#will byers you are so loved 🫶

[tender-emotional-music]

“You make me feel like I’m not a mistake at all. Like I’m better for being different.”

This line haunts me in the best way possible. It’s one of the most beautiful, romantic, and heartfelt lines in the show for me. I know we were all pissed when Volume 2 dropped, but looking back, this scene and the painting plot were genius. I cannot wait for when it all comes undone in season 5 and everything is laid bare.

[doodle-stroodle]

Another redraw!! I love these two 😔 (og under the cut)

[kennahjune]

Teen Dad AU

Part 7!! (??)

I’m losing track.

More Steddie interactions (kinda?)! Plus Steve and Louie and the kids :))

I’m so excited for this one aaahhhhh!!!!!

I’m starting this on my 15th bday lmaoooo

(Update it is now 2 months after my bday, HAPPY pride month everyone!!)

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Steve didn’t want to leave the kitchen.

“Get the hell out there, Harrington!” George scolded him. “It’s a bunch of middle schoolers!”

Yeah, Steve refused to serve a table of middle schoolers. Because they weren’t /just/ middle schoolers.

They were his middle schoolers.

Accompanied by Miss. Byers and Jonathan.

Steve internally groaned. He had been completely avoiding and refusing to tell any of them where he worked and had sworn Hopper to secrecy. Dramatic? Sure. But valid? Absolutely.

Those kids were menaces. Even Will in his own way, giving Steve one of those sweet smiles of his to get him to give them rides almost whenever. Ugh.

The point is; Steve didn’t want to the Brat Bridge to know where he worked. Because then they’d come just about everyday to harass him.

But a teasing comment about “Scaredy Steve” from Mason had Steve punching Mason in the arm and marching out into the actual diner.

Gwen walked past him into the kitchen with a tray of dirty dishes. She clapped him on the shoulder with a sly smile. “Good luck, they’re a loud bunch.”

Steve sighed. “Trust me, I know.”

Five kids, one teen, and one adult. Steve would be fine. It’d be totally fine. He sees these people like every goddamn day—

“Steve!”

He’s been spotted.

Steve gave a strained smile to Dustin, who was actually bouncing in his chair between Mike and Max, who were both looking at him like a freaky big they’d never seen before.

“What are you doing here?” Lucas chirped, across from Dustin, grinning ear to ear. Will sat quietly next to him but smiled at Steve when they made eye contact.

Steve crossed his arms and popped his hip, a small grin of his own plastering his face. “I work here, Sinclair. Now what does the Brat Pack want?”

A chorus of shouts of different menu items flew at Steve all at once. He chuckled quietly, and then groaned louder— just to be a dramatic shit.

“One at a time! You learned how to take turns in kindergarten, didn’t you? Or are you guys still there?”

Dustin and Mike immediately protested, Max making a dig at Steve’s “elementary school IQ”. While the three of them argued with a not-listening Steve, Steve turned his attention to Will and Lucas.

Orders were placed quickly after. Steve turning to Jonathan and Joyce after the kids.

When he gave the paper to Mason the raised eyebrow he got back held thousands of questions. Questions Steve ignored with a smirk and wave of his hand.

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His shift that day was rowdy and filled with teasing and laughter. Not much different than usual but it was warmer. More comforting. The kids didn’t leave with Miss. Byers, opting to stay behind with Jonathan and wait until Steve’s shift ended.

Allya and George waved Steve off about closing, insisting they’d get to it themselves.

So, Steve and Jonathan split the brats up between their cars; Lucas, Mike and Dustin with Steve, Max and Will with Jonathan.

“Steve can we go to your house? Please?” Dustin begged, hanging off of Steve’s arm while they all walked to the cars. Steve pretended to think about it, already knowing full well that he’d give in and let them storm his trailer.

He sighed dramatically, just for shits and giggles, before agreeing. Because he’s a giant push over.

Steve and Jonathan split the kids up and Jonathan followed Steve all the way to trailer park.

“Hang on—“ Dustin slapped Steve’s arm from his seat in the passengers side. “Don’t you live in Loch Nora?”

Steve huffed, his irritation flaring at the reminder. He quickly tramped it down, refusing to be angry at Dustin for being curious.

“Used to. Moved out once I got Louie.” He explained, barely even a lie.

Mike and Lucas shared a glance in the back seat. Steve narrowed his eyes at them before quickly returning his gaze to the road. He’d have a talk to them later about trying to play detective.

Jonathan and Steve pulled in side by side in the driveway. The kids got out one by one, rushing to the porch and waiting impatiently for Steve to open it for them.

Steve smiled a small smile at the antics, before catching Jonathan staring at him out of the corner of his eye.

Steve turned to him with a confused raise of his eyebrows. Jonathan raised his own eyebrows and looked pointedly to the trailer before back at Steve.

So it wasn’t Lucas and Mike playing detective, it was Jonathan.

Steve rolled and eyes and made a very pointed and obvious “later” look before pushing through the kids and unlocking the door.

The kids discarded their shoes haphazardly and spread out in the living room, looking at everything.

“I’ll be right back. Break anything and I’ll break your asses.”

Max and Mike rolled their eyes, disappearing with Will down the hall to no doubt look around more. Dustin and Lucas stayed in the living room.

“Where are you going? And where’s Louie?” Lucas asked suspiciously.

Steve rolled his eyes fondly. “Wow ok. More interested in my kid than me, Sinclair?” Lucas spluttered a reply, but Steve waved him off with a chuckle. “I’m kidding, doofus. Louie’s up at Gran— er, Margaret’s, because I had work.”

Lucas deemed this an ok answer and let Steve go.

He knocked on Gran’a door three times before she opened, Louie on her hip and the twins right behind her. Noah and Casey immediately ran out the door to hug Steve on the small porch, each hanging off of a different leg as Steve reached out to take Louie from Gran.

“Heya, baby!” Steve greeted the now teething infant. Teething, as Louie immediately stuck Steve’s shirt collar in his mouth to chew on.

Steve smiled at Gran, letting her know the brats were over but that they could still have dinner together that night if she was ok with an extra five kids (and Jonathan).

Grab waved him off. “The more the merrier, dear.”

Noah and Casey followed Steve home, Gran having to go run some errands and taking advantage of Steve finally being home. Steve didn’t mind.

He’d just made it to the bottom of his porch when something caught his eye across the street; leaving his own trailer was Eddie Munson, his hair thrown half-up-half-down and his shirt and jeans ripped to basically scraps. He was grinning and talking while walking backwards, supposedly to the old man standing in the doorway.

Eddie turned around just in time to make eye contact with Steve, raise an eyebrow, and grin devilishly. He stuck out his tongue, and Steve and Louie both giggled.

Steve broke the tension-filled eye contact to look down at little baby Louie, who was still chewing on his shirt. Louie grinned back at him, his little teeth nubs shiny. When Steve looked back to Eddie, the van was gone and the pretty metalhead was nowhere in sight.

“Steve! Why are you withholding the child?” Max demanded.

Steve snapped back to reality just enough to glare over his shoulder at her.

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IM SO SORRY FOR THE SLOW ASS UPDATES BUT I CANT PROMISE ILL DO BETTER WITH MY ADHD AND HYPER-FIXATIONS EVERYWHERE 😭😭

[kidovna]

ever since i saw your blue and yellow queer couples story on insta i could not stop thinking about your older byler with bill and frank quotes ☹️

me too, anon.

[lighthouseas]

we need more unusual byler aus. like yeah i love a good coffeeshop au or whatever else but i'm talking like give me assassin will and target mike where will can't kill him because he's already associated with him and is falling in love with him. give me burglar will who, upon breaking into mike's apartment and seeing that he has nothing, decides to crash there for the night because mike isn't intimidated by him at all and also wants someone to hang out with for once. give me an au where they're coworkers working boring office cubicle jobs and have been trying to work up the courage to talk to each other since they are next to each others' cubicle. give me byler during the 1600s. give me a byler au inspired by some obscure anime. COME ON GUYS PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU. APPRECIATE UNUSUAL AUS BECAUSE THEY CAN BE SO FUN 🙏

[strawberrybyers]

will and i are very similar. and i think one of the many reasons as to why i love his character so much is because loving him and wanting him to be safe is like being able to go back in time and love and protect younger me <3

[weepywhalewatcher]

Wip 😍😍😍

Ugh he's so pretty I love him

[munsonthings86]

Heyy are you still taking requests??

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

Love you work thank you 🫶🏾💜

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was something so calming and warm about it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you were well worth the stress and queasy stomachs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And just like the ice cream, you melted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Later, Steve."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How'd you know?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[doomsdaybby]

chapter one: pre-soak. laundromat!steve au x fem!reader mini series. you can find the blurb here 🫶🏻

content/warnings: strangers to lovers, barely any plot (no twists or turns, just watch two cuties fall in love), no use of y/n, fluff, mutual pining, steve is such a sweetheart, soft!steve 🥹, steve being a lovesick puppy, reader is just a little mean, jealous!steve at points, ronance bc I love them, eventual smut (not this chapter), she/her pronouns and physical female descriptions used for reader character throughout.

word count: 2.9k

I do not proofread my work, so please be forgiving of any mistakes.

Suds N’ Sparks Laundromat. Spring 1989.

Steve Harrington works round the clock shifts for exactly four dollars an hour to make ends meet. From sunrise to sunset, his life was surrounded by flickering yellow lights (if you looked closely enough you could see the moths that had scuttled too close to the hot bulbs), emptied pockets of spilled quarters on countertops and the rhythmic mind-numbing rumble of washing machines that soon became white noise. 

Steve had already run through exactly eight job positions in the last four years. Don’t ask him how, he seems to never make it stick. The conclusion drew to him a while back that he was the world’s biggest fuck up, and that’s the way it was supposed to be. 

It wasn't all bad, he worked alone, the regulars were nice enough and the paycheck was on the surprisingly sunny side compared to Scoops Ahoy, Family Video, camp counseling, that one busboy position that lasted five minutes, and the paperboy, and… you get the point. 

It was working well enough for him right now, covering the rent and bills for his and Robin’s shared apartment, and of course gas money, whilst saving him a little extra on the side for whatever his heart desired, and that was all he could ask for. Besides, there weren't many openings left in Hawkins for him to fall back on, almost every business manager the town had on offer had mindlessly sifted through Steve Harrington’s glistening -eye roll- resume since the fall of 1985 at one point or another.

He had to somehow make this one last longer than 8 months, his new year's resolution, or else Steve would surely have to pack up his shit and leave. 

Though for right now, the laundromat put an undetermined stop in the infinite revolving door that was his employment track record, and it felt like a small sigh of relief that the customers actually seemed to like him. A lot. 

Mrs Fletcher, who insisted on Steve calling her by her first name Helen (he never did), brought in exactly two baskets of laundry at precisely 5pm every Friday evening. Not a minute early, not a second late. Mrs Fletcher was a single woman in her mid to late 50’s, give or take, and was not resistant to the irresistible Harrington charm, despite Steve never uttering a single flirtatious syllable in her direction. 

He was woefully made aware that she was single because she made an intentional point to mention it every. single. week. Divorced, husband left her in a bunch of debt yada yada blah blah. Whatever. You would think that he was joking, a tad on the dramatic side maybe, but Helen managed to slip it in there at one point or another during each conversation.

She actually lived on Maple Street, only a couple houses down from the Wheeler’s. Steve remembers her kind waves and cheery ‘Hello’s’ to him and Nancy during their highschool sweetheart days. But since word most certainly got around in Hawkins, once Jonathon Byers took his place linked hand in hand with his past burning flame, it wasn't difficult to put two and two together that the pair had split. So once Steve appeared at the closest local laundromat, Helen Fletcher was positively thrilled. 

Steve was in the thick of his routinely one-sided chat with his admirer, elbows resting spread east and west on the counter and arms stretched out in front of him in closed palms, eyes beginning to glaze over since having swapped her one dollar note for four quarters almost twenty minutes ago. Though the shrill ting of the doorbell thankfully pulled him from the jumping record that were his strained, yet still polite, ‘uh huh’-s and ‘oh really’-s. 

Robin stumbled through the door, a pull-string hamper hanging heavy by the crook of her elbow, Nancy linked snugly in the other. They both cheesed wide at Steve’s unfortunate current predicament, seemingly unaware of the disapproving grumbles and wary eyes of the few balding middle-aged men slouched on the wooden chairs opposite the rowdy dryers, newspapers held up to their brows. 

Though they continued with grace, still very much knitted as one strutting hip to hip and sharing an all too knowing glance, one that only read trouble and hours of persistent teasing that Steve was bitterly well acquainted with. Robin slings the hamper onto the counter that sat at the very back wall with a leaded thud, requesting smaller change in favor of a one dollar bill outstretched in her hand, much like her new shoulder buddy, who is now non-discretely grumbling behind her teeth. 

Robin notices, and turns to flash the older woman a pearly ear-to-ear grin, blinking her eyes as if to say ‘need something?’. Helen glowered, lips curled up in clear aggravation. Nancy disguises a poorly hidden grin behind a wipe of her mouth, and Robin’s off-putting aura worked its well-oiled charm as Mrs Fletcher went about her business. Seven days of rest, and Steve felt like he could breathe again. At least she took the hint? 

“We did laundry two days ago” Steve looks disappointed, jaw falling somewhat slack. 

“You’re so right. But, uhm, we had a problem” Robin’s lips downturn with a shred of guilt, albeit short lived, her left eye creasing under the lower lash in a semi-squint.

“Problem? What problem?”

Nancy’s cheeks are sucked in, rows of teeth biting the inside to stifle her giggling, accentuating her structured features. Though Steve couldn’t put his finger on what was so funny. 

“We tried to make dinner. Dinner involved red wine. We drank some of it, it was good, and then we kindaspilledsaidredwineverywhere” She finished in a hurry at the conclusion, speaking incoherently from the corner of her mouth.

Now the ceaseless snickering made sense. They were not drunk by any means, but a little too merry and conversing an octave too high for the closing curtain of Steve’s shift. Ten hours of staring at the same four plant-lined poorly painted carolina blue walls was enough to make anyone go stir crazy. Though in the warmer months the breeze was admittedly very refreshing with the door wedged open, so that was a perk. 

Steve tips out a hand to take the bag from Robin with a sigh, a deepening crease in his brow and not enough confidence in his chest to watch the two flounder and fidget with the washing machines. 

“You’re not angry?” Nancy taunts, almost expectant, with rounded eyes and fingers now laced with Robin’s as they turn to follow Steve to the large island of cheap wood and steel legs that stood point blank in the middle of the room, the swirling barrels of damp and drying laundry surrounding it. 

“Ask me again tomorrow” he responds with an exhausted huff, a hint of a scoff. Steve empties out the soiled linens onto the countertop, surveying each garment to assess the damage. 

“Jesus, did you guys rob the liquor store?” 

Surely they had used more than one, maybe even more than two bottles of wine for whatever they decided promoted them to culinary artists for the evening. More snickering, though they both prodded and knocked one another at the hip. If Steve rolled his eyes any harder they would spin out of his head.

So Steve guided Robin and Nancy to the chairs opposite where he was shoving clothing one by one into the drum of the washing machine, eyeing them warily like toddlers in a playpen, wishing that they would quieten down before the disgruntled muttering of the elderly man at the other end of their row of chairs transitioned into uncensored hate speech. 

Steve resorts to mumbling to himself about how they were going to eventually get him in big trouble having to defend them from their own big mouths, and the potential consequences of said unfiltered big mouths, one day or another. He reaches into the bottom of the hamper to pull out a mauve coloured table cloth, that was now three quarters a giant violet stain. 

Steve is too tired for a Friday evening and he wished that the last forty-five minutes of his shift would wrap up as swiftly as it was for his two hysterical friends to fuck up a brand new table cloth. He grasps the material edge to edge in his fists, obscuring his view as he begins to walk forwards, ignoring the familiar ting-ing of the small bell above the janky door, as Robin and Nancy exchanged grimaces and mocking chastising in voices that were supposed to resemble Steve’s scoldings. 

Though Steve doesn’t quite make it to the washer, instead crashing chest first into your towering and, for lack thereof a better word, foreboding laundry basket, thus by default, you. Your walkman clatters to the black and white tiled floor, Fleetwood Mac cassette striking loose to slide under an adjacent tumble-dryer with a grainy swish. The headphones dislodge from the plug-in, now hanging lopsided from your ears as your ass smacks to the ground, a dull painful shockwave radiating up your tailbone. 

“Fuck!” a curse exclaimed in unison, and Steve is already hauling himself up off the floor, “Watch where you’re fuc-” a helping hand in front of your face before you can even finish your sentence, teeth clacking shut in silence at the unexpected assistance. 

“Could say the same to you” Steve replied, back twinging as he lugs you up off the floor, “Sorry, it’s been a long day and-” he looks at you properly then, and absentmindedly squeezes your hand in kindness. You watch him expectantly, dusting off your flared jeans with your free hand, wincing something awful as you cup your lower back. 

“Shit, shit” He starts quickly, eyes growing partly wide with urgence, forgetting that you were about to rip him a new asshole. “Are you okay?” his brows pinch to mirror yours, gaze flicking in a hurry from the pained expression on your face to the palm nursing right above your tailbone. It was genuine, his concern, you can hear it in his buttery tone. 

“No,” you respond in a way that delivered meaner than you intended, before saying a little kinder, “That really fucking hurt”. You release a breath of a laugh, barely there but it could still be heard whilst Steve steadies you, hands still firmly clasped together. He’s warm, maybe too warm, skin soft and his hands are much larger than your own. 

“Hey, didn’t you work at that ice cream place a couple years ago? At the mall? Obviously before it burned down and everything” You ask, eyes curious and voice blanketed in familiarity. Steve blinks at you, blindsided by how the now setting sun reflects in your gentle glassy stare, and you realize that you’re still holding hands. 

“You flirted with me once, desperation must be your thing” you continued with a small chuckle when he didn't answer, a jab at yourself rather than him, the previous question more rhetorical and an obvious nose-dive attempt of a dialogue starter. 

You release him lightly, and Steve becomes aware a little late when you eye him warily, brows pulling together in an uneasy crease, slightly taken aback by his silence. The patch of stillness was awkward, though it gave you a moment to survey him. 

“He’s not much of a ladies man anymore” Robin chimes in with a jump from her seat, the saving grace to the now painfully uncomfortable atmosphere. Steve runs a hand down his face, partially catching his lower lids. Please, God, if you’re listening, just fucking kill me, he thought to himself.

You hum, and Steve’s cheeks dust the rosiest shade of pink when you give him a once over, though you’re leaning a little away from him now. His blue green long sleeved is bunched up to make a three quarter length, though his left has slipped down to his wrist now. Two shiny metal buttons are undone, a sliver of a white undershirt peeking through at the collar. There’s a faded spot of spilt laundry detergent splashed right where his heart sits. 

Robin is never going to let him forget this moment for the rest of his life. 

Steve was a very handsome guy, you couldn’t deny that. You even thought he was pretty cute the few times he served you raspberry ripple ice cream with sprinkles on top. The sailor outfit was a nice touch, though he clearly never got much action. You were lucky enough to audience some of his failed pick-up lines back then. Poor thing, his ego must have been so battered and bruised. 

Your mouth curls at the corner fondly, “Uh, thankyou, by the way. For helping me up”. 

“I should have watched where I was fucking going” Steve says, finishing off your earlier snipped jab, eyebrows hitting his hairline and dusting his hands off on his jeans. He dips his face away, but you can see the rippling of smile lines that adorn his cheeks. 

“And yeah, yeah I worked at Scoops. You from around here?” Desperate to change the subject, the tips of his ears were flaring up. The regular A/C now didn’t feel like enough, he was hot with embarrassment. You're beginning to pick up the dropped laundry now with Nancy and Robin’s help, after setting your lonely headphones and busted walkman onto the counter. Steve also resumed his previous task. 

“I’m from Roanoke, you know, just outside Fort Wayne?” Steve nods, still focused on the wine-stained linens. You continue, “My Dad lives out here, so I've been back and forth, more so the last couple years since I left high school”. Steve makes a mental note, no wonder he can’t quite place you.

“When’d you graduate?” he asks, and Robin winces though she doesn’t really know why. Steve glances up from Nancy’s soft blouse in his hands, running the fabric through his fingertips as he watches you.

“‘82” your nose wrinkles, quickly darting a pair of red underwear into the machine next to Steve. He pretends that he didn’t notice. You were older, even if it was just a couple years. Steve liked that. 

“Why move out to Hawkins?” Nancy invades with interest, though you welcome the extra input with grace. It had been a while since anyone had shown this much interest in you. Your lips twist faintly in contemplation, not wanting to overshare whilst seeking their prolonged attention for as long as you could have it. Greedy, really. But it felt nice, normal. 

“Change of pace. I like it here” you answer her question with honesty, which was accepted for what it was. Though none of them really understood why you would like Hawkins, almost everyone in the small town wanted to get out of there as fast as humanly possible. 

Steve Harrington stayed later that shift, the extent of his fatigue and burning desire to collapse in bed numbed by this new infatuation. Maybe the reminder of having the weekend off was enough to ice the burn. You shared enough but too much considering the three before you were strangers, though not even an hour with them and you felt like you had known them for years. 

You spoke mostly with Robin and Nancy, Steve chiming in here and there. His gaze was either trained on you or his fidgeting fingers the entire time it took for your laundry to wash and dry. The girls were giggling, and he managed to get a good look at how your under-eyes crinkle when you smiled, the inattentive purse of your lips when you just sat and listened, specks of mascara dusting underneath your lashes where you had been clumsy. 

This might become a problem, he thought. 

“See you around, sparky” You wave once your now pristine laundry was folded into the basket a whole ninety minutes after your crash to the floor, a natural charm laced in the flash of a closed mouth smile, a cordial wave to your new friendly acquaintances. Steve felt the air settle once you left, he blinked, his heart had skipped a couple beats. You’d forgotten your tape, your walkman, and your headphones. 

Steve raises a hand from the counter, fingers twiddling kindly in your direction. The upturn of his mouth is completely unfeigned, and it makes his stomach twist and his legs feel unsteady.

Robin and Steve turn to look at eachother, hands on his hips and a couple beads of sweat stippling his hairline. She’s smiling, an evil thing with no malice behind it. Nancy's lower jaw is sitting loose, her lips parted, watching Steve as if the stars are aligning before her very eyes.

“Robs,” he deadpans, a warning. “Please. Don’t say anything” he feels the blood rushing to his cheeks, rubbing the back of his neck with clammy fingers. 

Nancy and Robin crook their necks to peer at each other, Nancy’s bottom lip is firmly tucked into her top row of teeth, a grin spreading wide. Robin’s mouth is purely hanging open in amazement, and Steve braced himself for what was to come. 

They both inhale and Steve screws his eyes closed with a steady inhale through the nose. Reels of kissing noises are thrown his way, the two women’s puckered lips and incessant snorting makes Steve want to crawl out of his skin. He can’t hear whatever raised-pitched fun they’re making of him, drowning it out as much as he is able whilst fishing the car keys from his pocket. Another perk of the job, considering the laundromat was twenty-four hours, he didn’t have to close. 

“You guys are assholes” Steve remarks, but the glimmer of a smirk remains just the same.

thankyou for reading this if you made it to the end! 🫶🏻 pls reblog & comment if you like this! I haven’t written fully like this in a good while so i’m feeling pretty anxious. much love x

dividers by @inklore 🩷

[willow-lark]

lark's recently-read byler fic recs

thought people could use some uplifting 💕🫶 please remember to hype up your favorite fics and art and other creative work & remember there's always something new to enjoy!! browse the tag or ao3 page & give someone's work a some love!! xoxo

If Time Runs Out by @rainypebble07 (T, ongoing, 14k+) - BYLER PIRATE AU!!! 🏴‍☠️ i literally just discovered this one today and i'm actually obsessed. i have never seen any other pirate aus (🤨) n i just wanna say u guys are missing out on the concept and on this fic bc i'm so invested. i'm so excited to see where this fic goes. royal mike x pirate mike is SO GOOD.

how to get your crush to believe you love him: a guide by mike wheeler by @newlesbianprideflag (T, 3/4, 11k+) - mike goes across the country to visit will at college in an attempt to confess his feelings to him. will, who has a boyfriend already and would like to think himself very over mike, thank you, is not impressed. this one deconstructs a lot of popular/fanon tropes and is really great so far!!

california show your teeth by @fireflywitch (T, 8/19, 63k+) - ok this one mayyybe only has background byler but i'm reccing it anyway bc it's one of my FAVORITE regularly updating fics maybe EVER. in early 1985, chief hopper and his average, normal family move from lenora hills, california to hawkins, indiana--the latter of which has had multiple tragedies over the past few years, to which the new chief's family may or may not be linked. LIKE WHATTTT 👀 go read it RN. masterpiece

All Good Dogs by @hellfiremike (T, 1/1, 3.8k) - this one actually made me cry. featuring: an EXCELLENT character study of will byers, a heartfelt examination of canon and what comes after, and chester the dog getting the attention he deserves and never got in canon 😭

kiss me (try to fix it) by birthofv3nus (T, 1/1, 4k) - will has kissed every member of the party except for mike, who is, understandably, taking this news *SO* well and is not jealous about it at *ALL.* but maybe his situation is not quite as dire as he believes it to be....ugh this one was such a fun read, and you know i loveee party dynamics!!

drank my poison all alone by silverluminoqity (T, 1/1, 4k) - mike is going through it, and, though vecna seems to have been vanquished, maybe he's not so completely gone as everyone thinks.... this is an excellent exploration of both mike's guilt as well as his evolution as a character, and how he views himself. super in-character and super good!!

high tide came and brought you in (and i could go on and on) by silverluminoqity (T, 1/1, 8k) - MOTEL FIC MOTEL FIC MOTEL FIC 🥳 or, mike and will have yet another heart to heart, and some things are revealed. this fic is just so completely heartfelt and UGH i was MELTING the ENTIRE TIME, holy SHIT. probably in my top 3 motel fics EVER tbh.

Chasing Heartlines by @cherryisgone (T, 1/2, 6k+) - i was so excited to read the first chapter of the sequel to maybe one of the best byler fantasy aus ever!! knight mike pining after prince will is something that can actually be so personal to me. i love a good mike-won't-shut-up-about-will fic. the attention to detail in this fic is actually INSANE.

[bibylers]

Some byler / rockie parallels and some analysing

(Most of the analysing is at the end 🫶🏻)

Let's start off with this one.

I mean, come on. If this isn't an "official parallel", I don't know what it is-😭

The colors on their clothes match too!

Also, can I just point out how similar Will and Robin are? It makes sense that they’re paralleled, I really hope they get to talk in S5. 💓

Now, let's take a look at these.

What makes this so much more interesting is the fact that Will isn't paralleled with Robin, but Mike is.

I mean- wouldn't you expect Will to be paralleled with the canon gay character, and not Mike?

I mean- COME ON

Moving on, a very popular parallel.

Now this one just must be the most obvious parallel.

In the Rockie scene, we're focused on Robin, obviously feeling the sadness she's feeling. (This scene literally broke me 😭)

But in the Byler parallel we're focused on Mike and El, instead of Will in the background.

Now, if this is supposed to be a parallel, (which it obviously is), why are we focused on Mike and El, and not Will?

Because we're not meant to.

Mike is the one feeling the sadness, exactly like Robin.

Take a look at this.

He first takes a look at Will, then back at El. His face LITERALLY goes from: 😀 to 😓

I think this is the moment, he finally realised what was holding him away from saying "I love you" to el.

Hint:

It's this guy.

Now, this is very similar to this moment back in S3, when El has just told Mike that she loves him.

He is literally just left there like: 🤔

I think in this moment he realised that he does not love El.

So,

S3=Mike realises he doesn't love El, which would explain why he couldn't even write it on the letters to her.

S4=Mike realises that WILLIAM BYERS is the reason he doesn't love El.

[buckys-little-belle]

Hihihi! Tan we pwease get another chapter of Little Bunny? Maybe where Bunny shows up at da Byers’ in da middle of da night u’cuz their famiwy was bein’ mean, or yellin? An Will & El & Joyce can kinda calm Bunny down u’cuz dey know how ta take care of little ones, but Hop is jus standin dere, half asweep like🧍🏻‍♂️an doesn’ know whas goin on, an Will has ta call Gare ta calm Bunny down, an Bunny ends up goin’ ta Gares house, or Gare an Bunny stay at da Byers’? Fank you, I lobs you! 🫶🏻

Hellfire Babysitting Club : The Sequel (Part Four) (Blurb)

Sleepover Emergency

Gareth Emerson X Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used) / Hellfire Club x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - family issues (described vaguely, but really not explained in detail. there is mention of police reports from before they moved to Hawkins though.), yelling mentioned, eating mentioned, byers family chaoticness, crying, feelings of being scared mentioned, long cold walk ... FOUND FAMILY, HUGS, FLUFF AFTER THE ANGST, LOVE

Notes - I've been in a writting mood latley and missed this series so I thought I'd drop this here for Y'all. I hope you like it, and I hope my writting hasn't changed too much in the time I've been gone! (Also while I do follow the prompt for the most part, O have put my own spin on it etc)

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this account, SFW

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During the day September air was chilly but not cold, light sweaters everyone's preferred "coat" to keep warm. But the night grew cold, the wind wiping around, leaves flying and twirling in the air. Y/n had rushed to get out of their house, the pj's they had on even less warm then what they wore to school. But even as they're teeth began to chatter slightly, goosebumps rising on their arms, they knew they made the right decision.

The Byer's house was usually an eight minute walk, the bus stop twelve, but in the dark with scary noises stalling them the walk ended up being twenty. When the wooden door came into view, and they walked up the step a breath of relief was puffed before they began knocking. The action hardly made a sound but Joyce was known to have "mom ears" that could hear anything even in a deep sleep.

"Hello." She whispered in an effort to not scare the timid Y/n who's cheeks were painted with tears. "Come in." Her hand landed on Y/n's back in a protective move, her head jutting out the door to look down the street expecting to see a car driving off, yet all she was met with was the silent and cold night. "Did you walk here?" Joyce's voice grew more frantic as she looked over the poor kid for any injuries, her hands meeting freezing skin.

Before Y/n could defend their case a warm blanket was wrapped around them and the name 'Hopper' was being yelled out around them. Joyce didn't leave Y/n's side as they continued to cry, every family member awoken from the commotion now in the livingroom with wide eyes.

"What's going one?" El asked as she slowly walked towards Y/n, her hand landing on their shoulder in a show of support.

"I'm not sure." Joyce voiced, her eyes meeting an even more confused hopper. "They walked here Jim, walked."

Hopper knew who Y/n was, Gareth had told him everything there was to know about them. Including the life they had at home, an aunt who only kept them around for the money the government offered. Y/n had to do everything on their own and pay for everything on their own, and for that reason the poor kid was on Hopper's radio. He vowed the first time he hear of some sort of altercation, commotion, or disruption from the house he would intervene. He just never expected them to show up on his doorstep.

"Call the Gareth," He said to will. "Get another blanket from the linen closet," He ordered Jonathan. "El why don't you see if we have a seepingbag downstairs." Each kid rushed off to do their tasks. "What's going on kid?" Hopper then turned his attention to a shivering Y/n.

"Sh- She said no," A sob broke through. "No more." They shook their head and tried their best to wipe their tears off their cheeks. "I can't go back." They pulled in a deep breath trying to calm themself down.

"It's okay sweetie." Joyce offered a lopsided smile, rubbing her hands up and down trying to warm them up. "We've got you."

"I'm going to head to the station to write up a few things then head over to get their stuff." Hopper's voice was direct but sympathetic, wishing he had done something sooner hating that this poor kid could have avoided the cold walk and most likely harsh talk back at their aunts house.

"M' stuff?" They cried again.

"Yeah kid, you're stuff." The jingle of his keys filled in the silence. "There's no way I'm letting you go back, I've seen the reports, I'm not failing you too." Y/n opened their mouth to say something but Hopper cut in before they could say anything. "Here kid, you'll stay here."

"Yay!" El chimed in as she carried in a huge bundle. "I've always wanted bunk beds!" The grin on her face was genuine.

Y/n was silent, though a huge smile was plastered on their face at the kindness these people were showing them. They hadn't ever felt like this before, so supported. Y/n assumed they would maybe get to sleepover for the night until their aunt caved and took them back, or they got sent away. Yet everyone around them was talking about them staying for forever it seemed.

"Are you hungry at all?" Joyce asked, Y/n shaking their head 'no'.

"He's here." Jonathan called from the front window, the distinct bright lights of Gareth's car showing through the curtains. "Hey man." He opened the door, the two of them talking quietly, no doubt Jonathan updating Gareth on the situation.

Gareth nodded before taking in the room, Y/n standing and still shivering, Joyce stressed, and the twins stuck with unknowing looks on their faces. "Hi bunny." Gareth whispered as he got closer to Y/n, Joyce taking a step back and giving the kids some space, her and Jonathan slipping into the kitchen to make a few calls. "Let's sit down." His hands landed on Y/n's shoulders as he led them to the couch, plopping himself down before Y/n sat next to him, his arm wrapping around them instantly, their head falling to his shoulder.

"'m good." They whispered. "Right? 'm a good kid?" Their voice wavered, silent tears slipping down their cheeks. "She said I was bad." They whispered even quieter.

Gareth placed his chin atop their head, pulling them in closer, El's eyes tearing up and Will fidgeting with his hands. "Yeah, Bunny, you're a good kid." He felt his own tears begin to build, the way Bunny looked and sounded making his heart crumble a little. Everyone around them kept trying to tear them down, kids at school, people at home, he knew he needed to protect them, and clearly this hug was his first step.

"Hopper said he'll get Y/n's things this afternoon, and he'll bring them back here." She smiled, her eyes locking on Y/n's. "You can stay here as long as you need sweetie." Her voice was soft and her eyes teary too. "We can get a bunkbed and some extra things and you can share a room with El or Will."

"Me." El cut in, clearly offended that Will would even have the possibility of a roommate. El's hand landed on Y/n's shoulder in a supportive way, a huge smile on her face. "Sleepovers are fun."

"I don' wan' t' bother anyone, I can go." Y/n went to stand up but El sat her back down.

"You'll be staying here, you're apart of the family now. You won't be on your own anymore." Jonathan cut in this time, his big brother mode activated. Both of his siblings had gone through hell, and he hated to see it. He wouldn't let Y/n's hell continue either, no matter what he had to do.

So at 4am Y/n sat on the couch as everyone around them worked to get things in order for the time being, pancakes placed on the dining table for everyone, and not once were they left alone or left out. They were excited to welcome this new normal, this new family.

[biggestsimponhere]

FANFIC WRITERS APPRECIATION POST 🥳🥳🥳

It’s me again, i said i was doing one every month and i meant it. (Hopefully this will spark some of you to make a post like this too). Same as before this will have what i read from them but many of them do make other amazingly good content so be sure to check that out. Also some writers may also be on the other posts (Theres three of them) (probably everyone from that post will be here again)

Hi! It’s me 😇 I’ve done this for like three months now i think, i don’t really remember 😭 I’ve come back to tell you that you are all amazing writers, you’re this apps backbone and we couldn’t do it without you!!! Reading fanfics is an escape for most of us or more accurately probably all of us. You guys are such such such good writers. I love coming on here to new content pretty much everyday. It means so much to me that you guys put time and effort into creating such beautiful stories. You’re all so good at writing. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I read a lot a lot so having fanfics to read especially with the thought and detail some of you put in it just so fun. Much love 🫶🏻. Most of us write for fun because it’s honestly amazing to put out fanfics for us and you all and it means so much when you show your support by commenting or re-blogging or doing both just so we all know you like our work!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCH KEEP DOING YOU!!! THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US OUR FANFICS!!! (Did i sneak myself in this post… yes, yes i did because i write for almost all of these characters if not all of them soon) (I do try to expand every characters writers with each post but sometimes i just don’t find anymore 😕)

PSA - If you would like me not to include you in these anymore please let me know cause i would understand if you don’t like being tagged in a post every month

Steve harrington- @luveline @justmeinadaze @forever-rogue @upsidedownwithsteve @erin-bo-berin @forevermoreharrington

Steddie x reader - @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint @justmeinadaze

Robin buckley x reader - @biggestsimponhere @ashwhowrites @robinsno1lesbian

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[agirlwholovesrockstars]

at the end of the day, I choose you

☆AGATHA'S MASTERLIST☆

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

summary : you got involved into a ridiculous case that Eddie falsely accused some kind of a "satanic cult" at school, people called him "freak" just because how he dress and listens to metal music, you didn't knew him very well but in the short amount of time you're with him, he is innocent and he is not exactly what they think about him, they would've loved him like the way you loved him

word count : not gonna make this long, I always keep my word 😩

warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, Eddie and reader are both 20, no use of y/n, Jason Carver appearance 🤮, I don't know if this is considered a warning but Eddie will face bullying, pure discrimination against him, and the townspeople will be just really mean to him, so yeah, expect this little bit soul crushing but you'll survive lol

what to expect : angst, drama, crime, thriller, suspense, romance and fluff at the near end! hehe 🤫

note to reader : I just had a thought of this, how about Eddie and reader will be at the court room without Vecna and the upside down exist? This is just an ultimate tear-jerker and romance films you've seen hahaha

author note : I just really hope you'll enjoy reading this one! 🥺🫶🏻

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You're not exactly close with Eddie

You don't know him very well, but you knew him of course

You love to watch him annoying those jocks at lunch time

more like..... jerks

But you shared classes together, interacted a bit, he seems nice

You didn't care about the social cliques and about your social status

All you wanted to do is to learn, graduate and hopefully you can get to find friends

and you did.....sort of?

It's very rare for you to vibe with someone has the same age as yours

Jonathan, Steve, Robin and Nancy are the only ones you befriended

They all seem very real to you and you're grateful to have them

But most of the time, you love to bond with Will

You enjoy his company and he is very dear to you

You treat him like your own brother

"How's California?" you ask Will while you're playing with the straw of your vanilla milkshake

He popped a fry on his mouth and he stops chewing "it's good" he lies, and then he swallowed

you moved your milkshake to the side and you lean down "I know when you lie, Byers"

He rolled his eyes as he pushed away his food

"Where do I even begin?" he starts "Me and El had a hard time to adjust in the new environment" he softly says with his eyes flickering with hesitation

You quickly noticed this so you said "You know can always talk to me, right?"

"Yeah" he sheepishly smiles

"Is there someone bothering the both of you?! I would gladly to punch them all so they won't bully you guys anymore!" You jokingly says and Will threw his head back in laughter

You smile at him while he calms back down from his laughter

"There are some mouthbreathers" he admits with a glint of affliction in his eyes

You nod "I completely understand how you feel, just don't mind those assholes" you scoff

He chuckles "I just wish people could be just more open-minded and not mean, you know?"

A smile grows on your lips "This is why you're my favorite in the group" you think to yourself

"I totally get that" you paused "when you try to socialize with people and it feels like they didn't want you, that's okay, just move on and mingle again, and if it has the same energy then it's good! there are more people that willingly to be your friend and much more deserving than those mouthbreathers" you say as you finish your vanilla milkshake

He continues to eat his fries while he listens to you

"Thanks" he beamed and this time you made his eyes light up and that warms your heart

"Don't mention it" you say and you wave at him dismissively

"Have you talked to Jonathan?"

He shook his head and avoids your eyes

He is troubling opening up to his big brother, when they grew apart, the time when he is going for college, but since Jonathan is also your friend and he is always has been vocal about how much he cares for his brother... you know, nothing has changed between the two of them

"He might not be able to reach out to talk to you, but, believe me, Will, he truly does care for you and he always talks about you"

"Really?" he says softly with a small smile

"Yeah, and don't ever, my god! don't ever think of a second thought that he won't be there for you"

He snorted yet again "It's so good to be back at Hawkins"

"You missed me, don't you?" You smirk

"Well, duh" you both laugh together

You grab your purse and you pick out your wallet and slam a $10 on the table "Now, come on, let's go home before Joyce might grounded you"

He chortled and stands up after you stood up and you ruffle his hair while you hug him walking towards to your car

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You're in the Hawkins High Library and you're headed towards to your next class

Until.... a boy with a varsity jacket pulled you in the corner where no else can see you

"Hey, there" it's fucking Jason Carver, you despise him

He kept hitting you up and he won't stop, you turned him down more than a million times already and you're getting exhausted of it

"What the hell, do you want, Carver?" You say bitterly with rage on your eyes, you had enough of him

"Oooh, feisty! still going on strong?" He says ignoring the way you're obviously not interested at him

You shake your head "Leave me the fuck alone!" You say in a whisper-shout and you push him

The action that you just did, angers him, he is so full of himself, thinking that all the girls want him but not you-

You would rather kill yourself than be with him

He grabs your wrist and tightens it, you try to rip it off but he won't let go

"Take your hands off at her" a serious tone coming from the other side of the room

You know that voice, you turn around and you saw Eddie

He menacingly laughs "What you gonna do about it, freak?"

Your face scrunched up of what he just called him, it's too distasteful to you

Sure, you're only classmates but come to think of it

He is more nicer than this douchebag, despite of him wearing the clothes that he's wearing that other people wouldn't approved

He made a death stare to Jason and he says sternly "I'm not going to ask you again, let.... her.... go"

He shoots a pointed look at the bully and he just looks at him up and down, he huffs

He looks back at you and he finally let go of your wrist and you wince at how hard he holds you

"You're not even worth it" Jason spews at you in frustration and you taken a back at his words and he walks away

giving Eddie a hard push at the side and he scoffed

"yeah, right, you bastard!" you shout at him

"What a dick" Eddie watches him leave and you walk past by him and he stops you by holding your hand gently

You halt your tracks as you look down where he holds you "Yes?" You ask

"Are you okay?" he says softly trying to make you look at him

"Yes, Eddie, I'm fine" you reassure him not looking into his eyes

Your eyes softens when he checks your wrist, when he runs his thumb around it, you flinched

He raises his brows at you and you click your tongue

"I'm alright, Eddie, it's just a bruise!" you shrug

"No- I'm taking you to the clinic" He says as he pulls you with him

He is much more respectful and a gentleman than most guys at the school

The fact he is a stranger.... he has much more kindness to those who claim themselves as the good person when in reality

They're the ones who have real bad intentions

Sometimes, people calling someone a "freak" have the purest hearts

after he took care of your wrist, he asks "Can I walk you to class?"

"Uh- yes, you may" you smile at him

He opens the door for you "after you" he gestures outside

You nod at him shyly

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"Hello?" a voice coming from the walkie-talkie on your bedside table is making you wake up from your sleep

You groan and you turn yourself on the side and you place a pillow on your ear but the noise is still clear as day

"Hey, I know you're awake! Pick it up!" His voice becomes more maddening

you sigh and you remove the pillow from your head and you sat up on the bed and pick up the walkie-talkie

"What is it?" You say trying not to sound crabby but Dustin always caught it and you rolled your eyes

"Have you seen, Eddie?" He asks, he sounds jumpy and it confuses you

You glanced over your wrist where Eddie took care of it and you blinked

"Uh- no, I haven't yet, why?" your eyes draw side by side something feels off

"Turn on your TV, right now" he says plainly

You furrow your brows but you did what he asked you to do

You slip off from your blanket and you walked towards to turn on the TV

You sit down on the edge of your bed

"Just In : A student from Hawkins High, female, aged 18, was found dead by unknown circumstances, Jason Carver claims that Eddie Munson is a crime suspect of this murder"

"What the fuck?"

"I know, It's bullshit" Dustin says over at the walkie-talkie

"You haven't heard from him ever since?" you say still looking at the television screen

"Nope, Nada, that's why I've been asking you for over an hour ago!"

Your face crumpled up "Why are you asking me this? You should've known where he is since two of you are friends, right?"

"I know the two of you aren't close but Lucas saw you and Eddie at the clinic yesterday"

Oh

"So I'm just guessing.... maybe... you knew something else before he got missing in action"

"No, uh- after the clinic, he walked me to class and I went home afterwards"

"Uh huh, okay, well, thanks for the info"

"Dustin"

"Yeah?"

You take a last look on the TV, this isn't right, he shouldn't be treated like this

"Can I help?"

"Oh- We don't have all day! I'll be at the Wheelers, I meet you there!" He exclaims

Not the response you expected but you get up and grab your purse and drove away

You sit back and watch all of the kids discussing about the situation

"I-it doesn't make any sense! Eddie might look scary but he would never do this" Mike paces back and forth

"Exactly, we all know that Eddie and Jason didn't get along together, but no matter how mean is Jason to him, he wouldn't lay a finger on that, man!" Lucas added

"I hope he is somewhere safe" Will says

"How can you be so sure that he didn't do it?" Max looks at Dustin in question

"You don't know him like I do, Max!" Dustin raises his voice and all of you got the attention

He glances at Lucas and he gives him a small smile as he took a deep breath

"High school can be tough, when Lucas made all of his sports friends, Mike and I we had no one" he paused

"No one except Eddie" he says as he sats down beside you and your gently rub his back

He looks at you with a light nod, he really wants to find his friend and you can tell he is worried for him

Max looks at Dustin with empathy on her eyes

"Listen, man, Jason" Lucas nervously swallows

All of you look at him in confusion

"He won't stop looking for him, he is blinded by his own rage, I-I ran away before they can get suspicious, but I guess I am also wanted too"

"What do you mean?" You ask him

"They knew that I was playing D&D and they saw the picture of us, The Hellfire Club, a-and I saw him burning it"

You, Mike, Dustin, Max and Will shared looks that are filled with disturbance

"I felt unsettled, the last thing that I heard from them, I think they're going to-" Lucas and the look in his eyes, you know what it is already

The tension in the room is dark and it feels like tying a knot into your stomach

"Oh, god" you cupped your mouth

"We need to look for him right now!" Dustin shouts

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"Will you stop making fun of me, Robs?" Steve grumbles while fixing the tapes in the front desk

She flashes out a smug smile "I just love to see your face turns bright red" she laughs

Steve gives Robin a look that says "I will annihilate you"

Robin raises both of shoulders with a soft "Fine" jumps out of the seat and picks up the other VHS tapes

Hopper and Jane enters inside the Family Video

Steve and Robin eyes both light up and Jane does the same

"Hi" she says shyly

"Good day" Hopper greets them

Steve nods to him and Robin "Good day to you too, chief!" with a dramatic salute and making Jane laugh

Robin exits the front desk and walks around towards to Jane

"What can I help you?" Robin excitement in her eyes glowing

Jane looks up to Hopper and says "You go ahead"

"I want a movie with fantasy and adventure" she says with a soft smile

"With a bit of romance?" She winks, of course, she knows that this is Mike's girl

She chuckles "Yeah"

Steve and Hopper watch them as they look over the Fantasy/Adventure section

"Is she always this excited to other kids?" Hopper asks

"Uh, I guess? I see her hanging around with the others but I think she likes Jane's company a lot more" Steve leans down on the counter with his hands locked together

Hopper grows a smile on his lips while he listens "I don't blame her, she radiates positive energy, you know"

Steve agrees "Yeah, she does" he ends it with a smile on his face

Two townspeople entered the premises

Steve immediately knows who they are, Mr. Ron Cunningham and Mr. Jake Carver

They headed on the side of the room

"You don't have to do this, Jake, you know it is not right" Ron trying to convince Jake about his plan

Ignoring his words by saying

"Thank god for my boy, Jason Carver, he is like the god's messenger, what he said about Eddie Munson? is a true vessel for Satan" he delusionally said

Steve overheard their conversation as he halts to what he was doing as he quietly says "What the fuck?"

He stole a glance from Hopper, only to find out that he also heard it

They both shared a knowing look as they continue pretending not to hear about anything

The two chatted with each other, the sound becomes clearer and clearer as they walks closer to the counter

"They even made a fucking cult, what is it called again?"

"Hellfire Club" Ron answers, he exasperated sighs

"my god, I wonder some of our children got brainwashed by that kid!" He exclaims

"Look, Jake, just because that boy, Eddie Munson likes to listen metal music or play D&D doesn't mean they love to sacrifice lives?!? HE IS JUST A KID!" Ron shouts at him

Ignoring him yet, again

"Rock Music is nothing more than satanic cyanide, I bet it hypnotizes you, just a little game? That's what they wanted you to think" Jake throws the VHS on the counter

Ron rolls his eyes at him as he places his tape on the counter

Robin and Jane, overheard it while they're waiting for their turn to pay for the VHS

Their faces dropped in such tension, all of them started to wonder, what will happen to Eddie?

They're not as close to Eddie, but all of them know that it is not right to punish someone who is clearly innocent

While they're paying for the VHS, Jake recognizes Steve

"Hey, you're a Harrington right?"

Steve raises his head with a serious look and glances over to Hopper before he could answer

"Yeah, I am"

"I heard you used to be like so popular back then like Jason but now" he looks up and down at Steve disgustedly

"You're one of those freaks as well"

"Like father and son, both of them are assholes" he thinks to himself

"My son outshined you, Steve"

"Yeah, well, at least I'm not falsely accusing someone" Steve bites back but Hopper gives him a look that says "Stop"

Before Jake can respond, Ron pulled him away, dragging him outside the exit

"Sorry about that, Steve" Ron shows a small smile

Even for a short second, Steve can already pick up, he can see in his eyes, the sadness and heartache

It's Chrissy, his daughter is the one who got brutally murdered

"We need to call Dustin right now!" Robin whisper-shout

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You manage to find Eddie by asking Gareth and Jeff, his safe place, the one place where he could be truly be himself

All of the gang reunited, on the search for Eddie

The house is empty with no lights are on

There is one however open, on the side of the house

The moment you opened the door

Eddie, jumps out of nowhere on Steve pins him against the wall with a broken glass bottle, startling all of you

"Eddie! It's me! It's Dustin! This is Steve!" Dustin shouts

"We're on your side" he emphasizes his point with his finger pointing to all of you and back to him "I swear on my mother!" Dustin exclaims

Even when it's dark, only flashlights that all of you using, you can see the fear in his eyes, he is terrified

"Eddie?" your soft voice eases out the tension from him

He looked back at you, seeing you standing there beside Dustin

He turns back at Steve again, with Dustin saying "Steve, would you drop the oar?"

It clatters and making Eddie bringing up the broken glass closer to him

"Eddie, please, we're with you"

He looks back at you again, he takes a double check, that it is real, he is not dreaming

It is really you

His gaze softens and as walks away from Steve

You gave him and Dustin, a moment together

Police car wails pass by the area, you saw while looking at the window

"Hey" Dustin speaks up behind you

"Yes?"

"He wants to talk to you"

You looked over to Dustin's shoulder, you see him sitting all alone outside fidgeting with his rings

"Don't worry, he's all good" Dustin says

"Okay" you pat him back and give him a small smile

You walk towards him slowly, you say "Hi" softly

He only nod in response, you sat down beside him

"What are you doing here?" He asks not looking at you, his eyes were on the soft waves of the water

"I- uh, I just wanted to help" you say while raise your one knee close to your chest

"Do you believe it?"

"No, I don't"

Now, this time, your eyes meet, he stares at you for a while and goes back to the water

You raise a plastic bag in front of him

He furrowed his brows together, he turn his head to face you and you smiled "it's for you"

You gave it to him and he picks out a bag of pretzels, his eyes goes wide and a six pack beer

"How did you know that these are my favorite?" He asks while holding up a bag of pretzels

You shrugged "I saw you all the time with it, especially at lunchtime"

He genuinely smiles that reaches to his ears

"Thank you, sweetheart" he says while opens the bag of pretzels and he grabs a handful and chomps on it

You chuckled lightly on his action, how in the world would people think he is dangerous?

The demon in question, is literally devouring pretzels cutely

You shook your head at the thought

"For the record, I didn't only helped, Dustin"

He stops chewing for a second while he looks at you closely

"I came because I want to help you"

He blinks and he swallows, he glances at your wrist the one he took care of yesterday, still covered with a bandage

You stand up "and I don't believe them"

"What do you believe?"

"You, I believe you" you say while you give a small squeeze from his shoulder

You smiled at him and you walk away

He laughs under his breath, he watches you and opens a can of beer

He takes a sip of it, feeling oddly tingles on his stomach and brain

He became infatuated for you

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A loud banging from the door, all of you woken up, you straighten yourself up

You saw the police cars outside, you saw Gareth and Jeff with Jason's goons

They looked.... beaten up

Your heart starts beating speedily, you look for Eddie, he is already staring at you, he is afraid

"Did anyone told where we are?!" Dustin with his eyes almost bulge out from his skull

"I didn't told a soul" you give a pointed look at Dustin

"Unless" Lucas says

"Unless, what?" Mike speaks up

"Someone is already watching in Gareth's place, before you came" Lucas gulped and all of you looked at each other with the same thought

"Hey, open up!" Officer Calvin Powell demands from the outside

"I'll handle this, kid" Hopper reassures Eddie sniffles and frozen in place

You walked towards to Eddie "You need to hide" you whispered to him

"No"

"What?!"

"I'm done hiding, I'm not running away again"

"But, Eddie, you've done nothing wrong"

"I-I know, I am not scared anymore because-" he paused tearing his eyes away from you in a moment

"You're here" his eyes roams around your features with a sad smile on his face

You sigh "Eddie- this isn't the time to be heroic-" he place a finger on your lips cutting you off, you knit your brows together

He holds both of your shoulders "you gave me hope"

Your eyes became glossy "Eddie, please, don't do this"

"It will be okay, we can get through with this" he says while he moves his hands up and down on your shoulder, raising one up to tuck your hair behind your ear

You stare at each other, smiling to one another

Before you know it, your little time together has cut off

Officer Callahan came into the scene "Eddie Munson on your knees, put your hands behind your head!"

You gasped and you frown at him, Eddie follows the instructions carefully

The protest from Dustin, Lucas, Will, Mike, Jane, Steve and Robin voices drawn out from your ear

It was loud at first until it feels all blurry to you

You can't even hear some of your friends begging not to arrest Eddie, your heart drops at the sight of him, cuffing his hands

He gave one last smile at you, "I'll see you again soon, sweetheart" he says

You hold his cheeks with sympathy on your eyes

You glanced over to Jason with infuriating look to him

He crossed both of his arms with a smug smile on his face

While heading towards the police car, Steve jogs to reach Eddie

"Hey, man, look, I know a lawyer that can help you" he points to himself and the group

"We will help you"

Eddie only chuckles "Thanks, dude, you don't need to do that, Harrington"

"Please, let us help you, Eddie" Steve sighs

Before he can respond, he heard his uncle's car arrived

He gets out of the car, just to see his nephew with cuffs on

He ran towards to him only to be stopped by other police officers

"No! What are you doing?!- Stop this! My boy is innocent!" His voice cracks up and Eddie ducks his head down, he doesn't want to see his uncle distressed

Your heart crushed into pieces when you heard his uncle cried out for his nephew

You sharply inhale and you close your eyes, if Eddie says it will be okay

Then you'll just have to trust him and have faith

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Steve did kept his word for him, he found a perfect lawyer

The case goes on and on for days and weeks

The real suspect is still at large and people are just wasting their time on the wrong guy

There's got to be way to end this

You had an conversation with Chrissy's father over at diner, you thought he'll be fuming at you since the whole town is clearly.....

Hate everyone who is friends with the town freak

People seriously need to wake up

You had a couple of death threat's and it feels like the whole world is against you and your friends

Ron Cunningham stopped being friends with Jake, he had enough of his behavior

He is sick as fuck like his own son

"Of course, I was mad, but it isn't right to be violently revenge on someone who is innocent" he says while he takes a sip of his coffee

"Yes, you can be angry, you have the right to be angry of losing your loved one but I just-" he shakes his head

"It's wicked to do something like that, ending someone's life when there's like no proof at all?!?" he laughs in disbelief

You stare at him directly while listening to him "How are you so certain of this?"

He clears his throat "My daughter once told me, Eddie helped her while she's having hard time with herself, mentally and physically"

You nod and he added "She doesn't open up to me a lot but I know my daughter, I knew that fucker, Jason wasn't good for my little girl but..... she loves him so much i couldn't bear to see her like that so i let her"

"Wait- do Jason, knew about this?"

"About her personal problems?"

"Not that I'm aware of"

"Can you testify for tomorrow?"

He quickly averted his eyes from you while he looks out at the window "I-I can't"

"Why not?"

He remains silent until you know the reason why he hesitated, he is petrified of the Carver's

"You could bring justice to your own daughter, Ron and you could also do the same for Eddie"

You lean in closer "I-I know im not in the exact same world with Chrissy but I interacted with her before, she is an angel such a sweet soul"

His eyes became misty and sniffles, showing you a sad smile

"It is unacceptable to ruin someone's life, only to find out a few years later, they realized that Eddie has done nothing wrong"

"Jason and Jake are just people who need guidance for their wrong point of view at beliefs about everything" you pressed your lips together

"Whoever that person is still out there, everyone life's are in danger because they focused on the wrong person" you place a one dollar bill on the table

You stood up before you leave "I hope I'll see you in the court room, Ron"

Your words made him think deeply, he despises the Carver's, they will get karma from what they've done

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While at the courtroom, you twiddle with your thumbs, anxiously or wishes a miracle would happen

"Did you get to talk with Ron?" Steve asks, scoots closer to you

"Yeah, but"

"Oh no, it went wrong didn't it?"

"No, from what I just said last night, I think I pulled a string from him"

"So, where is he then?"

"I just don't know if he'll come around"

"He is a Cunningham, those people won't let you down"

"How can you be so sure?"

"Him and my father, we're pals back then" his eyes searches for Ron but no sign of him

"Oh" you raise your brows

Eddie steals a chance to glance at you everytime he can, he thought after you found him you'll stop but there you are again

Present at all times, helping him yet again

It's unbelievable to him that someone like you are devoted to get him out of here

"Again for the last time, did you bring someone to testify?!" The judge is impatiently waiting for the 2nd consideration

If Eddie's lawyer asked for more 5 minutes, the judge will dismiss this case and declaring that he is guilty

You and Steve panicked, both don't know what to do

Until....

"They did" Ron enters the courtroom heading towards on the side

You and Steve both sigh of relief, Ron glances at you and you smiled

Mouthing a "Thank you" to him

The courtroom with him is going well, until it's shit again

is Ron Cunningham isn't enough evidence?

"I'm sorry, guys, I think we're almost there, we just need to keep trying" Ron reassures all of you

"There's definitely something's fishy in this case" Hopper agrees

"It's corruption" Lucas added

"They're fucking stalling if you asked me" Dustin scoffed

"I hope the bad guy will face conscience to what mess he just did" Will shoves his face into his hands

"I smell bribery in that place" Mike frustratingly groans

"It's a room full with liars" Jane huffs

"Jane, you're a genius!" your voice was so loud to make all of their attention goes to you

Wayne smirks and you too making them more confused than as ever

"I am?" Jane points to herself, puzzled at the situation

"My boy, Eddie never lies" Wayne says

"We need a proof that is so strong that they just can't turn it down, I gurantee tomorrow is our lucky day" you say while you whispered into Robin's ear

You told them about your plan and it is excellent idea

Robin goes back to the room saying "I called the two of our allies, they're game for tomorrow"

"Great, let's just sit tight and wait for the magic begins" you chuckled

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It's the last court day

Eddie is aware of it, he is nervous as hell

You sneak up from behind, startling him, you say "sorry" softly

"It's going to be okay" you say while holding his hand, you echoed the one he told you before

Eddie looks into your eyes and all he can see is filled with bravery and confidence

He is taken a back from it "I admire all of this, sweetheart"

You smile at him making him genuinely smile at you again, you're missing this

He always asks for you to hold your hand before the case begins, it helps with his anxiety

The judge came in saying "I think it's time for the jury to-"

"Not so fast, there's one more thing left to discuss" Nancy holds up one of the folders

"Justice for Eddie!" Jonathan yells making your side of the room cheered

Eddie's lawyer tackles the mysterious folder that is given to him

He catches up to what this means already

"It seems like the paperwork that I have right here with me proves that my client is truely innocent" he starts

30 or 40 students from Hawkins High, boys and girls told the whole court that they we're bullied and harassed by Jason Carver

One student claims that he gets away with anything, stating that he never holds accountable for what he has done

Jason slumps down from his seat, his father is now pissed off at him

Jason looks at you across the room, staring daggers at you, while you just flip him off

"Eat your own medicine" you mouth to him

This commotion earned a look from the judge, the jury and some of the townspeople in the room

"Can I testify?" You get up on your feet, all of your friends turn at you shockingly

Eddie with his lips apart at your voice, you can feel his eyes on you

"You go ahead, young lady" the judge proceeds

"I admit that I don't know Eddie personally, but a few small interactions with him, he is far more different guys that I met, I felt safe whenever I'm around him, I guess Chrissy might felt the same as I did" you took a deep breath

"Eddie might look scary to some of you, but he only did that just to protect himself" your eyes meet Eddie's

You look over at the jury "Can you imagine the life of being an outcast? Bullied most of your life, of course, you need to look tough so that people will leave you alone" you holding back the tears from your eyes

"About the music, most of us, rely on that, is what keeps us going, you don't know maybe it inspires us, it helps us to whatever we're going through"

"Open your eyes and look hard enough, think deeper, be more emotionally available to your children, just listen and try to understand"

One of the jury asks "Are you saying that you trust Eddie?"

You quickly wiped a tear that escapes from your eye "Yes, I trust him"

You turn around to look at the judge "People at my school called him names "Freak" "Weirdo" and "Loser" you laugh incredulously

"Sometimes people who are seem odd to you maybe the one who saved most of your children lives"

Another one from the jury speaks up "I'm not following this"

"He gathered a group who doesn't find their place in the school's environment, he never left anyone out"

Another group of students just barge in inside (this wasn't part of your plan and it shocks you)

Claiming that Eddie Munson, helped them

You, Eddie and your friends light up at the scenario

Eddie became teary eyed, even he's a little bit far away from you, you can see his hand shaking

"I rest my case" you say as you go back from the seat with your friends

You placed a hand on Eddie's shoulder and he pats it with a grateful smile

Everyone is appalled and began rethinking decisions since the proof felt so real to all of them

"I may have come to the conclusion, a review of the alleged falsely accused crime of murder, Eddie Munson, who you people believe is a devil worshipper, when there's people out there have bad intentions, but for my observation, these people right here,"

The judge points to all of you, you feel frightened and your heart starts racing

"Spoke the truth and they indeed preach and fight for what is right, so therefore, I pledge NOT GUILTY of all the charges" he finishes with the bang of the gavel

All of you screamed in victorious mood

Dustin jumped, Steve starts whooping, Robin whistles, Mike, Lucas, Gareth and Jeff give themselves a high five, Jane and Max both said "Oh my god" at the same time, Will hugged you completely overjoyed at the success

Nancy and Jonathan salutes to you with a wink and you laugh

Hopper watches all of you, he smiles in content

"Those kids never stopped believing do they?" Ron laughs in a cheerful way

"They're not giving up that's for sure" Hopper says as he shoves his hands down on his pockets

You saw Wayne embraced Eddie, and both of them cried in such happiness, your felt your heart warmth with jubilant

You let yourself enjoy of this blissful moment

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It's been 2 months since the case happened

The suspect finally turn himself in the Hawkins Police, after the case was finished, he is ashamed for what happened to Eddie, he is now put behind bars, Ron Cunningham avenged his daughter, he can feel that Chrissy is smiling down at him

Justice was served on both sides

Eddie is much more open and felt welcomed than before

He also noticed that there's an improvement after the impact that he has done

It felt good to him, felt safe and sound, the school takes bullies very seriously now

No more social cliques, no more who's popular and who is not

The hatred is gone, Eddie never felt this alive since he never knew this could happen in his life

You and your friends hang out a lot, all of you got more closer together and more caring to one another

Meanwhile, at Steve's place having a movie night, with foods and drinks for everyone

"Hey" a voice from your beloved person

"Oh! Eddie!" You didn't think twice of hugging him and he melts easily at your touch

"Can I have a word for you?" He asks in a serious tone and you got intimidated

"Uh, sure, Ed's" you beamed at him

You're in Steve's backyard and he closes the door

The gloomy breeze hits your exposed shoulders, Eddie noticed this he gets out of his jacket and offers it to you

Before you can say no, he give you a warning look and you chortled

The warmth tender that gives you from his jacket, you felt bubbly all over

"What's up, Eddie?"

"I've been meaning to ask you" his voice sounds shaky and you find his doe eyes cute

He wastes no time and he just blurted it out

"Can I ask you on a date?" He sheepishly smiles

Words got caught up on your throat but you recovered, you didn't expected this

"I would love to go out with you" you smile widely

He blinks rapidly "You do?" he grins

"Yes" you nod aggressively and it made him laugh

"You're so unreal"

"Why?"

"I've never knew that I will have the girl that I always wanted"

Your eyes sparks with adoration "I will always be your girl, Eddie"

He places his hand over his chest "Well, shit my darling, I think you got me all over the floor now"

You giggled "I have something to tell you too"

He nods motioning you to continue

"I-I think I've fallen in love with you, ever since the day at the clinic"

His eyes almost popped out of his skull

"How about now?" He says softly while reaches down to holds your hand and runs his thumbs over your knuckles

"I love you" you confessed

"Really?"

"I really do"

"There's no one else?" He looked down, he tries not to look into your eyes

You frown, you cupped his cheek to make him meet your gaze

"Eddie, why would I do that? when you captured my heart in the first place"

He chuckles, he places his hands over your shoulders, you blushed

"Sweetheart, I love you so much, you're so good to me, you're amazing and the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me, you never had a thought of giving up to me, you believe in me when no else did, you cared for me even when your life is endangered, you willing to do anything just to save me, I'm so blessed having you in my life, I am truly indebted to you" he leans in closer

You gasped, you never been this close to him before

"Thank you for everything, I wouldn't be here without you" he does the same thing, he tucks your hair behind your ear

"For all the problems, liars and dirty cheats of the world at the end of the day, I choose you"

"And we will get through all of it like we always do" he says

You make a quick kiss on his lips and he flustered by your action but he smirks

"You call that a kiss?" He raises a brow

You acted all coy and until he pulled in closer for a real kiss

He gave you a kiss like no other, it's electricfying and pure love

You both smile in the kiss fondly, he savors and treasures this moment

Having you in his arms and hugging each other

You know, you'll be okay for the rest of your life as long as you have him on your side

You got nothing else to worry about....

♡

[cosmal]

BUTTERCUP — send me a lyric prompt + a character and i’ll write a blurb. fluff smut or angst.

"i wasted so much time on people who reminded me of you" with remus or steve? 🫶🏽

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 — 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

summary — steve doesn’t know how to respond when you tell him you love him. you ignore him for a month.

warnings/tags — fem!reader, she/her pronouns, sad!reader, angst, happy ending

wc — 1.4k

Steve, in his stupid mind, really didn’t think you’d care that much if you saw him off in the corner of the party, dancing with a girl he couldn’t even remember the name of. He didn’t even know you’d be there.

But, jesus fucking christ, did the look on your face as you turned to leave the room not break his heart in two.

You’re but a blur as you exit out onto the street, past drunken strangers and designated drivers. Steve feels dizzy running this fast, but he’s determined to reach you before you slip away.

“Y/N!” he calls, tripping on red cups and ping pong balls. “Y/N, wait! I need to talk to you!” Steve has never sounded this desperate in his life, not even that one time at the Byer’s house when he needed to see Nancy.

He doesn’t care one bit. He’s desperate to talk to you.

He’s sure the shock is written all over his face when you actually do stop and turn to look at him. He doesn’t even notice it at first and almost slams right into you. The heel of your sneaker slips backwards off the kerb and Steve has to reach out to grab your elbow to stop you from falling onto your back.

The time he has to stop you from falling is quick. Though the time it takes you to pull his arm off you is quicker.

The first thing he notices now the sun has gone down is how cold it’s gotten. The night air bites at his bare skin and his cheeks almost immediately flush with heat to beat the temperature. The second thing he notices is how you’ve got to be freezing. You’ve clearly forgotten your jacket like always and Steve knows the exact answer he’d get if he went to offer his own.

Probably something like, I’m not cold, Steve. Or, I’ll be fine.

You’re both panting in tandem, chests heaving through puffs of cold fog that exasperate past your lips. Your arms come up to shield yourself. Steve wishes they were his own. He also hopes it’s because you’re cold, not because he’s chased you out onto the street.

“Where have you been?” When Steve had been imagining all the things he’d say the next time he saw you, that’s the worst of them.

“Where have I been?” you snort. You clearly think it’s stupid too.

“You’ve been gone for an entire month.” Steve doesn’t mean to sound so overbearing, but it has been 29 whole days since he’s seen you last. Since he made you cry and you stormed out of his house. The sound of your sobs as you slammed his front door are still seared into his brain.

“Steve, I have something to tell you,” you’d said. He’d never seen you so nervous in his life. And he’d seen you tell your Dad you crashed his car.

“Shoot,” he’d replied. Smiled like always. “Can’t be that bad.”

You’d winced. “You have to promise that you’ll still love me. That we’ll still be friends.”

Steve’s smile had then faded. “Okay, you’re scaring me.”

“Sorry, Steve. Just really wasn’t up to seeing you.” Your voice is bitter and stings more than the wind.

The gravel of the road crunches under your shoes and Steve wants to tell you to get off the road. But he was the one who chased you out here anyways, so you’d definitely just get mad.

“Why?”

Your bitter smile only worsens and Steve feels so stupid he has to bite his tongue and slam his eyes shut.

“Why? Steve if you chased me out here to be fucking cruel, I don’t want to hear it.” He opens his eyes and watches as your frown deepens. Then, your voice grows quiet, “I don’t think I could handle it.”

“I have feelings for you, Steve.” When Steve hadn’t said anything like you hadn’t expected him to, you freaked out. “I’m sorry. I really am. I’ve been trying to figure all this out for the past few weeks and I can't. I thought it was just some weird phase or something. But- but I do really like you and if I’ve ruined everything, then…”

Your panic only worsened when Steve still said nothing. His face was void of anything and your eyes brimmed with hot tears, “…I’m sorry.”

Clearly when you panic, you ramble. When Steve panics, he can’t force a single word past his lips. He wished he had Robin’s ability to overshare in that moment.

“I want to explain some things to you,” he swallows and raises a hand to scratch too roughly at his cheek. Palming over his light stubble and down his neck.

“I think I understand everything pretty clearly. I don’t need you to rub salt into my wound.” You scratch at your own arms and Steve wants to reach out to stop you.

“No, I want to apologise.”

“There’s nothing to apologise for.”

“No, I panicked when you told me everything last month.” It’s not a strong start but you wait patiently for him to finish, “I was a coward and I didn’t know what to say.”

You raise your head to gesture towards the house, “You seemed pretty happy in there, Steve. Don’t act like you're worse off without me.”

Steve’s eyes widen, “Who, her?” He blinks slowly, “She was no one, she was just…”

“Just what, Steve?”

The space between you only grows and Steve thinks you genuinely don’t understand it. He’s determined not to stuff up again.

His shoulders slump forward, “I don’t know. I thought I genuinely messed up with you. I didn’t say anything to you that afternoon and I thought you’d never want to see me again. I know I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

Steve watches the moonlight shine against your eyes when they fill with tears. He doesn’t see them stopping when he says, “I thought I could get over you through other people.”

“And you just thought that was it? That’s all it took for you to give up? You spent the entire month with other people and you didn't even come to explain anything to me?” Your tears have now breached your eyelids and roll down the hills of your cheeks. You don’t move to wipe them away where they pool at your chin and splash onto your shirt.

“I know. I’ve really fucked up.” He turns his head to face the gravel when he murmurs and you struggle to hear him over your sniffles and gasps. “I wasted too much time with people who weren’t you.”

You almost hold your breath to keep the worst of your tears at bay, though it only has your head pounding. “Was that all you wanted to tell me?” you sniffle.

Steve catches your gaze and you both stop, “No.” He shakes his head. “No. I wanted to tell you I feel the same way.”

You blink and more tears roll down your face.Over your trembling lips where you lick them away. “What?”

“I like you too. Lots. It’s ridiculous.” he wants to smile but it feels like an injustice to your upset face.

You shake your head, “Don’t. Don’t lie to me just because I’m crying.”

He steps forward and he thinks if you weren’t so close to the road you’d step back to miss him. “I’m not. I’d never lie to you. Ever.”

“Really?” you sniffle. You want to sound less upset but you just sound pathetic. Steve wants to kiss you silly. Like he always does.

“Always have.”

Your hands flex at your side and he reaches out to grab one. It’s cold and almost stings against the palm of his hand. You surprisingly let him take it and then let him pull you into his side. Not too close that you’d be uncomfortable, just so your shoulders touch.

“So, you really do like me as well?” you ask,hopefully. Nudging the rubber of your shoe into his sneaker. You feel too sheepish, like you weren’t bubbling with anger only five minutes ago.

“Yes.” He squeezes your hand so hard he almost forgets his own strength. “I do. So, so much. And I’m sorry that I put you through all that just because I got scared.”

You shake your head until your hair falls over your face. “Can you just take me home? We can talk tomorrow.”

He smiles too brightly, “Yeah. F’course.”

“You can buy me food as well.” you chide, “Benny’s.”

“I’ll buy you the entire diner if you want.”