#will byers x sibling reader

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Prelude: June 15th 1977

Prelude ; Ch.1 ; Ch.2 ; Ch.3 ; Ch.4 ; Ch.5 ; Ch. 6 ;  Ch.7 ; Ch. 8 ;

Ch. 9 available on 01/17/2025

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The Hendersons' house buzzed with childhood energy, and the high-pitched laughter of the two six-year-olds echoing from room to room. Dustin Henderson, a heavier set boy with tight, springy curls that seemed to have a life of their own, darted across the living room in his dinosaur-patterned pajamas, clutching a half-inflated balloon. His gap-toothed grin widened as he whipped it into the air, his movements brimming with the endless energy of youth.

Across from him, Mike Wheeler, taller, lanky, and with straight, dark hair that constantly flopped into his wide, curious eyes, scrambled to catch the balloon before it hit the floor. His cheeks were flushed from laughter, and his striped socks slid comically on the hardwood floor as he dove for the prize.

The faint clinking of dishes came from the kitchen, where Claudia Henderson hummed a tune over the sink, the sound blending with the chaos of the living room. Another balloon POPPED with a sharp crack, causing both boys to freeze for a split second before erupting into uncontrollable giggles, their laughter filling the house with a pure, unrestrained joy.

"Did you see that?!" Dustin exclaimed, doubling over as he clutched his sides.

"Yeah! You totally exploded it!" Mike gasped between laughs, collapsing onto the carpet with a dramatic flair. The two rolled around like puppies, their joy uncontainable, the balloon forgotten as their attention was pulled to the front door creaking open, and the sound of Joyce Byers’ cheerful voice filled the Hendersons’ house. “We’re here! Sorry we’re late—the car wouldn’t start again!” she called, ushering her children inside. She carried a brightly wrapped gift under one arm and balanced a plate of brownies in the other.

Trailing behind her were Jonathan and Joanna, both ten but strikingly different in presence. Jonathan hung back slightly, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he clutched a Polaroid camera close to his chest. He surveyed the lively scene with quiet curiosity, already composing shots in his mind. Joanna, on the other hand, burst through the doorway like a firecracker, her wild curls bouncing with every step. Her untied shoelaces slapped against the floor as she waved a handmade card in the air.

“Where’s the birthday girl?!” Joanna shouted, her voice carrying easily over the chaos. Without waiting for an answer, she charged into the living room, nearly colliding with Mike and Dustin. Will, sticking close to Jonathan’s side, smiled shyly at his friends before letting go of his brother’s hand and running to join them.

In the kitchen, Claudia greeted Joyce with a warm hug, while Donna peeked in from the living room. “Happy birthday, Donna!” Joyce said brightly, setting the plate of brownies on the counter. Donna smiled, her hands clasped behind her back, her charm on full display even at ten. “Thanks, Mrs. Byers!” she chirped, her eyes darting toward the gift Joyce had brought.

Nancy Wheeler, already perched at the edge of the couch in a neatly pressed floral dress, gave Joanna a raised eyebrow as her friend skidded to a stop beside her. “You’re going to trip and break your neck one day,” Nancy said matter-of-factly, smoothing the skirt of her dress.

“Only if I’m lucky!” Joanna shot back with a mischievous grin, flopping down next to Nancy and immediately yanking the neatly arranged throw pillows onto the floor.

Barb Holland, sitting cross-legged on the carpet with a book in her lap, glanced up from her reading. “Donna, is this going to be another one of those parties where Joanna gets us all in trouble?” she asked, her skepticism evident even at four years old.

Donna laughed, plopping down between Nancy and Joanna, her mustard yellow cardigan slipping off one shoulder. “Always. That’s what makes it fun.” She tugged Joanna’s curls playfully. “And we love her for it. Right, Nancy?”

Nancy sighed dramatically, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “I guess.”

As the four girls sat together, their differences became as clear as their bond was strong. Donna, with her quick wit and magnetic energy, effortlessly drew them all in. Joanna, with her bold and impulsive nature, kept them on their toes. Nancy’s steady, practical demeanor grounded the group, while Barb’s quiet wisdom and thoughtful observations added depth beyond their years.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Jonathan had slipped off to take pictures, snapping candid shots of Dustin and Will trying to outdo each other with balloon tricks. He lingered near the edge of the room, content to observe from a distance while Joanna’s laughter rang out like a bell, loud and uninhibited.

Joyce, watching from the kitchen, exchanged a knowing look with Claudia. “It’s funny, isn’t it?” Joyce said, smiling softly. “How they’re all so different, but they just click.”

Claudia nodded, her gaze lingering on Donna as she leaned into the group of girls, her birthday crown slightly askew on top of her head as her two uneven pig-tails held shield her tight brown curls from her face. “Yeah. They balance each other out. Just like siblings, in a way.”

It was a modest celebration, but to Donna, it felt like the world had come together just for her. Yellow and pink streamers crisscrossed the ceiling in a haphazard pattern—a collaborative effort by Dustin and her father,  Robert that somehow added to the charm. The centerpiece of the room was the birthday cake, a slightly lopsided chocolate creation with “Happy Birthday, Donna!” written in bright green frosting by Claudia. In the corner, a cluster of balloons bobbed gently, one shaped like a dancer mid-leap drawing her attention to it all afternoon.

“Okay, next up: musical chairs!” Robert’s booming voice announced as he clapped his hands.

The kids scrambled to set up the chairs, their energy infectious. Jonathan Byers quietly stepped in, adjusting the arrangement with the precision of someone determined to avoid any mishaps. Nancy hovered nearby, already calculating her best strategy, her mind hard at work. Joanna, meanwhile, was too excited to plan, practically bouncing in place as she urged everyone to hurry up.

The record player crackled to life, filling the room with the upbeat rhythms of ABBA’s Dancing Queen.

The kids circled the chairs, their faces a mixture of focus and playfulness. Joanna danced with exaggerated Broadway-style flair, her arms outstretched dramatically. Dustin and Will were giggling uncontrollably, their movements clumsy as they tried to keep up.

Barb hung back hesitantly, her practicality telling her this might not be her game. Donna wouldn’t have it. She grabbed Barb’s hand and pulled her into the circle. “Come on, Barb! It’s fun!”

The first round ended with a dramatic flop from Mike, who missed a chair and landed on the floor with a theatrical groan. “I’ve been betrayed by my legs!” he cried, earning laughter from everyone, including a rare chuckle from Jonathan.

The music started again. Dustin, ever the joker, decided to turn the game into his own performance. He wiggled his hips dramatically, throwing in a few exaggerated spins. Donna and Will couldn’t stop laughing at his antics, but his theatrics proved to be his downfall. When the music stopped, Dustin froze mid-pose, realizing too late that he was out of reach.

“Nooo!” he cried, collapsing to the floor in mock defeat.

Will patted him on the back, ever the peacekeeper. “You almost had it, Dustin.”

Dustin grinned, brushing it off. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be your personal cheerleader now!”

Jonathan, more deliberate than the others, moved steadily around the circle. But his lack of aggression cost him. When the music stopped, he was just a step too far from the nearest chair.

He shrugged, offering a small smile. “Guess I’m out.”

Joanna threw her hands in the air, teasing him. “Jonathan, where’s your fire? You’ve gotta want it!”

He chuckled softly, retreating to the sidelines. “I’ll leave the glory to you.”

As the circle tightened, Barb moved cautiously, staying close to the chairs with calculated steps. Joanna, in contrast, leapt and twirled like she was performing for a packed theater. The music stopped, and chaos erupted. Barb hesitated just a fraction too long, and Joanna slid into the last chair with a victorious grin.

“Sorry, Barb!” Joanna exclaimed, though her grin made it clear she wasn’t sorry at all.

Barb laughed softly, shaking her head. “I don’t think I’m cut out for this game anyway.

The final three—Nancy, Joanna, and Donna—circled the last two chairs. Nancy moved with sharp precision, her steps deliberate and controlled. Joanna, ever the firecracker, was unpredictable, bouncing and twirling like a whirlwind. Donna found herself weaving between their two extremes, her movements graceful and fluid.

When the music stopped, Donna found herself just a second too slow. She laughed, stepping back. “I’ll cheer for you guys!”

Nancy and Joanna faced off, the room buzzing with excitement. Joanna’s energy was electric, her eyes fixed on the prize. Nancy remained calm and collected, her every step measured.

The music started, and they began circling the last chair. Joanna threw in dramatic spins, her arms flaring out like a star on stage, while Nancy moved with quiet focus.

When the music stopped, it was almost too close to call. Joanna dove for the chair, nearly knocking it over, but Nancy was quicker. She slid into place with practiced ease, adjusting the skirt of her dress as if the win had been inevitable.

Joanna threw her hands up in mock outrage. “Nooo! I was so close!”

Nancy smirked, tilting her head playfully. “Close, but not close enough.”

The room erupted in cheers. Dustin ran up to Nancy, bowing dramatically. “All hail the Queen of Chairs!”

Joanna laughed, shaking her head. “Rematch next year. I’ll take the crown!”

Nancy rolled her eyes, a rare grin spreading across her face. “We’ll see.”

Donna stood back, clapping for her friends as a wave of warmth washed over her. The house was filled with life, the kind of joy that lingered long after the music stopped. This wasn’t just a game—it was a memory, one they’d all carry with them, tucked away like a cherished keepsake.

While the lively sounds of Dancing Queen and the children’s laughter filled the living room, the kitchen was a world apart. Claudia leaned against the counter, arms crossed, her eyes following the movement of her hands as they idly traced patterns on the edge of a dish towel. The faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional burst of laughter from the party were the only sounds accompanying her.

Robert entered quietly, the small velvet box tucked discreetly in his hand. He glanced at Claudia and hesitated for a moment before stepping closer.

“You’ve been hiding out,” he said softly, his tone teasing but gentle.

Claudia glanced up, offering a tired but warm smile. “Just taking a breather. It’s a good party.” Her gaze flicked toward the doorway, where the sound of Donna’s laugh spilled into the room. “She’s happy. That’s what matters.”

Robert leaned against the counter beside her, the easy camaraderie of years of shared experience settling between them. “She’s more than happy. She’s glowing.” He paused, looking at Claudia. “That’s because of you, you know.”

Claudia scoffed lightly, shaking her head. “Don’t give me all the credit. You’re the one who went overboard with the balloons.”

He grinned. “Hey, every party needs a little pizzazz. Besides,” he added, lifting the small box into view, “I still have my ace in the hole.”

Claudia’s expression softened as she eyed the box, her hands falling still. “You’re really giving it to her today?”

Robert nodded, his grin fading into something more thoughtful. “She’s old enough now. And I want her to have it while it still feels like... a gift, not a memory.”

Claudia swallowed hard, her arms tightening across her chest. Her smile wavered, and for a moment, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “She’s going to love it.” Her voice was steady but thick with emotion.

“I hope so,” Robert said, opening the box just enough for Claudia to glimpse the delicate silver chain and the tiny ballerina pendant. The charm sparkled faintly in the warm kitchen light.

Claudia reached out, brushing a finger over the pendant. “She’ll treasure it. She always treasures what you give her.”

Robert closed the box gently and turned to face Claudia fully. “You know,” he began, his voice dropping to a quieter, more intimate tone, “I couldn’t do this without you. You’ve held everything together—Donna, Dustin, this house, me.”

Claudia laughed softly, the sound equal parts humor and disbelief. “You’re giving me too much credit. Half the time, I’m just winging it.”

“Yeah, well,” Robert said with a lopsided smile, “you’re a pretty good wingman.” He reached out, squeezing her hand briefly.

For a moment, they stood in silence, the sounds of the party washing over them like a distant tide. It was a rare moment of stillness in their busy, complicated lives—a reminder that even in the chaos of parenthood and the challenges of the day to day, they still had these fleeting moments of partnership.

Claudia exhaled deeply and straightened, her smile returning with more certainty. “You better get back out there before they wonder where you are.”

Robert nodded, holding up the box. “Wish me luck.”

“You don’t need it,” Claudia said, her voice warm. “She’s going to remember this forever.”

As Robert walked back into the living room, Claudia lingered for a moment longer. She wiped at her eyes quickly, then turned to the sink, letting the sound of the children’s laughter fill the quiet once more. The sound of Robert’s footsteps faded and the joyful clamor of the living room grew louder, as Claudia stayed rooted to the spot, her fingers clutching the edge of the countertop. The laughter filtering through the walls was bright and warm, but it couldn’t quite drown out the hum of her own thoughts.

She let out a shaky breath, brushing a stray curl from her face as her gaze fell on the sink full of dishes. It wasn’t that the task was daunting; it was that it felt so normal, so mundane, against the weight of the day.

Her mind wandered to Donna, who was somewhere in the other room, likely glowing under the adoration of her friends and the excitement of the party. Claudia smiled softly, though it was tinged with sadness. Donna was growing up so fast—too fast.

Ten years old already, Claudia thought, her heart tightening. It feels like just yesterday she was toddling around, holding onto my legs while I tried to cook dinner.

She thought of Robert’s words: You’ve held everything together. It had felt like a compliment, but it also felt like a mirror held up to all the ways she hadn’t. She tried her best every single day, but there were nights she lay awake, wondering if her best would ever be enough.

The necklace Robert was about to give Donna brought a lump to her throat. She could still remember the day he’d bought it—how he’d come home from work with a mischievous smile, holding the little velvet box behind his back like he was hiding a secret.

“Just a little something,” he’d said then, “for when she’s older and ready for it.”

It had seemed so far away at the time. Claudia had teased him about being sentimental, but now she wished she’d held onto that moment a little longer. Life had seemed so steady then, so solid. She hadn’t known how quickly the ground could shift beneath her feet.

Claudia blinked quickly, brushing away the tears that threatened to spill. She couldn’t let herself go there—not today, not on Donna’s birthday. This day was for her, and she deserved every ounce of happiness.

She straightened her posture, forcing herself to take a deep breath. She looked toward the doorway, where the laughter seemed to pulse with life.

You’re doing okay, she told herself, the words more of a plea than a reassurance. They’re happy. That’s what matters. 

Claudia closed her eyes and let the ache wash over her, just for a moment.

When she opened them again, the sounds of the party pulled her back. Donna’s laugh rang out above the others, pure and bright, and Claudia couldn’t help but smile.

“She’s happy,” she whispered to herself, as if saying it aloud might make it feel more real. She grabbed the dishrag and wiped her hands, composing herself before stepping back into the dining room. The party wasn’t over yet, and there was still so much joy to be shared.

Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of the Hendersons’ home. The faint scent of freshly baked cake lingered in the air as Donna sat cross-legged on the carpet, a rainbow of wrapping paper scattered around her as she eagerly unwrapped her birthday gifts. At ten years old, she was the picture of joy—her wavy hair clamped beneath a birthday crown and tied into two uneven pigtails with bright yellow ribbons that matched her sunny smile, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Dustin was beside her, clutching a box he was clearly dying to open himself.

Around her were her best friends—Nancy, Joanna, and Barb—all giggling and whispering to each other as they watched her unwrap another gift. Dustin bursting with energy beside her, tugging on his best friend Will's sleeve and whispering secrets. Mike was busy trying to poke holes into the balloon animal Nancy had carefully crafted earlier, much to her irritation.

Jonathan stood off to the side near the record player, isolating himself from all the commotion quietly flipping through the Hendersons’ modest vinyl collection.

Robert was seated on the couch, cradling the small velvet box in his hands. His smile was soft, the kind of smile that held the weight of the moment in a way only a parent could understand. Claudia, ever the multitasking mother, moved in and out of the kitchen, chatting with Karen Wheeler and Joyce while keeping an eye on the kids.

“Alright, Donna,” Robert said, leaning forward. “Time for the final gift. This one’s special.”

He looked at her with a warmth that could have melted the hardest heart.

Donna’s eyes widened as she took the box. She opened it carefully, her fingers trembling with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. Inside was a delicate silver necklace, the charm of a dancer mid-spin catching the light like a tiny star.

Her jaw dropped. "Dad, it’s beautiful!"

Robert grinned, his expression a mixture of pride and tenderness. "I saw it in a shop downtown. You’ve been working so hard in dance class, Donna. I thought you deserved something special to remind you how proud I am of you." He gestured to the charm. "Whenever you wear this, remember that I’m always cheering for you, no matter what."

Donna felt her chest swell with happiness as she gently lifted the necklace out of the box. "Can I wear it now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course," Robert replied, standing up to fasten it around her neck. "There. Perfect."

Donna jumped up as her father fastened the necklace around her neck, the charm resting lightly against her collarbone. She twirled in the middle of the room, the delicate dancer charm catching the sunlight with every spin.

“It’s perfect for you, Donna,” Nancy said, stepping closer. Her sharp eye immediately noticed the intricate details on the charm. She leaned in, her expression thoughtful. “The engraving is so precise. It’s like a tiny work of art.” She smiled, a little shyly, but her admiration was genuine. “It’s beautiful. Just like your dancing.”

Joanna standing beside Nancy, bounced on her toes radiating excitement. “Ugh, I’m jealous! That is so cool, Donna!” she exclaimed, reaching out but stopping just short of touching it. “It’s like... when you’re famous one day and performing in New York or something, you’ll wear this on stage, and we can all say we were there when it all started!” She grinned, her enthusiasm so infectious that Donna couldn’t help but laugh.

Barb Holland hung back for a moment, her caution making her hesitate. But then she stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the charm. “It’s really special,” she said softly, her voice steady and sincere. She met Donna’s gaze, her lips curving into a rare smile. “Your dad knows you so well. It’s not just pretty—it’s you.”

Nancy nodded in agreement, ever practical. “You should keep it safe, though. Don’t wear it when we’re outside playing or something.”

Joanna groaned dramatically. “Nance, she just got it! Let her show it off!”

Barb chuckled quietly, the corners of her mouth lifting. “She has a point, though. But maybe don’t listen to us right now. It’s your birthday, after all.”

Donna’s heart swelled as she looked at her friends, each of their words weaving a moment she knew she’d treasure forever. She fingered the charm lightly and grinned. “Thanks, guys. I’m never taking it off.”

Joanna gasped, throwing her hands in the air. “Never ever? Even in the shower?”

Nancy rolled her eyes, muttering, “Joanna, that’s not what she means.”

Barb shook her head with a quiet laugh. “Some things never change.”

From the kitchen doorway, Claudia paused her conversation, a faint smile playing on her lips. But her eyes flickered with something deeper—an unspoken worry, a weight only she carried.

Jonathan adjusted the record player, and soft music began to play. Nancy and Joanna grabbed Donna’s hands, pulling her into an impromptu dance while the boys watched, laughing at their dramatic spins. Dustin and Will tried to mimic their movements but quickly dissolved into a pile of giggles. Even Barb was coaxed into joining, a rare and fleeting moment of carefreeness.

The house was filled with laughter, music, and the lighthearted joy of childhood.

“Promise me one thing,” Robert said as Donna’s spinning slowed. He knelt in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “No matter what happens, keep dancing. Never stop.”

Donna beamed, her energy radiating confidence and certainty. “I promise!”

“Alright, everyone! Gather around!” Robert’s voice cut through the chatter, carrying a playful edge that immediately drew the kids’ attention. His grin was wide and full of mischief, promising something exciting. “It’s time for the talent show challenge!”

Donna’s eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands in delight. “Yes! I’ve been waiting for this!” Her feet practically bounced off the floor as her enthusiasm radiated through the room.

The kids shuffled into the living room, jostling each other with friendly elbows and nudges as they arranged themselves in a semi-circle around the makeshift stage. It was nothing more than a cleared space in the middle of the room, outlined with brightly colored masking tape, but to them, it felt like a real performance hall.

Nancy stood with her arms crossed, skepticism written across her face. “Do we have to?” she asked, her tone laced with mock reluctance. But there was a telltale gleam of curiosity in her eyes.

“Yes!” Donna replied dramatically, pointing a finger at her friend. “Participation is mandatory. House rules.”

Claudia appeared in the doorway with a tray of juice boxes, her soft smile framed by a mix of exhaustion and affection. “Don’t look at me. This one’s all Robert.”

Robert chuckled as he held up a small notepad, his energy infectious. “Here’s how it works: each of you will perform a talent—anything you like! Singing, dancing, magic tricks, impressions... whatever. The rest of us will vote for our favorite. No pressure, just fun.”

Joanna shot up like a firework. “I’m first!”

“Not fair!” Dustin groaned, flopping backward onto the carpet in protest. “You’re always first!”

Joanna stuck out her tongue, then strutted into the “spotlight,” bowing theatrically. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she declared, tossing imaginary rose petals, “prepare to be amazed!”

She launched into a whirlwind of a Broadway-style routine, belting out ‘Tomorrow’ from the movie, Annie,  as she spun and leapt across the room. Her moves were exuberant and a little uncoordinated, but her sheer confidence had everyone grinning. She ended with an exaggerated flourish, one hand on her hip and the other stretched toward the ceiling.

The room erupted in cheers and applause. “Ten out of ten!” Donna announced, clapping enthusiastically.

“Thank you, thank you,” Joanna said, bowing deeply. “Your turn, peasants.”

Dustin and Will Byers huddled together, whispering furiously before stepping forward. “We present... Dustin the Magnificent and his assistant, Will!” Dustin declared, miming the placement of a top hat on his head.

Their performance was a glorious disaster. Dustin fumbled through a card trick with dramatic flair, while Will attempted to “levitate” a balloon by subtly blowing it upward. Trying and failing to make Mike disappear behind a raised blanket. The result was chaotic and hilarious, leaving the audience clutching their sides with laughter. Even Barb let out a rare, full-bellied giggle.

Nancy reluctantly stood when her name was called. “Fine,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “I’ll show you my talent.”

With a surprising air of composure, she recited a poem from memory. Her voice was steady, her delivery heartfelt, and as her words flowed, even the usually restless Joanna stilled.

“Didn’t know you had that in you, Wheeler,” Jonathan said with a small nod of approval as the applause faded.

Nancy smirked, her cheeks slightly pink. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Byers.”

Barb hesitated when it was her turn, her hands twisting nervously. “I don’t really... I mean, I’m not good at...”

“Anything counts, Barb!” Donna encouraged warmly, her tone inviting.

After a long pause, Barb stepped forward and launched into a surprisingly accurate impression of one of their strictest teachers, Ms. Pritchett. Her exaggerated frown and high-pitched scolding voice had the room howling with laughter, and Barb couldn’t help but smile as she returned to her seat.

Jonathan, as always, tried to fade into the background, but Donna was having none of it. She grabbed his arm and practically dragged him to the front.

“Fine,” he muttered, reaching for Robert’s acoustic guitar resting in the corner.

The room fell silent as he strummed a soft melody, the gentle tune weaving through the air. Jonathan’s fingers moved with quiet confidence, and though the song was simple, it carried a depth of feeling that left everyone in awe.

“That was amazing!” Donna exclaimed, her smile radiant as the applause thundered.

Finally, it was Donna’s turn. She stepped into the center, her excitement palpable. “This one’s for all of you,” she said, giving a playful bow.

With practiced grace, she began her ballet routine. Her movements flowed effortlessly, every step a testament to years of dedication and passion. The crowded living room faded away as Donna danced, her expression radiant with joy.

When she finished, the room erupted into cheers, Robert leading with a standing ovation. “And the winner is... Donna!” he declared, though the others immediately began protesting.

“No way!” Joanna shouted. “I demand a recount!”

“Clearly, I should’ve won,” Dustin said, crossing his arms in mock indignation.

Donna laughed as she looked around at the lively group, her heart swelling. “How about this,” she said, her voice full of warmth. “We all won.”

Dustin groaned, tossing a couch cushion at her. “Cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard!”

But despite the teasing, the glow in the room was undeniable. The talent show had turned into more than just a game—it was a moment of shared happiness, one that would linger in their hearts long after the night was over. The talent show’s laughter and applause had faded, replaced by the quieter hum of goodbyes. Claudia, moving with the practiced grace of a seasoned hostess, ushered the departing guests toward their coats and shoes, her smile warm but tinged with the exhaustion of a long day.

Near the front door, Jonathan held Will’s coat draped over one arm, his stance relaxed but attentive. He bent slightly to meet Donna’s gaze, offering a small, genuine smile. “Happy birthday, Donna,” he said, his voice soft, almost shy.

Donna beamed up at him, her cheeks still flushed from the excitement of the evening. “Thanks, Jonathan! Bye, Will! Bye, Mike!” she called, waving enthusiastically as the boys shuffled out into the cool night.

Dustin lingered, his overnight bag slung haphazardly over one shoulder. He bounded toward Donna, wrapping her in a quick hug that carried the familiar scent of outdoors and sugary treats. “See ya tomorrow, sis!” he said with a grin before darting after Will and Jonathan, his laughter fading as the door clicked shut behind him.

The house felt larger as the crowd thinned, leaving behind a trail of streamers, confetti, and the faint scent of frosting. Only Nancy, Joanna, and Barb remained, their presence a quieter echo of the party’s earlier chaos.

Nancy leaned against the couch, her posture casual but her expression carrying the quiet thrill of possibility. “Looks like it’s just us,” she said, adjusting her sleeve with a graceful flick of her wrist.

Joanna, ever dramatic, threw an arm around Donna’s shoulders and grinned. “Sleepover time!” she proclaimed, her voice bright and full of mischief.

Barb, perched near the remnants of the cake, cast a skeptical glance at the scattered decorations. “Should we even bother cleaning up?” she asked, her tone practical but tinged with hope for a reprieve.

From the kitchen, Claudia’s voice floated over the clinking of dishes. “Leave it,” she said, waving them off with a motherly warmth. “It’s Donna’s special day. You girls go have fun.”

Robert appeared, balancing a tray of leftover cake slices with theatrical precision. “Just remember,” he said, his grin mischievous, “no staying up too late, and no scary stories that’ll have you waking us up at 2 a.m.”

Joanna shot him a mock salute. “No promises!” she called as the girls retreated to Donna’s room, their giggles trailing behind them like a ribbon.

Donna’s room was a treasure trove of childhood whimsy. Posters of ballerinas twirled across the walls, their delicate forms caught mid-dance, while fantastical landscapes hinted at faraway adventures. Stuffed animals crowded the corners like a soft, silent audience. Joanna wasted no time claiming the bed, flopping onto it with theatrical flair and pulling a plush unicorn into her lap.

“So,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “what’s the first order of sleepover business?”

Nancy perched gracefully on the edge of the bed, her fingers idly smoothing the hem of her dress. “We could play a game or do makeovers,” she suggested, her voice calm but inviting. “Something fun but not too messy.”

Joanna groaned, dramatically rolling her eyes. “Makeovers are so boring. Let’s tell ghost stories!”

Barb, sitting cross-legged on the rug, shifted uncomfortably. “Maybe we could just... talk?” she suggested, her voice hesitant but hopeful. “About normal stuff?”

Donna, glowing from the day’s excitement, settled beside Barb on the floor. “We can do a little of everything,” she offered with a warm smile, her excitement contagious.

They began with “Truth or Dare,” the game quickly descending into laughter as Joanna repeatedly chose “dare,” resulting in an impromptu silly dance, a drawn-on mustache, and a hilariously failed attempt at braiding Donna’s hair. Nancy, ever composed, stuck to “truth,” revealing a carefully guarded crush on Jonathan that left Donna squealing in delight and Joanna in theatrical disgust. Barb, after much coaxing, dared to sing her favorite song, her shy voice faltering but earnest, earning an eruption of applause.

Later, with the lights dimmed and flashlights in hand, Joanna took center stage. She angled her flashlight under her chin, casting eerie shadows across her face, and launched into an exaggerated ghost story about a haunted forest. Her voice rose and fell with practiced suspense, her words weaving an atmosphere so vivid that Donna clutched her blanket tighter, her wide eyes flicking toward the window.

“That’s not real... right?” Donna whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Of course not,” Nancy said, her tone confident, though her gaze darted to the darkened corners of the room.

Barb, visibly uneasy, glanced at the door. “Can we talk about something else now?”

Sensing her friend’s discomfort, Donna leaned forward. “How about a friendship pact instead?” she suggested, her voice warm and inviting.

Joanna groaned but couldn’t resist a smile. “Fine. What’s the pact?”

Donna flipped open the purple glittery notebook, its pages already filled with fragments of her childhood—stickers, doodles, and notes from past adventures. She smoothed the page, her fingers trailing over the faint sparkle of the cover.

“Okay,” she said, her voice steady but tinged with excitement, “let’s each write a promise, something we’ll always do for each other, no matter what.” She handed the pen to Joanna, who snatched it eagerly.

Joanna’s tongue poked out in concentration as she bent over the page. Her handwriting was messy, the letters leaning into each other as if impatient to escape the pen. “I promise to always make you laugh, even when things feel hopeless,” she wrote. She added a dramatic flourish at the end and then surrounded her words with tiny stars.

“Because what’s life without laughter?” she said, grinning as she passed the notebook to Nancy.

Nancy held the pen delicately, her expression serious. She paused for a moment, her brows furrowed in thought. Then, in her neat, precise cursive, she wrote, “I promise to always tell the truth, even when it’s hard.” She underlined the word truth twice, her hand lingering over the page before she passed the notebook along.

“I think honesty is the most important thing in a friendship,” she said softly, looking at each of them in turn. “No secrets.”

Barb took the notebook next, her hands hesitating over the glittery cover. She held the pen tightly, as though the promise carried great weight. In careful, blocky letters, she wrote, “I promise to listen when you need someone to talk to.” She added a small heart at the bottom of her words, her cheeks pink as she looked up.

“Sometimes,” she said, her voice quiet but firm, “you just need someone to be there. No advice, no judgment. Just... someone.”

Finally, it was Donna’s turn. She held the pen with both hands, her eyes sparkling as she thought. In large, looping letters, she wrote, “I promise to always believe in you, even when you don’t believe in yourself.” She surrounded her words with little doodles of diamonds and hearts, her artistic flair spilling across the page.

“I think that’s what friends are for,” she said, her voice warm. “To remind you how amazing you are, even when you forget.”

Each girl contributed to the page, their personalities shining through. Joanna doodled stars around the edges, Nancy wrote in precise, neat looping cursive, and Barb added a small heart near the bottom. The notebook, now brimming with promises, was a kaleidoscope of their personalities—Joanna’s bold humor, Nancy’s steadfast honesty, Barb’s quiet empathy, and Donna’s unwavering optimism.

They huddled closer, their fingers brushing as they admired the page. “We’ll keep this forever,” Donna said, her voice filled with conviction. “Whenever we feel lost or scared, we can look at this and remember—no matter what, we’ve got each other.”

Joanna smirked but didn’t argue. “Okay, but we still need to seal it. Like, for real.”

“Secret handshake?” Donna suggested.

“Too easy,” Joanna said, grinning. “How about... a blood oath?”

Barb’s eyes widened. “Absolutely not.”

Nancy rolled her eyes. “We’re not doing that.”

They settled on their over-complicated handshake—part slapstick, part choreography. By the end, their laughter had them collapsing onto their sleeping bags, the notebook safely tucked away like a treasure. And in that moment, their promises didn’t feel like just words on a page—they felt like a bond that nothing could break.

As the night continued on, The room had grown still, save for the occasional rustle of a sleeping bag or the faint sigh of someone shifting into a more comfortable position. The glow-in-the-dark stars on Donna’s ceiling cast a soft, otherworldly light, their faint shimmer matching the quiet hum of contentment in the air.

Donna lay on her back, staring up at the tiny, glowing constellations she’d carefully placed months ago. Her heart felt full—too full, almost—as if it couldn’t quite contain the joy and love that had filled her tenth birthday.

Beside her, Joanna muttered something in her sleep, one arm draped dramatically over her face. Nancy’s soft, even breathing came from the other side of the room, her hair spilling over the pillow. Barb, closest to Donna, clutched a stuffed bear to her chest, her expression serene.

Donna closed her eyes and smiled to herself. The promises they’d made that night weren’t just words—they were threads weaving them together, stronger than any ribbon or bow.

Somewhere in the distance, a clock chimed faintly, marking the arrival of a new day.

Her last thought before sleep claimed her was a quiet, fervent wish: that this moment—this feeling of being understood and surrounded by love—would last forever.

And with that, the house slipped into silence, carrying the echoes of laughter, whispered dreams, and promises into the stillness of the night.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

the day it started

summary: an alternate opening to my byers!sibling series

WC: 892

warnings: none!

A/N: this was one of the early version of the series rewrite for reader insert and honesty i like it too much to let it grow cobwebs in the drafts. plus i feel like it gives a different vibe to the story if you read this as the start. @alecmores​ is my trusty proof reader (i have to threaten them sometimes. its fine y’all, dont call paw patrol)

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“(Y/n), get up, I’m making breakfast.”

Jonathan shook you awake from your peaceful slumber and you just grumbled and pulled the blanket tighter over your face blocking out any light seeping its way into your room. Sadly, Jonathan also grabbed the blanket and ripped it off you, causing chills to run up your body from the abrupt coldness.

“Christ, okay. I’m up.” You blurted out, just wanting Jonathan out of your room. You could feel the little smirk on his stupid face as he walked away and closed your door.

You slapped your hands over your face, just wanting to stay home and skip school today, but you couldn’t or your mom would get upset at you. So you slowly, but surely, got up into a sitting position on your bed, your hands resting on both sides of your body with you just leaning forward a bit to let the dizziness pass. Then you got up feeling like a plank of wood with how stiff your body was, making the process of getting ready a bit slow. 

“Dressed, face washed, teeth brushed, backpack ready,” you mumbled to yourself making sure your little checklist was completed because, yes, sometimes these small things slip past you. With everything good, you made your way to the kitchen and saw Jonathan cooking some eggs and Joyce walking into the kitchen dressed for work.

“Sleeping Beauty is finally awake.”

You looked at your mom with your half-lidded sleepy eyes just causing her to smile at you and her little joke. You just made your way to the table and took a seat waiting for food to be served. You felt your mom grab your head with her hands and planted a kiss on the crown of your bedhead. You just tilted your head up at her and gave her a smile which she returned lovingly. Then you turned to Jonathan with your hunger and patience waning.

“Excuse me, sir, but I would like my breakfast now since you woke me up too early,” you spoke to him with a sarcastic air. He just looked at you and rolled his eyes and went back to finishing the eggs.

“Where’s Will?” Joyce asked when she noticed that Will hadn’t left his room since you got to the table.

“I forgot to wake him up.”

“But you remembered me.”

Joyce just rolled her eyes at the both of you and went to Will’s room knocking on his door waiting for an answer before entering. When she didn’t get one she went inside and noticed he wasn’t anywhere to be seen along with his backpack.

“Did Will come home last night?” she asked when walking back to the both of you with breakfast finally done.

You and Jonathan looked at each other asking the same question with your eyes, when noticing both of you didn’t know the panic began to brew.

“I don’t know, I was at work until 10.” “I was at the library studying for a few hours.”

Joyce looked exasperated with both of your answers. “Guys, you know you can’t be out late when I’m working. There needs to be someone home with Will.”

“Well, he was at the Wheeler’s pretty much all day, probably just slept over,” Jonathan tried to supply an answer to Joyce.

You were eating your eggs and toast as you listened to your mom talking with Mrs. Wheeler over the phone. “Oh, he probably just- probably just left early for school. Okay, thanks Karen, bye.”

You furrowed your brows a bit after hearing your mom's response to Mrs. Wheeler about Will’s absence. “Mom, why did you lie to Mrs. Wheeler?”

Joyce just started to wring her hands together and looked between you and Jonathan. She tried to flash a smile of sorts, but it fell flat and you felt the panic in your stomach rising more by the second.

“He probably just left early for school,” she said, trying to convince everyone, mostly herself.

You just continued to eat your breakfast, but you kept glancing over at Jonathan to see his reaction to this situation.

“We’ll see if he’s at school when we get there,” he replied meekly.

Joyce nodded at his reply and then kissed both of your heads before leaving for work, the anxiety growing on her shoulders.

When you heard the front door close and heard the car engine turn on you turned to Jonathan who was barely eating the breakfast he made. You turned to him with your toast in your hand that was resting on the table.

“Do you really think Will is just at school?”

Jonathan turned his head at your question and he could probably tell the anxiety swimming in your eyes because he gave you something of a smile and nodded his head while picking at his eggs.

“Yea, everything is alright, (Y/n).”

You just stared at your plate for the next few seconds trying to calm your mind from its racing thoughts about Will.

“Yea, you’re  probably right.”

[lovewithasideoffries]

stranger things masterlist

peter ballard (001)

one-shots

finally home - fluff

happily ever after - fluff, soulmate au

peter ballard in high school - fluff

drabbles

a morning in the life of peter and y/n - fluff, regular au

peter getting taken care of after torture - fluff, nurse!reader

comforting reader after a nightmare - fluff, angst, comfort

headcannons

playing with his hair - fluff

eddie munson

series

her sister; his girlfriend (finished) pt 1 2 3 - fluff, angst, cunningham!reader

one-shot

most metal - fluff

memories - angst, post-death

will byers

one-shot

will's older sister coming out as gay - fluff, slight angst

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౨ৎ ⋆ ｡˚ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭: 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 a stranger things rewrite

pairings: steve harrington x reader

contains: fem!reader, minor enemies to lovers, slow burn, violence, cursing, mentions of death, blood, weapons, steve being an ass in season one but epically redeems himself, and any other warnings that may come with stranger things lol

moving into the small and quiet town of hawkins, indiana, was not the most ideal vision of how you thought your sophomore year would go. between being under chief hopper's wing, dodging steve harrington, and a kid going missing in a town where nothing happens, you find yourself being pulled into the unexplainable.

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘: 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘 you've just been dragged to the middle of nowhere, aka hawkins, indiana, with your pos father where the cicadas are loud and the neighbors are louder. after moving into your new trailer home that’s seen better days—probably in another lifetime, you somehow end up under chief hopper's care, hawkins' grumpiest cop. oh, and did i mention you found a creepy portal in the woods? how much weirder can this town get?

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗢: 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢 your first few weeks in your new town, hawkins, are honestly anything but normal. you quickly find yourself caught between making new friends and keeping your distance, all while dodging the king of douchebags, steve harrington, and his clumsy attempts to get to know you, all on your first day. and, with a cherry on top, a strange figure in the woods makes you question if hawkins has a wildlife problem—or something much stranger. spoiler alert: it's not just deer.

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗬𝗘𝗥𝗦 turns out nancy wheeler and her family aren't all that bad, but middle school boy humor is the worst. ignoring your gut for once? classic mistake—now a kid's missing, and the guilt trip's free of charge! what's even cooler is that steve harrington won't get off your ass, and loves to make fun of people with missing siblings with his lovely friends. oh, and now barb's missing. hawkins couldn't get any better!

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 will byers was announced deceased, and now your friend barb is officially missing. steve is a grade a asshole and breaks jonathan byers camera, tearing up his photography. the figure you saw in the woods and in your nightmares ends up in one of the photographs jonathan took, leaving suspicion that will is alive, and barb is in danger. maybe hawkins is cursed!

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗟𝗘𝗔 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗔𝗧 barbra is still nowhere to be found, and you and your friends think you can do something about it. steve attempts to apologize to you, but you spare him no time to talk. hopper is really bad at keeping secrets, and will's funeral was dreadful. you and your friends search for the monster, and there's some weird tension between nancy and jonathan. then nancy decides to disappear while monster hunting! how fun!

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗫: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 you thought you almost lost nancy, and you've supposedly figured out what's causing your nightmares. also, hopper is apparently interested in conspiracies about children with telekinesis, wonder where that one will go! while you're shopping for supplies to go monster hunting with nancy and jon, you run into the one and only: steve harrington, who sucks at relationships, and you can guess how that one ends. hopper finally finds out you've been tracking down a monster, and you've concluded everyone is terrible at keeping secrets!

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗧𝗨𝗕 you're on a wild goose chase for some kids, including one with apparent superpowers, who could've guessed? steve is also realizing he has some shit he needs to fix, and his friends really suck. then, you wind up at hawkins middle school to make a fancy bath for a kid with telekinetic powers. here's to hoping she finds will and barb safe and sound!

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗨𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 you wind up a monster hunter, also third wheeling nancy and jonathan until steve harrington of all people shows up, surprise! between genuinely thinking you're going to die, fighting a monster, and trying to get will back, you're still wondering how you ended up in hawkins of all places. and, what's better, going back to living with your pos dad or fighting interdimensional monsters? you also find out steve harrington isn't as bad as you thought he was, yay!

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[munsonthings86]

Heyy are you still taking requests??

If so can I please have a Steve Harrington x Sinclair!reader blubber or one shot please. The idea is that this takes place like around season three (or just awhile after Steve and Nancy’s breakup) and Steve and Reader have been getting closer because of all of the events that were going on in the show. And reader realizes that she has been falling for him but the problem is that she’s close friends with Nancy but feels weird for liking her ex. But like Nancy pretty much hints to her that it’s fine and whatever.

Love you work thank you 🫶🏾💜

hi love! thank you for the request & sorry abt the wait! but i hope you enjoy! <3

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What is one supposed to do when they just so happen to fall for their ex-girlfriend's best friend? It was a daunting question that rattled around Steve's mind with harsh clangs, making him toss and turn in bed when he tried to sleep. The poor thing even resorted to counting sheep when the only thing he could see behind his closed eyes was your pretty face that made him so pitifully nervous.

Liking you was troubling. It was divine and dreadful all at once.

The divine. Steve could easily recall the first time he met you like it was his favorite scene of his favorite movie.

Billy's 1979 Camaro made a loud screech when he drove up to the Byers' home unwelcomed. He brought mayhem as he searched for Max, unhesitat to torment your little brother Lucas in the process. You were fearless when giving Billy a piece of your mind, calling him all kinds of inglorious names and jabbing your finger at him when he sneered at you with that Hargrove smirk you despised.

Though you were undoubtedly no damsel in distress, clearly knowing how to stand your ground, Steve had unfaltering determination as he went to defend you and your sibling. He threw the first punch at him, knowing that Billy wasn't the kind of person that responded well to empty threats.

Unfortunately, that was his last lucid memory from that night.

Steve would (reluctantly) admit that he didn't end that brawl unscathed, but his heart certainly grew a couple sizes for you when you tended to his wounds soon after. Gentle with his cuts and bruises, you'd shyly smile and mumble little apologies when he'd hiss and flinch.

Steve had already known of you and seen you around school, sure, but this was his first time truly in your presence.

There was something so calming and warm about it.

But one thing that Steve wanted etched on his mind forever, was the Snowball of '84.

The blue glittery dress you wore adorned your figure perfectly, hair framing the beautiful picture of your face. You were there as a volunteer, chaperoning the middle schoolers but Lucas but in particular, as you grew fiercely protective over him after uncovering the deep secrets of Hawkins.

Steve was practically drooling as he gazed at you from his car, no longer able to focus on whatever it was Dustin had been rambling about. Handing out cups of punch to kids in line, your smile was bright and glittering while you shared a conversation. With Nancy.

The dreadful. It was your relationship with her that spared you of Steve's magnetic charm. Other than his newfound shyness, of course.

Nancy and you were two peas in a pod, rarely ever being seen without the other, especially when Lucas and Mike became friends. The two of you were always on study dates, had each other on speed dial, and even had friendship bracelets with the other's initials donned on your wrists. She was more than a best friend to you. More like a sister, you thought.

But Steve couldn't help himself from lingering a bit after he would drive Lucas home from whatever nerdy activity he needed a ride back from. The tenderhearted boy was beautifully uncreative in his efforts to get your attention, as he used any and every tactic imaginable.

He'd ask you about the book you were nose-deep in, though he knew damn well the title would soon be forgotten once the conversation was over. He'd tell you about his favorite shows and movies when he caught you in the living room struggling to find something to watch. He even offered to teach how to drive when you casually mentioned something about getting your license.

Soon enough, shy waves and awkward small talk turned into late nights listening to Fleetwood Mac and intense game nights of Monopoly and Scrabble.

Steve didn't win at Scrabble too often. He kept trying to play words that simply just didn't exist.

It was June of 1985 and school had been out for the past couple weeks. Scoops Ahoy, a new ice cream joint that Erica was adamant to drag you to at least three times a week, became your new favorite place when you saw Steve behind the counter.

"Nice outfit, Harrington," you giggled, and though he knew you weren't really making fun of him, Steve blushed away, eyes shifty. You often left a little tip in the jar when you'd leave, thanking Steve for his hospitality and influx of free ice cream samples.

Today was different, though. Steve was unable to ignore the disappointment that overwhelmed him when your little sister had shown up without you. He nodded his head at her as she neared the counter, "Where's your sister?"

Erica cocked an eyebrow, hand dropping down onto her hip. "I'm sorry, do I look like her keeper? I'm just here for my usual, sailor man." Steve fixed his gaze on the blue and white clock on the wall that's arms pointed to read 12:17. Usually you were here to collect your fair share of free dessert too, but it was nearly rush hour and your favorite flavor was running low.

"Well no, but she's your keeper and I'm just a little curious, is all," he corrected, spooning a hearty serving of peanut butter chocolate swirl onto a cone. She tapped her foot impatiently, waving her hand to suggest that she wanted a second helping. If you want information, it comes with a price. His eyes were squinted at her before he rolled them, giving in to her wishes.

"Here, that's all you're getting. Now spill."

Her smile was wide when she took the cone from Steve's hand, finally satisfied. "You really need to work on your customer service skills," she pointed, a look of disapproval weighing on her face when she turned to look at Steve.

"She's at home. I think. I don't know, I haven't been there in a few hours. She could be in another country for all I know," she paused to take an obnoxious lick, "Pleasure doing business with ya', sailor man!"

Steve watched as she skipped back to her busy swarm of friends whose cackles and squeals could be heard from worlds away. He looked down at the array of ice cream in front of him, frowning at the puny supply of your favorite. Grabbing a to-go cup from under the counter, Steve garnered as much as he could of the dessert, some of it spilling over when he covered it with a plastic lid.

Robin peered over his shoulder as he scribbled something on it with a permanent marker, though she wasn't able to decipher Steve's dodgy handwriting.

"I'm going on break, cover the front for me," Steve announced, making his way out of the parlor. His stride was hasty and confident.

In the distance, he could hear the smirk in Robin's voice, "Tell her I said hi!"

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2550 Maple Street. Steve rolled slowly past the creaky mailbox that read 'The Sinclair's', careful not to drive over the yellow tulips by the driveway that your mother spent all spring gardening. They were coming along really nicely.

Every once in a while, Steve would ask to help her with all the weeding and trimming and other maintenance that she often called a headache. Never in a million years did Steve think he'd be so avid for a girl and her family's approval that he'd become a part time florist, but here he was.

Surveying himself in the rearview mirror, Steve plucked off the silly sailor hat that crowned his head with a huff before aimlessly tossing it, getting it as far from his self-proclaimed best feature as possible. His fingers busily shoveled through his thick tresses, searching for the perfect marriage of tousled and tamed.

To say Steve was a bit on edge was a terrible understatement. The feeling of his stomach pulling into a tight knot at the mere thought of you was something so foreign to him. He hadn't felt this way in such a long time, especially not since he'd been with Nancy. It was refreshing but damn stressful.

But you were well worth the stress and queasy stomachs.

Steve hurriedly dusted himself off, wishing he had enough time to drive to his house to change into a less ridiculous outfit. He just wanted to look his best for you.

Approaching your dark green painted abode, mumbled words of encouragement poured out of Steve's lips. He spoke with his hands and made little faces, and he had no doubt that he looked like a crazy person to your neighbors that walked by.

His fist somewhat stalled when he raised it to the wooden door, his little pep talk had only done so much to boost his confidence. But it was too late to turn back now, he thought. He left three knocks to the door anyway, figuring that he already made it this far.

With his gaze set on his shifty feet that stood on the tawny welcome mat, his heart felt sharp against his ribs when the door abruptly swung open. "Steve?"

He looked up with wide eyes only to find your younger brother, eyebrows pulled together. He had the landline clutched close to his chest, seemingly on the phone with someone.

"Sinclair! Just the person I was looking for," he watched as Lucas' fingers twisted at the lock of the gold door knob idly. The cozy smell of breakfast wafted towards Steve. "Sort of," Steve added, shrugging.

"What's goin' on?" Lucas blinked at him in anticipation.

"Nothing much. Just lookin' for your sister," he said, tapping his finger on the bowl in his hand. He squinted at the sky, peeved, cursing the searing heat of the sun. That ice cream was melting like an ice cube in a desert. And his sweaty palms surely weren't helping its case.

Lucas scanned the yard, finding that Erica's bike was missing. From what he could remember, he heard her yapping something about hanging out at the mall, however many hours ago.

"She's probably at Starcourt terrorizing the world like usual, you might wanna look there," he pointed with his thumb. Steve could hear an irked voice spouting from the phone, wondering where Lucas had gone. Max, he assumed.

He chuckled, leaning against the door frame, "Yeah, you’re not wrong." Though Erica didn't particularly struggle to ruffle up people's feathers, Steve was actually growing to find the charm in her temperament. He even caught himself fighting to cage his laugh at her snarky comments more often than not. Hanging around her so much will do that to you.

"But your older sister, I mean. She here?"

Lucas gestured upstairs to your room, stepping aside to make way for Steve. Mumbling a thanks, he abandoned his sneakers by the door, per your mother's usual request, and trekked up the staircase— butterflies reckless in his stomach.

You tried your hardest to maintain your composure as you listened to the slow thuds of approaching footsteps. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to know it was Steve. Not only could you pick out his voice in a crowd of countless people, but from your window, you spied his parked maroon BMW in the driveway. It was hopeless to try biting back the smile that crept up when you heard he was there to see you.

The bedroom door wasn't closed but Steve knocked anyway, calling out for you in a soft tone. Heat rushed to your chest and ears at the sound of your name falling from his pink, plush lips that you so badly wanted to kiss.

It was romantic thoughts like those of Steve that spread guilt through you like venom, knowing that he was Nancy's ex after all. It had been your shoulder that she cried on when her relationship with him ended, and you easily felt like the worst friend imaginable when you found yourself falling for him.

You managed to keep your bond with him strictly platonic, but boy was it difficult.

"Steve?" He smiled when you peered around the door, features posing a coy smile of your own. His hand shyly waved at you while the other stayed tucked behind his back, "Hey, you." He shuffled into your room, appreciating the way your shaggy rug felt delicate and feathery on his aching feet that he'd been standing on for too many hours.

Your bed squeaked when he sat in the space next to your abundance of stuffed animals that Steve liked to call the "wardens" of your bed. It was so adorable to him how gingerly you took care of them– even murmuring a little apology when you bumped into one by accident.

He let out a soft laugh when he glanced at you, mindful to not stare at you, though that's all he really wanted to do, "You still in your pjs?"

Nothing but tight shorts hidden beneath a baggy band shirt draped your body. While Steve thought you looked utterly perfect, you suddenly felt awfully naked.

Shaking off the fuzzy warmth that rushed over you, you scoffed, crossing playfully defensive arms over your chest. “You should be the last person talking about outfits," your eyes scanned his tall, slender frame.

Steve's jaw fell open, theatrically appalled at your quip.

“Oh, don't act like you don't love me in this outfit, princess,” he smirked. The nickname made your nerves all fiery and tingly. "I see the way you stare at my legs when I'm in these shorts. My eyes are up here, FYI."

With your head falling back, an echoing giggle escaped you. It's a laugh so pretty and sugary, it could sweeten even the most sour lemon.

Steve couldn't ward off the reddening of his cheeks.

"In your dreams, Harrington," you replied, plopping yourself in the chair by your vanity. You distracted yourself from Steve's teasing with tidying the clutter that obscured the desk. The nerves you felt would only further ignite if you kept looking into his warm eyes.

"Well, despite the minor insult to my uniform, which I'm not gonna take personally," he beamed, finally revealing what he had hidden behind his back, "I got somethin' for ya." His teeth trapped his bottom lip in its constraints, eyes wide with anticipation as you inspected your little present.

The cup was wet with condensation and leaking melted ice cream but underneath it all read, "something sweet for a sweet girl :)".

And just like the ice cream, you melted.

"Steveee," you gushed, licking off the dessert that dripped onto your fingers that were growing frigid. "You came over just to bring me ice cream?" The smile you wore was glittering and well worth the effort.

Steve was all mumbly and shy when he responded, "Well, I know it's your favorite and that was the last of it, so," he shrugged before he could give himself the chance to ramble.

You wrestled the urge to swoon. How could one person be so adorable? And why did that one person have to be your friend's ex?

"Well, that's very kind, Stevie. Thanks," you beamed.

"'S no problem," he shrugged with a shy smile, taking a glimpse of his watch.

He had a mere twelve minutes to get back to work on time. "Shit, I gotta get back before Robin kills me, but I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Later, Steve."

Rising from your bed, he made his way to your door. His footsteps were slow and hesitant, as he seemed to have something on his mind. You were following behind him when he spun around suddenly, your bodies nearly colliding. "Actually, there's somethin' I wanted to ask you," his eyes were squeezed shut while he pointed as he spoke.

His face was flushed and his feet tapped at the wooden floor rapidly. You don't recall ever seeing Steve so nervous. "Yeah?"

"There's some house party tonight that I was, uh, thinking about going to. I was, you know, hoping that maybe, you'd wanna go with me? Like a date?"

Your mouth was open but sentences, words, really any sound at all, failed to come out. The boy you'd been crushing on for weeks that felt more like years, had finally asked you out. And you had no choice but to say no.

Your silence was deafening. "Or maybe we could go to that carnival? I could win you another warden for your bed," he laughed.

"I'd really like that, Steve, honestly, but–"

"Nancy," he finished, eyes diverting to his feet. His fluffy brunette hair blocked your view of his face. It wasn't fun seeing Steve who you're so used to joking with look so down.

"I could, maybe, talk to her?" Your tone was quiet, but hopeful.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna come in between you guys."

"Don't worry about that, her and I will be fine," your smile was confident but deep down you weren't as optimistic as you let on. Nancy and you made a promise to each other to never let anything like secrets or dumb boys ruin your relationship. But, here you were. "Now, go, your break is almost up."

"Okay," he grinned, "I'll see you tonight?"

Nodding, you waved him goodbye, watching him retreat downstairs. Your back leaned against your door when you closed it, before you looked over at your soupy ice cream, defeated.

How could you choose between your best friend and the boy you were crushing on? It shouldn't even be a question, really. The guilt was already gnawing at you mercilessly.

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The cards you held were sticky on your clammy palms. The echoes of your talk with Steve just a few hours prior were intrusive and blaring. Taking a sip of whatever was in your red solo cup, you tried to drown out the roaring voices of the people at the party, along with the thumping music that numbed your ears.

Your leg was impatient and desperate as it shook up and down, doing its best to repel the anxiety that bit at you. It certainly didn't help that Nancy was sitting right next to you, oblivious to the stolen glances and sneaky smiles you and Steve were exchanging all night.

Rubbing your stomach that felt queasy and pulled into a knot, you hadn't noticed that it was your turn to play. You weren't entirely sure you even remembered the name of the game you found yourself in.

"Hey, are you alright?" Nancy's hand fell onto your thigh, running a comforting thumb across your skin. Her blue doe eyes searched your face, though she's known you long enough to already know that you were far from 'alright'.

"Yeah, why?" Your lips were pulled into a tight smile, trying and inevitably failing to give your best impression of a genuine grin. And of course, Nancy sees the way you aren't seeing her. When you mindlessly played a random card, your eyes were fidgety and unfocused– a clear sign that you were frenzied.

"Cause you look like you're about to throw up," her eyebrows were pulled together in concern as she continued to probe, "Seriously, what's wrong?"

A dreary sigh escaped you as you cursed yourself for not being as discreet as you hoped to be. You should've know that someone you considered your sister would be able to see right through you like glass.

"It's just," you hesitated. It was now or never. "Just-"

"Steve?" Her voice lowered when she said his name, noticing the way your face shifted and became an odd mixture of relieved and confused. Your head snapped in her direction, finally meeting her gaze for the first time that night, it felt like.

The thrashing of your heart almost made your chest ache, as you appeared to be caught in some kind of lie. You didn't tell a lie, really, but you certainly didn't feel like a noble friend.

Studying her face, you scoured to find any hint that she was about to start tearing into you, calling you every wretched name in the book. Honestly, you wouldn't blame her if she did. But there was a subtle smirk on her face. A stark difference in the expression you imagined she'd be wearing upon finding out about your little puppy crush on Steve.

"How'd you know?"

"I mean, it's no secret you guys have been hanging out lately," she laughed a bit, taking your hand in hers, "and I see the way you look at him. It's the same way I used to look at him."

Words completely escaped you. Your eyes and mouth were agape, in awe of Nancy's poise. It was one of the things about her that you deeply admired. "Nancy..."

She squeezed your hand, shaking her head, "No, it's okay. I was the one who broke up with him," she glanced over to where he stood in the kitchen, downing his drink before disappearing into the backyard. "Besides, I'm with Johnathan now and I'm happy."

You exchanged smiles as your nerves became the calmest they'd been in hours. "If Steve makes you happy, I'm not gonna get in your way. He's a great guy and I think you guys would be really good for each other."

Throwing yourself into her for a hug, you practically crushed her as words of gratitude spilled out of you. It was unbelievable how lucky you were to have someone like her. "You're the best, Nance." She shrugged as if it was nothing, a bright look on her face.

"Now go get him, I'll watch your drink."

Ignoring the protests from the others who were still in the game as you walked away, you dodged dancing and mingling party guests.

The backyard was a lot less crowded, thankfully, allowing you to easily spot Steve sitting in a hammock, tapping his fingers on a freshly opened beer bottle.

He wore light blue jeans and a yellow crew neck sweater, looking as good as ever. You couldn't believe that he was going to be completely and openly yours.

"Hey, Harrington," you basically skipped over to him, slipping into the space next to him. Your legs touched and you don't feel any guilt or urge to move away from him. It was so refreshing. "So, how 'bout that date?"

The smile Steve wore was well worth the stress and queasy stomachs.

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Part Two: "Déjà Brew" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: (Then) Back in Hawkins, Reader is still reeling from the news she's just received. Turns out, sometimes the love of a mother might just be the very help you need when times are tough. — (Now) At Brew and Me, Reader struggles with the stress of motherhood and working. Turns out, a visit from her least favorite patron might be the thing she needs to cheer her up.

Pairing: Nurse!Steve Harrington x Fem!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 2,120

Content Warning: teen pregnancy, mentions of food, mentions of medical-related things, small mention of childhood cancer (not related to any of the main characters in this series), lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: ngl, the writing in this chapter sucks but i promise it gets better!!

Originally Written: 10/08/2023 through 10/12/2023

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[ Then, June of 1987 ]

You'd been holding onto the knowledge of your pregnancy for roughly two days, and since then, everything had felt upside down.

You'd looked for every reason possible to not see your boyfriend. You only spoke to your mom and siblings when spoken to. And worst of all, despite the human being growing inside of you, you felt absolutely empty.

You truly wanted to be happy about this. After all, a new human life was forming in your stomach. But the pain of anyone in your small town finding out you were a sinner, and the gossip about how you'd thrown your life away for some guy, it was just too much to bear.

So instead of facing your problems, you'd holed up in your room, lights out and window closed. You only left your room to grab snacks—which lay uneaten on your nightstand—and to use the bathroom. To your family, you were a passing ship in the night, a ghost barely seen. And just when you thought you'd run out of tears, more slipped out of your eyes and onto your pillow, which you were holding like your life depended on it.

It was sometime in the afternoon when Joyce knocked on the bedroom door. You'd cried for so long that you lost track of time, only realizing it was afternoon due to the setting sun peeking through the curtains. "Honey?" she called, barely getting the word out before gently opening the door. She must've registered quickly what was happening, closing the door behind herself in record speed. "Honey, what's the matter?" she cooed, a loving hand meeting your shoulder.

It's now or never, you thought to yourself. Pulling yourself up, you wiped the excess tears away with the pads of your thumbs. "Mom," you sniffled, the word sounding weaker than ever, "I've done a terrible thing."

"I'm sure it's not that bad, my sweet," she said, taking your hands in hers. "You know you can always talk to me, right?"

You nodded, though you were questioning if that statement really was true, considering the bomb you were about to drop on her. More tears involuntarily slipped down your cheeks, your eyes darting anywhere in the room besides her face.

Joyce ran a soft hand through your hair, clicking her tongue lightly. "Honey, I want you to know that you don't have to feel pressured to tell me what's wrong. But I am always here if you do want to tell me."

You forced the words to come out, and you were nearly hyperventilating before you'd even said them. "I don't really know how to tell you, because I'm not quite sure how you'll take it."

Her lips left a soft peck on your forehead, a silent reassurance that she was there for you. An unsteady breath exited your mouth, before you finally said the dreaded words you'd been thinking about for the last forty-eight hours. "The terrible thing is… I'm pregnant. And I have no clue what to do."

You braced yourself for impact, waiting for her to throw you out into the street or scream at you or slap you or anything really. You'd gone over every possible reaction in the book, hoping to find a rebuttal to each one.

Still, the screams never came and her hand never even touched your skin, other than the moment she pulled you into her side. "Oh, honey," she whispered, a tone of sympathy clear in the words.

Tears started to fall once again as she held you close, a gentle hand rubbing soft circles on the small of your back. You'd surely covered the both of you in tears and snot, but truth be told, that was the least of your concerns, given the situation.

"Y/N, you're gonna be okay," she reassured. "I promise, there is nothing you could ever do to make me stop loving you. And from here on out, there's nothing that is going to stop me from loving this child. I'm going to be here for you every step of the way. Okay?"

Through your crying, you managed to ask, "You aren't mad at me?" Genuine confusion took over you at her response to the news. You'd been convinced she'd be angry, never considering that she was the one becoming a grandmother.

She clicked her tongue again. "No, I'm still very frustrated with you for doing something this irresponsible. But that doesn't mean I don't love you or this baby."

It felt like all the blood had drained from your body as you lay practically limp in your mother's arms. The air was heavy as she waited for you to say something, anything, but the words never came. Words seemed a million miles away as the discovery of life inside you started to feel all too real.

Some time passed before she spoke again—whether it was two minutes or two hours, you didn't know. Her hand rubbed soft lines over your disposed arm, her touch as warm and welcomed as your favorite childhood blanket. "Honey, I've been where you were before. Maybe not exactly your situation, but I know what this feeling is like—the worry of what the dad is gonna think, the anxiety of caring for two people. It's terrifying. But I've got good news for you," she paused, kissing the top of your head. "You don't have to do it alone. Because I'm gonna be right here."

You weren't sure you gave her a response to that. Full-on sobs were now wracking your body, despite her kind words. Your tears flowed and your chest heaved, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't seem to stop. Panic and fear coursed through you, and as much as you wanted to be happy about this baby, the only true feeling you had at the moment was resentment toward yourself.

[ Now, November of 1991 ]

"Max, honey, do you know what time it is?" you asked, quite frantically. "I left my watch at home this morning."

A knock sounded on the counter behind you. "It's time for me to be your boyfriend," Steve said smugly, giving you a smirk as you turned to face him.

Max glared down at her watch, rolling her eyes at the cheesiness occurring in front of her. "Actually, it's almost 7:30," the redhead answered, pulling down the sleeve of her flannel shirt.

A grateful sigh slipped past your lips. "Ah, sweet freedom," you said before turning your attention back to Steve, who was sporting a curiously teasing look across his face. "What? I've got a hot date with a bubble bath and my feet and backbone couldn't be happier."

"Sounds sexy," he snickered.

Max huffed in fake annoyance as she passed the latte in her hand over to the brunette girl on the opposite side of the counter. "Have a nice evening," she smiled, then turned to you and Steve, to which she quipped, "If I had a dollar for every time one of you told the other something that was inappropriate to say in a coffee shop, I'd make enough money to pay off my student loans."

"Hey, it's not my fault your boyfriend is off playing basketball at Princeton and training for the NBA," you shrugged, joking of course.

Max gave you a fake pout. "That is below the barista belt, Y/N. That's just cruel."

You shot her a playful smile, giving her a sisterly pat on the arm. "Why don't you get started on the tables, hon'?"

And with that, Max was grabbing her cleaning supplies and heading to clean off the abandoned tables. You gave Steve your attention once more, curious as to if he was interested in holding up to his end of the bargain.

He surprised you with the response that came out of his mouth. "I will have a salted caramel latte with almond milk," he said proudly, sure that his answer was right. "Are you ready for that date yet?"

Your lips formed into a thin line, a look of regret coming to your face. "I hate to tell you, Doc, but nut allergies are a very common thing in my family."

"You work with almond milk all the time," he rebutted, a hand on his hip.

Your eyes narrowed in on him, not ready to back down from his challenge. "I don't like caramel."

He scoffed. "Who doesn't like caramel?"

You shrugged. "Me."

"Why don't you just admit that I was right and tell me where you wanna go next weekend?"

"Because you're wrong and I'm busy next weekend," you answered, both responses true.

He finally broke eye contact with you to look over at Max. "Hey, Max, is a salted caramel latte with almond mix Y/N's favorite item on the menu?"

"Everyone knows she hates almond milk," she answered. "I'm disappointed in you for not knowing."

His attention turned to you again, his eyes narrowing in on yours. "How do I know she isn't being paid to say that?"

An exasperated sigh left your mouth. "We make five bucks an hour and you expect me to have extra money to throw at Max? No offense, Max."

"None taken," she laughed, still scrubbing away at one of the tables. "I don't have money to throw at you either."

Steve shook his head in some mixture of disbelief and playfulness. "Would you just get me my coffee? To-go, please."

Your brows furrowed as you got to work on the drink. "What's with the to-go order? You hardly ever get your coffee to-go."

"If you must know, I happen to have a hot date of my own," he said vaguely, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Sounds sexy," you jested. "Who's the girl?"

"A cancer patient in the PEDS ward."

Your expression went from curious to downright confused at his statement. "Do I wanna know how that constitutes as a hot date?"

"She's got a crush on me so I get asked to sit with her on nights that her mom works," he explained, slipping some cash into the tip jar. "It's a hot date because every time I go in her room, she asks me to crank the heater all the way up. I think that's just because she likes the way I look when I'm sweaty."

A gentle smile appeared on your face as you passed him his latte. You thought about your own little girl, who'd be here any minute, and how much you regretted nights like those where she was left to her own devices, left to stay with your mom or one of your brothers instead of the person she needed most.

You shook off the thoughts, taking the money from his opposite hand and placing it in the cash register. "Have a brew-tiful night and enjoy your date, Doc."

And with that, Steve gave you one last playful smirk and headed out the door, but not before a certain little girl ran past him and over to you. Joyce followed suit behind her as Steve held the door open, then began his journey out to his car and, presumably, the hospital.

"Mommy!" Mandy squealed, running around the counter to greet you.

You picked her up, happier than ever to see her, placing a kiss on her soft hair. "Hey, sweetpea," you smiled, love overflowing from you as she wrapped her tiny arms around your neck. "What did you get up to today?"

"Grandma took me to the park!" she answered excitedly, her hazel eyes lit up with delight.

You gasped, playing along with her enthusiasm. "No way! You'll have to tell Mommy all about it."

"Now, don't get mad," Joyce started to say as she walked over to you.

Your brows furrowed. "Mad? Why would I be mad?"

A regretful look came across the woman's face, explaining, "We passed an ice cream truck on the way here and-"

"Mom, you know I always give her one of the leftover cake pops at the end of the day. She can't eat too much sugar."

"I know," Joyce said, "but Jon's in town for Thanksgiving so he's offered to give you us both a night off."

It was selfish, but you'd never been so grateful for your brother to be home. You sighed, setting your daughter back on the ground. "Well then, let's put all that energy to use, shall we?"

And with that, Mandy was hot on your trail, following you around as you worked to close up the shop. You just smiled down at the girl, prouder than anyone had ever been to be a mom. Sure, it was biased, but you were quit certain you had the best girl in the whole world.

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Stuck With Me. Eddie Munson x Reader.

AN: At the end of each chapter will be a picture of ‘your’ Journal. Photos, and writing of a little bit from each chapter. 

(THIS IS A REUPLOAD ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE RE UPLOADED ONE BY ONE)

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WARNINGS: Mentions of drinking (they're at a bar) Eddie is sweaty

WORDCOUNT: 5k

CHAPTER 3: THE GANGS ALL HERE

It took about fifteen minutes for the house to become a loud mess of young teens and young adults. Passing between the open door to the backyard, people dipping their feet in the pool, some hovering in the kitchen, and of course Steve, watching Robin with his hands on his hips as she manned the grill. He still didn't trust her enough to cook by herself, and you could only reassure him so many times, but still he refuses to fully believe you. 

The gang included, Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, who was dating Max. Mike Wheeler and his sister Nancy Wheeler. Will Byers and his brother Johnathan Byers, who was dating Nancy. But Nancy was also Steves ex but they somehow get along really well?. Jane Hopper, who was will and Jonathans step sister, and she was dating Mike. 

You sat on the edge of the pool next to Max watching Dustin and Mike battle it out with pool noodles. 

"It's crazy to think all of you have grown up together" You comment. 

Max turned to you, a small smile on her lips as she looked at you over the top of her red sunglasses. "Everyone always says that" She laughed. "They're the siblings I never had, and although they are all a huge pain in my ass I'm glad I became friends with them, trauma and all"

"Were you at the mall too? With the fire and all that?" you asked quietly.

"Uh yeah, most of us were actually" She seemed like she wanted to say more but closed her mouth. Forcing a tight lipped smile while she looked at me. 

"That must have been scary, I can only imagine... But you don't have to talk about it, I get it, I'm sorry for prying" Instantly panicking that you might have crossed a line with the small red head but she laughed instead. 

"No don't worry about it, people always ask about it, it's kind of an unbelievable story" 

you nodded, turning your attention back to everyone around the backyard. Mike and Jane were sat close together on one of the lounge chairs, deep in conversations while their hands were intertwined. 

"Hey can I ask you a question?" You said turning back to Max. 

"Yeah of course"

"Who's the guy in the band? The show tomorrow?" your brows furrow, squinting through the sun. 

"Eddie?"

You shrug. "Robin hasn't told me his name, keeps referring to him as 'an old friend' for some reason"

Max snorted. "Eddie Munson, he's the dungeon master for the DnD club all the guys were in at school. Or at least he was before he graduated, that's how we all know him, cause of those nerds" She said gesturing to the boys in the pool. 

"Eddie Munson" You repeated. His named felt smooth on your tongue, a name you get used to saying... It replayed in your mind over and over again like a spell. 

The rest of the night was actually quite peaceful. You all sat around the little campfire and exchanged stories, some good, some cringe, relating to old high school moments, and newer ones from the younger kids. They all seemed so mature for their age. All of them seeming to know more than me, and maybe they had been through more than they let on. But they were all so sweet nonetheless. It was obvious how much they loved and cared for each other.

After the sun had long gone down, we all cramped into the basement to watch a movie, and after almost an hour of back and forth yelling on which movie was better and why you ended up falling asleep about ten minutes into the movie. When you woke up the movie had ended and static played on the tv, lighting up the crowded couch where they all were fast asleep and all tucked around each other. You snuck away to grab your camera and snapped a picture of them, it was too cute for you not to. 

"You're such a creep" Robin whispered to you. Waking up from her spot on the other couch, stretching her arms over her head. 

"They look cute, sue me" you said without looking at her. "I'm going to head up to bed" you said, attempting to speak through your yawn. 

Heading for the stairs you turned back to robin before leaving "Robin?" You said quietly. 

"mhmm?"

"I really like your friends. I can see why you keep them around, I've never seen you so happy"

She blushed, the pink still prominent  enough in the white glow of the tv. "Thanks... They really like you as well, they can't believe I found another cool friend honestly" She looked at them with fondness in her eyes. 

"Goodnight Robby"

You happily tucked yourself into your bed for the week, sinking into the lavish pillows surrounding you. 

You woke up the next morning around nine thirty, stretching out your arms and legs. After a few extra minutes of staring at the ceiling you finally got up and creeped into the bathroom, brushing your teeth and peaking into Robins room to see if she was awake yet. She wasn't.

You grabbed a pair of fuzzy socks and tugged them on before quietly making your way downstairs.

Feeling your shoulders relax when you realized you were probably the only one awake right now.  You take your time snooping around the kitchen until you eventually found everything you needed to make coffee. You laughed to yourself knowing Robin would curse you for using instant coffee instead of 'the real stuff' considering you worked at a coffee shop. But something about instant coffee just hit perfectly in the morning. 

Holding your mug of coffee to your chest you walked over to the large sliding doors to the backyard. Admiring the sun slowly filtering through the trees, bearing down a comfortable warmth before the heat of the afternoon was sure to hit. 

You don't know when, or how long Steve had been in the kitchen but when he placed his own mug down on the counter; the ceramic noise of the cup meeting marble startled you and you flinched slightly, your coffee swirling in your mug threatening to spill more than the few splashes that hit your shirt. 

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you" Steve chuckled, his voice low and still groggy. from sleep. Hair a mess of a mop on the top of his head, yet it had somehow gained volume. "You're up early" He said while beginning to fix himself a cup of coffee. 

"This is actually pretty late for me, I'm used to getting up so early for work" You pout. "This is the first time I've had more than two days off in a row"

"Really?" Steve said walking over to stand next to you. "How come you work so much?"

"I'm too nice to say no" you sigh, looking down into your coffee cup. 

Taking a sip of his own, he nodded with a silent agreement. "That's like me and those little shits asleep downstairs. The amount of times I've considered moving back here just for them"

"You really are quite the babysitter aren't you? Robin makes jokes about it all the time, but it's different seeing you actually with them" you joke, bumping your shoulder into his.

Quiet footsteps from the basement stairs were heard behind you, both you and Steve turning to see who was creeping up the steps. It was Max with her two braids a little messy, a few strands coming untucked. "Oh thank god someone else is awake" She breathed while walking into the kitchen. 

"I tried to stay down there but it's so boring when none of them are awake, and Dustins snoring was driving me crazy" Rolling her eyes she began searching through Steves cupboards, and drawers. The two of you continue to watch as she shifted around the kitchen, looking for whatever it was she was looking for. After a few minutes, she had laid out a bunch of bowls and other cooking utensils. 

With a huff she leaned with both hands agaisnt the counter and looked up at Steve. "Steve do you have stuff to make pancakes?"

"Obviously" Steve said running a hand through his hair. "Of course I have stuff for pancakes" he scoffed while joining her on the other side of the counter. 

As the smell of pancakes, syrup and bacon, filled the air, more and more of the gang slowly began to filter in and out of the kitchen. Grabbing a serving of pancakes and sitting around the kitchen and outside in the backyard to enjoy the morning warmth before it got too hot. You settled with three pancakes, adding sliced bananas on top and drowned them in syrup. "Max these are incredible" You say after swallowing a sticky mouthful of pancake and banana. 

"Hey she didn't do all of the work!" Steve yelled over the sound of the kitchen sink, elbows deep in soapy water. 

After a day of laying in the sun by the pool, and swimming until your arms hurt it was time to start getting ready for the show tonight. Most of the gang had gone home to get ready which left you alone sat on the floor surrounded by every item of clothing you had brought. You pouted at your choices, none of them seeming to satisfy you. With a groan you leaned back until you were laying on the floor. 

"Somehow I always find you on the floor" Robin said from the door. "What's your dilemma this time" She said coming to join you on the floor 

"I don't know what to wear" you grumbled, throwing an arm over your eyes. 

"Just like, wear something all black, it's a pretty metal band, and a dingy bar so you don't have to try so hard to fit in"

Leaning up onto my elbows you surveyed your options once more. "Do I look like I wear all black?" you say gesturing to the colourful and mismatched pile of clothing. 

Robin rolled her eyes. Leaning forward onto her knees she rummaged through the clothes, mumbling to herself as she went along. 

"Here" She said shoving a full outfit into your hands. "Go put it on" She poked at your sides until you were laughing and helped you up off the floor. Shoving you towards to bathroom to get dressed. 

It was the Metallica shirt that usually you wore exclusively for sleeping. A pair of black shorts, with rainbow striped socks and your converse. It was a simple outfit, and you were kind of annoyed you didn't consider it in the first place. "Perfect!" Robin said jumping up and down while clapping her hands. "You look so cute"

You blush, avoiding her gaze. "You said it was a metal band?"

"Yeah, super metal, very loud, I never know what they're singing half the time, but I'm there to support" She said shrugging, jumping a few times while buttoning up her jeans. 

Going with the theme of black, you did some messy black eyeliner, smudging it out around the edges to give it a more 'alternative' vibe, whatever that meant. but I smudged it out more. You added a lightly tinted lipgloss giving your lips a perfect cherry pink color. 

The hideout was about an hour away from the centre of Hawkins, the bar stationed at the very edge of the town in an almost deserted area with only a few other buildings around it. The neon sign outside of the door flickered, half of it burnt out but still trying  illuminated the large bald man who sat on a stool right next to the door, probably there to card minors, but by the looks of him he probably let most of them in. 

Once inside the bar was exactly what you would picture any old dingy bar to look like. Wonky wooden floors that were abused by the heavy footed men who spilled their drinks after having one too many, or knocking over the tall bar tables in some sort of petty fight they wouldn't remember in fifteen minutes. The lights low, so only the few yellow wall lights filled the room with a faint glow. A couple of red faux leather booths across the left side of the bar, closest to the bathrooms that you could only imagine smelled like that weird portapotty chemical smell. 

You scrunched your nose at the thought. Most of the gang ran over to grab seats in the booths while Robin lead you to the bar. 

"What can I get for you two ladies?" the bar tender asked. He was tall and thick with muscle. Covered in tattoos, and some of them definitely looked gang related, but you didn't let your eyes linger on them very long. 

"Could I get a vodka and coke?" Robin asked, her fingers tapping anxiously against the hardwood of the bar top. 

The bartender nodded and then looked at you. "Just a sprite would be great" I said smiling.  "Also thank you" 

His lips lifted ever so slightly into a small smile as he went about making our drinks. You smile to yourself, feeling accomplished from making the mean tough man smile.

"You're not drinking?" Robin asks with a raised brow, fingers still tapping away as she spoke. 

"I can feel a headache brewing, don't want to make it worse by drinking tonight" it wasn't a lie, you decently did have a headache brewing, tension from the nerves of finally meeting the mystery man named Eddie. If you added alcohol into the mix tonight you'd be in for a rude awakening tomorrow.

Robin hummed, barely paying attention to what you said, her eyes searching every crevice of the bar.

 "Anxious about Vickie?"

Her eyes were wide, and she was so jittery she looked like a chihuahua. "No! Why would I be? Of course I'm not anxious" she said quickly, but folded even quicker. 

"Well yes, a lot actually, she said she would be here, but what if she doesn't show?" She eagerly grabbed her drink the minute the bartender set them down. You give him another small smile before slapping down some cash for the drinks, and a couple into his tip jar.

 "You talked to her on the phone today right?" Robin nodded, sipping her drink. "And she said she was coming, and that she was really excited to see you right?" You asked, repeating her words from earlier. 

"Yeah she did"

"So then she'll be here Robin don't worry about it" you give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze and she smiles, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

"I'm sorry for freaking out about it so much"

"Don't apologize, that's what best friends are for, we sign up to listen to you freak out about the same thing a million times, s'just our job" you shrug.

She rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to say something witty probably but the uproar of the gang behind the two of you made her turn around. "Oh!" She yelled and quickly made her way over to the booths. Confused you follow and watched as she envelopes a tall man with long curly hair in a hug. You assume this was the 'Eddie', Max had told you about yesterday but you could only see the back of him. 

Shyly sliding next to Robin, who now held him at arms length, you were finally able to see him. 

My god was he beautiful. You don't know why Robin didn't tell you; You guess the whole being a lesbian thing it probably didn't even occur to her. His skin looked like porcelain, and his eyes were such chocolate brown you were sure they would make anyone who made eye contact with him melt. He was smiling while Robin babbled to him, words you couldn't even make out because you were so entranced by him. He had dimples, and deep lines that formed when he smiled around his eyes and mouth. His face so full of expression, giving you exactly the response you would want from whatever you told him. When his eyes flickered to yours it felt like time had stopped. He furrowed his brows, just slightly, clearly confused as to who you was, but there was something in his eyes you couldn't quite make out, but it made them sparkle. 

"Oh! Let me finally introduce you two" Robin said turning towards you. Snapping you out of your thoughts you shook your head a little, plastering a smile on my face and reaching your hand out towards him. 

"She's a she?" He said turning to robin. "I thought your roommate was a dude this entire time?" 

"No you dingus, I've talked about her before, and she is very much a she, not a dude. Not my fault you gendered a nickname" She said rolling her eyes and returning to the gang behind you. Everyone clearly already having said their hellos, leaving us to get to know each other a little.

"Sorry about that" you blush.

He smiled at you, bringing his hand forward engulfing yours with his and shook it lightly. He repeated your name, and it sounded like heaven coming from his lips. You correct him, and give him your nick name which you prefer to be called but he ignores it, glancing down at your shirt.

"That's my shirt?" He said letting go of your hand to tug at the hem of the fabric. 

"Huh?" you look down at his hand and then back up at him. 

"This is mine, I thought I lost it, but you of all people have it?" He said raising his eyebrow. 

"Oh Robin gave it to me, she didn't want to throw it out, so I took it" You say shyly, looking down at your feet. "I usually sleep in it, I don't listen to them so I feel bad if I wear it out"

"So you're wearing your pyjamas at a bar?" He teased. 

You bit the inside of your cheek and smiled up at him. "I didn't pick out the outfit alright? I'm a lot more colourful than this" You say waving a hand up and down your body. 

"I can tell" He said with a laugh. "Alright I gotta head to the stage, I hope you enjoy the show, even if you don't listen to stuff like this"

"I'm sure I will, break a leg up there" You say, giving him a small thumbs up. He crossed both his fingers on each hand in return. 

When he made it to the stage you grabbed robin; maybe a little too aggressively as she almost spilled her drink all over the floor. "Why didn't you tell me he looked like that?" you spat, trying not to get the attention of the rest of the group. 

"Huh?"

"Eddie!" you exclaim.

"What about Eddie?"

"Oh my god" You ran a hand over your face. "He looks like a fucking sex god Robin and you let me leave the house looking like this?"

"You look cute!" She argued. 

"Maybe! Not cute enough for him" You say throwing your hands up in the air.

"Wait do you like Eddie?" she asks excitedly

"Well I don't know him, so I can't say yes to that, but his fucking face apparently has a way of making me have feelings that's for sure"

Robin snorted. "Oh my god I can't believe you're crushing on Eddie" 

"Robin I swear to god, if you say anything to anyone I will spill so much lego on the floor of your room you will never be able to walk comfortably ever again"

"I never said I was going to say anything!" She said in defence. "But no, I won't say anything. He for sure thinks you're pretty though" she said into her glass. 

"How would you know that?" you snort

"Because he's staring at you" she said smiling.

A panicked quick glance to your right to see that he in fact, really was staring at you. He seemed lost in thought, his drummer talking to him passionately, his hands flying, all while Eddies eyes stayed locked on you. Blushing, you ended up being the first one to break eye contact, but Eddies eyes didn't stray from you for very long. 

About five minutes later Vickie finally showed up and ran full speed to Robin, hugging her so tightly while burying her head into Robins shoulder. They stood like that for a few minutes before finally breaking apart to give each other a cluster of kisses, laughing the whole time. 

You smiled while you watched them, knowing Robin had nothing to worry about. Vickie is hopelessly in love with that woman. 

More people filtered in and eventually people were standing shoulder to shoulder. Robin and Steve creating a protective amount of space around you, knowing know more about these types of crowds. Feeling very grateful to have them as friends who take such good care of you.

When Eddie emerged from the stage again he had removed his leather jacket. Now only a loose black tank top hung over his broad shoulders. His hair tugged half up into a bun to keep it out of his face. When he spoke into the mic I watched as his lips grazed the metal of it with each word. 

"How ya doing Hawkins?" His voice echoed through the bar. People cheering and clapping at the sound of his voice. 

"It's been a while, but I could never forget my favourite place" Another round of cheers. "Were gunna play a couple of our songs, but we wanna end it with the one that started it all, which is a cover of Metallicas Master of Puppets"

The gang excitedly screamed and clapped, encouraging him. 

"Alright, that being said let's get this show fucking started" He almost growled those last few words before he and the rest of his band started jamming on their instruments. Grabbing your camera out of your bag, you snapped a couple pictures of Eddie. For the memories... Obviously.

They were insane. You couldn't really understand the words, and you could feel your headache grow, but being able to watch each of them individually and how much passion they put into their performance it was worth it. 

Eddie looked like be belonged up there, like he was born to be on a stage, or at least the centre of attention. How could he not be with a face like that. His head bobbing along to the music as his fingers diligently worked up and down the neck of his guitar. His tongue jutting out over his top lip as he concentrated on the chords. His bangs were clinging to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face and onto his chest. The once loose fitting tank top now clung to his damp torso. 

When he finally opened his eyes again he looked right at you but it felt like he was looking through you. It felt like your heart had stopped and time had stood still for the second time tonight. You could see Robin look at you out of the corner of your eye but refused to give her the satisfaction of looking back at her.

When the show finally ended, the entire gang was so hyped up and excited. Apparently Eddie and his band had been traveling a bit around the U.S doing small shows, and people seemed to really enjoy them! 

We were all gathered around an old van at the side of the bar while the band came in and out, putting all their equipment in the back of the van. You scuffed the toe of your shoe off the ground while you waited with the rest of them. Robin and Vickie had been attached at the hip the minute Vickie entered the bar, so you drifted off to the side, afraid of bothering the rest of them. 

When Eddie came out and the gang got loud again, all of them exchanging hugs, and 'welcome homes'. You leaned against the side of the van watching them, Unable to hide the smile seeing them have so much love for their friend. A heart grunt from the door next to you made you turn, one of the band guys struggling to carry something. His hand was slipping and made the weight off so you jogged over quickly to grab the other end of whatever it was that he was carrying. It looked like it was an amp. 

"Thanks!" He smiled and huffed. 

"I couldn't just stand there and watch you struggle" You said while straining to keep your end of the amp up high enough to lift up into the van. He let you shift your end in first, clearly noticing your slight struggle. You dusted off your hands on your shorts once the amp was successfully placed into the van. 

"Thanks again" He said raising his hand up to you for a high five you smacked his hand, leaving the two of you with a stingy palm

"No problem"

"I'm Gareth by the way" he said introducing himself quickly before returning to the inside of the bar.

Going back to leaning against the van you crossed your arms over your chest, rubbing your arms and resting your hands on the tops of your shoulders, fighting off the small chill from the light breeze rolling by. Closing your eyes you leaned your forehead against the cool metal of the van, letting yourself relax into it slightly, the cold temperature soothing the dull ache behind your eyes.

"So how'd you like the show?"

Eddies voice startled your, your eyes snapping open with a small flinch. 

He laughed and gave you a sympathetic smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you" He said holding up his hands in defence. 

"It's okay" you laughed. "But I liked it. It was cool seeing you up there, very wild" You said honestly.

"I'm not like that all the time" 

"What a rockstar?"

"Well yeah, I'm just a big nerd, town freak, all that good stuff" He said shrugging with a small smile. 

"Aren't we all?" You asked tilting your head to the side. "Probably why we all get along so well huh?" You nod towards the slowly dispersing group of friends. 

He laughed, shoving his hands deep into his pockets, leaning back onto the balls of his feet, with his shoulders tucked up high near his ears. The loud bang of the doors of the van closing made the both of us jump. 

"Good to go Ed" Gareth said giving him a thumbs up. 

"Thanks man" Eddie said with a salute. He turned back to you quickly. "Where you staying? Steves?"

"Uh yeah" 

"I'll drive you" He said pulling out his keys from his pocket. 

"Oh no that's okay I came with- Wait where did she go" You looked around for Robin, spinning in a full circle. "She left with Vickie didn't she"

"About ten minutes ago, when you were helping Gareth with the amp" 

"The sex better be worth it if she's abandoning me" You say with fake annoyance. 

"Your chariot awakes m'lady" He said while dipping into a bow. 

"Why thank you kind sir" You quip with a terrible fake British accent, accompanied by a clumsy curtsy. Eddie reached for your hand, grabbing it and leading you up to the passenger side of the van which you now realized was his. He opened the door and continued to hold your hand to help me up and into the seat. After closing your door he jogged around the front and quickly got into the drivers seat. 

You clipped in your seatbelt, setting your bag on the floor by your feet. "Is it okay if I cross my legs?" You asked looking towards him. 

"Yeah why wouldn't it be?" He said turning around, one hand placed on the back of your headrest as he reversed out of the parking spot. You could smell him like this, sweat, beer, and some sort of cologne you couldn't decipher. 

"Didn't know if you were one of those car people" You joke while tucking your legs up and crossing them.

"You mean like Steve?" He said glancing at you. 

"Exactly that" 

"This van is probably older than me, it reeks of weed and cigarettes, you could pretty much do anything in here, I don't mind"

"I'll keep that in mind for when I have to pee" You tease. "I'll just pee my pants"

He scrunched his nose. "Okay maybe no pissing on my seats"

"Too late, I make no promises" 

"You're funny. I like it" 

"Oh, uh, thank you" You blush looking down at your hands, suddenly finding the nail polish on them very interesting. 

"So, tell me about yourself"

You groan. "That's like the worst way to get to know someone!"

"How is that the worst way to get to know someone? It's such a simple question!" He argued. 

"Oh it absolutely isn't! It's like the worst question they ask you at job interviews, I never know what they want to hear!"

He laughed loudly and you couldn't help but laugh with him. His head tilting back slightly. "Okay well what do you want me to know about you?"

"Oh fuck that seems even harder... Let me think about that for a moment" You said, and he let you. You sat in silence for a few minutes while you racked your brain for anything you thought was maybe interesting enough about yourself to tell him. 

"I like taking pictures?" You say, catching a side glance at him.

"What do you like to take pictures of?" He asked without a beat, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel.

"Anything really, I journal them often"

"You journal them?"

"Yeah, I tape them into a notebook, with kind of like a diary entry about whatever I wanna write about, and then I'll say something about the pictures and then cover the page with stickers and doodles"

"Are you gunna put the pictures of me in there?"

Your heart squeezed. "Yeah I might" you admit "You gunna be jealous if I don't?"

"My heart would be absolutely crushed princess" He said while taking one hand off of the wheel to clutch at his heart.

Princess. 

A small giggled bubbled in your chest, and a snort escaped amongst the laugh you let out. 

"What a wonderful sound that is" he said with a dreamy sounding sigh.

"What is?"

"Your laugh" he said turning to glance at you. 

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both reader and Jon being brainless and babbling praises to eachother and so close to eachother because any friction builds up to the other cumming🥹🙏🏾

OFCC, YOU GUYS KNOW I LOVE J BABYY🙄.

SENSITIVE!NEEDY!JONATHAN BYERS x BLACK!BUBBLY!BIMBO!READER

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both r and Jonathan are sensitive and are subs, this is taking place in season 4 tbh, purple palm tree delight talk, weed/blunts, smoking, crying kink, pleasing kink, butterfly position, pet names, babbling, babying kink, and all that good stuff.

YOUR FLIGHT TO CALIFORNIA WASN'T AS BACK AS YOU THOUGHT, it was simple besides sitting beside the dark haired boy Micheal Wheeler who mumbles all of the lyrics of a song.

Arriving at the airport after about 5 hours after the plan ride, you were finally with your boyfriend, Jonathan Byers-his friend, Argyle and the two siblings Will and Eleven.

You greeted everybody with a cheerful smile and Jonathan with a warm hug and unforgettable kiss, as his hand hooked into your belt hook on you jean shorts as he started follow you around like a lost puppy, just how you use to be back in hawks.

Once you guys first started dating you would never seen one without the other, but ever sense the mall fire, everything changes,, Jonathan would call at lease once or twice a month then how he use to do,

Which was once every week.

But it wasn't the time to worry about all of that, you guys were together in person, not distance away on the house-phone.

You, Jonathan and Argyle walked behind the three teens with glasses that Jonathan gave you, getting into the car, you choose to sit in the back seat, and Jonathan who wanted to be close to you followed as well.

Argyle driving, Will passenger seat, El and Mike back seats and, you and Jonathan in the truck, cuddle up tugging it upon one and another over and over, kissing and brushing against each other.

As you guys arrived at a mystery area you didn't know which was the roller rink, and allowed Will, Mike and El do get out of the car.

"Will.,, have fun!" Jonathan called out to his brother stepping out of the van and help you as well while smiling at the both of you.

You jumped out of the truck and gave Will a hug, "Don't be a party poo'er, okay I have something for you when we get back!"

Will smiled and hugged you back just as he was about to move away, you kissed his hair and whisper, "Don't let others bring you down."

He nodded as you hopped into the back seat of the car, and waved him off as he finally opened the door to the skating ring and turn to smile once more before walking in.

Argyle had be driving you and Jonathan for a while.. it was quite relaxing, moment after you guys stopped at the pit full of abandoned cars Argyle pulled out a bag,

"Purple palm tree delight?"

You looked back and forth at Jonathan and Argyle wanting a explanation, "What's is that?"

"It's weed darling!" Argyle yelled into you ear, as Jonathan laughed.

You laughed a little as well as you mumbled.. "I don't know.. if Jon likes it-I'll try!"

You just didn't know what you were getting yourself into, not a single bit.

Being that no brainer girl, innocent and bubbly you crawled to the front of the car, sitting between Jonathans legs as you giggle at him as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

Argyle rolled up the weed and lighted up, smoking it first with a little poof poof pass, to Jonathan who poof poof and turned you around, to blow it into your face.

You coughed as you inhaled it all before pouting at Jon.

"That hurts!" you mumbled as you hit his shoulder as he apologized to you, "Sorry baby."

Jonathan passed the blunt to you, as you nervously placed it between your lips and suck a lot in, as you exhale some through your mouth, and the rest out of your nose before coughing.

Jonathan patted you back telling you, "That's was good, very good for your first try precious"

You smiled to yourself at the praise before looking at Argyle how was already smoking him another blunt, you smiled at Jon before smoking in some more, and patting his cheek.

His mouth opened just as you blew it into your mouth and he exhaled it out of his nose while staring to your eyes.

Falling more and more inlove by the seconds just a your hand raised into his hand hassling into it, just as his slides up your body and does the same.

Still looking into each others eyes, just as you placed the blunt onto elbow rest, you pressed you forehead against him, giggling a bit.

The hold he had onto your head was so hungrier, he need you closer had to have you closer.

The moment lasted for a while before both of your heads flashed and turned to Argyle who was laughing loud as hell.

"Fuck-Argyle go play golf."

You laughed as Jonathan slapped the long haired boys chess, trying to get him out the car,

It didn't take as long as you thought.

Jonathan tucked his hand between your head and neck kissing it lovably before licking and breathing against it.

"Where were we?" he asked in a smoothing voice.

You giggle before he pulled you all the way onto his lap, brushing his hands against your thin t-shirt to see your harden nipples noticing you didn't even have a bra on.

He bring the blunt, smoking it before blowing it into thin air.

Just at the sight you were getting wet, and you knew he knew.

You slowly rocked your hips as he looked up at you like you were the only person in the world, "Y/N.. baby please-I need..haa~ ffff-fuck that's good!" you giggled at his stumbling voice.

Your lips latch onto Jonathan's neck, your teeth grazing the exposed skin, forcing on bite marks wanting your teeth printed on him, goodness.

The tip of your tongue is moving all around his neck, paying close attention to the hollow of his throat while you make the most of the moment and make him feel good about himself.

"Jon.. more.. I need help" you whimpered to him as you felt the tighten in his pants as you looked into his sparkling eyes.

"Yeah.. okay-sorry mm!" He answered quickly and softly between kisses, as you pressing your core against his problem.

There's no room for you guys to be embarrassed by your need, beside Argyle who was high as a kite.

"Fffff-fuvk!" The quiet squeak is just about all Jonathan can manage to let out, his hands settling tightly onto the hips of your body.

He's not helping at all, he realizes. He's not the one rocking you back and forth over his aching length.

You are.

He's babbling trying to help and bounce back and help you, but nothing is working the groans from him is getting loud as his moans are slowly escaping.

Head into the crook of your neck, eyes squeezed shut, pure bliss making every nerve ending movement pleasantly, he's not even inside you but is going crazy.

Is it the weed, the purple palm tree delight?

If you were to asked Argyle I'd tell you "Yeah my dude.. His been wanting to fuck you while his high" You'd be surprise at this thought as well.

Jonathan was different now, maybe from lack of sex, or lack of being around you or even from the weed and meeting Argyle,

You won't the only sub in the bedroom anymore, you both were.. you rocked you hips more and more, grinding fast and quick just as you were panting but kept telling yourself to go on.

"Jon!!" you whimpered, "I don't think I can keep going.. ffff'please... help"

He kissed your neck before gripping you hip more, pushing it against himself as he met you between the thrusts and crotch grinding together.

"Hold on.. fa'me please-holy shit!" He moaned as he tried to finish the sentence but your hands were now onto his shoulder as you both.

You both quicken the thrusting more and more, faster and faster just as you both were babbling like crazy.

Foreheads press against one and other, teary eyes as one of you let the first tear leak out and pour out of your eyes as you were looking deeply into each other legs holding onto each other tightly as hell.

"I ahhAh~! Need... haaa'need you Jonnn!" you moaned into the open mouth kissed you were giving each others.

"I knowwww haaa~!" he moaned back.

Jesus knows you both couldn't handle that but you can't understand how this feels as good as it does without any real replication of the wet heat of both of your bodies.

Jonathan thinks he's got it under control as he lets your body roll against his and meets you half way, it was only successful for a while, a short while.

Rocking, thrusting and grinding back and forth over and over, panting babbling to either.

Thinking they are both tight up but no..no, they aren't really hasn't.

"Ang-angel! You gotta stop.. I can't- fffffucking bullshit!" He babbled up to you rubbing his hand upon your waist to your hips and squeezing.

"No-J.. please!" you whimpered and babble, "Need..need need you.. I need!"

"No-nooo baby-honey I can't go on.. s'stop-" Jonathan begins but it's too late, everything is coming down, quicker then he thought.

Pleasure pile up, adding all together as the base of his spine, holding each other even close as you both cum

His splattering against the inside of his loose jean bottoms and all he can do is hold you close and while babbling and whimper up a bunch of moans.

"Bubba~ haaa- oh god please!" both of you moaning and whimper as you tried and tried to form a sentences, as he just placed open mouthed kissing upon your kisses.

As you bodies collapse onto each other, hips still rocking as Jonathan is cumming more, "I love you haaa.. I love you so much dimples."

"Ahh~ I love you moreee! I swear.. please I don't think I can stop aaAhh~ byres~!" you babbled to him panting and holding onto him tight like as you can feel the wet spot leaking through your panties and right through your shorts.

You lifted up a little just as Jonathan let out a laugh and cupped your clothed pussy, "You leaking.."

Just as you look down see the white substance dipping with the in between your thighs, pushing your head into your hands as you whimper form being sensitive and embarrassed at the same time.

"No need baby, come on I'll clean it up." he whispered in your ear as he pushed you so your back was against the seat and he was above you, kissing you heavenly.

You brushed your hand into his hair as he pulled his pants down exposing his high leak of cum and wet boxers,

"Jesus, look what you do to me Y/N."

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Nail To The Coffin - S2 - Chapter 7

Warnings: blood, injury, stitching, bruises, that kinda things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 6979

A.N: Things get a bit bloody. I feel like Reader has the same fate as Steve at this point. Both of them getting wrecked at the end of every season haha If that doesn’t scream “true soulmate” I don’t know what does lmao As always, please do make me know if I’ve written certain characters OOC and if you think there is something that can be corrected within the story. Thank you for reading. Hope you like it! 🖤 🥀

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“Mother of God,” muttered Owens as everyone stared at the monster that had just crawled out of the abyss and got close to the glass separating you from it.

Hopper leaned a bit to inspect it. You knew what he was thinking. The thing, even though it was a bit smaller and couldn’t stand on two legs, looked exactly like the Demogorgon. What you had speculated came to be true. The monster was really back. Although this time it wasn’t just one. There were multiple of them.

It snarled and lurched forward hitting the glass and making you all jump. 

“It’s…It’s polycarbonate. It can’t get through,” reassured Owens even though he didn’t seem to believe in his own words.

The monster, as if taking this as a challenge, let out a loud, echoing growl, calling its siblings who immediately answered the call and started crawling out of the hole, one after the other.

“Uhm, ok, maybe it can hold against one of them but against a dozen? I don’t think so,” you quipped and just as you said that, the monsters lunged at the glass and began landing hit after hit, quickly creating cracks in the structure.

“Yeah, you sure about that glass?”

“I think we should go,” you took a step backward. “Now!” you yelled panicked which drew Hopper’s attention and he signaled you towards the door while Owens pressed a button and suddenly all alarms were blaring.

You didn’t waste a second in bolting out of the place, Hopper and Dr. Owens hot on your tail. You stopped by the large metal door and let all people go through before Hopper closed it.

“This way! The stairs!” instructed the doctor as he ushered you and Hopper towards a staircase and you began climbing like your life depended on it.

Because it did.

Before you knew it, you were storming into Will’s room. You looked in confusion as you saw your mom with a syringe and your brother passed out cold.

“We gotta go! We gotta go!” said Hopper urgently and you didn’t hesitate to take Will into your arms while Mike grabbed a bottle of anesthetic drug and all of you ran out of the room and into the hallways, following Dr. Owens’ lead. Monsters had swarmed the whole institute and the sounds of shooting, growling, and screaming people came from every turn and corner as you ran down the corridors.

“Come on!” the man pretty much forced you into a room after you heard growling and shouting coming from somewhere ahead and you hid inside and locked the door, staying silent and unmoving as you waited for the storm to pass and watched the shadows of the monsters pass by.  

You panted as you laid Will down on a table and planted one hand on the surface to support yourself while the other flew to grasp your head and rub it in hopes of battling off the headache that had increased drastically due to all the rapid movements. You squeezed your eyes and let out a quiet grunt through your teeth as you waited for it to go away. Meanwhile, everyone looked at the camera monitors, seeing total chaos and death unravel right in front of their eyes.

“Oh, my God,” let out Bob which drew your attention and you peeked through your fingers, tired eyes widening at the sight.

Almost every hallway was littered with Demogorgons.

And as if that wasn’t enough, the lights began flickering before the electricity went out completely, leaving you all shrouded in darkness. 

“Ok, what do we do now?” you asked as you wrung your hands nervously and Joyce came to your side to wrap an arm around your shoulders and bring you close as you looked expectantly at the doctor. “We’re-we’re trapped. There’s no way we can get out of here without attracting the monster’s attention. I mean, if it was one, sure. They rely mostly on their sense of smell and hearing so as long as you’re sneaky and don’t get hurt and bloody, you’re good. But there are dozens of them!” you rambled on with a trembling voice.

“We can still try,” muttered the doctor as he scurried to open a drawer and pull out a couple of large papers, slapping them onto the desk, while Hopper turned on the flashlight so everyone could see. “Look, this is us,” he grabbed a marker and drew a circle on the blueprint of the lab, “and this is the nearest exit. I’m sure we can… somehow make it there. The thing is that… there’d be no way out if we don’t fix this one problem at hand.”

“What do you mean?” asked Hopper.

“The locks are fail-secure which means if there’s a power outage the building goes on full lockdown,” clarified the doctor.

“So, that’s the problem. Ok. Can it be unlocked remotely?”

“With a computer, sure, but somebody’s gotta restart the breakers.”

“Where are the breakers?”

“In the basement, three floors down,” before he even finished the sentence, Hopper was already turning his back on him and heading for the door.

“Where are you going!?” asked Bob fretfully.

“To reset the breakers,” answered Hopper like it was the most obvious thing in the world and you clicked your tongue. Of course that he would always get the dirty job done but you weren’t sure he’d be right to do so this time around.

“Um, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you drawled and he arched a quizzical eyebrow.

“How come?”

“Cause when you reset the breakers the only thing that’s gonna change is that we’ll get the power back on,” you unraveled and Bob nodded.

“Exactly! If you actually want to unlock the doors, you have to completely reboot the computer system and then override the security codes with a manual script.”

“Which I highly doubt you know how to do,” you added and the man looked back and forth between the two of you, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Fine, then just tell me how do I do that?”

“You can’t! Not unless you know BASIC,” exclaimed Bob, and Hopper sighed.

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It’s a computer program language,” joined Mike.

“Then teach it to me!”

“Shall I teach you French while I’m at it, Jim?” scoffed Bob. “How about a little German?” he turned around to face Owens. “How about you doc? You speak BASIC?”

“No.”

“Okay…okay, I got this…I got this,” he exhaled with a small confident smile and your face fell.

“No, Bob,” your mother shook her head as she tried to protest and stop the man but he reassured her that he’d be fine and that he’d complete the task without a problem. You looked away as they hugged, hand going to rub your face and move to your neck, as more worry and helplessness began settling in.   

Shortly after, you said your goodbyes to Bob as he and Hopper exited the room and went to retrieve some weapons. When Hopper returned, you whirled around to face him and your mother.

“It’s not too late. Let me go with him. I can protect him!”

“No!” exclaimed Joyce firmly. “This is out of the question!” she waved her hands categorically and you sniffed.

“He's risking his life! For our family! And none of us is going to lend him a hand?!” you looked at them with an expression full of sadness and guilt.

“Honey, do you think I don't want to!? I just can't!” cried out Joyce. “I can't shoot! I can't do a-anything to help! And we need Hopper because how else are we supposed to keep Mike and Will safe!?”

“That's why I offered to go!”

“No, kid!” Hopper joined in. “This is non-negotiable! This time I'm serious!” he stated sternly as he leveled you with a look and you faced away. “You're not going out there and that's final!”

All you could do was wait and pray.

“Why are the lights off?” inquired Jonathan.

“Maybe it’s closed?” offered Nancy unsurely.

“Security took the night off? I don’t think so,” he closed the car’s door as he went to the security cabin in order to inspect and see if pressing buttons would do the trick but it didn’t. And that only made him get more anxious because things were going from bad to worse and he was pretty sure that his family was most probably trapped in the lab right now and he didn’t know what to do.

“It’s not working?”

“No! The power’s off.”

“Jonathan?”

“What?”

The two of them fell into silence, bodies stilling, as they heard rustling nearby.

“I think there’s something in the woods,” muttered the girl as she began walking towards the sound and he quickly went after her, grasping her by the shoulder to pull her back.

“Nancy. Nancy, stay back.”

But then they saw lights peeking through the trees and their rapidly beating hearts calmed down a bit as they came to the realization that there were humans out there and not monsters.

“Hello?! Who’s there!?”

It was no other than Steve and the kids who exited the forest and both parties halted and stared at one another in confusion and shock.

“Steve?” exclaimed both Nancy and Jonathan.

“Nancy?”

“Jonathan?” shouted Steve and Dustin at once.

“What are you doing here!?”

“What are you doing here?”

“We’re looking for Mike, Will, and Y/N,” explained the girl, and Dustin and Steve looked at each other in confusion.

“Y/N and Will? I thought they were home. Didn’t Y/N call yesterday, saying she’ll be staying home with Will because his situation was worsening?” Dustin turned to look at Lucas and the boy nodded.

“She did. But then she never called again. Mike got very worried. I think he went to check on them and see what was going on.”

“Well, they weren’t home. Nobody was,” Jonathan threw his hands in defeat and Steve’s eyebrows furrowed. It was pure chaos for a minute and then dead silence engulfed the whole group.

“They are not… You don’t think they are in there…are they?” asked Dustin hesitantly and everyone turned to look at the dark lab as a suffocating unsettling feeling crept within everyone.

Then the screeching of monsters echoed, making them all jump in fright.

And now Steve couldn’t help but think that yes, you were most definitely stuck in the lab with monsters lurking in the darkness. His heart burst out of his chest at the thought of something bad happening to you and he almost immediately bolted for the building to see if he’d be able to somehow get inside and save you.

He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost you.               

You let out a big sigh of relief once the lights flickered and turned back on, showering the room in bright luminescent light. It usually made your eyes burn a bit but now it made you the happiest person ever. The others seemed to share the sentiment and you turned to look at the now working camera monitors, seeing Bob by the computer.

“He made it,” commented Mike and you smiled.

Bob was actually really, really smart. Sure, you had enjoyed his goofy personality since the moment your mother had introduced him to you, but what you appreciated more about him was his intelligence. You were grateful that over the course of a couple of months, he had helped expand your knowledge. You hadn’t learned much other than some basics – it was only theoretical knowledge, not practical knowledge – but now you were looking forward to expanding that knowledge even more, seeing as how it could be useful in such circumstances. You were definitely going to ask Bob to teach you more once you got out of here and fixed the whole situation with Will and the shadow creature.

“Ok, Bob, can you hear us?” Dr. Owens interrupted your train of thought as he spoke to the man.

“Loud and clear, doc. Can you hear me back?”

“We hear you.”                                                       

“All right, give me a minute,” he said and you all waited nervously before he finally said the magic word. “Open Sesame,” and the doors got unlocked.

“It’s open!”

“Son of a bitch did it.”

For a moment you had all gotten a near heart attack when you saw a monster going Bob’s way but the man was smart and he managed to distract it by turning on the fire alarm sprinkler system.

“Ok! Ok, that worked! Now, get out of there!”

“And I think we should go as well,” Joyce commented and Hopper nodded as he approached the table Will was laying on but you intercepted him and shook your head. “No, I got this,” you took Will in your arms, letting out a grunt. He was surely growing up and getting heavier.

“You sure you don't want me to carry him?” asked Hopper with an arched brow and you nodded.

"It's fine. Your hands have to be free so you can shoot if push comes to shove. Go on. We gotta hurry," you ushered and everyone got out of the room after Dr. Owens handed Hopper a walkie-talkie, telling all of you that he’d stay behind to look out for you and guide you and Bob out of the building safely.

Anxiety was eating you from the inside out as you moved silently through the corridors. You were flooded with memories of the time you spent in the Upside Down, running and hiding from the Demogorgon.

And to think you had sworn to never play hide and seek again.

Will was heavy in your arms and your body was exhausted and aching due to the lack of proper rest and the blow to the head you had received thanks to the vines, making your head buzz and your arms and legs feel a sting as if someone was prickling them with needles. But the adrenaline and the fear running in your system, coupled with the determination to leave this wretched place and bring your brother to safety, gave you the needed strength and pushed you to keep on going.  

And at last, you reached the exit.

The sound of a door sliding open was probably the best thing you’ve heard in a while. You and Hopper let Mike pass first, then it was your turn with Hopper following close behind. Your mother stayed inside, however, waiting for Bob. Your eyes darted between her and the others, heart-clenching, and you let out a sigh, passing Will onto Mike and Hopper.

“I’ll go to her,” you informed them and after a hesitant nod from Hopper, you went to join your mother inside, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “He’s gonna be fine. Dr. Owens is guiding him through the hallways. He’ll evade the monsters and come out safely,” you tried encouraging her and she nodded but you could see she was beyond worried and you couldn’t blame her. You were worried too.

You slowly approached the large double doors and hesitantly wrapped your hand around the handle. You gulped as you opened the door slightly, enough so that your eye could peek through the thin crevice.

“Y/N, get away from the door,” scolded your mother in concern but you opened it a bit more instead. The hallway was empty and there was no sound of growling nearby. You don’t know if it was your intuition that had prompted you to open the door but whatever it was you were grateful for it because thanks to that you were able to see Bob round the corner and run full speed towards you.

“Shit!” you cursed as you opened the door fully which allowed Bob to pass by without a hassle and you immediately shut it close and locked it, your body jerking when the monster hit the wooden surface.

Your breathing was ragged as if you had just run a marathon but really it was only the stress and the fear. You stared at the door that was shaking and bouncing under the hits of the monster and you whirled to look at the man who was stupidly standing there and looking at your mother instead of running. You rushed to his side and grasped his arm.

“We have to go! C’mon!” you forced him to move forward, practically shoving him towards your mother.

But just before you could take a step after him, part of the door got thrown open and the monster flew inside right towards you. You let out a sharp gasp as it tackled you to the ground.

Joyce witnessed it all unfold with wide eyes, hands flying to her face as she watched the monster sink its claws into your left side, slashing at you. You let out a pained screech that mingled with your mother’s terrified one, eyes shutting as your body convulsed because of the unbearable pain. Hopper entered the lab immediately, face falling in shock and panic at the sight.

Suddenly, you felt the Demogorgon’s weight disappear, its claws being pulled out of your flesh. You turned your head and opened your eyes only to see that Bob had wrestled the monster off you and was now trying to keep it at bay. He couldn’t fight it for long and he yelled in pain when it sunk its claws into him just as it had done to you.

You could only watch in utter mortification as you felt arms wrap around your body and lift you to your feet. Hopper didn’t hesitate to pick you up, managing to carry you with one arm while he tried shooting at the monster with the other that was holding the weapon. You could hear screaming but at this point, everything was mixing together. You could hear both your mother and Bob screaming and sobbing and you could hear multiple monsters growling and screeching as they broke down the door completely and joined their sibling in tearing up Bob and you could hear Hopper yelling at your mom to go.

He had given up the thought of saving Bob already and was pushing Joyce away from the scene and out of the lab, harshly opening the door and leading you all outside.

“No!” she screamed as she looked back at the bloody scenery and Hopper went to stand in front of her and block out the view.

“He’s gone!” he yelled. “He’s gone but your children are still alive and they need help! We have to go!” he tried to snap her back to her senses while Mike looked between the three of you in panic.

Then the sound of honking came through and everyone turned to look at Jonathan and Nancy driving by.

“C’mon! Get in!” shouted Jonathan and Joyce stumbled forwards, helping Mike carry Will into the car before climbing in as well.

Meanwhile, Hopper adjusted his hold on you and ran to his car and only when you were put down on the seat did you snap back to reality and the pain returned full force, making you whine as your hand flew to the bleeding wound. Your clothes were torn at the place it had slashed and there was blood everywhere – on your hands, on your pants, on your abdominal area.

“Hang in there, kid, you hear me!?” asked Hopper as he grasped your face firmly but got no response other than a sob. “I need to know you can hear me! C’mon, kid,” he shook you lightly and you nodded. “Alright, alright, that’s good,” he closed the door and got onto the front seat, speeding off after Jonathan.

A minute later, both cars were already at the front gate, stopping to pick up the rest of the group. Joyce placed Will on her lap so Mike could scooch over and open a seat for one more person. 

“Harrington, get in! I need you here!” yelled Hopper and Steve looked between the two cars before he climbed in the backseat of Hopper’s, followed by Max, and his eyes widened when they landed on your bleeding form while Dustin climbed on the passenger seat.

“W-what happened!?” exclaimed Steve.

“Got attacked by those monsters,” snapped Hopper. “Try to put pressure on the wound and stop the bleeding!” he ordered and Steve looked around in panic, wondering what to do. Max was no better as she just stood in shock trying to process what was happening. Steve clumsily took off his jacket and bunched it up, proceeding to place it above the wound and add pressure. You whimpered in pain, body spasming, and his one hand went to push away the damp strands of hair and grasp your face in an attempt to reassure you, smearing blood on your skin in the process.

Dustin turned to look at you from the front seat, eyes filled with horror while Max snapped to look at Hopper.

 “W-we have to go to-to the hospital,” she stuttered out and Hopper shook his head.

“No hospital! We don’t know what’s gonna happen with Will when he wakes up. And apparently, she also has this…mark from that thing. We’ll end up attracting those things there and we can’t risk it and put this many people in danger.”

“What?!” Steve snapped his head to look at the man. “But Y/N-“

“We’ll clean and stitch her wound ourselves. If we’re unable to stop the bleeding, we’ll take her to the hospital.”

“We’ll be gambling with her life then!” screamed the boy with eyes full of anger and panic and Hopper tightened his lips. Just when he was about to change his mind and choose to drive to the hospital, you spoke out.

“No hospital,” you groaned and Max sniffed, looking at you.

“You-you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I don’t want to,” you coughed. “I d-don’t want to put pe-people in danger,” you stammered out as you grasped Steve’s hand and he looked away, trying to blink a couple of times in order to prevent tears from gathering in his eyes.

“I just want to go home.”

You didn’t know how much time passed since you set off but to you, it seemed like ages until you finally felt the car come to a stop when Hopper parked in front of your house.

Steve threw open the door and jumped out, quickly reaching back to pull you towards himself and position you properly so he could take you into his arms. Meanwhile, Hopper jogged towards the house and pretty much kicked the door open to make way for Steve to pass through. Jonathan watched in utter shock and horror as he rushed to get out of his car, followed by a terrified Nancy, Lucas, Dustin, and Max. Mike ran to help Joyce get out of the car as she tried to adjust her hold on Will and carry him, and everyone hurried to enter the house.

You groaned when Steve gently let you down on one of the sofas and took the jacket out of your hands that you had been holding weakly. In the meantime, Hopper was tearing through all shelves and cabinets in search of the first aid kit and the proper tools. 

“Remove that shirt, it’s gonna get in the way,” he yelled at Steve over his shoulder and the boy didn’t hesitate to do as he was told.

“Hopper, what are you doing? Why didn’t you take her to the hospital?” Joyce spoke with raised, trembling voice and Hopper had to have the same conversation with her that he had with Steve back in the car. She wasn’t pleased that the life of her daughter was being put in risk’s way but they had wasted enough time already and they needed to act fast. 

“Ok, I know this is gonna hurt but I just need you to,” he grasped the hem of the shirt and began pulling it up. “-lift your arms for a bit, ok?” you groaned in pain when you felt the wound stretching and bit your lip while the boy pulled the shirt over your head. Thankfully you had a tank top underneath otherwise you would’ve died from embarrassment. It was more than enough that Eddie had seen you in your bra.

Hopper laid out a clean kitchen paper on the coffee table and placed the freshly sanitized instruments on it, making sure everything was within reach. At the same time, Joyce laid down Will on the opposite sofa by the window and joined Steve by your side while Jonathan, Nancy, and the kids stood aside and could only watch fearfully, not knowing how to help.

“Let’s inject her with the drug we used on Will,” offered Joyce as she wiped her tear-stained cheeks.

“No! No anesthesia,” said Hopper as he scrubbed and washed his hands before he rushed to the sofa and sat by your side. “We don’t know the proper dosage to put her under. We might end up putting her to sleep…for good,” he explained and Joyce exhaled shakily.

It was true. Thanks to Dr. Owens they knew what dosage Will needed in order to be put to sleep safely. But you were older and the dosage varied for different ages, weight, etc. They could either inject too little which would do nothing or inject too much which may indeed put you to sleep forever. Anesthesia was a tricky thing and it was especially risky and dangerous because you were injured and already slipping in and out of consciousness either way.

“Hey,” called gently Hopper as he took your face in his hand and had you look at him. “Look at me, kid. I’m gonna stitch the wound. It’s not too deep but it ain’t superficial either. It’s gonna hurt like hell,” he informed you and you bobbed your head tiredly.

“Do it.”

He lifted your top a bit, revealing your stomach area and everyone cringed at the sight. Max and Dustin watched with wide eyes, rooted to their spot, while Mike’s hands flew to his head as he tried looking anywhere but at the blood but couldn’t. Lucas just watched on with a scrunched-up face while Nancy gasped and Jonathan’s fisted hand pressed against his trembling lip.

“M-mom,” he croaked and Joyce turned to look at him. “How can I help?”

“Come. Help us hold her,” she beckoned him over.

“And bring me a glass of alcohol,” you added weakly and he rushed to grab a bottle and bring it to you. You took a couple of big gulps, hoping and praying that the alcohol would be quick enough at entering your system and numbing your senses.   

Hopper proceeded with the treatment then. He first properly cleaned the wound with hot water and you hissed, letting out muffled grunts the whole time. It hurt but it was somewhat bearable.

The real challenge came when he plunged the needle into your flesh, making your body jerk as you let out a cry.

“It’s ok, dear, you won’t feel your arm in a bit, I promise,” reassured you the doctor after withdrawing the needle from your vein and going to prepare the tools she’d need to stitch it. True to her word, you were beginning to feel your left arm going a bit number. Local anesthesia was truly amazing.

“Did you call mom?” you asked Hopper timidly and he nodded.

“Of course, I did, kiddo. She’ll be here soo-“

“Y/N!” as if on cue the door burst open and Joyce stormed inside, followed by Jonathan and Will, their eyes searching the room frantically before they landed on you.

The sight they were greeted with was terrifying.

You were sprawled on a chair, your face was all bloodied and beaten, your right arm was resting on your spread thighs as blood sipped from your hand. The upper part of your dress was torn and the white color was dirtied with splatters of blood, there were bruises on the inside of your thighs, and the most striking was your left arm that was perched on a desk, a big gash oozing blood was decorating it and the doctor seemed to be getting ready to stitch it up.

Will let out a terrified gasp and Jonathan pulled the boy towards him. Will’s back hit Jonathan’s torso and his older brother was quick to cover his eyes but Will grabbed his hand and pulled it away, not wanting to be left in the dark – literally and figuratively.

“W-what happened!?” cried out your mother and your eyes widened as you shut your legs closed and straightened up in your seat, ready to stand up and go hug her and reassure her you were okay but Hopper, who was standing next to you, placed a hand on your shoulder to remind you that you shouldn’t move.  

“Um, Joyce? Can I talk to you for a second?” asked Hopper as he walked towards her and pulled her outside the cabinet.

Meanwhile, Will rushed to your side with Jonathan following close by. He looked at your face and gulped. You could see he was fidgeting and wringing his hands with worry as he tried fighting the gathering tears and you lifted your right arm, beckoning him to come for a hug. He didn’t hesitate to crash into you and carefully wrap his arms around you. You kissed his temple and rested your chin on top of his head as your arm wrapped around his shoulders, mindful to not touch him with your hand and dirty his shirt. 

“What happened?” asked Jonathan as he crouched in front of you and placed a hesitant hand on your knee.

“I had a crazy night,” you sighed as you watched the doctor come near you and Jonathan stood and moved away to give her space, Will doing the same and pulling away.

Then Hopper and your mom returned inside and came to stand by your side. Joyce sent you a wobbly smile as she caressed the side of your face, eyebrows furrowing when her eyes shifted to look at the wounded flesh of your arm, gulping.

You let out a hiss, body shuddering when the doctor plunged the needle and she immediately ceased her movements, looking up at you in confusion.

“Are you still feeling pain?”

“Not much but…yeah, I do.”

“Oh gosh, I’m-I’m so sorry. I must have miscalculated the dosage. I’m still relatively new. Let me-let me call someone else-“

“Just keep on going,” you interrupted her. “It’s fine.”

“Honey, I think we should-“

“Please…I don’t want to waste more time. I just want this to be over. I wanna go home,” you told her and she tightened her lips, looking at Hopper who let out a sigh through his nose and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Alright then, doc, just…keep on goin',” he nodded at the woman and she gulped nervously as she steadied her hands and proceeded with the suturing.

The pain wasn’t too sharp which you were thankful for. But it still hurt and you clenched your eyes shut, focusing on breathing and Will’s hand holding your wrist.

You never wanted to experience needles and suturing again.

The irony was excruciatingly irritating and painful right now.

Your neurons were set on fire.

Joyce and Steve held you down while Hopper tried his best to stitch the wound. It resembled two large claw-like gashes. You weren’t sure if the monster had gotten any organs damaged but seeing as how you were still breathing it probably hadn’t. Otherwise, you would’ve been dead before Hopper had the chance to drive away from the lab.

Your body jerked once again as Hopper pierced your skin tissue and you grunted gravelly through clenched teeth, back arching, making the three apply more pressure to steady you.

Joyce’s eyes welled with tears once again as she listened to her daughter cry, sob, and let out choked yelps of pain. Jonathan wasn’t any better. He couldn’t even stomach the sight so he faced away while his hands squeezed your shoulders in his attempt to hold you steady in place and Nancy rubbed his back soothingly, caressing his face and wiping away his tears. Steve looked at you through red-rimmed eyes as he reassuringly rubbed your knee and tried to make you focus on him and remind you to breathe.

It felt as if the pain went on for hours when you finally felt the suturing stop and looked down through half-open eyes to watch Hopper do a surgical knot.

“Where did you learn all that?” you whispered barely audibly and Hopper hummed.

“During the war.”

When the knot was done, he put some antibacterial ointment on it and you released a strangled gasp at the slight pressure. It might have been slight pressure he put while applying the ointment but to you, it felt as if someone dropped a brick on you. Afterward, he wrapped it up tightly to prevent bleeding but not too tightly as to do more harm than good.

He finally stood up, taking a stumbling step backward as he let out a long exhale and Steve, Joyce, and Jonathan took a hold of you and slowly lowered you down, helping you lie down and adjust your position so you could be as comfortable as you could.

“There,” murmured Steve as he gently laid your head onto a pillow and carefully removed his hand from under your neck, and settled it on your head instead.

“Are you crying for me, Harrington? That’s not like you,” you whispered tiredly through half-lidded eyes and his pupils darted around as he gulped, the words getting stuck in his throat when his hand went to wipe the one barely visible stray tear that had escaped him.

“That’s just sweat. You really got us all worried… troublemaker,” he sniffed and you smiled weakly before slowly turning your head to look up at Hopper.

“Thanks, old man,” you uttered and he shook his head.                        

“There’s nothing to thank for, kid. Just rest and get better, ok? We’ll get you to a hospital as soon as we beat this son of a bitch,” he sent you a smile before he gave your head a small pat and left to wash his hands. You looked at your mother and brother who were on the other side of the sofa, reaching out to grasp your hand. You gladly accepted their warmth. 

“I’ll go get you a blanket, ok?” smiled Joyce faintly before retreating to her room and you let out a sigh as you turned your head to look at the opposite sofa where Will was lying.

“How is he?” you asked and Steve peeked at the boy over his shoulder before back at you.

“He’s sleeping…He’ll be ok…You both will be,” he tried to reassure you.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry that I wasn’t there,” muttered Jonathan as he stroked Will’s head and looked guiltily at him then at you.

“Don’t torment yourself…you wouldn’t have known,” you gave him an understanding smile.

“Sam Owens. Dr. Sam Owens... I don’t know how many people are there! I don’t know how many people are left alive!” spoke Hopper on the phone. You supposed he had called friends of Dr. Owens from the government. “I am the police! Chief Jim Hopper!”

You let out a huff. These people were not going to help you. You were pretty much on your own in this fight.

“They didn’t believe you, did they?” asked Dustin deflated.

“We’ll see.”

“We’ll see!? We can’t just sit here while those things are loose!” yelled Mike.

“We stay here and we wait for help,” stated Hopper firmly before going to Joyce’s room.

Meanwhile, Steve headed for yours. He opened the door hesitantly and looked around. He felt like he was trespassing but at the same time his curiosity won over his guilt and he fully entered.

It was a nice, cozy room. There was a big bed covered in fresh sheets that smelled like [your favorite scent]. There was a desk by the window that held a Greek god sculpture, a couple of Egyptian deities figurines, a stack of books, and an open notebook where you had begun writing something, only for the sentence to cut midway.

Next to the wardrobe was a bookshelf that was filled to the brim with books of all kinds and more, small, beautiful figurines. You had one of those sun catchers, dangling by the window with its multiple beads of different shapes and colors, reflecting light and casting it all over the room. Part of the window was made of stained glass that you had made yourself a year ago with the help of your brothers, of course. You always loved to try out new artistic projects and this one had been the most challenging yet, but totally worth it. The stained glass was beautiful and had similar colors to the Tiffany lamp on your bedside cabinet. You had covered the plain walls with nice wallpapers and had hung some posters of bands and favorite celebrities. There was an easel and a stack of canvas and lots and lots of paint and brushes and jars.

He smiled softly as he explored the space and shook his head, having to remind himself that he didn’t come to snoop around your private space but to get you a blanket.

“Here,” he said as he draped it over you and you sent him a smile while he sat on the ground next to you and took a hold of your hand after you had lifted your fingers to indicate that you wanted him to hold it.

And so the waiting continued.

The deathly silence continued.

The hopelessness, the despair, and the defeat continued.

And for you, the pain continued.

“Did you guys know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins AV?” asked Mike suddenly. “He petitioned the school to start it and everything. Then he had a fund-raiser for equipment...Mr. Clarke learned everything from him. Pretty awesome, right?...We can’t let him die in vain,” spoke the boy firmly.

“Well, what do you want to do, Mike? The Chief’s right on this,” Dustin confronted him. “We can’t stop those Demo-dogs on our own.”

“Demo-dogs?”

“Demogorgon… dogs… Demo-dogs…I mean if it was just Dart, maybe.”

“But there’s an army now.”

“Precisely.”

“His army,” interrupted them Mike, drawing their attention. “Maybe if we stop him, we can stop his army too.”

What followed was a whole brainstorming session with the children trying to piece together everything but the majority of what they came up with was something you, Joyce, and Hopper had already reached a conclusion to back in the lab while speaking to Dr. Owens. But at least now you had a name to put to the face – The Mind Flayer.

“Very poetic, I gotta say,” you drawled and Steve and Jonathan snorted lightly, shaking their heads at you.

“Sense of humor is still intact. That’s gotta be a good sign, right?” asked Steve as he turned to Jonathan and he smiled.

“Ok, so this Mind Flamer thing-“

“Flayer. Mind Flayer.”

“What does it want?” asked Nancy.

“To conquer us, basically. It believes it’s the master race.”

“Like the Germans!” joined in Steve and you tightened your lips as you tried to hold back a laugh because you knew it would hurt like a bitch.

“Uh, the Nazis?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, the Nazis,” he stammered and Hopper rubbed his temples in exhaustion. You could swear on his behalf – he was done with children at this point.

“If the Nazis were from another dimension, totally,” nodded Dustin. “Uh, it views other races, like us, as inferior to itself.”

“It wants to spread, take over other dimensions.”

“Well, that one seems very plausible if you ask me,” you added.

“We are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it!” joined in Lucas and Steve just threw his hands in frustration.

“That’s great. That’s great. That’s really great! Jesus!”

“Alright, but how do we kill it? That’s the question,” asked Hopper.

“Uh, you summon an undead army, uh, because,” stammered out Dustin, “because zombies, you know, they don’t have brains and the Mind Flayer it, it likes brains,” he explained and Hopper just threw the manual onto the table and let out a defeated sigh.

“What the hell are we doing here?”

“I thought we were waiting for your military back up,” said Dustin ironically.

“We are!”

“And even if they come, how are they gonna stop this? You can’t just shoot this with guns!” barked Mike.

“You don’t know that! We don’t know anything!”

“We know it’s already killed everybody in that lab!”

“We know the monsters are gonna molt again!”

“And we know that it’s only a matter of time before those tunnels reach the town.”

“They’re right,” came Joyce’s voice suddenly and everyone turned to look at her. She looked utterly exhausted. “We have to kill it…I want to kill it,” she sniffed.

“Me too. Me too, Joyce, okay? But how do we do that?” asked Hopper and suddenly, realization dawned upon you.

“Spy!” you yelled and lightly lifted your upper body to get a better look at the group but regretted it immediately because it put a strain on the wound, making you let out a heavy puff of air as you slumped back down.

“What?” asked Steve.

“Will spied on the Mind Flayer before, right? When he found me Hopper in those tunnels. Get him to spy again and find out what’s the weakness of this creature and where is its origin,” you explained a bit out of breath and Mike nodded.

“I thought we couldn’t trust him anymore,” Max pointed out questioningly. “I thought he was a spy for the Mind Flayer now.”

“Yeah, but…he can’t spy if he doesn’t know where he is.”

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TO SPREAD SOME HOLIDAY CHEER (AND AN EXCUSE TO ESCAPE YOUR IN-LAWS, OVERBEARING EXTENDED RELATIVES, SIBLINGS, and/or PARENTS)

LETS PLAY A LITTLE GAME

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

thank you @reidsbtch for tagging me!

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭...

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: eddie x bookworm!reader romance novel smut

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: rockstar!eddie jerkin it to fan!reader

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: argyle x hippie!reader idiots in love

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: hidden in plain sight (escaped convict!eddie x innocent!reader)

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: trapped under ice ch. 1 (single dad!eddie x teacher!reader)

𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔: immaculate misconception (rockstar!eddie x religious!reader--based on a conversation with @offensiunculae)

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: steeb harrington--only by request

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: edward philbert munson

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: i never say never because i'm the girly who wrote ted wheeler smut 🙆🏻‍♀️💅🏼

𝚂𝟻 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜?: max has powers and is able to help them defeat vecna without him even knowing

𝚔𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚢/ 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝?: no, i'm a firm believer that netflix couldn't pay joseph quinn enough money to reprise his role as eddie munson

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚢/𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝?: no, the duffers wouldn't break jonathan byers' heart like that

𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎: three that come to mind are @the-unforgivenn, @eddiemunsonsmum, and @munsonmuses

𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎: @word-wytch writes with such passion and dedication, and i love that we can just hype each other up about our wips

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: pretty sure it was the roan series by @luveline!

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: @corroded-hellfire and i quietly simped over each other prior to actually talking so i'm counting her

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎: does this count?

𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛: starting (and finishing) a 20-chapter series, taking on different reader-insert perspectives than my own, not chucking my laptop out of a window when words stopped wording

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 10.1k (trapped under ice ch. 17)

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎: best friends-to-lovers or enemies-to-lovers

𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏?: fluffy smut please!

f̾u̾c̾k̾ ̾m̾a̾r̾r̾y̾ ̾k̾i̾l̾l̾

𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚛. 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎?: fuck mr. clarke, marry ted (he's got some money), kill murray

𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚌𝚎, 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊? (𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖): fuck karen, marry joyce, kill claudia

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚛. 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛? fuck hopper, marry wayne, kill dr. brenner

𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎, 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, or 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑? fuck jonathan, marry argyle, kill keith

𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎? fuck argyle, marry steve, kill eddie (he's technically already dead canonically sooooo)

𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚊? fuck vecna, marry a demogorgan, kill the demobat

no pressure tags: @corroded-hellfire @rip-quizilla @vintagehellfire @munsonmuses @pastel-pillows @the-unforgivenn @eddiemunsonsmum @word-wytch @hellfire--cult

[farmergirlimagines]

MASTERLIST~~~~ Through Static & Shock 

Prelude : June 15th 1977

Chapter 1 : Sunday, November 6th 1983

Chapter 2 : Confessions Under The Stars And A Mysterious Car

Chapter 3 : Some Rules Are Meant To Be Broken

Chapter 4 : Two Blinks of the Porch Light

Chapter 5 : Different Dynamics and Disappearances

Chapter 6 : A Bumpy Way To Start The Day

Chapter 7 : Kisses, Complaints, and Confrontations

Chapter 8 : Questions, An Answer and A Reconciliation

Chapter 9 : Available on Friday January 17th

>>>Thank you for reading! Please comment and let me know if you want to be tagged in future updates of this story. See you all Friday!

[arriansarchive]

Regular Request Rules + NSFW Request Rules

Regular (non-smut) Requests Basic Rules

Request in the ask box

I am allowed to not answer (shouldn't have to be said but it is)

Do not request the same thing twice

I might add/change more rules and characters as time goes on because I'm forgetful

Just Notes

Why is my Miles Morales shit post getting reblogged pleeease pick anything other than that

Reader Rules (non-smut)

I will preferably do male reader

I might do gn reader

I won't do female reader so don't ask

I will accept reader being a characters sibling

Character Rules (non-smut)

I will do romantic female characters

I will do romantic male characters

Reader Rules (smut)

I will do dom!top!reader

I will do sub!top!reader

I will not do sub!bottom!reader

Kink Rules (obviously smut)

I will do degradation

I will not do praise (I'm horrible at it sorry)

I will not do pet names of any kind

I might do other kinks if you specify

Character Rules (smut)

I would preferably do m/m

I will try to do gn/m

I will not do gn/f

I will do m/f

Fandoms I Will Do

Spiderman Into/Across The Spiderverse

Miles Morales

Peter B. Parker

Miguel O'Hara

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Gwen Stacy

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Neville Longbottom

Luna Lovegood

Ginny Weasley

(depends) Draco Malfoy

Nymphadora Tonks

Harry/Ron

Hermione/Harry

Hermione/Ron

Neville/Harry

Neville/Luna

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Mandy Milkovich

Veronica Fisher

Kevin Ball

Possibly others if you mention them

Young Sheldon

Georgie Cooper

Mary Cooper

IT Chapter 1/2

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrack

Bill Debsbrough

Stanley Uris

Beverly Marsh

Ben Hanscom

Mike Hanlon

Eddie/Richie (movie/book)

Ben/Bill (book)

Bill/Stan (movie/book)

Stranger Things

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers (male reader only)

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Eleven

Max Mayfield

Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Jason Carver

Eddie Munson

El/Mike

Max/Lucas

Will/Mike

Nancy/Jonathan

Dustin/Lucas

Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children (book)

Alma LeFay Peregrine

Caul Bentham

Jacob Portman

Emma Bloom

Fiona Frauenfeld

Hugh Apiston

Noor Pradesh

Millard Nullings

Enorace

Jillard

Joor

Jemma

Nuwho

Eleventh doctor

Twelfth doctor

Clara Oswald

Amy Pond

Rory Williams

River song

12/Clara

Fear Street

Kate Schmidt

Simon Kalivoda

Josh Johnson

Ziggy Berman

Cindy Berman

Sally Face

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

Ashley Campell

Todd Morrison

Travis Phelps

Sal/Travis

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Heartstopper

Nick Nelson

Charlie Spring (x m!reader only)

Tao Xu

Harry Greene

Elle Argent

James McEwan (x m!reader only)

Imogen Heanley

Nick/Charlie

Elle/Tao

The Fosters

Mariana Foster

Jesus Foster

Callie Adams-Foster

Jude Adams-Foster (x m!reader only)

Brandon Foster

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Ari/Dante

Darius the Great Deserves Better

Darius/Chip

The 13th Reality

Atticus "Tick" Higginbottom

Sofia Pacini

Paul (insert last name here since I forgot)

Tick/Sofia

Tick/Paul

Sofia/Paul

[rekiilysm]

ETHEREAL: Ch10

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・

⇨ 「pairing— steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader」

⇨ 「a/n— SEASON TWO BABY!!! ok i am so so so sorry for the break in updates but it’s been stressful with school and stuff but it’s almost summer! there’s not much happening this chapter but it’ll come soon!」

⇨ 「warnings— the usual cursing but that’s about it」

⇨ 「word count— 2.2k」

CHAPTER TEN: MADMAX

   It was dark outside, and the only noise in the Henderson residence was the sound of the TV and Dustin cursing to himself while trying to find change for the arcade. Y/n was in her room doing homework on her bed, books and papers scattered everywhere. Her little brother then ran into her room quickly, "I need change." He said before pulling out one of her piggy banks. Her eyebrow rose up while looking at her brother.

   He then started to pour out all the change on the carpet floor, making the Henderson girl's eyes widen as she quickly got up and stumbled over to her brother. "What the hell are you doing?!" She exclaimed, but Dustin didn't stop. She sighed, "You could've just asked.."

   After he got all the change out of the piggy bank, he set it down before crouching down on the floor. "Sorry, Y/n/n. Me and the guys are going to the arcade. Wanna come?" He asked, not even taking his eyes off the change on the carpet.

   She scoffed, "Of course I do, dummy!" He smiled, getting back onto his feet and standing in front of her.

   "We can share," he said, holding up the quarters. She nodded before her little brother bolted out of her room to radio their best friends. Y/n looked over to her books on her bed, remembering her homework that she should be doing...but a little fun wouldn't hurt, right?

———

   A little bit later, the two Hendersons pulled up to the arcade in the girl's car. Once she parked, the younger sibling was quick to get out and run over to the other boys. Y/n smiled to herself before getting out of her car, making sure to lock it behind her.

   While walking up to the group of boys, a honking noise filled their ears, making their heads snap towards the direction of the honk. It was Will and Joyce. "Hey!" Lucas exclaimed and waved to the boy in the car still. After a minute, the Byers boy eventually got out of the car and walked over to his friends.

The five made their way to different games, stopping at one of their favorites: Dragon's Lair. "To slay the dragon, use the magic sword!" The sexy princess told the players, making the boys swoon.

"Oh, Jesus! I'm in uncharted territory here, guys," he told them as they crowed around him. He pressed the button continuously, moving the stick around while his best friends and sister yelled at him.

"Down! Down! Down!" They all exclaimed.

Dustin kept his eyes glued to the screen, "I'm going! I'm going!" The knight on the screen then ran around the place while the princess in distress was, well, distressing. The four continued to yell at him, but then the dragon came onto the screen, making the curly haired boy shut them up. "Okay. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" He exclaimed, making them all stop as he pressed the button multiple times, only to get blasted with fire, loosing the game. "No! No! No! No! I hate this overpriced bullshit! Son of a bitch! Piece of shit!" He slammed his fist against the game, making his older sister put a hand on his shoulder.

"Okay there, tough guy, calm down," she gave him a pat on the shoulder before Lucas nodded along with her.

"You're not nimble enough. But you'll get there one day. But until then, Princess Daphne is still mine!" Lucas smiled cheekily, making Dustin sigh.

"Whatever. I'm still tops on Centipede and Dig Dug. And we got Y/n on top of PacMan, so the Hendersons still stay on top," Dustin looked over to his older sister, who gave him a smirk.

Before she could say anything, the party's favorite person in the world stood close to them. Keith. "You sure about that?" He asked, making the five look in his direction. Y/n rolled her eyes at the boy who had been trying to get a date with her since freshman year.

"Sure about what?" Dustin asked, but Keith just stayed silent, continuing to shove Cheetos into his mouth.

Y/n raised her eyebrow, "What do you mean, Keith?" The boy her age looked at her but still stayed silent.

Dustin scoffed before quickly making his way over to his favorite game. "You're kidding me. No, no, no." He pushed through multiple people, making the party struggle to follow him. "Move! Move! No!" He eventually made it to the game, but when he got to it, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

DIG DUG

BEST 5

SCORE NAME

1st 751300 MADMAX

2nd 650990 DUSTIN

"751,300 points!" Will exclaimed in shock.

Mike's mouth fell open, "That's impossible."

"How could someone get a score that high?" Y/n asked, shocked as to how someone could manage to get a score that high. I mean, she was shocked that Dustin got the score he did, but damn! That's a lot of points...

"Who's Mad Max?" Dustin walked up to Keith.

He smirked, his face still full of Cheetos, "Better than you."

"Is it you?" Will asked.

Keith scoffed, "You know I despise Dig Dug."

Y/n raised her eyebrow as Lucas questions the guy, "Then who is it?"

Dustin stepped forward, "Yeah, spill it, Keith."

The said guy continued to stuff his face with his cheesy snack, "You want information, then I need something in return." He smirked as he looked over to Y/n. Her eyes widened, along with the boys' as well. Her nose scrunched up in disgust.

Dustin's eyes widened, and it was almost like there was steam coming out of his ears. "No, no, no. No way. You're not getting a date with her. Not my sister. No, gross."

Y/n nodded along with her brother. "Yeah, no. I'm not going on a date with you, Keith."

The boys, other than her brother, gave her a pleading look. "Y/n, come on! Please just let him take you out on a date." Lucas asked as she shook her head.

"No, gross!" she exclaimed. Usually she wasn't so mean to people in front of their face, but it was Keith, so she didn't care.

"But it's for a good cause!" Lucas tried to talk her into it.

Dustin shook his head, "No, don't go out with him. Know what? He's gonna spread his nasty-ass rash to our whole family!" He said, not taking his eyes off of Keith. Y/n snickered, but coughed it off to cover it up.

Keith looked at the younger Henderson with an offended look on his face, "Acne isn't a rash and it isn't contagious, you prepubescent wastoid."

"Oh, I'm a wastoid? She wouldn't go on a date with you. Would you, Y/n?" he asked his older sister, who shook her head.

"Absolutely not," she said as her brother continued.

"You make, like, what? $2.50 an hour?" Dustin mocked. But while the two were going back and forth, the party didn't realize that Will had walked off.

"Nice perm," Keith mocked back.

Dustin scoffed, "Gonna make fun of my hair?" He asked the guy in front of him who rolled his eyes. The two continued to argue and bicker, but Mike and Y/n noticed that Will was gone.

Y/n looked down at Mike, "Go find Will. I'll stay here and try to split these two up." He nodded at her words before heading out the door to bring Will back inside. The girl sighed before attempting to pull her little brother away from the guy in front of him.

Once she finally got the two away from each other, she ushered the boys to go back to Dig Dug to get their spot back. Eventually, Will and Mike walked through the doors and gave her a smile before going over to her brother's favorite game. As Y/n turned to go over to them, Keith stopped her. She turned to him, and before he could say anything, she spoke up. "No." And then she walked back to her brother and her best friends. She was going to have fun with them, not worry about having to go on a date with Keith—she thanks Dustin greatly for that.

———

The next day, the two Henderson siblings pulled up to the high school parking lot. Y/n parked the car before turning to her brother. "Check up on Will for me, 'kay?" she asked, making him nod.

"Will do," he held up a finger gun, clicking his tongue before grabbing his backpack out of the backseat. Y/n did the same and got out of the car. "I'm surprised we got here on time today," he smirked, making the older sibling roll her eyes. She walked over to her brother, taking off his hat and ruffling his hair to get on his nerves.

"Watch it, curly," she warned playfully before grabbing his head, pressing an annoying kiss on his forehead.

He pushed her off of him, "Stop, Y/n." He whined, making the girl smirk as she plopped his hat back on his head.

"What? Am I embarrassing you?" she laughed as he fixed his hat.

"Yes, now please, I'm gonna be late," he said, making her groan.

"All right, fine. Love you," she gave him a smile, which he gave her one back.

"Love you too, you ass," he smirked at her, making her playfully roll her eyes at his words. He gave her solute before walking in the opposite direction towards the middle school. The Henderson girl shook her head, a smile still on her face. As he disappeared from her sight, her smile fell, her head doing the same. Oh school, how fun.

She walked on the grass to the school, her headphones over her ears. She had the copy of the mixtape she made for Steve playing in her Walkman. The chorus of "Somebody's Watching Me" by Michael Jackson played in her ears as she walked by Steve's car. What she didn't notice though, was that somebody was in fact watching her—it was Steve. Nancy was talking to him about his paper, but when the Henderson girl came into his sight, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

———

After a couple of classes, Y/n was at her locker getting some books for her next class. As she closed it, Jonathan and Nancy walked up to her. "Jonathan, just come. I mean, who knows, you might even, like, meet someone," Nancy told him, going to her locker next to the Henderson girl. The said girl raised her eyebrow before Steve Harrington came up behind Nancy, picking her up and twirling her around. She shrieked, but Steve only chuckled. Y/n made eye contact with Jonathan, both of them standing there awkwardly. Nancy and Steve began to kiss, which was the two freaks' cue to leave. Nancy pushed the Harrington boy off her with a smile before getting some books out of her locker. She looked in the direction where Jonathan and Y/n went, watching sadly as the boy walked away. But little did she know, Steve was watching them too, but his eyes were on Y/n.

Back with Y/n and Jonathan, they walked to their next class together. Even though they were in different grades, they still had some classes together. "So," Y/n's eyes caught a glimpse at the bright orange flyer in her best friend's hands. "Are you going to go to Tina's party?" she asked, making him look at her. "If you wanna, go ahead. I can handle the boys, and I'll keep an eye out on Will. Go have some fun."

He shook his head, "No, it's okay. She's gonna be busy with Steve anyway." The girl frowned at Jonathan's sad face. "And besides, it wouldn't be fun without my favorite Henderson." He lightly shoved the girl's arm with his elbow, making her smirk.

"Okay, one: obviously. And two: I'm telling Dustin you said that," she said with a smile, making his eyes widen. "Kidding. I won't tell him... well unless I need to one-up him." She laughed, making him crack a smile as well. She loved seeing her best friend smile. He has been through so much with Will, and he deserves to be at peace and be happy.

The two finally made it to their class, hoping the day would be over soon.

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It was now night time and Y/n was sitting in her room reading a book. She had dropped Dustin off at the arcade earlier, so he was still out. He asked her if she wanted to come with, but as much as she wanted to, her homework said otherwise. So now—luckily she finished her homework—she was reading a book for her English class. It was an interesting book; it was romance, which is kind of odd to make a senior English class read.

It's called "A Rose in Winter," which is about a lady—Erienne—who had fallen for a man she shouldn't be with, but she was also in love with the man she was supposed to be with. The story goes on her journey of conflict in her mind, which was very intriguing for Y/n. The story was a lot like the situation she was in, not that she realized. But she wasn't Erienne in this situation...someone else was.

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@milkiane @novacrystalli @stepasidefilth @maggiecc @star-flecked-soul @whore-for-eddie @obsessed-with-a-fictional-man @dallysnecklace @yuuki4646 @jinxed-jk @mvaldez7821 @seriously-ok-not @okjaeminn @lycaonpictusphotography @m-rae23 @untitledarea @gracella0709 @fanficfanatic204

lmk if you want to be tagged <3

[deeseelovez]

Hey! I know you just did a Robin Buckley fic but could you please do one where Robin and reader go to the movies with all their other friends (the kids too) but the thing is no one except Will for some reason knows there dating. So its a lot of secret hand hold and discrete kisses.

Thanks :)

I'm gonna try and do this.

robin buckley x reader 

Warnings: nothing but fluff.

Everyone was excited to watch ‘Stand by Me’. They had been planning it all week, everyone was going, Y/n, Robin, The kids, Steve, Nancy, and Johnathan. 

Robin and Y/n had been dating for about three months now, they had started being friends but at some point their feelings became more than just friends. 

They hadn’t told anyone, not even Steve of their relationship even though it was killing Robin that he didn’t know. 

Y/n had to get thrown out the window one afternoon. 

But one person did know, 

Will Byers. 

He was practically Y/n’s little brother, they lived close and one of Y/n’s younger siblings was in the party with other kids. 

One night, Robin had sneaked inside of Y/n’s room and inside a heavy make-out session, Will had walked inside of her room, he never knocked before so he didn’t see why he needed to then. 

They had sworn him to secrecy, it was basically Y/n just begging and offering to get him things but he kept it to himself as far as Robin and Y/n knew. 

Now, the two girls were sitting in the movie theater, a bucket of popcorn in between them, their pinkies laced where the bucket could hide their hands as they watched the movie intently. 

Y/n looks over at Robin thinking how beautiful the girl was as she laughed at some joke from the movie, she popped a few pieces of the popcorn in her mouth. 

She moved her entire hand over hers and Robin looks over at and smiles bringing up their hands and kissing Y/n’s. 

The movie was good and the couple enjoyed it but the walk home was better, Y/n being able to hold her hand as they walked together, they lived a street away from each other.  

Y/n stood in front of her house, she put her hands on Robin’s hips and moved kissed as a goodnight and then she watched as Robin walked the rest of the way home. 

[corroded-hellfire]

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

TO SPREAD SOME HOLIDAY CHEER (AND AN EXCUSE TO ESCAPE YOUR IN-LAWS, OVERBEARING EXTENDED RELATIVES, SIBLINGS, and/or PARENTS)

LETS PLAY A LITTLE GAME

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

thank you my beloved @munson-blurbs for tagging me 🤍

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭...

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: my true favorite is being used somewhere else on this list so I shall go with the runner up. Harrington!reader sticks up for Eddie after Jason calls him a freak

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: As You Wish, Part 1 (older!eddie x babysitter!reader)

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: St. Patrick’s Day Party

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: Top This, I believe. It was Easter and I decided I wanted to post an Eddie Easter fic and bam, somehow it came together very quickly.

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: Where the Heart Is, Part 4. My God there was some serious writers block trying to get that one done

𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔: my small collection of older!eddie stories that started with this ask about Eddie putting reader into subspace

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: Steve. He just doesn’t spark my creativity like Munson does

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: Eddie my beloved

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: never say never

𝚂𝟻 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜?: tears. Lots of them. Mostly from me. Max will come back, Dustin will be a wreck, Will is gonna open up to Jonathan and/or Mike, hoping for at least an Eddie cameo, and I’m a stancy truther so I’m already planning the wedding

𝚔𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚢/ 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝?: I think so, but I’m not sure they’ll necessarily call him kas

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚢/𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝?: God yes, please. They’ve both grown so much and are better suited for one another now and I don’t care what anyone says, Steve never stopped loving her.

𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎: gonna be completely honest and say I have no idea which blogs are considered bigger or smaller ones

𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎: @icallhimjoey is where I always know I can go for inspiration!

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: the first ones I remember reading were by @luveline!

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: @munson-blurbs cuz I’ve had a tumblr crush on her since day one

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎: it’s gotta be

𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛: Completed my first series on here. And in non-fanfic writing I successfully finished the outline for my first two novels!

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 17.5k for Where the Heart Is, Part 5

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎: idiots in love

𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏?: it depends on the mood I’m in

f̾u̾c̾k̾ ̾m̾a̾r̾r̾y̾ ̾k̾i̾l̾l̾

𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚛. 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎?: fuck Ted because a certain bff of mine wrote a fic about exactly this and made it hot. Marry Mr. Clarke cause he got that steady paycheck coming in. Kill Murray because I couldn’t not handle that man for long periods of time

𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚌𝚎, 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊? (𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖): fuck Karen because hello billy had the right idea. Marry Joyce because she’s Joyce frickin Byers and I would do anything for that queen. Kill Claudia I am sorry but at least she shall be with mews

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚛. 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛? Fuck Hopper because yes daddy but also I could not live with that man lol. Marry Wayne Munson because DUH he’s Wayne and I would happily be his wife. Kill Dr. Brenner because f u papa

𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎, 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, or 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑? Honestly this one is so difficult. Fuck Argyle, marry Jonathan, and kill Keith. I have no explanations for any of these

𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎? Fuck Stevie boy. Marry Eddie because he is the love of my life. Kill argyle sorry bruh

𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚊? Fuck a demogorgan cause that seems like an adventure. Marry Vecna because in the words of JQ have you seen Jamie? Kill demobats cause they hurt my Stevie and did unspeakable things to my beloved Edward

no pressure tags: @eddiemunsonsmum @hellfire--cult @joejoequinnquinn @silkholland @wheels-of-despair @ghost-proofbaby @word-wytch @storiesbyrhi

[kamii22]

~welcome to my account~

i’m kami and im currently obsessed with life is strange but i write for multiple fandoms (my obsession changes a lot)

main account: @kamii-2

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requests: CLOSED

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masterlists

life is strange (currently no masterlist/stories)

stranger things (currently no masterlists/stories)

outerbanks (currently no masterlists/stories)

wednesday (currently no masterlists/stories)

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things about me

lesbian

im 18

mixed (black & white)

i’m learning spanish 😛

i’m active every once and a while

rules for requesting

will write: smut, fluff, angst, homophobia, racism (to a extent bc it’s the olden days and it very much did exist), death, light/kind of hard kinks

won’t write: sexual assault, pedophilia, death, incest, hardcore kinks (piss,shit,puke, etc.), threesomes (bc im not that good at writing yet)

pairings: girl x girl, boy x boy, girl x boy, platonic relationships, sibling relationships, character x character, character x reader

please be patient if you send in a request and it doesn’t come out in a day or two, i have a life outside of tumblr

I WILL NOT WRITE SMUT/SEXUAL CONTENT FOR PEOPLE UNDER 16 , THE MOST I WILL WRITE IS MAKING OUT/KISSING

who/what i write for

life is strange (requests open)

characters: max caulfield, chloe price, rachel amber, victoria chase, warren graham, steph gringrich, kate marsh, nathan prescott, mark jefferson

stranger things (requests closed)

characters: robin buckley, steve harrington, eddie munson, jonathan byers, nancy wheeler, joyce byers, tim hopper, argyle, billy hargrove, eleven hopper/jane hopper, will byers, mike wheeler, max mayfield, lucas sinclair, dustin henderson

outer banks (requests closed)

characters: john b, kiara carrera, jj maybank, pope heyward, sarah cameron, cleo, rafe cameron, topper, barry

wednesday (requests closed)

characters: wednesday addams, enid sinclair, tyler galpin, xavier thorpe, bianca barclay, ajax petropolus, eugene ottinger

types of things i write

headcannons

fics

incorrect quotes

blurb

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