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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.

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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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honeysuckleharringtons · 10 months

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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)

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT.

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! 🖤 🥀

Masterlist || Chapter 6 || Chapter 8

“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.”

#stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington fanfic #will byers x reader #jonathan byers x reader #hopper x reader #eddie munson x reader #billy hargove x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #reader #reader insert

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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

#tag game

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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

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

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hrtbrkwthrs · 2 years

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Empty

Steve Harrington x gn!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dustin.

"Dude is that really necessary?"

Mike.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You only nodded in response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay," you smiled at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I kiss you?"

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

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

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

divider credits: @cafekitsune @silkholland

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harringtons-cupid · 2 years

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Forbidden Fruit : Dating Jonathan Byers' sister

Steve Harrington X Reader

☆彡 - Fem!Reader is Jonathan Byer' sister, alternate reality where there are three Byers' siblings.

☆彡- Tagged list: @oo0lady-mad0oo @jonathansonlysweetheart @blackaizawa @imnotdatboi @thatonebackgroundcharacter

☆彡 - Word Count: 4K

☆彡- Warning: 18+

Despite there being no real warnings, this imagine may turn into a fic. Therefore no minors past this post.

Mainly fluff, tension. Kissing, hand holding, sleeping in the same bed. Vague mention of erections.

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| Masterlist | Part Two | Series |

Steve Harrington was your brother's best friend, you had known him all throughout their hated. Your brother Jonathan spoke about him often, warning you of his player antics. Their hatred disappeared the moment Nancy left the picture, and they became closer.

The first time Steve came round your house was a few years ago, you were in a skimpy little yellow swimsuit. His eyes on you, made you blush. Jonathan was his weed dealer, they smoked together in his room. Instructing you to not say a word, you had known what they were doing but Jonathan was very protective over you.

Especially every time Steve came over, at the time you thought nothing of it. But the more you saw Steve, the more you understood why.

If he didn't smoke with Jonathan, a different girl would be hanging outside their house in his car. You observed her from your living room window, Steve always said his goodbyes to you with a soft wink. He always admired your body from a far, these simple looks made you melt.

Steve wouldn't leave the house straight away, he had got used to your patterns. Knowing that you would be in the living room, he would peer round the door into your bedroom. Your drawers were open slightly, exposing your underwear. Curiously, he would tiptoe across the room and look through the door.

You had wondered where your favourite red lace panties went but assumed that they had been lost for a while. You never bothered to search. Not knowing that they would be in the possession of a boy.

There were times when Steve would stay over with Jonathan, not necessarily sleep but you would hear them chattering in the early hours of the morning. Unaware to you, he had snuck his bed round your door on his way to the bathroom. The sight of you made him flutter, Jonathan was unaware of either of your feelings for another. Steve hid it by dating a string of people he didn’t care about. But you were the one he thought of as he lay alone in his empty house.

Your presence drove him crazy, he had not figured out whether you were a virgin or not. Jonathan had never mentioned you dating anyone but in his mind, you don’t have to be dating someone to gain experience. You were a mystery to him, he was dying to solve the puzzle of you.

After a while, you developed a crush on him. Looking forward to every time he would come over and see Jonathan, your stomach would twist and turn at the sound of his voice.

Jonathan began to suspect that you had taken a liking to Steve, at the colour of your cheeks and the stuttering of your words. He thought nothing of it having already warned you of his antics.

This particular day, Jonathan had gone away with his friend Argyle. He trusted you with the job of dealing out his weed, you were nervous at the idea but after meeting with a few people that you had met before. Your nerves disappeared, relaxing into the job as you got higher and higher from second hand smoke.

It was 7PM when Steve arrived, he knocked on the door loudly. You wandered from Jonathan's room, your pyjama shorts clung to your thighs as you moved. Your shirt was flowery, it suited your complexation.

Nonchalantly, you opened the front door. Your cheeks instantly flush red as your eyes meet his, he was wearing a green t-shirt tucked into dark blue jeans. His hair was gelled back, staring at you. Licking his lips he checked your body out making you blush harder, he slid past you into the house.

Watching him as he turned around to wait for you in between the living room and kitchen, his eyes scoured your body once more. Grabbing your dressing gown that was draped over the sofa, you covered your body and instantly felt better his eyes met yours.

Smirking as you walked ahead of him into Jonathan's room, the faint smell of weed filled their nostrils. He sat down on the bed facing you as you sat at the desk, Jonathan had already told you how much he was after.

Handing it to him, your hands tingled as they met his between the bags. He slid the money into your hand and began opening it.

“Am i allowed to smoke in here with you?” His voice was smoky, as he looked around the room before meeting his eyes. Anxiously waiting for Jonathan to jump out at him.

''Ahaha, yes. People have been smoking all day, Jon is out tonight. So it's just me'' you giggled at his reaction, his stare made you blush.

He shrugged and began to light the blunt he had just rolled, getting up you walked over to the cassette speaker which was softly playing music in the background. Changing the music, deciding to leave the slow paced music to calm your nerves.

His eyes followed you across the room, the dressing gown was tightly hugging your body as you sat back down. Gazing at the wall behind him when he leant forward and passed you the blunt. Hesitating before accepting it, your hands brushing against his again.

Taking a few tokes before coughing loudly, he caught your eye and began laughing. With embarrassment you laughed too, taking another toke of the blunt before passing it back.

After sharing the blunt together, you began to feel the effects of the weed. Finding yourself giggling at nothing, Steve raised his eyebrows in amusement at you.

Steve longer than usual, his attention was focused on you. This made you nervous, unable to speak to him for a while.

“So you’ve been given the whole place to roam?” Breaking the silence Steve’s met yours again.

“Pretty much yeah” smiling softly at him, your fingers twirling together in your lap.

Standing up, you observed his body from this height.

“I’ll be back in a second” smiling politely at him before leaving the room. His footsteps followed behind you as you pushed your bedroom door open.

You began to feel heated as your door opened to expose your messy room, feeling slightly embarrassed as he hung from your door. His eyes burnt into your body as you walked over to your wardrobe, letting the dressing gown drop onto the floor. His eyes were staring between the gap, giving you some privacy. Your body shivered as the cool air met it, goosebumps ran up across it as you found a black dress.

Pushing the door closed slightly, as you changed into your underwear fully aware of Steve the other side of the door waiting for you.

Your crush, making your heart race as the dress clung to your skin. The idea of his eyes watching you get changed made a pool collect in your underwear. You threw the dressing gown over the black dress, your messy hair falling across your face as you opened the door.

His eyes lit up at the sight of you, words were not spoken by the two of you as you silently walked back to Jonathan's bedroom. Smiling to yourself, you had finally got his attention which made you feel sick with nerves.

''You, uh- look nice'' he stumbled on his words as you sat down in front of him. Your legs fell open softly, you watched the guy your brother described as 'a player' unable to speak at the sight of you.

''Thank you, Steve'' his eyes turned dark at the sound of his name in your mouth.

Your eyes focused on his features, the way his Adam's apple became engorged as he swallowed. You had never noticed his freckles on the side of his neck, never being able to get this close to touching him.

Dreaming about being this close, the way his eyes followed your movement made you breathless.

“You know, they did say there was a terrible storm arising” Breaking the silence, his voice was suggestive filling the room as his eyebrows raised, a small smirk nipped on the corner of his mouth.

“A-a storm?” Stuttering at him, anxious flooded your veins. He glanced at you softly as the look of fear crept across your face.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. I can always stay here with you? I’ll sleep in Jonathan’s bed though don’t worry” leaning forward he squeezed your arm with a smile.

Steve Harrington staying under the same roof as you made you flutter.

Suppressing your excitement you nodded, your lips tightly pressed together as you smiled.

“That would help, thank you. “ you smiled at him softly before speaking again, feeling more confident this time. Familiarising yourself with the feeling of his eyes on you.

“do you want any food?” Getting up from your seat, you observed his body language before walking towards the door. Listening to see if he would follow you.

His footsteps echoed across the floor as you made it into the kitchen, his body was close behind yours. Aching to be touched by him as you searched for ingredients, he was gazing out the living room window at the storm.

A dark and grey hue filled the rooms, as rain lashed down on the ground with violent wind vibrating against the windows. It scared you, Steve noticed this and closed the curtains, placing you both into darkness. You gasped in shock, gripping onto the saucepan tightly until Steve lit a few candles and turned on a lamp in the corner.

''Here let me help'' His voice was carried across the room as he got closer to you, his body hovering behind you as he took the pan out of your hands. You steadied yourself, feeling dizzy by his presence.

''If you get all the ingredients, I will make it'' he turned to look at you softly, figuring out if you were listening to him. Blinking twice, you finally registered his words, chuckling lightly you passed him all the items.

''Would you like anything to drink'' your voice sounded small and soft as you headed towards the fridge. Clasping two beers in your hands, raising one up to his eye level. Nodding at you with a smile, you placed them on the table and began opening then.

The cool fizziness of the drink hit your cough, making the 'eurgh' sound he laughed. The sound filled your ears, making you giggle back.

He made pancakes, toppling them on top of each other in a pile as he returned the pan to the stove. Pushing the plate closer to you, inviting you to eat.

''I didn't poison them, I can cook you know'' he chuckled at your hesitancy, intently watching you take a small bite before realising they were good.

''These are actually very good Steve'' your mouth full of food, his heart skipped at the sound of his name on the tip of your tongue.

You both emptied the plate, leaving it on the side you invited him to sit in the living room. Either side of the couch as you turned on the television.

''So, when did you learn how to cook?'' your question threw him off slightly, turning his attention away from the television. His eyes meeting yours, you felt breathless once again.

He laughed.

''Well, I taught myself. You know there is more to me than meets the eye'' bringing his beer to his lips as he smirked in your direction. His eyes not leaving yours.

''Oh yeah? like what?'' you leant closer to him with a smirk plastered across your face.

Chuckling into his bottle, he thought about your question for a moment. His attention drifting between you and the television, you sat there waiting for answer.

''See i don't think there is anything'' you teased, his eyes snapped to meet yours. His body was getting closer and closer to yours.

As his body hovered over yours, your eyes burning into each other. The power went out, a loud crash of thunder reicoated across the sky. You squealed in fright, your drink spilling slightly as you moved from the couch.

Rushing into your room, not caring if Steve had followed you. Burying yourself beneath the covers of the bed, his footsteps entered your room and his head appeared under the pale bed sheets with you. Making you jump, he pulled his body completely under with you, sliding closer so that his body was practically holding you.

Neither of you spoke, resting your head on your pillow listening to the sound of him breathing. His hand made their way to your hair, the feel of his fingers made you shiver but relaxed. He played with your hair until the faint sounds of you sleeping reassured him.

After making sure you were asleep and safe, he wandered into Jonathan's bedroom.

Halfway through the night, you woke up. Cold sweat dripping from your forehead, your heart racing with fear. Not bothering to grab your dressing gown you rushed across the hallway and hammered on Jonathan's bedroom door.

Groggily Steve's voice answered, standing in the doorway. The light highlighting your features, you pleaded for Steve to let you in. Feeling pathetic yet vulnerable as you wobbled into the room.

You sat on the chair next to Jonathan's desk staring at him, his hair was messy and his voice was deep and raspy. Your nerves had long disappeared, he smiled and got up out of bed. Your eyes followed him as he turned on Jonathan's stereo and music filled the room, he threw a t-shirt on and moved closer to you.

''Would a smoke help you?'' his body in front of yours, leaning down he gently moved a piece of hair out of your face. Stroking your cheeks, you stuttered as you looked up at him.

He leant forward, his breath tickling your neck as he spoke.

''Well you'd better go wait in your bed for me. Like the good girl you are'' sending shivers down your spine as his words hit your ear.

You nodded, listening to him. Almost rushing out the room, climbing back into your bed with the cover held up to your neck as you eagerly waited for him. He arrived quickly after with a smirk on his face, he wondered to your window and opened it slightly before sitting on the bed next to you. Lighting the blunt, it illuminated his facial features.

He looked pretty as he inhaled and exhaled before passing it to you. Coughing more than once, not used to smoking just yet. Smiling at each other as you moved up the bed making room for him next to you.

Passing the blunt between you both until you began to feel more relaxed about the storm. After finishing the blunt, Steve turned out your light and sprang from the bed. Sleepily you rolled over, watching his movements across the room.

''Stay'' your voice sounded quiet and soft, he turned round at once and climbed into bed next to you.

Not touching anything but your hair, listening to you fall asleep. He wanted to talk but had no words worth waking you up for.

In the morning, the sun streamed through the gap in your window and into your bedroom. Steve's arms had made their way around your waist. His breath was hot against your skin, his bulge pressing into your lower back as you sleepily awoke to the sound of your brother's voice.

Not realising that he was leaning over you both until his voice grew louder and angrier, startling you both.

“What the fuck is going on here?’’ Jonathan’s voice bellowed over them, his eyes were filled with disbelief and anger.

You sat up quickly staring deeply into his eyes, shaking Steve awake.

Steve freaked at the sight of Jonathan, instantly climbing out of bed bumping into him. Jonathan sized him up, the anger bubbled as he watched Steve walk out your room.

“ Get out of here Steve” Jonathan had followed him down the hallway, practically chasing him out

“Uh, I’ll catch you later” his voice trailed down the hallway until it was just you and Jonathan left in the house.

“So, do you care to explain to me why Steve Harrington was in your bed with you?” Jonathan’s emotions had not changed, with his hands were on his hips as he waited for an answer.

Your breath trembling, you had never seen Jonathan so angry.

“The storm— I got scared” you mumbled, looking down at your feet in fear.

He had warned you about Steve but you couldn’t help yourself. There was something about him that drew you.

Jonathan sighed and tutted at your response before leaving the room. You wouldn’t speak to him properly in over a week.

Steve hadn’t been round for a few days until Friday, you were sitting on your bed. Staring into your books when you heard loud muffled voices from across the hall. Curiously you peeped your head out into the hallway, it appeared to be coming from Jonathan’s room.

Resting your head against the door, you began to listen.

“Look I’m sorry man, I didn’t intend to disrespect you. She was scared and asked me to stay, she was shaking on the verge of tears” Steve had paused to inhale before he continued speaking.

There was silence for a few moments before you heard Jonathan’s voice, footsteps edging closer and closer to the door.

“I know, thank you for apologizing. Just keep your distance, yeah?” Jonathan’s voice was clearer as the sounds of a slight handshake hug was exchanged.

You were too busy listening for voices as the door flung open and your body fell directly into Steve. Pushing you both onto the floor, with stutters and a passing of blushes they helped each other up. Staring into each other’s eyes before remembering their surroundings, sheepishly they chuckled before Steve brushed past you.

Leaving you alone again with Jonathan. You felt awkward at first, he had not acknowledged you for over a week. But he stepped closer to you, his facial expressions were soft. You were unsure if the weed had caused this or he had had a change of heart.

Jonathan had upset you, more than you wanted to let on. Your crush was slowly blossoming with every interaction, Jonathan’s restrictions made Steve even more irresistible.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you and ignoring you. I just didn’t expect it” he spoke kindly, smiling at you and edging closer and closer.

“That’s okay, I’ll forgive you” you laughed as he brought you into a hug, feeling safe with his arms around you.

After chatting with Jonathan for an hour, you quite highly pattered back to your room. As you collapsed onto your bed, your eyes were drawn to the messy yellow piece of paper that lay on your desk.

With intrigue, you walked over and picked it up. Instantly smiling as you read the contents.

I want to see you

Meet me outside yours at 7PM

Steve

Your heart fluttered as you read the contents multiple times, giggling to yourself with excitement. Deciding that you would begin to get ready now, you felt nervous to see him but after you had worn almost every outfit in your wardrobe twice. Your anxieties were unable to thrive as your alarm clock hit 7 O clock

Wiggling out of your bedroom window disappearing into the rain that thrashed against your umbrella, Steve’s car was parked away from your house. You began running across the lawn and into his car, breathlessly laughing as you perched next to him in the car.

You whisper your hellos before Steve drives off, your nerves picked up as his hand knocked off the gear stick and onto your thigh. Making you twitch half with nerves and excitement, your eyes meet his as the music played in the background.

Smiling to yourself as you gaze out the window, his hand still on your thigh. He drives around for a while until he parks the car just a mile down from lovers lake, guiding you through the rain. His hand felt cold against yours, but as he brought you to an opening between the trees.

Pointing towards the rain moving quickly across the lake, he stood just behind you holding the umbrella beneath you.

In amazement you turn to look up at him, your eyes twinkling with a smile. Looking down at you, he smiled with a wink making your heart flutter.

Standing there for a while until your umbrella could no longer hold the rain, it gradually got darker, leaving you under the fluorescent street lights as you sat in his car.

His eyes were exploring you, feeling his body grow closer and closer to you. Your heart racing, your temperature soaring as his hands touched your hot cheeks. Making you gasp as his lips met yours, you had no idea how to kiss.

His teeth hitting yours as you got comfortable with the feeling of his lips on yours. This had been in your dreams since his eyes met yours, but you never thought it would come true.

Your lips melted onto his after embarrassingly nipping and hitting against his mouth trying to learn how to kiss.

Breaking the kiss, he rested his head against yours. Losing yourself in his brown eyes, feeling breathless as his wet hands cooled down your cheeks.

“You know, I’ve thought about this” his breath hit your face, the look of hunger filled his eyes as he kissed you again. Not allowing you to answer.

He kissed you until your lips were red and raw, your heart beating rapidly against your chest. His hands made their way down your body, your mind too busy focusing on the feel of his lips against yours.

Pulling away, you felt all giddy and raw as you looked at him softly. The unnatural light reflected off his face, making him look prettier than he ever had.

He decided to drive you home, your head rested against the window. You thought about his lips the whole drive home, his hand brushed against your thigh sending shivers through your body.

You stared at each other as he pulled up to your house nervously, you didn’t meet his lips. Rushing to open the door,

“I’ll see you later Harrington” grinning you ran into the rain with a smile plastered on your face. Turning to face his car before disappearing round the corner and into your bedroom, as you undressed out of your wet clothes.

A piece of paper fell out of your pocket, it was damp and crumpled. Written on the same yellow paper as earlier, you smiled getting excited at the prospects. The letter appeared to have been written before you had seen him, making you more excited.

Opening it up, you began reading it.

I bet you look so pretty tonight.

You haven’t left my mind since you asked me to stay in your room. I know your brother doesn’t approve of me but I’m captivated.

I’m having a party this weekend, if you reply when I see your brother tomorrow. I will cancel it and you will be the only person I spend time with.

Steve

Your heart fluttered, collapsing onto your bed with the letter pressed to your chest. You sighed happily, thinking once more about the feel of his lips.

The sense of worry filled your brain, the words of your brother crowded your judgement as you spent hours trying to write the perfect answer. You wondered if Steve wrote these letters to every girl he kisses in his car.

Suddenly the giggling joyful feelings were replaced with intense anxieties of who Steve really was. Your mixed feelings about seeing him kept you up all night but as the morning sun hit your eyes you felt the excitement bubble up.

His lips were still stained onto yours, you clutched the letters in your hands. Hiding it from Jonathan as he came in to inform you at the party that Steve was hosting you, warning you from going. But as you smiled to yourself, you knew more about that party than Jonathan ever would.

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rekiilysm · 2 years

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ETHEREAL: Ch10

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⇨ 「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.

———

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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deeseelovez · 2 years

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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.

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violetrainbow412-blog · 2 years

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Discoveries (or Eddie the banished part. 3) [E. M.]

Eddie Munson x Byers!reader

This can be read as a continuation of these two [1] [2], but also as a standalone thing. If you have more ideas about this concept, please tell me!

STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST

Word count: 13k (yes, I have no self-control)

Warnings: not all the one shot talk about the relationship between Eddie and the reader, quality sibling time, come out of the closet, GREATWISE (Garreth x Will), mention of the AIDS epidemic, nightmares with Vecna, mentions of sex, and a lot of sensitive shit.

A/N: I have had a long time without writing and I know this is very long, but I hope it's good enough. I love you so much for reading, you can tell me what you think if you want!

Art by: @kidovna

"Mom, are you sure you don't want to tell me something?" you asked suddenly, while you dropped into her bed, and you watched her pack a couple of suitcases in a hurry.

Things were continuing as usual and you and your siblings had been enjoying your vacation days. You learned that the night before Eleven and Mike had an argument over God knows what while you were working and you thought that when you got home you could talk about it with her (it wouldn't be the first time that Wheeler's disappointment has turned into a topic of conversation with a relative) but during dinner the thought vanished when you found out that your very own mother was going on a business trip to fucking Alaska, while you ate a risotto prepared by none other than Murray Bauman, who was visiting that night; the reasons for all this? A poor explanation on the part of both that you thought to clarify now.

“Tell you something? What do you mean, my love?” she replied absently. She was actually rummaging through all the corners for warm enough clothes, which she clearly hadn't packed since Lenora, to see the scowl you had.

“Nothing, just that I find it very curious that a business trip has come out of nowhere. Especially since the one who accompanies you is Murray" you explained, hoping that she would confess things to you herself "I haven't seen him around here in a long time" you added, noticing the silence. Not for a second had the idea crossed your mind that this mysterious trip was a rescue mission for who should have been your stepfather at some point and the best police officer in Hawkins: Jim Hopper.

"Yes, that was very kind of him"

"Mom," you said again, trying to get her attention, "is this all about a romantic getaway?" you exclaimed, bluntly. You had barely made-up time with your mother and it turns out that she was leaving again, so you weren’t completely satisfied. The mention of a romantic involvement made your mother stop.

"A what? What are you talking about, Y/N?”

“You also have the right to find love, because don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that Murray is ugly but… you could have been honest and we wouldn't have been mad”

"Daughter, are you alright?" she said, genuinely confused, "Of course I'm not running away with a man, do you think I'm capable of doing that and leaving my four children alone?"

"I don't know, we do a lot of stupid things when we're in love" you laughed. Oh, and you knew about nonsense made for love.

“No, it's not that. It's a business trip, it's just… it's hard to explain why it's important right now, but I promise you that if everything goes well you'll know very soon” she explained to you. You still didn't quite believe her, but you still let her hug you and nodded your head "And don't think those things again, do you understand?"

“Yeah, yeah… whatever”

"Promise me that you and Jonathan will be good," she asked you, ignoring your lack of encouragement.

"And what about Will?"

“He always is,” she said without thinking and now you did laugh, pretending to be offended and making a sarcastic reference to the obvious favorite that didn't exist “I'm serious Y/N, just promise me you'll be okay. I don’t want to do this, but I trust you and I love you, it will only be a couple of days that I am going to be away”

“Okay, mom, we understand” you answered, with the utmost sincerity “You also take care of yourself and don't take longer than expected, okay? I want to see you as long as possible. The holidays won’t last forever” you exclaimed sadly. Joyce gave you another hug and gently kissed your forehead.

"There's nothing to worry about, I'll be back in a jiffy" she promised, taking the heavy bag she had packed with one hand "Help me with the other, will you?" Joyce asked, which you complied with, escorting her to the entrance where your three siblings were already waiting to say goodbye to her, as well as Murray to escort her. Both Will and Eleven had the same distrust on the trip, with Jonathan probably the only one believing it and only because he was under the influence of cheap weed that he had probably bought from an idiot. Maybe at some point you could tell him that your boyfriend had better quality drugs and they were only a couple of rooms away.

That morning your mother left as planned and you had to go back to your exploitative work routine, which had barely given you time to think about other things, or people. Like in Eddie, for example. Oh, Eddie, what could you say about him? It had already been a couple of weeks since you asked him (or something like that) to be your boyfriend and everything seemed to be going relatively well with your relationship. There were still many new things for you and the honeymoon stage was just passing, so there were no significant problems between you. At least it was one less worry.

As for the others, the truth was that they had taken it quite well. It wasn't a big surprise, of course, but it was still nice to meet you with congratulations and words of encouragement. Your mother was also happy and this happiness only increased when Eddie came to your house and chatted with her to introduce himself as 'your boyfriend'. It was short, but quite significant. And just like he did, you also came to his trailer on one of your free afternoons to meet his Uncle Wayne, with shortbread as a peace offering. He didn’t object, but was glad to meet you and supported his nephew.

Not to mention your brothers, who seemed to be the happiest with the decision. Jonathan preferred to stay out of the matter, but you would sometimes find him exchanging words with Eddie while he waited for you to be ready, always with friendly smiles on both their faces. Eleven was too shy with him at first, but little by little she seemed to be falling for Eddie Munson's charm with women. He liked to ask her about the things she liked and she, so little understood by most, had begun to see potential in your boyfriend to have a confidant. Will was the happiest of all, practically lighting up every time he saw Eddie. You knew that they were both artists as far as drawings and paintings were concerned and of course they shared an uncontrollable love for Dungeons and Dragons, so from there the two of them found more interests that kept the conversations interesting. Honestly, sometimes you got to feel a bit jealous because of the admiration that Will was beginning to feel for your boy, because that had always been your place.

But no matter how beautiful that dream seemed, life went on and your jobs didn’t have a clause that spoke about disability due to deep love.

“What do you think if we put the header with a less… rude title?” you asked your editor, trying not to sound like the troublemaker everyone told you, you were; much of it you had learned from Nancy Wheeler, but you would never admit it out loud. That is why when you saw that the headline referred in a derogatory way to a certain group of people, you thought that it was not something that would give the newspaper a good image... or at least not the image that you wanted to achieve "It's just a suggestion" you added with a shrug, praying he'd hear you, as you looked at the clock above you. In less than an hour you would be home and with any luck, you could call Eddie to join you for dinner or at least take a tour of your house, if he was free.

That night you were resting at The Hideout because the owners were giving a girl a job as payment for a favor, but honestly it wasn't something that was worrying you much. The money wasn’t the same, but the physical and emotional burden had also lessened. And, to be honest, now that you had taken some time to slow things down and enjoy yourself with your family like you used to, you didn't understand how you managed to survive all those months. The rhythm was exhausting and if it hadn't killed you, it was only because God was too merciful to you.

When your hands were finally sore from taking notes and the week's number was diagrammed (ignoring most of your suggestions) you put on your coat and headed out into the already slightly cool streets of Hawkins from the summer breeze. You stopped at the nearest pay phone and typed in the number you were beginning to know by heart, patiently waiting for someone to answer on the other end of the line.

"Munson Residence, who is this?"

"Hi, Eddie," you said, already with a smile for his antics, imagining if that's how he answered everyone who called him "I'm Y/N"

"Hey! Hello, my pretty. How is everything?"

"Are you busy?"

“A little, but nothing major. What's going on?"

“I was thinking if you wanted to come to my house for a while. The exhaustion is killing me and I would really like to see you”

"And you want some Munson-dicine?" he asked and you instantly sighed.

"That joke was so horrible that I already didn't want to see you, we'll talk tomorrow"

"Wait! Wait!" he laughed "I'll be ready in 5, are you near the bus stop?"

“About a block”

"Wait for me there, I'll pick you up"

"Okay"

“See you in a bit, love ya,” he said quickly, before hanging up. You walked the next block, deep in your thoughts, and a couple of minutes later you heard Eddie's beat-up van, which you already recognized perfectly, "Did you order a float, princess?"

"Don't be a clown" you smiled, watching him do the same from the open passenger window. You took a couple of steps and then got into the vehicle, greeting the boy with a quick kiss on the lips.

"Your place?"

“Yes, but we have to get something for dinner. My mom isn’t there and in the fridge there are half a tomato and a liter of milk”

"Not very appetizing" he murmured in amusement. You stopped at a grocery store to buy some whole wheat bread, ham, and more vegetables to prepare some sandwiches, while Eddie bought powdered chocolate to drink with the liter of milk you had at home and you laughed when you noticed. Shopping didn't take long and you were soon home to find Will and Jonathan watching TV, you greeted them and announced that you brought dinner, hearing cheers from both of them.

"Where is El?"

"She asked me for permission to go to sleep at a friend's house" replied Jonathan without stopping watching television. You snorted.

“And that friend by any chance is called Mike Wheeler?”

“She's with Max,” Will replied, and your frown changed to a softer one.

"Oh," you breathed out, remaining silent for a moment. You didn't know how to react, but anger wasn't on the list “… so it's okay. I'm glad to see that she's going out more” you added, happier than before. Max was a good girl and she also needed some company after what happened with her brother, because, although she talked about the pain as if she didn't care, you knew how much it affected her.

"Just say you hate Wheeler, no one will judge you" Eddie laughed, whispering the words in your ear as he took the opportunity to hug you. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, but you didn't deny or confirm anything.

"We'll be in the kitchen, making dinner" you announced and both of them nodded their heads. Your boyfriend followed you a very short distance into said room, which was somewhat messy and dirty. The Byers house had never been a palace, but the truth was that for you it was the most welcoming; it was a sanctuary, a small space where you could always feel protected. Eddie, on the other hand, was used to living in trailers since he was little, so there was more than enough space in your house for him to be comfortable.

"I do it, rest if you want"

“Do you even know how to cook?”

"No, but I know how to mayonnaise a couple of bread slices," he huffed, folding his arms like a little boy. Normally you wouldn't let him do things for you, but you were so exhausted that you just whispered a soft 'okay' and gave him a kiss on the cheek by way of thanks. He had already mentally prepared himself to argue with you to let him do it, so your docility didn’t go unnoticed as he said “Was it a hard day?” he muttered. You dropped into a chair and kicked off your shoes, while he squatted in front of you, slumping slightly into the space between your legs and planting both hands on your waist. His face was below yours and he was looking at you through his pretty brown eyes with plenty of compassion.

"I'm very tired, that's all"

"You're always tired" he replied. It wasn't a claim, it was more like… an observation “Is there anything I can do for you?”

"Yes, but we should be in a more private place" you smiled, raising one of your hands to caress his cheek gently.

"Dirty" he laughed, wrinkling his nose, as he moved up a few inches to steal a kiss from you. Most of the time they were short, but to be honest you guys couldn't keep your lips from each other "I'm serious”

“Being here is enough. Just tell me about something, anything to keep me awake”

When he got up, he started making the sandwiches and he started telling you about a fantasy book he was reading. To the surprise of many people, he was a pretty good reader but very selective, so it was sometimes difficult for him to find the books he wanted. Most of them had been bought in second-hand places, but that didn't bother him at all, quite the opposite. Once he had even told you that those books had the best stories to tell.

When four sandwiches were ready, Eddie called your two brothers and the four of you sat at the table, talking about anything you could think of. Suddenly the conversation turned to the movie that Jonathan and Will had just seen, sometimes about silly jokes and then about nerdy things that neither you nor your older brother understood but enjoyed hearing. You ate as much as you wanted and had a good time with the three of you before sleep finally came to the eldest. You had talked to him a couple of times about his self-imposed stress and burdens, college, and family in the hope that he might feel better. And apparently it had worked, maybe that's why now he only smoked a joint before going to sleep. Just to ensure rest.

"I think I'll go to sleep too," Will told you. He had been smiling for most of the time and you took that as a good sign "See you tomorrow, rest up"

"Good night, buddy"

"Rest, Will," you exclaimed, reaching out for a quick hug. You saw him go down the hall and it was just you and Eddie by the old non-functioning fireplace. "Do you want to stay?"

"I can?"

"Of course. I've missed you these days, nothing would make me happier” you said sincerely. Eddie was always caught off guard by this kind of statement because he didn't know how to feel or what to say. How could someone like you say such things to him?

He smiled with flushed cheeks and moved his chair a little closer in your direction.

“Then I'll stay,” he replied softly, with that affectionate expression you loved to see on his face.

"It has nothing to do with this talk, but today something happened at work that bothered me a lot" you began to say.

"What was it, my love?" he asked and then you told him everything. You told him about the AIDS epidemic that by this point everyone had heard about on the news, or knew about the unfortunate death of a loved one, and how the media was taking advantage of this to put out tabloid stories with stupid thoughts.

“FAGS ARE DYING, can you believe it? Is that in a fucking headline in our newspaper?” you said. Your voice trembled, perhaps from helplessness or perhaps from sadness “I mean, there are so many people out there who are left without their best friend, without their partner, without their brother, and the media thinks it's something they can make fun of. AIDS mainly affects… gays, I understand that. But at the end of the day it's human lives we're talking about, what difference does it make if they like men or women? Or does who they love to affect the value of their lives? Doesn't it matter if these people die because at the end of the day they are abnormal? Bullshit, all of that is pure and complete bullshit” you muttered. Your hands moved back and forth as you talked and Eddie hadn't said anything since you started talking, he'd just been calm and attentive. You felt the boy take one of your hands and take it to his mouth to place a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"You have a heart of gold, did you know that, honey?" he said, his voice as kind and sweet as it had ever been, "I love that about you”

"Oh, come on, Ed."

"I'm serious. You never know how much those words can impact someone who thinks he's a freak just because of his feelings. It's nice that there is someone who supports"

“I only say what I think, that we are all equally important. And what if a boy likes boys? What if one girl likes another?

“You may also like both. Or, like, anyone, no matter what” he replied. You looked at him with a slight frown. "Well, it's probably... don't you think so?"

"I guess so" you exclaimed, not giving it much importance. Eddie was trying to say something else, but he didn't bother to explain. “But whatever the case, I think we all deserve respect and love. And if someone I know turned out to be like that, I wouldn't mind” you answered, firm on your main idea. It seemed inhuman to you to judge someone in that way.

Eddie was about to say something else when you heard footsteps down the hall that caught your attention. Looking at the door, you noticed that it was Will, who still hadn't put on his pajamas.

"Uh... just looking for water," he said nervously, feeling both eyes. Eddie was still holding one of your hands gently and standing too close to you as if everything you'd been talking about was a secret.

"Yes, we'll go to sleep now" you answered, squeezing your boyfriend's hand a little so that he would get up. You did the same and picked up a couple of plates, throwing them into the sink, but turning to the table you saw Will standing in front of you. He was no longer the shoulder-length child whose hair you ruffled. He was growing up, and very quickly "Did you miss something?" you said, just to annoy him. Your little brother smiled and wrapped you in a tight hug that took you by surprise.

"Rest, dumb," he said as he pulled away and you swore to see his shining eyes. Why was everyone suddenly acting so fucking weird?

"Rest too, dumb" you replied in the same way, watching him leave. Although his behavior had been odd, you were too tired to investigate the matter so you just held out your arms for Eddie and let him practically drag you into your own room. You only took off your pants and bra before throwing yourself on the old mattress on your bed.

"Go to sleep now, you need it" he exclaimed, moving a little until you were resting your head on his arm and your body attached to his, then feeling a soft kiss on your forehead.

You didn't say anything for a few minutes, trying to fall asleep, but the truth is that it was useless.

“Eddie”

"Yes?"

"Thanks. For being here” you answered, without coming out of your hiding place in his chest from him.

"There's nothing to be thankful for" he blurted out, as you craned your neck to kiss his bare chest "Goodnight" he breathed out and it was the last thing you heard before falling asleep.

A couple of days passed and your mother started to worry you. Like, too much. She wouldn't answer calls, you couldn't locate her, and no hope of seeing her come back to your house. She had said that she would be staying at a hotel, and you had called there asking for her, but it turned out that they had not even heard her name. It was all so strange that you asked to leave at The Hideout to stay away until you heard something about Joyce. The owners agreed because this new girl still needed money and they could ask her to cover for you. Jonathan was just as worried as you, if not more, and you two had tried to say as little to Eleven and Will as possible. Eddie didn't know anything about it either, you just told him that your mother had had unforeseen events. If anything comforted you, it's that at least she was with Murray and he should be taking care of her, after all he was a good man, right? By God, you expected him to be so.

That night you were impatiently biting your nails and looking at the door as if Joyce was going to knock at any moment and you almost fell on your face when you heard the doorbell and ran to answer it.

"Mom?" you had asked when opening. But instead of her, there was a boy "Eddie?"

"Hello" he greeted shyly. He was wearing his Hellfire shirt, loose jean pants, and a lightweight sweater that fell to his knees.

“Did you come to see me? I totally forgot, I don't know where I've been thinking lately…”

"Oh no, precious. I came for Will” he smiled, striding up to you for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Will?" you asked now, a little surprised. You didn't remember either of them saying anything.

“Yes, I invited him to come to Hellfire today. We used to hang out at Garreth's over the holidays and I thought maybe he'd like to hang out. I thought maybe it would be nice for him to meet more guys and play, you know…” he said vaguely. The fact that Eddie cared for Will warmed your heart and made you love him even more. "I know I didn't ask you, but it's okay, right?" he cautiously exclaimed.

"No, no... not at all" you managed to say. You felt very tired from stress and the train of your thoughts sometimes took time to move forward. Surely the conversation caught Will's attention, because you heard him leave his room and walk to the entrance, with a backpack slung over his shoulder, while he greeted both of you “But why didn't any of you tell me? Are you trying to steal my boyfriend or are you trying to steal my brother?” you said in a fake dramatic voice, pointing at each one respectively.

"It'll only be a few hours, I promise." Eddie laughed. The way he high-fived Will reminded you of a younger Steve and Dustin at the ice cream parlor you visited over the summer. “Do you want me to bring something back? Do you feel like eating something?"

"I'll just go to sleep, Jonathan and Jane are in the rooms so I'll do it in the living room" you exclaimed. It was half true, because sometimes you slept there to be closer to the door in case your mom came.

"Do you know if mom is coming?" Will asked from beside you as if he read your thoughts. You didn't know, of course, but you didn't want to worry him either.

"I'll call her and ask her, okay?" you promised, to then ruffle Will's hair like when you were little "Have lots of fun and don't do anything silly"

"Did you hear, Byers?"

"I'm telling you, Eddie," you huffed, watching your boyfriend put a hand to his chest as if he was really offended. This didn't last long, because a few seconds later he was already leaning in your direction to kiss you kindly, under the flushed and disgusted look of your younger brother.

"Get some rest, yeah, precious?" he murmured gently. Eddie's voice could be mesmerizing and more than once his choice of words had made you tremble. He was very good at making you nervous, that was something for sure, and much more when after saying something like that he left you a kiss on the face.

"I will do it. Good luck, cheers to all the guys”

"Bye," Will said quickly, hugging you and trailing after Eddie. Once you were both in the van, your boyfriend leaned out the window and blew you a kiss, while your brother waved goodbye. A smile crossed your face at the image and you felt lucky to have someone like the metalhead in your life. You saw the van turn at the end of the street and felt someone tap your shoulder from behind, making you jump in place.

"Oh my God, you scared me" you laughed, now looking at your sister who was standing behind you.

"Do you wanna watch a movie with me?" she asked kindly.

"Of course"

“And can you make me popcorn?”

"Whatever you want, El," you said smiling. You had thought about resting, but if she wanted to hang out with you, you weren't going to say no. You were about to close the door when you saw a black car with fully tinted windows park in front and panic seized you. "Get into the room" you ordered her, pulling her behind you so that whoever it was couldn't see her " Eleven, go into the room and lock the door, do you understand me?” you repeated, with a little more urgency. Those kinds of cars almost always just spelled trouble.

It took you no more than two seconds to padlock the door and send the girl down the aisle, but when you peeked through the peephole you realized it was Murray getting out of the passenger seat. At his side was Dr. Owens and the one who opened the back door had been your mother. You held her breath at the sight of her safety (except for a couple of scratches she had on her face, which you would question her about later) but all thought of her was overwhelmed by the appearance of a fourth and fifth person. The first was a strange looking blond in a blue uniform, who you didn't know but hoped was someone from the good team. The next you almost didn't recognize him because now he was hairless and had lost a lot of weight, but then it only took you a second to figure out who it was.

Your mother was helping officer Jim Hopper out of the car.

"Jonathan!" you yelled, into the house. Your older brother was the person you fought the most with in life, but he was also the one you turned to when things got tough. Perhaps it had been the lifestyle you had led that had led you to such an extreme relationship.

You didn't hesitate to open the door and run to Joyce, taking her by surprise and almost making her and Hopper fall.

The following were quick and somewhat blurred memories. Eleven obviously burst into tears when she saw her father and you'd swear he was holding back as best he could from imitating the girl. Will and Eddie arrived, just as she had promised, hours later and they were both surprised to see the tide of people that were now in the house.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Eddie asked, moving closer to you and speaking in a barely whisper.

That same question had already been asked by you and answered by everyone; turns out your mom and Murray's supposed conference in Alaska was actually on a crazy trip to Russia to rescue Hooper from a jail where he'd ended up kicking the Communists' ass last year, which they found out about later of receiving the alert from a Russian soldier, even that in the course of the events they had managed to get him expelled from the country, being forced to bring him to the United States where now you had to give him a roof to sleep under.

But compared to the years before your life, this was a pleasant surprise and quite believable.

"This is fucking crazy, but I'm glad you're back, boss" you smiled. You had grown fond of the man and your words were genuine.

"And you, what are you? Her boyfriend?” Hopper asked, as if he had just noticed the boy next to you and it seemed appropriate to pay attention to his identity. Suddenly all eyes were on Eddie, who was sitting timidly and had one arm wrapped around your body, leaving literally no distance between you.

"Uh, that's right, sir."

“You are the Munson boy, right? I arrested you several times and you stole a couple of handcuffs, I remember your face well” he exclaimed, his eyes narrowing. Your three siblings narrowed an expression of surprise at your companion, while Murray suppressed a laugh.

"Couldn't Eddie and his criminal record be the main topic of conversation?" you chimed in, watching your boy turn red to the ears in embarrassment.

"American, do you guys have dinner at any time?" asked the blonde, completely oblivious to everything. You chuckled in relief at the change in subject and everyone followed suit, amused by your new guest, supposedly named Enzo (or Dimitri?) "I'm craving anything but that horrible dough they fed us in hell”

Well, apparently that was officially a new member of Hawkins' strange team.

The news that Hawkins's hero was alive shocked not only your family, but the entire town, because the news had spread rapidly. The visit to town was supposed to be temporary, but after this surprise event the idea of returning to California had been practically ruled out. Your family's life was always in Indiana, under this scenario they couldn't imagine another place to be. Added to this, now your mother and Jim seemed to have realized what the two of them had been feeling for years (something that almost all of you already knew) and after recovering it, she didn’t want to let it go. No again.

Owens was taking care of the legal and dangerous part of all this, because there were still bad people who wanted to hurt your little sister, just as they wanted to use her for their own interests. It would be a long process, but you trusted that he would achieve her relocation without risk to her or anyone in the family.

Suddenly the Byers house, which had been so empty in recent months, the space didn’t fit. The rooms had to be shared by three people at the same time and you had to buy extra pillows, as well as new sheets. Owens even suggested getting a bigger house, but you pointedly refused. You weren't going to abandon all your memories, that house was where you had grown up and it still had a door frame with your height and that of your two brothers marked in pencil over the years. That's how you all split into the Byers house and Hopper's cabin so you could sleep in single beds; it was tricky, but as always you would make it work.

So much fuss had barely left you time to see Eddie and at some point you began to fear that he was upset or began to like you less for your complicated schedule. But when you finally saw him at The Hideout on Tuesday and he dragged you backstage to kiss you like never before and tell you how much he missed you, you knew better. With Hopper's appearance, you thought a lot about the importance of your boyfriend knowing everything that had ever happened in town and the problems your family had faced, so you decided to tell him. He patiently listened to your story and you thought about how he would take the whole fantastic thing: Eleven's powers, the Upside Down, all the monsters that chased Will... it was too much to tell and too much to process, but you still told him. Eddie didn't question a single one of your words and although he didn't have a specific reaction, you knew he wasn't judging you or your friends. Days later he understood why everyone in the group seemed to share something in common that they weren't telling anyone and he was relieved that you made him part of it. As everything did eventually, things were looking up.

"What would you like to drink?" you asked, as kindly as possible, one of the recurring drunks at the bar. Tuesday again and Corroded coffin was already getting ready to go on stage, as was routine. The night was strangely quiet even when there were more people than usual, and you were surprised when you saw a smiling Steve Harrington walk through the door of the place. Two young men were following him and your surprise turned to confusion when you saw that it was your little brother and Dustin Henderson. You knew that the second followed Steve everywhere, it was part of the package, but you didn't imagine what Will could be doing there. Especially with the clothes he was wearing: a totally black outfit and messy hair, nothing to do with what you were used to.

"Ahoy, lady”

"What are you doing here?" you asked the air, hoping that one of the three would answer you.

“I came for a few drinks, they came to hear the band” I hadn't noticed the pair of T-shirts with Corroded Coffin printed in purple letters that your brother and his friend were wearing until that moment, which only increased your bewilderment.

"Eddie invited you?"

“Uh, yeah,” Dustin replied, strangely nervous. If there was anything left over from that guy, it was confidence and all of that just smelled very bad to you.

"Why didn't you tell me, Will?" you asked. Your brother had been very quiet the last few days, perhaps because you two had had some arguments. Nothing serious, just nonsense, but they were reason enough to sow discord between you.

That was something that seldom happened, since it was Will you went to when you fought with Jonathan. Between the two of you, it was a case apart; you knew that not all the credit for a good older sister was yours, since Johnny had also supported Will in his worst moments. And of course you too, you would never deny it, only that the relationships were... well, different. Jonathan and you were already adults, now you had different concerns than when you were teenagers and you could also notice that this supposed enmity was not so noticeable now. Sometimes he came up to you to tell you his problems and you never refused to listen to him, because you knew that since he was little he had to face the hardest part. Neither of them was a bad brother, only that you connected more with Will, your inseparable companion on adventures.

Well, that was until now.

“Y/N, don't scold him for God's sake. They just wanted to come and they asked me to accompany them, you have nothing to worry about” Steve said. You had to admit that it made you feel a little sad, even if you didn't have a valid reason "Don't be mean and pass me a beer, okay?" he asked you with a smile. You had no choice but to sigh and nod, after all you and Steve were very good friends and you knew he wouldn't do the boys any harm.

"Good evening, beautiful people," someone said into the microphone. It was Eddie, so handsome with his metal clothes and the makeup that you just fixed him a few minutes ago that made you forget about everything "See you again here, you already know us and we hope you like the show" he exclaimed, making sure wink in your direction.

You knew the band's songs and the covers they did, but the excited face of Dustin and your brother made you feel emotional too. With a slightly cooler head, you thought that now that Will was a member of Hellfire the band had probably gotten along well with him and that's why they had invited him. With Dustin the answer was logical, everyone including you adored that brat.

"They are loud... right?" Steve laughed, leaning across the bar toward you. He had been sipping the same beer for a long time, because he would take the boys back and he didn't want to be drunk for that "I mean, I'm kind of deaf in one ear, but I don't think they sound so bad"

“You should have heard them at the first performances, it was like hearing a cat giving birth,” you joked. You would never let Eddie hear that, but it made your friend laugh. "Why did they ask you to bring them, anyway?" you asked, nodding to the younger ones who were nodding to the beat of the music.

“Henderson said that he needed a half-responsible adult to accompany them and since you and Eddie would be working, that was left to me,” he replied, making you laugh.

"Will didn't tell me anything," you told him "Neither did Eddie" you continued, changing the look between the two of you.

"I think he was invited by someone named Darren or something like that"

"Garreth?"

"Yes, that one" he replied, pointing one of his fingers at you "And Dustin came to accompany him, he didn't want to come alone" Steve blurted out those words so naturally and just shrugged, but you were amazed by what you had heard. It was then that you looked at the drummer and realized that he was indeed looking at Will with a smile, who was looking at him in the same way. You knew Garreth, you had seen him a couple of times in the theater room and he had always been very nice. He was at most a year older than Will, so it didn't surprise you that the two had become friends. But if things were like that, why hide it?

A couple more songs and the show were over, which only leaves a sweaty Eddie walking excitedly up to you.

You kept looking at both young people for another while and indeed, that pair seemed not to want to take their eyes off each other. You could even tell that Garreth was trying hard to play the drums better, you could tell.

“Harrington! What a joy to see you here”

"Hello, Munson," he said friendly, respecting the strange tradition they had of speaking by their last names, hugging your boyfriend with pats on the back. When Eddie saw you, a mischievous smile crossed his face, and before you could say anything he was up on the counter, jumping over to the side where you were.

"Hey," he murmured, trying to sound flirty but failing as he stole a sweet kiss from you, "How's the prettiest waitress in the place?"

"Hi, Ed," you said, shaking your head gently at his flirtations. The rest of the band joined in the greetings at the bar, but you couldn't help but notice that Garreth went directly to Will to ask how the show was and if he liked it. Besides, of course, complimenting the shirt he was wearing.

“Did you enjoy the show? I don't want to spoil the surprise for you, but I'm writing a new song that I'm sure you'll love. It talks about a beautiful and funny girl who fucks like…”

"Eddie!" you said to shut him up, while you hit his chest. Steve had overheard part of that conversation, but he just chuckled.

"Anyway, I'm sure you'll love it" he continued, without any shame, while you noticed that his makeup was already a bit smudged; it just made him look better "Hey, Jeff invited us over to his house for a bit, is it okay if I come over?"

"Why would I object?"

"Maybe because you want me to stay here to spend time with me because you're completely crazy about me" he replied, raising a shoulder and avoiding your gaze as if he expected you to agree with him. Instead, you pulled him by the arm and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Get out of here. I don't want to have to put up with you drunk or high”

"You know I'll still end up sneaking to your room at dawn, right?" he asked, quite close to your ear, with a playful tone.

"By God I hope not, Hopper sleeps with your loaded gun under his pillow" you exclaimed, causing him to laugh nervously. After the first meeting, the man's favorite activity was bothering your boyfriend and although he wanted to look like a fuck-the-police man, you knew perfectly well that he was afraid of him "Ed, before you go, I want to ask you something”

"Spit it out"

"Did you invite Will to come over?" you exclaimed. Your boyfriend looked towards the aforementioned while pointing his thumb at him as if he needed confirmation that you meant that person.

“Lil Byers? No, I think Garreth invited him" he muttered "Why?"

"Not for nothing. Just curious"

“Seems like the two of them hit it off really quick,” Eddie told her, with a smile. "They like the same things and they look… alike”

"It makes me happy that he has more friends," you said "He's been driving me crazy these last few days, that's why he almost doesn't tell me anything anymore"

"I thought you guys got along"

"We do that. When it's important, you know. It's just that living together again makes things like the turn to use the shower a reason for fights” you laughed “Before he was calmer, but he has become a mouthy”

"The wonders of being an only child," Eddie scoffed. There was silence for barely a second and you were looking for something else to say until you felt the sting of a pair of teeth digging into your cheek.

"Don't do that, it hurts!" you complained It was a damn habit you still hadn't gotten used to; he loved to bite the part of the body that he was closest to.

"I have to go, little princess, but I'll pick you up in a while, 'kay?" he said, ignoring your reproach. Then he gave you a sweeter caress on the lips and jumped back to the other side of the bar.

“Y/N, can I come over to Jeff's house? Steve is going to take us,” Will murmured, moving to Eddie's side. He looked so different in that outfit and you wondered if, like Lucas with his new jock friends, that was the style he would adopt from now on.

"Only until my shift is over and Eddie comes for me" you exclaimed and the boy nodded, taking a couple of steps back to where the others were "Be careful and don't overdo it, okay?" you said to the curly-haired one, seeing him nod in the same way as your little brother "Thanks for taking them, Steve" you half yelled, receiving a thumbs up from your friend.

"Don't be bad, if you need anything you can call us" Eddie said goodbye, scribbling a number on a napkin, which was surely Jeff's house number. When you looked at it you realized that he had 'I love you!' written above the numbers as if he were Jeniffer Parker and you were Marty McFly.

You smiled and put the piece of paper in your pocket, sure that even if you didn't need to make the call you would keep it in that special box kept in your bedroom closet.

Saturdays were regularly your favorite days. Sometimes you'd go out with your friends, sometimes you'd hang out at home, and for the past couple of weeks they've been designated sleep-in days in Eddie's trailer. Wayne had no problem with that, he worked nights, and your boyfriend tried to keep (at least) the bed free of things so he could make a space for you to sleep. Sometimes he would play you a song on his acoustic guitar or he would read to you until you fell asleep, other times you were the one who brushed his curls and that was enough for him to fall like a log on the mattress. You'd obviously been on that mattress many times before, doing things that couldn't be brought up on a familiar schedule, but these times felt like something else; it was more intimate, quieter. Of course sex was great and it was partly what had started your relationship, however, now it was no longer the central point of every encounter. Sometimes it was nice just talking nonsense or lying next to each other.

"Do you think I should move those posters over there?" Eddie asked suddenly. He was lying with his head hanging upside down on the edge of the bed, wearing square-patterned pajamas that were one of your personal favorites, and he was staring at the wall. He liked to redecorate the place from time to time, he said it worked to get ideas and creativity flowing. Most of the time that so-called order was a complete disaster, but for him, it seemed to work perfectly. "I think they would look good where the band blanket is”

"Sure" you exclaimed, keeping your eyes closed and your head leaning against the wall where the head of the bed is supposed to go. You felt movement on the other side of the mattress and when you were about to open your eyes to see what had happened, some lips crashed against yours; soft and meaty.

"Don't ignore me," he complained, pouting and an angry scowl.

"I didn’t do it"

"I don't know why, but I don't believe you" he snorted "If you don't love me anymore you can tell me and that's it"

"Ed!" you laughed, reaching out your arms to draw him to you and kissing his face. Eddie's skin always felt soft, but this time you could notice a stubble on his chin that disturbed your caressing path. Also, his fluffy hair wasn’t making your job easier.

"I think I'll go take a quick shower before I go to sleep" he murmured, after a couple of kisses, to which you nodded your head. He got up and took a couple of steps, but for some reason he stopped to look at you for a couple of seconds "It's a good time for you to say you want to come with me"

"I took a shower before I came"

"You can pretend you need it" he insisted, making you laugh, and after a couple more offers you agreed to accompany him. It was a good opportunity for a quickie and if you were already tired before, after that you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Being summer it was difficult for you to sleep cuddling or the heat would be unbearable, but after a couple of hours you were close enough to him to hear a moan. This woke you up and you instinctively looked at Eddie's alarm clock with glowing numbers on his nightstand: 4:25 a.m. When you turned your head, you noticed that he wasn’t only complaining, but that his head was making soft and involuntary movements, a sign that he was surely having a nightmare.

"Eddie" you started to say, placing one of your outstretched palms on his chest "Ed..." you insisted, now moving him slowly in the hope of waking him up, until your words and actions achieved the goal. He got up panting and looking around for something, which he seemed to find when your eyes met his.

"Hello" was all he said, in a whisper of relief, before slumping back against your body to hug you. His skin was somewhat sweaty and he was still breathing hard.

"You are well?" you asked, running a hand through his curls and letting him hold onto you tightly. Eddie wasn’t a person with recurring nightmares, he almost always snored like a tractor and slept like a baby, so it was cause for concern.

"Mhm," he hummed as best he could, trying to bury his head in the crook of your neck for the sense of security he needed "Yeah, it was just... a bad dream”

"Calm down, nothing's wrong" you exclaimed to reassure him, continuing to run a hand up and down his back. You didn't want to talk, or ask him anything, you just waited for his breathing to slow down under your kind caresses and your soft kisses on the cheeks.

When he finally decided to speak, he did so in whispers, without letting go of your embrace. It turns out that planning the D&D campaigns had affected his mind a bit and somehow the nightmares had ended up going there.

He began to tell you about Vecna, a powerful magician who looked like a stuffed corpse without his left hand and eye, and his story about him. He also began to tell you about Kas the bloody-handed, the traitor, and the army of vampires he had. You were listening carefully to the story and then Eddie explained to you that he dreamed of himself being devoured by these demobats, ending up controlled by Vecna and completely possessed by evil. He told you that he dreamed that he hurt all his friends; the whole Hellfire club, Steve, Max, Robin, your brothers, and you. That was what had woken him up, the mere thought that he had hurt you in some way.

"It's stupid, I'm sorry" he muttered sadly when he was finally calm.

"It's not stupid, Ed. It was a nightmare, dreams are sometimes like that" you said kindly, with an understanding smile. You separated his face from yours to give him a kiss, which greatly reassured the boy, while he planted his warm hands on your cheeks "No vampire will come to attack you"

"I was the vampire, didn't you pay attention to the story?" he told you, a little more animated, and you giggled in the middle of the darkness "We just... it's idiocy, we have to go back to sleep"

"But…"

"We have to sleep" he repeated, pulling you roughly until the two of you were lying on the bed, and you let out a surprised cry that then turned into laughter.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I feel better now. They say that when you tell your nightmares it means they won't come true”

"Oh, sure, because Vecna would come for us if you don't," you said sarcastically. The boy ignored your taunt and his legs tangled with yours, while he buried his face in your boobs.

"They will protect me," they say, and you laughed, resting your head on his curls and closing your eyes to try to sleep. There was an inexplicable peace being in that position and again it didn't take long for you to slip into unconsciousness.

Fortunately this time neither of us had nightmares and the next morning was very pleasant, Eddie took charge of preparing something for breakfast and after eating it he took you home.

Nobody greeted you so you assumed they were still asleep, so you walked to the room to take all your things out of your backpack and put them away, but you didn't even start to do so when someone came and knocked on the door. It was Will.

"Hello"

"Hi" you answered with a smile. He walked inside and you didn't pay much attention, just dumped the contents of your backpack onto the bed. As soon as your eyes caught a box of condoms that you didn't remember was lying around, you quickly hid it, until your brother spoke again.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Mhm," you hummed, while you folded your pajamas and arranged your toiletries on one of the bureaus "What is it?"

"Has Eddie ever given you anything?" he said. That had taken you by surprise because it wasn’t the kind of question you were expecting.

"Like a gift?" you exclaimed, seeing him nod gently “Uh… he bought me a bandana once to tie my hair up or something. But that was before I was his girlfriend” you explained to your brother, who seemed satisfied with the answer “Why do you ask?”

"Do you promise you won't make fun?"

"It depends"

"Promise"

"Well, well. I promise. Tell me now"

"I… I want to buy someone something" your eyes widened at the shy response and almost a second later your brow furrowed.

"Do you like a girl?"

"You said you weren't going to tease"

“I'm not teasing” you clarified “It's just… you're talking about a girl, right?”

"What can I buy?" he insisted, monumentally ignoring your question. You wanted to bother him a little, but you promised not to, and you knew he would be very angry with you if you broke that promise.

You asked yourself what the hell a girl your brother's age might like and at the same time formulated possible candidates. It couldn't be Eleven, obviously, which left only Max. But she couldn't be either, you didn't think she was Will's type and Lucas was also in the task of winning her back. Most likely, she was a girl you didn't know and that he had met during these weeks in Hawkins. But who was she?

"How about some jewelry?" he said at some point, interrupting your thoughts "Those things look good, don't they?"

"Maybe a bracelet" you supported the idea "It's cute, small, and can always be worn"

"Yes, I think so"

“What is her name?” you asked, knowing that he probably wouldn't tell you anything. And indeed, he refused “Come on, don't be mean. At least tell me what she's like"

Will hesitated to answer, his expression had given him away, but still, he told you a couple of characteristics; golden hair and little curly, chubby cheeks, pretty eyes, very talkative… What the hell were you supposed to do with those poor pieces of information?

"Thanks for helping me" he murmured then, leaving no room for any more questions. You didn't want to harass him, but curiosity was eating at you.

"You should invite her over one day," you exclaimed vaguely. You tried to make it not sound like an order, but more like a suggestion "Hey, I want to ask you something too”

"Yeah?" he answered, from the door frame.

"Do you think Eddie likes flowers?" Asked. It was a bit of a tension breaker, but there was also sincerity.

"I think so, he seems"

“Cool”

“Cool” you imitated him and then he walked out the door.

Time passed quickly until it was Tuesday, again, and Corroded Coffin was present at the bar as they had been doing every week for a long time now.

Eddie was wearing a sleeveless shirt, with the band's logo printed by himself, which showed all the ink on his arms, shiny thanks to a light sweat, and red leather pants. He gave a flirtatious wave once he walked offstage, practically putting his entire body on the counter to reach up and kiss you, but in the process his hand brushed against something that caught his attention:

“Who gave you flowers?” he asked you, changing the affectionate tone with which he had spoken to you a moment ago for a jealous and angry one.

You looked at the bouquet next to you; three red roses full of small white flowers around it, covered with plastic and wrapped in a black bow.

Eddie's dismay only grew when you took it and held it out to him with one hand.

"They're for you"

"What?"

"I bought you flowers” he glanced at the flower arrangement and then at you, only to change his jealousy to a violent blush. Eddie was even quiet for a moment as if he was waiting for you to confess that it was a joke.

"Why?"

"Because I like you" you explained, as if it weren't an obvious thing "Come on, take them"

The boy took what you offered and looked at them for a second, analyzing them as if they were a very rare specimen.

"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" was all he said. It was obvious that you had taken him by surprise, but what gave you the most joy was the blush that you had managed to cause him and the shy smile that he had put on "I didn't buy you anything"

"You don't have to do it" you exclaimed trying not to worry him "I just wanted to do something nice for you"

"Thank you" Eddie reached out again to kiss you, this time softer and more deeply, until some whistles interrupted you.

It was the entire band, who were already cracking dirty jokes towards you, and they took their seats on the benches in front of the counter.

"Just because you guys don't have a girlfriend like mine doesn't mean I have to hold back," Eddie snorted. He loved to brag, and your good looks served him well enough to do so. But it wasn't just about beauty, he was proud to have someone who cares about him, thoughtful and kind above all things.

You watched as everyone shared knowing glances and now it was Garreth's turn to embarrass himself since apparently he was on his way to getting a girl. Or… something like that.

"Do you want something to drink?"

"No, mi cielo," he responded gently. It wasn't the first time that he called you nicknames in another language and you had started to get used to it, but just when you were about to answer something, you saw the object that left you in shock.

Garreth, who looked quite happy at the moment, was wearing a piece of silver on his left wrist. It was a simple chain that could go unnoticed by everyone, but not by you.

It turns out that that morning, you had accidentally come across a red box in your house that seemed too pretty to be there. You weren't a gossip, but your curiosity was too much and you opened it thinking it was an engagement ring that Hopper had strategically left behind, only to find yourself with a silver chain. You didn't imagine who it might belong to until you remembered your conversation with Will and realized that this was the gift he was going to give to the girl he liked. It was rather rough in your opinion, but not knowing the tastes of your brother's crush, you trusted that he was doing the right thing. You never imagined that that piece of jewelry would end up in the hands of your boyfriend's best friend, and you didn't have to be too smart to put the pieces together.

Golden hair and little curly, plump cheeks, pretty eyes, very talkative. Oh, shit.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Jeff asked you suddenly. Your gaze was lost and your face as pale as possible "It seems you saw a ghost"

"I'm fine" you lied "My stomach hurts a little, that's all"

"Really?" Eddie asked, with a concerned expression.

“Mhm. It's… girly things” you answered in a whisper and it took a second for your boyfriend to widen his eyes as he nodded. You would know that under that excuse no one would dare to inquire into the subject.

You didn't say anything else for the rest of the shift, just short responses to Eddie assuring him you felt fine and smiles at the rest of the group. You didn't want to make false assumptions, but no matter how hard you tried to find another explanation or a radical twist in the evidence, you always came to the same conclusion. That your little brother was… that he was…

That he was in love, but not with the person you had imagined. That gift was never for a girl, it was for a boy.

“I'll take you home,” Eddie offered, hugging you gently from the side, still noticing how distracted you were. You hadn't even realized at what point they had loaded the things in the van and you had closed the bar.

"Hmm, yeah" you replied, blinking a few times to snap back to reality. The three guys were talking by Jeff's car, a space away from your boyfriend's vehicle. As you passed, Eddie waved and you followed suit, making sure to look back at Garreth’s waving arm and make sure your eyes weren't deceiving you.

The way to your house was silent, with your boyfriend's hand planted firmly on your thigh while he gave you gentle caresses. He had asked you countless times if he could do anything for you, if you wanted help or if you had 'those things you needed'. Despite everything, you couldn't help noticing his disposition and you thanked him with a tender kiss on the cheek.

When you arrived, you went straight to bed and your thoughts overflowed without any control, making you think of something that could be your reality. You suddenly thought of all those signs in Will that you had ignored until now or that simply hadn't mattered; his clothes, his way of talking, his personality, his apparent terror for the girls in high school, the sensitivity in him.

Suddenly even Mike came to mind. Were you reading things wrong? Is that why Will cried so much when his best friend was cruel to him? Is that why he always forgave any failure of the black-haired man? His blood boiled at the mere thought of the pain he had been feeling all this time. The pain he had been feeling alone.

Any selfish feelings were eliminated when you understood the big picture of the situation. It wasn't about whether you wanted nephews one day, or whether you dreamed of seeing Will in a formal suit and a girl in white waiting for him at the altar, and even if you were excited because he had finally asked you for some love advice; to you, his older sister who is supposed to know the taste of women.

You understood that it wasn’t about you, but about him.

And suddenly you felt tremendous fear. Fear for words, for actions, for scorn, fear of seeing him reduced to a simple label with which everyone would judge him. Fear of disease, fear of murder... just all the fear that could be felt by a loved one in that condition. Or situation, rather.

You went to sleep with a tangle of thoughts spinning around your head and a pain in your chest from worry, hoping that when you woke up, they would have completely disappeared. But they hadn't.

The matter disturbed your calm for what were days, something that didn’t go unnoticed by your family, friends, and boyfriend, but still you didn’t speak to anyone about it. It wasn't your place and you weren't even sure Will really felt that way, so what you decided to do was watch. You noticed the secret calls your brother made, the dinner outings, walks, and campaign planning that he had, and Will's attendance at band rehearsals that you noticed thanks to Eddie; it was all by the same person.

"What's wrong with you lately?" Jonathan had asked you once. Just as you were worried about Will, he was worried about you.

"I have nothing" you lied. But with him that nonsense would not work and you knew it perfectly.

“You know it's not like that and I know it. Did something happen with Eddie?"

"Eddie?" you asked confused, not thinking about how this might relate to him. But being logical, it was too valid an assumption “No, no. He's great, we're good."

"Then?" your brother said. You were silent, with a lump in your throat and that burning in the back of your head that could only be due to stress, until you decided that it would be best to tell him what was happening. You knew that he was the most suitable person. He wouldn't judge Will and, after all, he was also his brother.

"I… I think I've known for a while" he suddenly exclaimed and your eyes almost popped out of your sockets.

“How…? He told you?"

"I just know, just like you know that now he was dating that guy" you two were silent for a moment, you with your eyes lowered on the floor and he evaluating your reaction.

"And what do I do?"

"You? Nothing" answered Jonathan, almost like a mockery "It is Will who will decide what to do, not you"

"Yes, but..."

"Y/N" the older one interrupted you "do you remember that time, when we were kids, you wanted to cut your bangs?" he started to say and you nodded, not knowing what that comment was coming from, “Mom told you no, but you insisted, I told you no, but you insisted. And then you found those scissors and you locked yourself in the bathroom to do it. When you came out you looked… you looked so ridiculous” a giggle escaped Jonathan's lips “And you were crying so much. Mom was working and I had to help you, I fixed it as I could and I made you hot chocolate so you would stop crying. You felt like the ugliest girl in the world for the first few days, but then we laughed so hard about it, do you remember?"

"It took a while to grow" you smiled, not realizing that a couple of tears had already escaped from your eyes.

“He will have to learn. And he's going to suffer, a lot, but all you and I can do is be there and love him, no matter what happens” by this point, the crying was uncontrollable, and you fell against your brother's chest to cry freely. They weren't tears of disappointment or anything like that: it was pure concern.

“I love you so much, Jonathan," you sobbed. You were aware of what your brother represented in your life, but you had never told him openly and you practically vomited everything you were grateful to him for at that moment, which ended with Jonathan crying as well.

And as if that weren't enough, Will walked in just a few minutes later, wearing the Hellfire shirt with another flannel shirt over it that had ripped sleeves (quite similar to a certain someone) and with a huge smile that faded as soon as he saw you.

"What happened?" he asked, lunging in your direction with obvious concern. You wondered if that was how your lives were, always worried about the other and hiding things so as not to hurt each other. But you didn't say anything, you just pulled him with one hand and joined the hug while you continued crying.

Eventually Will did too, with more intensity than both of you, and somehow all three of you knew why. That suspicion was only confirmed when he pulled away and said that he wanted to tell you something.

Joyce wasn't home, nor was Hopper, and maybe that gave your brother more courage to tell you out loud what he had been keeping for so many years. There was not a pout, not a claim, not even an expression of surprise.

“And that time you were talking to Eddie about it, I… I heard you and I thought…” he couldn't even finish the sentence, his sobs impeding it, but after a couple of tries he finished it, “I thought I could tell you. To you two”

"Does anyone else know?"

"Eleven" he replied. That did manage to surprise you, not because you thought she wouldn't support him but because of how Will had explained her situation without confusing her “And Dustin. But only them"

“I'm glad you told us,” Jonathan murmured, and you knew he meant it from the bottom of his heart. Will wiped away the tears with the back of his hand and you shook his hair.

“You should never feel ashamed of your feelings. This doesn’t change you at all, you will always be Will and that is what matters” you completed. You didn't know if they were the right words, but they were the best you could offer. "And whenever you need another love advice, you know where to turn," you joked. You weren't going to pressure him to tell you right there whether he liked Garreth or didn't like him, because the poor boy was doing too much by confessing something so difficult to him.

The subject didn't come up again and although Will felt completely strange for the first few days, you gradually got over it. After all, and as you said before, he was still himself.

Once again the weeks passed normally and when you least expected it half of the summer vacation was already gone. Work and household chores were taking up most of your time with the rest regularly going to Eddie. At first you wanted to tell her about Will, but something in you told you that it wasn't right and it wasn't your place; if he wanted to tell him, he was going to decide. Of course, your boyfriend didn't stop noticing your brother's attendance at practically all the band's rehearsals and somehow, he started to get jealous that the drummer could have an audience to root for him and he didn't. So, one fine day he invited you too.

"And what am I supposed to do?" you smiled. You were half naked on his mattress, while he traced messy patterns on the skin of your tummy.

“Just sitting there and looking pretty. It won't be hard at all,” he teased, brushing a kiss over your skin and crawling around so he could hug you.

You knew how much Eddie loved Corroded Coffin and if something was special to him then it would be special to you too, so on this idea you agreed to go during a rehearsal. All the members were nice, they offered you beer and you had a good time, but what moved you the most was seeing Eddie so happy with you around. You tried not to pay attention to the flirtatious glances your brother and Garreth gave each other, but it was almost impossible not to chuckle inwardly.

You decided to put your trust in him, because you had spoken to him a couple of times and, from everything Eddie had told you, he seemed to be a good person, a thought that was consolidated when you saw the way he spoke to Will and especially the huge smile your brother had when they were around. Still, if he harmed him, he would have to deal with basically your entire family and for his own good you hoped he wouldn't.

That day Eddie, after rehearsal, stole a few hours from you to take you for a ride in his van to practically nowhere. It was just him and you hanging around the road and talking about everything at the same time, giggling and making out with the pair of lovers that you were.

You never expected that summer would turn out like that or that it would bring the surprises that had come. If before it was only a probability, now it was totally certain that you would continue in Hawkins, and with a bit of luck you and Eddie would graduate so that you could go to a university, maybe together or maybe not, but a university at the end of the day.

Night fell and you were still walking, your boyfriend's hand planted firmly on your thigh, as he almost always did, and the music blaring out loud.

“When we get married, do you want a big house or a small house?”

“When we what?" you asked, nearly choking, fearing you had misheard.

"We are going to get married, aren't we?" he exclaimed as if it were a predetermined event. You frowned at him and he laughed "Well, imagine you don't totally hate the idea and would like to marry me, would we have a big house or a small one?"

"I don't hate the idea of marrying you"

"Big or small?" he insisted. You sighed and trying to hide a smile you answered 'small' "And do you want to have pets?"

“A dog maybe. To play with the children"

"Children?" now it was his turn to choke.

"You love having sex, in case you don't remember, that's where children come from"

"But there is also a blessed person who invented condoms," he said, with a tone of obviousness.

"So you don't want to have children?"

"We should really think about it"

“You are not going to give birth to them”

“But I'll have to feed them”

There was silence for a moment, where you only concentrated on the road and the lights.

"And the wedding?" you exclaimed “Do you want one of those huge weddings or something low-key?”

“Discreet and only in a civil way, with our families, a couple of friends. Something on the beach maybe" he replied and something told you that the boy had already danced around the idea before "And I'll get married with my sneakers on"

"No way"

“No sneakers, no deal”

"Fine, you keep the sneakers, but you will wear a nice suit or I’ll stand you up” you replied "And you are going to cut your hair"

"Then I don't want to marry you anymore," he huffed. A fit of laughter invaded both of you suddenly and when it ended you continued with the questions.

The night was spent talking about a wedding that hadn't happened yet, the kids you didn't have yet, your dream job, the decorations for the house, the retirement plan, and a couple of rocking chairs that Eddie would buy you two to sit in the living room to watch TV and sleep.

He managed to convince you to stay the night in your room and with him sleeping peacefully next to you, you thought that it wouldn't be so crazy to see all those dreams come true one day.

Who knows, only time would tell.

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