Max says, sitting down on a rock, eyes on the map.

“Lover's lake?” You repeat, crossing your arms and looking at Billy. “Why haven't you ever brought me here?” By the name, you think it would be a nice romantic date. And you remember by what you saw on the map, the lake is shaped like a heart, the reason for the name.

“Oh, you're new here. Sometimes it slips my mind.” He puts he bag down, safely away from where the small ripples reach. “People usually come here to... You know. So I thought that if I brought you and then you found out what really happens here you'd come to the wrong conclusion about my feelings for you.”

That's a very good explanation. And it makes you feel... Special. Different. “Thank you, then. For... Having this in mind.” As you speak, you take off your white shoes, all dusted by now.

“What are you doing?” He asks, an eyebrow raised when you look up at him, using his arm for balance to take off the other shoe.

“I'm using the Lover's Lake to something else than making out.” You start walking backwards, into the water.

“Whoa, look at what (Y/N)'s doing,” Lucas says, and you give them a glance. Max giggles, putting the map down.

“Try to drown Billy, would you?”

“I'll do my best.” When you stare back at Billy, he's already in the water.

You move back until your feet stop touching the bottom, so you start swimming further away. The freshwater is a blessing, washing the hot day from your skin. For a moment, you decide to leave the worries behind, just for a couple of minutes. Billy is quick to reach you, and you're suddenly aware of the kids staring. “We have an audience, keep that in mind.” You tell him when he pulls you close, strong arms encircling your waist.

“Were you ever kissed underwater?”

“No.” Your smirk matches his as you take a deep breath and push yourself down.

The kiss is a mess. You have to focus on holding your breath through the process, what makes you laugh, throwing bubbles on Billy's face. You manage to reach the bottom, your back hitting the rocks as Billy floats on top of you. But eventually, the oxygen you were saving is over, so you push him away and swim back up, laughing when you reach the surface.

“What a chaos.” You burst out when he comes back up as well. “We suck at underwater kisses.”

“I think I swallowed some water,” Billy says, coughing a little.

It only makes you laugh harder, removing the hair glued to your face. Swimming closer to him, you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey! Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove! Let's get moving!” Lucas shouts, making you roll your eyes.

You burst into laugh again when Billy flings you over his back, carrying you back to land.

And the walking restarts, with Max and Lucas constantly arguing and Billy trying to make them stop. The good thing is that it distracts you. And the bad part is that it distracts you from searching around for any signs of a Demothing nest. Your eyes scan through the woods, among the trees, looking for–.

“Holy shit!” Lucas exclaims and then he jolts away, running, followed by Max. You and Billy exchange a look before rushing after them.

Before you can ask what was that, you see it. A huge hole on the solid ground. It would fit a car in it. The thing goes down, in a slope, and then it keeps going until it makes a turn left. It's clear it doesn't belong to any kind of wild animal. It's not natural. A low, guttural low snarl reaches your ears, and you involuntary gives step back.

“Call them. Them then we found it.” Lucas says, taking a pencil and making a mark on the map.

The moment Max takes the small radio, you hear static. “Everyone listen up.” Steve says, more voices talking behind him. “We found it. A freaking hole in the ground. It has to be–”

“That's it.” Eleven's voice cuts him off. “We found it too.”

It was supposed to be just one.

“What?” Steve asks.

“Head back now. Everyone.” Hopper says and Max turns the radio off.

This is far worse than you thought.

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Monthly Fic Roundup!

Hey gang! I’m posting the fics that were recommended on our last surveymonkey poll; thanks for everyone who recommended fics. Please note I did not get to read every fic on here and depended on your responses and the AO3 tags to mark for any triggers or story notes, so please read with caution if you’re worried about any content warnings!

If you want to recommend more fics, I’ll be posting another roundup poll later in the day today! 

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Castlevania (1) 

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (1) 

DCU (2) 

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (4) 

Game of Thrones (1) 

Harry Potter (1) 

Leverage (1) 

Mission Impossible (1 -- series) 

Sanders Sides (1-- series)

Sense8 (1)

Sherlock (1-- series) 

Star Wars (1) 

Stranger Things (8) 

The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (1) 

The Untamed/CQL/MDZS (2)

Teen Wolf (2) 

White Collar (1) 

Agents of Shield: 

is it chill that you’re in my head? by lazyfish 

Pairing: Lance Hunter/Bobbi Morse/Alphonso Mackenzie

TW/TAGS: PTSD, Referenced Torture

Summary: It doesn't take long for Mack to realize he's in love with Bobbi and Hunter and has been for a while. Other realizations take slightly longer.

Bill and Ted (movie):

Our Home, Our Family, Our Love by CaptainWeasley

Pairing: Bill/Ted/Elizabeth/Joanna

TW/TAGS: slurs, implied/referenced child abuse, internalized homophobia, self harm

Summary: A series of firsts in Ted's life, as he slowly comes to terms with his sexuality and learns how to handle being in love with both his wife and his best friend. When Billie and Thea come out as trans, each in her own way, he does everything he can to help them be who they are.

Castlevania: 

Deliverance by cricketsong1985

Pairing: Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades/Alucard

TW/Tags: Blood kink, explicit sexual content,  gore, trauma, angst

Summary: Adrian is beginning to think that Wallachia will be a smoking pile of ash long before he, Trevor, and Sypha can stop Dracula’s war on humanity. They’ve been chasing the castle for months, but each time they get close, it vanishes. Traveling with such genuine and trustworthy allies has been unexpectedly pleasant; Adrian doesn’t mind that Trevor and Sypha are involved with each other, but he is taken entirely by surprise when they open their relationship to him one evening. Hopelessly in over his head, his heart keeps urging him forward, even when he’s forced to confront the darkest aspects of his nature. Adrian must learn to swallow his pride and let himself be vulnerable if he wants a chance at happiness. Unfortunately, there isn’t much time for looking within when the world is drenched in blood and magic, and the path to victory may destroy him completely.

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina: 

We will be judged by the courage of our hearts by MagicClem

Pairing: Harvey Kinkle/Sabrina Spellman/Nicholas Scratch

TW/TAGS: mention of an abusive parent 

Summary: It's been a month since the 13 almost destroyed Greendale. Now a full Witch, Sabrina tries to move on, with the help of one Nicholas Scratch.But one night, Harvey arrives at the Spellman's house and everything becomes complicated.

DCU: 

not for the faint of heart by pasdecoeur

Pairing: Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

TW/TAGS: Explicit Sexual Content 

Summary: Clark opens a door that was meant to stay closed. Things spiral. or, What Not To Do When You’ve Fallen in Love with Batman: A Guide by Hal Jordan & Clark Kent.

All Good Things Come in Threes (Legends of Tomorrow) by IncendiaGlacies

Pairing: Gideon/Rip Hunter/Miranda Coburn

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

Summary: “Two is a couple, three is a crowd,” Gideon stated. In which Gideon navigates her polyamorous relationship with Rip and Miranda. Domestic slice of life goodness.

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off:

Pairing for all of these are Pairing: Cameron/Ferris/Sloane and are written by @fbdo1986

it’s enough to be whiplash

TW: death mention (no character death), drowning

A/N: To put it plainly, I took a few tricks from John Hughes’s earlier scripts of the film, which were more surreal and up-front with discussing death and end of the world scenarios. It was inspired by a concept that I couldn’t seem to shake after I thought of it: what if the pool scene was just a bit more high stakes?

all the things I never told you 

Summary: It’s Sloane, Ferris, and Cameron’s first afternoon alone at the Bueller residence in months. The busy twenty-four year olds who’ve struggled to find time together as their lives unfold in front of them try to think of what to do for the day when Cameron decides to let them in on what he’s been keeping from them.

bye bye love 

TW: Death mention (none of the main characters)

Summary: A hopefully angsty number that details Sloane’s, Cameron’s, and Ferris’s journey through heartbreak and loss after their Sophomore year in college. The title is named after a song by The Cars by the same name!

firestarter

Prompt #5: Where it doesn’t hurt with the OT3

Game of Thrones: 

Constellatory by blueandbulae

Pairing: Theon Greyjoy/Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell/Robb Stark (polycule, NO incest) 

TW: Some canon typical violence

Summary: It’s strange and messy and maybe nobody else will ever understand them but it works. It’s theirs, and theirs alone, and nobody can take that from them.Or: Robb and Theon storm King's Landing, rescue the princesses, and save the kingdom. Then comes the hard part.

Harry Potter: 

Unconventional by silver_fish

Pairing: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger

Summary: A few years, now, have passed since Hedwig’s death, and Hermione thinks it’s time Harry got a new pet. What sort of pet, though, neither she nor Ron know. Not until Harry himself offers her the perfect solution, that is.

Leverage: 

for better or worse (we change together) by idkimoutofideas

Pairing: Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer

TW/TAGS: Canon typical violence

Summary: The moment Parker saw the stranger standing by the elevator, a dozen alarm bells went off in her head. She froze, and Hardison nearly walked into her as he entered behind her. It took her a moment to realize that while half of the alarm bells were telling her to get the fuck out of there, the other half were telling her to look closer. Or, Eliot Spencer is a recent war veteran who just moved to Portland in an attempt to lead a calmer lifestyle. He ends up with some weird neighbors, but it's Portland, everyone's a little weird.

Mission Impossible: 

Polyamorous Spies (series of 2 fics) by MagicClem

Pairing: Benji Dunn/Ethan Hunt/Ilsa Faust

TW/TAGS: Blood & injuries (2nd fic) 

Sander’s Sides: 

Love and Other Fairytales by SoDoRoses (Fairychess)

Pairing: LAMP/CALM (Logan, Roman, Virgil, Patton)

TW: violence, major character death, no NSFW in the main fic but there is a side series with NSFW, animal death, description of rot, nonconsentual control of another person, 'like death' state of being

Sense8: 

Crazy Life by MagicClem

Pairing: Kala Dandekar/Wolfgang Bogdanow/Rajan Rasal

Summary: Rajan would admit that this past few years had been crazy and life seems determined to make it crazier and crazier.Or: This is "Amor Vincit Omnia" from Rajan's perspective.

Sherlock: 

Lorem Ipsum by Saathi1013 (series) 

Pairing:  Sherlock Holmes/John Watson/Sarah Sawyer

TW: Abduction

Star Wars:

so just pull the trigger by Darnaguen

Pairing: Han Solo/Qi'ra/Lando Calrissian

TW/TAGS: Alcohol use 

Summary: “Oh, don’t pout Haan.” Lando lounges back, licking his newly berry-tinted lips with a lazy grin. “You know all you have to do is ask.”(Qi’ra’s eyes are glinting and her smile is dagger-sharp. Han knows the look: it’s one she wears whenever she has a winning hand.The dice on the table are mediocre at best. He shakes his head and drinks deep.)

Stranger Things: 

All pairings are Steve Harrington/Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler

The Hawkins Three by nonymos

TW: Some canon typical homophobia and slurs

Summary: It's two weeks after the Snow Ball, Nancy's officially with Jonathan, and Steve is trying to move forward. If only he wasn't on a path that keeps circling back to the both of them.

lovers in a dangerous time by diogxnes

TW/TAGS: Briefly: panic attacks/PTSD, parental neglect

Summary: “So,” says Robin, sitting back in her chair, “what’s the deal there, anyway? With the whole you-Nancy-Jonathan thing.”The question makes his mouth run dry. Why would she ask that? Can she tell, possibly, how much he’s been thinking about Nancy these past few days? How starstruck he was when Nancy showed up at his house? Does she know about the mysterious warmth in his stomach when he thinks about Jonathan? “What do you mean, the whole me-Nancy-Jonathan thing?” “Come on, Steve. She’s your ex and he famously beat you up two years ago and now they’re dating each other and all three of you somehow ended up a part of this weird little monster-fighting club together. There’s gotta be a story there.”“I don’t know, Robs,” says Steve, rolling his eyes, relieved beyond measure that that’s all she meant. “You pretty much just covered all of it. There’s not much more to tell.”

Have Happened by cortexikid

TW/TAGS: Homophobia

Summary: "I overheard you. You were talking in your sleep.”Steve's heart fluttered nervously.“It was a little funny at first,” Nancy admitted, her tone a mix of teasing and apologetic, “you were moaning my name and I thought it’d be kinda funny if Mike accidentally overheard you having a sex dream about his sister—”Steve couldn’t control the guffaw that escaped him. “But then you said Jonathan’s name. Right after mine. All in the same breath.”

it’s a risk, it’s a gamble by nondz (pinkjook)

TW/TAGS: NSFW

Summary: “I think we should pretend to date,” Robin says. "What?" Steve answers.

still turning out by scoutshonor

TW/TAGS: Homophobic language

Summary: Steve knows senior year's supposed to be tough, but seriously?Not only does his dad want him to take over his business, but he lands himself into a fight with his best friend leaving him friendless and booted out of his inner-circle, gets stuck watching a bunch of kids after school because of a missing credit, has to repeat eleventh grade history, and, oh yeah. He has the minor issue of having no idea what he actually wants to do with his life.But it's not all that bad: not the kids he has to watch, and certainly not Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers, two friends from his history class. Friends. Just friends. Yeah, he and you both know that's bullshit.Steve's got a lot of figuring out to do.(or: HSAU Stoncy with Steve as a senior, doing his best)

(Following Stoncy fics are by @pterawaters​) 

Now and For Always 

TW/TAGS: Explicit, Sex where one party is drunk and the other isn't

Summary: Between graduating from college, starting new careers, and planning a wedding, the summer of 1990 is a busy time for Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan. When a war starts in the middle east, Jonathan gets called away just three weeks before the wedding. He’s determined to make it back in time, no matter what it takes.

It's not like people live like this

TW/TAGS: Car Accidents, Period-Typical Homophobia, NSFW

Summary: Concerned that Steve's less-than-stellar grades might have been making them look bad, his parents hired him a tutor, Jonathan Byers, they were sure he wouldn't find as distracting as his last one. Sure, Jonathan had good grades in school, but he really wished he didn't have to take the extra work to help his mother put food on the table. After all, everyone knew Steve Harrington was a jerk. Right? It turned out, not so much. After an impromptu study-session-turned-party and a game of spin the bottle, Steve and Jonathan both found themselves dating Nancy Wheeler. And that wasn't even the strangest thing that happened to any of them that week.

Mr. Sandman (series) 

TW/TAGS: Canon-typical violence, Explicit scenes

The Man from U.N.C.L.E.: 

Simmer On Low by canardroublard

Pairing: Illya/Napoleon/Gaby

TW/TAGS: semi-implied consensual voyeurism, whump

Summary: Scenes from five kitchens.

The Untamed/CQL/MDZS: 

inclusions by keiyashi 

Pairing: Sòng Lán | Sòng Zǐchēn/Xiǎo Xīngchén/Xuē Yáng | Xuē Chéngměi

TW/TAGS: NSFW

Summary: “I guess I feel left out. And I’m asking you to show me how not to?”“Show you?” Xue Yang laughs, easing the tension the only way he knows how. “Daozhang, if you aren’t careful, I might think you’re implying something quite forward.”Xingchen blinks at him. “Xue Yang, I feel like you’re trying to embarrass me, but that is what I was implying.”

melting the glacier by keiyashi 

Pairing: Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén/Mèng Yáo | Jīn Guāngyáo/Niè Míngjué

Summary: Wanting to be with Nie Mingjue is something Lan Xichen accepted about himself long ago. He wants only happiness for his friend, no matter what form it takes. Even if that form is quite lovely and possesses an enchanting mouth.

Teen Wolf: 

Feels Better Biting Down by callunavulgari, hiza-chan (callunavulgari)

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale/Lydia Martin

TW/TAGS: Blood

That I See You by FiccinDylan

Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski/Jordan Parris

TW/TAGS: NSFW, abo, m-preg (non graphic), werewolves, triads are normal

Summary: Deputy Jordan Parrish and Chef Derek Hale are in the prime of their lives and ready to take the next step in their relationship by courting an omega. Everything seems to be progressing smoothly until the new omega (aka Stiles Stilinski, the sheriff’s son) surfaces some unresolved tension from Jordan’s past. Jordan originally had the benefit of amnesia to block out his harried background, but now with his amnesia behind him, will he be able to resolve his past before he ruins his future?

White Collar: 

Always Starts the Same, with a Boy and a Girl by lightgetsin

Pairing: Neal Caffrey/Peter Burke/Elizabeth Burke

Tags: AU 

Summary: Summer, 1998. Neal Caffrey robs the gallery where Elizabeth O'Dell is working late, and comes away with a lot more than art. Agent Burke has no idea what's about to hit him.

[haileygarciasunshine]

It only gets Stranger

Stranger things x the Losers Club cross over.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warning: Swearing, Fighting, Blood

Word Count: 2,743

Summary: The reader moves to Hawkins, IN from Derry, MA. Once a Loser, always a Loser. Her friends from Derry, somehow end up in Hawkins to help defeat the Mind Flayer.

“I can only remember parts,” Beverly said, “I thought I was dead. That’s what it felt like. I saw us, all of us, back together, but we were older like our parents ages.”

“W...W...What were we all doing there?” Bill stuttered. 

“I just remember how we felt. How scare we were. I don’t think I can ever forget that.” Beverly said in disbelief. 

Bill suddenly, stood up from his spot on the log, “S..S.. Swear it,” He said as he had a shard of glass in his hand, “S...S....Swear if IT isn’t dead, if IT ever comes back, we’ll come back too.”

Silence fell upon your group of friends, casting glances, at the nature scene before them. The rush of the nearby lake along with the chirping of the birds, were the only sounds to be heard. 

Beverly, was the first one to stand up, then Richie and Eddie, followed by Stan and Ben. You and Mike were the last two to stand in up in agreement with Bill. Bill then placed the shard of glass at the top of his left hand, dragging it across so that the top flesh would have cut across the palm.

Bill then, went around the group using the same piece of glass, and cut everyone else’s left palm starting with Richie and ending with Beverly. Each of you winced in pain as he cut across your palms. Slowly, everyone in the group reached to the person next to them so that everyone was holding hands, making the pack turn into a blood oath, causing everyone to be bonded for life, and to ensure that everyone kept their promise. A calming silence, fell upon the group. It wasn’t awkward or suffocating, but somehow relaxing, in knowing we would once again ban together as the ‘Losers Club,’ in the future. A certain hope. A certain promise, that we would once again, be together again, no matter where life took us. We were no longer friends. 

No longer friends the minute, we had all met and took down IT. From that moment forward we had become family.  

“I gotta go.” Stan started, “I hate you.” He said looking directly at Bill. 

Bill looked down, with his face full of guilt and sadness. 

Stan was the first to giggle, to prove that he wasn’t at all serious about the nature of his insult. Then giggles erupted from everyone in the circle, including yourself.Giggles progressed into full on laughter. A light hearted moment that was much needed in this situation. 

“I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Stan.”

Stan had been the first one to leave the group and most of the group followed. You were the third to last to leave. The group knew that this would be the last moments you had with them in Derry. Your youngest brother, much like Bill, had been a victim of IT. After IT, took your brother, your parents decided that you would finish the semester that you were in, and they would pack you and your oldest brother Milo, up and move to a “safe place,” as your parents had put it. 

As you were leaving, you turned around to say the last goodbye to your remaining two best friends, but you were stunned to see that Beverly and Bill were kissing. After the initial shock, of the scene before you, it wasn’t long before you thought, ‘Finally,’ before turning around and walking back to your house, filled with unforgettable memories. 

You’ve officially been in Hawkins, Nine months. There was never a day that went by, that the Loser’s club didn’t cross your mind. Everyone, was constantly, writing you and telling how much they missed you. As, far as you could tell, Derry was back to being the safe heaven that you all knew and loved. 

After, you moved to Hawkins, it was like you found another Loser’s club. It wasn’t long before you had become friends with them. They called themselves “The Party,” you could never find it in yourself to question why. It didn’t really matter to you anyway.

Milo and you were only a year apart so, there wasn’t that much of an age difference between either of you. There was a gap in your different friends. Milo, had become friends with another newbie, Billy Hargrove. Billy, had a step sister, named Max. Their situation was similar to yours regarding moving and siblings, so it was only fitting that you became friends. 

After becoming friends with the party, you had found another person like you. Someone else who had Telekinetic, powers. Back home in Derry, you hadn’t flat out told the others, but when IT was attacking, you and your friends, you were only able to sneakily, use them. You didn’t want to lose your best friends over them thinking you were some sort of freak. 

As, soon as the others found out you were like El, they didn’t make you feel weird or freakish. That was something that you were thankful for. That gave you a sense of belonging that you had always longed for. Once, you had opened up about your abilities, they were comfortable letting you know about a thing called the “Upside Down,” and a “Demogorgon,” along with tinier versions of a “Demodog,” as they said. The current enemy, at hand however, was a giant monster called the “Mind Flayer.” At times, you wanted to go up to your parents and tell them that Hawkins was not anymore dangerous than Derry, and that if you packed up right now, you could still go back to school in Derry. 

The eldest members of the groups friendships/relationships were enough to confuse you by themselves. You and Steve had developed a larger than life, bond and were very close as friends. He knew about your crush situation. You were crushing on Milo’s friend Billy. He was almost always, over at your house. At times, you thought he might like you too, offering you rides wherever you wanted, purposely calling your house when he knew Milo was at baseball practice, spending as much time as he could with you. 

Milo had been acting strange lately, taking off in the middle of the night, an edge to him that wouldn’t go away. Finally, you decided that you were fed up, and wanted to see what he was up to. Rolling over to the other side of the bed, you grabbed your phone, and called Billy. 

“Hello.” A husky voice answered. 

“Billy? It’s Y/N.”

His laughter sounded through the phone, ”I knew it was you.”

“Is Milo with you?”

“That would be a negative, Princess. Why?”

Suddenly, a bad feeling was in the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N? You okay over there?” Worry was laced in his voice.

Silence. Your head was filled with many crazed thoughts. 

“I’m coming over there. Be ready in five.” Once the words came out of his mouth, you were met with the dial tone. 

It took less than five minutes for Billy, to pull into your drive way, before you rushed out of the house, and jumped into the front seat of his Camaro. Billy, was able to somehow catch up to your brother. He was driving on the outskirts of town, something he never did with you, since he claimed to not be familiar with Hawkins yet. 

Suddenly, Milo had practically vanished from view. Causing both you and Billy to exchange, confused glances. Your heart had leaped into your throat.

“Billy.” Your voice came out panicked, “Billy stop the car.”

Your attention was too focused on something in front of you, missing the worried expression on his face he shot your way. He didn’t question why you wanted him to stop, but he did.

Opening your door, your left arm came up to rest on the top of the car, while your right arm came up to rest on the top of the door. Looking before you, was a business that had a lot of Steel around it. However, looking at the sky above it, made you forget to be bothered with what the, name of the business was. 

Clouds were swirling in a circle above it, with what mirrored a thunder storm, without the rain. Both you and Billy were too stunned to say anything, you were only able to give the other a confused look, before looking back at the scene before you. As you left, you were able to get a glimpse at the sign of the business. Brimborn Steel Works.

The next day, everyone had met at the Wheelers, house including Billy. Once, you and Billy finished telling the others, what you had seen, Will was out of his seat, running up the basement steps, two at a time.

“I got it.” You said to the group, all of them nodding in acknowledgment. 

Will was pacing on the front lawn, nervously. 

“Hey.”

He hadn’t stopped his movements nor looked at you.

“Hey.” You tried again, this time grabbing his shoulders to stop him from pacing.

“He’s here.”

The realization dawned on you, as who Will had meant as “He.” The Mind Flayer was back, and he wasn’t going to stop until he had blood. 

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You and Billy, were able to successfully, trap Milo, inside the sauna. Both of you knew that it wouldn’t be able to hold him off for long. But, neither of you expected him, to be back on his feet in a matter of minutes. The lights had begun to flicker throughout the building. Everyone was standing in a circle with their backs to each other. Billy, was trying to put on a strong front. He reached for your hand, with his. Intertwining your fingers, once he was able to grab a hold of your hand, his right arm in front of yours, shoulder touching, while you both glanced at each other with fear.

Milo begun, running into the sauna door. With each hit, the metal pole that the door was chained to, to try and keep him from escaping had become bent. One last hit, was all it took for the door to fly open, for Milo to tumble out of the sauna. Pushing your friends back, you were staring face to face with your brother. He was covered in what looked like black veins. Eleven, had gone to Scoops Ahoy with Dustin. Nancy, was at the hospital with Jonathon. Which left you and Billy with the remaining group members, Max, Lucas, Mike and Will.

Lifting up a near by, bench press, you screamed and used your arm to throw it at Milo to keep him trapped against the gym’s brick wall. He had impossible level strength, causing you to use both arms to try and keep him pinned to the wall. Growls filled the air, as your chest had begun to heave. Your nose had started to bleed using your abilities to keep Milo pinned to the wall. The sounds of your gasps, replaced the growl sounds.

Milo, used both of his hands and pushed the bench press off of him. You screamed in reaction trying to keep it against him. He was able to push it off and throw it back at you, which hit you causing you to hit the floor. Somehow he was right above you, grabbing you by the back of your hair, as you tried to crawl away from him. Your breath was coming out between gasps and heaves, trying to catch your breath. As he grabbed you by your hair, you let out a terrified scream, as he pulled you to your knees in front of you. 

With his left hand with a grip of steel on your hair, he turned giving your friends and evil stare. Suddenly, his right hand came up to grip the front of your throat causing you to immediately gasp upon contact, causing your friends to jump back frightened. 

Milo, lifted you up by your throat, squeezing tightly as he did. You were gasping, coughing, as your lungs screamed for air that they were denied.

“N...O...” You tried as you weakly tried to pry his grip off of your throat.

Another wave of gasping and coughing for air hit you.

“N...O..” You tried again. 

This time you were able to hit his arms and slightly scream, before coughing and gasping again. 

Your friends were frozen in place, too stunned to move.

As you could feel yourself feel faint, blood dripped from your nose, as your eyes went crossed. Your face becoming red from the lack of oxygen, as you tried to open your mouth to allow air to flow to your lungs that were on fire.

Billy, was able to get himself unfrozen before it was too late. He was behind Milo, hitting him with a steel beam, which caused him to drop you and fall to the floor. 

“Go to hell, you piece of shit!” 

Billy yelled at Milo, attempting another swing at him with the beam. Milo, flipped around and caught the beam in his hand mid air. You were laughing face down, as you were trying to breathe and regain your strength. Milo, got up and began towards Billy, whose back had met the brick wall. Getting up in time, you were able to lift Milo off the ground before be could hurt Billy. Making your way to your feet, with both arms in front of you, Milo was suspended into the air. His growls and your gasps were filling the air. Exhaustion had set in, but you were determined to save your friends. Both you and Milo, were face to face screaming at each other. Maneuvering, Milo mid air, your back was met with Billy’s chest, as you threw Milo through the brick wall. Collapsing, onto Billy, he slid down the wall with you in his arms. 

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Breaking down the door, the Mind Flayer that seemed to be made of flesh, was on top of Nancy. 

“Jesus.” Mike said. At the same time Max said, “What the Fuck.”

The Mind Flayer, had begun screaming at the sight of you, while trying to charge at you. As he was running at you, you raised your arm quickly and threw him to the wall nearest you, while screaming in the process. He wasn’t giving up, so you flung him into the right wall, screaming again. This time he let out a low growl, before you flung him into the ceiling, causing chunks of the ceiling to fall onto the floor. By this time, your nose was bleeding again. Finally, you flung him back onto the floor with all your might screaming as you did so. Standing up straight in the process, putting both of your arms on the door frame trying to protect your friends and stop the Mind Flayer from getting past you. This, time he growled louder, trying to charge you again. Using both of your arms this time, you flung him out of the window, screaming one last time. 

“Nancy!” Jonathon yelled in concern as he ran past you. 

You and your friends ran as fast as you could to see what happened to the Mind Flayer. As you all ran out of the ER entrance, your body collided with another, causing the arms of the other person to shoot out and grab your forearms in attempt to keep you from falling. 

Looking up, you were met with seven familiar faces. 

“We figured you might need some help.” Beverly said making her way to you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. 

“Nice move, throwing that monster from the fourth floor.” Ben said as you received another bone crushing hug, whispering in your ear, “We know about your abilities. You saved our asses way much more than we can count with Pennywise.”

The rest of the Losers, greeted you with the same level of enthusiasm. 

“Not that i’m not happy to see you, but what’re you guys doing here?” Asking with a smile on your face, your arm was wrapped around Beverly's, shoulders as her arm was wrapped around your waist. 

“We figured you might need some help.”

“Yeah.. But how did you-”

Stan spoke up, “Your boyfriend Billy called us.”

Everyone’s gaze turned to look at Billy with wide eyes. Not meeting anyone’s gaze but yours, his hands made their way into his front pockets, while shifting uncomfortably under everyone’s stare. 

“Besides, once a Loser always a Loser.” 

[idumpyourgrass]

Always Waiting- Chapter Four

Always Waiting- Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Always Waiting Masterlist

Summary: It’s the final showdown. Eleven gets in contact with Will, Steve comes to apologize and ends up saving the day, things go back to “normal”

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

A/N: Not gonna lie I kind of popped off with this chapter. We finally get some Steve action!! I’m hoping to have the next chapter out soon, either tomorrow or the day after. I’m really just so excited for the next couple chapters. I think I know what I want to happen, maybe, kind of. As always lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

Warning: Language, hand cutting, the Demogorgon? Typos probs

Word Count: 4.2k

You and Nancy sit in the waiting room of the police station while Hopper talks to Jonathan.

“Hey, thanks for uh…” Nancy swings her fist in a punching motion.

“No problem. I just couldn’t deal with him anymore” You reply.

Two police officers come walk through the waiting room and into Hopper’s office.

“Hey chief you’re gonna want to see this.” You overhear one policeman say. You watch as Hopper walks outside and goes to Jonathan’s car. You forgot that all the traps and weapons were still in the back of his car. You and Nancy exchange an “oh shit” look.

Hopper plops down the box right in front of you all. Joyce starts looking through it, “What is all this?”

“Why don’t you ask your son, it was in his car,” Hopper says.

Jonathan nervously looks at you and Nancy, as if asking for help.

“You won’t believe us if we told you.” You speak up.

“Try me,” Hop responds.

You three then try to tell them everything that happened. Barb going missing, Nancy seeing the monster and getting sucked up into a tree, you show them the picture of the monster.

“You say blood draws this thing?” Hopper asks.

“It’s just a theory.” Nancy explains.

 The door to the office opens and in comes an angry mom and her son. You recognize the kid from Dustin’s class.

“She broke my arm with her mind! She’s bald. She’s a freak!” The kid goes on and on telling a story to one of the police officers. There’s only one person he could be talking about.

“Eleven,” you say. Hopper looks at you.

“You know who he’s talking about?” He asks.

“Yeah, my brother and his friends found him out in the woods one night. She can do stuff with her mind and she’s been saying she knows Will and knows where he is.” You say,

Hopper tells everyone they need to go and rushes everyone out to his car. He drives to the Wheeler’s house only to find it swarmed with white vans.

“Shit, shit shit!” Hoppers yells.

“What is going on?! My parents are in there!” Nancy shouts back.

Hopper proceeds to tell you about Hawkins lab, how they have this gate thing that is similar to what you and Jonathan saw in the tree, how Will could be hiding in there, how Eleven escaped from there, and how anyone who knows about this could be in danger.

“Jesus Christ.” You respond as you watch helicopters fly overhead.

“We need to find the boys and Eleven before they do. Do either one of you know where they might be?” Hopper asks you and Nancy. Nancy shakes her head no.

“I don’t know where they are, but I know how we can find out.” You respond.

*       *      *

The Byers’ house was filled with Christmas lights. You couldn’t believe it. Jonathan runs into Will’s room and grabs the walkie talkie. He hands it to Nancy.

Nancy pressed the button on the walkie talkie and began talking,

“Mike, I know you’re there Mike… I need you to answer Mike.”

No response. You motion for Nancy to hand over the walkie talkie.

“Boys, Dustin, it’s Y/N. I know you probably think this is a trick but it’s not. We need you to answer.”

No response. Hopper snatches the walkie talkie out of your hands.

“Listen kid this is the chief, if you’re there, pick up. We know you’re in trouble, we know about the girl. We can protect you, we can help you, but we need you to pick up.”

More silence. You sigh. Right when you are all about to give up, you hear the crackle of the walkie talkie.

“This is Mike. I copy.”

*     *     *

You, Joyce, Jonathan, and Nancy all sit around the dining room table while you wait for the chief to return with the kids. The sound of his car rolling up catches your attention. You run out the door and go hug Dustin then smack him on the side of the head.

“Ow!”

“Stop getting yourself into trouble, that’s my job!” You say

You see Eleven standing behind Dustin.

“Oh, hi Eleven. It’s good to see you again. I like your, uh I like your dress.” You say, still unsure of how to communicate with this strange child.

*     *     *

“Eleven says Will is in the upside down, he’s hiding from something, a monster we call the Demogorgon” Mike begins to explain. “Ok so here is a tightrope and this is us, we are the acrobat. Now we can only walk on the tightrope from side to side. This is the flea, the flea can also go side to side, but it can also go underneath the rope. Which in this case is the upside down.”

“Ok so how do we get to the upside down?” You ask.

“There’s a gate. We think it’s at Hawkins Lab.” Lucas chimes in.

“I’ve seen it.” Hopper says. He goes in detail to describe what he saw in Hawkins lab. Joyce asks Eleven if she can try to reach Will. Eleven agrees. The group sets up everything she needs. You all sit around the table while a radio plays static. Blood starts to drip down Eleven’s nose. You hold your breath hoping she will find something. She opens her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I can’t find him.” She says.

Eleven goes to the bathroom while the group tries to come up with a plan. There’s shouting and arguing, you barely hear Eleven come back into the room.

“The bathtub” Eleven states.

“What?” Joyce asks.

“I can use the bathtub.” Eleven says.

Dustin calls Mr. Clarke to find out how much salt you all will need for this to work out. 1500 pounds of salt.

*       *      *

Everyone gets assigned a job. Dustin and Lucas are getting the kiddy pool set up in the school gym, Nancy and Mike are connecting to the hot water, Hopper and Jonathan are getting the salt, and you and Joyce get Eleven all ready. Once everything is all set up, Eleven gets ready to emerge into the bath.

“Do you think you can look for Barb too?” You ask Eleven. She nods yes.

After a while of sitting and waiting, the lights flicker off.

“Barb.” Eleven states. Nancy’s ears prick up. “Is she ok?” Nancy asks, concern in her voice.

“Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.” Eleven repeats over and over. You look over to Nancy with wide, tear filled eyes. She throws her hand over her mouth as she lets out a sob.

“Castle Byers….Will” Eleven pipes up again.

“Tell him, tell him I’m on my way! Tell him his mom is coming and to stay right there!’ Joyce says.

Shortly after, Eleven shakes in the water and quickly comes up, hugging onto Joyce for comfort. Hopper announces he’s going to go get Will and Joyce insists she comes with, leaving you, the boys, Eleven, Nancy, and Jonathan alone at the school. You look around for Nancy and Jonathan only to find that they have wandered out of the gym.

You stumble upon them sitting in the hallway, Jonathan has his arm wrapped around Nancy as she silently cries into his shoulder. They both looked up at you.

“Let’s go kill that son of a bitch.”

*       *      *

Before you go kill this “Demogorgon” or whatever it is, you go say bye to Dustin.

“Hey Dustin,” you call him over, “I’m about to go do some badass shit right now. I need you to stay here and to stay safe, got it?” He gives you the thumbs up.

“I love you, Dusty.” You say as you pull him in for a tight hug.

“Love you too, I can’t breathe.” You quickly let go of him and head out of the gym, giving Dustin one last wave.

*     *     *

The plan was to kill the Demogorgon or at least try to distract it while Hopper and Joyce went into the upside down to get Will. The Byers’ house was covered in traps and gasoline. You hammer nails into a bat while Jonathan and Nancy get the bear trap set up.

“Ok, remember, straight into Will’s room and don’t step on the trap,” Jonathan began, “then-“

“Wait for the yoyo to move,” Nancy cut in.

“Then we light this son of a bitch up.” You finish off.

Of course, the Demogorgon was attracted to blood and of course you couldn’t just do a small little prick, you had to slice your whole hand. Nancy started to count down.

“1….2….3!” You wince as the sharp knife cuts your hand. You all watch as blood drips on the floor. You grab the bandages and start wrapping your hand up, Jonathan and Nancy help each other get cleaned up. Someone starts banging on the door, startling everyone.

“Jonathan! Are you there man? It’s… it’s Steve!”

You turn your head to Nancy and Jonathan and mouth “what the fuck?” They both shrug. You go to answer the door.

“Henderson?” Steve asks, obviously surprised to see you there.

“Steve, you need to leave.” You start to close the door, but he puts his arm out to stop it.

“Y/N I messed up, I messed up, is Jonathan here?” He looks down at your bandaged hand.

“Hey, what happened to your hand?” He asks, concern in his voice.

“What? Oh nothing.”

“Did, did he do this to you?”

“No definitely not!” Steve barges his way in, pushing you to the side.

“Nancy?” Steve looks around, “What the hell is going on? What’s that smell? Is that gasoline?”

“Hey man you need to get out.” Jonathan says pushing him towards the door. Steve won’t budge.

“Steve please you need to leave.” You say, Nancy grabs the gun and points it at Steve.

“Steve, get out.”

“Woah woah woah wait WHAT?!” Steve starts yelling.

“Nancy put the gun down,” you say trying to get her to relax. She starts counting down from three. The lights start flickering. You and Jonathan look at each other with panicked eyes as you start trying to get Nancy’s attention.

“Nancy! The lights!” You shout. She looks around and points the gun down. You grab the bat, Jonathan grabs a crowbar, and Nancy holds onto her gun.

“Where is it?”

“Do you see it?”

“I can’t see anything!” You all start to shout.

“See what? What are you guys talking about?!” Steve yells.

Just then the ceiling caves in, the Demogorgon falls to the ground. It starts to stand up causing all of your heads to look up at it. Its mouth opens up as it roars.

“Shit, run!” You scream. Nancy and Jonathan take the lead down the hallway, you grab onto Steve’s hand and pull him with you.

“Jump!” You yell at Steve as you approach the bear trap. Once all of you are safely in Will’s room Jonathan slams the door.

You all wait for the yoyo to move.

“This is crazy, this is CRAZY, THIS IS CRAZY!” Steve starts yelling again.

“Steve! Calm down!” You say, knowing full well he won’t calm down as you, yourself isn’t even calm. The yoyo still hasn’t moved, you don’t hear anything. Jonathan slowly opens the door. You four make you way out of the room, Steve gripping onto your arm.

“Where’d it go?” You whisper.

“Will someone tell me what the hell is going on!” Steve asks.

Nancy turns around, “It’s going to come back, you need to leave!” She tells him. He looks at you and you raise your eyebrows at him. He rushes out the door. As soon as he leaves the lights start to flicker, then all the lights go out.

“Can you guys see it?”

“I can’t see anything!”

You can hear it, but you can’t see it.

“Y/N! Behind you!” You hear Jonathan yell. You turn around and come face to face with it.

“Oh shit,” you say right before it tackles you to the ground. Its arm knocks the bat out of you hand and out of your reach. You start panicking. It opens its mouth and screams in your face, you can feel the hot breath on your face. You squeeze your eyes shut waiting for it to chomp down on you, but it never does. You open your eyes in time to see Steve hitting it with the bat, making it get off of you.

“Steve! Go towards the trap!” Nancy yells.

You try to catch your breath as you stand up.

“Y/N are you ok?” Nancy asks. You nod.

“It’s in the trap! It’s in the trap!” Steve yells to Jonathan. Jonathan flicks the lighter and throws it down, lighting the hallway on fire. You can hear the screeches of the Demogorgon and then you hear silence. Jonathan grabs the fire extinguisher and puts out the fire. Once the smoke is cleared you see the bear trap is empty except for some slimy, bubbly, goo that swarms the bear trap. You let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Steve reaches out for your hand.

“Hey are you ok?” He asks.

“Um, yeah, I think so.” You say, unaware of why he was being so nice to you. You look down at your hand that Steve is still holding, he follows your gaze and quickly lets go.

“Good, good to hear,” He says. You notice the lightbulbs lighting one by one, down the hallway and to the front door.

“Where is it going?” Nancy asks.

“I don’t think that’s the Demogorgon,” Jonathan says, “Mom?” He says quietly.

You all stand around quite awkwardly, unsure of what to do next.

“Dustin! I have to go check on Dustin!” You say.

“I’ll give you a ride, Henderson.” Steve says. You look at him in disbelief. “Unless you want to walk?” He asks.

“Um no yeah I’ll take a ride.” You respond.

“Hey Y/N, will you make sure Mike is ok?” Nancy asks. You nod yes, as you hug Nancy and Jonathan goodbye, telling them to be safe.

As you follow Steve out the door and into his car, your stomach fills with butterflies. The first couple minutes of the car ride is filled with awkward silence.

“You gonna tell me where I’m going or am I just supposed to guess?” He asks, jokingly.

“Oh! Right, just head to the middle school please.” More silence.

Steve ends the silence once again. “Listen, Y/N, I’m really sorry about everything. About being an asshole, I really am sorry.”

“It’s ok…-“

“No, no it’s not ok. I lost my best friend because what, I wanted to be popular?”

You weren’t sure how to respond. After you didn’t respond, Steve turned on the radio, Your song by Elton John came on.

“Oh my god! Do you remember this song?” Steve excitedly asks.

Memories flooded back in your mind of you and Steve dancing around his pool during the hot summers while listening to this song, it was your guy’s go to song. It really was “your song.”

You giggle as you and Steve start to sing along. Soon the quietly singing turns into loud singing and laughing.

“I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND!”

“I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND! THAT I PUT DOWN IN WORDS!”

“How wonderful life is”

“Now you’re in the world!” When the song ends you, both erupt into laughter. The car pulls up to the middle school, there are ambulances and police cars.

“Oh my god...” You say are you rapidly unbuckle your seatbelt and open the car door. You run to a policeman, Steve following quickly behind you.

“I’m sorry miss, I can’t let anyone in.” He says not letting you past the barricade.

“Her brother’s in there, man, come on.” Steve says. The policeman sighs and lets you both in.

“Dustin?” You shout, “Dustin!”

“Y/N!” Dustin comes running out from behind an ambulance, tackling you into a hug.

“Why are you with Steve Harrington?” Dustin whispers.

“Honestly, I don’t even know.” You respond.

*    *     *

At the hospital, everyone waits in the waiting room for Will to wake up. The three boys are all sleeping on each other, Nancy and Jonathan sit together, and you and Steve are sitting next to each other.

“Hey, Henderson?” Steve says.

“Yeah?” You look up at him.

“I was wondering if, maybe after all this is over, you would want to go out to eat or something? You know to catch up and make up for lost time?”

“Sure, Harrington, I would like that.” You say, grinning like a doofus.

Jonathan comes in the waiting room and wakes up the three boys, “Hey guys, Will’s awake.”

They all jump out of their chairs and run to Will’s room. You pat Steve on the knee and get up to go see Will. You lean against the doorway as the boys talked to Will. Will looks up and sees you.

“Y/N!” You make your way over to hug him.

“It’s good to have you back Will.”

*    *    *

~November 14th, 1983~

You’re pacing around your room. Tonight is the night you and Steve are going to go out. You don’t know why you were so nervous, maybe because you thought it would be awkward, or because you didn’t know if it was actually a date or not, but you knew deep down you were just scared that all those buried feelings you had for him would all come back out.

Dustin walked by your room and noticed you pacing.

“You’re creating a draft.” He says. You roll your eyes at him. The doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it!” You hear your mom shout.

“No! No! I’ll get it!” You say pushing Dustin out of the way.

“Who’s here?” Dustin asks.

“No one, it’s no one!” You say rushing to get to the door. By the time you get there, Steve is already standing in your living room.

“Y/N! You didn’t tell me Steve was coming over! Steve you look so handsome! It’s been so long!” your mom says as she pulls him into a hug.

Steve looks at you and smiles. “I’m sorry.” You mouth to him. He waves it off.

Before your mom has a chance to say anything else you grab Steve’s hand and head towards the door.

“Ok, we gotta go, bye!” You slam the door shut.

“You’re mom’s the best, I think we should stay and talk to her!” Steve jokes as he makes his way to his car.

“Ha, ha, so funny.”

He opens the car door for you, and you get it. He walks around to the other side and gets in.

“Alright Harrington, where are we headed?” You ask, still unsure of where you are going.

“Remember that one spot we found when we were little, and it was like by a small pond and there was that gazebo?”

“Of course I remember.”

“Well I thought, we could stop and get some snacks and things, then go and have a little picnic there. I have blankets in the trunk and some pillows. It’ll be just like old times.”

You hum in agreement.

You’re first stop is at the store. Joyce is working.

“You can go ahead and pick out the snacks, I’m going to talk to Joyce.” You say to Steve. Steve nods then goes off to get the snacks.

“Hi Joyce!” You say.

“Y/N! It’s good to see you!” she pulls you into a hug.

“How is Will?” You ask.

“Oh he’s doing so great, it’s so great to have him back home.”

“I’m sure! And how are you and Jonathan?”

“Just great!” Steve comes up and puts all the snacks on the counter. Joyce rings you guys up. You start getting your wallet out.

“Oh no, I got it.” Steve says.

“No, no, no, I can pay.” You say.

“No, Y/N I’m paying.” Steve insists.

You say goodbye to Joyce, she looks to Steve then winks to you. You laugh and wave goodbye.

*    *    *

You and Steve set up the pillows and blankets and lay out all the food.

“You got gummy worms!” You say.

“I remembered they were your favorites.” Steve says. You grin at him.

You and Steve spend the night talking and laughing and catching up.

“Oh, I have a really good one, what is blue and doesn’t weight a lot?” You ask

Steve thinks for a little bit. “I don’t know, what?”

You start laughing before you even get the punchline out. “Light blue!” You manage to get out in between chuckles.

“Oh my god! That was terrible!” Steve says, while laughing. You look over at him.

“I really missed you, Steve.” He turns and looks at you.

“Oh, believe me, I’ve missed you like crazy. I’m glad we’re doing this.”

“Yeah. Me too.” You smile up at him.

*    *    *

Steve dropped you back off at your house later that night. When he pulled up to your driveway, he got out of the car and started to walk up to your front door.

“What are you doing?” You ask him.

“Well, I should say bye to your mom.”

“Oh no, no,-“ He cuts you off by letting himself into your house.

“Oh you guys are back!” Your mom was sitting on the couch with your cat, Mews. “How was your date?” She asked.

Your cheeks turned red. “It wasn’t a date mom.” You say.

“It wasn’t?” Steve asks.

“Oh was it?” You ask

“I thought it was.”

“So it was a date! What did you guys do?” Your mom chimes in. You fill her in on all the details.

“Well I should go, it was nice to see you again Mrs. Henderson.” Steve says as your mom pulls him in for another hug.

“You too dear, tell your mom I said hello!”

You walk Steve back to the door.

“Tonight was really fun, we should do it again sometime.” You say

“Yeah, yes! I would love that.” Steve says. You both stand there awkwardly, unaware if you should hug or just high five. Steve pulls you in for a hug and rests his chin on top of your head. It might have been the longest hug you’ve ever had. You both pull away.

“Well, I’ll see you around Henderson.” Steve says as he makes his way to his car.

“See you round Harrington.”

*    *   *

~December 24th. 1983~

Ever since that night, you and Steve hung out a couple more times, having movie nights or going out to eat. You were back to smiling at each other in the hallways. It’s definitely safe to say you were catching feelings for him, although you tried not to, you just couldn’t help it. You would say hi to Nancy and Jonathan in the hallways, and occasionally sit by them at lunch. It was winter break now and things were almost completely back to normal.

You and your mom were in the living room doing some last minute wrapping when the doorbell rang. You went to go answer it, only to see Jonathan.

“Oh, Jonathan, hi.” You say

“Hi, I was just on my way to pick up Will from the Christmas party and was wondering if you wanted to come too?” He asks.

“Oh, yeah! I have to get Dustin anyways.” You grab your coat and say bye to your mom.

You and Jonathan get in his car and make your way to the Wheeler’s house.

“So…you and Nancy?” You ask Jonathan.

“Me and Nancy?” He asks back.

“Aren’t you guys dating?” You ask.

“Oh, um, no she actually, she got back with Steve.” He says. Your heart sank.

“She got back with Steve? When?”

“Oh not too long ago, right before we left for winter break. I guess he’s a “changed man” or whatever.”  You couldn’t believe it, you could feel your heart breaking little by little.

You arrived at the Wheeler’s. You and Jonathan were greeted by Mrs. Wheeler and made your way to the basement.

“Gross, have you guys been farting down here all day or what?” You joke.

“It was Dustin!” Lucas says pointing at Dustin causing everyone to laugh.

“Alright Dustin and Will you guys ready to head out?” Jonathan asks.

They say yes and say goodbye to Lucas and Mike.

Nancy comes down the stairs just as you guys were about to leave.

“Jonathan wait! I have a present for you.” She hands him a present.

While Jonathan talks to Nancy, you and Dustin go say goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler.

“Merry Christmas Mrs. Wheeler!” You and Dustin say.

“You too! Tell your mother Merry Christmas!” she says.

Mr. Wheeler is in the living room sitting in his recliner. You walk into the living room and you immediately regret it. Steve is sitting on the couch waiting for Nancy. You pretend not to see him as you say Merry Christmas to Mr. Wheeler. You turn to walk out of the room but catch Steve’s eye.

“Harrington.” You say coldly. Before he gets a chance to say anything, you walk out of the room.

*    *    *

Well, things were officially back to normal, or as normal as they could be, unfortunately they wouldn’t stay normal for long.

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[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Rock You Like a Hurricane (The Eighties Blasts Collection, Part 12.)

Description: Jim Hopper died as a hero. But with that, one certain problem rises up - who will now lead the cops of Hawkins? Hopper thought of that - he decided to write a letter, naming his niece, nineteen-year-old student of Indianapolis police academy, Y/N Hopper as a sheriff deputy in a letter. But anybody in the town doesn’t have a clue that being a cop in Hawkins is way more dangerous than it might seem.

Part Summary: The whole party has finally assembled and there's only one more thing that needs to be done - Hopper needs to test if the monster is really connected to her like the first Demogorgon was to Eleven.

A/N: Song is a shoutout to Billy Hargrove - he might be not the best guy, but he did some pretty nice things in the end.

Word Count: 3 K

Tagging: @charmed-asylum​ @nemodoren​

Master list: The Eighties Blast Collection

It took two other days until everyone was able to meet up - it was a pretty Saturday night and everyone decided to meet up at the old car graveyard. Kids were calling it Junkyard, but the old car graveyard was a better name in your opinion. 

You and Steve were there two hours before the sunset, waiting on everybody else to show up. You sat on the top of an old school bus and watched the sun slowly disappearing behind the trees. It was truly beautiful, but it still was a bit cold. It was almost December after all - you just hugged yourself tighter and pushed the big, winter, lumberjack coat which you found in Hoppers cabin tighter on your body.

“How are you feeling?” - Steve asked suddenly. There were many things you could talk about and yet, you decided to keep your mouth shut. For example, you could ask him about him and Nance. You could talk about the last years you haven't seen each other. You could start asking questions, and a lot of them, but you were mostly just joking around.

Mostly, you were thinking about the vision the Shapeshifter showed you. If you had to be honest, you were everything but brave even if you tried to act like a tough cookie. Seriously, you were terrified out of your mind. What if the visions showed to be false? What if the Shapeshifter tried to play mind games with you? But what if they were real? There were at least dozen of Demogorgons somewhere in the world, kept at one place and there were probably even more which you couldn't see with your own eyes, and that was... Surreal. You have seen and heard what one Demogorgon can do. What could dozens of them do?

And there, of course, there was Jim. Was he alive or dead? Was he somewhere out there and was he waiting for your help? Or was he a lie as well? You needed to speak to somebody so bad, but the only person you would tell all of this was dead, currently MIA.

“Yeah, thanks for asking. Do I look bad or something?” - You joked, not sure if you're funny. Steve had an answer on his tongue, but he just swallowed it down. You thought that he doesn't see how many times you wake up in the night, panting and mumbling something, being completely disoriented for a few seconds until you realized where you were. You were quiet enough not to wake anyone, but Steve wasn't able to fall asleep most of both nights - you were in his room and there was a Shapeshifter roaming around in the woods.

“I just think it can be all a bit too much to handle singlehandedly, that's all.” - Steve mumbled to you before turning back to the sunset. 

“But I'm not alone in this one, Steve. There's five kids, two childhood friends, and Robin who are helping me handle this. Otherwise, I would simply go insane.” - You answered honestly, thinking that your whole talk is over. It wasn't.

“I don't have this situation on my mind. I mean the situation in your head.” - Steve slowly dropped the knees down from the top to swing them around as a small boy. - “Listen, Hoper, I know how does it feel like to be alone. For a time, I had no-one. My girlfriend left me, I realized that my best friends are just jerks and the only person I relied on, my dad, told me that I am his biggest disappointment since I didn't make it to college. If you need to talk to someone, a heart to heart talk, just remember that I'm here.” - Steve gave you a small smile, and you just looked at him without having anything to say. - “I just don't think it's fair that you were left alone, without Hopper. And I don't think it's fair that the Shapeshifter gave as much hope as it did.”

Alone. To feel alone. Such a strange feeling. To feel like no-one understands you, that you don't belong anywhere and to anyone. When you felt alone, it felt like you were floating, like an airship without an anchor. 

“I really hope that he's somewhere out there.” - You told Steve quietly, playing with the hem of the lumberjack coat with your thumb. - “I just really miss him. He really was like a dad to me, you know?” 

“I know, Hopper, I know. I remember the time you were living at his place in New York and came back for the holidays. We were together most of the time and we always went for a swim to Nancy's. We were six or something.” - Steve said with a smile, watching his old Converse shoes swinging in the air. 

That was a dark time in your life - or so you were told. Hopper made it the best year and a half of your life. You hadn't got a single bad memory on the time you've been living at his house in New York while he took you back here to have holidays in Hawkins. Sara took you as a sister, Hopper definitely took you as his little present, as he always called you. After that, it all crumbled down - your life, Hopper's life, Sara's life. But you didn't want to focus on that story. - “You never looked happier than here, when Hopper was taking care of you. We will do our best to find him, for you and Eleven. It's the least he deserves from us as payback for everything he's done to keep our asses safe.” - Steve promised and rose his pinkie for you to hold it. He could see the tears in your eyes and even though, you still rose yours to hug his. You tried to act so toughly, but Steve knew that it's just a mask you're wearing.

There was a whole story to be told, yours and Hopper's, but at the time, you didn't want to focus on any of it. Also, you heard the first bikes arriving at the old car graveyard, so it was finally the time to stop being so serious. It was Dustin with Lucas and Max, each of them holding a bucket of leftovers from the butcher's. Sometime after that, Mike with Nancy and Robin came out of the woods - Robin surely took them in her car. 

You started to prepare the playground - you made sure that the bus will be a totally safe space for the kids, you also made sure that the flashlights are lighting every small corner of the old car graveyard. Steve with Dustin prepared way made out of meat from the butcher's, telling everyone that they've done it already. The rest was securing the small meadow inside the junkyard - Max made herself one watchtower away from everyone where she was sitting with radio and with a sling by her side. 

Lucas made himself a bird's nest on the of the old school bust you and Steve were sitting at previously. Nancy had a revolver by her side just as you did, Steve came back with a baseball bat that had nails hammered in. Max and Lucas had slingshots and Robin found herself an old, rusty pipe. Dustin and Mike were the second radio tower on the bus, sitting alongside Lucas. Nancy was supposed to have a watch on the stairs of the bus meanwhile Robin and Steve were with you outside, protecting your right side and your back.

“Whatever happens, we're in this together.” - Mike told everyone just a quarter to ten o'clock remaining. You were standing next to a huge pile of meat that was supposed to be the main catch for the Shapeshifter. - “We won't leave anyone behind. If anyone dies, we're dying with them.” - Wheeler said as if that was for sure, which, of course, terrified you. 

“Nobodys going to die, dingus. We secured the junkyard, we are equipped, Lucas and Max have the best firecrackers around.” - Steve chuckled and each one of you put your palm into the middle of a circle, you bent forwards and yelled Hey ho, let's go! just like in The Ramones song.

You trusted each one of them and took a knife out of your pocket, opening it up. Your hands were trembling as you tried to catch your breath. Everyone was getting on their positions and those who already got there, watched your silhouette standing in all the lights coming from the flashlights. Nancy could exactly name the feeling you had - an endless fear from whatever was about to happen. You lingered the tip over your hand and when you wanted to cut the skin, you couldn't bring yourself to. That was when Steve appeared next to you.

"Need a little help with this?" - He asked, visibly as nervous as you were. You looked him in the eyes and handed him the knife. Steve exhaled, a cloud of mist coming out of his mouth. What if you were wrong? What if the Shapeshifter isn't connected to you in any way? What if it doesn't come and you just cut your palm for nothing?

Before you could tell any of your thoughts to Steve, you felt the knife opening up the skin on your palm as Steve gently pushed it in. His palm was supporting yours so it didn't move a bit even if it was visibly trembling. You looked at the blood rushing out of your body, instantly making your whole forearm and palm sticky, red and weirdly hot and cold at the same time.

"Thanks." - You mumbled and positioned the palm so the blood was dripping down on the meat beside you. Now, you only needed to wait and test out the theory. If it comes, it can sense you by the smell of your blood. You were pretty afraid of that. Steve just nodded and went back to position himself to protect your back.

You stood there until the blood stopped dripping, which took at least fifteen minutes. Steve was really precise with the cut, to say the least. It almost looked like that even the Shapeshifter will let you all alone with a cut on your hand, but then the lights started flickering. Mist covered the most of the small meadow you created and everyone was set in action - you saw Nancy stand up and Mike with Dustin were calling Max like crazy just to get some information. Robin and Steve got nervous and you looked around, searching for it.

You didn't know what form will it have or if more will come to get you - that was maybe why it's appearance shocked you so much. You were looking at Barb Holland coming directly from the place where Max was sitting. She had her ginger hair perfectly fixed, her glasses were neatly clean; Nancy could even say she had the exact same outfit she had the day she had disappeared. Anyone could tell a single word. You weren't able to. She was smiling and walking to you, her honest eyes were aimed at you. She looked just like you remembered her, not a single hair on her hair changed.

"Shoot it! Come on! I don't know who it is, but the monster is just fucking with you!" - Max yelled at you, ruining the moment completely. Until that second it looked like Barb, Shapeshifter of whatever the fuck it was, was coming in peace.

That was the moment when Shapeshifter came out of Barb, becoming a weird mix of her facial features and the Shapeshifter's body, now crawling on all-four, jumping directly at you as it mouths opened up. Not a second after that, Steve swung his bat to hit the target precisely, but even the small contact of you and the Shapeshifter was enough for you to roll your eyes backward. It was happening again - the time was slowed down and you were looking at Steve, who was yelling something at someone while you were falling on your hip. Whatever it was showing you previously, it had more story to tell.

The Mind Flayer has taken control over you once again and this time, you could actually see how it dragged you all over the planet since you didn't keep your eyes closed. You weren't even joking, you were just traveling through various places - you've seen the Eiffel tower in Paris, the Colosseum in Rome, the Prague castle in Czechoslovakia. And it dragged you further and further away from there - to a land covered in snow, where you were freezing to death. You stood knee-deep in the snow again, looking into woods. There were high trees around you and completely white snow.

“Can you hear me?” - You asked the misty ball, this time its tentacle was hugging your shoulders - it didn't respond back. Not a move, not a sound, not a signal. Your voice sounded somehow muted down as if you were trying to speak underwater. What were supposed to see? It was just a random forest. Until you were turned around harshly to face a huge rail track leading as far as you could see. A rail track? For what? 

You bit your lip, coming closer to the track, the ball on your shoulders still remaining on your shoulders. This couldn't be a normal rail track - it seemed to be new, barely used. It was placed in the heart of the wilderness, so the ones building it were trying to keep it away from people. Could it have something in common with the Demogorgons? 

“What on earth are you trying to show me?” - You asked before the misty ball dragged you off to somewhere again. It didn't step away from the snowy rail track, dragging along the construction. The length of it was... Insane. It was hundreds and hundreds of miles long. You stopped nearby a group of workers. There were men in long, warm coats, but it still seemed that they are not working on the rail track because they would love it so much. When you counted it down, you counted two guards looking after one person - ones were standing in watchtowers, presumably snipers, guards with dogs and ones holding AK-47.

Wait a minute. AK-47? Of course, you knew the machine guns, they told you about this type of machine guns at school. You wouldn't find a soldier with this gun in America - because this family of guns started and was distributed by soviets in...

Russia. You were in Russia. These people were Russians. You still couldn't understand a shit they said, but you noticed the small red stars on their apparel, the furry coats, atypical types of work equipment. If these were Russians and the Mind Flayer took you there, that meant that the pack of Demogorgons was in Russia.

You got even close since you were sure that these jackasses can't see you and looked at the men building the rail track. They were dirty, surely freezing. Each one of them looked almost extremely underweighted and tired - these men weren't workers, no. These ones were imprisoned, slaves to say the least.

“What is all of this?” - You asked the ball and suddenly, one of the men turned at you with disbelief in their face. This time, you got enough time to look at him - but you had trouble with saying that's Hopper for sure. These blue eyes were the only thing that made you sure - his skin was basically transparent, he was dirty with huge bags under his eyes, he didn't have any hair or beard. But in the short second you watched each other, the Mind Flayer showed you that it is truly Hopper. 

You suddenly had way more questions than answers - why was Hopper in Russia and how did he survive the explosion? What were the Russians doing with Demogorgons? What was the rail track for? And on whose side Shapeshifter was? You took a breath to say something to Hopper, at least a word, but you suddenly fell onto the ground, seeing and hearing Harrington yell something. 

Blood was dripping from your nose again, but this time, you knew you won't pass out. You heard shrieking, growling and shouting, some gunshots, yelling and hits with the baseball bat and rusty pipe, but you just watched the Shapeshifter running off. 

“Hopper, Jesus Christ!” - Dustin's face appeared just inches from yours, so you naturally jumped a bit. That boy was destined to be your death one day. - “What did you see? The end of the world? Explosions? People yelling?” 

“Dude, calm down.” - Steve dragged him away and you felt Nancy and Robin helping you with standing up. They held you on your feet until your head stopped spinning and the blood stopped dripping. - “You okay? You seem to be... I don't know, confused?” - Which was weird since the Demogorgon almost bit your whole head off.

“It isn't trying to kill me.” - You whispered quietly and looked at Mike. You didn't know why or how, but your gaze just gravitated towards him - so you just stared him down while you were lost in your own thoughts. 

“As far as I am concerned, this looked like attempted murder, Hopper.” - Lucas spoke from somewhere behind your back, but your head just shook on its own. 

“Why would it show me that the Demogorgons are in Russia, then? And that hopper is there too?” - You asked back and everyone suddenly shut up. 

[thelovecore]

Remember the scene between mileven in 3x6 where after her and Billy have that moment when she’s in the void and she screams and collapses into mikes arms? I loved that scene so maybe you could write something like that but with the reader and Steve. Maybe the reader could be like Eleven and she went into the void to find Billy and she witnessed something like Steve getting hurt by the mind flayer or something and when she comes out she’s scared that it was real but he is there to comfort her

Okay, first of all, I LOVE this idea. this was a blast for me to write. thank you for the idea! Second, I hope you like it. It’s a tad bit long, but I wanted to build some back story before I jumped into it.Thank you again for this!!

-Always- Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington x reader

Masterlist

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I had no idea there were others like me. Others that had gotten away from that insane lab. I had been cast aside at a young age from their tortuous program, my powers deemed too weak for their needs. I tried to grow up normally, getting adopted by a sweet older couple in Hawkins, going to school, trying to have friends, but it just got harder as I got older.

So when I found out that there was someone else like me, that could move things, and see things in their mind, that had some sort of connection with that messy lab program and with the other world, I got intrigued. When we finally made a connection, it was through Johnathan Byers, who was one of my few friends in school. I had gone to his house to fight the monsters. I wanted to help, but I had hidden my powers away from the real world for so long, practicing them at home, alone, I was afraid they would look at me weird. I was afraid they wouldn’t see me as the normal person I craved to be. I spent so much of my life trying to study and be scholastic so I would look normal. I made myself love art, and books, and the outdoors. I was kept in the lab for five years, and I never felt grass under my feet. I didn’t want to lose that feeling again by exposing myself.

So when I was at Johnathan’s house with Nancy Wheeler and a completely oblivious Steve Harrington, I was going to downplay my abilities and try to help in a normal way. Steve and Nancy knew of me, but didn’t know much about me. They were part of that popular crowd in school. Something I had always wanted, but could never achieve.

I held up a crowbar as we waited for the monster to appear. Johnathan and Nancy were ready, and Steve was practically vibrating with confusion and fear. When the monster appeared, we tried to fight as best we could. At one point, it had gotten dangerously close to Steve, and I had to step in. I took a deep breath, held my hand out, and made a motion like I was throwing the creature across the room and it went flying. I felt blood trickle out of my nose as I held the monster in place while Johnathan threw the lighter at it.

After the monster was gone, Johnathan, Nancy, and Steve all just stared at me. I wiped the blood from my face and stared at my feet.

“I guess I have some explaining to do, huh?” I mumbled. Johnathan put his hand on my arm and gently smiled at me.

“I have someone for you to meet.” He said.

So fast forward a few years, and I had become very close with the people I had met during our fight against what they called the “Upside Down”. Johnathan and Nancy were dating now, and I had gotten a lot closer with Steve, who worked at the newly built Starcourt mall scooping ice cream with a really nice girl named Robin. El and I had basically become sisters, and I had gained the trust of Chief Hopper enough that I could take El places, and long as we were discreet, since I understood the importance of hiding what we could really do. So one day, I decided to take her to the mall to visit Steve and just feel normal. We picked up Max and headed towards the mall.

“Do you like Steve?” El asked blatantly. I felt my cheeks get red and I kept my eyes on the road and my jaw dropped. Max giggled from the backseat.

“I uh…I mean, we’re friends. He’s been very nice to me since finding out about us. He seems like a good guy.” I stumbled through the words.

“But do you like him?”  Max chimed in, leaning on the back of my seat.

“Uh…Oh, I don’t know…maybe.” I said. “He is pretty cute.”

The girls laughed as we found a parking spot. We walked in to the mall and they wanted to get ice cream right away. I walked with them, afraid of what they’d say to Steve once we got there.

And boy, I should have been afraid.

“Ahoy there! Oh, hey girls, what’s up?” Steve said, looking from El to Max and finally to me. The girls looked at each other, and then also looked at me, and I shot them a glance.

“Just brought the kiddos for some ice cream.” I said, putting my hand on Max’s shoulder and squeezing it subtly.

“Can I have vanilla with whipped cream and sprinkles?” El asked, her eyes wide looking at Steve. He started scooping and Max looked over her shoulder at me.

“Just tell him.” She whispered. I shook my head.

“No way.” I mumbled.

“If you don’t I will.” She said. I went red in the face, willing to call her bluff.

“What do you want, Max?” Steve asked, handing El her cone.

“I want you to go on a date with Y/n.” She said. My face froze, as did Steve’s. We awkwardly locked eyes and then looked at the floor. Max spun around to face me.

“Told you I’d do it.” She turned back to Steve. “But also can I have a scoop of strawberry and a scoop of banana with fudge?”

Steve bashfully scooped the ice cream.

“C’mon El, let’s sit at a table.” Max said, eyeing me up and steering El away from the counter.

“What..uh…what can I get you?” Steve asked, trying to force a smile at me. I awkwardly shuffled and shoved my hands in my pockets.

“I’m sorry about Max. We were just talking about something on the way over here and she took it the wrong way.” I said. Steve’s eyes dropped and then flashed back up at me.

“Let me get you my favorite.” Steve said, ignoring my awkwardness. I smiled as he scooped ice cream, turned his back and fiddled with putting a napkin around the cone. I handed him money and sat with the girls.

“So?” Max asked, looking at me with big sparkling eyes. “When’s the date?”

“We didn’t talk about that.” I said, taking the napkin off my cone and sitting it on the table.

“Why not?” Max said.

“We can only do so much for you.” El said.

“Also, if you’re not going on a date, what’s that?” Max said, pointing to the napkin I took off my cone. There was some writing on it in pen.

Tomorrow. 6:00. Griddle Flip’s Diner?

I blushed hard and glanced over at Steve, who was wiping off the counter and we made eye contact. He smiled, I smiled back, and in that moment, I tuned out Max and El’s kissy noises and Oooo’s they were making. It was just me and Steve in that ice cream shop.

Our first date was amazing. For me, I had never been on a date, and it was everything I’d dreamed and seen in movies. Steve and I went to an all night breakfast diner and ordered big stacks of pancakes and waffles. We told stories, learned about each other, and just laughed all night. I’d never laughed like Steve made me laugh. There was a customer at the table near us being incredibly mean to the waitress, and I used my powers to flip his obvious toupee off of his shiny bald head as Steve and I were walking out. Steve could barely contain his laughter as we opened the door to his car and he just lost it when we got in. I laughed with him. He drove me back to my house and parked in the driveway.

“This…this was incredible.” I said. “Thank you for listening to Max, Steve.”

“Of course. It’s…it’s been a long time coming. Max really did me a favor by just doing it.” He said. I looked into his big brown shiny eyes and smiled. They were like pools of melted chocolate and I was mesmerized by them. He leaned over, and I nervously leaned into him, knowing what was next. It was our first beautiful, gentle, electric kiss.

“Wow.” I whispered when we pulled away.

When Billy Hargrove had started acting weird, we had all taken interest. When Will confirmed that the mindflayer was back, I vowed to do anything to protect these kids, and Steve. Especially Steve.

“I…I can’t find him.” El said, her nose bleeding. “Wait…there he is…” She went silent, blindfold over her eyes. Mike waited patiently next to her, waiting for any news but also to be there for her when she came out of it.

“I…I lost him.” She said, pulling the blindfold up. Mike handed her a warm washcloth for her nose.

“Let me try.” I said, taking the blindfold from her. She leaned into Mike as he held her up, offering her a glass of water.

Right before I put the blindfold on, Steve gently rubbed my back and whispered “be careful”. I nodded and covered my eyes, drowning out the noise around me.

I stood in complete darkness, only able to look down at myself. I squinted into the pitch black before I could make out a moving shape.

It was Billy. Just Billy, no mindflayer. He was standing…somewhere. I moved towards him, gently shuffling my feet to try and not let him know I was watching. There was something off about this. As I got closer, I could see the outline of the mall in the background. Billy was facing the mall, hands on his hips, just staring at it. I got up to right behind him and started to reach out to him. He stepped forward, never looking back at me, and went into the mall. I followed him, and when I entered the mall, it was brightly lit but empty. Billy stood in the middle of the atrium of the mall, just looking around. I slowly walked towards him, still looking all around me.

Billy started laughing, looking over and making eye contact with me. I wouldn’t let my eyes leave him. I heard voices in the distance that sounded like Steve and Dustin, but I ignored them, keeping my eyes on Billy. That’s when I heard the thunderous steps of him. The mind flayer. He stomped through one of the stores, ripping everything down in his path. He walked up behind Billy, and then past Billy towards me. I stood my ground, but still was a little afraid. The mind flayer walked right up to me, putting two of his limbs on either side of me and lowering his face to my level. I held my breath as he opened his jaws and started to advance towards me.

“Hey! Asshole!” I heard. I looked over to see Steve, in his Scoops uniform, with the kids, throwing things at the mind flayer. The mind flayer spun around quickly, knocking things over and screaming his horrible noises. He raised a limb and bashed Steve in the side, knocking him about twenty feet away.

“NO!” I screamed, but it felt like a whisper. The mind flayer advanced on Steve’s unconscious body, and extending an appendage at him, started tearing into his abdomen. I screamed out and fell to my knees, watching blood pool under Steve’s body as the mind flayer turned back to me, and then I felt myself falling…falling…until it went black and I screamed, ripping the blindfold off my eyes. I panted hard, feeling blood covering the lower half of my face, in true panic. I spun around, looking for Steve.

“Hey, hey, hey, baby, calm down.” Steve said, putting his arms around me. I felt his stomach, and breathed again when he was in one piece.

“The mall…he’s at the mall…something with Billy and the mall….” I breathed. “I saw him…Steve…I saw him….He just ripped you apart….I can’t….I don’t want to think of it…” I sobbed into Steve’s chest as he gripped me closely. I felt El’s hand on my shoulder. I shook uncontrollably. The image of Steve’s body…I couldn’t get it out of my head.

“I’m here. I’m okay. Look, see?” Steve said, making me look up at him. I calmed my breathing eventually and Mike and Steve let El and I lay down in El’s room. I was afraid to close my eyes, so I just stared at the ceiling. Eventually there was a soft knock and I saw Steve come in the room.

“How are you holding up?” He whispered. I sat up and held my arms out, wanting him to just hold me.

“Steve…I think I love you. Like, a lot.” I said as he put his arms around me and we sat on the floor.

“I think I love you too. Seeing you scared like that…I hated it.” He said, rubbing my back and arm. I leaned into him. “I want nothing more than to protect you from that thing.”

“Just…always be with me…” I whispered.

“I promise…I’ll always be with you.” He said, kissing the side of my head. “Always.”

[anxiousstark]

Sparks fly up | o n e

MASTERLIST   ☾  BUY ME A COFFEE

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader.

Summary:  003. She had always been replaced by the same person, Eleven. First, it was Papa who replaced her, then Jim Hopper. Maybe she was replaced because Eleven was younger and had to learn to manage her powers. Or maybe it was because 003 didn’t remember what she could do. Billy Hargrove seems to be the only person who wouldn’t replace her.

Disclaimer: I do not condone Billy’s actions or behaviour on the show nor do I intend to romanticize abuse.

Warning: Swearing, blood, angst, neglection.

A/N: Please support my work if you can. Also, Billy will have more “protagonist” appearances in the following chapters. This chapter IS NOT really good but I need to introduce everything before the real shit starts.

All Rights Reserved. The author, me, don’t allow any type of copy or adaption.

FLASHBACKS ARE IN ITALIC

A small spark of light caused Three to open her eyes, rubbing them first so she could focus her gaze. She was still on the rocking chair, and that was when she thought of the fight that Hopper and Eleven had had. She also recalled the words that Hopper had addressed to her, causing a feeling of discomfort in her chest.

She realized that there were two blankets around her body, that was the way Chief Jim Hopper showed his love. He would never tell you to your face what he really feels, but he would let you know by small gestures and it seemed that Jim had realized that he had screwed up.

After yawning and stretching the extremities of her body, Three-headed for the door. She never imagined what she would find inside. Everything was messy, boxes and papers that she had never seen before decorated the floor and the couch. "Eleven?" She called the young woman.

She walked to Eleven's room trying not to step on any of the documents that were scattered on the floor. Empty. Her room was empty.

Three felt something was wrong and quickly decided to look at the papers. Hopper collected newspaper cuttings that informed on children who had been stolen from their parents. Children like her. Children with something special. A power.

"No..." She dropped the documents to the floor, running her hands through her hair and closing her eyes tightly. She ran to the radio that both used to communicate with Hopper. Three pressed the button. "Hopper, I'm Three. We have a problem. Over." She waited a few seconds but he didn't answer. "Hopper, we have a problem, please answer. Over."

She looked around the house, waiting for Hopper to answer. She was sure that Eleven was gone, looking for her parents and on the one hand, she understood how the little girl felt. Well, she didn't know anything about her parents either. But she never thought that Eleven would leave without saying anything and she knew that Hopper would scold her for not realizing sooner.

"Hopper, I think she’s gone, I think she's trying to find her parents. Please answer. Over." But it seemed that the Chief wasn’t in his car at the time because he didn’t answer.

Frustrated, Three stopped trying to contact Hopper. Looking around she felt so stupid for not being able to do anything. Although, she could do something that Hopper wasn't going to like at all. She quickly changed her clothes and left what she called ‘home’. If she couldn't find Eleven, she would find Hopper.

Three didn't usually go out much, just under Hopper's watch. But she learned about the maps of Hawkins. And even though she had never met Eleven's friends, she knew where each of them lived. Hopper used to sit beside her while looking at that map over and over again, pointing to where each house and building was. 

The first person that came to her mind was Mike Wheeler. The boy who helped Eleven.

That’s how she ended up in front of his house.

It was at that moment that she saw a boy with a bouquet of flowers and another boy with curly hair. There was clearly a big age difference between them. She analysed them with her gaze and she concluded that the curly-haired boy was Dustin Henderson. One of Eleven's friends.

The only thing she knew about them was the stories Eleven had told her.

She watched as they began to get in the car and she ran towards them. "Hey. Sorry to bother you, but-" She looked at the curly-haired boy." Are you Dustin Henderson?"

Dustin was shocked that a stranger knew his name and surname, but at the same time, Hawkins was a small town. He looked at Steve for a moment and the older boy simply shrugged his shoulders. "Yes, it's me. And you are?"

"It is a long story." She swallowed. "But I need your help."

"I'm sorry, but right now I'm really busy, it's also a long story but we may be in danger. I know, I know. It’s hard to believe, but I have to go." When he gestured to Steve and got into the car, Dustin smiled for the last time, about to get in the car too.

"My name is Three." She lifted the sleeve of her jacket, showing the number that marked her, shouting loudly that she wasn’t like the others. As those in the laboratory thought, she couldn’t be considered human. “I need to find Jim Hopper, my guardian.” She didn’t like that term.

The curly-haired boy quickly understood that this girl was another "experiment" that Jim had saved, although there were many unanswered questions. Dustin noted the urgency in her voice. "Get in."

She nodded, gratefully and got into the back seat of the car. The other boy looked at her and offered a little smile. Both of them were confused about Dustin’s actions. “I’m Steve Harrington. Nice to meet you.”

She smiled. “I’m...” Three. Her name is Three. She didn’t even have a real name. She remembered that Hopper had told Eleven what her real name was and El decided to keep the number as a name because ‘Jane’ didn’t feel like her. But she didn’t have that option because she was Three, just Three. “I’m Three.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, but he didn’t ask and she was grateful.

“Wait. So how big?” Steve asked. It was difficult to believe what Dustin had said. But it wasn't as difficult for Three because she had heard about those things before. She had heard the people in the lab talk about some type of creature that was dangerous for the outside world, but that it could benefit them in some way.

“First it was like that.” He made a gesture with his hands, not too big.  “Now he is like this.” He widened the space between his hands and she noticed Steve’s eyes getting wider.

Steve told Dustin that he was sure that was some kind of lizard, which caused Dustin to feel offended and start telling him that he had a lot of knowledge about reptiles. Still, Steve kept saying it could be some new type of lizard.

"It's not a lizard." Three decided to speak. Both boys looked at her. Steve for a shorter time since he had to pay attention to the road. "Surely that thing comes from the lab. Nothing is just something if it left the laboratory."

Dustin smiled. "Thank you, I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one with brains and beauty in this car." He winked, which caused Three to laugh. She liked Dustin.

But things didn’t go as they wanted. Upon arriving at Dustin's house and explaining where that Demogorgon creature was, Dustin told Steve to go down alone and that he would stay to watch and protect Three, which she thought was really sweet. But everyone got more nervous when Steve told them to come down and they found that the creature had changed its skin and had made a hole in the wall. Therefore, they decided to rest in Steve's car and keep looking for it the next day.

Now, the three of them were walking on the rails with buckets full of meat, hoping that the creature would appear and Steve would end it with his bat.

Three wasn't paying much attention to the conversation both boys were having but couldn't help laughing a little when Steve let the younger child know his biggest secret. The secret of how his hair looked so good. And the truth is that Steve had beautiful hair.

They finally arrived.

“This will do just fine. Good call, dude.” He praised Dustin and the boy couldn’t help but smile. Three smiled back, ruffling his curls.

“Good job, Dustin.” She also praised, following Steve.

“I said medium-well!” A scream was heard and the three musketeers turned their heads. Seeing a black guy with a red-haired girl waving at them. Dustin ran to the boy, grabbing his wrist and putting him behind a car and saying that they had to have a meeting.

While the younger boys had their meeting, Steve, Max and Three worked, preparing for the appearance of the Demogorgon.

“Hey!” Both boys got scared. “Dickheads. How come the only one helping me out are these two random girls? Let’s go!” Steve started walking to the girls. “I said let’s go!”

After all the hard work and preparing everything, they wanted until night. Until the Demogorgon would appear. Lucas stayed on the roof of the old bus, making sure no creature was near. Max, Dustin and Steve waited inside the bus and Three kept playing with her hands, hoping to find Hopper.

"Are you like Eleven?" Dustin asked. He had been wanting to ask since last night. Lucas, who was keeping guard, asked them to speak a little louder since he wanted to find out what was happening.

No, she wasn’t like Eleven. Eleven was Eleven and she was Three. Two completely different people who only shared having been taken from their families and powers. However, powers no longer characterized her.

"You mean the lab and all that?" She laughed a little, trying not to show her discomfort at how the question had been suggested. "Yes, you can say that."

The curly-haired boy smiled, completely interested in knowing more about Three. "And what are your powers?"

Before Three could think or say anything, the creature appeared. And she never thought she would be so happy to see something so horrible that it had been the creation of the same bastards who stole her identity and her childhood.

She also didn’t expect to have not only one creature but several. Nor did she expect to yell at Steve to get back on the bus to ensure his safety. Nor did she expect the creatures to leave.

“They are going somewhere.”

“And we are going too.” Three said. “I think Hopper might be there.”

After having gone to the laboratory and being confused by the situation, they took refuge in the Byers house.

The children were sitting around the table while Jonathan and Nancy were next to Will. Steve and Three were leaning on one of the kitchen furniture while Jim Hopper yelled at a yellowish telephone.

Hopper hadn’t had the opportunity to speak with Three, and it was to be understood that his face had transformed when he saw how she had climbed into his car. And Three knew it would be a matter of time until Hopper scolded her.

"Ok, let me see if I understand." Mike decided to speak, his hands banging on the wooden table without strength. "You have been living with Hopper for a couple of years and you are like Eleven?" Dustin kicked him under the table. "I mean you were both in the lab and all that." Three nodded. "Does that mean you knew Eleven? Do you have any idea what happened to her?"

She felt bad for not being able to tell Mike that Eleven was fine, that she was alive and that she missed him just as he missed her. But she knew that Hopper would have another reason to kill her if she gave that information.

A great bang sounded causing everyone to be startled, Hopper had hung up the phone abruptly, baffled at the indifference of his co-workers. His gaze fell on her. “Three, come. Now.”

The Chief went to one of the Byers' rooms, it seemed to be Will's room. His back was facing Three all the time until she closed the door of the bedroom. "What are you doing here?" His hand rubbed his forehead fiercely.

"I tried to contact you through the radio." Sigh. "When I woke up this morning Eleven wasn’t at home." The volume of her voice was decreasing little by little but that didn't stop Hopper from hearing what she had said. "I tried to contact you several times but you didn't answer me. I guess she is trying to search for her parents."

"I was too busy trying not to die." Those words caused confusion in her, who didn't know what Hopper had to go through. "How did you not realize?"

"I woke up in the same place where I fell asleep and upon entering there were boxes and millions of documents scattered on the floor." She observed his reaction. The Chief had sat on Will's bed, trying to calm himself down.

"I didn't know how to find her so I thought it would be a good idea to look for you." Her eyes stopped looking at him.

"So you thought it was a good idea to go outside, you decided to look for Eleven's friends. How were you going to introduce yourself? Were you going to make up a name or just present yourself as 'Three', another experiment."

She bit her lower lip. No, fuck. She felt like the tears were going to come out, that they were going to run down her cheeks. "What did I have to do then?" Her voice was more strident this time. "Did I have to stay at home and wait for you to arrive with the possibility that El wasn't going to be there? You would have been angry at me anyway."

Hopper didn't like the tone of voice that Three had used against him. He got up from the bed approaching her. "I wouldn’t have been angry if-"

"If what?" It was the first time she had interrupted him, putting a hand on her chest when she noticed an unfamiliar ache. "I'm not the one who has left home without permission in search of her parents. Also because I don't know who my parents are but she does. That's another topic to talk about. Why are you trying to hide it from me but not from her? After all this, don’t you think I should know."

“What you don’t know won’t hurt you.” He replied with a softer voice. He explained that they would talk more about what had happened to Eleven at home. For Hopper, it was more important to follow the plan related to Will being a spy. It was also more important when the phone sounded, alarming everyone and making Will notice where he was. It was also more important when they were attacked by a demo-dog -as Dustin has named them- and El coming to the rescue.

She noticed how everyone in that room adored her, except Steve and Max because they didn’t know the young girl. But she couldn’t help being jealous, again. She couldn’t help wishing to be hugged the same way Hopper had hugged Eleven.

"Sweetie." She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned her head to see Joyce. Three had met the woman as she was the only one who knew that Hopper had welcomed her a few years ago. And it seemed that she was the only one who realized how she felt.

She smiled back, trying to make her think that she was okay. However, she wasn’t. "It's late." She stated something obvious. "I assume Max's parents must be worried." The redhead upon hearing her name smiled. Three seemed sweet, and when they were on the bus a couple of hours ago, she gave her company and told incredible stories. "I will take her home. Can someone lend me their car?”

"Do you have a driving license?" Steve asked, surprised since it didn't seem like Three lived her life like a normal teenager. I guess she just didn't live.

"No, but I know how to drive." She let them know while looking at Hopper. "He taught me."

"Oh my god, oh my god." Hopper was clinging to the door of the car. "You don't have to go so fast." He felt nauseous but tried to forget about it because the girl behind the wheel, Three, was smiling.

Hopper had ‘adopted’ the 16-year-old teenager after researching the laboratory and learning that she was an important and dangerous experiment. He had talked to ‘Papa’ as she used to call him and he had explained everything related to the loss of her powers, which was why she was with host families who threw her out. She didn’t last two days with a host family when she was taken to another. It was then that Hopper decided to take care of her by doing a favour to Papa who didn’t have to worry about her trying to escape. In return, he would stop looking for her.

Hopper knew what Three's powers were but that was something he would take to the grave and never tell her. Telling her what her powers were would cause the young woman to discover her true past, affecting her even more.

"Okay, do you see that space? Park there. As I have taught you." He pointed to a white rectangle that he had painted with spray in front of the house where Three lived and that belonged to him. The chief couldn't help smiling when he saw how she parked perfectly. "Amazing, little one." He stroked her hair playfully, dishevelling it. But Three didn't care, she was happy.

“Three?” She snapped back to reality after hearing her name. Max was looking at her dumbfounded and that is when she noticed that they had arrived at Max’s house. “Thank you for driving me.”

She smiled telling her that she didn't have to thank her. When Max was about to get out of the car she realized that Billy was walking quickly towards her. "Oh shit." She didn't mind saying a bad word in front of Three.

"Who is that?" She asked, closing her eyes a little since she couldn't see well from afar.

"My stepbrother. He is a jerk and he is going to yell at me for leaving home without his permission. He doesn't like Lucas." Getting out of the car, closing the door behind her. Three decided to get out of the car as well and realized that Max’s step-brother said nothing to the little one when he saw her.

"Uhm, I'm sorry. I was in charge of bringing Max back home but my car broke down and I had to borrow my friend's." Quickly, she lied.

The boy's gaze swept across her body but she couldn’t tell because she was paying attention to the beautiful colour his eyes had.

For the first time in his life, Billy Hargrove didn't know what to say. Three smiled, about to get in the car. She ran her tongue over her lower lip. "By the way, you should put ice as soon as possible, or tomorrow you will have a swollen lip." She turned to Billy and he was confused. Three pointed to her own lip. "Your lower lip is bleeding, whoever hit you knew where to. Add ice and some ointment." She smiled for the last time. "Hope to see you soon, Max!"

"I hope so too!" The redhead answered back, grinning and waving her hand while watching how the car Jonathan had lent them disappeared. Although, she quickly felt afraid thinking about Billy screaming at her.

"Who is she?"

Max was surprised at Billy's expression. "They call her Three." She said as if a nickname was, going back inside her house while Billy just stayed there.

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For Old Time’s Sake

Summary: It’s 1995 in Hawkins. When Heather Johnson returns home for the Hawkins High School reunion, she comes face to face with an old lover. Or, alternatively, the one where Steve falls in love with Heather all over again.

Steve Harrington x oc

Warnings: 18+, mature content, smut

Tags: @casaharrington

The town of Hawkins kept its secrets well. From the outside, and to every kid who made a run for it after high school, not much about the town changed. Small town stillness washed over the buildings and suburban homes that Heather Johnson passed on the drive home to her parents’ place. If not for the empty lot where the Dairy Queen had been and the newly painted houses, Hawkins could have been a time machine to 1985.

She parked curbside outside of her childhood home. Through the trees, just past the Harrington home, she could vaguely make out the ruins of what was once Hawkins Lab. Even abandoned, it brought bile to her throat. When Heather left Hawkins, danger eschewed the rosy lens of childhood she knew it under. Time blurred and muddied her memories, but fleeting images of a boy with a baseball bat comforted her; whatever it was, they defeated it together.

Heather yanked the keys from the ignition. She didn’t come back to dig up old nightmares. Steadying her breath, she hauled her suitcase from the hatch of her car into her old home. Whatever she saw ten years ago in that shadowy building couldn’t hurt her now.

She retired to her bedroom that night with a head swimming in unsaid words and forgotten dreams she bottled up and left here in Hawkins. Traveling through the hallways of her parents’ house brewed an unwelcome, lonely sense of dejavú that could swallow Heather whole.

The door closed softly behind her. Heather looked to the window next door, partially out of habit, partially wrapped up in foolish hope, but instead found the curtains drawn. She longed for the secret notes passed through window panes on late nights and the stolen kisses as he stumbled into her bedroom. That was- they were- long gone now.

Now, standing alone in her girlish lilac bedroom, she felt like a stranger in her own life. The knick-knacks, trophies, polaroids, and photo booth strips belonged to someone else entirely. She thumbed over the picture frame sitting proudly on her nightstand, swiping the dust away from the picture-perfect memory of two smitten teens. Her mother must have retrieved it from the floor and replaced it sometime after she left. The crack down the center obscured her face, but she cared more about the way Steve looked at her. Just as she let herself want, her finger caught on the crack and blood sullied the cheap frame. Cursing, she cushioned the wound between her lips to dull the bleeding.

Heather Johnson blossomed into her own person through the past decade; she had a place to call her own, a job she felt passionately for, everything she once doubted she could earn without her Daddy’s help. Something about Hawkins, though, made that woman shrink slowly back into the scared girl who ran away from it.

High school for Heather looked picture perfect. In some ways, it had been, yet a part of her always felt sandwiched into the tiny pond that Hawkins was and desperate to swim upstream into the outside world. For someone with as many friends and as surrounded by people as Heather the Cheerleader had been, she never felt more lonely. Her friends’ parents worked boring desk jobs that required no traveling and most of them had one boyfriend or another to waste their time with. She kissed as many boys as she could just trying to make up for the loneliness she felt in her parents’ absence; it always found its way back. Until Steve.

Steve Harrington lived next door. He talked too much, slept around quite a bit, and had a poor taste in friends. Heather might nod along and listen as Laurie or Becky rambled off reasons why he could not be trusted, but she never cared to listen. She liked to think she knew Steve perfectly well.

The first time Heather met Steve, she might have agreed with what her friends thought of him. They knew each other only through summer block parties and whatever other events their parents dragged them to until 1982. That summer leading up to sophomore year changed a lot for Heather; her body filled out and her Dad started leaving home more. She took up a job lifeguarding at the community pool and returned to school in August sunkissed, slightly curvy, and in need of a little trouble. Steve, who received a shiny new BMW for his sixteenth birthday, looked exactly like the kind of trouble she wanted.

She had him completely, utterly wrapped around her finger by the end of September. Heather and Steve soiled every inch of that car as summer came to autumn. She only meant to distract herself, but her desire for fire and trouble died down into an ache for the boy next door. Heather let herself love him wholly. Steve became her future; he tamed her rebellious spirit into a lovestruck girl who wanted only for him to stay with her forever.

Forever, for Heather and Steve, instead became the beginning of junior year. He stomped on her heart and spit it right back at her. As Heather pulled back to lick her wounds, Steve zeroed in on his next prey. Nancy Wheeler stood for everything Heather could never be. Girls like Nancy didn’t just offer up their virginities to the first boy who called them pretty or invent their own hangover cures out of necessity. Heather hated the thought of Steve with someone like that, because she could never be half as good. Good girls like Nancy shone like blank canvases void of any tarnish and squeaky-clean enough to bring home to Mom; Heather the Whore and her Father-sized baggage could never compete with a girl like that.

Even now, the sight of that swimming pool nauseated her. Mr. Harrington had it drained years ago, but she only saw the very end of Barbara Holland’s life, the thing that took her, and the boy she still loved already falling for Nancy Wheeler, all right outside her bedroom window. Heather yanked her curtains shut. The demogorgon might be unreachable now, but nothing so far healed her battered little heart.

---

“Joey, you little shit! Let go of your sister’s hair”

Heather clung to the kitchen island, watching as the red-headed toddlers tornadoed across the living room. Carol stormed out of the bedroom sporting only one shoe and looking more grown up than Heather ever imagined she would be. Tommy and Carol’s wedding unsurprisingly predated the prompt birth of their first child by mere months. Between the two nightmares currently messing up their house and the heavily pregnant bump in her purple gown, Carol looked about one temper tantrum away from a spectacular breakdown of her own.

However exhausted parenthood and married life looked to someone like Heather, that new sheen in Carol’s eyes and the bizarrely adult change in Tommy’s demeanor suggested otherwise. The life of a Hawkins housewife, with all its cliquey glory and PTA snobs, suited Carol’s catty nature and, to everyone’s surprise, fatherhood had calmed Tommy’s recklessness. Heather took one look at their messy, chaotic, love-filled life, and her confidence crumbled. Her life in New York outpaced anything Hawkins could offer her, but she couldn’t pretend that she had once not wanted anymore more than this life with Steve.

“For fuck’s sake Tommy, would you hurry up?”

Carol herded her husband towards the door, cursing under her breath at his inability to correctly tie a necktie. If not for the wedding rings and Carol’s baby bump, Heather might have mistaken the scene for a recreation of their senior prom night.

Heather piled into the backseat of Carol’s mini-van. Tommy stuck his head out of the driver’s seat as they sped off to Hawkins High, screaming:

“Class of ‘85, motherfuckers!”

Carol yanked him back into the car by the collar. She added a swift smack to the head for good measure. Heather smiled to herself; at least some things never did change.

As the burgundy minivan pulled into the spot once reserved for Heather’s Jeep, she saw her life from the outside. Without the safety of her green and white cheerleading outfit, Hawkins High School looked a whole lot less impressive than back in the day.

Tommy and Carol dispersed into the crowd not long after their arrival, while Heather gravitated towards the open bar. She greeted passersby who recognized her and watched the crowd swell. She stirred her drink absently and watched the night unfold around her.

Old cheer squad members earned careers in fashion or television or teaching. Her third grade best friend married her ninth grade lab partner. Old Hawkins friends gathered like nothing ever changed, but Heather felt acutely aware that everything had.

Meanwhile, Steve tore himself away from a conversation with a few classmates he only vaguely remembered. He stopped a few feet away from her, as if unsure whether or not to proceed.

Time dealt Steve Harrington the short hand. He stayed in Hawkins, he told himself, not out of fear but just to keep an eye on things for a while. Jim Hopper promised to call if any more monsters popped up. No need, he said. I think I’ll stick around a while longer. First, Nancy and Jonathan Byers, even Billy Hargrove, graduated and took the fast track out of town. By the time Dustin and Lucas and Mike and the rest of the rugrats set off to college, Steve was fresh out of excuses.

Hopper took a quick visit down to the record store where Steve took up a job to pay his bills. He leaned down over the counter Steve worked behind and lowered his voice:

“What the hell are you still doing here, kid? We both know you don’t belong in this shithole.”

“Yeah,” he deadpanned. “You’re probably right”

Hopper, more a father to Steve than his own ever was, refused to let him give up like this. Where Steve saw in himself the self-righteous asshole who vandalized the town movie theater, Hopper saw the young man who readily put his own life on the line to save those kids.

“Look, I don’t really care what you do,” he lied. “Just quit feeling sorry for yourself and do something with your life.”

The next morning, Hopper arrived at the station to find Steve Harrington sitting with his tail between his legs in the chair facing his desk. By that time the next year, he was the latest member of the Hawkins PD. And a damn good one at that, he might add.

For the first time in his life, Steve had everything he could want. Everything, that is, except someone to share it with.

His heart skittered as he worked up the courage to get Heather alone. He’d heard that she came alone and wanted little more than to catch her attention. Things ended so badly between them- his fault, really- that he hardly imagined she wanted to see him again. So, with the same sense of humility as that fateful morning in Chief Hopper’s office, he tapped her shoulder:

“Save me a dance? For old time’s sake.”

Gooseflesh rippled her bare arms; she would recognize that voice anywhere. Heather set her cocktail glass on the bar, turning her head towards him. He looked the spitting image of the nervous boy who first asked to take her out to the movies. Hands scrunched in his suit pockets, and sporting the very same crooked smile she remembered, Steve Harrington stood before her.

Heather’s powder blue dress blended well with her skin tone in the dim gym lighting and her dark hair popped against the fabric. His heart swelled at the sight of her standing in the very same gym they shared their first kiss in. Steve wondered how he ever let a girl like that slip through his fingers.

“Okay,” she said. “For old time’s sake”

He led her by the hand to the makeshift dance floor, feeling for the first time in ages the sweaty anticipation of a lovestruck school boy. Her rosy cheeks swelled with a smile in tandem with her shaky hands as they locked between the ducktail of hair at the nape of his neck. His hands resting easily on her hips, they danced.

“Y’know,” he chuckled. “I really didn’t expect to see you again. I’m glad I did”

The way he looked at her, even after all these years, sent Heather to the verge of tears; no one had looked at her like since she was a teenager. Since she and Steve were in love.

“Yeah,” her voice came out soft and small. “Me, too.”

They’d come full circle. Although life led them in different directions, and took Heather and Steve to the wrong people in their journey to find the love they first had in each other, it seemed their story looped back to that dingy old gym. Steve knew the second he saw her that tonight would be a whole lot more than reminiscing with a lost lover. Even if Heather didn’t know that, yet, Steve didn’t mind waiting.

Steve would wait forever for her if it only meant that he could see that smile one last time. The way her brown eyes sparkled in the dim lighting, the way her hips filled out the fabric of her gown, the way her delicate touch ghosted over him as they danced; Heather was filled with reminders of the way he once loved her. The way Steve still loved her.

Heather cupped his cheek, stroking it with her thumb and watching after him with a melancholy smile.

“I am so proud of you,” she whispered.

Heather clung to her once-lover long past the end of slow songs, the two swaying to synthetic pop tunes. It seemed that each of them darted around fears that, should they let go of each other, they might never get the chance to do so again. Whether she admitted it to herself or not, Heather let herself believe that, maybe, she was always meant to find her way back to him. She felt not like an adult but once again like a teenage girl nervously dancing with the prom date of her dreams.

He nuzzled his nose forward against her cheek. His hot breath fanned out against her skin and pulled her in even more. The sweet, mesmerizing scent of Steve’s rosewood cologne, the ghost of spearmint chewing gum, and a hint of musk hypnotized Heather. As he finally kissed her, Heather folded into his touch. The kiss was a decade in the making, the kind featured on movie screens and cheesy discount novels. Every word they were too afraid to speak into existence and all their repressed emotions poured into the kiss.

Reluctantly, he broke off the kiss. Only as the final song of the night faded into its closing note did Heather pull herself away from his warmth. Steve stole a quick kiss to her cheek. They walked slowly towards the edge of the dance floor.

“Here,” he said. Steve draped his sports coat over Heather’s shoulders.

Hair bouncing along with his lopsided grin, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of Heather and that captivating laugh of hers. Even as she led him away from the dance floor, Steve found himself absorbed in her. Her neatly styled hair fell rebelliously out of place, the heat on her cheeks and perspiration from nerves and the dancing all adding just the right amount of lived-in smudge to her make-up. Heather looked radiant. The words fell out of his loose lips like thoughts so strong that his mouth couldn’t contain them:

“You’re beautiful.”

She slumped into a seat, letting out a breathy laugh. He slid into the empty chair beside her. Although his mind seemed acutely aware that they were running on borrowed time, Steve swore that the night would last forever. Time was edging on despite his best efforts to run backwards against the current; he would never be fifteen again, and their relationship would never be from a clean slate again.

She thanked him quietly. Another stolen kiss followed. The night grew thin around them, their classmates retiring to whatever lives they put on pause for the night's trip down memory lane, but neither could be bothered to tear themselves away. Heather was quiet for some time afterwards, trying to make sense of her emotions. Steve turned to her, forehead pulled in thought:

“We made quite the mess, didn’t we?”

Heather paused, tearing herself away from the fears of yesterday. Her eyes flickered to him. She smiled sadly. All Steve has to do was stay. When it was Heather’s turn to choose Steve, she decided to run instead. It seemed neither of them had the courage to face the very real feelings between them that even time and betrayal couldn’t seem to erase.

“Yeah,” she said eventually. “We sure did.”

He chuckled dryly, rubbing his palms together in thought. The universe seemed to laugh at them, to revel in the tragedy of their bad timing; love itself just wasn’t enough to make them work. His eyes begged Heather to ease his nerves. Steve needed Heather to give him some sign that this was more than just in his head.

“Why is this so hard for us?”

The worry in his tired face looked all too familiar to Heather. A sinking feeling returned to her stomach.

It wasn’t until the summer after graduation that Heather let herself start to forgive Steve for breaking her heart. With the drama and confines of high school now behind them, Heather and Steve vowed to make that summer theirs. A last hurrah of bad decisions with minimal consequences. What they intended to be a string of crashed house parties and getting drunk by the quarry instead was a summer filled with late-night conversations on the hood of Steve’s car. With Heather often teetering between sunburnt and sun-kissed after a shift at the community pool and Steve sticky and burnt out from serving ice cream at Starcourt Mall, they lacked much time or energy to live out the summer they outlined.

Neither of them really minded the extra time to themselves. In fact, Steve soon found himself excited for his shift to end and comforted by the knowledge that Heather was waiting for him in the parking lot, food in hand. By late June, Heather had his order memorized and Billy Hargrove had stopped trying to get her to hang around with him past closing time. That was how they found themselves devouring take out from Dairy Queen, still in their work uniforms, and sitting closer than necessary on the BMW.

She wiped the grease from her fingers with a napkin, laughing. Heather caught a glimpse of Steve in her peripheral vision- dripping with happiness, a shine to his eyes, his Scoops Ahoy sailor hat sagging lowly on his head.

Having Heather back in his life, even if only for brief, stolen moments on the hood of his BMW and late summer nights thick with their past, the future; it patched up the broken parts of his battered heart. She felt like home. It might only be for the summer, but Steve fully intended to hold onto every second with Heather that he could.

“Hey, Steve?”

He looked so eager, so happy to see her. Steve wouldn’t even know what hit him. That summer, he slowly tore down the walls their break-up built against her and she knew from the start that she couldn’t take him with her. The thing about running away from her problems, it seemed, was that Heather had to abandon every good thing in her life right along with the bad. Unfortunately, that included Steve.

She knew she should have told him from the beginning, that she never should have let herself get that close to him again so soon before leaving town. Heather should have told him, and yet she couldn't bring herself to break it to him. Not that Heather hadn’t tried to; she had, many times. It just hurt too much.

His laughter tapered off into an inquisitive hum.

“Do you ever think about leaving Hawkins?”

Maybe it had treated him less than kindly the past year or so, but it was still the only home Steve had ever known. The thought of skipping town never crossed his mind. He decided a long time ago that he would stand his ground and fight until his dying breath if he had to- Steve was braver, more stubborn than Heather that way. Another reason she would tell herself they didn’t work out; Steve Harrington was a fighter but Heather Johnson was a survivor. And sometimes that meant putting herself first.

“No, I can’t say that I have. Why?”

She shrugged, uncharacteristically shy:

“I don’t know,” she balled the napkin up into a makeshift stress ball. “I-I just think maybe I need to get out of this town, Steve. Parts of me can’t seem to shake what I saw, what I did-“

She let Barbara Holland die. Heather watched from her bedroom and did nothing as the thing ate her whole. And when she saw the damn thing again, she hadn’t been strong enough to kill it. She couldn’t save its future victims.

“Hey,” Steve pulled her under his arm. “Don’t say that, okay? You did what you could… We all did. It’s not your fault.”

Tilting her chin upwards with his fingertips, Steve pressed a meaningful kiss to her lips. She leaned into him. His embrace quieted her thoughts enough to mute her worries away. It wasn’t the first kiss they shared that summer, but something hid behind it that made Heather unable to shake him- so much so that she lost her nerve to break the news to him. She left Hawkins the next morning, while Steve dreamt of seeing her again.

The guilt ate at her from the inside out until the town she once loved only suffocated her with living nightmares and her own inadequacies. Deep down, Heather knew that running away from her problems would not solve anything. Still, she craved a change of scenery, an escape from the reminders of what Hawkins truly was under its all-American suburban facade. Hawkins was, quite simply, home to the gates of Hell and Heather didn’t want to stick around and wait for them to crack their way open again.

They had, eventually, done just that; only, Heather wasn’t by Steve’s side that July Fourth when he needed her the most.

Steve stood abruptly, offering her his hand:

“You want to get a drink?”

Nodding, she smiled. The last thing she wanted was to leave Steve’s side. Heather took his hand and followed him through the parking lot. They walked in a comfortable silence. She squeezed his hand in hers.

“Steve?”

The pair paused beside his car. Heather glanced up at him with the guilt of a child caught breaking their parents’ valuables while playing inside the house.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you I was leaving,” she paused. “I should have.”

Steve’s eyes softened. He brushed loose hair from her face, smiling sadly.

“I know you are,” he said. “It’s okay, Heather. That was a long time ago.”

Forgiven or not, Heather still juggled her feelings of guilt and lingering feelings for Steve between stolen glances on the drive home. He may have absolved her, but Heather still needed

to forgive herself first.

“Come on,” Steve opened the passenger door. “How ‘bout that drink?”

---

The pair of them stumbled into Steve’s old bedroom between stolen kisses and wandering hands. Retracing steps from a lifetime ago, they fumbled blindly in the dim lighting, too utterly consumed in each other to care much for the world outside those walls. There was only the electric rush of pure, raw sexual chemistry and unresolved feelings.

Steve pulled back momentarily, lips dripping in unspoken words. Heather shook her head, stroking his cheek sensually with her thumb:

“Not now, Steve,” she shushed him, her waiting kiss soaking up his silent fears.

He pulled her hips flush against his torso, working blindly on her dress zipper. Steve’s rough palms explored every inch of her flesh that he could reach. He pinched purple hickies into the crook of her neck, chasing after her as her head flopped in pleasure. Heather hadn’t let anyone mark her skin that way in years. Steve made her feel young again, like his touch was the Fountain of Youth and she was Ponce de Leon, drinking him in deeply.

Her dress pooled on the floor around her feet as Steve pushed the thin straps from her shoulders. She looked even more mesmerizing than he remembered. Heather grew into her curves; time transformed her from a bewitching teenage beauty to the woman of Steve’s dreams. And he wanted to feel, to taste, every inch of her.

Spreading her legs apart ever so slightly, Steve dropped to his knees before her. He thumbed at her through the meager fabric of her lace panties. Another hickey on her smooth upper thigh. He groaned at the smell of her arousal. His expert mouth latched hungrily onto her core through the fabric.

Heather wriggled in pure, hot pleasure against his magical lips. Her fingers dug into his scalp, pulling on his hair just the way she knew drove him crazy. Steve pushed aside her panties, buried his nose, his lips into her most sensitive nerves. She tasted like heaven to him, the mere sight of her writhing above him an ethereal vision. Her taste dizzied him and Steve coddled her closer to his lips.

Steve loved the chase almost as much as the kill itself. He knew what he was doing, and knew he was damn good at it, too. If Steve had been a wolf in the bedroom as a teenager, then the only thing to stop him now was a silver bullet. And Heather was his full moon.

Her first orgasm hit hard and unexpectedly early, received by Steve’s eager tongue. He pulled her in by the neck for another kiss. The salty taste of her own arousal clinging to his breath intrigued Heather; touching Steve turned all her other experiences into blurry non-memories. Touching Steve felt like coming home after a long day.

The sight of Steve in all his naked glory sent Heather into a tizzy. She licked teasingly along his length, easing her way into giving him the head of his life. As she worked, Heather focused in on the bliss reflected in his face.

“Jesus,” he whined. “I forgot how good you were at that.”

Eager to be inside her, Steve reluctantly pulled her back up to her feet. He backed her up against the bed. Heather melted back against his pillows, a siren waiting for him to fall right into her trap. He kneeled over her figure. Steve kissed her sweetly. One hand thumbed at her clit. In one fluid motion, he pushed inside her.

Steve loved the way she clung to her. Her touch only egged him on. Steve rutted into her deeply. He made love to her with a veracity and dedication that put every other man she’d been with to shame. It was only Steve.

With one final grunt sandwiched by her name, Steve came deep inside of her.

She fell back against his sheets, spent in a fucked-out bliss. Heather felt her life in the city slipping further from her mind the more Steve Harrington and his magnificent cock drew her to a future here.

“Do you remember what you said to me the night Nancy and I broke up?”

Heather hummed in her sleepy daze, nodding:

“Sure, I do.”

“Did you mean it?”

She rolled over on the pillow to face him, fully awake now. Heather blinked through the darkness. Grasping in the dark, she clamped their hands together. From behind his messy hair, Steve looked like a shivering puppy left out in the rain. A soft smile graced her lips. She thought of the last time she saw that look.

“She never loved me.”

Nancy might have been the good girl toying around with Hawkins’ playboy, but instead she tore Steve to shreds and ran for the hills. Now, he wanted someone to sympathize with him. Heather, though, had no room in her life to be anyone’s second choice.

Heather tossed the hat to her candy striper costume on the duvet, sighing. She pawed at the vomit stain on her skirt with a damp towel. Perhaps the only person in town who had missed Steve and Nancy’s fallout, Heather left Tina’s party early to lull a dangerously intoxicated Brittany Matthews home before she ruined anyone else’s costume.

“What? Why are you even here, Steve?”

“I don’t know,” he shrunk down. “This is the first place I thought of.”

Oblivious to his pity party, Heather fussed about. She tried to clean the night’s memory of her drunken, sophomore team mate nearly passed out on Tina’s front porch right off her dress right along with the stain.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Steve?”

“Nancy,” he suddenly fell sheepish. “She never loved me.”

Heather watched after him, incredulous. Her hands gripped at the soiled towel as she bit her tongue. Steve, craving some sort of reaction from her, pressed on:

“I should have known,” he sulked. “I mean…God, when did I become such a fuck-up? This is bullshit. Of course it was. I should have known no one could love me-”

“Oh, fuck you! I did! I loved you so much, Steve. You had to have known that.

“What? Heather-”

“You broke my fucking heart, Steve. I’m not about to pretend that I didn’t see this coming and I’m sure as hell not your shoulder to cry on”

She tossed the soiled washcloth right at his chest. If Steve hadn’t been crying before, he sure was now. Still no movement.

“But-“

“I think you should leave.”

When he made no moves to do so, some part of her snapped right along with the last string of her heart that still reached out for Steve. She plucked the picture frame from her nightstand, their picture, and chucked it towards him, only narrowly missing his head. It landed on the floor under her dresser, as cracked and broken as their relationship, where it stayed until well after Heather graduated and left home.

“Get the fuck out, Steve.”

He faltered a moment, her words hitting him full-force with the one thing he must have known and feared but chose to ignore for the past year. Thick layers of tears caked his cheeks. Steve moved slowly and fluidly back towards the window he snuck in through, hoping all the while that he might uncover some magic words to undo the damage he slung onto her poor heart. He found only silence, and by the time his feet hit the ground, Steve knew he’d really done it this time.

He wanted only to be the carefree fifteen-year-old who got to kiss her in secret moments shared in the backseat of his BMW and late at night in her bedroom, when her parents were asleep. Steve wanted Heather back, but this was too little, too late. She locked the window behind him.

Looking at him now, her heart ached. The stubborn parts of her hadn’t forgiven him for breaking her heart all those years ago. Yet, she mostly just wanted him.

“Yes.”

Steve pressed his lips lightly to her knuckles.

“For what it’s worth, I loved you too.”

Steve leaned over the extra pillows to face her.  

When Steve awoke the next morning, he found himself surprised to see her messy hair splayed out across the pillow beside him, and utterly bewitched by the sight of Heather curling into the sheets as she slept soundly in his bed. He thought, though not for the first time in his life, that he might like to wake each day to the sight.

Later, as he walked her to her car, the idea still bounced around his mind. He grabbed at her hips, using every last drop of cheekiness to woo her away from that car. Steve let Heather go once before and he spent the next ten years regretting it.

“Stay.”

“You know I can’t.”

“What’s keeping you?

She exhaled with a soft laugh. Her home, her friends, her career, all waited for her back in the city. The only thing Hawkins, Indiana had that New York City didn’t was Steve Harrington.

“I’m sorry,” she kissed his lips sweetly. “Goodbye, Steve.”

He stood at the curb, hands balled into his shorts pockets, and watched her drive off until the Honda turned out of sight. Steve smiled after her, sporting the same smile he’d flashed the first time he told her his name, only this time a bitterness hid behind it.

Like Lot’s wife fleeing Sodom, Heather knew better than to turn around, knew his puppy dog eyes would trap her here forever, melt her down into a pillar of salt. And, like Lot’s wife, she did anyways.

She knew she’d see him again, if only in her dreams.

-----

Heather nervously twirled the phone cord around her finger. She stared at the slip of paper and dialed his phone number, her mind stuck over the words. The last time she felt this afraid, Heather lodged an axe into the neck of an interdimensional monster. This time, though, she knew that wouldn’t solve her problems.

“Steve? I need to see you.”

The trek to Indiana did little to calm her nerves. She drove silently, the radio turned down to silence. No matter how many times Heather practiced the speech in her head, it didn’t get any easier.

She stood at his doorstep. Fiddling with her hands, she contemplating blowing him off. Heather felt out of place at his apartment. To her, Steve would always be the boy next door. No matter what happened tonight. She thought of him always as he was then- handsome, full of life, brimming with dreams. Full of love for her.

When he opened the door to let her in, Steve couldn’t dull his smile. He looked almost the same as the boy in her memories. The love hadn’t quite left his eyes yet. It was with the comfort of this thought that she stepped inside.

Steve’s apartment was neat, small, homely. She could see him settling down before the TV with a beer or fussing over his hair in the mirror by the door. The thought made her smile.

He sat down with her on the couch, hands clasping with hers. His bright eyes watched her closely, waiting and ready to accept her back into his life.

“Is everything okay? You sounded upset on the phone.”

“I just- I wanted to talk.”

“Talk?”

He blinked. Steve knew this song and dance and he was tired of trying to keep her here. Tired of letting her toy with his heart.

“I haven’t seen or heard from you in months and you came all this way just to talk?”

Steve told himself he would hear her out, but his emotions got the best of him. He raised his voice in frustration. The abrupt shift in tone caught her off guard. She hadn’t meant to upset him. Heather deflated in her seat, the speech she’d had prepared now stuck in her throat.

“Forget it,” she rose. “I don’t even know why I came here.”

He followed her out onto the sidewalk. Heather walked out of his life too many times for him to let her go again.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know! Home, I guess.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from me again!”

The brunette stopped in her tracks, whirled around to face him. Angry, frustrated tears welled in her eyes. He stood just close enough for her to touch. Close enough for her to feel his heart breaking.

“And why not? We both already know how this ends.”

“I love you so much that it hurts. Why can’t you just admit that you want this, too?”

“That’s not why I came back, Steve.”

“Well, then, what? Is this some kind of a game to you-“

“I’m pregnant.”

His expression blanked. Steve didn’t know the first thing about fatherhood. His own gave him next to nothing to start from; the last thing he wanted was to find himself repeating his father’s shitty parenting style. He liked to think that he had finally shed the damage his absentee parents did to him, and that he had found a way to fill the gap their cold demeanor created where affection should have been in his childhood, but that didn’t stop his fears of repeating the vicious cycle.

Heather looked just as afraid.

“Do you really think we’re ready to be parents?”

“No,” he held her hand tighter in his. “But I know that I’m not my father and we can learn from our parents’ mistakes. You’re my future, Heather”

“Do you mean that?”

“Of course, I do.”

They sat together on his front porch steps. Silence engulfed them for a moment as her earth shattering news settled in. Fear crept back up on Heather the longer he stayed quiet. Did Steve want to raise this child with her? Did he want her? Her questions and insecurities were overwhelming.

She broke into tears. “I’m scared, Steve.”

“Me, too.”

He held her close to his chest as she cried. A few tears slipped from his own eyes. Steve combed his fingers through her hair and whispered comforts into her ear. Suddenly, he saw a future for himself. A modest, comfortable cottage with a nice yard for the kids to play in, maybe a dog too, and Heather standing beside him with all the love in the world in her eyes. It was comforting, warm. He wanted that future, with her.

“Stay here, with me. I love you, Heather, and I want to raise this baby with you, if you’ll have me.”

Sniffling, she turned her chin upwards to face him.

“Okay,” she said. “Yes, I will. I love you, too, Steve.”

As he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, Steve knew that everything would turn out okay. He loved Heather Johnson and that was enough for him.

[argylemikewheeler]

If you like is prompt or not that’s okay. Prompt: Mike’s parents finally take him to a therapist and he gets diagnosed with depression and gets proper treatment. Hope your having a lovely day.

[talks of depression/self-sabotaging behavior really briefly but still be aware xo]

Mike would never admit it beyond the bathroom mirror, but he had been so scared of going with his mother to the doctor. He knew who he was– maybe not what he was on Those Days– and wasn’t sure what a stranger could possibly tell him about it. But he had no choice: his mother had been given the name of the doctor from a friend of a friend of a cousin or something, and Mike fell victim to it whether he wanted it or not.

Which he didn’t.

The entire drive there, Mike kept planning all the ways he wouldn’t cooperate. He’d first start maybe speaking only in the bits of Spanish he’d been learning in school. Or maybe backwards– no, he wasn’t that good at it yet. Then he’d just stare out the window– if the room even had one– and count the number of animal-like clouds he could see.

God, Mike missed old summers. The ones with his best friends and smiles that didn’t feel empty. The happiness Mike could feel without a hollow reminder that given a chance, a half crack made in the joy, and everything could break and he could be Like That again. He could be laying in bed, aching despite not having moved for days. Mike missed being happy in a way that wasn’t an oddity. When his parents wouldn’t be surprised by his laughter or a smile.

Mike’s mother didn’t try and coax him into being pleasant the entire ride up. She just drove and told Mike when they arrived. Mike didn’t try to look polite or even excited as his mom went to the desk to say they arrived for the appointment. Mike sat in his chair and kicked his feet harshly at the carpet.

How dare his mother take him here? She didn’t know what Mike was feeling– how could she ask him to share that with another person? Mike didn’t want to say it to himself half the time. What if someone told him he was crazy? What if they sent him away? Mike would only learn to swallow his heavy, black thoughts further. As if they weren’t already hidden somewhere dark Mike had only recently learned he had.

The doctor came out to get Mike and she wasn’t even wearing a lab coat. She had a cardigan and blouse on– she looked like a regular person. Mike didn’t trust it, but went anyway. Alone. Her office was small but well decorated. It felt strangely like a classroom, but less of the pressure Mike felt from school.

She asked him questions, too many if Mike was honest, about his daily life. How many days would he say he felt upset or sad– or a word Mike had never heard before– depressed. It sounded harsh. But then again, so were his feelings. He told her the number– out of two weeks, about ten days probably. Like, if he had to count. She wrote it down but didn’t change her expression.

Mike tried not to give her too much after that. He wanted to avoid her questions, but he felt bad being rude to a woman that was so kind to him. She didn’t ask for any of the gory details. She asked, once, if Mike had ever hurt himself on purpose– even if it was just to stay awake way past his bedtime to make himself tired the next day. Mike never considered being tired a way of hurting himself. It seemed pretty stupid, and he wanted to say as much, until he suddenly started to feel the heavy rings under his eyes. He realized then she was asking questions she already seemed to have the answers to.

Mike wasn’t upset after that. He figured he should have been, but if someone knew his answers, then he was free to finally speak it all out loud. He wasn’t the one giving it away, or blame, if it was already common knowledge between the two of them.

Finally, after an hour, Mike’s mom was called in.

“Karen,” she said, placing her clipboard on her desk. “I know it’s only been one session so I can’t diagnosis him right now with anything for sure, but–”

Mike crossed his legs twice, not sure which way would be the most comfortable to sit when he got turned into a monster. His mother gripped her purse tightly the skin around her nail bed going white.

“I think, Michael– can I call you Michael?”

“No.”

“Mike,” she suddenly redirected her attention to him. “you are showing signs of clinical depression and I think you could benefit from coming here to meet me– or any of my colleagues– regularly.”

“What does that mean?” Mike’s mother asked, although she sounded more relieved than disappointed.

“It means your son is healthy– it’s just a chemical imbalance in his brain. Your son is healthy, physically, Mrs. Wheeler.”

“I’m fine.” Mike meant the word in its totality. “I don’t need anything. I’m fine.”

“Mike,” His mother said firmly. “We both know that isn’t true.”

“Dad says I’m fine!”

“Well, your father doesn’t know you’re here.” She said quietly through clenched teeth.

“W-Why not?” Mike asked, turning to the doctor– she had said to call her Becca; her doctorate wasn’t in medicine.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Mike.” Becca said. “Some people just don’t respond well to the truth.”

Mike bit his lip. “You sound like my friend, Will.”

“Does Will go to a therapist too?”

“Maybe… I think so. But for something different.” Will and Mike definitely spoke about very different things, Mike was sure. Will didn’t sound like he ever stared up at his ceiling at night and felt like it was moments from sinking down onto him– that had literally happened to him, one way or another.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s good to have people in your life that understand– even just the healing process.”

Healing. The word followed Mike home. The entire car ride, Mike couldn’t stop thinking about the concept of him needing to heal something in him. He didn’t remember ever breaking anything. The alternative was that something in him was born broken. Or maybe things can break without any pain; they just slowly crack and the pieces drift apart like driftwood at sea. There was no pain in the beginning, but there would be in putting everything back.

That night, Mike tried to slip out of his parents’ sight early and go to bed. His father wasn’t paying attention and his mother nodded sweetly and kissed his head before letting him up the stairs. Mike climbed into bed and curled up with his SuperCom.

“Will? Come in, Will.” Mike said, saying his closing over after he was sure he’d called his friend enough.

“… Hey, Mike! What’s going on? Why are you using this channel? I have a phone, you know.”

“I wanted to ask you something.” Mike rolled over and put his back to the door.

“Go ahead.” Will said. He sounded cheerful. Mike was envious.

“Do you… go to therapy?” Mike asked slowly, cupping the receiver to his face. The word felt dangerous to let loose in his house.

“I do, yeah. Mom takes me like, bi-weekly now.”

“T-Twice a week!”

“Every two weeks, Michael.”

“Oh… Oh that makes more sense.” Mike sighed and let his head lull into the pillows further. “Does it help?”

“I definitely think so. Makes things quieter, you know? It’s not always rattling in my head. I get to talk to someone. About my nightmares, about stuff with my parents, about Jonathan– sometimes I complain about you too.”

“Hey!” Mike squawked jokingly. He released his button without saying over, knowing Will would click his button shortly to let him hear his bubbles of laughter. After a moment sitting with the happy static, Mike pressed the button again. “So, you just talk about… whatever you want?”

“Oh, yeah. Whatever is bothering you.” Will said. “Why do you ask?”

“Mom took me today.” Mike sighed, rolling onto his back. “Doctor says– sorry, Becca says– I’m like, depressed or something.”

Will’s static picked up before he spoke any words; silence he wished to share with Mike. “Are you okay, Mike?”

“Yeah.”

“Michael.”

“I’m going to work on it, okay!” Mike exclaimed. “I’m going back next week.”

“Call me after? Or come over if you want. I can have Mom make a dinner you like. You can sleep over.” Will offered. “It’s not that bad. I promise.”

“I know.” Mike nodded. He had one last question. “Nothing… Nothing’s broken, right, Will?”

“With who, me or you?” Will said, his voice shaking with a laugh. “There’s a big difference. I left this dimension… You’re completely normal.”

“I am?”

“Cross my heart.” Will said. Mike could practically hear Will moving his finger in an X across his chest. “It’s really going to help, Mike. Trust me.”

“I do.” Mike said. He lifted his finger and cut Will out. “It’s me I don’t.” He clicked it again. “Over and out, Will. I’m pretty tired.”

“Good night, Mike. Over and out.” He answered, clicking off the channel too.

Mike laid in bed, trying to figure out if he had the energy to heal in him. As unpredictable as his moods were, they were vivid to Mike. None of it felt like a dream. They were all incredibly clear and draining. On those days, the ones that made any single thought too overwhelming, healing would be impossible. Eating was too difficult then. But maybe that’s what made talking helpful; Mike finally had an audience with whom he could repeat his bickering brain’s thought. Maybe Becca could make sense of it all. Or at least shut it all up.

Mike knew the word would never be healed. It would constantly be in motion, constantly changing and growing, and maybe that was encouraging too? There was no race– he was going to be like this for a long time. It wasn’t like slapping glue on two snapped pieces, it was a rebuilding of something out of shifting parts that never intended to go together. He’d have to reintroduce different parts of himself to the New and Improved Mike Wheeler: the one that heals and cares and speaks and shares and maybe, just maybe, loves.

It sounded far off, but so did ever speaking his own hidden truths. But he did that today, didn’t he? Healing might have been continuous, but it also meant to be active. Just thinking about it was a bit of progress. A bit of a reward to throwing his hands up to his darkest days, but grabbing onto that small bit of light he found in his life– and maybe choosing to call every once in a while before bed.

ao3

[alltimewhat]

ABCs of Death

Letter B is one of my favorites!

B contains: INSECTS, MEDICAL EQUIPMENT, and DEATH

CHARACTER(S) THAT DIE IN THIS FIC: mike

A/B/C/D/E/F/G

B is for Bumblebee

Mike had never seen the outdoors.

 He’d spent his whole life indoors, behind glass walls and surrounded by tubes and machines that constantly rasped and beeped and rattled around him. If he ever turned those off, he would die. 

He was used to it by now, the sound they made. It was almost comforting to him, the low whirr and repeated gasps as the machines helped his immune system keep up enough to keep him alive. He’d been hearing those machines practically since he was born. The most annoying thing, to him, was the tubes and wires surrounding him. They always seemed to get wrapped up and tangled around him, and they mostly just tended to get in the way.

Rolling over in bed, he shook a wire off of his arm, carefully extricating himself from the snarl of tubes before stretching his body like a cat, his fingers kneading at the sheets. He was able to wander through the house okay on his own, but if he got near the wide windows that seemed to arch around the entire exterior of the house, he’d have to wear a cannula and oxygen tank, as if contagens from the outside could phase through the glass and kill him. He stood next to his bed for a moment, staring at the tangle of machines both on and around his bed, some of which were still attached to him. He pulled off some of the electrodes stuck to him, setting them on the table next to his bed. 

He wrapped his hand around the handle of his oxygen tank cart, hating the way the metal felt against his skin. He glanced, for a moment, out of his bedroom window. The Wheeler house was nestled just outside of an evergreen forest, with massive fir and balsam trees reaching around the sides, their heavy arms nodding silently on either side of his bedroom. Turning in a circle, he could see into the forest, as the window in his room arced in a complete circle. It had been expensive, but his parents had decided it was worth it, as he’d never see the outdoors in person for longer than an hour at a time. 

The outside was cold, and Mike could feel it seeping through the windows. There was fresh, almost untouched snow laid in a thick blanket across the ground and the trees, stirred only by the tracks of what Mike assumed was a rabbit. He saw rabbits and deer and birds through the glass sometimes, and he wondered what it would be like to be out there with them. He wondered what it would be like to be able to touch a deer or hold a rabbit or run through the woods during the summer when the sunlight rolls through the trees and speckles the ground in like patterns like freckles. He wished he could leave in the winter. The cold made him sick, and he wouldn’t live very long in the winter, even if he wore winter coats and scarves and gloves. So he didn’t go out. He normally spent time in the front yard or the porch in the summer, relishing the small amount of sun he got before he was ushered back inside. 

He’d always liked to look at the animals that he could never see, the animals he had only seen in a passing glance or in books. He loved inspecting insects, picking them up and letting them crawl and canoodle all over his hands and arms. He could only do that when nobody was watching. If his mother saw him with a spider on his fingers or a ladybug on his arms, she would usher him back inside, scolding him for putting himself in danger so recklessly. Most of the time, insects didn’t seem to mind Mike, continuing to wander about as if they’d never been moved at all. He’d never been bitten or stung, but he knew the dangers of such things.

He stared out the window, wishing some living thing other than the trees would move. The trees were pretty, especially in winter, but they had a stoic silence that opened a pit in Mike’s chest. He wanted to be out there with them, somewhere where he didn’t have to carry around a tank of oxygen or consistently disinfect himself every time he touched anything that had been outside, any time he touched something that hadn’t been in his completely sterilized room. 

Sighing softly, he left his room, listening to the rattle of metal on metal as the oxygen tank rumbled in its cart. The floor was cold under his feet, and he shuddered as he padded into the kitchen, goosebumps washing over him. He woke up early, before Nancy or his mom or dad (as he often did. Many times, nightmares plagued him, monsters and all the things that could happen to him if he didn’t listen to his doctors flashing in his mind before they scared him awake), when the sun had just barely shown its face over the horizon. Another nightmare. He could never go back to sleep afterwards.

The kitchen was silent, but he could hear his machines beeping and whirring in the next room over. He’d given them all names, could recognize which machine was which. Soon, the machine he’d named Zaps would start beeping, alarming that his heart monitor was reading nothing, as he’d taken the electrodes off already. Zaps was one of the few machines in which the alarm could not be turned off, and Mike was used to her shrill beeping, always in the soundtrack of his life. 

He went about making his own breakfast, only allowed to eat things he didn’t have to put much effort into making, things like fruit and cold foods that didn’t pose any danger to his health. He wasn’t allergic to many foods, but he couldn’t eat much citrus or his skin would begin to break out in hives, itchy red patches that would reappear in his nightmares. He’d been certain he was going to die, then.

There were windows all around the house, to the point it looked almost futuristic, and Mike watched the sun rise through the front of the house in a soft, sullen silence that seemed to fill every space in his body like a bubble. He could feel it, underneath his skin and in between all his organs, there was a silence like the snow outside and the trees behind his bedroom and Mike didn’t think twelve year olds were supposed to know a silence like that so soon. A silence that spoke to the deepest parts of him, one that told him he knew he wasn’t going to make it out of the house. Wasn’t going to make it to full maturity.

He was distracted from his sun watching by a faint buzzing sound near the base of the window. His eye was drawn to the source of the noise, a disruption in the ones he was used to.

A chubby bumblebee, nearly as wide as his thumb, was struggling to walk along the adjoining edge of the window and the floor.

It must have taken shelter inside from the cold, Mike thought. He stood from his chair and dragged himself to the bee, sitting cross-legged about a foot from the creature.

He’d always loved insects, but bees especially, with their bright fur coats and strong little wings, the way they communicated to each other and their curiosity. He loved honeybees, but bumblebees were safer. Mike was rather certain bumblebees had no stingers, and they were bigger and softer, the barrel-chested version of Mike’s favorite insect. Carefully, slowly, Mike reached forward and placed his hand in front of the bee, allowing it to meander onto his skin and stay there. He carefully raised his hand to his face, bringing the insect closer so he could examine it.

It looked as he’d always remembered them, fat and fuzzy, appearing almost as if it was wearing a yellow fur coat. Although this bee was missing one of its legs, and was waddling in an odd gait along Mike’s hand as a result of such, it was still definitely the insect Mike remembered. He carefully raised his other hand to run a gentle finger along the bumblebee’s back. The insect jerked slightly at the touch, but didn’t move otherwise, and made no move to sting Mike or attack him. Giggling softly, he continued to run his finger along its back. The bee didn’t seem to mind, continuing its path up his wrist. Mike was enamored with it, watching its legs move as it pulled itself along, shuffling its wings every now and again. He reached over to pet it again, feeling the softness of its body under his fingertip.

“Michael! Put that down!” His mother’s voice came from behind him suddenly, sending an involuntary jolt through him. 

The jolt caused him to press down on the bumblebee’s back accidentally, and before he could even attempt to apologize to the creature or remove his hand, he felt a sharp pain bolt through his arm. 

Dread immediately filled his stomach, thick and ice-cold. The bee opened its wings and buzzed away, revealing the puncture wound from its stinger. It was a tiny red dot, but within a few moments, it had blossomed into a massive patch of blotchy red skin growing up his arm. The dread in his stomach multiplied into a thick fuzzy feeling that felt like it was squirming in his guts, only amplified by the arcs of pain shooting through his body. He turned to his mom, his arm held out in front of him so the reddening skin was becoming more obvious.

“Mom, I’m going to die.” He said. His voice was quiet and even, deep in his throat as the insect’s venom continued to course through him.

Karen had never seen something as horrifying as her son’s face in that moment, because she didn’t see the face of a young boy. She saw the face of a man who had grown past his prime, a man who had long ago accepted the fact that he would die soon, and it struck a chord of fear within her that she’d never felt. 

Mike’s arm continued to redden, the rash spreading faster and angrier up his arm than it had been before, and his eyes, hazy and wandering, found the bumblebee that had stung him. As he felt his mother’s arms hook him under the armpits, pulling him off the floor and trying to carry him, he watched the bee waddle along the floor. Weren’t bees supposed to die when they stung? He couldn’t quite move, feeling like he was submerged in honey. 

He let himself fall like a ragdoll, his head lolling backwards as it took too much energy to keep it upright. He could see his mother’s face, feeling so far away he could barely reach if he tried. Tears were streaming down her face and he thought he heard her, far away, telling him he would be okay, that they would get the doctor and he would be fine. 

That would be nice, Mike thought, humming to himself. He started to picture the woods in summer, his eyes fluttering closed. He could feel the sun on his face and hear the animals wandering through the trees. He imagined walking barefoot on dead pine needles, a soft blanket from the harsh ground underneath. He began to imagine what it would feel like to pet a baby bear’s fur, but while he tried to figure out exactly which kind of bear it would be, he died.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

S1:E4; Chapter Four, The Body - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

Refusing to believe Will is dead, Joyce tries to connect with her son. Y/n and the boys give Eleven a makeover. Nancy and Jonathan form an unlikely alliance.

WARNINGS: this is dangerously unedited. Also language. That's it.... I think?

||3rd Person POV||

The pale light of the dim flashlights danced across the walls as the officers investigated the Byers house.

"This the wall she was talking about, Chief?" Officer Powell pointed his flashlight towards the corner of the room.

•••

"A trooper found something in the, uh... water that's at the quarry." Hopper's solemn voice came out in a distorted echo in Joyce's ears as she tried to process what she was being told.

"Our working theory right now is that Will... crashed his bike, he... made his way over the quarry and, uh... accidently fell in. The earth must have given way. Joyce? Joyce? Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Joyce stared ahead, confusion and pain in her eyes. She gave a weak shake of her head without breaking eye contact with the wall.

"No. Whoever you found... is not my boy. It's not Will."

"Joyce."

"No, you don't understand. I talked to him... a half hour ago. He was..." She sniffled and looked around the room and made her way over to the small cabinet in the wall, opening it up.

"He was here. He was talking with these." She shakily held up the tangled ball of Christmas lights.

"Talking?"

"Uh-huh. One blink for yes, two for no. And... And, uh..." she cast aside the lights and made her way over to the wall of letters and lights. 

"And then I made this so he could talk to me. 'Cause he was hiding... from that... that thing."

"The thing that came out of the wall? The thing that chased you." Hopper asked trying to play along.

"Yeah. Yeah." Joyce nodded her head desperately in relief.

"Mom, come on, please. You have to stop this." Jonathan, tears in his eyes stepped towards his shaking mother, pleading to her.

"No, maybe he's... It's after him! He'e in danger. We have to find him! We--" "What exactly was this thing? Was it some kind of animal, you said?"

"Uh, no, it was... It was almost... human, but it wasn't. It... it had these long arms and... it didn't have a face."

As his mother spoke, Jonathan could hold the tears back much longer. Feeling the years begin to flow he stepped away from his mother and the Chief, grief overtaking him. As Hopper spoke, Joyce noticed this and reached a hand out after her fleeing son.

"It didn't have a face?" Hopper continued.

"Joyce?"

Joyce broke down in to sobs as she tried to continue.

"It didn't have a face..."

Hopper gently took her arms in his and guided her to sit down on the coffee table as he softly spoke.

"Joyce, listen to me. Listen to me."

Hopper kneeled down to meet Joyce's watery eyes.

"After Sarah... I saw her, too. And I heard her. I didn't know what was real. And then I figured out that it was in my mind. And I had to pack all that away. Otherwise, I was gonna fall down a hole... that I couldn't get out of."

Joyce softly shook her head. "No, you're... you're talking about grief. This is different."

"I'm just saying that you--"

"No, I know what you're saying, Hop. I swear to you, I know what I saw. And I'm not crazy."

"I'm not saying that you're crazy."

"No... You are. And I understand, but... God, I... I need you to believe me. Please. Please."

"Listen... I think you should go down to the morgue tomorrow and see him for yourself. It'll give you the answers that you need. But tonight..."

"Oh, God..." Joyce whimpered, grief consuming her.

"...I want you to try to get some sleep, if you can."

Joyce blinks as the tears freely fall. She brings her attention to fixate on her lap as she tries to gather herself. Hopper gives Joyce one small reassuring squeeze of the hand before standing up and leaving her to her thoughts.

Hopper leaves the house and gets into his car. A million thoughts running through his head. He begins to start his car, before leaning back into his seat with a heavy sigh.

•••

Jonathan lays on his back, the Clash - his brother's favorite - blasting from his headphones. He hugs his pillow desperately as he cries, mourning his younger brother.

•••

Joyce finds herself outside Jonathan's room, prepared to knock. Something inside her stops her from doing so, and she marches out to the backyard. Determination in her steps she storms into the shed, retrieving the old hatchet and returning inside. She planted herself on her couch, hatchet in hand, waiting to strike.

•••

Karen and Ted Wheeler watch with batted breath as the newscaster reports the body of their son's missing friend.

"Byers' body was found in the water of this quarry by state police this evening. It was discovered by state trooper David O'Bannon, just after dark. The state police are mounting an investigation to determine Byers' cause of death, but an initial inquiry..."

Ted looked to his worried wife. "Should I go down and talk to Michael?"

Holding back her tears she speaks. "Give him time. He'll come to us when he's ready."

Blinking back the tears, Karen grabs her husband's hand for comfort.

••• Mike flips through the drawings Will had given him what seems like ages ago. He found himself unable to tear himself away from one of Will's favorites. It was the party. But they were their dungeons and dragons selves. Will the Wise stood proudly amid his fellow party members. Together they stood triumphant. Mike was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of the feedback from the super-comm whining.

"Can you please stop that?" He asked exasperated at El, who sat in her fort fiddling with the super-comm.

El looks to him, before returning to the com, the crackling of the feedback ringing throughout the room.

"Are you deaf?" Mike snapped.

El was determined to keep tinkering away.

"I thought we were friends, you know? But friends tell each other the truth. And they definitely don't lie to each other. You made me think Will was okay, that he was still out there, but he wasn't. He wasn't! Maybe you thought you were helping, but you weren't. You hurt me. Do you understand? What you did sucks. Lucas was right about you. All along."

El's eyes bore into Mike's as he yelled at her. However she sat there, unfazed before turning back to the com. With the final crackle of the com, the distinctive voice of Will Byers rang over the comm and across the room. He was singing. "So come on and let me know, Should I stay or should I go?"

Mike slowly looked up from the picture and towards El. She was looking to him expectantly, blood dripping from her nose.

"Should I stay or should I go now? Should I stay or should I go now?"

Mike jumped off the couch and ran to El, who slowly handed him the super-comm. Mike stared at it in disbelief as he listened to the unmistakable voice of his best friend.

"If I go there will be trouble. If I stay it will be double."

Mike gladly took the comm. His finger pressed firmly on the speaker button he practically yelled into the speaker. "Will, is that you? It's Mike! Do you copy? Over."

El stares at the boy, wishing she could help him more. Alas, she knew Will would be unable to hear him. The room was met with the dreaded static of the other line as Mike waited for a response that would never come. He tried again.

"Will, are you there? Will!"

Mike saw the look on El's face, knowing she had done her best. He dropped his hand to his side.

"Was that... Was it..."

El gave Mike a bittersweet smile.

"Will."

•••

Early into the morning, Joyce stirred awake. She had fallen asleep on the couch, hatchet in hand. She jumped awake when she thought she heard the sound of her boy.

"Mom..."

Looking around the room, she dismissed the voice as nothing more than a figment of her imagination. She turned to see Will standing before her, his voice coming out in a deep distorted tone.

"Mom!"

Startled, she jumped awake to see Jonathan where Will once stood only seconds before, concern carved into his features.

"Mom! Wake up."

"What... What time is it?"

"It's almost 8:00. We have to go."

Joyce shook her head in confusion, trying to blink away the sleep.

"Go where? Where?"

Jonathan hesitated before speaking.

"To see Will."

•••

There was a soft knock at the door.

"Michael? Hi, honey. How are you feeling?"

Karen poked her head into her son's room. Mike stuttered as he lay under the blankets.

"I, uh... I don't think I can go to school today."

"Oh, that's fine, sweetie. I need to drop off Nance, then I'm gonna check in on Barb's parents. Why don't you grab a book or something and come with me? We can stop by the video store on the way back, pick out whatever you want. Even R-rated."

Karen offered, a small smile on her face.

"I think I just want to stay home today. I mean, if that's okay?" He asked, tentatively.

"Well, are you sure you're gonna be all right here by yourself?"

"I think so."

"Okay." She sighed, patting her son on the arm comfortingly.

"If you need anything, call Dad at work."

Mike softly nodded his head.

"Okay."

"Okay."

Karen leaned forward and kissed her son on the forehead. Before stepping out.

"Bye." Mike softly called after his mom.

She turned to him as she closed the door, a smile on her face.

"Bye, sweetie."

As soon as his mother closed the door, Mike jumped up from under the covers, fully clothed. He reached for the super-comm on his bedside table, and extended the antenna.

"Lucas, do you copy? Lucas, come on, I know you're there! This is urgent. I'm serious."

Mike stood up from his bed, continuing into the com. "I'm not gonna stop until you answer. Lucas. Lucas! Lucas, Lucas, Lucas, Lucas, Lucas... Lucas, Lucas, Lucas, Lucas, Lucas, Lucas, Lucas--"

"Go away, Mike." Lucas had sat up in bed, frustrated as he extended the antenna.

"I'm not in the mood, all right? Over and out."

Before Lucas could close the super-comm antenna, Mike's voice had stopped him.

"No, not "out." I'm not messing around, okay? This is about Will. Over."

Lucas paused, not letting himself get his hopes up.

"What about Will? You mean  about his funeral? Over."

"No, not his funeral. Screw his funeral!" Mike spits.

"What?"

"Just get over here stat. And bring Dustin and [Y/N]. Over and out."

•••

Hopper sits anxiously waiting in the lobby of Roane County Coroner. His growing impatience shows from his endless tapping of his foot, and the large sigh he lets out.

"What's taking so long?" He turns, asking the receptionist to his right.

"Well, everything's been a bit chaotic around here without Gary."

"Without Gary? Where's Gary?"

"Well, I thought you knew. Those men from State, they... they sent Gary home last night."

The cogs in Hopper's brain began turning. Yet another thing in this town that felt off to him.

"So who did the autopsy?"

"Someone from State."

•••

Jonathan and Joyce stood facing the window, gazing into the morgue at the sheet that lay lifeless on the table. The two watched as the man behind the mask pulled the sheet down. Joyce remained still and unfazed, while nausea swept over Jonathan who then turn and fled.

"He has a birth mark on his right arm. Can you show that to me, please?" Joyce asked calmly, refusing to believe that was her son laying lifeless on that table.

•••

Hopper was soon joined by Jonathan, the sat in a brief silence before Hopper tried to break the tension.

"How's your mom doing?"

"I don't know." He whispers.

"How long's this stuff been going on? With the lights and, uh... Will and the thing in the wall?"

Jonathan shook his head, not meeting the Chief's eyes.

"Since the first phone call, I guess. You know, she's had anxiety problems... in the past. But this... I don't know."

Jonathan takes a deep, unsteady breath.

"I'm worried it could be... Ugh, I don't know." Jonathan hangs his head in defeat.

"She'll be okay." He sniffles.

"We'll be okay. My mom... She's tough."

Hopper nods his head, a small smile on his face.

"Yeah, she is. Hey," he reaches out and puts a hand on Jonathan's shoulder. "she is."

Jonathan gives Hopper a smile in thanks. Their attention is brought to the doors when they hear the shouts of the coroner.

"Ma'am! Ma'am, I need you to sign!"

"I don't... I don't know what you think that thing is in there, but that is not my son!" Joyce screamed as she stormed through the doors, turning on her heels as she pointed a finger at the disgruntled coroner.

"Joyce, wait a second." Hopper reached out a hand to calm her down.

"No!" She snapped. 

She marched to the door, her son and the coroner calling after her.

"Mom!"

"Ma'am, I-- Ma'am!"

Jonathan ran after his mother, narrowly avoiding the door swinging shut.

•••

The bell at Hawkins High rang throughout the halls, signaling the end of the period. Nancy and Steve stood in the alley by the field.

"So, wait a sec. I don't understand. You went back to my house?" Steve asked, puzzled.

"To look for Barb." Nancy confirmed.

"Yeah, okay, but why didn't you just talk to me? That's crazy." Steve shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I don't know, I... I was scared."

"You seriously think you saw a guy in a mask just hanging out in my yard?"

"I don't think it was a mask."

"But he had no face?" Steve asked, a disapproving yet disbelieving tone evident in his voice.

Nancy felt frustration rising as she knew she wasn't getting to Steve or even explaining correctly. She shook her head.

"I don't know! I don't know, I just... I have a terrible feeling about this."

There was a brief pause before Steve spoke.

"Oh, this is bad. This is really bad." He leaned against the opposite brick wall, panic and concern taking over.

Nancy felt the slightest bit relieved, thinking Steve and herself were finally on the same page, but yet concern.

"What?"

"The cops... they're gonna want to talk to all of us now. Tommy, Carol, everybody who was at the party."

"So?" The anger was rising quickly in Nancy.

"My parents are gonna murder me!"

"Are you serious right now?" She asked in disgust.

"You don't understand. My dad's a grade-A asshole."

"Barb is missing! And you're worried about your dad?" Nancy retorted.

"Okay, just... When you talk to the cops, just... don't mention the beers. It's just gonna get us both in trouble, and Barbara's got nothing to do with it, okay?"

Nancy scoffs.

"I can't believe you right now. I can't believe you." Nancy storms off, leaving Steve in the dirt.

"Nancy. Nancy, wait!" Steve calls, not moving, his feet planted to the ground. 

"Nancy!"

||Reader's POV||

I blink away the tears as I stare at the same wall my eyes haven't left since I woke up. Lucas saw me and Dustin off and made sure we got home. My whole body has been numb since last night. The image of Will laying lifeless on the gurney hasn't left my mind.

I never would have believed it but, I wanted more than anything to be at school rather than staying home today. Mom thinks it was the stress and trauma that made me sick today, but whatever it really is, she insisted I stay home.

I locked myself in my room as soon as I got home, Dustin had filled Mom in on what happened. She had woken me up this morning, apologizing and asking if there was anything she could do to help. But she couldn't do anything. Nobody could. Will, my best friend is gone.

Apparently I was burning up because Mom began freaking out when she felt my forehead. I didn't feel any different apart from grief and heartbreak.

"Alright, sweetie I called the school and they know you're staying home. I wish I could stay with you but I can't miss another work day. I'll be back at the regular time, and you know what number to call if you need anything, okay?"

I felt her hand rub my shoulder as I never broke eye contact with the wall. Tears falling freely down my face and into my hair. My left arm had become numb from laying on my left side.

"Mm." I couldn't even bring myself to speak.

"Bye, sweetie."

I heard her footsteps recede followed by the closing of my bedroom door. I closed my eyes, trying to sleep. But every time my eyes closed I saw it all over again. Will being pulled from the water. I tried to push through it. But my mind began creating scenarios of how he fell in. 

Countless images of him stumbling over the cliff. Or even the horrific thought of his already lifeless body being tossed into the water by a faceless figure that I only assumed to be his murderer. Countless, horrendous scenarios playing like a slideshow in my head and a second wave of pain washed over me as it felt as if someone reached into my chest and squeezed my heart into dust, while another hand punched my gut. I rolled over on my back, I felt the anguish surging through my veins and all the way to my fingertips as a wave of anger erupted from deep within. I heard items fall to the floor somewhere around my room and I figured that in my fit I had slammed my fists too hard against my bed, shaking the room somehow.

I quickly dismissed the odd thought and a second wave of hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

My palms began to sweat as I felt my body temperature rise out of what I could only assume was anger. That must be where my fever had come from but I still didn't understand how that all happened.

I was angry my best friend was taken away from me. I loved him, and he was the closest friend I have ever had. And now he is gone. I still refused to believe it yet my mind was cruel enough to replay the worst moment of my life every time I close my eyes.

Sniffling, I wiped my eyes and sat up. I couldn't stand being alone with nothing else to think about and I looked around my room for anything to take my mind off everything that's been happening.

My eyes scanned the room and then they fell on the all too familiar mix tape Will had lent to me just months ago. A bittersweet smile had made it's way onto my face and I got out of bed. I put the tape in the boombox and pressed play.

"Should I stay or should I go?"

I sat listening to Will's favorite song and I felt a different wave of emotion each over me for once.

That’s when I heard my super-comm go off.

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(A/N; so sososo sorry if this isn’t good, I’m still trying to find my writing style. hope this is good!)

Ship; Mike Wheeler x Reader

Warnings; none

Summary; a popular girl meets an AV club nerd. She helps the club figure out the dangerous situation in Hawkins. While this is happening, Mike and Y/N grow an unexpected relationship.

You were a popular girl in Hawkins. Everyone knew your name. People thought different things from you. You really were a nice person, but since you hung out with girls like Stacy, kids like from the AV club thought you were just as bad.

Once Will went missing, you wanted to help. But, the AV club shut you down. Then, after Will started to have episodes, you clawed back in, and eventually were helping to solve the Hawkins drama.

You were currently at the Byers house, talking about Will’s episodes. You and Max still were a bit confused, but at least knew more than most. Mike had grown a wall between the two of you, making him hate you, but you were too caught up on what was happening in Hawkins, then about your crush on Mike.

“So,” Mike started. “Will had another episode last night, and told me it was getting worse and worse. He can see things now, almost.. He can basically see what is happening in the Upside Down.”

“The Upside Down is.. What again?” you ask, confused still.

“A different dimension, where the Demogorgon took El and Will, keep up.” he said with an eye roll.

“Take a chill pill, just sayin’.”

“At least I can keep up.”

You rolled your eyes and just went to another room, the bathroom. You stood there staring at the mirror, wondering how to get rid of the crush you had on an emo boy. Lucas has told you he is just cranky because he misses his girlfriend, but, you always felt he just had a grudge on you.

For no reason.

You splashed some water on your face, and took a deep breath. You could hear your own voice in your head telling you to just tell him. A part of you think it would be better to get it off your chest, and another part thinks it’ll just ruin everything.

You were gonna tell him.

You walked out of the bathroom, and fixed you hair, then, when you walked out, everyone was shuffling to the door.

“What is going on?”

“C’mon, we’re going to the lab. Hawkins.. Lab.”

All you could do was nod, as Steve brought all of you to the car, and drove off the the lab.

Once you all were there, there was a big growl.

“Go, go, go!” Steve yelled from behind.

Steve was carrying Will, and you all found a room, and set Will down. You also sat down.

Mike was smiling.

“Mike? Why are you smiling?”

He was smiling about you.

“What? Oh, uh,” He scratches his neck. “El, i miss her a lot.”

“You two are too clingy.” Dustin said.

“Who? Me and El?”

“Yep.”

“Yeah, I guess. Clingy couples are annoying.”

“Hey! I have a joke!” you say.

“Which is?” Mike said with a raised eyebrow.

“So, you and El obviously have love at first sight, but..me and you, I believe in hate at first sight!”

Max snorted.

“Ha, ha, so funny,” Mike rolled his eyes. “Why are you even here?”

“Helping-”

“No, you’re probably here to start rumours and send it to all your friends.”

“That’s not true!”

“It probably is.”

He turned around and walked out the door.

“Hey!” “Mike!”

You also turned around to the door and walked out, blocking out Steve’s yells to come back.

“Look, I get it, you miss her-”

“Thats-”

“Stop, let me talk.”

He sighed.

“I may seem like a total bitch but, I’m not. The only reason I’m with those girls is.. Because my family wants me to be perfect, which is.. Someone i’m not. I know how to play DnD..I secretly love science, and.. Of course your guys’s Ghostbusters costumes. What I’m getting at is.. I’m trying to block myself away from what my parents want, then what I want. And this was a good opportunity to show you guys I’m not a bad person, like Stacy.”

“Is this true?”

“Yes, of course. All from the heart.”

You smiled, as he sorta smiled back. You heard a big growl.

“What was that?”

“Jus.. go back inside.”

Mike tried to open the door but it was locked on both sides. He tried and tried but it didn’t work.

“Shit”

You heard it again, but it was even louder.

Mike grabbed your hand and ran to a closet.

“Trust me, okay?”

“Okay.”

You two were dangerously close. Mike, still holding your hand.

The only thing you could hear was the loud growls and his breath.

He pulled you in for a hug. Whic, you weren’t ready for.

“If we do die,” he starts. “I just want you to know.. I-I’m sorry if I was mean to you in the start. I like you, that’s why. And-”

“You like me?”

“Well, yeah. Who couldn’t?”

You smile.

“I-I like you too.”

Right then and there, you two pulled away. Then, Mike kissed you.

Mike Wheeler kissed you.

It was a memorable kiss.

After the kiss, you two just fell into eachothers arms. Very tight. Waiting and waiting.

Then, Hopper opened the door.

“It’s gone. The monsters, let’s go!”

You didn’t even question how he got there, but went along with it.

At the end of the day. You and Mike couldn’t stop staring at eachother.

-one year later-

You and Mike were officially a couple, and you had finally stood up to your parents. You were best friends with the whole AV club, and felt more happy than you thought you could ever be.

You were currently on the balcony with Mike, staring at the stars.

“Remember our first kiss? In the lab?” Mike asked, smiling as you thought.

“Yeah, of course, I could never forget. It was sweet, the way you pulled me in a hug. But, I was shaking with fear that we were gonna die.”

You and him both laugh in unison.

“Speaking of dying, I can’t bare the thought of something like that happening again to you.”

“That was some deep shit, Wheeler.”

But, you smile.

“We’ve become the clingy couple you used to complain about.” you said, grabbing his arm and pulling him in a hug.

“That’s true, but i still love you..”

“I love you more, Wheeler.”

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Hospital Visit // Steve Harrington

Summary: Being pregnant during the time the Gate needs to be closed isn’t the most desired time especially when your boyfriend is Steve Harrington. In your senior year Steve and you were involved in the fight against the Demogorgon. You thought it was done until weird things happen during your return to Hawkins for break while pregnant.

Characters: Steve Harrington x pregnant!Reader, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Max Mayfrield, Eleven, Nancy Wheeler, Billy Hargrove, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers and Chief Jim Hopper.

Words: 3076

Disclaimer: I do not own Stranger Things or the characters involved. I also do not own any gifs or images that may appear. Our desktop theme automatically provides the owner for the gif. Image that does appear, I couldn’t fine the original poster on google images.I only own the reader and the plot.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, angst, pregnancy, and fluff.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Bumping Steve’s age up one year for this fic. Nancy and Jonathan are in senior year of high school while Steve and Reader have graduated.

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You were hot, tired, annoyed and scared having been dragged into this because of your highly protective boyfriend. Steve was intensely protective of you while being freakishly loyal to the kids he had taken under his wing during your senior year when the shit show began.

In your senior year Steve was dragged into the Upside Down business when he was on his way to apologize to both you and Nancy. He didn’t have the balls to directly hurt you so he went the indirect way and used Nancy as the person for the Hawk billboard. You, Nancy and Jonathan had come across it and Steve with Tommy and Carol. You let Nancy deal with it while you just shook your head.

He crawled back to apologize to you with a beat in face as you and the other two tried to take the Demogorgon down. He jumped in and it’s probably the reason you didn’t entirely break up with him. Now on break from community college you were settled into Hopper’s house he was renting you guys after moving into the cabin in the woods with Jane.

“Yeah and we all die!” Steve shouted bringing you back into Byers mentally. You shook your head scanning the room to see the expressions on the kids and your boyfriend.

“What did I miss?” You asked rubbing your lower back.

“Nothing sweetheart.” Steve’s tone of voice changed as he helped you sit down on the couch, “How about you have a nap?”

You shot him a scathing look.

“I’m pregnant Steve, not a child.” You spat wincing as a pain shot through your lower back.

“That’s one point of view.” Dustin nodded ignoring the small spat you and Steve were having, “We need to do something Steve.”

“I’m guessing you all are suggesting a highly stupid plan that’s increasing Steve’s blood pressure?” You asked struggling to climb back on your feet. Sitting was hurting too much with the large belly.

“I got it!” Mike exclaimed making his way to a specific room that you didn’t have the energy to follow to. You get them find whatever they were doing while you stayed in the living room, “This is where the chief dug his hole. This our way into the tunnel. So…here right here. This is the hub.”

“Oh? Yeah, that’s a no!” Steve exclaimed.

“The Mindflayer would call away his army.” Dustin inserted excitedly.

“They’d all come to stop us.” Lucas added gaining the same excitement as Dustin was.

“We circle back to the exit.” Mike said sharing a look with his fellow young friends while slightly still ignoring Max.

“Guys!” Steve exclaimed.

“By the time they realize we’re gone-“

“El would be at the gate.” Max joined in slowly thinking her way through the potential plan that would greatly help.

“Hey! Hey! HEY! This is not happening!” Steve shook his head with much more force than before, “No, no, no, no. No, buts! I promise I’d keep you shitheads safe and that’s exactly what I plan on. We’re staying here. On the bench and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everyone understand?”

“This isn’t a stupid sports game!”

“He said does everybody understand that?!” You shouted from the living room severely annoyed by the stupid dangerous plan.

“I need a year.” Steve slowly calmed down but the revving of a car took the attention away. Your attention was dragged away when you felt your feet get excessively wet and you started to panic.

“Oh fuck!” You swore as a pain crawled around your belly.

“It’s my brother! He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us!” Max gasped leaning against the back of the couch to peer out the window to the very familiar car outside the Byer’s home.

You made your way into the kitchen to not draw attention to yourself once you had pushed a pillow onto the wet mark from your water breaking. You groaned lowly as you leaned down on your forearms on the kitchen counter.

“Y/N?” Steve shouted from the living room.

“Just getting some water!” You called out keeping the pain from your tone. You didn’t need to add to the tension.

You were completely wrapped up in your contraction when the door slammed open with such force it brought you out of your pain. You peaked to see that egotistical Billy Hargrove was standing in the doorway in his mullet wearing glory.

“Well well well.” Billy smirked slamming the door behind him, “Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise. I thought I told you to stay away from him Max.”

You were highly concerned at how close Max was to her older step brother but you can’t exactly help when you’re hours away from pushing a baby from your vagina. You were concerned also where Steve was because he was taking his sweet time from outside.

“Billy, go away.” Max said finally standing up for herself.

“You disobeyed me and you know what happened when you disobey me.”

“Billy-“

“I break things.” Billy finished before shoving Lucas back by the front of his shirt until he was tightly held against a cabinet.

“Get off me!” Lucas weakly exclaimed struggling under the older boys strength. The other kids screaming at the scene.

You made your way into the living room almost blinded by the sheer fury held neatly by the instincts flooding your system. You attributed it to the pregnancy. You carefully watched as Billy kept his mean grip on Lucas.

“Since Maxine won’t listen to me, maybe you will. You stay away from her.” Billy growled before he screamed in the face of the young minor, “STAY AWAY FROM HER. You hear me?”

Lucas was quiet for a moment before he did something he probably shouldn’t have done but you fucking lived for the moment.

“I said GET OFF ME!”

Next thing you know Billy is hunched over from a hard knee shoved into his STD invested, let’s be real here, genitals.

“You are SO dead Sinclair!” Billy seethed, “You’re dead.”

What Billy didn’t realize was that Steve was situated behind him in that state of fury that their calm. It was when Steve shoved Billy around to face him that he noticed exactly what was going to happen.

“No. You are.” Steve calmly spoke before winding his arm back and violently landed a good punch to Billy’s face. At the exact time his fist landed another contraction began and it fucking hurt but the evil laugh by Billy broke through the pain.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all.” Billy said wiping his arm on his face leaving a streak of blood on his arm and face, “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s even telling me about.”

You hissed hunching over inconspicuously to the group in the room. What you wanted was a fucking pain reliever and quiet room!

“Get out.” Steve stated giving Billy a single glance over. You leaned your body over ignoring the situation at hand before the pain passed and you saw that that Billy was landing on the table in the kitchen a few feet away from you.

Billy was punched once more sending him into the counter near the sink where the dishes Steve had done were sitting. Things seemed to be going good for Steve before Billy’s hand searched the counter until it came across a thick plate. Steve then was hit in the head with the plate to your horror and that’s when the game changed with Billy landing a punch on Steve.

“No one tells me what to do.” Billy swore before head butting Steve into the ground. You hated yourself when he was solidly punching Steve constantly.

You didn’t know if it was the desire for the fucking hospital or dealing with the pain that you quickly made your way to Billy. You moved faster than you had since your first trimester and bent down as far as you could before shoving a sharp knife into Billy’s thigh.

“Oh shit!” Dustin’s voice called out as Billy grunted in pain and looked down at the knife in his leg and at you with a blood splattered hand.

Billy stood up almost as if he couldn’t feel the pain and lunged at you before Max tripped him back and shoved a needle in his neck.

“Oh fuck!” You swore leaning over again sweat slowly crawling down your temple. You didn’t hear anything as the pain intensified until it slowly went away.

“What is that?” Dustin gasped seeing the spot on the carpet that was a nicely huge spot of wetness. The pillow had been kicked aside in the fight, “Oh my god.”

“She’s in labor!” Max exclaimed freaking out more holding the keys to Billy’s car.

“We don’t have time.” Mike exclaimed.

“It’s not like we or she has the ability to schedule when she gives birth!” Lucas exclaimed.

“Just go!” You screamed moving towards the door, “We don’t have time. I’ll stay in the car just get the job done!”

Max was driving with Lucas beside her giving directions while Dustin and Mike sat in the backseat shoved into the doors. Steve was out cold while you waiting with bated breathe for the next contraction. The in sync groaning from Steve and you flooded the small space in the car.

“Y/N?” Steve asked looking over at you. His head reached up to touch his face before Dustin grabbed it.

“No, don’t touch it.” Dustin soothed his older friend, “Hey buddy. it’s okay. You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you put up a good fight. You’re okay.”

You grunted leaning over while Mike awkwardly rubbed your back as he had seen you do before.

“Okay, you’re gonna keep straight for a half a mile then make a left on Mount Sinai.” Lucas spoke up to Max.

“What’s going on?! Oh, my god!” Steve started furiously scrambling on his back as he noticed, quite blurry, Max driving and Lucas in the passenger seat.

“Just relax.” Dustin said, “She’s driven before.”

“Yeah, in a parking lot.” Mike sarcastically said stalling his soothing gestures to you to glare over at Dustin.

“That counts.” Lucas defended the red haired girl.

“Oh my god.” Steve gasped looking over at you resting at the painless point.

“They were gonna leave you behind-“ Dustin was cut off by an increasingly panicked Steve.

“Oh my god.”

“I promised that you’d be cool, okay?” Dustin urgently spoke holding the ice pack against Steve’s head.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” Steve exclaimed, “What’s going on?!”

The car lurched faster on the road amid the car filled with young teens, a pain filled young girl and her beaten boyfriend. He didn’t need to know that you were going to be a parent within a day at most.

“Oh my god. No! Whoa, stop the car! Slow down.”

“I told you he’d freak out.” You muttered wincing at the speed the car was travelling. You didn’t like how dangerous and stupid this plan was but something needed to be done.

“Stop the car!”

“Everybody shut up! I’m trying to focus!” Max screamed frustrated by the boys and you if she was honest.

“Peace would be greatly appreciated.” You added sighing.

“Oh wait! That’s Mount Sinai. Make a left!” Lucas shouted pointing to the turn just a little up ahead.

“What?” Max demanded looking over.

“Make a left!” You screamed at the young girl bracing for the turn you had a feeling would either be success or send you in a roll over. You hit the mail box and went onto the grass as everyone started screeching and thrown around the car at the tight turn. You fucking swore the car went on two wheels.

“Ah hello!” Steve screamed at the car came to a sharp stop in front of the hole to hell otherwise known as the Upside Down tunnels.

“Whoa.” Dustin breathed.

“Incredible.” Mike spoke staring out the front of the car.

“I told you Zoomer.” Max said getting out of the car. Mike got out before helping you out also to get on the ground where you leant down on the hood breathing through another contraction as the group collected the items to go down into the tunnels.

“Guys. Oh no.” Steve spoke stumbling around on his feet seeing the kids suiting up in gloves, goggles, and clothes wrapped around mouths, “Guys. Hey, where do you think you’re going? What are you, deaf? Hello!”

“Calm down.” You spoke glancing up at him but Steve completely disregarded your words.

“We are not going down there right now. I made myself clear. Hey, there’s no chance we’re going to that hole, all right? This ends now!”

“Steve, you’re upset. I get it but the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance and it is our duty to provide that assistance. Now I know you promised everyone that you would keep us safe.” Dustin said grabbing another bag from the trunk, “So keep us safe.”

“Y/N stays here.” Steve said towards everyone.

“Should we tell him…?” Max whispered to Lucas as they handed a thick blanket to you sitting in the passenger seat.

“No.” Lucas shook his head.

“We don’t need him worse than he is right now. Besides it will be hours before she needs the hospital.” Mike said as he dropped the rope down into the hole as the other congregated at the hole.

“Let’s burn this shit.” Dustin spoke as they started down the hole.


“Be safe.” You called out to the group before settling back into the car that you locked once they all went down, “Okay baby let’s wait until everything’s over.”

You didn’t know how much time passed from the moment they dropped down in the hole before they scrambled out. You cracked the window when the lights of the car went out and then on.

“We should get to the hospital.” Dustin spoke up looking over at Steve, “Y/N’s been in labor for a while.”

“WHAT?!” Steve screamed at the kids looking over as you were once more outside the car leaning on the hood, “How long?”


“Since before you fought with Billy.” Max spoke up as Steve raced to the car helping you into the passenger seat again.    

“Get the hell in the car!” Steve shouted speeding when the doors were barely shut.

“I can’t do this!” You screamed looking at your patched up boyfriend. You had been pushing for so fucking long.

The night had bled into the early morning by the time you were in the delivery room in the same hospital Will was at. Separate rooms the party would take shifts outside each door freaking out for when Will would wake up and when the new member of the party would join.

“Come on sweetheart.” The nurse spoke from your one side, “You’re doing the hardest but most fulfilling job in the world.”

“You can do it.” Steve spoke, “After the weeks we’ve had?”

You followed the doctor’s steps bearing down hard for another half hour before a loud cry split the air amid your screaming. In a blur Steve cut the baby’s umbilical cord before the baby was placed on your chest for a few minutes.

“We’ll get her cleaned up and checked out.” The nurse said gently taking the baby from you, “We’ll be right back.”

She was right. Your sweet daughter was brought back to you and Steve cooing softly before Steve was given permission to take her to the care while you delivered the placenta.

Time passed as you gazed down at Ellie’s face as she rested in your arms in the private room with Steve wrapped around you. Soon enough the door gently opened revealing the kids, Nancy and the Byers in the doorway.

“Hey.” Nancy whispered making her way to your bedside, “Oh my gosh.”

“Is it a boy?” Dustin inquired.

The group came closer to see the little pink hat on the baby’s head as she yawned earning a collective aw. Joyce wrapped her arm around Will’s shoulders as he rested in the wheelchair.

“No, Dustin.” You gently smiled down at your daughter, “We want you to meet Eleanor Jane Harrington.”

Eleven gasped from the group as she came closer to the little girl in your arms.

“We decided to name her after a special girl that brought Y/N and I closer. Someone stronger than we have ever met with a kind soul despite the horror she faced.” Steve said looking at Eleven, “We’re hoping you would like to be her god mother.”

“God mother?” Eleven inquired before Joyce explained it easily, “Yes.”

“Welcome to the party.” Dustin spoke moving closer, “I’m going to kill anyone that hurts you. Uncle Dustin won’t ever let harm hurt you.”

You silently cried as Dustin moved closer to peer at the little girl before Steve lead him to the chair situated by the bed. Everyone held their breathe as Steve placed Ellie in Dustin’s arms and instructed him how to hold her.

“I was bullied because I’m different.” Dustin said peering down at the little girl, “I have a condition called cleidocranial dysplasia that makes me different. Your mom and dad are seriously cool and if you ever need a friend or your hurt because you’re different. I’m going to be right there silently planning a slow death.”

“Hey Jonathan?” Steve said looking up at his friend, “I know we weren’t the greatest friends…well I was a douche to you but I want you to know. You’re one of my best friends.”


“Thanks.” Jonathan spoke quietly from his brother’s side.

“That being said. Y/N and I want you to be Ellie’s godfather.” Steve said looking up at Jonathan. Jonathan wordlessly walked over and pulled Steve into a tight hug. Not one of the bro hugs but a serious hug.

“I’m going to make him an offer he can’t refuse.” Lucas piped up with a grin before Dustin, Mike, Will and even Hopper joined in.

“You see, Johnny, we feel that entertainment is going to be a-“

Ellie’s cry burst their movie portrayal scaring the living shit out of Dustin as he held her before Steve took her to bounce her to soothe his little girl.

“I’d be honoured.” Jonathan said leaning down to hug you.

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