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Chapter 1: The Angel Here to Protect Me

Some Chaotic Good series

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Angel! Reader

Word Count: 2,057 words

Warnings: Angst, mental institution, mentions of bruised injury, slight conversation about Claudia.

A/N: This has been a long time coming. I wrote the first part of this series about two years ago. If you want to read that first here's the Forgotten Moments Masterlist. I will include a tag list for this series and I'll add anyone who wants to be on it. I also included the people who asked to be put on the list of the previous series in this one and if they don't want to be included in this one, just let me know.

Story:

“I’m an angel?” You sighed, confusion written across your features. “How does that even work?”

“We’ve been trying to figure that out,” Scott admitted, glancing over his shoulder toward his friend who was still passed out. “From all of the things we’ve seen you do to everything else, we think you might be able to do.” 

“Is this why you weren’t entirely shocked by my dream?”

Scott offered you a chuckle, glancing up at you. “Yeah, I had an idea that you had fallen, I just didn’t know you had been having dreams about it.”

“I obviously didn’t know what it meant,” You admitted. “It all felt almost too vivid though to be my imagination. I don’t think I could’ve ever come up with that on my own.”

“Scott,” Deacon called the alpha over who lightly patted your arm before walking toward the front door to talk with his boss.

Your gaze fell to your hands, allowing your thoughts to consume you. How much did you not know about yourself? What have you repressed? What has shown back up in clips while you sleep?

You weren’t subjected to suffering in the silence for long though when you softly heard your name called out from behind you. 

Glancing over your shoulder, you were able to see Stiles awake again. You shifted a few steps closer, wanting to keep some distance between the two of you though.

“How long have you been conscious?”

“Long enough,” Stiles answered honestly. “Heard most of your conversation with Scottie.”

“Why didn’t you tell me when you knew Stiles?” You asked softly.

“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully, staring up at the ceiling of the veterinary hospital, the fluorescent lights holding his attention. “I wanted to be sure that I was right. Then when I saw you fight those Oni basically with light, nothing else fit.”

You nervously fidgeted with contemplation, not sure if you should bring up more strenuous topics in that moment. Your attention instead focused on a pencil resting on Dr. Deaton’s desk. You narrowed your eyes at the inanimate object, wanting to move the item even if that wasn’t one of your Angel things.

Stiles swallowed nervously, clearing his throat to bring your attention solely onto him.

“I’ll be away for some time,” Stiles nervously offered.

You responded with silence, wrinkling your forehead in confusion and hoping that he would continue. He sat up to look at you, a faint grin ghosting his lips at the cute expression painted on your face.

“I probably should check myself into a mental asylum… Echo House. It’s the only place I’ll be able to go where I can’t hurt people. Where I can’t hurt you.”

“I guess I can understand that,” You nodded slowly, processing the words but not wanting to believe them. “But what about your safety?”

“I need you to remember something,” Stiles continued, ignoring your question altogether. He reached toward you to pull you toward him. He was delicate, his fingertips brushing over your skin unlike they had before. “It’s going to be difficult, but I want you to continue exploring your abilities. I know I didn’t tell you but… I do have a folder on my laptop for you that’s filled with research.”

You nodded, slowly relaxing in the boy’s presence that you had grown familiar with.

Stiles continued, “There will be days where you might lose control or might want to let all of your powers fizzle away. I need you to remember that those powers are what make you you. And I think you are the angel sent here to protect us. You just don’t know it yet.”

“But what if I can’t do everything that you found?” Your question whispered past your lips as you stared into the sincere (hazel) eyes across from you.

“Believe in yourself because you know I believe in you,” Stiles responded quickly to try and push your doubt away. He placed his hand on your face, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek. “Y/N, you are my celestial being. Even if I’m not myself the next time you run into me. Please, remember that.”

You nervously swallowed, nodding your head slowly, “Does that mean we’re together?”

Stiles smiled his usual contagious smile, his eyes sharing the same gleam that washed a level of reassurance over you. You were unable to see the monster he had briefly become like Deacon had told you would happen.

“I think girlfriend is a pretty good nickname,” Stiles joked, pulling a quick laugh from you. “I do prefer Celestial Being though.”

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You stood behind both Stiles and his dad as they stared up at the giant gate that enclosed the asylum, mainly to keep people inside. Stiles shifted his gaze back to his dad’s before it fell onto your face, reading the obvious look of worry. All three of you moved your attention to the motorcycle that pulled to a stop close to you.

Scott quickly got off his bike and approached the group, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because we wanted to avoid something like this,” Sheriff Stilinski answered.

“It’s only 72 hours,” Stiles tried reassuring his best friend.

“This is the same place where Barrow came from,” Scott defended, glancing up at the name in barred iron. “The guy who had a tumor inside him filled with flies. You don’t know everything yet.”

“I know enough,” Stiles’s dad interjected. “Notgitsunes, Kitsunes, Oni, or whatever they’re called.”

“Wow, that was actually all surprisingly correct,” Stiles muttered, glancing back at you, slightly nervous because of how silent you’ve been.

“Scott, I saw an MRI that looked exactly like my wife’s,” Stiles’s dad said, sparing you a quick glance before focusing on Scott. “And it terrifies me. I’m headed down to LA tomorrow to talk to a specialist.”

It was your turn to look up at Stiles with concern, noticing his gaze shifting down toward the ground.

“Then, why are you putting him in here?” Scott asked.

“He’s not. It was my decision,” Stiles spoke up, lifting his head again.

“Stiles, I can’t help you if you’re in here.”

“And I can’t hurt you,” Stiles said, his voice breaking. “Or anyone.”

“Deaton’s got some ideas. Argent’s calling people. We’re gonna find something. And if we can’t…” Scott tried to defend his side, his thought processes pausing though.

“If you can’t,” Stiles quickly interjected, dropping his voice to try to keep his words a secret but you could hear his next sentence. “If you can’t, then you have to do something for me, okay? Make sure I never get out… And make sure Y/N is safe, please.”

“Come on,” Stiles’s dad said, trying to get his son’s decision over with, even if he didn’t agree with it.

“Wait Stiles,” you muttered, breaking your silence. You reached out to grab his hand, pausing his movement toward the gate of the asylum.

He looked back at you, squeezing your hand slightly as his fingers wrapped in between yours. You swallowed, trying to keep the tears away. You pulled in a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down but the breath still came out shakily as you stared at Stiles’s face.

A soft smile fell onto his lips and he gently placed his hand on the side of your face, gazing into your confused eyes.

“What am I supposed to do?” You asked softly, not being able to hide the tears anymore.

Stiles stared at your face, his gaze shifting to the light bruises around your neck that appeared that morning, knowing he caused them. His thumb delicately breezed across your cheek.

“You know what you are now,” Stiles muttered. “I think you should start figuring it all out. Everything you are able to do because I want to know about all of your abilities when I’m out of here.” Stiles shifted even closer to you, smiling down brightly to try and reassure you. “I also want you to be able to kick Scott’s ass. He could be knocked down a few pegs.”

You could only nod with a soft chuckle. He was the man you had met like it was yesterday and the one you had already fallen for. Your eyes remained on Stiles. He moved even closer, his lips finding their way to yours. Your hands fell to his forearms, not wanting the moment to pass. But it did, and your grip tightened on his arms knowing that he would walk away from you soon.

“Don’t get hurt while I’m away,” Stiles whispered.

“You better not either,” You replied. “Please.”

Before Stiles moved away from you, he left one last kiss, breezing his lips against your forehead. You then stood outside the gate, watching him walk into the towering building with his dad.

Despite the offer from Scott to drive you home, you politely declined wanting to wait for the dad who would likely be distressed when he had to leave his son behind.

“Do you want to stay?” Sheriff Stilinski asked as he backed the vehicle up to start driving away from the asylum. “Instead of going back to your foster home, you can stay over if you’d like.”

“Would you like me to stay so you aren’t alone at home?” You asked with a soft smile.

The dad next to you just shook his head with a shaky exhale. “Saw right through that one. But yes, I’d prefer it if my house wasn’t empty.”

“Yeah, yeah… I’ll stay,” You answered. “I gladly will.”

After stopping by your home to pack a quick overnight bag, Sheriff Stilinski drove the two of you to the familiar small house. You slowly walked into the building behind the sheriff. 

"Make yourself at home,” he sighed. “You can sleep on the couch, in Stiles’ room, on the floor. I’ll just let you do your thing.”

“Perfect. Thank you,” you said before taking in the space a little more than before. You found yourself transfixed on the photos in front of you in the dining room, staring at the framed family of three. You hadn’t noticed it before when you came last time, and your heart beat harder in her chest, being more familiar with the woman in the photo now.

“How did you know my wife?” Noah asked softly when he realized what stole your attention.

You didn’t respond, thinking it through. It felt like you had an epiphany days ago when you were told what you were. Even more memories had come out of the dark, mainly in the form of dreams, but they were still jumbled and difficult to sort through. “I think… I answered her prayers.”

Noah froze, almost unsure of what else he could say, “What?”

“She never asked for anything other than love and protection for her family,” You continued, hearing her soft words echo in your head. “She never prayed for her own health to return. When it was silent, she prayed for her husband and son to have nothing but safety and devotion.”

Noah couldn’t stop the tears from falling as he suddenly pulled you into a tight hug that you quickly returned. Remembering the woman’s prayers pushed a twinge of pain through your heart, she only asked for her family’s safety. You’ve been here for xx months and couldn’t even do that.

You lightly patted the sheriff’s back before he moved away from the hug, quickly brushing his tears away, “Thank you for willingly coming to stay here. Stiles usually makes such a ruckus, it would be too noticeable being here without someone else.”

“Of course,” You quickly sighed before the Sheriff called it a night and headed to his room, likely exhausted from the emotional day.

You stepped into the room that Stiles calls his own. After pushing the door closed, you stood in the middle for a few seconds, staring around the space that you had already grown used to.

It felt odd though, seeing the room empty, not having its usual resident in it. Dropping your bag onto the ground by his desk, you moved to the bed, dropping into it to be surrounded by Stiles through a number of your senses. You let out a slow breath, pushing your tears away, and laying down at the edge of his bed. 

There, you waited for sleep to consume you.

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Some Chaotic Good

Stiles Stilinski Series

Synopsis: After finally being told what you were, you couldn't dwell on it for very long. With a number of issues now plaguing the pack, you were thrown into the challenge of fighting an evil spirit wearing the face of the man you had fallen in love with.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Angel!Reader

Fic Style: Series

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, injuries, blood, mental well-being... (will add more as the series develops)

Updates: Not sure yet

A/N: After about two years, I've finally found my way back to this series. This is the second part series of Forgotten Moments. I'm putting the series together and I hope to get it rounded out enough to consistently updated this series but we'll see how much I can get done with work.

I also added the tag list from the last series, but if anyone wants to be put on or taken off just let me know and I'll make those adjustments.

Chapters:

Chapter 1: The Angel Here to Protect Me

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For Forever

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Hufflepuff! Best friend! Reader (small hints of George Weasley x reader & Cedric x Cho, but not the focus)

Warnings: Fluff, friendship throughout the years, angst, quidditch injuries, broken arms, death at the end (I'm sorry)

Word Count: 4,102 words

A/N: Inspired by For Forever from Dear Evan Hansen. I don't know how I got this idea, but it happened to come while I was listening to this song, and just wanted to write something like this. I don't mention it below but you are in the year between Cedric and the Golden Trio, and the years listed follow your year, making it so the Goblet of Fire ends up being your fifth year.

Summary: Being muggle born, you were nervous about starting at Hogwarts, unsure of how well you’ll be able to make friends. On your first day, you met the person who would be your closest friend, the guy that basically becomes a brother. Your relationship only grows through the years and through quidditch, talks and even a ball. The friendship just didn’t come to an end the way you would’ve expected.

Story:

First year

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

The table of students clad in yellow and black ties cheered loudly as you took the sorting hat off your head and delicately placed it back on the stool, once getting down. You quickly moved to the table you were sorted into, finding an empty spot while students still clapped for you.

You smiled at the person next to you who smiled back before his attention moved back to the sorting, which brought your attention back to the other students who found their place in the four different houses.

The guy that you shared a smile with before extended his hand which you quickly shook to formally meet.

“My name’s Cedric,” He introduced himself before putting a few items on his plate.

You nervously followed in suit, picking out some food that you’ve always enjoyed.

“I’m Y/N,” You returned, earning another smile from the other student.

“I know. It was announced before you were sorted.” Both of you shared a quick laugh, his bright gray eyes reflecting the joy in them. He continued though, “I’m sure this means we’re friends now. I’m a second year student, so I’ll be around for a while.”

“Well, that’s good, cause I don’t know anyone.”

“Muggle born?”

“What?” You quickly asked, your forehead creasing at his question.

He chuckled again, “You basically just answered my question but I’m guessing that your parents can’t do magic.”

“No, they can’t,” You answered. “So they were shocked to find that this was actually a real school and that I apparently had these abilities.”

“I’m excited to see what you do then,” Cedric admitted, lightly nudging your side. “Muggle-borns seem to have an aptitude for this stuff.”

“That doesn’t make me nervous at all,” You muttered, smiling at the guy next to you.

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“Can you believe that you’re already almost done with your first year?” Cedric asked, splashing a little bit of the water that his feet were in, sitting at the end of the dock at the great lake. You were settled next to him with your feet dipped into the water as well, your shoes sitting next to you with your socks in them.

“It’s all still a little crazy, honestly,” You admitted, taking a deep breath in when you felt the breeze against your face. “Like… I’m a witch.”

“Ah! What a world! What a world!” Cedric commented, pulling a laugh from you.

“You’re welcome for that.”

Cedric laughed as you pushed his side slightly while shaking your head. He then spoke up, “I just can’t believe you get along with people like the Weasley twins.”

“I’m a people pleaser, everyone naturally likes me because I have a hard time saying no,” Mackenzie quickly defended. “I just can’t wait for next year when I can try out for the quidditch team.”

“You’ll have to get a spot,” Cedric pointed out.

“Well, maybe I’ll just take yours.”

Cedric laughed again before lightly splashing your legs with some water.

Second year

It wasn’t as long of a break from seeing your friend as you thought it was going to be. He ended up visiting that summer and it was quickly decided to go get some ice cream at a shop near your house with your family.

“This is a lot of fun,” Cedric commented, enjoying his ice cream as the group started walking back home in the summer heat. “Thank you for letting me come over and your family is really nice.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it!” You quickly replied, beaming up at your friend. “It seems like my parents like you decently well too.”

“Well, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” Cedric admitted.

“Me too,” you muttered.

That’s when your mom called out to your two, causing both to turn. 

“Smile,” She prompted, causing Cedric to pull you into a tight side hug, his arm draped over your shoulders. You laughed, at him before returning the hug before your mom snapped the photo of the two beaming friends.

“Big plans for your second year?” Cedric then asked as you two fell back into conversation.

You offered a shrug, “I mainly just want to get on the quidditch team.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help,” Cedric told you. “I will get you on the team.”

He did help as much as he could. As soon as you two returned to Hogwarts, he was bombarding you with possible times that you could practice together on the pitch. You didn’t help it either, instigating it almost by giving him even more times that could work.

That’s why he was perched up on his broom for your guys’ fifth practice together, he guarded the hoops from you as a keeper even though it wasn’t his position. 

With a quaffle tucked between your side and arm, you stared up at the dark blue sky, growing darker with each passing second like the sun needed a rest from shinning bright all day. “Wow, you can really see all of the sky up here.”

“It goes on forever. And each day is different,” Cedric said. He then clapped his hands together to pull his friend’s attention away from the sunset. “Give it your best shot, Y/N/N.”

She then looked at Cedric with a smirk before gaining moment, flying toward the hoops to try scoring on him.

After making a handful of shots, you turned back to look at the sky, watching it grow darker still as it became even harder to see the hoops.

“Hey, let’s set a record for you today,” Cedric called out, pulling your attention back to him. “Ten shots in an hour, those are some pretty good odds if you can make that work.”

You just smirked at him before changing at him once again.

Third year

“What are you going to do when you get out of here?” You suddenly brought up, needing a break from the essay you were struggling to finish.

Cedric looked up from his own textbook before pursing his lips slightly in thought. “I think to start, I’d love to be a professional quidditch seeker for a few years.”

“I could see that,” You answered with a slow nod. “It seems like it would suit you pretty well… after that?”

“I’d honestly probably follow in my dad’s footsteps and work at the ministry,” Cedric admitted, looking off to the side at you. “What about you?”

“I have no idea,” You admitted. “Haven’t given it much thought, plus until about three years ago, I didn’t even know a world like this existed.”

“Maybe write a book?”

“Or travel. See the world.”

“That would be cool,” Cedric said.

“What about a family?” You suddenly asked.

Cedric just offered you a chuckle, “I have to get someone to notice me first.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes. “You’re noticed by plenty of people.”

“I know we know who I’m talking about-”

“Cho, yeah,” You finished for him with a quick shake of your head. “It’s not like you two flirt it up on the quidditch pitch anytime one of our practices precedes the other. You are far from unnoticed like some of us other Hufflepuffs.”

Cedric just smirked at you, “who… who are you talking about? Does Miss Independent have a little crush?”

“No.”

You quick answer only pulled laughter from the brunette as he folded over in his seat. Once he was able to calm himself down, he looked back at his friend lightly hitting her arm, “good. I better not have to pry it from you. I need to be the first person you tell when you realize crush-like feelings.”

“Yeah, okay, you’d probably find out before I even do,” you scoffed, only getting a laugh from Cedric again, this time earning laughter as well from you.

“You seriously have no feelings for anyone,” Cedric pried. “Even now being on the pitch for your second season?”

“Why would that change anything,” 

“I don’t know, you’re spending an awful lot of time with those Weasley twins,” Cedric encouraged, earning another eye roll from you. “You might want to be careful, you could start liking one more than friends.”

“Yeah, no,” you quickly defended yourself. “I don’t know why that would ever happen.”

Fourth year

“There she goes,” Cedric muttered under his breath as you sped down the length of the pitch.

You leaned forward, quickly gaining speed as you gripped onto the broom with one hand and the quaffle with the other. You ducked and weaved around the chasers and as you approached the goals, dodged a bludger before launching the Quaffle through a hoop. 

Fans cheered and you had to hide your smirk when you heard your friend chanting your name.

“And there’s Y/L/N carving a path through the crowd to add to Hufflepuff’s score. 160-150 with Ravenclaw still in the lead.

You then dove suddenly pulling the ball from Davies loose grip before he shot it. You sped off back the other way, throwing it to a teammate who was ahead of the defense but as they closed in, he dropped it back to you flying below. You shot and scored again.

Now a tied game, you were able to soar back around and pause in the air for a second to see what the Ravenclaw chasers were going to be doing. You stretched out your arms to ready yourself for defense.

That’s when you noticed the Ravenclaw beater who suddenly swung at a bludger near you. He didn’t swing too hard at it until it was too late. The beater’s bat collided with your dominant forearm with too much force to be his follow through that he tried playing it off as.

You groaned through your teeth and instantly cradled the arm after hearing something snap.

“That’s bullshit!” You could hear the Weasley twins bellow together.

“That was intentional!” Hannah Abbott yelled as well.

“Was that not seen!?” Lee’s voice echoed and Hufflepuff fans booed. Hooch then blew her whistle to call the foul. “Thank Merlin! That was dirty and cheap… play better!”

Everyone watched a different Hufflepuff chaser take the penalty shot because of you being slightly incapacitated. You made sure to stray away from Cedric to ensure you stayed in.

“Everything’s ok,” you thought to yourself.

When regular play began again, Ravenclaw made their pursuit, and you didn’t even think about it as you dropped, guiding the broom with your non-dominant hand. The least you could do was dive bomb him as he tried to score or pass the ball. 

Missing the ball by inches when he finally threw it, you watched as the quaffle made its way through the ring.

You steadied yourself and the ball was tossed to you which you caught with her good hand, sandwiching the quaffle between your leg and arm, lightly bounced your leg in anticipation, and leaned forward to take off. With a sudden underhand toss, you were able to throw the ball ahead after dodging a defender.

As the game continued, you adjusted a little more to using one arm, which Cedric kept an eye on. He would sub you out, but you were somehow still scoring, still contributing to the team. And they only had one sub, which was the only other person who tried out for the team.

Unfortunately, Ravenclaw grew a lead before Cedric called a timeout. You were the last to the ground, a little shaky but still made it.

“Are you good?”

“Yes,” you instantly answered. “I have an idea. Don’t take me out.”

Cedric sighed, “ok, if anything else happens to you though, I’ll have to.”

“I’ll be alright.”

“Sure,” Cedric allowed with a slow nod, he then looked at the rest of his team. “Keep up the points. We might not be catching up but as long as we keep the score close, we can still take the win once I catch the snitch. They took a cheep shot, you guys got them back for it already. No more fouls.”

The team nodded before Hooch blew her whistle to bring the teams back to the middle.

“Ready?” Hooch looked at Ravenclaw’s captain who nodded. She then looked at Cedric, “ready?”

With a slow exhale, you swallowed down the pain and extended your right arm away from your chest to grip your broomstick instead of with your left. You planted yourself firmly and nodded at Cedric who glanced at his chaser to make sure you were still good. He then looked back at Hooch to tell her they were ready.

  With another sharp whistle and a toss, the game resumed and you were one of the first in the air again. Nearly getting the quaffle, Roger broke away with it though causing you to quickly pursue him, hearing dull cheers in the back of your head. From behind, you slid your left hand between Roger and the quaffle, quickly stripping it from him and painfully turning around.

People decked in yellow and black cheered excitedly, seeing you return to the pitch with another level of determination. Many were worried that you were going to get pulled but instead you quickly paved a way down the pitch again. You faked a shot, dropping the quaffle quickly to a teammate who shot it quickly while the Ravenclaw keeper was still focused on you.

Ravenclaw answered back but you quickly turned around, soaring ahead for a pass down the field. 

“Y/L/N careening ahead for the pass, she pulled it in with her left, shifting past a bludger. There’s Burrow on the defense. Trying to get the - HE CAN’T DO THAT!”

With a swift elbow to your current broom arm, you were forced to let go. Without a hand on your broom, you started falling toward the ground while trying to suppress a pained scream. You threw the quaffle ahead as you fell, pulling up as much as she could with her left hand. The broom caught against the grass at an angle, causing you to tumble onto the field.

A foul whistle never came, instead the whistle had called the end of the match after Cho caught the snitch while Cedric was yelling at the Ravenclaw chasers. You struggled to your knees, still cradling your arm to your body. Now that the rush of competitive adrenaline was diminishing, the pain started radiating more in your arm. Teammates, friends, family and even heads of houses rushed down to you. But Cedric was the first one there to get you.

“Don’t crowd her, don’t crowd,” Professor Sprout called out, pushing through to her student’s side. Cedric dropped to the ground by you.

“Let me see,” Cedric offered softly. He extended his arm toward you, but when he tried to hold it, you winced in pain causing the captain to retreat his touch. 

“We definitely need to get you to Madam Pomfrey, you likely have a complete break,” Professor Sprout said.

“I got her, professor,” Cedric quickly volunteered, helping you up to your feet and off the pitch while the crowd watched the three disappear.

“Everything’s okay,” He tried reassuring you. “You’ll be better in no time.”

Fifth year

Girls giggled and whispered in the corridors, girls shrieking with laughter as boys passed them, girls excitedly comparing notes on what they were going to wear on Christmas night.

It was then that you noticed just how much you stood out compared to other girls. Almost every time a girl shrieked in excitement close enough to you, you had to force your grimace and glare away before walking past the girls.

You were particularly more sour than usual though with your crush’s words echoing in your head, I don’t… I don’t want to ruin our friendship either.

You marched yourself into the Hufflepuff common room before collapsing into one of the big fluff chairs next to an occupied one.

“Hey,” The man greeted, and when you glanced over you realized that Cedric was sitting next to you, who was just a little too busy the past week with the tournament.

“Hi,” you returned, forcing positive thoughts and a positive tone to fall from your lips. “Busy with the second task prep?”

“Why do you always bring up the tournament? Hoping my fame will bring you more respect?” Cedric asked with a smirk.

“No, I plan on getting that on my own. Making a name for myself,” you retorted. “After all, you took away our quidditch season with this tournament, and we would’ve been dangerously good this year. But it’s just getting our house name heard a little more, which is nice, I guess.”

“It is, isn’t it,” Cedric muttered, genuinely agreeing with your sentiment. “Congratulations on getting prefect this year. It’s been so busy for both of us that I haven’t been able to bring it up until now.”

“Thank you,” you said, quickly thinking of something as well to keep the conversation going. “Do you have a date yet for the Yule Ball?”

“I actually do,” Cedric answered, his cheeks showing a little pink. “You know Cho Chang, right?”

“As in fifth year, Ravenclaw’s seeker Cho Chang?” you asked with a smirk, earning a nod and chuckle in response. “The girl you’ve been hanging out with quite a bit recently? Yeah, I know her. That’s great to hear though. Good for you.”

“Thanks… Well, has anyone asked you for the ball yet?” Cedric asked, lightly nudging your arm as you subconsciously sunk a little further into the chair.

You then let out a sigh, “Um… No, not really.”

“Did someone ask you but it wasn’t who you wanted so you said no?” Cedric asked.

“Maybe,” you answered softly, prompting another question from Cedric.

“Come on with it. I told you my date, who do you want to go with?”

You rolled her eyes, having to look away from your friend. You tried keeping the blush falling across your cheeks at bay, so you answered as quickly as you could. “You know… George Weasley, right?”

“George Weasley? Really?” Cedric asked, making sure he kept it at a whisper. “As in sixth year, one of Gryffindor’s beaters, George Weasley?”

“Oh, shut your bloody mouth,” You muttered, lightly pushing his shoulder. “I’ve always gotten along well with them and I hang out with them often. Other friends told me that they figured it would only be a matter of time before I developed feelings for one.”

“And he hasn’t asked?”

“No, I was able to approach him recently to talk about why he’s avoiding me,” You admitted. “And I think I’m the only one who has feelings because he said and I quote ‘I don’t want to ruin our friendship.’”

“Well, may I offer you some advice?” Cedric asked, capturing your attention.

“What?” 

“You of all people know how both of them can be,” Cedric explained. “Fred is probably seen as a little more bold than his twin. Maybe with George you have to be the one to take the step and ask him to the ball. He could just be getting nervous. But, you know, make a name for yourself.”

You let out a small chuckle, “I say that once and now you’re going to hold that comment over my head for how long?”

“The rest of our lives,” Cedric answered.

___________

“Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes’ time, I will be asking you to make your way down to the Quidditch field for the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament,” Dumbledore announced. “Will the champions please follow Mr. Bagman down to the stadium now.”

You shared a tight hug with Cedric, wishing him luck before he left with the other champions.

It wasn’t long after that when you settled into a seat in the quidditch stands, close to some of your friends. You stared at the pitch letting a soft scoff pass your lips at how the field looked, slightly upset that this was the reason why you couldn't practice these last few weeks. It was completely unrecognizable with a twenty-foot-high hedge that ran all the way around the edge of it, with a gap that was the entrance of a maze.

The four champions then walked in different directions to station themselves around the maze. Cedric offered you and the crowd a quick wave earning one in return from most of his housemates.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me remind you how the points currently stand! Tied in first place, with eighty-five points each — Mr. Cedric Diggory and Mr. Harry Potter, both of Hogwarts School!” The cheers and applause sent birds from the Forbidden Forest fluttering into the darkening sky. “In second place, with eighty points — Mr. Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!” More applause. “And in third place — Miss Fleur Delacour, of Beauxbatons Academy!”

“So… on my whistle, Harry and Cedric!” said Bagman. “Three — two — one —”

Bagman gave a short blast of the whistle he had, which told Harry and Cedric to start their expedition through the maze.

The crowd cheered them on as they vanished from sight.

Another whistle and Krum entered the maze. Next whistle and Fleur rushed in. All champions were cheered on as they started their final task. The crowd fell silent soon after, trying to hear for any clues as to who might be leading or falling behind or needing help.

The minutes started to pass slower as the task continued on. You felt sick, your gut twisting as your heart pounded against your rib cage.

Hannah glanced up at you, registering the look of confused discomfort and worry. “They’ll be fine. Then it will all be done,” she tried reassuring, only earning a hesitant nod from you.

Following the comment though a scream shattered the silence that fell over the crowd and it was obviously the only woman in the maze. Not long later, red sparks shot up into the sky, causing professors to move in toward the sparks to rescue whatever champion needed help.

Fleur was pulled from the fray, defeated but safe. The air was stiff again, silent for more clues before more yells, pained screams filled the air. The sound of someone being tortured. It ended just as quickly as it started though.

A few more minutes passed when red sparks flew into the air again. Two champions down.

When Krum was returned in an unconscious state, the Hogwarts crowd grew in chatter and excitement. The only two left were the Hogwarts champions.

Just as quickly as they cheered, the silence consumed them once more as they waited. This time, it lasted a lot longer.

Everyone was impatiently waiting around, trying to find things to pass the time. You couldn’t will yourself into the conversation around you, keeping your eyes nervously fixed on the maze. Your stomach sunk more the longer everyone waited. You have been sitting here for a while, longer than the other tasks. 

‘Maybe it’s because the third task takes longer because of extra challenges,’ you tried convincing yourself, but she couldn’t swallow the nervous feeling as the Weasley twins shifted down the stands to take seats in front of you.

You didn’t really register their presence right away until two bodies suddenly returned to the arena that the crowd surrounded.

Cheers, laughter, and music filled the air as you let out a shaky sigh of relief before letting George quickly drag you down the steps behind his brother. That’s when you noticed Harry lying over Cedric who didn’t seem to be moving under Harry’s ragged breaths. You froze in your spot, your hand falling out of George’s and understanding now why she had the sickly, nervous feeling. It was something she had felt before.

Dumbledore rushed to the two still on the ground and tried pulling Harry up mainly to talk to him. The cheers died down slowly as people realized what happened.

Dumbledore seized the younger student and turned him over. “Harry! Harry!”

 He let go of the cup to grab Dumbledore’s wrist, but kept his grip on Cedric. “He’s back,” Harry whispered. “He’s back. Voldemort.” 

The words faded from your head, your mind not registering them as a priority at that moment. You could only stare down at the body of your best friend as tears blurred your vision, quickly falling down your cheeks. There was a dull ringing in your head as your surroundings started to spin and your body grew numb. But you could still feel the tight pounding in your chest as a shaky breath ghosted passed your lips.

Two friends. True Friends. On a perfect day.

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I will wait for you

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Word count: 1,445 words

Warnings: Nothing really; it’s mainly just a nice fluff piece to fill in a time jumps.

**Y/C/N - your childhood nickname

A/N: This is a little blurb that I seriously just wrote because I’m missing Steve. It is one of the spaces in place of a time skip that I originally wrote into my my Steve Harrington series, specifically Sorry, Not Sorry. It’s an overview on the rest of the school year after dealing with demo-dogs and before the summer starts. It will probably make sense if you only read this, but it does play into the series I’ve written.

Story:

As he mentioned when you two had your discussion, he tried flirting with other girls. Leaning against lockers with a smirk pushed across his lips, teasing some girls in class or even sliding them notes during lunch. Most girls Steve talked to would giggle in response, which he usually would’ve soaked up.

He couldn’t though when he knew your response would be different. Whether or not you enjoyed his flirty comments, he knew you would usually just roll your eyes at him before continuing the conversation.

And Steve made sure you didn’t see those interactions. Not because he couldn’t, he already admitted that he would, but because he wasn’t sure if you’d be upset. And that’s the last thing he wanted to do to you.

It definitely never happened when you two hung out. He could never do something like that mainly because he’s solely focused on you. The only person that’s occupying his mind rent-free.

It could be an easy way to make you jealous, he knew that, but he just couldn’t do that to you. He couldn’t say anything about it and he knew you couldn’t either. It was the fair deal that was made, he wasn’t exclusive with you. He wasn’t in a relationship with you so logically he could flirt with anyone he’d like. That never changed the fact that he was constantly pining over you.

He made sure to ask you before every home basketball game in January and February if you’d be going. Every time you said yes and every time he couldn’t stop himself from looking for you and Dustin in the crowd, pulling a smile onto his face before focusing back on warm-ups. A few times he even asked if you’d go to closer away games. He would be shocked to see you arrived still with your brother even though you had told him “I’ll think about it.”

He would find excuses to go to the library while you were working, most days staying late with you as you finished putting books back to where they needed to go and glancing through a few options for yourself. 

He would usually ask for help with his homework sometimes. Even if he didn’t actually need your help, he just loved the fact that you’d take the time in the middle of your lock-up duties to sit next to him for a few minutes and explain something over.

It was those moments when he would really take in your features, sitting close to him in the basically empty library. He would watch your y/e/c eyes while glancing through some of the textbook or lighting up with excitement when you recognized a history topic. He took note of the way you sometimes nervously licked your lips before starting a sentence, or when you genuinely smiled at him while explaining something, it reached your eyes cringing them slightly smaller.

That’s usually when he’d lightly breeze his leg against yours, mainly testing to see if you’d move away. When you didn’t, he could feel his excitement start bubbling into his chest.

He would just bask in the beauty he knew that you had. Even while watching you work, he’d be entranced as you pushed your y/h/c hair away from your face or sometimes scrunched your face up when you had to pull a book out of its wrong place.

Him visiting you at the library became such a normal part of your day and it seems that both of you had fallen into the routine of it all, especially when he was no longer busy with his basketball season.

It was especially noticeable when he hadn’t showed up one night. You leaned against the desk you got to sit behind, resting your head into your hands and just watching the second tick passed.

Steve needed to give himself some space while also giving you the time away from him that you possibly needed.

He collapsed onto his bed that night, glancing at the clock to see just how early he came home all because he hadn’t stayed late with you.

He laid on his back, staring up at his ceiling with an arm resting limply over his head.

He had been falling for you over and over again as each day passed. He had made it a handful of months but he could feel his feelings for you continue to grow strong as the end of the school year approached. As his graduation approached.

He needed a day maybe more away from you because he could feel himself growing closer, not just emotionally. He felt himself sitting closer to you any chance he got and the last thing he wanted to do was disrespect your choices and boundaries.

You approached him the next day, confusion sketched into your features. You quickly started a ramble with barely a greeting, “why didn’t you come to the library last night? Not that you have to, I mean it’s your choice. You aren’t obligated to meet me there or to me in general. You aren’t my boyfriend or anything like that. I was just confused and concerned about maybe you were sick or I did something or-“

He quickly cut you off, “hey, hey. I know I didn’t tell you before. I just needed to put a little more space between me and my feelings for you in order to stay on your good side. The more time I spent with you the more I felt like I wasn’t respecting you and your choices.”

Meeting your eyes with his own made him crash right back into the situation he had found himself in last night, your gaze soft with respect and adoration for the guy in front of you.

Your head fell down to look at the floor. “Right. I can’t believe I didn’t think about that,” you admitted before looking back up at him with the same look in your eyes. “I’m sorry if hanging out all the time is making things more difficult. I completely understand if you need more space.”

Steve could help the smile that ghosted over his lips, “and miss my graduation?”

He was able to quickly pull the familiar smile back across your face in return.

“Congratulations to the class of 1985!”

The dark green hats were thrown into the air in celebration of the accomplishments that everyone dressed in a gown just achieved. Dustin was clapping excitedly next to you as you joined in the crowd’s applause.  

When you found Steve, he was sharing high-fives and hugs with a few of his classmates as you three Hendersons slowly approached. He smiled brightly at you before pulling you and Dustin in for a group hug. The flash of a camera caught your attention and you quickly pouted toward your mom.

“What? This happens only once,” your mom defended. “Dusty, do you want a photo with the graduate?”

“Of course,” he said before excitedly wrapping his arms around Steve who easily returned the enthusiasm.

As you moved to stand by your mom, you couldn’t stop the smile that fell across your lips as the camera flashed again for the photo.

“Come here, Dusty,” your mom called out, before lightly nudging you toward Steve. “It’s Y/C/N turn.”

“Did your parents not come?” You asked softly, glancing around as you moved toward the graduate.

“No,” Steve quickly answered, waving it off. “My dad doesn’t feel graduating high school is much of an accomplishment. It’s something that everyone competent enough should be able to do.”

You wrinkled your forehead in slight frustration, never liking Steve’s parents much but also never having met them before.

Shaking your head, you moved to stand next to Steve who draped his arm over your shoulders.

“Like I told you before,” Steve whispered to you as your arm snaked around his waist. “I’ll wait for you to be ready. I’ll wait for years if I have to. However long it takes.”

You looked up at him to find his eyes on you already, finding the sincerity in them. It was the flash of your mom’s camera that pulled both of you out of the trance. Before you could protest with your mom though, Dustin quickly ran in for a group photo with the graduate, all three of you smiling toward your mom and her camera.

“I’m going to need every one of those photos, Mrs. Henderson,” Steve said once the impromptu photo shoot was done. He then whispered to you. "I already think our picture deserves to be framed."

You couldn’t think of anything to say, your cheeks just flushed a darker red while looking up at the guy next to you.

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Saintlike... Holey.

Pairing: George Weasley x Muggle!Reader

Warnings: Blood, little angst, arguments, anxiety, fluff, crying/sobbing, George’s ear injury, some sass.

Word Count: 3,762 words

A/N: Hehe, I'm so sorry. For two reasons. This was not on my list of things to write (or a fandom I was prepared to fall into). But this idea has been on the back burner for a while. The other thing is expanding this fandom more, and I'm basically denying to do that. George is my favorite Harry Potter character so it's easy to get and write ideas for him. I'll try to write for other characters but you'll probably see more George pieces that I finish before that.

Story:

“Woah, woah, woah,” George spoke up, lightly grabbing your arms to stop you and to guide you a little farther away from the group that was getting ready to meet Harry Potter and bring him back to the Burrow. He smiled down at you, “what are you doing?”

“What kind of a question is that?” You responded with your own question before continuing. “I’m coming with.”

George let out a short chuckle, thinking for a second that you were joking and quickly realizing you weren’t. “No, you’re not.”

You stared up at him, nearly at a loss for words. “Are you messing with me right now?”

“No, I’m not,” George quickly answered.

You felt your heart skip a beat. This was the first time you had ever seen George get serious with you and to be fair, it wasn’t a look you enjoyed. “I want to help. You can’t just bench me.”

“This isn’t a quidditch match,” George muttered, his words softer now but still serious.

“I’m well aware of that,” you retorted, you could feel your heart start to beat faster as your breathing grew a little heavier. “You know I’m stronger than I seem. I can handle myself out there.”

“You’re not going with!” George shouted, his voice louder but you didn’t shy away, especially since you had to prove a point.

“Why not!” You yelled back.

“Cause I won’t be able to keep you safe!” George answered just as loudly. You felt the grip he still hand on your arms tighten. He let out a shuddering breath before he loosened his grip and shifted one of his hands to rest against your cheek. “The only way I can guarantee your safety is if you stay here.”

“What the bloody hell am I supposed to do then?” Your question was softer. “Wait around for you to return, nervously pace the burrow, think about all the ways you wouldn’t come back. What about me wanting to keep you safe?”

“I’ll be fine,” George answered, knowing how upset you were about this. He was mulling over this decision all day.

“You can’t guarantee that.”

“I know. But I’ll be as fine as I can, as long as you stay,” George said. “Then I’m not worried about you making it back. I know you’d be here, waiting for me to return.”

Frustrated silence fell over you as you shifted your gaze to the empty field you stood by.

“Look I know you're mad, I just don’t think you coming with is…” his words trailed off when you looked back at him with a glare on your face.

He pursed his lips in thought for a few seconds before a smirk fell across them, “I have a question for you.”

“What?”

“Do you play quidditch, 'cause you’re a keeper,” George said, a smile falling across his face.

“You know I hate that because I’m not one,” you responded, with a creep of a smile on your face.

“Well, you know that I can’t leave you without a laugh, or at least a giggle,” George whispered, before humming softly. “ Okay, how about this one? Knock knock.”

You let out a slow breath, “who’s there?”

“Owl.”

“Owl who?” You asked, feeling your smile creeping across your lips despite wanting to stay angry with him.

“Owl always love you,” George answered. Instead of a genuine laugh, he got an embarrassed chuckle from you. You bowed your head so he couldn’t see your red face. “Say it back. I can’t leave until you do.”

You slowly looked back up at your boyfriend’s brown eyes, and before you convinced yourself not to, you placed your lips against his.

It short-circuited George’s brain at first before he moved his lips with yours. The two of you had obviously kissed before but you weren't the one who usually initiated it. His hand quickly found the small of your back to pull you closer to him as you wrapped your arms around the taller man’s neck.

George pulled his lips from yours to break the kiss, even if he didn't want to. He lightly rested his forehead against yours, your breaths mixing together.

“I’ll say it if you promise that you’ll return to me,” you whispered.

“You already know I can’t promise that,” George started. “But I will do everything in my power to make it back to you. That’s the best I can do for you right now.”

“I’ll take that.”

“Okay, now say it.”

You giggled, “owl always love you too.”

George gave you another quick peck on the lips and suddenly tickled your side causing you to jump and whine a little as you shifted away from his touch.

He laughed at your reaction before the group was calling for him, time for him and the rest of the group to leave.

“That’s me,” he said.

“Don’t know who else it would be,” you replied with a shrug.

He laughed again, bringing a smile to your lips before he kissed your cheek and moved back to the group, leaving you in the spot you stood.

You gave him and the group a small wave before they Apparated out of sight.

__________________________________________

You didn't know what to do with the nerve-wracking time on your hands, especially when you knew they would all come back at different times.

You started out in the yard in the area that they would be returning at. You walked back and forth across the grassy field, pacing with constant glances around to see if anything changed.

Nothing.

You quickly grew tired of that, and your heart pounding in your chest couldn't handle it anymore either. You walked into the kitchen of the burrow finding Ginny and Mrs. Weasley busy with washing and cutting produce for tomorrow's meals. The two obviously have to find something to distract themselves from their own thoughts.

You knew you were basically hopeless in that area. Regardless of what you would do now, your thoughts would be so invasive that it would be more problematic for you to be holding a knife honestly.

You lost track of time even as it inched by until Molly glanced outside to find the sun lowering on the horizon.

She moved to the window to look over the field that should have her family and friends appearing at any time. You watched with her and Ginny as a port key popped up but the people traveling back had missed it.

When the second duo missed their port key, you couldn't stand by and watch anymore. You moved back to the kitchen, deciding on washing the dishes despite Molly's ability to clean them with magic.

You suddenly heard the two scream and saw them disappear as they ran down the stairs outside. You moved to the door to glance out and saw that Harry and Hagrid were back.

You let out a slow nervous breath and moved back to the kitchen. You lean against the kitchen counter and decided to pass the time now by staring at Molly‘s clock despite the fact that the hands didn’t move.

You look at each of the faces, knowing that Molly and Ginny‘s faces tell you they’re at home. But nearly everyone else’s face lined up with the lost section.

All you could do is stare, knowing that Ron, Fred and Arthur missed their port keys and the one you were hoping returned on time was supposed to be next.

The clock didn’t move. You tried listening, aching to hear the gears grinding to moved any of the hands. But all you could hear was your heartbeat, echoing in your skull, pounding rapidly. And every second that passed it seemed like it was getting louder.

“Y/N,” a soft voice called out, as a hand rested on your shoulder. Despite the delicate tone and touch, you still jumped. Not having noticed your boyfriend’s mother walked back into her house. “Are you all right?”

“I think I’m probably the last person you want to be asking that question to,“ You answered, nervously fidgeting with your hands. “I’ll probably just make you more nervous than you already are.“

You watched as Molly grabbed a bottle of brandy from a nearly hidden cupboard. You were only able to tilt your head in a questioning manner at her choice of beverage at this moment.

“Calm down, love. It’s not for me. It’s for Hagrid,” Molly explained. “I think you should come back out with me though. Remus and George should be getting back soon.”

You slowly nodded your head, lightly pinching the bridge of your nose. “Yeah, yeah. I-I will. It’s just more nerve-wracking than I like. I can’t… I don’t know what I’ll do if they miss their port key as well.“

“Believe me, darling. I know exactly how nerve-racking it is.”

You let out a sigh, “I'm sorry. I can’t imagine how this is for you. Your sons and husband. I just… you know…I-“

“Would rather be out there with them?” Molly offered. “ I know I heard a little bit of your argument with George about it. And he asked me about it as well. He was pretty set on keeping you hear but that's because he likes you -- loves so much actually. But I can also imagine how broken you were to be benched, as you put it."

You wiped at your face, trying to keep the tears away, mainly because you knew you didn't have a reason to cry right now. "It's almost childish. How I reacted. I can't stop thinking back to it and wishing I wasn't so stubborn. I was frustrated with him and he knows it. I-I don't want that to be my last interaction with him."

"Oh, sweetie," Mrs. Weasly muttered, hugging you tightly. "We mustn't think like that. Those thoughts are torture in this situation. Let's hope for the best and go outside to greet them when they return."

Mrs. Weasley reappeared in the yard with the bottle of brandy and you close behind. Hagrid took the bottle from Molly, uncorked it, and drank it all at once.

“Y/n,” Harry muttered, now wondering why you hadn’t gone with and stuck with your usual twin companions. He was also just happy to see you, a close friend of his. He quickly enveloped you in a hug which you graciously returned.

“It’s good to know you’re safe,” you said afterward, the moment didn’t last long though.

“Mum!” Ginny shouted, pointing to a spot several feet away.

A blue light had appeared in the darkness, growing larger and brighter. Lupin and George appeared, spinning and then falling.

You immediately ran toward them and as you did, you realized just how wrong the situation was. Lupin was supporting an unconscious George with a face covered in blood.

“Oh my God,” you muttered under your breath before shifting to the other side of George to help Lupin carry him.

Harry ran forward as well, grabbing George’s legs. The three of you carried George into the house, through the kitchen, and to the sitting room, placing him on the sofa.

Everyone could see now what had happened, you heard Ginny gasp at the sight of George missing an ear. Because of it, the side of his head and neck were drenched in wet, scarlet blood.

You paled out with concern as you quickly grabbed a towel and lightly held it against George’s injury. “Ginny, could you give me a bowl of water?”

“Of course,” Ginny quickly answered.

Your complexion and shakiness really started to show, which Harry hadn’t seen from you before. You never seemed unnerved, worried or scared before but he was suddenly pulled into the kitchen as Ginny returned with what you asked for.

You settled on the edge of the couch that George laid on, sitting at his side and leaning across him to clean up his injury with Mrs. Weasley right beside you to help.

She reached down with an extra rag and held it against George’s injury, allowing you to dip the rag you had in the bowl of warm water and start cleaning the blood off his neck and face. The clear liquid was quickly taken over by a faded scarlet from George’s blood.

The process continued for a few more minutes and Mrs. Weasley was able to stop his injury from bleeding.

“Harry, give us a hand!” You heard Hagrid call out to Harry from the door that he was stuck in again.

Harry quickly moved through the empty kitchen and back into the sitting room with you, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny still tending to George.

“How is he?” Harry asked.

Mrs. Weasley looked around and said, “I can’t make it grow back not when it’s been removed by Dark Magic. But it could have been so much worse… he’s alive.”

“Yeah,” Harry said. “Thank God.”

The slow breath you let out made your chest feel heavier, at least that’s what you thought it was at first. The more you thought about it, you realized that Mrs. Weasley was the first to say what everyone was thinking. It could have been so much worse. At least he’s alive.

You continued working, dipping the stained rag into the water that was growing darker. You wrung out the water and started wiping away the crimson blood closer to his injury.

“Did I hear someone else in the yard? Ginny asked.

“Hermione and Kingsley,” Harry answered.

You let out another breath, this one allowing you to relax a little bit more but not much.

“Thank goodness,” Ginny whispered. The two shared a look that you glanced up at but quickly shifted your attention back down to your boyfriend who was still unconscious.

You jumped when a crash rang through the kitchen after the door swung open.

“I’ll prove who I am, Kingsley, after I’ve seen my son, now back off if you know what’s good for you.”

You never heard Mr. Weasley yell at all, least of all like he was now. He quickly marched into the sitting room, nervous sweat gleaming off him. Fred followed closely behind him, letting you relax a little more. Both were pale but uninjured.

“Arthur!” Mrs. Weasley sobbed. “Oh thank goodness!”

“How is he?”

Mr. Weasley dropped to his knees beside George. Fred didn’t speak at all, he couldn’t think of anything to say. He stared down at his twin’s wound, almost not believing what was in front of him. Then you watched as Fred’s gaze shift to you and he offered you a sympathetic smile.

You returned the soft grin, clearing your throat and forcing your voice past your throat. “He hasn’t woken up yet, but I’ll leave you guys with him for a little bit,” you mumbled, standing from your spot next to him on the couch.

“You don’t have to,” Arthur said.

“No, I insist,” you quickly replied, needing your own time by yourself but quickly coming up with an excuse. “I have to run upstairs and grab something anyway. It won’t be long.”

Arthur nodded slowly, as you moved the long way around the couch to share a tight hug with Fred.

You sighed, “we were all worried about you guys. I’m glad you’re safe.”

Fred swung you side to side in his arms, rocking the two of you back and forth. “‘You might not be happy about it still but I’m glad you stayed here.”

Fred broke the hug to look down at you, causing you to push a smile on your face. Awkward and forced. He just chuckled and patted the top of your head before you stepped around him and ran upstairs.

When you got up to the twin’s room, you leaned against a wall and sunk down to the ground. The group that slowly grew made what happened to George sit heavier in your chest and head. You clamped your hand over your mouth to catch the sobs that left your lips as your worries fell from your eyes and slid down your face.

Your breath was shaky, every time you tried to breathe in deep enough to calm yourself down. You aggressively wiped the tears away before you started muttering to yourself.

“You’re being ridiculous, Y/N. He’s fine, he’s back and he’s safe. Why are crying? He’s going to be alright.”

You couldn’t stop your sobs though, even with your words to reassure yourself and your hand still placed over your mouth. Your chest started to ache with the short breaths and you left like your head was going to explode with the pain and pressure.

You knew you had to listen to your own words because the longer you were up here the more likely someone would come up looking for you. And people would be even more suspicious about what you had really come up here for.

Once you gave yourself another minute or so, you started descending the stairs. Before getting to the bottom, you were able to hear George’s familiar voice.

“Saintlike,” you heard him murmur.

Fred was quick to respond, obviously nervous from his comment, “What’s wrong with him? Is his mind affected?”

“Saintlike,” George repeated before saying more. “You see... I’m holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?”

You heard Molly sob, probably harder than she already was and you could basically feel the relief from the sitting room.

“Pathetic,” you heard Fred speak up as you started moving again, making it to the bottom of the staircase. “Pathetic! With the whole wide world of ear-related humor before you, you go for holey?”

“Ah well,” George basically shrugged off before looking up at his mother. “You’ll be able to tell us apart now, anyway, Mum.”

A few seconds passed before George looked back to his twin, “Fred, don't tell Y/N.”

“I think she’s going to know something happened when you’re missing an ear,” Fred pointed out with a chuckle.

"It's not that obvious," George muttered.

“With the fact that I helped clean you up, I think I already know,” you added, stepping into the sitting room.

George sent you a nervous grin before he purposely looked around. His gaze fell on his younger brother’s dark-haired friend. “Hi, Harry – you are Harry, right?”

“Yeah, I am,” Harry answered, moving closer to the sofa.

“Well, at least we got you back okay,” George muttered. “Why aren’t Ron and Bill huddled ‘round my sickbed?”

“They’re not back yet, George,” said Mrs. Weasley, George’s grin faded.

The air in the sitting room grew heavy again. But your heart rate picked up when you made eye contact with George and he reached out his hand, signaling you to move to his side. You had to push down the smile that wanted to fall across your lips.

You sat back in the spot you were in before, which was the middle cousin of the couch, and faced your boyfriend. You didn’t realize that the room basically cleared out aside from Fred also sitting next to the couch, giving the three of you some alone time.

You couldn’t think of something to mention, something to say. You were filled with a plethora of emotions: anger, relief, worry, sadness, and oddly a little happiness.

“You can’t be mad at me still,” George spoke up first, draping his arm across your lap.

“I can, and I will,” you pouted down at him.

George moved slightly, rubbing slow circles with his thumb on your leg, trying to soothe you in any way he could, “I returned as I said.”

“But I told you I didn’t want to stay here,” You forced out, a shuddering breath falling from your lips.

“Don’t say I told you so,” George muttered.

“I told you... If I could’ve gone, this wouldn’t have happened.”

George sat up slightly, causing you to rest your hand on George’s chest to stop him from moving anymore, “it happened, okay? I’m sorry to say but if you were with me… it could’ve been so much worse. I’m happy you stayed because if you were with us, I would have been absolutely terrified. You could’ve gotten hurt, and that would’ve been on me. You could have died and-“

“It was my choice,” you defended yourself, George’s hand moving up to rest on your face, “It was a risk I was willing to take to keep you safe. You took that decision away from me by forcing me to stay here.”

George caught a tear that fell from your eyes as he stared up at your face. You met his gaze, wanting to kiss him but also wanting to spare Fred a little. You jumped anyway when Ginny suddenly burst through the door to tell her parents, who were in the kitchen, some news.

“Ron’s back,” You heard her say. “He’s okay.”

You heard a snicker from beside you as the two parents ran out of the house to greet their youngest son with a hug.

You looked over to Fred who was trying to cover his laughter with his hand. You lightly hit his arm. “I’m only jumpy right now because my anxiety is still through the roof.”

Fred openly laughed as George rested his arm back across your legs, and his eyes slowly fluttered closed. A sigh of his own passed his grinning lips as well.

You kept your attention to the twin sitting next to you, “but I’m all seriousness you can go see Ron if you want. I’ll stay here.”

“No offense to Ronald, but I’d rather stay here, and keep an eye on him as well,” Fred answered sharing a smile with you.

Suddenly, George sat up to look at you and his brother, “I’m not dying. I’m actually fine. So, please, both of you… treat me like nothing happened.”

You shifted into a more comfortable spot, taking the cushion where George’s head had been laying, “I would treat you like nothing happened if that was the case. Maybe I would be treating you normal now if I had gone with."

George’s gaze moved to yours. He raised an eyebrow at you, pulling a genuine smile onto your lips.

“How dare you smile at me when you’re supposed to be mad,” George commented before laying back down just as suddenly as he sat up, resting his head on your lap. George also shifted his legs, allowing room for Fred to sit on the more comfortable couch as well.

Your fingers softly raked through George’s red locks, pulling a nearly silent hum from him as Fred moved to the open spot. He picked up a box from the coffee table, resting it on George and opening it to show an assortment of chocolate.

“So, Y/N/N. Have big plans this year?” Fred asked, reaching across George to hand you a piece of chocolate. “You kind of can’t return to Hogwarts after finishing your seventh-year last year.”

You took the treat, a soft smile falling across your lips, “I don’t know what I even want to do at this point. I’m mainly worried that every place is corrupt in some manner.”

“I will tell you that our joke shop is off and running,” Fred quickly suggested.

“A huge success, really,” George added.

“You could help run the place,” Fred finished.

“After all, another place in Hogsmeade is the goal,” George mentioned.

“I know that,” you said, shifting your gaze between the two. “Both of you have told me.”

“And it’s a 100% corrupt-free business,” Fred added.

“At least we hope so,” George chimed in.

“It has been without corruption for about two years now,” Fred commented.

"As far as we're aware," George said.

You let out a short giggle, “You guys really want me to work for you? What would I even do?”

“Well, first off, you aren’t working for us,” George pointed out. “You would be working with us.”

“And we already have a few ideas,” Fred said. “But we’ll keep that to ourselves until you officially apply.”

You wrinkled your nose at the two, shaking your head. You remembered the piece of chocolate and lifted your hand to eat it.

George swiftly placed his hand between yours and your face and pulled the chocolate from your hand, “don’t eat that.”

All you could think to do was glare at Fred who had already broken into laughter. "I don't know why you trust us at all.”

George laughed with his twin. "I don't know," He muttered, staring up at you. "She might be blinded by love."

"Yeah, well at least both of my ears work," You snapped back in response almost making Fred fall off the couch as you joined the twins in their laughter.

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Being in a relationship with George Weasley

Headcannon #1

George usually hugs above your arms causing your arms to go under his. (Which also works with his height)

There is only one time (that you remember) when he hugged under your arms… and that’s the first time he saw you after loosing his twin.

I’m sorry. (I’m in pain as well)…

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A/N: It is hard to believe that this series is over… for now. I loved writing all of it especially since so many people enjoyed reading it. Like I mentioned before, I do plan on adding little one shots just to show more of the relationship dynamics between Y/N and really all the characters. And I hope you enjoy those when I get around to them.

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Epilogue: Numb Little Bug

Numb Little Bug Series

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

Word Count: 2,260 words

Warnings: Swearing, being numb, nightmares, facing guilt, heart-to-heart with Nancy, helping hand, volunteering at school, fluff, confessions, and cute interactions between Y/N and Steve

A/N: I can’t believe this is done… it’s so sad… it won’t be right away because I have ideas for other fandoms that I’ve partially written but I hope to get some one shots in this series as well like first date, seeing Y/N at work, etc. But most of all is makes me so happy that so many people enjoyed this series and continue to enjoy what I write… thank you!!

Story:

*Two days later*

You were able to get slightly patched up, surprisingly it was a little more difficult due to the sudden panic filling the town with the “earthquake” that broke the ground open. More people needed medical help than you and a lot more were leaving.

You were helping pack some of Nancy’s old stuff in Steve’s truck to bring to the school, donations to help as many people as you could. She walked away to look through another box that her mom had found.

Steve chuckled from beside you going through one of the boxes already in the trunk, “There are precious memories in here. Some of which are probably from when you still slept over here.” 

He nudged you with his shoulder, quickly making your small smile drop before you stood on your toes to look over Steve’s arm and into the box.

“What did you find?” You asked nervously. “I really hope it's not embarrassing.”

“Please,” Steve scoffed, letting to see to find a few old crafts you did together. “I’m pretty sure I know the most embarrassing thing about you.”

You smirked up at your boyfriend, testing his knowledge, “I highly doubt that.”

“Well, if I do remember correctly, you were the one that broke her arm when you were… I think 11,” Steve hummed. “Let’s see here what was the story… you really liked Wonder Woman when you were that age and would pretend to be her all the time. You stood at the top of a jungle gym and tried to swing down from-”

“Okay, that’s enough. I was wrong,” You admitted, covering Steve’s mouth with your hand to stop the story. “You do know it. And I’m guess I’ll have to kindly beat up Dustin this afternoon for telling you.”

“Aw, but I wanted to hear the rest of the story,” Robin complained, sending you a fake pout.

“Someone order a pizza?” Mrs. Wheeler asked looking at the approaching vehicle.

“Pizza?” Dustin asked as everyone looked to see who was on the road. They started honking the horn as well, definitely meaning to get your guys’ attention. The vehicle parked by the curb and the doors opened, showing who was in the vehicle.

A smile slowly fell across your lips, seeing the Byers, El, and Mike, along with someone you hadn’t met before.

Mrs. Wheeler quickly ran to her son as they ran toward you guys as well, Mike quickly hugged his mom after calling out to her.

Mike and El ran straight to Dustin quickly wrapping him in a hug as Nancy and Jonathan shared a hug as well.

You, Robin and Steve slowly walked to where everyone met up and you heard what Mike’s mom said to him the second the hug broke.

“You are never going on vacation again, you hear me? In fact, you can forget about college. You are staying right here.”

You smiled at the two as they hugged again, enjoying this side of the mother unlike the one you got to see while being a lifeguard last summer.

You drifted to you brother, earning smiles and hugs from El and Will. El let out a tight breath when she hugged you, glad that you’re safe as well.

“You guys have grown so much,” You muttered as they stepped back from the hug, smiling at you again.

“Where’s Lucas?” Will asked, noticing one of the missing friends.

“He’s at the hospital,” Dustin explained.

“Was he hurt?” El asked.

“No, no, he’s…Oh God,” Dustin exclaimed, suddenly realizing that they hadn’t talked in a few weeks. “You don’t know.”

You slowly drifted away from the conversation, moving back to Steve’s car to sit on the now closed trunk. You weren’t sure where Steve wandered to but Robin took advantage of the alone time you two could have.

She sat down next to you, noticing your zoned out expression, “A penny for your thoughts?”

You looked down at Robin’s hand, seeing her actually offering you a penny. You couldn’t help but giggle a little. You looked up at her face and nervously bit your lip, knowing you’re about to unfold a whirlwind of your own thoughts. “Do you ever get a little bit tired… of life?” You asked your close friend. Robin quickly grabbed your hand, squeezing it to tell you she’s still there. “You know, like you don’t want to die but you’re not really happy…”

“Hmm… like you’re not really there and don’t really want to be while in a certain room?” Robin asked. “Shockingly, yeah. I’ve felt that. Do you know why you feel that way?”

“No, not really. Because I’m happy… most of the time, especially with people like you and Steve around…” You admitted. “But the trouble comes when I’m alone… like at night. And the nightmares… sometimes are the same but now there’s new ones.”

Robin offered you a soft smile, squeezing your hand slightly for reassurance, “is it Eddie?”

You just nodded, looking up toward your brother who was still talking with his friends that he missed.

“I know you’re worried about your brother,” Robin muttered. “But this is the boat he would be in because Eddie would’ve graduated anyway.”

“Yeah, I know,” you muttered. “It just hurts more because now he can’t even call him if he needs something like advice.”

“That’s what he has you for,” Robin offered. “And with him being friends with Steve, the last thing that kid needs is more male advice.”

You let out a giggle, pulling laughter from Robin as well.

“Have you told him?” Robin asked.

“Steve? Yeah,” You answered. “He doesn’t seem too worried about me… well, as little as he can worry about me. He says he knows I’ll figure it out, hopefully with his help. He also mentioned that it’s probably because of the gnawing guilt.”

“Yeah,” Robin said giving your hand another squeeze. “I’m sure that doesn’t help but… I mean it makes sense. I have some guilt about it and I couldn’t even help. I always think about things like maybe we should’ve split the teams up differently. Had you with Max or something, and so much could’ve been better… or even worse. That’s sadly the risk everyone makes with each choice. But again, there’s nothing wrong with that lingering guilt as long as you face it… right? Even if you need help from us to do so.”

You smiled at Robin as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders, leaning into a side hug. You rested your head against her shoulder, letting out a slow breath before your attention shifted to Steve walking out of the Wheeler house to make sure they had all the boxes.

“Hey, what are you two talking about?” Steve asked curiously, walking up to you two still sitting on his car.

“Oh, you know,” Robin muttered. “Numb little bugs.”

“Okay… you guys ready?” Steve asked, reaching out his hand to you to help you down which you took.

“I’m always ready to give a helping hand,” You answered.

“Of course you are,” Robin said, pushing herself off the trunk and to her feet as well. “But so am I.”

You laughed again before calling out to your brother. “Hey, Dusty. We’re gonna head to the school whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay,” He responded as you pulled open the passenger side door. That’s when someone called out to you.

You looked to see it was Nancy. “Y/N, could I talk with you quickly?”

You nodded your head and closed the door again, moving away from the vehicle to talk privately with your former friend.

“This might seem… you know, too little too late,” Nancy muttered. “But I hope you’re okay… You know with everything. Barb, Billy… Eddie, Vecna… and how I treated you when you came back. That was shitty of me, and I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah it was pretty shitty of you,” You replied.

“I didn’t… you tried to explain everything and I didn’t care to listen,” Nancy explained. “I never thought about how painful it must’ve been to deal with Barb’s death on your own in a completely new place. I didn’t think about it until I knew I had already broken your trust.”

You didn’t know how to respond. Yeah, you had always wanted Nancy to apologize, to maybe go back to the way things were. But there was something in the back of your head that refused to allow you to let go just yet.

“Yeah… when was that?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest almost to protect yourself again. “When did you realize the type of pain I might’ve been through?”

Nancy cleared her throat, “Before the end of junior year.”

You chuckled, “I’m sorry, this is gonna sound bitchy but you couldn’t apologize then. You had to wait until the end of the world to wrap up all your business? Leave no stone unturned?”

“I know it seems like it, but I promise you that’s not the reason. I just… I couldn’t build up the confidence to face you with it.”

“Nance, when have I ever been intimidating?” You asked, turning your tone to a much softer and quieter one.

“Since you came back.”

“So about the same time that you did as well,” You pointed out, pulling a soft smile across Nancy’s face. “I… I can accept your apology, but I’m not quite back to being at a friends level yet. I really want to, I do… and I genuinely care for you. But it will take me more time to completely trust you again. And it’s not because of what happened with Barb. Or the fact that you have changed so much into a strong, powerful, gun-wielding woman. It’s because junior year, you broke my trust and our friendship and honestly my heart. And.. I don’t know, that’s probably how you feel about me. Especially with stuff that happened between me and Steve. But I can tell you that this new Nancy is growing on me.”

“Well, if it helps, I think that you and Steve work well together,” Nancy said, smiling at you. “You’re an intelligent, level-headed person that he needs, but he’s changed and he’s always cared about you. So, I wouldn’t worry about that.”

“Okay,” You returned the smile. “So, decent terms.”

“Decent terms,” Nancy agreed and the two of you shared a hug.

You moved back to the car, waving your brother over since the newly arrived group was probably going to head to the hospital after asking about Lucas. Dustin quickly walked to you, waving to his friends and you both got in the car to start heading to the school.

With only three boxes, you were quickly left without one as the group walked toward the school. You heard Steve shut the trunk of his car as you quickly pulled the box from Dustin.

“Hey,” He complained, hobbling toward you. “Come on, Y/N. I can do it.

“This is exactly how you treated me when I was a gimp,” You retorted. “So, I’m helping you, since you refused to get crutches. If you really want to not do it yourself, I can also help you walk.”

Dustin groaned at you but focused on walking with you as Steve caught up. You followed behind Robin as you all walked into the gym passing boards of missing persons, police officers, and people needing to use the space as a home.

Steve glanced to the space of nurses helping people with little ailments. It was part of the reason why you were so adamant to help. You didn’t get help here, you sought help at the hospital at the same time as Max. It was the reason why you could get anxiety meds at the same time. But when you had heard about the volunteers at the school, you had almost immediately made up your mind.

Robin stepped up to the relief donations table setting the box she was carrying down, you and Steve close behind her.

“Hi,” Robin greeted.

“Hi,” The woman behind the table responded.

“Uh, so these are blankets and sheets,” Robin explained referring to the box she carried. “And some… some clothes and… and some kids’ toys.”

“Wow, it’s already so organized,” The woman complimented. “We appreciate that. Do you want a tax receipt for it?”

“Um…” Robin muttered nervously. She glanced at Steve who was leaning against the table before looking back at the woman. “No. I don’t thin that we need one. Thank you, though. But is there anything else that we can do to help?”

The woman was shocked but she slowly smiled at you guys. She then split you off into different tasks and luckily you got to help Steve with the clothes. You quickly followed behind him and another volunteer who was walking quickly in front of the two of you.

“Okay, then we sort by age,” She explained. Steve paused to catch some clothes from falling to the ground while the woman continued. “We’ve got infants, girls, boys, men, women… Oh, if anything is in too bad shape, we really don’t want that.”

You were quickly put to the task of folding infant onesies, something that was needed, but nobody else wanted to do. You glanced over to see Steve smiling up at Robin finally getting along with her crush, and not worrying about an impression she might make. She was finally being herself. You couldn’t help but smile at Steve. He supported everyone in his life unconditionally and you absolutely adored it.

Your gaze shifted up to your brother, who was talking a seat next to someone and talking with him. You couldn’t tell who the man was with his back facing you. You turned your attention back to folding the baby clothes, occasionally getting a pair of small pants or even a cute nightgown.

You giggled to yourself when the feeling of being watched fell over you. “What are you going to do, Harrington? Stand there and gawk?”

You looked up to see Steve’s gaze shift quickly down to the last shirt in his hands. He added it to a pile. You started folding again as Steve grabbed more clothes to fold, purposely grabbing some that will place him next to you. 

“You never answered my question,” You muttered, glancing up to your boyfriend next to you.

When you looked up, he didn’t hesitate to latch his lips onto yours. You took a moment to process it before you pulled him closer to you by securing your arms around his neck. He broke the kiss just to peck your lips a couple more time, pulling laughter from you.

“Does that answer your question?” Steve asked, turning his attention back to the clothes he was supposed to be folding.

You lightly smacked him with the onesie you were still holding before answering. “Yes it does.”

He laughed at your childish behavior before grabbing the onesie you were holding to keep you close. He just smirked down at you and your red cheeks, but you decided to speak up.

“Do you want to know something?”

“Yeah, what is it?” Steve asked leaning slightly closer to you so you could tell him without too many eavesdropers.

“I love you.”

You saw Steve’s face starting to burn darker, and he just smiled at you. “You can’t just…” He sighed. “I love you too. Do you want to know why I was staring at you before?”

“Why?” You asked curiously.

“You know that dream that you overheard me telling Nancy in the RV?”

Busted, you thought to yourself. You nervously cleared your throat before answering, “Yeah.”

“Honestly, I first had that dream when I was dating Nancy,” Steve said. “But now I can only see you there next to me. Especially when I have seen you fold baby clothes.”

You dropped the tiny dress you were now holding, staring up at the man in shock. “Stop,” you whined feeling your face grow warm again.

“No,” Steve whined back, lightly kissing your cheek before moving around you, his hand sliding across your back as he moved. “I’ll get more clothes.”

You just smiled, trying to push the blush away from your cheeks as you finished out the pile of infant clothes you had. You looked up to find Steve’s gaze on you again, offering you a wide smile that you graciously returned.

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Ep. 16: I Tried. I Couldn’t.

Numb Little Bug Series

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

Word Count: 2,261 words

Warnings: Swearing, fighting demo-bats, demo-bats attacking, biting, injuries, blood, injured Dustin, pained screams, more blood, shaky hands, ANGST, death

A/N: Okay, I’m so sorry for this one. I could’ve made it worse but I also could’ve made it better. This is the other chapter that made me cry every time. Again, I’m sorry, but I hope you all still like it.

Story:

One bat took out the back tire of your bike and you fell into the strange dirt of the Upside Down. You rolled slightly in it, but not caring about the disgusting feeling of it. Still laying face down in the dirt, you looked up to see something that seemed familiar, sprouting a little shine of hope in your chest.

“No fucking way,” You muttered to yourself.

As you tried pushing yourself up to your feet, you felt one of the long tails of a bat wrap around your ankle and start dragging you back slightly. You let out a shocked groan, shifting to lay on your back to see where you were kicking at, just trying to get it to let you go before more bats decided to take a hold of your other limbs.

After a few more kicks, you were able to slip your foot out and you quickly scrambled to your feet and ran to your last hope.

You shifted your grip on the familiar wooden handle and lifted the barrel of the bat, not quite filled with nails but it’ll definitely help. You lifted it over your shoulder to start swinging for the fences. You easily hit the bats away from you, only focusing on the ones that got too close despite the swarm that started forming around you.

“Y/N! Eddie!” You heard your brother call out. You paused for a second to turn and look for your brother, confused as to how he got back to the Upside Down. That was enough time for you to be knocked back down to the ground.

A few creatures quickly moved toward you latching onto one of your sides, another taking a hold of your feet with its tail. The next one fastened its tail around your neck, cutting of your shriek of pain. You tried to swat them away, keeping anymore from biting into you until your heard a battle cry come charging toward you.

Most of the swarm flew off while Dustin hobbled toward you, cutting off the tail that held your legs and quickly moving to the one that held your neck as you continued to try and get the one to detached from your side.

You finally got the bat away when it tried to come back for another bite, Dustin swiftly sliced at it, cutting it from the ground. You pulled in a sucking breath after you loosened the tail around your neck enough and Dustin came back to finish the job. 

Your brother fell to the ground next to you, hugging you tightly as you slowly pushed yourself up to sit. You felt his shaky sobs as he gripped onto you.

“Why?” He cried out. “Why did you guys do that? Are you hurt?”

“Are you hurt?” You asked instead, remembering that he had been limping toward you. “Why did you come back?”

He didn’t answer and you didn’t pry. You knew why he came back and it was to make sure you and Eddie were okay, which at least you were. You sat there for a little longer, quietly hushing him and rocking slightly side to side, like how you comforted him when he was younger after a nightmare.

He suddenly looked up at you, a thought quickly coming to his mind, “Why did the bats all fly off when I charged at them?”

You paused to think about it for a second. You let out a gasp before stuggling to push yourself to your feet. Dustin struggled as well, but he was close behind you. Despite your own pain, you insisted that you help him, and act like a crutch for him. He rested his arm around you, allowing the two of you to move a little faster.

“Where are we going?”

“If you hunted in a swarm, where would you go?” You asked your brother, he thought about it for a few seconds and realized you were the one that got help.

“To less numbers… the easier prey,” He answered, pushing you to move faster.

You followed the screeches from the creatures, knowing that was where you’d probably find the missing team member. You turned the corner of a building and paused for a second when you saw how large the swarm was.

“Eddie!” Dustin yelled out as you both moved toward him.

“Eddie,” You joined, taking in painful breaths.

As you moved closer, you barely saw the man standing in the middle of the dust flying in the air.

“Come on,” you heard Eddie yell and you had to keep moving foward. You had to help him, at least for your brother’s sake. As you moved even closer, you stopped hearing him.

“Eddie!” You called out, you still felt so far away from him. It felt like miles, even if it was just feet. That’s when you heard his pained scream. You tried to move faster, but you felt youself growing weaker, slower.

“Dustin,” You muttered. “Can you walk? I need you to walk by yourself now, I’m sorry.”

“I can walk, Y/N,” Dustin quickly answered, trying to move away from you. He stood on his own but grabbed your hand. “You need to stay with me though.”

You nodded and continued walking behind your brother, toward the swarming bats.

Another yell eminated from the swarm prompting both of you to start moving faster again. You stared up at confusion though when suddenly the bats started to fall from the sky, dropping like flies.

You tilted you head as both you and your brother paused to watch in confusion.

“What…” you muttered, glancing to your brother before you both started moving again toward the pained, bleeding friend on the ground.

“Eddie! Eddie!”

Both you and Dustin were calling out to him, walking over the power-less bats, some still flailing on the ground.

“Oh god!” Dustin let out as you both fell to one of Eddie’s sides. Dustin held onto his friend, bleeding profusly on the ground while you tried to slow the blood loss by applying pressure. “Oh God, Eddie.”

“Dustin,” You muttered out, worry already making it difficult to see. “You need to stop moving him so I can try to slow the bleeding.”

“Bad, huh?” Eddie asked, earning a quick sniffle from you as you pushed down on his side, causing him to wince.

“No. You’re gonna be fine,” Dustin said. “We have a licensed lifeguard here but we just gotta get you to a hospital, okay?”

“Okay,” Eddie muttered, smiling up at the two of you.

“Are we trying to lift him?” You asked and Dustin nodded.

“All right, all right,” Dustin muttered as you trying to sit the man up, despite the pain he was probably going through.

“I think I just…” Eddie let out, causing you two to stop the action, laying the injuried man back down. “I think I just need a second, okay?”

“Okay,” Dustin complied.

You quickly tore any lose material from your clothes, ripping the hood off your head and quickly tugging it to shreds. Eddie started coughing a little as you delicately placed your hand on one of his side wounds again. You then tried to wrap the cloth around him, trying to push back the shakiness that you started to show.

It wasn’t Dustin’s hands that halted your movements, it was Eddie’s. You looked up at his face to see his gaze shifting between yours and Dustin’s. He settled on his younger friend.

“Hey, Dustin,” He let out weakly. “I need you to know, that you have the most badass sister in history.”

You placed the back of your hand against your mouth, the cleaner side of it but with little care about the dirt and blood. You caught your sob there as you tried to focus on stopping his bleeding again.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Dustin sobbed out, not even able to hide his pain.

You let out a groan that quickly turned to a sob, growing frustrated with yourself. You tightly tied one strand, quickly moving to another. You looked up at Eddie who smiled at both of you Hendersons.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” He asked.

“No, no, no, no,” Dustin quickly answered while another sob passed his lips. “You didn’t run.”

“I told you that you were pretty heroic,” You said, still pushing down on his wounds.

“We… we were,” Eddie quickly spat out, he sniffled before looking to Dustin again. “You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?”

“No, you’re gonna do that yourself,” Dustin cried, earning a shaky sob from you as well.

“Nah, man,” Eddie said, delicately placing his hand over yours again to get you to relax a little. You only sobbed at his touch, slowly looking back up to his face. “Say, ‘I’m gonna look after them.’”

Dustin shook his head at first, crying while he fidgeted with some of Eddie’s clothes. 

“Say it,” Eddie pushed.

You looked up to your brother as he let out a sob and tearfully spoke, “I’m… I’m gonna look after…”

He didn’t finish, but it got the point across. You sniffled again before shifting your hands to hold onto Eddie’s.

“Good,” Eddie answered, he looked to you and smiled. “Remember, you better not change, Y/N. Not even for Steve. Cause you still need to play D&D, you said you would even if it’s not my campaign.”

You could only nod in response, letting out a soft cry with your brother. But the next thing Eddie said really broke you.

“‘Cause I’m actually gonna graduate,” He said, pulling more tears from your eyes and a sniffle. Eddie just chuckled weakly. “I think it’s my year, Henderson. I think it’s finally my year.” Eddie sniffled a few times, “I love you, man.”

Dustin looked away, shifting his gaze to your hands that let go of Eddie’s again to continue addressing his wounds. He looked back up to Eddie, not ashamed of the tears falling from his eyes. “I love you too,” He responded, his voice shaky and barely falling past his lips. 

You watched tears fall down the side of Eddie’s face as he started choking a little and Dustin tried to readjust his friend.

“Eddie,” You brother muttered, as you tied another makeshift bandage around his waist. That’s when you notice how still Eddie became. “Eddie? Eddie! Come on!” You watched your brother shake his friend, but you felt the guitarist’s hand go limp over yours.

Your brother shook him again, “Eddie!”

You moved closer to your brother to try comforting him while you also cried. He quickly leaned against you, still holding on to his friend. He let out a broken cry into your shoulder as you let out a shaky breath, sobbing with your brother.

You felt the earth shake, worried about the portals that you had a feeling were expanding but all you could focus on was your brother, making sure he was alright as he continued to cry into you, pulling more sobs of your own out.

You were zoned out until you heard someone call out to you. You looked up with tears still streaming down your face to see the other group that ventured to the Upside Down with you.

“Y/N?” Steve’s voice cut through the air. “Dustin? Eddie?”

“Eddie?!” Nancy called out.

“Y/N/N?” Robin also shouted. “Dustin?!”

“Steve,” You let out, the call louder then you thought because he still heard you. He looked through the shabby yards to where you were still sitting with your brother and Eddie.

He quickly ran to you, being followed by Robin and Nancy.

“Oh my God,” Steve muttered softly, sliding to your side, quickly assessing the scene. “Wh-what happened?”

Robin and Nancy stared down at the two of you Hendersons, broken and sobbing as well as Eddie that Dustin was still holding close.

“We tried being heroes… being cute,” you sobbed, reaching out to Steve, while fresh tears falling again as sobs escaped your lips. He was able to see the blood still covering your hands, “I-I… I tried to save him. Steve… I tried. I couldn’t stop… the blood… the blood. There was too much.”

That’s when he could see your own bleeding side and he quickly picked up the strips of your hood that weren’t already covered in Eddie’s blood. He lifted up the bottom of your shirt to see how bad it was and to start addressing the injury.

“I know,” He said. He didn’t scold you for getting hurt, he didn’t yell at you about being a hero with Eddie and look where you two ended up. He didn’t need to, because he knew you were already going to blame yourself for this. You didn’t need any more ammo against yourself. “I know you tried. You did all you could.”

“But I didn’t,” You cried, resting your hands on Steve’s shoulder as he tied the strap together, tight enough to keep you from bleeding more while he got you to a doctor.

He looked up at you and quickly grabbed the sides of your face pushing away the tear with his thumbs despite the ones falling from his own eyes. “You did everything you could. You tried to help him before you even helped yourself. Okay? That’s all that matters. I know it hurts, but at least you tried.”

You sniffled and tried to take in an even breath but struggled through it. That’s when Steve was also able to see the red mark around your neck, showing just how much you’d been through. He pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly. You quickly returned it, sobs escaping you again.

Steve reached out to your brother as well bringing him into the tight hug that you both needed in that moment.

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You tried to memorize every different shade of brown he had in his hair and where each strand in his wavy locks were. You took note of the way it framed his face, shaped by him every morning in the style he wanted. The strong square jaw that he had was sprinkled with stubble that he wanted to grow out but constantly grew frustrated with. His soft lips that offered you cheesy grins, genuine smiles, and suggestive smirks as well as the most electric kisses you’ve ever shared. The way that his eyebrows and eyes spoke all of his emotions from the way they creased or raised. His eyes… the hazel eyes that stared at you so softly and caring regardless of the moments he grew aggravated with you. The love he had shined through every time he looked at you. You held onto every crease and corner of his face, even though you wanted to continue staring into the love-filled eyes he was showing you now. But you knew it eventually had to come to an end.

that part was so beautiful🥹🥹🥹

Awe… I’m so glad other people liked that.

I poured my soul into it and it was something I added after the fact when I was reading through it later.

Thank you so much! 💖🥲

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Ep. 15: Separate Ways

Numb Little Bug Series

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

Word Count: 3,227 words

Warnings: Swearing, impending doom, going through gate, sarcasm, splitting up, boarding up trailer, rocking guitar solo, the bat creatures, being a hero with Eddie

A/N: Now things will start getting really serious again… luckily there isn’t much in this chapter aside from more Eddie moments with Dustin and Y/N.

Story:

You nervously fidgeted with the new hood that rested on your head and stared down at your own new combat boots that Steve grabbed for you. The impending doom sat thickly in the RV as Steve drove down the road, This time you placed yourself in the comfort of the passenger seat, partially offered to you by Nancy. You glanced at Steve, getting him to look at you and offering a tight smile.

You didn’t like everything about the plan and you knew he didn’t either. But at this point, it’s too late to change things up.

He stopped in front of the Creel home, letting the first group out. Before Max climbed off though, she stared out the door at the abandoned home. You glanced up to see her still there and you stood. She was quick, and you almost weren’t prepared for it. She knew what you were going to offer her and it’s what she was waiting for. She wrapped her arms around your waist, a tight hug that you graciously returned.

You had always been there for her, since moving to Hawkins. You placed yourself in harm's way for her, time and time again. Offered her rides home, and made her laugh on days she thought she would never laugh again.

“You’re are the bravest girl I know,” You whispered to her. “I know what you can do. So, I hope to see you on the other side of all this.”

“Please don’t get hurt.” It was all Max could ask from you.

“You know I can’t promise you that,” You muttered. “But I’ll try.”

The hug broke and Max stepped off to join the Sinclairs. They waved at the RV as Steve continued the trip, heading back for the trailer park.

You glanced at the steering wheel, watching Steve’s left hand nervously grip and readjust his hand over and over again. You reached out for his closer, right hand which he quickly held onto, bringing it up and lightly kissing the back of yours.

"We'll be okay," He said to you, almost like he was trying to reassure himself more than you.

You all jogged toward the Mudson trailer once again, entering quickly mainly to keep Eddie hidden and all of your makeshift weapons.

“Be careful,” Dustin blurted out quickly.

“Thanks, buddy. Here goes nothing,” Steve said, before grabbing the sheet rope and climbing back into the Upside Down. Right before he was weighed down too much by the gravity on the other side, he was able to flip, landing on his feet.

He glanced up at you all staring up at him and shrugged at you before walking away to grab a mattress.

“Oh, what does he want us to do, applaud?” Robin muttered sarcastically. She glanced at you as you continued to stare up at the hole, barely keeping yourself composed after that move. You had to tell yourself to close your mouth before someone saw. Robin just broke into a smile at your continued infatuation with your boyfriend.

“All right,” Steve called up to you all after getting the mattress and placing it similar to the one on your side. “Let’s go.”

Nancy was the next through, which Robin help boost her up through the gate, pulling a smirk onto your own lips at the friendship that the two formed. Steve helped Nancy up after landing on the mattress before you sent their supplies and weapons through.

Eddie was next, still as shocked with the switch as before, Steve helping him up as well.

Then it was his shield, followed by Robin with a short shriek, also not used to it.

You pursed your lips while staring up at the hole, still in normal Hawkins. You leaned toward your brother to whisper to him. “Why didn’t they have us go in the middle and split up those four? We’re the two that haven’t traveled through a gate yet.”

You heard Dustin laugh at your comment, having an idea of the reason, “Either they hope we’d back out or they don’t think things like that through.”

You giggled, pushing your brother’s head to move him toward the rope, basically saying it was his turn. He threw some more supplies through like the spears and Robin’s bag, before climbing through himself.

You double-checked your surroundings after sending the last two shields through. 

“Quit delaying, Y/N,” Steve called out to you. “It’s your turn.”

You let out a slow breath before stepping up to the rope that everyone had used before you. You pulled yourself up it with a soft grunt. You tugged yourself through the gate, suddenly making the climb easier. You felt your hair shift directions and before you knew it, you landed on the mat. You forced a breath into your lungs after the short fall pushed all the air out. Steve offered you his hand, just like he did with everyone else which you gladly accepted.

He pulled you up to your feet with ease and you just smiled at him as he held onto your hand. You made the spontaneous decision then to memorize every inch of his face, every quirk, every feature.

You tried to memorize every different shade of brown he had in his hair and where each strand in his wavy locks were. You took note of the way it framed his face, shaped by him every morning in the style he wanted. The strong square jaw that he had was sprinkled with stubble that he wanted to grow out but constantly grew frustrated with. His soft lips that offered you cheesy grins, genuine smiles, and suggestive smirks as well as the most electric kisses you’ve ever shared. The way that his eyebrows and eyes spoke all of his emotions from the way they creased or raised. His eyes… the hazel eyes that stared at you so softly and caring even in the few moments he grew aggravated with you. The love he had shined through every time he looked at you. You held onto every crease and corner of his face, even though you wanted to continue staring into the love-filled eyes he was showing you now. But you knew it eventually had to come to an end.

Steve chuckled at you before picking up your weapons and handing them to you.

The group walked out of the trailer, Nancy and Robin followed by Steve, then you, Dustin, and Eddie. That’s when Steve stopped to talk to you three since you all decided to split the groups down the middle.

“Hey, guys, listen,” He started. “If things here start to go south, I mean, at all, you abort. Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna.” He pointed at you. “Don’t try to be cute.” He then pointed to the other two. “Or be a hero or something. Okay, you guys are just-”

“Decoys,” Dustin said with Steve. “Don’t worry. You can be the hero, Steve.”

“Absolutely, I mean, look at us,” Eddie commented. “We are not heroes.”

“Awe,” you cooed, pulling both Eddie and your brother toward you in side hugs. “I’d say we’re pretty heroic.”

“I especially mean you,” Steve said, earning an innocent grin from you before he started to move away from you three.

“Hey, Steve,” Eddie called out causing the man to stop once more. “Make him pay.”

Steve just nodded in response before he stole another glance at you and started walking away again. This time you called out to him, the person who he wanted to stop him the first time.

“Steve,” You said, quickly moving toward him. He turned back and you swiftly pulled him down toward you, kissing him. After a few seconds for him to register, he quickly responded, resting his hands on your side to pull you closer. When the kiss broke, you rested your forehead against his, “you need to be careful too.”

“I will,” Steve replied, resting both hands on your face. “But I want to kill this bastard after he hurt you. He has it coming.”

You could only nod, tensing your jaw to stop the welling tears. His nose rubbed against yours slightly as he kissed you again, lingering a little before the two groups spilt for their separate missions.

You three quickly got to work cutting a chainlink fence, moving the posts, and securing it around the trailer, providing extra protection. You and Dustin held onto some metal sheets while Eddie drilled it in on the top, standing on a ladder. He then passed it down the line to further secure the slab.

You continued to cover any weak spots of the trailer with the sheets, mainly holes and windows with the help of Dustin while Eddie started securing the chain link fence around you guys.

Once finished you all stepped back to look at the masterpiece you threw together as quickly as you could.

“Not bad,” Eddie commented.

“Not bad at all,” Dustin added.

“Meh,” You shrugged. “Could  be better but we’re limited on time… and resources.”

Eddie looked down at your brother before looking up to you. He smirked and let out a chuckle before lightly nudging Dustin’s arm who was standing in between you two.

“Now for the fun part,” He said.

You walked into the trailer, following Eddie into his room. When he pushed open the door he paused to gawk at his mounted guitar.

“Jesus Chr…” His commented faded away from his lips, earning chuckles from you and Dustin.

“It’s like… she was destines for an alternate dimension,” Eddie commented slowly walking toward the guitar. “What do you say, Hendersons?” He asked then picked up his guitar off the wall. He looked back at you two. “Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?”

“That a rhetorical question?” Dustin asked as Eddie put the guitar strap over his head.

“You better rock this world to its core,” You simply answered, earning an excited smile from the musician. 

“Let’s do it,” He said, before swing the guitar over his shoulder so it rested on his back.

You secured the extension chord on the roof, ready to plug in the amp when given the signal. You crouched next to your brother when the static of the radio caught your attention moments before a voice cut through.

“She’s in. Initiate phase three,” Robin said over the radio which Dustin quickly responded to.

“Copy that. Initiating phase three,” He said, before plugging the amp into an extension cord and you quickly turned the amp up. “Let’s hope they hear this.”

You nodded to Eddie and he sent you a smirk, ready for the biggest performance of his life. “Chrissy, this is for you,” He muttered before strumming the first chord of the song and quickly moving to the tabs.

Your jaw nearly dropped as he played “Master of Puppets” by Metalica one of the most metal and difficult guitar songs you’ve heard.

Dustin bopped along to it, smiling toward Eddie and his eyes filled with adoration.

You could tell Eddie was focused on the solo, making sure he played all the right notes and chords eventually for the audience.

You watched as Dustin mimicked Eddie’s head banging, still smiling brightly at the guitarist. The thunder and lightning in the background just made everything Eddie was doing look so much cooler as he continued to play without a break or pause.

Dustin stared through the binoculars to search for the bats, finally spotting them after a couple glances. “Eddie!” He yelled. “We gotta lock down in T-minus 30 seconds!”

Eddie just nodded but continued playing, you could make out the creatures in the distance without the binoculars but Dustin continued using them.

“T-minus 20,” He yelled holding up the numbers so Eddie understood in case he couldn’t hear over his guitar.

That was Eddie’s cue to start a ferocious guitar riff, playing the fastest part of the guitar solo throughout the original song. You had to sit and watch in awe again for a few seconds as he shredded the solo.

“T-minus ten!” Your brother yelled, spurring you into your next step of the lock down.

“Five,” Dustin yelled, as the end of the solo approached. “One!”

Eddie ended his solo with a single chord that resinated through the amp. You three quickly hopped off the roof, you stood in the vehicle to help your brother down.

“Go, go,” You said, pushing your brother toward the hood of the car toward the ground. You moved behind him, knowing Eddie wasn’t going to let you go last.

“Move, move, move,” Eddie yelled, jumping down behind you as you all climbed down from the car and quickly rushed into the open gate door that stood around the front door of the trailer.

“Eddie, come on!” Dustin yelled to the last person.

“Go, go!”

“Shit, shit, shit,” you and Dustin muttered. Eddie stepped into the gated area and slammed the door shut after Dustin yelled at him to.

One of the bats flew straight into the fence, latching onto the chain. You jumped back from it as it shriek at you three.

“Hurry! Come on!” Dustin yelled at the two of you as you slowly followed the kid into the actual trailer and closed the second door for protection.

Eddie let out a few sighs, finally giving himself a chance to breath.

You and Dustin were breathing heavy as well. You tried to swallow some air, essentially an attempt to calm down faster.

Dustin didn’t care as much, he had to get his comment out. “Dude! Most metal ever!”

“Oh my… Oh my God,” Eddie joined in the yelling with Dustin and the two started jumping in excitement before they stopped to yell through the trailer.

After the two stopped, Eddie looked at you with his cheesy grin still plastered on his face, “Awe, come on Henderson. You need to let loose a little. Have some fun.”

“I will,” You answered. “But how about we do that after all of this is over.” You then handed the dangerous shield to Eddie, still offering him a smile though.

The three of you stood with your backs to each other, slowly circling the living room and trying to cover all of your sides. You held tightly onto the makeshift shield and spear as you listened to the swarm of bats, purposely slamming against the walls of the building you were in.

You could feel the shallow breaths your brother was pulling in against your side as you slowed the spinning as the noise outside started to fade. 

“Hey dipshits,” Dustin yelled, trying to make sure the bats stayed with you three instead of flying back to Vecna’s lair.

You and Eddie hushed your brother quickly.

“Is that really necessary?” Eddie whispered his question, getting Dustin’s attention.

Dustin didn’t answer because there was some clattering outside. It sounded like one of the bats landed on the roof. You stared up at the vines on the ceiling, following them around the room and hoping that you had found all the weak points of entry in the trailer.

“They’re on the roof,” Eddie muttered, slowly lifting the spear. You adjusted your grip on the shield, holding it a little tighter.

You heard your brother’s spiel of “Shits” as you took the lead down the narrow path in the mobile home. You slowly followed the noise of the creatures above you, you paused when you found what looked like a vent in the ceiling.

“Oh, fuck,” You let out.

“They can’t get in through there, can they?” Dustin asked.

The creature didn’t give time to answer as it broke through the spot, causing you all to jump back as it shieked down at you. You all yelled back at it and Dustin was the first to shove the spear toward the creature, hoping to injury it enough to back away. It only prompted more bats to try and get though. You and Eddie joined, as your brother started yelling die at the bats.

You and Dustin continued stabbing the bats when suddenly Eddie stopped.

“Eddie!” You yelled, focused on keeping the creatures at bay.

“We need you!” Dustin added.

“Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” Eddie yelled moving toward the hole and shoving his shield against the hole, keeping it there to cover the hole as well.

You tried to let out a slow breath but you couldn’t stop your panting long enough. You lightly patted your brother’s shoulder. Eddie let out heavy breaths as well before looking down at the two of you.

“Holy shit. Holy shit,” Eddie breathed out. 

“Nice,” Dustin commented.

“Thanks,” Eddie quickly accepted, the two sharing a high five before Dustin let out a sigh of exhaustion.

You stood a little straighter, hearing the creatures continue to call to each other outside, “Are there any other vents?”

“Oh, shit,” Eddie muttered before he jumped down. 

The mobile home quickly filled with a cacophony of shits from your two partners as you followed Eddie down the hallway. The second you walked into his room, the bats burst in as well, quickly swarming around.

“Shit,” Eddie let out again before pushing you back and quickly closing the door. You and Dustin quickly moved back down the hallway while Eddie slowly backed away from his door, watching as splinters and cracks slowly formed from the bats slamming against it.

“Get back, get back!” You yelled to your brother, ushering him toward the sheet rope. You still held onto your shield while Eddie picked up the one Dustin discarded before.

“That’s not gonna hold!” Dustin yelled.

“Let’s go! Let’s go!” Eddie yelled.

“Climb, Dustin!” You added, helping the youngest member up and through the gate. You watched as he made it through, falling to the mat on the other side.

You moved your gaze away from the gate and to Eddie when a sudden crash emanated from the closed door. “Eddie, come on,” You called out, hearing your brother repeat you seconds later.

You continued to stand your ground as Eddie started climbing the rope, pausing when another loud crash pulled his gaze back toward his alternate-dimension bedroom door.

“Eddie, come on! Let’s go!” Dustin yelled. “Eddie, you’re so close! Eddie! Let’s go!”

You looked up and saw the hesitation in Eddie’s face before he looked up at your brother. He looked back at you and you gave him a curt nod, shifting your gaze to pick the spear up that he had just thrown down.

Eddie slid back down the rope and you discreetly handed him the spear.

“You sure about this, Henderson?” Eddie asked you softly.

“Yeah,” You answered, still staring at the door, bracing for the moment the creatures break the only thing keeping them away from you. “You have to decide quickly though.”

“Eddie,” You heard Dustin again as Eddie stole another glance up at the kid. “Y/N?”

You couldn’t bare to look at your brother, not right now.

“Eddie!” Dustin yelled, when the man moved away from the rope. His tone begging, wanting you two to follow him back to safety. You finally looked up at your brother offering a tight smile. “What are you two doing? Eddie, no!” Your brother exclaimed as Eddie lifted the spear and cut the rope at the middle, causing both sides to drop to the ground.

“Y/N! Eddie!” You heard your brother call out to you as you moved to help Eddie with the mattress, making sure your brother wouldn’t try coming back to this side. “No, you guys. Stop! Eddie, stop! Y/N, stop! Stop, stop, stop! What are you doing?”

You heard his pleas and finally looked back up at your distraught brother.

“We’re buying more time,” Eddie answered.

“No!” Dustin yelled in response.

“We’ll be fine,” You added.

“Y/N, please,” Dustin yelled. “Don’t try to be a hero.”

It was the last thing you heard as you and Eddie ran out of the house.

“Split the difference?” You asked as both you and Eddie ran to get on a bike.

“You mean go in different directions?” Eddie asked and you nodded your head. “Alright, Miss Henderson, see you on the other side.”

You and Eddie shared a quick fist bump before turning to start your two races, the swarm of creatures already after the two of you.

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Ep. 14: Don’t Ya, Big Boy

Numb Little Bug Series

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

Word Count: 3,516 words

Warnings: Swearing, dark vision, plan forming, Vecna weaknesses, Max being bait, weapon store, hicks, hot wiring, grand theft auto, crushed Robin, weapon making, Dustin and Eddie moment, fluff, little angst

A/N: Alright, so this series is quickly coming to an end. But I guess that what happens when I switched to every day posts. At the end of this one it gets cute with Dustin and Eddie. It’s overall a pretty neutral chapter aside from Robin being crushed which still hurts. But enjoy.

Story:

You sat between Steve and Eddie on the couch, across from Nancy as she started explaining everything she was shown.

“He showed me things that haven’t happened yet,” Nancy said, her words soft. “The most awful things. I saw a dark cloud spreading over Hawkins. Downtown on fire. Dead soldiers. And this… giant creature with… a gaping mouth and this creature wasn’t alone. There were so many monsters. An army. And they were coming into Hawkins. Into our neighborhoods. Our homes. And then… he showed me my mom and Holly. Mike. And they…” She started crying and had to push through it. “They were all…”

“Okay, but… he’s just trying to scare you, Nance,” Steve tried rationalizing. “Right? It’s what he’s done with Max and Y/N. I mean, it’s not real.”

“Not yet,” Nancy whispered. “But there… there was something else. He showed me gates. Four gates. Spreading across Hawkins. And these gates… looked like the one outside of Eddie’s trailer, but… they didn’t stop growing. And this wasn’t the Upside Down Hawkins. This was our Hawkins. Our home.”

Steve nervously fidgeted with his hands in front of his face, and you delicately reached out toward them, trying to console his nerves while also reliving your own. Steve quickly held onto your hand between his two large ones, lightly placing a kiss on the back of your hand which also slowed your heart rate a little.

“Four chimes,” Max spoke up, pulling everyone’s attention to her. “Venca’s clock. It always chimes four times. Four exactly.”

You thought it back through, counting the times you heard it in your head. You let out a slow breath, “The answer has been right in front of our faces.”

“I heard them, too,” Nancy admitted.

“Yeah… he’s been telling us his plan this whole time,” Max continued.

“Four kills,” Lucas made the connection as well. “Four gates. End of the world.”

You felt Steve hold onto your hand tighter as Dustin spoke up.

“If that’s true… he’s only one kill away.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Eddie muttered rubbing down his face with both hands. “Jesus Christ.”

“Try ‘em again, try ‘em again,” Steve said to Max who moved to the landline and typed in the Byer’s new phone number.

“Anything?” Dustin asked.

“No,” Max said. “Rang a few times, then went to busy signal.”

“Maybe you punched it in wrong,” Steve suggested. “Try again.”

“I didn’t punch it in wrong,” Max defended herself.

“Well, I don’t know,” Steve responded.

“Dude, I think she knows how to use a phone,” Dustin whispered.

“I’m just saying, she could’ve typed it in wrong,” Steve muttered.

Max typed it in again and listened to the line for a few seconds before hanging up again, “Same shit.”

“How is that possible?” Lucas asked.

“I told you, Joyce has this telemarketer job,” Dustin explained. “She’s always on the phone. “Mike won’t stop whining about it.”

“Wait, yeah… but this phone’s been busy for, what, three days now?” Max asked. “That’s not Joyce. No way. Something’s wrong.”

“She’s right,” Nancy admitted, standing and moving around. She eventually moved toward the window. “It can’t be just coincidence. It can’t be. Whatever’s happening in Lenora is connected to all of this. I’m sure of it. But Vecna can’t hurt them. Not if he’s dead.” Nancy turned to you all with newfound determination. “We have to go back in there. Back to the Upside Down.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Steve started.

“Nope,” Eddie quickly said with Steve.

“No, no, no, no. What?” Steve pushed himself off of the couch. “No, no, no, no. Let’s think this through.”

“What is there to think through?” Nancy asked the two facing each other.

“We barely made it out of there in one piece.”

“Yeah, because we weren’t prepared,” Nancy explained. “But this time, we will be. We’ll get weapons and protection. We’ll go through the gate, we’ll find his lair, and we’ll kill him.”

“Or he’ll kill us,” Steve pointed out. “The only reason you survived is because he wanted you to. He’s not scared of us.”

“And for good reason,” Robin added, standing up from the floor. “We were wrong about Vecna… Henry… One. Sorry, what are we calling him now?”

“One,” Dustin and Lucas answered.

“Vecna,” Erica contributed.

“Henry,” You and Max said.

“Right,” Robin sighed but continued her ramble. “We’ve learned something new about Vecna - slash - Henry - slash - One. He’s a number like Eleven. Only a sick, evil, male, child-murdering version of her with really bad skin. But my… my point is, he’s super powerful. He could turn us inside out with a snap of his fingers. It’s not a fair fight.”

“Then why fight fair?” Dustin suggested. “You’re right. He’s like Eleven. But that gives us an upper hand. We know Eleven’s strengths. And weaknesses.”

“Weaknesses?” Erica asked.

“When El remote travels, she goes into this sort of trance-like state,” Dustin explained. “I bet the same is true of Vecna.”

“That would explain what he was doing in the attic,” Lucas pointed out.

“Exactly,” Dustin said. “When he attacks his next victim, I’ll bet you he’s back in that attic, physical body defenseless.”

“Defenseless?” Steve asked, before gesturing to the mark still prominent around his neck. “What about the army of bats?”

“True. We’ll have to find a way past them,” Dustin said. “Distract them somehow.”

Eddie started to stand from the couch, “And, uh, how do we do that, exactly?”

“No idea,” Dustin quickly answered, causing Eddie to return to his seat on the couch. “But once they’re gone, he doesn’t stand a chance. It’ll be like slaying sleeping Dracula in his coffin.”

“That all sounds good in theory, but there is no pattern to Vecna’s killings,” Robin pointed out. “At least not one that I can decipher. We don’t know when he’s going to attack next. We don’t even know who he’s going to attack.”

“Yeah, we do,” You said, propping your feet up on the couch to pull your knees to your chest. Everyone looked at you but you glanced over your shoulder to Max standing against the doorway.

“I can still feel him,” Max muttered. “Probably stronger than Y/N. I think you were a safety net in case someone like me got by the first round. Then he wouldn’t have to go back to me. But now that you’re out and safe as well. He’s going to go back and forth between us until he can get one of us. But both of us are still marked. Cursed. I ditch Kate Bush, I draw his focus back to me.”

“Max, you can’t,” Lucas muttered. “He’ll kill you.”

“I survived before,” Max insisted. “I can survive again. I just… I need to keep him busy for long enough so that you guys can get into that attic. Then you can chop his head off. Stab him in the heart. Blow him up with some explosive Dustin cooks up. I honestly… I really don’t care how you put this asshole in his grave. Just… whatever it is… whatever you do… try not to miss.”

“Y/N, you’re letting her do this,” Dustin said, baffled but also not wanting it to be you.

“I don’t want her to,” You answered. “But she was insistent and explained she’d be safe. Keep herself safe. Then when I offered instead, she just pointed to you and Steve, saying you two wouldn’t let me.”

“That’s a fair point,” Steve confirmed.

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“Check this out,” Eddie said, slamming a newspaper on the table and pointing to a square ad. “The War Zone. I’ve been there once. It’s huge. They got everything you need for, uh… well, killing things basically.”

“You think fake Rambo has enough guns there?” Robin asked, staring down at the paper. “Is that a grenade? I mean, how is any of this legal?”

“The second amendment,” you simply answered.

“Lucky for us, it is, so…” Eddie continued. “This… this place is just far enough outside of Hawkins. As long as we steer clear of main roads, we oughta be able to avoid cops and, uh, angry hicks.”

“If we’re trying to avoid angry hicks,” Erica spoke up. “Maybe we shouldn’t go to some store called the War Zone.”

“Normally, I’d agree, but we need the weapons. So, I think it’s worth the risk,” Nancy said.

“Me too,” Lucas added.

“Yeah, but is it worth the time?” Dustin asked. “It’ll take all day to bike there and back.”

“Who said anything about bikes?” Eddie asked.

“What? You got some sorta car we don’t know about?” Steve asked, causing Eddie to stand straight up to look straight at Steve.

“It’s not exactly a car, Steve,” Eddie answered. “And it’s not exactly mine. But, uh… it’ll do. Hey, red, uh… you got a ski mask or a bandanna, something like that?”

Max raised her eyebrow before walking off to get something. She came back with a Michael Myers mask that Eddie quickly slid on.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” His voice was muffled through the mask but he quickly led the group out of Max’s trailer.

He peaked around the corner of another home, searching for eyes and eventually he waved everyone on with him, rushing across the yard to hide behind another building from anyone who might still be around.

He led the group around an RV before sliding down the vehicle and pushing open one of the side windows before pulling himself through.

“This is what he meant?” You whispered to Steve as he moved to the window as well.

He just shrugged in response, “I mean, the man’s wanted for a murder he didn’t do. He really can’t get any lower than that.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond because Steve quickly pulled himself through the window behind Eddie. Steve looked down at you from the window, “Let’s go. It’s your turn, goodie-two-shoes.”

You wrinkled your nose up at your boyfriend before he helped you into the vehicle. Once you got in, you found Eddie already sitting at the driver’s wheel, cutting and messing with wires. You watched in amazement as Steve stared confused at the man.

“Where’d you learn how to do this?” Steve asked.

“Well, when the other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hot-wire,” Eddie answered.

“Yeah, well mine didn’t teach me anything,” You muttered, originally as a joke but the two guys close to you gave you a sad sympathetic look. “I was… it was a joke.”

Eddie chuckled, turning his attention back to the wires. “Well, I swore to myself I wouldn’t wind up like he did, but now I’m wanted for murderd, and soon, grand theft auto. So, uh, I’m really living up to that Munson name.”

“Uh, Eddie,” Robin called out, leaning against your shoulder, resting her head against yours as well. “I’m not sure I love the idea of you driving.”

“Oh, I’m just starting this sucker,” Eddie clarified. “Harrington’s got her. Don’t ya, big boy.”

You tilted your head at Eddie, glancing at Steve as he tried to think of anything to say after that. Suddenly, Eddie was able to start the engine with a pop from the muffler and the radio blasting “Up Around the Bend.”

“What the Hell!” The lady out front yelled, catching everyone’s attention. “Hey! Open this door!”

“Hey!”

“They locked the door!”

Eddie got up, allowing Steve to jump over the back and into the seat while you and Robin moved to the back of the RV to try and find a safe place.

“Everybody hang on to something!” Steve yelled and you took a seat by Robin.

“Drive, Steve! Drive!” You heard your brother yell.

“Go, go, go,” Robin joined in and Steve pressed down on the pedal, lurching the vehicle forward.

“Shit, they look pissed,” Dustin commented after looking out the back window.

“I mean, it’s not every day you lose your house and car in one fell swoop,” Robin commented.

“Hold on! Hold on!” Steve suddenly yelled before cranking the wheel to get the vehicle out of the grass and on the road, knocking over a trash can in the process.

You started to laugh as you held onto your seat, Robin joining in with your laughter once you both knew you were out of the woods.

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You were just resting your eyes, but still listening to the quiet conversations around you. Robin let your head rest on her shoulder if it meant you were comfortable and that much closer to some sleep.

That’s when you started to hear Steve talk with Nancy.

“Yeah, it’s… it’s silly, but I… I’ve actually…” Steve started. “I always had this dream that I’d have like this really… really big family. I’m talking like, uh, a full brood of Harringtons. Like five, six kids.”

“Six?” She asked in disbelief

“Yeah, six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys,” He confirmed. “And- and every summer, I figured all of us Harrington’s, we’d pack into something like this and just see the country. You know, the Rockies, Grand Canyon, and Yellowstone. End up in a beachside town in California. Spend a week parked in the sand. Learn how to surf or something.”

“That sounds nice,” Nancy muttered.

You started nervously bounding your leg, telling Robin that you were still conscious and that you were probably listening into the conversation that was supposed to be just the two. She would have to admit though that she was listening as well.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Nancy repeated before continuing. “Well, um, except for the six-kid part. That sounds like a total nightmare.”

“If only I had some practice,” Steve said sarcastically, motioning to the group of kids in the rest of the trailer. His glance back allowed him to see you, eyes still closed resting against Robin, the smile on Robin’s face was one that she definitely tried to hide though.

“Alright, fair. That’s fair,” Nancy agreed.

The conversation paused for a few seconds, enough time for Robin to whisper to you.

“You were doing so well,” She said. “But your leg gave you away.”

You instantly stopped bouncing your leg, earning a snort of laughter from Robin as a smile broke across your lips.

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A small group of you guys walked into the store, following Erica in.

“So, much for avoiding angry hicks,” Robin muttered.

“Let’s be… fast,” Nancy suggested.

“Please,” You added.

“Definitely,” Erica confirmed before splitting into different directions.

You knew that you weren’t going to stray far and that Steve wasn’t going to let you either. You stayed with Robin when Steve left to grab some clothes and you pulled a container of a flammable liquid off the shelf.

“How many of these do you think we need?” Robin asked as you dropped another in the cart.

“Five or six,” Steve said reaching for another one to add, causing you to jump at his sudden presence.

You looked at him, “That wasn’t…uh… stop. Don’t sneak up on someone who nearly died less than 24 hours ago like that.”

“Sorry,” He said with a smirk on his lips. He then reached for more canisters while you were able to look at his new attire.

He had a camo shirt on, mostly covered by a brown leather jacket with patches down the sleeves. Even though his gray sweatpants didn’t match the aesthetic of the outfit, he was still somehow pulling it off and you struggled to pull your gaze away from him.

Luckily, he didn’t notice you drooling over him, instead, his gaze fell to Robin’s stare at her crush who also happened to be at the store. “What are you going to do Robin? Just stand here and gawk at her?”

“Shut up,” Robin said, almost before he finished his question. She took a step but that’s when some guy ran up and grabbed Vickie, playfully scaring her.

“Jesus, you scared me,” She commented looking up at the guy you found oddly familiar but couldn’t recognize.

“Whoa. You gonna mace me with that?” The guy asked.

“If it keeps you in line, yeah.”

The two kissed and you could see that Robin’s heart was torn from her chest. Her eyes were dull but she could get herself to look away from the scene in front of her. You rested your hand on her arm, telling her that you can all go whenever she’s ready. Your heart pained for her, knowing how much she’s been struggling with her recent crush on Vickie.

“See? Not so scary,” The guy said before kissing down the side of Vickie’s face. That’s when the musician noticed Robin.

Robin quickly moved away from you two after the guy looked your way as well. She didn’t slow down despite you two calling out to her.

You turned the cart around to get your broken friend. You paused though, reaching out to stop Steve with you. He looked down at you wrinkling his forehead at your action.

You pointed to the side, allowing him to peek around and see members of the basketball team, “we have to go. We have to go now.”

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“What happened?” Lucas asked as you all rushed into the RV.

“We gotta go,” Steve said.

“What happened?”

“You’re old friends are here,” Erica explained.

“Shit.”

“Let’s go! Let’s go!” Dustin yelled.

“I’m going! I’m going! Sit down!” Steve yelled back.

Once on the road everyone allowed themselves to relax a little more.

You and Robin were on the couch that was perpendicular to the driver’s seat and behind it. You were sitting with your back to the wall, facing the front of the vehicle while Robin laid back on you comfortable between your legs for your usual therapy session to talk about her crush.

“Honestly, it’s better this way,” Robin muttered. “Makes me fall back to reality on the brink of the world ending.”

“Robin,” you muttered pushing her bangs up to look down at her face. “You are allowed to be upset. You know that, right?”

“Why? I didn’t have anything with her,” Robin explained. “Just a stupid crush.”

“Not a stupid crush… you liked someone with similar interests,” you defended. “Plus Steve and I didn’t help with things like his Fast Times theory. Probably raised your hopes more than you admitted.”

Robin chuckled, smiling up at you. “Yeah, that did get my hopes up a little. Even if it was an awkward conversation.”

You wrinkled your nose down at your close friend before hugging her tightly. “Just know that people are missing out on you, not the other way around.”

That’s when the RV stopped at an open field for the next steps of the plan to be put together.

You nailed together another shield, three total put together with trash can lids and wood stakes.

“How's she feeling?” Dustin asked, when Eddie lifted it to test the protective weapon, he tilted it down before answering.

“Light. But durable,” He said. “Deadly. But reliable.”

He dropped the shield down to his side as Dustin chuckled up at one of his heroes. Eddie rested his food on one of the crates used to make the shield. He extended his free hand over Dustin.

“Hear me now,” Eddie said dramatically before lifting his hand above his head. “There will be no more retreating…” His voice went normal as he took a step away from you two. “From Eddie the Banished.”

Dustin stood up with his own shield and you could only watch in amusement. “Hey, you’re really ready for bat-tle,” Dustin commented, emphasizing his pun. You were able to keep a straight face until you heard him laugh at his own joke. You covered your mouth with a hand to catch your own laugh. “You get it? ‘Bat-tle’ B-A-T. No?”

“You’re the reason he does this,” Eddie said, pointing to you and then to Dustin. “You encourage his jokes.”

The two placed their shields to the ground as Dustin groaned, “I thought I had a good one.”

With a grunt, Eddie charged toward Dustin, trying to tackle the kid to the ground, but Dustin stood strong.

“What are you doing?” Dustin asked, and Eddie pushed him away with a grunt. It antagonized Dustin just enough for him to charge back at Eddie. “You son of a bitch!”

You watched your brother and Eddie interact in their nerdy ways as they play-wrestled.

“No wedgies! No wedgies!” Dustin exclaimed.

Eddie suddenly stopped, holding Dustin’s head to look at him completely serious. “Never change, Dustin Henderson. Promise me?”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Dustin answered.

“Good,” Eddie muttered and you just smiled up at the two. “I also include you, Y/N Henderson. Don’t change either. I’m liking you the more I get to know you.”

Eddie shifted his attention to the other pair of siblings here, “Hey Sinclairs. How are those… uh… those spears coming on?”

You watched Lucas send a thumbs up toward Eddie, and your gaze shifted to the other groups. You watched as Robin and Steve put together Molotov cocktails and were able to talk just the two of them.

You hadn’t noticed the new boots before either as you watched Steve hand the finished bottle to Robin and shift slightly to grab an empty one.

“What are you going to do, Henderson? Just sit here and gawk?” Eddie suddenly asked you, noting your gaze locked on your boyfriend sitting by the RV.

“Yeah,” You muttered with no shame, knowing you had every right to gawk at Steve because of your relationship.

Eddie just laughed, pulling a smile of your own on your lips, but it was enough to snap you out of the sudden trance you had been in.

“Get up it’s time to test our weapons,” Eddie said reaching out a hand to pull you up from the ground that you took.

You squatted as your brother jumped over you, rolled in front of Eddie for backup, and continued to ‘test’ the weapons as you used to when you were a kid. You laughed more and smiled wider than you felt you had in a long time, at least the past few days anyway.

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Ep. 13: Die for You

Numb Little Bug Series

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

Word Count: 2,428 words

Warnings: Swearing, running from police, Upside Down, relief, panic yelling, slight jealous again, fluff, angst, worry

A/N: So, this one finally has a one-on-one scene with Eddie that I hope you enjoy. It’s a chapter where there’s a decent amount of fluff that’s caused by angst if that makes sense.

Story:

You were the first one through the window, insisting that you go first to help everyone else down despite what you had just gone through.

You jumped to the ground and quickly looked back up to make sure Lucas and Erica got down safely while Dustin fetched Max after being interrogated. Max was next, when she hit the ground after using your hand for support she tightly hugged you.

“I wish I wasn’t being interrogated,” She muttered and you quickly returned the hug, melting into her worry. “I was so scared to go first because I wasn’t sure what was going to happen to you. I’m just glad they got you out… I-I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t see you again.”

The tears quickly filled your eyes again but you pushed them down and just held her tighter before quickly breaking the hug and helping your brother down. You all ran to the collection of bikes that the Wheelers still had from their three kids.

“Let’s go,” Lucas whispered.

“Careful,” Max also said softly.

“Hey! Excuse me!” An officer yelled from the window that you all just escaped from. “No, get back here!”

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” Dustin yelled as the group ran with a bike down the driveway.

“I guess it’s just a minor misdemeanor,” Erica muttered before gashing one of the police cruiser's tiers.

“Hey! No! No!” The officer continued yelling, causing the adults to rush out of the Wheeler’s house. You heard a mixture of names being yelled toward the ground but you didn’t even glance back at the parents, and just pedaled.

The bike ride was far but it went by quickly with one thing left on your mind. You needed to see your friends, mainly Robin and Steve.

You all clambered into the trailer home, slamming the door behind you and finally allowing yourself to breathe a little after biking for miles. Dustin pulled in deep breaths as well, lightly resting his head on your shoulder, suddenly closer to you than usual because of nearly loosing you. He wasn’t going to risk that again, especially when Steve wasn’t around.

You rested your hand on Dustin’s head, shifting his head slightly in appreciation.

“You’re too intelligent for your own good,” You let out softly.

“Yeah, not smart enough to figure out why the songs hadn’t worked,” Dustin muttered softly.

You still hadn’t told him about your discovery and it didn’t seem like you were going to soon as the boy’s attention shifted to the gate on the house’s ceiling with the rest of the group. He laughed up at the gate while you shifted closer to look up at it. You were looking up at the four-member group that had been stuck in the Upside Down.

You let out a sigh of relief when you saw Steve and you could tell he relaxed as well when he was able to see you.

“Hi there,” Dustin said, while he waved.

“Hi,” The group said hesitantly.

“Holy shit, this is trippy,” Robin commented and you smiled up at her.

Dustin laughed shrilly again, “bada-bada-boom!”

You could only pinch your nose so many times to hide the cringe you naturally reacted to when your brother got his usually cocky attitude.

“Let’s focus on finding a way to get them out now, Dustin,” You commented earning an eager nod from your brother. You looked at Max and Lucas, “Could you guys get a mattress?”

While Lucas and Max did that, you, Erica and Dustin ripped some sheets and tied them together tightly, forming a makeshift rope. Lucas and Max set the mattress in line with the gate as Erica helped Dustin collect the sheets. He shifted to step on the mattress looking up at the four.

“Not quite sure how these physics are going to work,” Dustin admitted. “But, uh… here goes nothing.”

He threw up the sheet rope toward the hole, instead of falling back toward you guys, it passed into the Upside Down and fell with ease to the ground on the other side.

“There we go. And if my theory is correct…” Dustin said before he slowly let go of the rope and you smiled, amazed by the anomaly in front of you. “Huh. Abracadabra.”

“Holy shit,” Lucas commented.

“All right, pull on it! See if it holds!” Dustin yelled and Robin followed his orders. You watched as the rope barely shifted prompting another laugh from Dustin.

“This is the craziest shit I’ve ever seen in my life,” Erica muttered. “And I’ve seen some crazy shit.”

Dustin held up his hand and Erica quickly gave the older boy a high five.

Robin grabbed the sheet rope again. “Guess I’m the guinea pig,” She said before climbing out with a grunt. 

“All right,” You muttered. “We should probably give her the space she needs.”

“Yeah, clear the landing pad,” Dustin said, and everyone moved off the mattress.

As Robin climbed through, the gravity shifted, quickly pulling her hair to stick up from her head as she hung partially upside down in the regular world.

“Oh my god,” She yelled before she quickly fell onto the pad. She sat up with a few quick breaths before smiling, “Oh, thank god. The was fun.”

Dustin helped her up but she quickly moved to you. Eddie followed close behind but Robin was solely focused on you.

“How are you feeling?” She asked, pulling you into a hug. “Are you hurt? Did Vecna get to you? Oh, I’m so glad you’re still here. So many things went wrong for both of our groups at the lake. So much time passed.”

“Nancy,” Steve said, still in the Upside Down with Nancy. He took your and Robin’s attention as his yells echoed through both trailer homes. “Hey! Hey! Stay with me. Nancy! Hey! Nancy, wake up! Wake up! Nancy!”

“Steve says you need to hurry,” Erica said, being the messenger between the two. You were all searching through Eddie’s room to find music that Nancy listens to.

Yeah? No shit!” Dustin yelled back.

“We’re trying. We can find anything,” Max added.

“Seriously, what is all this shit?” Robin asked, holding tapes and talking to Eddie.

“I mean, what are you even looking for?” Eddie asked just as panicked.

“Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles?” Robin listed. “Music! We need music!”

Eddie grabbed one of the tapes from Robin, yelling back at her “This is music!”

“We need something Nancy would know!” You interject. “She’s not a metal head!”

“She’s fine,” Erica suddenly called out from the gate. “She’s out.”

You all rushed to the gate to see the two on the floor. Steve was reassuring Nancy as she pulled in jagged breaths.

“I’m here,” Steve reassured. “I’m right here.”

You felt that familiar pang in your chest and your gut. You were relieved that Nancy was okay, but you weren’t able to push past your jealousy.

You drifted away, back to Eddie’s room as the two climbed out of the hole, being able to play it off as giving them space for the landing pad. But unlike what you thought, your movement was noticed.

“He wouldn’t stop talking about you,” Your head snapped up to look at the person who followed you. It was Eddie leaning against his bedroom doorway. “‘I can’t be here right now, what about Y/N? We have to get back, I have to get back. I left her alone when I said I wouldn’t, she has every right to be mad at me.’ And on, and on, and on.”

You forced a smile against your lips and looked back down at the floor.

“I can’t believe I’m arguing for Steve’s sake but he was beating himself up in that other place… Upset at himself about leaving you, cried a little,” He paused, waiting for you to say something. He shifted to take a seat next to you, changing the topic. “I can’t imagine this box spring is very comfortable either.”

“I’ve never thanked you,” You pushed Eddie’s chosen topic aside.

The metal head laughed, “For what?”

“Caring so much for Dustin,” You answered quickly. “I told him I’d give him space when he started high school, allow him some time to find friends of his own but if he ever needed to, I’ll still be there. But I really didn’t want him to come back to his sister, especially when I’m graduating this year. And he really didn’t, because you brought him in, took him under your wing. Yeah, it was for the game that he loves, but that just makes it all the better.”

“I think you’re giving me a little too much credit,” Eddie deflected.

“I don’t think you’re given enough,” You muttered. “I mean, he was wearing a Weird Al t-shirt. I like Weird Al but I’d be trippin’ if I did something like that.”

“Yeah, but you also didn’t stop him,” Eddie pointed out.

“Of course I didn’t,” You replied quickly. “There are times when that little know-it-all gets on my nerves. I’m sure you’ve felt that as well. But I never, ever want to see him change because of somebody else’s opinions or beliefs, especially his sister. I’ve shared so many moments with him that are nerdy or stupid, but those are the best and most fun moments I had with him. Like us pretending to be Indiana Jones when we were younger or superheroes we read about. He’s a perfect, nerdy, little genius and I don’t want him to change.”

Eddie chuckled, “I remember that shirt. And I’m glad you didn’t tell him to change it or anything. It showed his personality and also how brave he was to wear it. But I don’t think you could ever make him change, you’ve influenced so much of his nerdy behavior that I’m surprised you aren’t into D&D either.”

“I was never the target demographic,” You muttered. “But I’d give most things a shot.”

“You just fell into the trap,” Eddie said with a wide smile at you, causing you to break into a grin of your own. “Cause you are joining my next campaign.”

You giggled at the suggestion before Eddie spoke up again, “Come on, I think it’s time to face your crazy protective boyfriend.”

You followed the helpful metalhead back to the living room of the place he used to call home. There the group was frantically talking about the next steps, mentioning Max’s place close by to get away from the gate.

While they talked, Steve was distracted enough for you to take in his appearance, which nearly made your heart stop. You were being childish and selfish. He had been through hell and back and it was way more visible than your trip.

He was wearing a ripped jean vest to cover his chest more, but you could still see the material wrapped around his waist, keeping something hidden from you. But it was easy to guess that he was hurt by the fact that some dark crimson bled through the white cloth. Your gaze trailed up his body, spotting the dark red mark on his neck, actually around his neck. It was red because something had cut through the top layers of his skin, making it raw and nearly bleeding. You weren’t able to take in his dirt, bloody figure for longer when he shifted his gaze to the side to finally spot you.

When he moved toward you, you also stepped toward him. He hugged you tightly, nearly squeezing the air from your lungs. You hesitantly rested your arms around him, scared to hurt him more than he already was. You were consumed by being back in the presence of your boyfriend that you didn’t notice the rest of the group leave to give you two space.

“I’m so sorry,” He whispered to you, still notably upset with himself for leaving you for so long and having to deal with what you did on your own. “I shouldn’t… we shouldn’t have split up. I should’ve stayed with you. I’m sorry. I know your favorite song and everything.”

You lightly pushed away from him enough to break the hug, but still able to keep him close. “Yeah, you should’ve. But not for my sake.” He noticed your gaze shift to his neck as your hands barely breezed the make-shift bandage around his waist. You scanned over him again, trying to find any injuries that you might’ve missed in your first analysis.

“Hey, hey, hey,” He muttered, resting his hand under your chin and lifting your gaze back to his face. “I’m okay. Everything’s alright. I’m still here.”

You don’t know why, but it made your exterior break a little. You let out a soft sob that you tried to catch with a hand and you pulled in a quick sniffle. Before he could stop you, you quickly moved away. Steve smiled softly at you as you tried to ignore your emotions once again. He followed you to the bathroom, as you frantically searched through the storage and cupboards for medical supplies even just a simply first-aid kit.

When you started to look through the storage under the sink for the third time, Steve stepped in, gently grabbing one of your arms to pull you up from the ground. He stared at your face as you pulled in a shaky breath.

“What are you doing?” He asked gently.

“I… I was looking for, you know, uh, first aid supplies,” You answered, pushing your hands nervously through your hair. “Like even, umm, hydrogen peroxide and a rag.”

“I am fine,” Steve slowly said, reaching out to lightly hold your face. “I’ll tell you this much. I was attacked by weird bat things with long tails. They bit into my sides and one wrapped its tail around my neck.” You opened your mouth to speak up but he quickly kept you quiet. “Hey, hey. I promise you. I’m okay, and I wasn’t worried about myself for a second, even in that situation. I swear I think I got out because I was worried about you and if you would be able to figure out how to get out of Vecna’s trap. Which leads to my question, why aren’t you listening to any mu-”

You cut his sentence short, lightly pulling the front of the jean jacket toward you to bring Steve closer. You pushed up to your toes slightly in order to place your lips against his. A quick kiss that you were thankful to have again.

“I would die for you,” Steve said, resting his forehead against yours when he broke the kiss, wishing you could be even closer to him then you already were.

“I know you would,” you whispered. “That’s what freaks me out.”

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Ep. 12: I Will Survive

Numb Little Bug Series

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

Word Count: 2,096 words

Warnings: Swearing, fear, Vecna’s curse, some victim blaming (the word rape is used again), undertones of sexual assault, held down, hyperventilating, angst

A/N: This chapter flips between perspective to better portray the situation. I’m guessing (and hoping) it makes sense. Plus I changed the concept of the curse a little for Y/N and I hope you guys like that. This is another one to be a little wary of when reading and pay attention to the warnings.

Story:

“No, no, no,” You whispered and tugged at the door of the apartment that was supposed to lead you away from the scene, but the door wouldn’t budge. You slammed your hand against it in frustration. “Damn it… damn it all to hell.”

You turned around and jumped back, resting against the door when you met the familiar face now standing in the room.

The man you wished you could forget stood close to you, his angular face forming an eerie smile at you.

You let out a shaky breath as he stepped forward. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Thomas asked, moving even closer to you despite your tense exterior. “You can trust me.”

“No, I can’t,” You responded.

He was inches away now, staring at you. “You can trust me, mainly because you were asking for everything I have done to you. You asked for it by being a brat. I yelled at you cause you were asking for it, I broke up with you because you were asking for it, I raped you because you were asking for it.”

You let out a whimper and ducked under him to move away from him and toward the only other door in the apartment, slamming the bathroom door shut and quickly locking it.

The body that crashed against the door made you let out a scream, quickly moving closer to the tub.

“Let me in, Y/N,” Thomas yelled, his voice distorting and sending chills across your spine.

You sat on the floor, covering your ears to try and ignore the constant slamming. “Stop. Stop it.”

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“Okay, that’s it. That’s it, that’s it,” Dustin said once the panel was filled. “Go, go, go, go, go.”

“Yeah, okay,” Lucas agreed, quickly moving to plug the machine back in.

“Okay, are you guys seeing this?” Dustin’s question came out in a yell to reach the Upside Down. A few seconds passed until the board surged with power, growing brighter.

“Holy shit!” Erica exclaimed as Dustin laughed in excitement, and hugged Erica.

“We’re not moving it, but we’re gonna unplug it,” Dustin yelled again. “Stand by. Yank it.”

Lucas then unplugged the Lite Brite.

“Okay, try it now,” Dustin yelled, testing another one of his theories.

A line appeared across the lights as someone started spelling something, earning laughter from Dustin again.

“H-I,” Dustin spelled out.

“Hi,” Erica said.

“Hey! Hi,” Dustin said excitedly. “That worked!”

“S-T-U,” All three spelled out together.

“Stupid, stupid?” Dustin asked mainly himself.

“C-K.”

“Stuck,” Both Sinclairs said at the same time.

“Okay, they’re stuck in the Upside Down,” Lucas quickly explained as Dustin nodded.

“Okay, uh, you can’t get back through Watergate?” Dustin asked.

“Is that a six?” Dustin asked.

“A ‘G’” Erica clarified.

“Oh, yeah,” Dustin muttered as the group spelled again. “G-U-A-R.”

“Guar?”

“Guard…Guarded,” Dustin and Lucas said together before Dustin continued. “Okay, uh, Watergate’s guarded.”

Erica glanced behind the two boys toward the door that you walked out of, making a note of how strange it was that you hadn’t returned or Max didn’t take your place. But she pushed it aside for the time being.

“We think we have a theory that can help with that,” Dustin yelled. “We think Watergate isn’t the only gate. That there’s a gate at every murder site.”

A question mark showed up on the screen causing Dustin to let out a sigh.

“Okay, seriously?” Dustin continued yelling. “How many times do I have to be right on the money before you guys just trust me?”

There wasn’t a response, not at first at least. Then more letters started appearing across the screen that the group spelled out with each other again.

“Y/N,” Erica said.

“Where is she?” Lucas asked.

“Shit,” Dustin said before swinging open the door to find you in the hallway completely zoned out. “Shit, shit, shit! This is why you shouldn’t have let Steve leave us!”

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“You thought you could escape me?” Thomas yelled from the other side of the door. “I will break down this door. You can’t escape me!”

You suddenly pushed through the door, knocking the man to the side in surprise and you ran back toward the living room, now trying another escape that you haven’t tried yet. You tugged at the window, trying to pry it open.

Someone suddenly grabbed your hair, pulling you back and slamming you down on the couch. You groaned. Your eyes widened suddenly when you opened them back up to find Thomas over you, the feeling of dread and deja vu sinking into your stomach. You have been here before, especially when you felt your hands held down above your head. Tears quickly filled your eyes as you struggled to pull in a deep breath.

You felt on of his hands trying to undo you jeans and you felt faint from your hyperventilating. As he leaned down closer to you, a soft voice filled your head, surprisingly it wasn’t your own or Steve’s or Dustin’s. It was Robin’s.

Don’t be that hard on yourself. One of the things I adore about you is that you’re stubbornly independent. Probably because you trusted someone that completely crushed that reliance you had on them. Now, you struggle to put so much on someone because you’re scared something bad might happen again. I don’t know what it was or who crushed you but I think it’s powerful. Save yourself. I feel like you’ve always been able to. Ask for help when you need it but if you feel like you can handle the situation, I know you can.

You quickly raised your knee, swinging it up between the legs of the person sitting over you. He groaned and let you go for long enough for you to get away. You quickly picked up a book and launched it through the window, climbing past the glass and falling out of your studio apartment.

You landed in the dark red landscape that you recognized from the pictures Max colored before. You stared at your surroundings in surprise, wandering while you had a chance to breathe from your usual nightmare.

“This is why you shouldn’t have let Steve leave us!”

 Dustin yelled at you, even though he wasn’t sure you could hear him, but his words echoed around your head. That’s when you could see the break in this reality, reinforcing the idea that where you were was a nightmare, an illusion. You quickly started to move toward the open space.

Erica brought as many tapes to you as she could as the boys nervously riffled through them.

“What’s her favorite song?” Lucas asked, panic evident in his face as he sat in front of you, but you were no longer with the group mentally.

Dustin shrugged, causing Lucas to stare at your brother in disbelief. “You don’t know!?” Lucas yelled his question.

“It changes all the time,” Dustin defended himself, panicking as well. “I know her favorite artist is ABBA.”

“Okay, getting somewhere. Getting somewhere,” Erica muttered, riffling through the tapes for ABBA and finding four of them. “Never mind. We haven’t.”

“Try ‘Waterloo,’” Dustin suggested.

“What?”

Dustin took out the “Waterloo” tape, before sliding it into the walkman, the headphones already covering your ears, before he explained, “There’s historical context. It’s why she’s always liked it.”

You watched the hole back to reality closed as “Waterloo” started playing in your ears, echoing around you. That’s when you made the connection. The connection back to yourself and to reality wasn’t a song. It was your people. It was Dustin.

You didn’t have a direction to run anymore as the song continued playing. The tape whirled to a stop, and the group shared concerned glances. You weren’t out of Vecna’s trap and they didn’t know why you weren’t.

“Why didn’t it work?” Lucas asked.

His question broke through your head. The hole was smaller than before, his voice soft at first. You turned back toward it. “Take off the headphones,” You said, even though you knew they weren’t going to hear you.

“I don’t know,” Dustin replied. “Try a different song. She’s been listening to romantic songs, try ‘Lay All Your Love on Me.’”

“Dustin!” You exclaimed, the yell not reaching your brother.

The group quickly shuffled through tapes, opening the walkman and switching out the song.

You were almost there when suddenly the gate closed again. “Lay All Your Love On Me” echoed around you. You stopped for a second, almost defeated.

“You got so used to their presence, but you never let them know what was going on in your head,” The dark voice called out and you saw Vecna again, slowly approaching. “Do you remember Halloween Night 1984? Steve asked what happened in the city and you didn’t tell him. He was there for you when Billy brought your repressed memories back to the surface, he cared for you then and you still didn’t share. You’ve been close to him, had feelings for him, and knows he cares about you for a year, even longer and you still haven’t mentioned a single thing to him.”

“Stop it,” You spat, shaking your head to get Vecna’s words out of your head.

“Never told your mother or brother,” Vecna continued, not listening to your cries. “Never shared how many times you wanted to peel your skin off layer by layer, or scrap it off in the shower. Or how often you were uncomfortable in your own body, scared of anything similar happening again. It was always on your mind and in your dreams but you never brought it up, never talked about it.”

“I didn’t need to!” You argued, almost taking the creature by surprise.

“Yes, you did!” He yelled back. “‘You’ve gotten too comfortable wearing that smiling mask you have.’ You’re in denial. If you shared what happened, someone else would know, making it even more real. You couldn’t deny it or push it aside any longer. That’s still how you feel after telling Steve.”

You suddenly turned and ran, just like you have been for months. You ran once again from your problems, your memories, your pain. A root lifted off the ground and you tripped over it, falling to the ground. You let out a groan when the same root twirled around your ankle. You shifted and started kicking at it, trying to let yourself loose before Vecna caught back up to you. Your name echoed through your head, the voice familiar. You looked behind you to find another break in your mind, not having noticed the song ended.

“You never told the story of him coming over, and holding you down,” Vecna tried slowing you down with memories. You were able to free your foot and scramble up. “His fingers digging into your wrists rough enough to leave bruises. Your cries for him to stop falling on deaf ears. Him forcing his hand down your pants before taking them off.”

Your brother grew frustrated with the music not working and not bringing you back. He pulled off the headphones and grabbed both of your shoulders to lightly shake you.

“Y/N!” He yelled and you quickly ran toward him. 

“You can’t run forever,” Vecna yelled after you but you were used to running and you just focused on Dustin’s words.

“Come back. Don’t leave us please,” He called out. “Come back to me and Steve, please. I-I can’t do this without you.”

You stumbled through the opening in your mind. You let out a gasp, opening your eyes in shock from returning back to your body. Dustin was still holding your shoulders and you could finally read his features and see his tearful eyes.

“Oh my God!” He exclaimed, pulling you into his arms as you let everything out of you.

You were crying, sobbing actually into Dustin’s shoulder. You held onto your brother tightly, happy to have found your way back to him. You couldn’t leave him alone, you weren’t going to leave him alone. Eventually, you reached out and pulled the two Sinclairs into a group hug since they helped you out as well.

“I’m sorry,” You sobbed out, pausing to try to get your lungs functioning properly again. “I’m sorry for almost leaving and I’m sorry for not telling you everything. ”

They didn’t say anything in response. You didn’t need to be apologizing, you could feel those words from them, but they knew it wasn’t going to stop your apologies. Instead, you just felt Dustin’s arms tighten around you, tightly protecting you in his arms.

“Good news, two things actually,” Dustin eventually spoke up. “One, we got you out. Two, we have to get moving. We’re meeting the rest of the group at Eddie’s since a gate should be there. We were able to tell them.”

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Ep. 11: A Five-Star General

Numb Little Bug Series

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

Word Count: 1,882 words

Warnings: Swearing, police interrogation, lying, Dustin being himself, negotiations, kind of stealing, bribery, hearing things, seeing things, Vecna, some angst

A/N: I really don’t have much to say for this chapter, so I’ll keep the note short. I hope you enjoy and feel free to ask if you want to be added to the tag list.

Story:

All four of you were sandwiched together on the couch, with the police in front of you. Dustin held onto one of the couch pillows tightly.

“And what exactly were you all doing at the lake?” Powell asked you all.

You just shrugged as your answer.

“Uh, it’s comp–” Lucas started but Max quickly cut him off.

“We were… we were just going for a walk,” She explained.

“A walk? At 9 p.m.?” Officer Callahan asked, standing behind Powell.

“To the lake,” Dustin answered, his voice coming out a little higher pitched than usual. “We were gonna… take a little swim. Little night swim.”

You quickly spoke up before your brother could continue, “We had been around town all day to pass the time. I was with them to make sure we all stayed safe."

“Dusty, Y/N/N,” Your mom called out to the two of you, tearfully. “Someone was just murdered there.”

The cry prompted both of you to start talking at the same time.

“We didn’t hear about what happened at the lake before--”

“Yeah, we… we didn’t realize that until we got there—”

“That’s why we didn’t swim,” Lucas interjected.

“And Nancy, was she with you at this night swim?” Mrs. Wheeler asked.

“No,” Max answered.

“Yes, oh…” Dustin muttered, having answered with Max who looked at him as he slowly closed his eyes in regret.

“We’re not sure,” Lucas stumbled out.

“She was there,” Dustin continued, trying to save the group. “Then she left. It’s all a little confusing.”

“That’s when you guys came,” Lucas said.

“Right. And then they dared me to say what I said,” Max added.

“Oh, yeah,” Lucas muttered, earning forced laughter from Dustin.

“About the killer,” Max explained.

“I thought you told me you were seeing Steve,” Your mom pointed out to you. You just pushed a smile across your face.

“Steve?” One of the officers asked.

“We did,” Dustin said.

“But he wasn’t with us for long,” You quickly interjected. “He had to work so we ventured through town without him.”

“You’re lucky you didn't get shot,” Mr. Wheeler spoke up. 

“Have you had any contact with Eddie?” Powell asked.

“That psycho… freak killer?” Dustin asked. “God, no. No. Absolutely not.”

“No. We haven’t heard from him,” Max added.

“We barely know the guy,” Lucas muttered.

“I don’t even know who this Eddie guy is,” You contributed.

“Oh, that’s a bunch of bull,” Erica spoke up stepping toward the parents that were staring at you four on the couch.

“Erica!” Both Sinclair's parents said.

“I mean, you realize they’re lying,” Erica pointed out. “The whole couch is on fire.”

“Erica,” They both said again.

“Just the facts,” Erica insisted.

“Are you two lying to these policemen?” Your mom asked softly.

You quickly shook your head, “I would never.”

“No!” Dustin quickly exclaimed in his recently developed high-pitched voice.

“Lying to cops is a crime, son,” Mr. Sinclair said to Lucas.

“I’m not lying,” Lucas defended himself.

“The fire is consuming us,” Erica persisted.

“Threaten them with a little jail time. Maybe that’ll loosen their lips,” Mr. Wheeler suggested.

“You’re just saying that because none of us are your children,” You pointed out to the adult on the couch that you always struggled to like even when you were friends with Nancy.

“Okay–” Dustin muttered.

“You wanna send out kids to jail?” Mrs. Sinclair asked.

“We need to take this seriously,” Mr. Wheeler said, causing Mrs. Wheeler to quickly step in.

“He didn’t mean it like that,” She said as the rest of the parents spoke up in protest, causing the room to quickly grow loud with overlapping arguments.

Suddenly Officer Powell stood up to get everyone’s attention, “Shut up!” He waited until everyone was quiet before he continued. “We’re gonna try a more civilized approach. One at a time. You first.”

He pointed to Max. “Wait, what? Why me?”

“Follow me,” He said.

“I’m not even in the Hellfire Club,” Max pointed out.

“Do I need to cuff you?” Officer Callahan asked causing you to quickly straighten up.

“Don’t even try it,” You simply said, before glancing at Max. “Just tell them what they want to know. You’ll be fine, I know you will. They should know how legal investigations work anyway.”

Max sighed before getting up and moving to where Powell went, being followed by Callahan.

You were all given some space to breath a little. You and Lucas waited for Dustin to try and reach the rest of the group with the guise of needed the bathroom.

“Anything?” Lucas asked, when the curly-haired boy joined you two at the kitchen island.

“Nothing,” Dustin answered.

“You don’t think they went through?”

“Through watergate?” Dustin asked. “Without us? Without a plan? Without weapons? They wouldn’t be that stupid.”

“Yeah,” Lucas muttered.

You let out a hum of disagreement, “I think you’re giving them a little too much credit. Especially with the fact that the smartest one is Nancy. The rest of the group is… is Steve, Eddie that is just desperate enough to escape the law in almost any manner and Border Collie Robin who will willingly follow her friends despite her own conscious.”

“Yeah… but they must just be laying low ‘cause the law got us,” Dustin also suggested. “The better alternative especially if Vecna’s coming for you soon. I’m sure all of us would prefer Steve back with us before anything like that happens.”

“‘The law?’” Erica asked, walking closer to you three around the kitchen island. “What is this, Gunsmoke? The Stupid and The Ugly? Should I round up the posse? Saddle the horses?”

“Erica,” Lucas exclaimed, finally having enough of his younger sister. “Please, just go away.”

“Here’s the deal,” Erica started, pulling a soft smile across your face at the fact that the young capitalist hasn't changed. “Either you tell me what’s happening or I tell Dustin what I found under your bed.”

Lucas straightened his back slightly, his eyes widening as Dustin swung his head quickly to look at his friend next to him.

“Please, no,” Lucas muttered.

“Spill your guts, cowpuncher,” Erica pushed.

“What’d she find under your bed?” Dustin asked with a smirk.

“Nothing,” Lucas quickly said.

“Is it gross?” Dustin asked Erica and she just nodded in response. “Scale of one to ten?”

“A hundred,” Erica answered before picking up a juice box she had and started sipping.

“A hundred?” Dustin asked, causing Lucas to quickly spill everything.

“The serial killer is a dark wizard from the Upside Down,” He explained. “And we’ve been looking for him. But he’s in the Upside Down which we can’t reach. At least we thought we couldn’t, until we found a gate at Lover’s Lake. That was the reason why we were there, but these stupid cops grabbed us. And if you tell anyone about this, that’s including mom, and dad, and Tina… Especially Tina. I… will smother you in your sleep. Do you understand?”

Erica finished sipping her juice box and placed it on the counter, seemingly not worried about her brother or his threat.

“Hmm…” She thought about it.

“Erica?” Lucas asked, sliding closer to his sister across the counter. “Do… you… copy?”

“The smothering in my sleep part, but not much else,” She quickly answered. “Why would they open up a gate in Lover’s Lake?”

“Who?” You asked.

“The Commies,” Erica answered matter of factly.

“The commies didn’t,” Lucas snapped.

“Then who did?” Erica asked.

“Nobody,” Lucas answered.

“So, it just opened up for fun?”

“Erica, you have no idea what you’re talking about,” Lucas said.

“No, she doesn’t,” Dustin agreed, to an extent. “Yet she raises an essential question. How did Watergate open up? Only two gates have opened, so far as we know. One by El, one by the Commies, but it’s not the Commies or El this time, so it…”

His sentence stopped, finally thinking things through and looking at it from a birdseye view.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Holy shit,” He muttered. “Wait, wait, wait, wait.”

“‘Wait, wait, wait, wait,’ what?” Lucas asked as well.

“There’s one thing we’ve never understood which is why Vecna’s killing people,” Dustin started explaining, moving around the island toward you. “What’s his motive? Killing teens? It always just seemed too random, too prosaic. On top of that, how does the Mind Flayer figure into all this? Maybe this is it. This is the answer.”

“What is the answer?” Lucas asked.

Your discussion paused when Mrs. Wheeler walked into the kitchen with Officer Callahan, “Are you sure you just want water? We have Coke, Sprite, Dr. Pepper.”

“Coke works. Thank you,” the officer answered while Dustin motioned his head for the group to follow him which everyone did and you all stopped to continue talking by the stairs.

“Okay, just hear me out,” Dustin started again. “How did El open the Mothergate?”

“She contacted the Demogorgon,” Lucas answered.

“With psychic contact. Just like…” Dustin paused again.

“Vecna when he casts his spells,” You answered.

“Exactly,” Dustin said, pointing at you with a smile. “So, what if, with each kill, he’s not simply killing them, he’s making a powerful, psychic connection with his victims? A connection powerful enough to rip a hole in the fabric of time and space.”

“He’s opening more gates,” Lucas restated.

“Bingo,” Dustin said, before pausing again. Officer Callahan moved closer to the group once again causing everyone to also move around the first floor of the Wheeler’s home. “Why would he be opening more gates?”

“To take over the world,” Lucas answered.

“Who do we know that wants to take over the world?” Dustin asked.

“The Mind Flayer,” Lucas also answered.

“So, if the Demogorgon was just his foot soldier,” Dustin continued, this time you jumped in.

“Vecna’s his five-star general.”

“A five-star general with the power to open gates,” Dustin added.

“Holy shit,” Lucas muttered which Dustin quickly repeated.

“Holy shit. That was incomprehensible,” Erica spoke up. “You lost me at ‘Mothergate.’ Please be kind. Rewind.”

Through Dustin’s re-explanation of everything, you found yourself zoning out at the dining table you and the Sinclairs were sitting at. The only thing on your mind being the safety and well-being of Steve and Robin… and Eddie. You sighed to yourself and you guess Nancy as well, you still cared enough about her.

In your daze you noticed the chandelier was glowing brighter, and you nudged Erica. You pushed her to look, making sure you weren’t the only one seeing things.

“You’re not listening are you?”

“Yeah, I’m listening,” Erica said, as both of you stared at the light. “You said you found Vecna through the lights.”

“Yeah, why?”

“Cause I think he’s here.”

Both boys noticed what you and Erica were staring at and quickly stood to move toward the now flickering chandelier.

“S-O-S” Dustin spelled out. He let out a sigh. “Hey, uh, remember when I said they wouldn’t be stupid enough to go through Watergate?”

“Yeah?” Lucas asked.

“You were wrong,” You answered.

“Yeah, I overestimated them.”

The next plan was put together quickly. Lucas walked in smoothly to where Holly was minding her own business. He bent down and unplugged the Lite Brite she was playing with.

“Hey!” She yelled.

“I’m sorry,” Dustin said grabbing the device while Lucas repeatedly apologized, grabbing the little lights that go with it.

You placed a candy bar in Holly’s hand with a sweet smile and lightly patted her on the head.

“For your understanding,” Erica called out as you two followed the two boys up to Nancy’s bedroom. The group silently pushed bulbs into the frame, filling it with the lights.

You drifted away for a second, hearing your name from the hallway, originally you believed it to be the parents or officers looking for the next person to interrogate.

“I’ll be right back,” You muttered, wanting to keep your plan a secret from the actual adults. Little did you know, the rest of the group didn’t hear what you had.

You stepped through the doorway but instead of into the Wheeler’s upstairs hallway, you were faced with a familiar studio apartment.

“Shit.”

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Ep. 10: Off the Deep End

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

Word Count: 3,390 words

Warnings: Swearing, crime scene, fluff, caught by police officers, worry, panic, pacing, Mordor, lighter angst, upset Dustin

A/N: I really tried to make sure chapters weren’t too long, but sometimes how they end up spiting to make sense cause chapters like this where it’s over three thousand words… I hope you still enjoy though!!

Story:

You felt like time was passing really slow and extremely fast at the same time, because the next thing you knew, you were sitting in the far back of the station wagon, delicately resting your hands on Steve’s forearm. His arm was placed on your leg, between both of your arms. The group also already grabbed another grocery run for Eddie, something you also didn’t register right away.

Steve silently offered you a pringle which you shook your head ‘no’ to answer. He smiled a delicate grin at you, lightly placing a kiss on your temple before eating the pringle he had already plucked out of the canister.

“Not to be a wimp, but can I maybe sit in the car for this visit? Cause this is gonna totally and royally suck,” Robin spoke up.

“It’ll be fine,” Nancy assured while driving.

“I just can’t stand to see those dull eyes of Eddie’s break again. I really, really can’t,” Robin muttered.

“At least he can drink himself into feeling better,” Steve spoke up, referring to the six-pack resting beside you.

“That’s what my mom does,” Max offered to the group.

“Why don’t we just give it a trial run?” Robin suggested. “‘Hey, Eddie. Uh, good news first this time. We got you some Dustin-approved junk food and that six-pack you requested. Oh, yeah, and we found Vecna. The only bad news is that he’s in that other, darker, much scarier dimension that we told you about, and the gate’s closed, so we have no way of getting to him. Like he’s entirely shut off to us, so basically you’re screwed. And, no, no. I know you were already screwed, but now you’re doubly, triply screwed.’”

Lukas spoke up at the end of Robin’s rant, “Wait, wait, wait. Maybe we don’t put it like that.”

“‘We’re one step closer to finding Vecna,’” Nancy rephrased. “That’s what we say. That’s what’s important.” She glanced in the rearview mainly to sneak a glance at how you're doing with the recent development after the Creel house.

“See, Robin?” Steve spoke up, after getting back the pringles and pulling out another chip. “Positive spin can make all the difference.”

“Uh-huh,” Robin retorted also looking in the mirror back at her close friend and co-worker.

“Oh shit,” Nancy muttered, slowing the vehicle to a stop at Rick’s house in order to stop.

You sat up straighter to look through the windshield to find police cars at the place Eddie was once hiding out in. Nancy parked the vehicle to allow everyone to get out.

“Come on, this way,” Nancy said, moving around the news vehicle to get within earshot of the interviews the officers were conducting.

“As many of you know right now, the Roane County line received a call a little after midnight…” Officer Calvin Powell said. “Reporting a homicide here on the lake. Officer Callahan here and myself arrived first on the scene. We made our way to the shore of Lover’s Lake, about ten yards from that house you see behind me. It was there that we found the victim, an 18-year-old senior from Hawkins High, Patrick McKinney.”

You glanced at Lucas, knowing the name from the basketball roster. It was his teammate and you made sure to watch his reaction closely. He shifted his gaze to the ground, sadly knowing there wasn’t much he would’ve been able to do to help.

“His limbs… his body, it was disfigured…” Officer Powell said. “There was an eyewitness on the scene. We have also identified a person of interest. Eddie Munson. We encourage anyone with information to please come forward.”

“Shit,” You whispered, and you looked to Robin. “The bad news just got worse.”

“Oh, yeah,” Steve added. “This is not good. Really not good.”

“You’ve got a lot of questions, and I’m going to answer as many as I can. Two o’clock at town hall where anyone from the Hawkins community is welcome. But right now, I’ve got some work to do, and I appreciate your understanding,” the officer closed.

As the reporters grew louder, addressing the departing officers, Dustin’s radio suddenly echoed with Eddie’s voice.

“Dustin, can you hear me? Wheeler?” He asked.

Dustin quickly moved to take out his radio and walked away from the crowd, everyone following to hear how Eddie was doing.

“Eddie. Holy shit,” Dustin said. “Are you okay?”

“Nah, man,” Eddie muttered out, the tone making your emotionally-exhausted self want to cry again, feeling bad for the man who’s been running and hiding for days. “Pretty… pretty goddamn far from okay.”

“Where is he?” Robin asked.

“Where are you?” Dustin repeated, asking Eddie.

“Skull Rock. Do you know it?” Eddie asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Dustin said. “That’s near Cornwallis and–”

“Garrett, yeah, yeah,” Steve spoke up, pulling your attention away from your brother and to your boyfriend. “I know where that is.”

You were close behind Steve as he lead the way of the group, everyone joining the trek through the woods.

Steve made sure he was close to you regardless of where he was, even talking with Dustin.

“Dude, I’m telling you, you’re taking us the wrong way,” Steve said.

“It’s north. I’m positive. I checked the map,” Dustin confirmed.

“You do realize Skull Rock, it’s a super popular make-out spot?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, so?”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t popular until I made it popular. All right? I practically invented it. Plus, I’ve been there recently.” Steve said. You looked up at him, shocked at his honesty. He could feel your gaze on him and he broke into a smile for a second without looking at you before continuing his point. “We’re heading in the wrong direction.”

“Steve,” Dustin said, watching the brunet break off in a different direction. “Where are you going?”

“Stop whining. Let’s go, come on,” Steve insisted which you quickly followed but Dustin whined out his friend’s name. “Trust me.”

You chuckled at your brother lightly bumping his shoulder before you caught back up with Steve.

“I don’t want to, like, um…” Steve started, stammering a bit. “Bother you or annoy you by constantly asking you the same thing over and over again. But are you alright?”

You thought about the question before raising your shoulders in a quick shrug. “I mean, I feel about the same. You know… scared, worried. Concerned for my brother. And you…” you paused, swallowing your tears. “I don’t know what these next days are going to bring. Hell, I don’t even know what will happen in the next hours… it’s just a lot.”

“It is,” Steve muttered, watching you closely from the corner of his gaze as you two led the way through the woods. “And how do you feel about telling someone?”

“Lighter, I think,” you spat out, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth. “A little, at least. At the same time, worried you’ll think differently of me now that you do kn-“

“What?” Steve asked, stepping in front of you to stop your joint walk. “You actually believe that I could ever think of you differently?”

You just shrugged, “I mean, I guess.”

“Y/N Henderson,” Steve said with a exasperated exhale. He stepped closer to you and rested his hands on your cheeks. “The only way I’d think of you differently is that I respect you so much more. You are the most independent, powerful and intelligent woman I know. Especially having kept this inside for over a year. You’d have to try so much more to get me to stop loving you. Cause like I said before, I love you so much.”

You pushed down the giddy smile that flashed across your face for a second and you felt Steve’s thumbs pull at the side of your lips. “You can smile widely at me, nothing’s changed between us and you used to do it all the time.”

You hesitated for long enough, prompting Steve to start kissing all around your face, lightly tickling you to pull the smile across your lips. He stopped and smiled down at you, “there’s it is.”

He kissed your lips, which you quickly returned before Steve got back to the task at hand, proving your brother wrong.

After a few more minutes, Steve came across some branches shrubs that he pushed through

“Oh, Boom!” Steve said. “Bada bing, bada boom. There she is, Henderson. Skull Rock. In your face, man. In your stupid, cocky little face.”

“Doesn’t make sense,” You heard your brother mutter, you stopped to see what was up to.

“Yeah, yeah. Even with it staring you in the face, you can’t admit it,” Steve retorted, looking up that the giant rock that looked like a skull to some. “You just can’t admit that you’re wrong, you little butthead.”

Someone jumped down behind you causing you to spin around quickly to find who it was.

“I concur,” Eddie said, causing you to quickly relax. “You, Dustin Henderson, are a… total butthead.”

“Jesus, we thought you were a goner,” Dustin replied, going in to hug his other older friend.

Eddie returned it, looking over Dustin at you and Steve before replying, “Yeah, me too, man. Me too.”

The hug ended as the rest of the group caught up and Steve offered Eddie an awkward smile.

They didn’t hesitate to start prying Eddie for details, you stood next to Steve who watched Eddie with his arms crossed over his chest.

“When I got to the shore, I tried calling you guys, but, uh…” Eddie explained, opening the canister that was brought to him and drinking some of the water. “My walkie was busted, man. Drenched. So, uh, I did the thing that I do now, apparently.” He smiled widely, trying to fight his upset mood while putting the lid back on the canister and placing it on the ground. “I ran.”

“Do you know what time this was? The attack?” Nancy asked.

You glanced over your shoulder to watch Dustin as he continued to pace, confused as to why his compass wasn’t working all of a sudden.

“Yeah, no, I… I know exactly what time it was,” Eddie answered, unhooking his watch. “My wakie wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.”

He threw it to Nancy who awkwardly caught it before looking at the time it was frozen at. “9:27,” Nancy read out.

“Same time out flashlight went kablooey,” Robin added.

Steve shifted and uncrossed his arms, reaching back to grab your hand which you gladly took. “Which means what, exactly?”

“That that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick,” Nancy answered.

“Well, we’re one step closer,” Robin let out with a sigh. “We know how Vecna attacks.”

“And where he attacks from,” Lucas added.

“So, now we just need to sneak into his lair in the Upside Down and drive a stake through his heart,” Max suggested.

“If he even has a heart,” Robin said.

“A stake? Is he like a vamp-” Steve asked. “Is he a vampire?”

“It was a metaphor,” Max replied.

You lightly squeezed Steve’s hand causing him to look back at you and send you a goofy smile which you returned with a grin of your own.

“A bullet should work on him, right?” Eddie asked.

“I say we chop his head off,” Lucas added to the suggestions of killing methods.

“Yeah, it’d say all of the above, but we can’t do any of that til we find a way into the Upside Down,” Nancy said.

“We need El to get her powers back,” Max muttered.

“Everything was like way easier,” Steve said, before looking down at Eddie who was still squatting by Skull Rock. “We had this girl. She had superpowers.”

“Superpowers. Yeah, you mentioned her,” Eddie jumped in before raising a question of his. “Hey, uh, Henderson’s not, uh, cursed, is he?”

“Well-” Robin spoke up.

“No, he’s definitely not.” You quickly cut off Robin’s comment.

“Yeah, no. Not cursed. He’s fine,” Steve said, as you glanced over to find your brother had finally stopped pacing. “Mental. Absolutely.”

“Boom!” He suddenly exclaimed causing some people to jump but everyone just looked at him with annoyance. Dustin pointed at Steve, who just lightly shook his head at Dustin in confusion before the kid continued, “Bada… bada… boom. I was right.”

“And?” You asked as Steve rolled his eyes.

“Skull Rock was north,” Dustin said.

“Seriously? You’re serious?” Steve asked, obviously getting fed up with Dustin’s self-esteem.

“Mm-hmm,” Dustin simply answered.

“This is Skull Rock, okay?” Steve said, gesturing to the landmark you were all standing by. Dustin hummed a yes again, prompting Steve to continue ranting. “You’re totally, absolutely, 100% wrong right now.”

“Yes,” Dustin answered, causing you to squint at him in confusion, surprised that he actually admitted to being wrong. “And no.”

You laughed to yourself, baffled by your brother’s ego as well. “Oh my god,” You muttered, delicately pinching your nose with your free hand.

Steve’s free hand came up to rub at his face frustratedly, while he continued to hold one of your hands.

“This compass worked correctly when we left the Wheelers’. It was correct when we got in the car on Curly, but it started to slip the further east we went,” Dustin explained. “Now, it’s way off. When I was leading us here, I wasn’t wrong. The compass was.”

“So, you’re using faulty equipment,” Steve explained to Dustin. “Dude, you’re still wrong.”

“Except it isn’t faulty,” Dustin said. “Lucas, do you remember what can affect a compass?”

“An electromagnetic field,” Lucas answered, slowly coming to a conclusion that Dustin seemed to have.

“Yep,” Dustin simply said.

“I’m sorry. I must’ve skipped that class,” Robin spoke up, confused but the kids’ revelation.

“In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power. So either there’s some super big magnet around here, or…”

“There’s a gate,” You muttered, pulling Steve’s annoyance to look at you with confusion. Dustin just smiled and chuckled toward you, glad you were with him and Lucas now.

“But we’re nowhere near the lab,” Nancy said.

“But what if somehow, there’s another gate?” Dustin asked. “A gate that we don’t know about. It’d have to be smaller. Way less powerful.”

“Snack-size gate,” Robin suggested.

“How? Why?” Steve asked.

“If El can open it from this side, what’s stopping a powerful enough creature from creating a gate from the other side.” You muttered.

“Other than that, no idea,” Dustin added. “All I know is that something is causing this disturbance, and the last time we’ve seen anything like it, it was a gate. And I hope it is because then we’d have a way to Vecna. And a shot at freeing Max and Y/N from this curse.”

You shifted nervously when you felt a few gazes shift toward you, mainly the surprise glance from Eddie. Suddenly Dustin marched off away from the group and into the woods. You let out a sigh as Steve spoke up.

“Where are you going? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,” Steve called out, getting Dustin to stop. “Eddie’s still a wanted man. We can’t just go for a hike in the woods.”

“This little steel capsule might be the key to saving Max, Eddie, and Y/N. We can’t pass that chance,” Dustin said before speaking to the wanted man. “What say you, Eddie the Banished?”

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I’m totally straight with you,” Eddie muttered. “I think is a really bad idea. But, uh, the Shire… the Shire is burning.”

You looked back at Dustin who was excitedly hopping up and down, already knowing Eddie’s answer through getting to know each other while playing Eddie’s D&D campaign. Eddie stood up. “So, Mordor it is.”

“What is Mordor?” Steve muttered mainly to himself. He started following the group at the back of the pack when Eddie had to run back for his stuff. “Get your stuff, dude. Let’s go.”

You kept a hold of Steve’s hand swinging it slightly as you started walking. “From how it’s been explained to me, Mordor is eccesntially like being in the abyss or hell.”

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“Something’s happening,” Dustin exclaimed as he continued walking with his compass. The woods had since gotten dark but your brother persisted and you weren’t about to leave him with a man hunt happening right now.

“Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?” Eddie called out to the kid.

“I think we’re getting close,” Dustin said looking back at the group without watching where he was going.

Eddie reached out to stop him, allowing Dustin to remain dry from the lake in front of him. “Watch your step, big guy.”

“Oh man,” Steve let out as everyone approached the shore. “You gotta be shitting me.”

“Yeah,” Eddie muttered. “I thought these woods were familiar.”

“Lover’s Lake,” Robin said.

“This is confounding,” Dustin muttered.

“There’s a gate in Lover’s Lake?” Max asked.

“Whenever the Demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening,” Nancy answered. “Maybe Vecna’s the same way.”

“Yeah, only one way to find out,” Steve pointed out.

The group slowly and quietly made its way to the boat shed Eddie had been hiding in. Steve pulled you aside before you stepped in with everyone else.

“Hey, hey. Look at me,” Steve said, taking a hold of both of your hands. “I’m gonna go on the boat with the other three. I want you to stay with the kids, with your brother. Mainly because I don’t want you out on the water or close to the gate. It’s the safest you can be with the fact that we’ll have to split up. You have to promise me something though.”

“What?”

“Don’t get hurt,” Steve muttered. “Wait here with them. It’ll be a quick trip, a few minutes. Then we can run back to your house and get some of your favorite music, okay?”

You nodded, “I can only do so much about getting hurt, but I’ll try my best.”

Steve knew it was the best answer he was gonna get from you right now. You tried reassuring him with a grin and a quick kiss to his cheek.

You walked into the shed being closely followed by your boyfriend. After figured out how to carry it, Eddie and Steve eventually found a way to move the small boat out to the shore.

“Easy. I… I said easy, man,” Steve said.

Sorry, dude,” Eddie said as the two placed the boat in the water.

“Here you go,” Steve offered his hand to help Robin in but she simply rested her hands on both Steve’s and Eddie’s heads as she stepped in.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna do that,” Robin muttered. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, that works too,” Steve muttered before Eddie stepped in and turned to help Nancy step into the boat. “Good, you got her.”

“Wheeler,” Eddie said.

“Thanks,” She responded.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Eddie said, pushing Dustin away from the boat after he tried getting on. “You trying to sink us? This thing holds three people tops, okay?”

“It’s better this way, okay? You guys stay here with Max and Y/N. Keep an eye out for trouble,” Nancy explained.

“You keep an eye out,” Dustin snapped back, obviously offended by being excluded from something that he solved. “It’s my goddamn theory.”

“You heard Nance,” Robin spoke up

“Who put her in charge?” Dustin asked.

“I did,” Robin replied.

“If it’s not Nancy, it wouldn’t have been you,” You pointed out, earning an offended look from your brother.

“Compass,” Nancy said, holding out her hand toward Dustin.

You glanced down and smiled at Steve, nodding your head to reassure him that you’ll be fine, knowing that if you showed him an ounce of uncertainty that he would stay.

Dustin pouted before handing over the compass and backing away with you.

Steve threw the backpack at Dustin which he caught with one arm against his body. “Hey, there you go.”

Dustin let out a soft ow, as you watched Steve push the boat off the shore and step into it as well, slowly floating from the shore.

“You said three!” Dustin called out to the group of four in the boat.

“Sorry,” Steve whispered, and you couldn’t help but smile since it seemed like it was almost directed toward you. He offered you a small wave which you meekly returned.

“Stay safe,” You called out.

“You too,” he returned.

“Bed time at nine, kiddos,” Robin yelled causing Dustin to flip her the bird as Max and Lucas just rolled their eyes at the eccentric woman. She stood and waved. “Miss you already.”

You stood on the shore, passing the time by picking up rocks and skipping them across the surface of the water. You would’ve stood in the water but with the chance of a gate being in the lake, you weren’t going to risk it.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Lucas said staring out through the binoculars. “They’re stopping. What are they stopping for?”

Dustin was quick to pick up the walkie to try and find answers, pausing your own actions to listen in.

“Guys, what’s going on?” Dustin asked. “Come on, guys, talk to me. What’s going on?”

Robin responded, “Uh, Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital ‘aah!’”

You were zoning out when you heard Lucas speak up again and looked toward the two boys, “Ugh. When’d Steve get so hairy?”

“Right?” Dustin joined in. “I keep telling him he needs to tame that jungle, but he claims the ladies dig it.”

You didn’t say anything, Dustin just shifted his gaze to you, knowing that you were part of the issue as to why Steve doesn’t listen to many things Dustin says anymore.

“Let me see,” Max said, stepping up to take the binoculars from Lucas.

“What?” Lucas asked as the tool was pulled from him. Max just stared through the binoculars, not uttering another word. Lucas continuously shifted his gaze between the lake and the redhead standing next to him in confusion.

“You guys realize, if there’s a gate down there, it’s technically a water gate,” Dustin said after Max had lowered the binoculars. The two looked away from Dustin, fed up by him. You just shook your head with a soft smirk on your lips. “Watergate.” He chuckled at his own joke, forcing you to hid your own giggle at the laugh.

You then directed your gaze back to the water, able to barely make out Steve diving into the water before the surface went still.

“Come on, Steve,” You muttered, nervously crossing your arms as you waited for your boyfriend to re-emerge. You weren’t able to focus on the water for long when light and yells came from behind you.

“All the way down by the water!” An officer yelled.

“Shit,” Dustin muttered.

“Get down. Get down,” You added, waving and pushing the kids closer to the ground. You hid behind a fallen tree trunk.

“It was on this shoreline,” you heard another officer yell.

“Dustin, you’re a goddamn, Eistien,” Robin said over the radio that was still on and you silently yelled at Dustin to shut it off who was trying to as fast as he could. “Steve found the gate-”

You heard the sirens in the distance.

“Cops,” Max muttered.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Dustin let out.

“We can’t let them find, Eddie,” Lucas muttered.

You looked at Max, “So, we let them find us.”

She nodded. “Stay with me,” She said, mainly to the boys before she stood up and yelled. “Hey, officers!”

“Max!” Both of them responded, trying to get the girl to stay quiet but you just smiled up at her.

“Over here! I found the killer! This way!” She continued before running off, being followed by Lucas.

You pushed Dustin up as he let out another ‘shit.’ “Go,” you told him helping him up and then taking up the rear of the pack.

You all pushed through branches and stepped over roots with the lights and screams following you.

“Stop! Get back here you little rats!”

Dustin stumbled and fell causing everyone to turn around. You quickly realized it was too late. Officer Powell already had a hold of your brother and looked down at him.

“Hey there,” He said before looking up at you three.

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Ep. 9: Til It Happens To You

Numb Little Bug Series

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

Word Count: 1,701 words

***Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sexual assault (rape is used once), victim blaming phrases, past trauma, breaking flashlights, visions, Vecna’s curse, caring and protective Steve, ANGST, some fluff***

A/N: I cannot stress the warnings enough for this chapter, there aren’t explicit details but there are enough. This is one of the chapters that made me cry while writing it and almost every time I proof read it. But luckily, the other one is spaced out by a few chapters. I hope you still enjoy even if it might hurt.

Story:

Steve’s flashlight broke.

The flashlight in your hand popped, the glass breaking and you had to turn your head and cover your face to avoid the shards. Others followed with five more pops. The surrounding noise didn’t stop after you kept your face hidden, despite everyone looking at one another.

The ringing echoed through your head.

A clock striking on the hour, the noise distorting. Could you hear the clock from downstairs? The thought disappeared as soon as you looked up to find the grandfather clock was perched in the corner, calling out to you. Four distinct chimes.

You’re going crazy, you thought to yourself. The clock wasn’t here, it was downstairs, wasn’t it.

“Y/N?” Steve called out to you and you quickly looked back at him. Instead of the question that you thought he had, he gave you a sharp glare. It was a cold look you hadn’t seen him give anyone before, least of all you.

“What wrong, Steve?” You asked, tilting your head slightly.

“You’re what’s wrong,” he said, his words alone nearly making you flinch. “You probably didn’t try to stop him. Are you sure you didn’t enjoy it?”

“I don’t even know this Thomas,” Robin commented, pulling your eyes away from Steve. “But are you sure it wasn’t warranted? Were you not asking for it?”

“Y/N. This will be easier on both of us if you’d stop squirming.”

The sentence echoed in your head, making you grab bunches of your hair and push against your skull like you were trying to physically dispel the words. You hated everything about that guy. How he looked. How he said your name. The tactic he used to break up with you. What he did to you before.

“Y/N,” That time it wasn’t his voice, but it still chilled your spine, scaring you. “You deserved what was coming to you right?”

You opened your eyes to find a deformed figure in front of you, burned and rotten. Like his skin was never there or he was shedding an exoskeleton, you didn't know how else to explain it.

“You let him into your living space. Into your apartment. It wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t let him in that night,” Vecna spoke to you, stepping closer to you. “Maybe you didn’t fight hard enough against him.”

You shook your head with your eyes closed, wanting to snap out of the sudden curse you were under. “Stop. Just leave me alone.”

“Why? These are your own thoughts,” Vecna said, his voice morphing mid-sentence. When you opened your eyes, you quickly fell to the ground pushing yourself away from the familiar face. His black hair was short, but feathered, soft to the touch. A slightly more square jaw line and slight dimples in his cheeks, even when he wasn’t smiling. Thomas abruptly moved to you, catching you off guard and the scream caught in your throat when his hand held the bottom of your jaw to keep looking at him.

“Thomas, let me go,” You growled between clenched teeth, feeling his fingers dig into the familiar part of your jaw.

“Why should I?”

You blinked and with a gasp, you suddenly realized you were still in the Creel’s attic and still standing. Steve, who had been holding onto both your arms, pulled you to him and hugged you tightly. You hesitantly returned the hug, slightly unnerved by what you just saw but forcing yourself to deal with the usually comfortable contact.

“Y/N/N,” Steve muttered softly, breaking the hug to stare into your eyes with concern. “What did you see?” He waited for your response, your gaze shifting to Robin and Dustin who were close by as well.

The concern in your brother’s eyes broke your heart, he should have to look at his older sister with worry.

Steve spoke up again, “What haven’t you told us?”

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You nervously bounced your foot against the dusty floor. Steve made you sit in the old dining room. He simply waited, he didn’t say anything. He was just leaning against the counter, raising an eyebrow at you whenever you mustered up the confidence to look up at him. Then you would quickly shifted your gaze away from him again. He was also the one who asked the group to give you two some privacy.

“As you know, I have been seeing Ms. Kelley for about a year now. I started going in January last year.” You didn’t know where else to start, but all the voices in your head were conflicting. So, you just started even if he already knew some of it. “I - uh - had to deal with a friend’s death alone. And I worried about how I could rekindle something with Nancy. I helped care for, kicked, and was bitten by a demo-dog all in the span of a day. My brother’s friend’s step-brother died, who was also my coworker. And yeah.”

“Y/N,” Steve muttered before moving toward to. He squatted so you could look at his face since you’ve found your knees quite interesting. He rested his hands over yours, wanting to pull you closer but not pressuring you. “What else is there? I know there’s something you still haven’t said. I promise that my feelings about you won’t change.”

You didn’t even realize your eyes had teared up until one slipped past your eyelashes. You quickly wiped it away, hoping Steve didn’t notice.

“It’s not… I haven’t told anyone because if I do, it makes it real,” you whispered because if you spoke any louder the quiver in your voice would be audible. “I can’t deny or back out, cause someone else would know.”

Your last sentence almost didn’t leave your mouth since it was a fight against a sob. You felt Steve’s thumb brush against your cheek, wiping away the tears you couldn’t hide anymore.

“Telling me won’t make it real. It’ll just make it easier for you to handle. You can pass some of the burden off,” Steve muttered, and you shook your head as a sob escaped your lips again.

“Not this.”

“Y/N, please tell me, this build-up is starting to honestly freak me out.”

“You remember what I told you about Thomas right?”

“Of course – Halloween night, two years ago – the dirty asshole of a city boy,” Steve commented but it didn’t make you feel better. Your heart felt heavy, making your chest hurt. It felt like your heart was weighing down on your lungs, making it hard to breathe.

“A week - umm - a week before–before he ended things over voicemail. I had him over at my place to enjoy some time together,” you explained, feeling your hands shake slightly even with Steve’s hand still there. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. “We had done that a few times before. But, after we finished eating, he started pushing me slightly over a-and then way past my limits. I tried stopping things, tried to get him to stop touching me-”

Your voice made you stop for a moment, breaking your quick spew of information for a moment. Steve knew where you were going and he understood why you hadn’t shared it with anyone.

“I-“ you started but the words caught in your throat once again. You pushed your eyes closed, tears cascading down your cheeks. You were suddenly worried you wouldn’t be able to finish your next sentence but you had to say it. You finally looked at Steve and stared into his eyes. Somehow he made your heartbreak. His eyes weren’t just filled with tears, some had fallen like yours. You opened your mouth but you the words didn’t form.

“Is that why you always look so shocked when I stop when you actually tell me to?” Steve whispered, earning a slow nod from you. “Because I actually respect you?”

You tried stopping your crying before trying to say what you want to out loud again. You needed to say it. “Yeah… because he-“

When you broke down again, Steve was quick to whisper to you, pushing past his own sobs that fell through his lips. “Hey, baby. You don’t have to say it. I know. I understand.”

You didn’t repsond, the sobs crashed out of your lungs as you were consumed by the tidal wave of emotions. You fell apart. Steve delicately pulled you off the chair and onto the floor. He shifted back to sit down and he pulled you into his arms, making sure you weren’t uncomfortable with his touch. He gently rubbed your back, letting out a soft shush to soothe you but you felt his shoulders shake slightly and the noise he was making broke slightly with his own cry.

“I’m just glad you finally told someone. I’m proud of you for that,” Steve whispered into your ear. “And I’m honored to be the one you trusted enough to tell.”

Steve held onto you a little tighter as another sob fell past your lips at his words, also causing more tears to fall from his eyes.

You gave yourself a few minutes to calm down, tears still occasionally falling but you could breath semi-normal again. “Nobody else knows. Not my mom, not Robin… Not even Ms. Kelley.”

“You’ve been able to keep this from a counselor?” Steve asked, allowing himself a soft chuckle with it.

The corner of your lips moved up at his attempt to cheer you up, “Well, she always tells me that I’ve gotten to comfortable wearing the smiling mask I have. I knew she was right, but I’d never say that to a counselor’s face.”

Steve let out another laugh which you felt in his shoulders since you didn’t move your head off the one you were resting on. You looked up at the side profile of the man still holding you tightly when a thought came to your head, “Please, don’t tell Dustin. He can’t know… I don’t want him to think of me differently.”

Steve softly placed a kiss on your forehead, holding his lips there for a few seconds to comfort you. When he stopped the kiss, he let out a slow breath, “I don’t think Dustin would think any different of you, but I promise, I won’t tell him.”

“Thank you,” you sobbed out, leaning into Steve’s protective arms. Truly your knight in shining armor ready to fight off all your demons.

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