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artiststarme · 1 year

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Bye Bi Steve Part 2

The long awaited second part to the "Bye Bi Steve" fic. I hope you enjoy it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Steve was gutted. He never even considered a world where Robin and Eddie didn’t immediately accept them. He imagined that Robin would pat his shoulder and launch into a gross display of critiquing his ‘type’, just as he’d done with hers. Eddie would say something flirty to make him blush, call him Big Boy or something equally lewd to get Steve to laugh before giving him a hug and whispering his acceptance in his ear. But that’s all they were; delusional imaginations.

Of course they wouldn’t accept him, why would they? Maybe they were right. Perhaps Steve was just confused. Maybe he only liked Eddie at that moment because he looked like a girl with his hair up in a bun, although Steve had a feeling that Eddie would take offense to that too. But any time he tried to rationalize it, force the idea of being straight, he got a nauseous feeling in his chest. He finally felt comfortable with who he was and now he had to change it? It didn’t feel right.

Understandably, Steve started pulling away from the Party after that disaster of a coming out. He felt a little bad for pulling away from the kids without explanation but how would they accept him when his best friends didn’t? It was better just to create some distance before they could trample on the shards of his heart even further.

For the next two weeks, he avoided all contact with the Party. He switched his scheduled shifts with Keith so he didn’t have to work with Robin. He left his phone off the hook so the kids couldn’t reach him. He even told Hopper that his parents were in town so he had an excuse to skip the family dinners at the Hopper-Byers’. It’s not like they’d want him around their family if they knew Steve’s sexuality anyway.

The only person Steve can’t shake is Nancy. She’d been a crutch for him the entire time; offering her shoulder up when the tears got too much, supplying him with ice creams a plenty from multiple grocery store runs, and even holding his hair back when he puked up all the alcohol he chugged in an effort to forget the betrayal. Steve didn’t know what he would’ve done without her.

She too was avoiding the Party but whenever Steve asked her why, she would just give him a blasé, “if I see them, I’m going to shoot them. It’s better for me to be here.” And well, Steve wasn’t going to argue with her on that. It felt nice having a friend he could count on when everyone else had abandoned him. He just hoped he didn’t mess it up like he did everything else.

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Nancy was going to murder Eddie and Robin. They were off gallivanting around town together like nothing was wrong, like they hadn’t imploded Steve’s entire worldview in one fell swoop. Anytime she saw them, she felt her trigger finger twitch. She was livid, after everything she’d been through in her life, she’d never been so angry. But she was hurt too. Just like Steve, Nancy thought that Robin and Eddie would be the ones to understand them the best. They knew what it was like to be queer in a small hick town in the middle of nowhere. She thought that they would be compassionate and helpful. But clearly she was wrong.

As soon as she got the call from Steve and heard his tears distorted over the phone line, all of her attraction to Robin shriveled up and died. She could never be attracted to anyone that made her goofy teddy bear of an ex-boyfriend, her friend that had always tried to be there for her, cry. It left a part of her feeling empty though too. She’d liked Robin since she saw her running weirdly from the orderlies at the asylum. To have that affection die so suddenly and over such a pivotal detail left Nancy feeling unbalanced.

However, as angry as she was, Steve was still hurt. He was closer to both of them than she would ever be, ever wanted to be now. She had her family, she had the newspaper club, and plans for college. What did Steve have? He depended on Eddie and Robin to be there for him and they weren’t. Even still though, his hurt superseded any anger. He was still hopeful that his friends would come around, desperate for their acceptance and approval.

So, while Nancy was still quietly plotting their gruesome and painful murders, she was also looking into ways of forcing them to accept Steve. She was willing to do anything to get the real Steve back, the one that smiled all the time and bitched about the kids. The more she thought about it, the more determined she became. Operation Get Steve Happy Again was a go.

Nancy took out all the stops. She made color-coded flashcards on sexualities and gender identity. She drove all the way to Indy to buy queer zines from an LGBT+ bookstore in the city. She was going to make them understand even if it was the last thing she did. Eddie and Robin weren’t going to know what hit them.

When all of her preparations were complete, Nancy tucked her gun into her purse and made her way to the trailer park once again. Eddie’s van was parked crookedly in its place in front of the window and Wayne’s worn down truck was tucked neatly beside it. It seemed Wayne would get a front row seat to the show too then. Nancy didn’t even knock before barging inside which took both Eddie and Wayne in surprise.

“What the-” Eddie said, jumping up from his seat at the table and spilling his cereal milk.

“I have my gun and I will use it so listen. Your whole shtick is not conforming to what society dictates you have to conform to. I’ve always admired how you stayed true to yourself despite what everyone in town thought of you. But this is the most conformist you’ve ever been. If you don’t fix this with Steve and see where he’s coming from, I will make your life a living hell. So fix this and do it quickly,” Nancy threatened. Then she turned to Wayne who looked as lost as she’d ever seen him.

“I’m sorry to barge in, Mr. Munson. Make sure to give Eddie a talk about accepting others, alright? He has a lot of quirks that we’ve learned to accept, Steve should get the same treatment. Have a nice afternoon.”

She left before either man could utter another word and made her way to Family Video. Steve had today off so she was reasonably sure that Robin would be manning the store on her own. When she got there, she pulled the station wagon right in front of the door and stalked inside.

“Welcome to Family Video, how can I help you? Oh, hey Nance. What’s up?” Robin asked her in greeting.

Nancy shook her head at her. “I don’t understand. Steve’s your best friend and you ridiculed him. I know he accepted you when you came out to him. I know that you would talk about all of your lesbian interests with him and he wouldn’t bat an eye. Then he makes one comment about finding a guy attractive and you shut him down? Just walk me through it.”

Robin looked chastened. Her eyes were wide, her fingers fluttered, and her feet shuffled. “I don’t know why I did that, honestly! I just, I thought Steve was making fun of me and Eddie and I got so angry. I don’t care who Steve likes, I just want him to be happy. I don’t understand liking both or being bisexual. At the moment, I just saw it as losing the thing that Steve and I had in common and I didn’t go about it in the best way. And I don’t even know how to apologize because I know I monumentally screwed up. If I were Steve, I wouldn’t forgive me but I don’t know what I would do if he didn’t,” she rambled.

The crack in Nancy’s chest healed a bit at her words. She’ll never get her attraction to Robin back after all the damage that’s been done. However, she could be her friend. She wasn’t really biphobic, and Eddie probably wasn’t either, they just needed some more explanation to understand what bisexuality was and how to accept it.

“Steve will forgive you, he hasn’t been able to get over this the entire time. He’s still just waiting for you guys to get your heads out of your asses and go apologize to him. And he’s still your best friend, him liking guys too doesn’t change that,” Nancy told her. She pulled some zines out of her purse and handed them to her. “Here, read those. They’ll tell you exactly what bisexuality is and what not to say when someone comes out to you.”

Robin took the papers with a whispered thanks and Nancy started making her way out of the store. At the last second, she turned around and called out to Robin who was already looking at her.

“And Robin? Go talk to him sooner rather than later. He really misses you guys.”

Then she made her way home to cry about her own heartbreak.

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Steve was second-guessing himself again and wallowing on the couch for yet another afternoon when his doorbell rang. Considering the lies that he’d told everyone else to keep them away, it had to be Nancy. The only other options were Eddie or Robin and he knew it wouldn’t be them. He hadn’t rescinded his coming out yet so they had no reason to be coming over.

Yet when he opened the door, he came face to face with a guilty looking Eddie. Steve almost closed the door in his face but Eddie jammed his boot in the way with enough force that the door wiggled. “Steve, please let me apologize to you. Just give me a few minutes and if you want me to leave, I will.”

Steve debated it for a moment before sighing and gesturing him inside. “I haven’t changed my mind so I don’t really know what you came here to say.”

“I came to tell you I’m sorry. I never should’ve said that you and I’ve felt like a piece of shit since then. I know you’re not faking it, or being a manwhore, or making fun of us for being gay, and we shouldn’t have said that you were. I know you’ll never forgive me for saying any of that but just, you have to know that I do accept you and I’m proud that you were able to come out.” Eddie had tears rolling down his face at the end of his speech and his voice was hoarse.

Everything in Steve wanted him to give Eddie a hug, to pull him into his arms and wipe his tears away but he couldn’t. “Why did you say it then? If you didn’t mean it, why’d you say it? It really hurt and I thought I was losing my best friends because of who I am.”

“You’re not, Steve! I swear Stevie, you’re not losing us if you still want us. I didn’t know what bisexuality was and I didn’t know that someone could like both until after I talked to Nancy. And then after she explained it to me and told us how hurt you were, I didn’t think you would want us talking to you. I’m so sorry, Steve,” Eddie cried.

Steve was a little torn. He wanted to forgive Eddie right away, forgive him at the first word of his apology, but deep down, he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t just brush off these past few weeks of feeling hurt and isolated from his best friends that were supposed to be there for him no matter what.

“Thanks for your apology. I can’t forgive you right now,” Eddie made a broken sounding whimper at that but Steve continued. “But I will eventually. I just need some time to think about what I want. You guys really hurt me and I don’t know how to get over that.”

“Take all the time you need, Stevie. I know I hurt you and I will do everything in my power to fix that. I support you and I accept you and it’s about time I proved it,” Eddie promised him.

Steve nodded. He had no doubt that Eddie would make it up to him and things would eventually get back to normal. They’d been through an alternate dimension, a mind-killing psychic wizard guy, and a bunch of murder accusations. This wouldn’t be what broke them. He pulled Eddie into a hug right before he left and his heart seemed to calm a bit at the contact. Yeah, they’d be fine. It might take a while but they’d get there.

Later that night, long after the sun had set, Steve heard another knock at his door. He was long over guessing who it could be since he never seemed to be right anyway. When he opened the door to reveal Robin awkwardly standing on his porch, he was once again surprised. What had happened in the past twelve hours to change both hers and Eddie’s minds?

Steve didn’t even get to say anything before Robin started rambling. “I am so sorry, Steve! I never should’ve judged you so harshly and I know you wouldn’t make fun of me being gay because you never have before so that was really stupid on my part. I should’ve accepted you right off the bat and started making fun of you liking Frank-N-Furter and Eddie like you did for me about Tammy. I know I majorly screwed up but can you ever forgive me? I promise, I will make it up to you so much!”

Steve looked at her for a moment before his mouth widened into a small grin. “You know, I’ve really missed you. I had to have a whole crisis on my own and everything.”

“I’m so sorry! I swear to you, I will never not be supportive and accepting to you ever again. I need my Platonic with a capital P soulmate back and I need you to start working shifts with me again. If Keith flirts with me one more time when we’re on a slow shift together, I might actually hurl all over him,” she babbled.

Steve just laughed and pulled her into a hug. Yeah, things would end up alright between them. It might be a little awkward for a while and there would always be some apprehension on Steve’s part but everything would be fine.

~*~*~*~

Everything did eventually turn out fine. Robin and Eddie groveled to Steve for weeks and long after he had already forgiven them. Once the air was cleared between them, things went back to normal. He had Robin back as his supportive best friend and he had Eddie at his side as his boyfriend. He had Nancy too as the best friend that he could count on when Robin and Eddie started misbehaving with one another.

Steve always remembered that they didn’t support him right off the bat (although neither did the rest of the Party when he announced he was dating Eddie). Whenever he made a new decision or wanted to accept a new job or something, he always felt a flash of fear of whether they would ridicule him again.

But other than some low self-esteem and a minor lack of faith in Eddie and Robin, they lived on together in happiness. Through every up and down, they were there for each other in the way they could only wish they had been when he came out to them.

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#I think Steve would forgive them no matter what because he doesn't have anyone else to fall back on #Nancy though is not a forgiving person and will never quite see Eddie or Robin in the same light #Anytime Eddie tries to doubt Steve he just raises an eyebrow at him like “really we're doing this again? How did this go the first time?”#“Do I have to get Nancy to threaten to shoot you again?”#Eddie always immediately goes to get him food or flowers because no he does not need that again.#stranger things #steddie #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #wayne munson #uncle wayne

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 3

Just know that Steve is being an unreliable narrator to Robin about his day, and had been spiraling all day.

Part 1 Part 2

The three of them together got down and showed Opal what she had to do, making quick work of the process.

Things went well for a first night and once they had cleaned up for the night and divvied out tips, Opal watched as Steve and Pearl walked out together.

She turned to Diamond, “I thought we weren’t supposed to know each other’s real names.”

Diamond grinned. “They come as packaged deal. If you hire one, you have to hire the other. They’re like symbiotic soul twins or something. But they’re good workers and I don’t mind it so much.”

Opal nodded. “So they’re not a couple? I mean they said they weren’t, but I was watching them all night and they’re couple level cutesy with each other.”

Diamond shook his head. “You’re more Pearl’s type than Garnet is.” He winked at her and patted her on the shoulder.

Steve started removing his shirt the second he and Robin got home.

“Just how many times did the new girl splash drinks on you?” Robin asked eyeing the several different stains.

“Three times,” Steve mumbled. “The other two were from patrons trying to get free drinks.”

Robin winced. “I’m sorry. At least Opal seems nice.”

Steve sighed. “I’m sure she’ll fit in fine. It’s just going to take a while for her to get used to everything.” He ran his fingers through his hair and grimaced. “I somehow got booze in my hair.”

Robin grimaced back. “Gross. Go get the first shower.”

Steve kissed her cheek. “You’re the best, Robs.”

As he was about to close the bathroom door, she called out, “And when you’re done I want to hear all about your class. Because don’t think I didn’t notice you being off today.”

He groaned and slammed the door. He didn’t want to think about it. But he also knew that talking to his best friend would make him feel better. He turned on the water as hot as he could stand it and then stripped. He stepped under the steaming water and let it wash over him.

Let it wash away the pain both emotional and physical of the day. He washed his hair and then as the conditioner set he worked on scrubbing away the filth and slime of working at bar.

He put on his pajamas and walked out, towel drying his hair.

“Come on,” Robin said, patting the spot on the sofa next to her. “I dug out our emergency rocky road ice cream.”

Ouch. Steve supposed that his day had been worth the rocky road, but the fact that she had picked up on it was what hurt. He flopped down next to her with a heavy sigh. He took a spoon from her and began digging into the ice cream tub.

“So, you know how I had to get special permission to be in Mrs Byers class?” he began after several bites.

“Yeah,” she said around a mouthful of ice cream.

“Apparently the rumor is that Daddy threw his weight and money around to get me in the class so I leer at naked women.” Steve stabbed at the ice cream. Yeah, Eddie had been the one to say it, but he could tell it was what everyone was thinking.

Robin winced. “Ouch. Instead of that you know the professor?”

Steve nodded. “I tried talking to her after class, once people had gone, but she kinda brushed me off.”

Robin wrapped her arm around him and kissed his temple. “I’m sorry, Steve. Maybe she was just trying to keep up appearances so the two of didn’t get into trouble.”

He sighed. “I suppose. But she could have said that.” He threw up the one hand dramatically. “It’s not like anyone else was there. And anyone in the hall wouldn’t have been able to hear what we were saying. It just...”

“Hurt.”

Steve laid his head on her shoulder. “That wasn’t even the worst part.” He pulled his knees up to his chest.

She looked down at him. “Yeah, what was worst than that.”

“The live model is Eddie Munson,” he said. “And he hates me.”

Robin’s eyes went wide. “Eddie? As in went to Hawkins, stood on tables, and took three times to graduate Eddie?”

Steve nodded. “Also known as the longest gay crush I’ve ever had. I’ve had crush on him since my freshman year. And now not only do I have to see him naked, without any of the fun parts, but doing it knowing he hates me.” He let out a sob.

“You don’t know he hates you,” she whispered in his ear and kissed the top of his head.

Steve told her everything Eddie had said.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” Robin breathed into his hair. “I guess the saying is true for crushes as it is for heroes. Never meet them.”

He just sobbed as she made soft murmurs of comfort.

Steve walked into his class with his head held down and made his way to the seat he was in before. He managed to avoid catching Eddie’s eye and he sat down with a sigh. He just had to suck it up for fifteen weeks. Keep his head down and his mouth shut. And hope to whatever god was out there that he could keep his interactions with Eddie to a minimum.

Joyce stood in the center of the classroom a little in front of Eddie who was sitting on the same stool from last time.

“I hope you are all sitting in seats that you like,” she said, “but after today you won’t be able to change seats.”

There was some uproar, but she quieted them down with an ear piercing whistle.

“Hey!” she called out. “It’s because you’ll want to be drawing from the angle every time otherwise your drawing and for the final oil painting will not turn out well.”

Everyone eyed each other and grumbled, with a few people getting up and shuffling around. Joyce let them.

Steve stayed in his spot. It was far enough back that the model (Eddie, his mind helpfully supplied) would be in full view, but close enough so Steve could make out details.

Someone tried to make him move.

“Come on, I want to sit there,” the girl whined. “It’s the best spot in the room.”

Steve smiled up at her, tight lipped. “I know. That’s why I’m here. I need this class to graduate.”

Eddie frowned. He supposed that could be true, an art credit for whatever business or law degree the dude was getting.

“Just move, asshole,” she sneered.

Steve worked his jaw back and forth. He didn’t want to get Joyce involved, mainly because he was pretty damn sure she would take the girl’s side. Be the gentleman and all that.

“I’m not moving,” he said firmly. “I was here first. I picked this spot because it’s got the best view of the model. This is my last class and then I’m done with school and I’m not going to fuck it up on the second day just because you feel entitled to a chair and an easel.”

She looked about to explode when Joyce came over. Steve closed his eyes expecting the worst.

“What’s going on here?” Joyce asked firmly.

The girl teared up. “He stole my seat, Mrs Byers. I was there first and when everyone else was moving around he slipped in and took it from me.” Steve looked up at her in shock.

Joyce raised a single eyebrow. “Steve?”

He looked back and forth between them. “What does it matter? No one’s going to believe me anyway.” He leaned over to grab his stuff, but he felt a firm but gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Steve...” Joyce said. “Just tell me your side.”

He let out a shuddering breath. “I sat here last time. When I arrived first thing it was empty. I sat down, same as before. Then she came up and started demanding I get up.”

Joyce looked at the girl. “Is this true, Michelle?”

Michelle shook her head, tears still falling down her cheeks.

Joyce looked around them. “Did anyone see what happened?” she called out.

Eddie stepped forward and Steve knew at once that he was fucked. He would be regulated to the back, and he would fail the class. Again.

Eddie put his hands on his lower back and rocked back on his heels. “She’s a lying reptilian bitch.”

All heads snapped to face him.

“Excuse me?!” Michelle protested.

“You heard me,” Eddie sneered. “Save your crocodile tears for the drama department, they’ll go over better there.”

Steve gulped.

“It happened just like Stevie here said. He didn’t do anything wrong. And I don’t think he should be forced to give up his spot just because she’s a woman, either,” Eddie continued.

Joyce turned to Michelle. “Take a spot in the back and come see me after class. We will be discussing whether or not you will be continuing my class.”

Michelle squealed in outrage. “But Mrs Byers!”

Joyce pointed at the back of the class and she was forced to walk back, every eye in the class following her.

Joyce pressed on the bridge of her nose and sighed.

“All right, now that we are all settled,” she said to the class. “We are going to work on upper body today.”

Eddie grinned. He looked Steve straight in the eye and took off his shirt. Steve reached down and grabbed his water bottle. His mouth was so dry right now. He gulped down the water as Eddie walked backward to sit back on his stool. He tied his hair back in a neat bun and got into position.

Steve was going to combust.

He picked up his drawing board and set it on the easel. He pulled out his pencils and got to work.

When Joyce came around, she stopped to admire it. “You’re really good, Steve. Just remember to go lightly at first, so it’s easier to correct mistakes.”

Steve blushed. That was his problem in all aspects of his life. He always went into heavy. Too dark. And when it inevitably blew up in his face, he was scarred for life.

“I’ll try, Mrs Byers,” he replied. He picked out an 4H pencil to force himself to go lighter and she nodded approvingly.

She walked on and Steve let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He really valued her opinion. She was the one that convinced him to try for art school. To teach art to others.

As he was cleaning up his stuff, Eddie came bounding up to him. With his shirt still off. Asshole.

“How did you know this was the best seat in the class?” Eddie asked as he tugged the shirt over his head. Not like it changed much. The sleeves had been off and most of the sides stretched so that Steve could count his ribs. Something he was very much trying not to do.

“I’ve failed the class three times,” Steve bit out. “So I’m really hoping to not do that again.”

Eddie laughed. “You failed three times? You must really like to leer at naked people.”

And there it was. Steve really shouldn’t have got his hopes up that Eddie was a cool dude.

“It’s not like that,” he growled. “And you know what? I don’t have to defend myself to you. Now, excuse me, I have to go get ready for work.” He brushed past Eddie, knocking their shoulders as he stormed off.

Eddie scowled. He jumped in because he didn’t like the way Steve immediately thought everyone would have gone against him. He liked proving people wrong. But every interaction he had with King Steve left him feeling like he was in the wrong.

He didn’t like that feeling. Not at all.

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Epilogue

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bettysupremacy · 2 years

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I gotchu bb.

Can we get a Robin x Byers!Reader (I love this dynamic) where reader is real withdrawn, but has been secretly pining for Robin, and maybe they get paired up for a project? (Another trope I love)

Thanks! Love your writing so much!

Robin Buckley x Fem! Byers! Reader

Warnings: angst, HAPPY ENDING (I’m incapable of sad ones), fluff, food is mentioned. Tell me if there’s more.

thx for the request and thx Lynn for helping me at 2:40 in the morning<3 @simpingrat

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Robin missed her best friend. She missed the sleepovers and movie nights. She missed sneaking free ice cream to her, behind Steve’s back. She missed the popsicles that Joyce would make, every summer, out of orange juice and lemonade. She missed summer 8, when all they did was ride their bikes and swim. She missed the way Y/N would only let Robin stick colorful bandaids on her knee when she fell off her bike. She missed it all.

It wasn’t that she was physically gone, Y/N was sitting three feet In front of her, behind a crooked desk. It was gut wrenching missing someone who never left. Missing someone who was there for all your memories.

Robin tried to excuse Y/N slowly withdrawing from her. Her whole family had just moved across the country without her, including her twin brother. She didn’t want to start senior year at a completely different school. Jonathan didn’t mind, but she did.

She tried to excuse it with the fact that the closest father figure she’s had, since her shitty biological father, had just died. And the fact that she’s experienced 3 years of upside down trauma, when Robin had only experienced 1.

She tried to excuse it in so many ways. She’d bend backwards, forwards, and around, just to defend her. But, the sad truth was, she knew this friendship, that she was holding like water in her hands, was slipping through her fingers.

Robin stares at Y/N in, hopefully, not a creepy way. The Sun from the windows is beaming on her, casting a halo effect around her resting head. Her back is hunched over in what looks to be an uncomfortable position. If they were still close, Robin would throw a piece of paper at her head, telling her to fix her posture.

“Robin? Robin!” Their teachers voice comes from the front of the classroom. She’s startled, did anyone see her looking at Y/N like that?

“I’m assigning partners for the project.” Mr. Smiths voice is gentler now, and he doesn’t mention how she was staring at Y/N. Robin thinks this is her favorite teacher, “I’m sticking you with Y/N.”

Is there a smile on his face when he says that?

Robin nods, more attentive. Turning towards Y/N with a grin. She expects to be met with her eyes, maybe a smile back, but she’s not even looking at Robin. Y/N’s still got her arms folded on her desk, head resting on top of them.

She try’s not to take it personally. She’s got a lot going on. It still doesn’t feel good though.

She was there when Lucas confided in Steve. She heard the way Lucas said Max’s mental health was declining, the way she was withdrawn, the way Max broke up with him, and the way she closed herself off from her friends. Robin couldn’t help but relate to their situation. Y/N’s not your girlfriend, she had to remind herself, it’s not the same.

After that conversation, she noticed how much time Max and Y/N were spending together. It worried her. They both withdrew from their family and friends, and now they were only hanging out with each other? What if Y/N broke off their friendship the way Max broke up with Lucas?

She looks back over at Y/N to see her eyes dash away from Robin’s. Was her mind playing tricks on her? Was she really looking at Robin for what felt like the first time in years?

When class ends, Robin walks over to Y/N’s desk. She hasn’t been this nervous to talk to her since she realized she had a crush on her, in sophomore year. She stands there silently for a moment. What is she supposed to say?

“Hey uh-“ Y/N flinches, “Woah. I’m sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering.. wondering what we’re going to do about the project? Cause like, I don’t know what I’m doing in this class, and you’ve always been really good at it. Do you wanna go to my house? Or we can go to your-“ her rambling is cut off when she sees Y/N staring at her with a smile. Her smile is so pretty.

“You’re rambling.”

She didn’t realize that. “I know.”

Jesus Christ, is there any AC in this school? Robin is sweating buckets.

Y/N stuffs her school supplies and paper into her bag messily and Robin scrunches her nose. She always kept her bag so organized, what’s happened to her?

She looks up from where she’s cleaning off her desk, “We can go to mine, I don’t mind. Steve won’t either.”

Oh right. She won’t be going to Y/N’s cozy childhood home, she won’t get greeted by Joyce at the door, and she won’t be invited to stay for dinner. She’ll be going to Steve’s house, because Y/N is staying there now.

Steve doesn’t even know how he convinced his mother and father to let his younger friend move into their house. But maybe something about the fact that they’re never there swayed them.

Robin’s trying to be better, but she can’t help that this makes her a little jealous. Steve gets Y/N all the time. He gets to talk to her and soothe her when she comes into his room because of nightmares. Robin misses that. She misses when Y/N would even tell her about nightmares. The only reason she knows that’s been happening, is because she pried it out of Steve at work.

“O-ok!” She wasn’t expecting her to act like nothing ever happened. “Um, cool! I’ll come over at 6:30?”

Her best friend nods, “I’ll tell Steve that you’ll be over. We can order a pizza.”

Robin’s head is fuzzy from excitement. She hasn’t hung out with her in forever. Even if this is for a school project.

When the fog of excitement disperses from her brain, she realizes that Y/N has already left the room.

Nothing matters anymore. It doesn’t matter that she knows her crush is one sided. It doesn’t matter that she won’t be in Y/N’s childhood bedroom, that she liked more then her own. Hell, it doesn’t even matter that she has to put up with Steve on her day off.

She gets to hang out with Y/N tonight, and that’s all that matters to her in this moment. Just like old times, she thinks.

What Robin didn’t know was that her best friend missed her as well. She missed the sleepovers and movie nights. She missed getting free scoops ahoy, behind Steve’s back. She missed her moms popsicles, orange juice for Robin and lemonade for her. She missed summer 9, when they both hyper fixated on board games, and Joyce bought them enough to last the whole summer. And she missed the way that Robin would play doctor on her knees when she would fall off her bike.

She knew she was withdrawing from Robin, and she felt devastatingly guilty about it. She was going through a lot, she’d tried to reason with herself. It never worked. Maybe this was for the best. Robin didn’t deserve a friend that was actively trying to find her way through a maze.

She didn’t know what to do when Mr. Smith partnered them together. She thought about asking him to change partners, until she saw the way Robin was giddily distracted by something outside the classroom window. She couldn’t do that to her after ditching her for so long- her eyes flit away when she notices Robin turning towards her. Did Robin see that?

Back at the house she greets Steve, who’s on the couch watching Scooby-Doo reruns. He had offered his house to her immediately after he’d learned about her family moving.

She’s upside down to him, because of the way his head is laying against the arm rest. He watches her take her shoes off by the door, and run upstairs to deposit her backpack on her bed, before running back downstairs and flopping next to him on the couch.

“Who are they fighting now?”

He looks over at her, but only briefly, before his eyes are back on the tv. “They’re on a cruise, but they’ve just changed course to the Bermuda Triangle, and the rest of the people on board are ghosts.”

Y/N’s socked feet settle in Steve’s lap. “Sounds scary.”

“We’ve been through worse.” He says dryly, proud when he sees that he’s cracked a grin out of her.

“Robin’s coming over tonight.”

He looks surprised, but she doesn’t have it in her to be offended. “She is? Oh, that’s good. I’ve been telling you how to need to get back out there.”

“It’s only for a school project.”

“Still,” he sits up so he can lean over and ruffle her hair. “I’m proud.”

Those two words weaken her. Steve always makes sure to tell her. She finished her math homework? He’s proud. She managed to drive past the ruins of the mall with him? he so proud of her. She comes into his room, to lay in the bed with him, after a nightmare? He’s proud she’s getting better at being vulnerable.

But every time he says it she feels this warm, gooey, feeling in her chest. Maybe that’s why he does it.

“She’s coming over around 6:30.”

“We can order a pizza.”

“That’s exactly what I said, Steve Harrington.”

Someone knocks on the door while they’re watching their 5th.. 6th?? Episode of Scooby-doo.

Y/N and Steve look up at each other confused. Who could it be? Nobody ever knocks at their door.

“Did you already order the pizza, Steve?”

He shakes his head.

Russians coming back to finish what they started? Steve did give him his address in the bunker.

He can see her thoughts spiraling into something close to dangerous. “Hey,” he whispers, “It’s not them, it’s probably like the.. mailman, or something.” He checks his watch and his face scrunches up.

“What?”

“It’s also 6:20, so there’s also a very real possibility that it’s Robin.”

Shit. She forgot. She flops back down on the couch and covers her eyes with her hands.

The knocking comes again.

“Do you want me to open the door?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Go upstairs before I do.”

She’d always be grateful to Steve for this. He always tried his best to make things easier for her. When school was starting up and she told him it was the last place she wanted to be, he promised to drive her to and from school, so she didn’t have to take the bus. When she was too scared to be home alone, he’d let her come to work with him and sit behind the desk with a book.

And now, he’s giving her the chance to go upstairs and prepare herself for the first interaction with Robin in months.

Y/N hates that it’s come to this. Having to prepare herself to hang out with someone who’s supposed to be her best friend. What if she takes one look at Robins pretty face and spills all her deepest darkest secrets? What if Robin gives her that laugh. The one reserved for Y/N, that makes her chest feel tight in adoration? What if-

There’s a knock on the door, and Y/N knows it’s Robin. It’s the same knock that Robin has used on her bedroom door since they were 6.

Robins head peaks through the door, “Hey, Bug.”

That damn nickname. It catches her so off guard she breaks into a startled smile. When was the last time Robin called her that?

“Hi, Robs.”

A smile grows on Robins face from her own nickname. Robs.

“Hi.” She repeats before walking into the room.

Robin expected it to be the same, bare, guest bedroom she had seen when Y/N had moved in, but it’s decorated. There are posters on every wall, the bed has a big purple comforter on it, and theres a stack of comics and cassettes on a dresser.

It smells like Y/N’s favorite perfume in here, Robin notices. There’s a couple of shirts on the ground, next to an overly full hamper. This room looks so lived in, Robin would never guess she moved in mere months ago.

Y/N catches her taking in the room. “Oh,” she says sheepishly, when she sees Robin staring at the Madonna poster, “Steve did this for me.”

“He did?” Robin feels a swell of pride for Steve.

Y/N walks over to the window that’s blowing in frosty night air, and closes it. Once closed, her curtains slowly fall down to rest besides the wall.

“Yeah. Oh, well, he surprised me with the posters. He dragged me to Linen ‘n Things so I could pick out the bedding.”

A laugh bubbles out of Robin, of course he did. She’s so grateful for Steve in this moment, it’s overwhelming.

Oh god. There’s that laugh. Y/N’s lightheaded from holding in her breath at the sound, eyes crinkling from a smile that fights its way onto her face.

When Robin turns back to her, Y/N is distracted, and Robin can see the smile on her face. She doesn’t know what she did to make her smile, but she hopes she does it again.

She watches Y/N drop down onto the bedroom floor and sits down next to her. Their knees touch when Y/N leans over to grab her backpack.

Robin forces herself to focus on something else, “So, how are we doing this?”

Y/N giggles. Why did she giggle? Robin looks up at her confused.

“I have no idea.”

A giggle is startled out of Robin as well.

Looking back on this, the two girls really do feel blind. Their time doing this project is filled with touches that linger a little too long, drifting eyes, from both the girls, over nose curves, cheek bones, and smile lines. The nervous giggles they let out are uncontrollable.

Steve can hear them from downstairs, feeling guilty at the thought of interrupting them for pizza. Both girls could smell the pizza wafting up into Y/N’s room, but silently ignored it, not realizing the other was ignoring it too.

He was so proud of Y/N coming out of her shell for the first time in months, though, Steve couldn’t help but mettle a little.

“Are you spending the night Robs?” Steve had asked her, picking pepperoni off of his pizza, feigning nonchalance.

Robin brain short circuited. Did Y/N want her to? She certainly wanted to.

She missed the silent conversation Steve and Y/N had with their eyes.

He looks over and can see Robin short circuiting.

“What? It’s a Friday night after all.” He shrugs.

“I- I didn’t bring any pajamas.”

“You can wear some of mine.. If you want.”

So now they’re in her room, under Y/N’s thick purple comforter, laying less then a foot away from each other. The box fan blowing in the background is loud, in comparison to their silence.

Robin is wearing a large marching band tee, that she could’ve sworn she lost in middle school, and cotton shorts.

She rolls around, surprised when she sees Y/N already facing her. Their thighs brush and Robin prays, to whatever god is out there, that Y/N can’t see the way her face flushes from the skin to skin contact.

She’s cant even pretend to be asleep, because Y/N’s eyes are already open, blinking slowly back at her. They lay there silently, staring at each other.

Robin takes in Y/N’s eyelashes, the way they kiss her eyelids, their curve when she closes them. She takes in the way her hair falls over her shoulders, and the way she seems to shrink in embarrassment at Robins gaze.

“I missed you.” Robin murmurs.

“I’m sorry.”

She blinks in confusion. “What’re you sorry for?”

“For distancing myself.”

“You think I’m mad about that?” Robin feels her heart shatter, and wonders if Y/N could hear it.

“You aren’t?”

“No.” Robin whispers, “No, not at all.”

It’s silent now. Robin can hear Y/N’s large breath of relief.

Y/N rolls onto her back with a huff. Her thoughts are going a million miles an hour and she doesn’t know how to stop them. Robin just watches her stare at the ceiling, admiring her side profile.

The next words look like they’re struggling to leave Y/N’s mouth, like she hasn’t made up her mind on wether or not she’s gonna say them. “I need to tell you something.”

Robin sits up on her elbow and can hear the crinkling of fresh sheets under her, “What is it?”

More silence. Y/N sits up, crossing her legs under her as she looks down at Robin, still resting on her elbows. She’s struggling so much to get these words out.

Robin sits up as well. Crossing her legs under her, like Y/N, so that both their knee caps are touching. She watches Y/N’s eyes fixate on where their skin is touching.

“Are you okay?” Robin searches for her eyes.

That was a dumb question, Robin thinks, is she okay from what?

“Yeah- no, I’m fine. I just-“ She looks Robin in the eyes for a mere 3 seconds before covering them with her palms. “I like girls.”

Robin stops breathing. Did Y/N really think Robin would judge her for that? Robin came out to her in junior year.

She softly grabs Y/N’s wrists gently and peels her hands away from her eyes.

“Did you really think I’d judge you for that?”

Y/N shakes her head profusely, frightened that she offended Robin.

“No!”

Robin nods slowly, Y/N still looks like she’s going to burst into tears, and Robin wants anything but that to happen. She doesn’t know how to comfort crying people very well.

Robin smoothes her hand over Y/N’s hairline, “Is there more, bug?”

She hates herself for getting hopeful.

“I also like-“

“Hm?”

“I also like you.” Her voice breaks.

Robin pulls her hand back. Her whole world stops. Is she kidding? She doesn’t even know how to respond.

Y/N takes Robin’s silence as fear, disgust.

“And, I- I know that just because you’re a lesbian, doesn’t mean you like every girl you know. I know that! And you don’t have to like me back. Truly, you don’t have to-“

Her words are cut off as Robin flings her arms around her. There’s so much momentum that Y/N has to brace her hands behind her, so that she doesn’t fall backwards.

She doesn’t know what to do. Slowly, and confusedly, she wraps her arms around Robin’s stomach.

“Why are you hugging me?” Comes out muffled, from her face being mushed into Robin’s sleep shirt.

Robin shakes her head in the crook of her neck.

When they pull back both girls are in tears. Taking one look at their glossy eyes, they both break into wet giggles.

“Why are you crying?” Robin teases, searching for Y/N’s eyes again. “I’m the one that just got love professed to her.”

Y/N shakes her head “Why am I crying? I’m the one that just came out to you.”

“I’ll let you have it.”

She scoffs amusedly, “She’ll let me have it.”

Robin grins, so brightly, so full of pride, Y/N has no choice but to smile back. Two lovesick fools sit, staring at each other.

There’s a brief moment where Robin glances down at Y/N’s lips. Their faces are so close. How didn’t they notice that?

“Can I-?” Robin is looking down at her lips unashamedly now.

She nods. They both lean in, unsure of how this’ll effect their friendship. What if one likes it and the other doesn’t? What if they both don’t like it? Is that years of friendship down the drain? They both flinch a little at the same time. Smiling at each other, they go for it again.

Y/N has never kissed a boy before, or anyone for that matter, but this feels right. This feels perfect.

Robin grabs her face and Y/N has to clutch her arms for support.

The sound of a loud gasp breaks them apart.

They turn around, horrified, to see Steve standing there. He’s covering up his excitement poorly, bouncing from foot to foot.

“I was just coming to see if you too wanted to watch a movie with me but if you’re too busy-“ he smiles cheekily.

“Harrington.“

“I’ve got Indiana Jones, but if you’re-“

“Harrington!”

He gives Y/N a giddy smile. “Yes?”

“We’ll down in a moment.”

“Okay.” He winks at her before closing the door.

The bed sheets shuffle as Y/N turns towards Robin again.

“Girlfriend.” Y/N test’s slowly.

Robin tucks some hair behind the girls ear, and then cups her face, so she can lean forward and kiss the edge of her mouth.

“Girlfriend.”

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panandinpain0 · 2 years

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Hi if you're taking requests can I request a stranger things will x male reader where the reader gets advice/comfort from Steve (and Robin if you want) with his crush on will. Btw your will x male reader stories are amazing and I love your writing sm. Thank you!

All-Knowing

Requested by: Anon

Hello! I'm excited to do this, thank you for requesting! You didn't specify whether you wanted headcannons or a story- but this seems like a oneshot thing to me so I'm going to go with story. Thank you for reading my other things! I hope you're having a good day, my friend.

Will Byers x Male!Reader (Platonic relationship with Steve and Robin- kinda like older siblings :))

OH- I headcanon Steve as bisexual so he's going to have gay experience like Robin :D

Warnings: Swearing, slight internalized homophobia (just scared of rejection from his crush and friends), etc?

(This'll be based in season 3, so (Y/N), Steve, and Robin will be at Scoops Ahoy)

(Y/N) was lost in thought as he followed his friends through the busy mall. It was a surprise he hadn't gotten lost from them yet. As he tuned back into the frantic conversation his friends were having, (Y/N) groaned and rolled his eyes.

"We're broke- this is incredibly hard to do," Mike complained. He was trying to find a "make-up" gift for Eleven after making her upset. Mike wouldn't shut up about how Hopper threatened him and shit, and normally (Y/N) would care but he was dealing with his own problems.

"Hey, guys, good luck on your search. I'm going to go..." his voice trailed off as he caught sight of Scoops Ahoy, "get some ice cream! See 'ya."

As he went to walk away Will swiftly turned and caught onto his wrist, a look of concern set on his features.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine, don't worry about me. You stay here, Mike needs all the help he can get," (Y/N) dismissed, scoffing at Mike and walking away.

And with that he stepped foot on the tile of the bright shop, a few customers sitting at booths but overall an escape from the large crowd behind him. Walking up to the counter he observed all of the ice cream names, not really comprehending any of it.

"(L/N)!" Steve cheered, coming out from the back with Robin as they both looked at him.

"You usually aren't this excited to see me," (Y/N) mumbled, raising an eyebrow at the two energy filled young adults.

"Well, we're bored, to tell you the truth. And you're a familiar face, so..." Robin shrugged and flipped the scoop in her hand. "What can I getcha'?"

"Uhm... chocolate?" you asked, still seemingly in a daze.

Steve and Robin shared a look before she scooped your ice cream and handed it to you. Both of them walked out from behind the counter as you tried to look for the money you had in your pockets.

"No, no, no, it's on the house, bud," Steve reassured, throwing his arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders and turning him around, sitting him down in a booth nearby as Robin put up a sign telling customers they weren't there.

"Wha-" (Y/N) grunted in confusion as he was suddenly trapped in the round booth, Steve and Robin blocking his ways out.

"What's up, doofus?" Robin asked with thinly veiled concern. Steve nodded and held his hands in front of him like a father lecturing his child.

"I- well, there's no use in denying it. It's all so stupid, though," (Y/N) sighed defeatedly, licking his ice cream dejectedly.

"Well, spill it," Steve encouraged, getting a bit impatient.

"It's Will. I-I know we've always been close, best friends, even closer than with the others. But... I don't know, it feels... different."

"What kind of different?" Steve asked, eyebrow raised.

"Like... Steve and I's kind of different, or like..." Robin gestured vaguely in the air without finishing her sentence.

(Y/N) bit his lip as he looked at the two. "I think... like your kind of different."

Steve let out a light laugh, "You've got a thing for the Byers kid?"

He flushed red, choosing to pay more attention to his ice cream then the conversation.

"That's nothing to be embarrassed about- I'm just not sure how I didn't see it." Robin shrugged.

"Yeah, well, hopefully no one noticed."

"Would it be such a bad thing if they did?" Steve asked, resting his head against his propped up fist.

"I don't know... my friends, they're all girl crazy. Maybe they wouldn't want to hang out anymore if they knew I wasn't as interested as they were... Plus- if Will-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, pal, Will is most definitely gay," Robin interrupted, Steve nodding along as if it was common knowledge.

"Wait- really?" (Y/N) asked, perking up in interest.

"Think about it, is he as 'girl crazy' as your other friends?" Steve added, taking off his hat and sitting it on (Y/N)'s head.

"No..."

"But you wanna know what we think?" Robin asked as she took his hand, looking him in the eyes.

"What do you think?"

"That Will Byers is most definitely (Y/N) (L/N) crazy," she teased, patting him on the cheek as Steve put an arm around him in a side hug.

"And that DnD game you guys play. Kid won't stop telling me about it." Steve looked slightly confused as he remembered the pain of trying to comprehend his conversations with the boy.

(Y/N) laughed and licked his ice cream, taking a deep breath as he looked at his two friends.

"I guess you're right."

"You guess? Of course we're right! We're all-knowing!" Robin dramatically stood up and spun around, looking at him with a "duh" face.

(Y/N) snorted, sliding out of the booth and throwing Steve his hat back.

"Thanks for the advice and ice cream, guys!" (Y/N) started to walk away, sticking his hand in his pocket.

"Where are you going?" Steve shouted to him, standing next to Robin.

"To shoot my shot!" (Y/N) shouted back, smiling at them.

I hope this lived up to your expectation! Or at least as much as it can!

This was pretty short but writer's block is kicking my ass, so yeah.

-Author Max <3

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asimpforthe80s · 4 months

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Just a little drunk

Starring: Jonathan Byers x Y/N

Warnings: very drunk Y/N, Y/N acting like a toddler, annoyed Jonathan Byers

you get super drunk at a party, and your best friend Mike had to call your boyfriend Jonathan to come and pick you up. When he comes to mikes house, he and Mike help you get to the car since you can’t even sit up straight. "Why would you get so drunk, baby?" He seems super concerned, but he keeps his eyes on the road. "Heh.. I dunno." You slurred with your words.

Jonathan takes one hand from the steering wheel to gently pet your head. "Did anyone offer to buy you those drinks?"

You nodded. "Uh-huh- hic." He frowns. "And you accepted them?" He has a tight grip on the steering wheel, and he seems a little bit pissed off. "Only like.. one of em... I think.." A drunken smile was plastered on your face.

He sighs. "Well what did you drink? I swear if you say tequila…" You giggled, followed by another small hiccup. "Just.. a few shots of vodka and a lil tequila even tho you told me not to."

He lets out a long breath and grits his teeth together. "I swear if you're sick right now I'm going to freak out on you. But I'll bring you home." He pauses. "Was anyone being weird to you or making advances? Did anyone try to make a move on you?"

You tried to think about it. Your head was a blur, but you could make out some of it even in your drunk haze. "Just a guy who asked me to come out back.." Jonathan's jaw tenses and he grips the steering wheel a little bit harder before taking another deep breath. "What did you tell him?"

You out one of your hands up. "I told em to fuck off." You giggled. The tension in his face seems to lessen, and he even gives you a playful little wink. "That's my girl. And he left you alone, right?"

"No, but the bartender made him leave." Jonathan sighs. "Good god… you are such a handful sometimes." He smiles and shakes his head a little bit. "When we get home I'm going to get you a bucket and some ice-cold water and you are going to drink it, understood? But for now, you need to focus on not throwing up in my car." A slightly confused expression mixed with your very drunk one. "Why would I throw up? I don't even feel sick... - scratch that.."

He gives you a slightly panicked look. "If you're gonna get sick, try to warn me so I can pull over, because I don't have anything in the car to clean it up with." You looked at him. "Pull over.." you mumbled. God, you were such a mumbler when you were drunk. He immediately pulls over and puts the car in park. He then puts on the emergency flashers and lets out another stressed sigh. "Tell me when you're about to throw up, babe, please don't get it on my seats, I'm begging you."

You got out and decided to throw up in a nearby bush. Jonathan sighs and gets out of the car to give you a hand. "I knew it… just try to get all of it out of your system. It'll make you feel better, trust me. When you're done I'll get you some water." You tried to hold your own hair out of your face, but it didn't work. He notices, and he gently grabs your hair and tries to hold it back and away from your face as you throw up. "You're a mess, you know that?"

You giggled. "Uh-huh.." He smiles and rubs the back of your neck gently. "Come on, you know how this goes. Once you're done emptying your stomach, come back to the car and sip some water and lay down for a bit. That'll set you straight." You groaned, dried the vomit on your sleeve, and got in the backseat to lay down. Jonathan hands you a water bottle and you take a few sips. "Hey, drink the whole bottle, you need to keep yourself hydrated. Trust me, it's going to help." When you were drunk, you often acted like a toddler or an overhappy nineteen year old. "I don't wanna drink water.." you pouted.

"You're going to drink this whole bottle if you know what's good for you." Jonathan's tone changed and was now more direct. "You're going to drink this whole bottle and then you're going to relax in the car and let the water run through your body." He pauses. "No more alcohol for you tonight, and probably not for a while after this."

"But Jonathan..!" You started. He doesn't let you finish. "No buts. You're not touching one more drop of alcohol. You have been a constant pain in my ass tonight. You could've gotten yourself killed, or worse, so don't argue with me. You're gonna drink the damn water and you're gonna do it now. Got it?" You pouted, but slowly drank a little water. Jonathan watched and then smiled. "Good girl." He paused. "Drink it all, please." You groaned but kept drinking it.

After a minute you had finished the water. "Is your stomach feeling better or do you think you could throw up again?"

"I'm fine, Jonathan.." You mumbled and slightly curled up to a ball across the backseat row. He sighs and closes his eyes. "Thank god, because to be honest, I didn't feel like dealing with this again. I thought I'd be getting my hot girlfriend out of a party instead of a toddler to babysit." His comment annoyed you slightly. "I'm not a toddler!"

"You're acting like one, so I'm treating you like one." He pauses to think. "You know how this goes, you get drunk, you become a pain in my ass, so I have to babysit you." Out of absolutely nowhere, you said, "Baby, I wanna go home 'n cuddle.." Jonathan pauses and opens his eyes, and he smiles slightly. "Do you really?"

You nodded. "Mhm.." Without another word, he puts the car in gear and heads towards your home. He then checks his rearview mirror. "Hey, you want me to carry you to bed once we're home?" You nodded. "Uh-huh.."

He parks the car in the driveway and then walks over to your side of the car and opens the door. After making sure that you have your bearings under control, he gently takes you up into his arms. "Are you gonna throw up again if I carry you?"

"Nuh-uh.." you said, doing the grabbed hands. "Good, because I'm really not in the mood to clean up after you again tonight." He kisses the top of your head and walks towards the front door. "Do you want me to lay you down on the couch or in your bed?"

You'd already fallen asleep when he asked. Well, that answers how you hadn't fallen asleep in the car. He looks at you and laughs. He was going to try to lay you down on the couch, but then he sees that you've already fallen asleep. After smiling to himself a little bit, he brings you inside and gently lays you down in your bed. He then pulls the covers over you and kisses your forehead.

You whine in your sleep and tug at his shirt. He looks down at you and raises his eyebrows. "Do you need something? Do you want me to come and cuddle you instead?" You tug more at his shirt. "Mh.. baby.. don't go.." you mumbled. Jonathan sighs and comes into bed with you. He pulls you into his arms and gives you a kiss on the cheek. "There, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

You sighed happily and slept on his chest. He smiles and pulls you closer to him. "You're so cute when you're asleep." He kisses the top of your head and closes his eyes.

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elvendria · 1 year

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Noticing You - e.m x fem reader Part Two

Chapter Song: Chaotic - Tate McRae (Y/n will act like it's her song)

(Also Eddie has a job as a mechanic apprentice because let's be real, the idea of Eddie all sweaty and covered in grease is appealing)

tw: shy nerdy reader, shy eddie, sleazeball hellfire member (Not the guy unlisted, this is an OC character)

word count: 4467

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part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

September 2nd

My fingertips pressed against the ivory keys of the school's beat-up piano. Robin had asked me to consider joining band, and realistically I never play the piano at home anymore, at least not for myself. But I'm not totally sold on the idea.

It runs the first half of lunch, and it would be nice to get back out there and play with a group of people, not just to the mannequin the art department left in here after they were finished sketching the human figure. The thing is so creepy, I tried putting a hat on it just to make it look less, well, creepy, but all it did was make it look like a sleep paralysis demon with style.

After band, Robin caught up with me in the halls. She started rambling on about something Steve had said during their shift at Family Video. I was only listening to snippets of the conversation, trying desperately to get to the library before she dragged me to the cafeteria. But before I knew it, she'd linked my arms and started walking to the disgusting pit that people choose to eat lunch in. Willingly.

You'd think that I would at least have a chance at overpowering Robin given how tall and slight looking she is, but the truth is Robin spent her entire summer slinging ice cream, and she's got seriously strong arms because of it. An unfair advantage if you ask me, giving piano lessons to kids hardly builds up your strength.

"You're not holing up in your nerd castle just so you can avoid facing him." Robin laughed, practically dragging me down the halls, each step taking me closer and closer to food poisoning.

"I have no idea who you-" I started

"Shut up Y/n, did you forget that I sit beside you in bio already? I've seen how you look at him, I'm surprised he hasn't found out yet, you are one serious stealth master when it comes to hiding how you feel about someone,"

"I don't feel that way about anyone. It's a stupid concept reinforced by stupid people. I just get shy around him that's all,"

Just as I said that Vickie caught up with us and complimented Robin on her trumpet performance at band. Robin immediately went red and kept stumbling over her words, but in the end, she managed a "Thanks, you too," before Vickie walked away.

I keep forgetting how nervous Robin gets around people, especially girls. I guess it's another thing we have in common.

Walking into the cafeteria, I pulled my green and black flannel around myself, partially hiding the Metallica shirt I wore underneath. It used to be my Dad's, but I doubt he's going to come back to scold me about wearing his clothes. Even so, I didn't want Dustin to see it, he'd have a million questions and every second one would be "Are you okay?"

After grabbing what I can only assume is an attempt at lasagna, I spot my brother and wave before going to sit two tables down. He tries to beckon me over to sit with him, or to at least sit at the empty table between us, but he's with his Hellfire group, and I just wanted to be by myself. With Robin.

I taught Dustin how to play D&D when I was 10 and he was 7. Mom and Dad couldn't stop fighting, and he was almost always drunk. I didn't want Dustin to hear him, so I'd take him down to the basement or the back garden and try and distract him. He then brought his friends around and I taught them how to play D&D too, eventually resigning and letting Will Byers become their Dungeon Master. But with him having moved to California with Johnathan and Eleven, I guess they needed someone else to take over for Will.

I just wish it wasn't Eddie.

"Y/n, you're staring at your lunch like it's going to kill you." Robin laughed, sitting down across from me.

"I swear I saw the pasta move on its own," I say, poking at it with my fork. "See? It just blinked at me." I looked at the lunch lady, scratching at the mole on her face, and suddenly I wasn't hungry anymore. That was when I felt the weight of the cafeteria benches shift.

Looking across, I saw my brother's massive grin as he sat down beside me. He was digging into his lasagna and I suddenly wanted to be sick, even going so far as to fake gag. I picked up his lunch tray and put it in the trash in an attempt to prevent anything that may end with him in the nurse's office.

"Hey! I was enjoying that!" He grumbled, folding his arms and sulking in his seat.

"Yeah well I'll make you a grilled cheese later, one that won't leave you with your head in the toilet bowl," I said. He started to mimic me, which resulted in me mimicking him back, and we went on like that until Robin slammed her hands on the table, forcing us both to look at her.

"Oh my god, you two are the most childish people I've ever met, yet somehow you're still the most adorable people I've ever met. If I didn't already know you're brother and sister I would definitely guess that you're somehow related" Robin laughed, exchanging knowing looks with Mike.

"See? Even the thought of being related to you is sending my friends crazy." I nudged him in the side.

"Friend, singular. I don't see multiple people sitting here." He nudged me back.

"Speaking of, why are you sitting here, isn't your club table there," I said, nodding my head in the direction of the table Dustin normally sat at.

"Well you wouldn't sit with us, so we wanted to sit with you," I glanced over and saw that the rest of the hellfire club had started to pick up their lunch trays.

"Well, that's very sweet Dustbin, but Robin and I have something we need to work on for Bio class," I said, kicking Robin under the table. Harder than I meant to.

"What? Ow- I mean yeah, tons of homework, Mr Wright will be pissed if we don't finish it by Monday." Robin said, saving me from humiliation as we both stood up and began to walk away.

"What about coming by Hellfire tonight?" Dustin called out again,

"I'll pick you up at 6:30, but I've got homework and lessons Dustin so I'll be pretty busy." Suddenly mid-sentence my eyes locked with Eddies, and he held my stare for a moment, or a lifetime, I couldn't tell, and deep down a feeling stirred within me. I pushed it down and away as I turned and walked as fast as I could before I had the chance to make a fool of myself, Robin following along behind me.

"Damn," She said, "You've got it bad for that boy huh?" She teased me as we walked down the halls,

"I don't 'Have it bad' for anyone. I've already told you this. I'm just shy around people in general."

"Yes, but you're especially shy around our dear Mr Munson," She said, over-dramatically fluttering her eyelashes and cupping her hands beside her face.

"I'm not continuing this Robin, I'll wind up with a headache that will last for days," I said, stopping to sit on a bench in the hall "Anyways we've discussed this before, I'm more nervous around him because I made a fool of myself in front of him in middle school."

"Fine, I get it. But we have a problem with our excuse. Dustin's going to say it to Eddie, and Eddies in our bio class, he's going to know we have nothing due." Robin said, sitting beside me and placing her head on my shoulder. We both let out a really loud sigh

"Oh god," I said, wanting to hide in the furthest corner of the world where no one will ever find me.

Classes seemed to drag on until the bell rang. I thought about making my way home to start on my English homework. But as I was passing by the music room, I caught sight of the piano, and it was like my heart lulled me to it.

I waited till the halls were fairly empty, getting a few homework assignments done before I sat at the bench and played random notes that had been bouncing around my head all day. Humming the tune as I played, I tried pairing it with lyrics I had written down sometime last week,

"I have this paralyzing fear that I'll maybe go nowhere," I started quietly, afraid in case lingering students still in the halls might hear me.

"But God forbid me ever admitting I could be scared." I continued humming the tune until I got to the next section of lyrics I had written.

"You said it looks like I've been going through hell, How did you know, how could you tell?"

I didn't have anything else to go along with that just yet, but it was getting there, and I liked the way it sounded.

As I was getting up to leave, I could hear some rustling outside the door followed by the sound of someone running. I just grabbed my bag and left, if I was late to another teaching lesson, Mrs O'Dwyer would find someone else to teach her bratty child how to play the piano. The girl doesn't even attempt to learn, but her mother pays well and doesn't skimp out even though I'm not qualified to teach.

Getting into the car, I saw there was only one car left in the parking lot. He sat in it and looked straight ahead like he was thinking a million things at once.

I suddenly felt awful. Everyone calls him "The Freak," and here I was, acting as if I agreed with them. There were days when I so desperately wanted to speak to him, to say that I liked his tattoos, but the minute I see him I clam up, and no words are uttered until I'm alone in my car that afternoon. Then I go and say everything I wish I said to him during the day.

I checked my watch. It was 3:30 now, Dustin would need me to pick him up in 3 hours.

As I pulled out of the parking lot, I did what I do best, and pushed everything down until I couldn't feel anything anymore.

I got home and by the time I finished teaching the little brat and done a few assignments, it was time to pick up Dustin. It was dark out, and it looked like it might rain. I grabbed an umbrella just in case and made my way to the school.

It held some type of fascinating eeriness to it at night. The kind that made the hair on your arms stand up straight and sent a chill down your spine.

Dustin, Lucas and Mike came bouncing out of the school doors, laughing at each other before hopping in the car.

"How was Hellfire?" I asked as we pulled out of the parking lot. The steering had become stiff, which is never a good sign.

"It was so cool Y/n, Eddie is just the best!" Mike announced from the back seat, earning a round of agreements from the rest of the boys.

I was halfway home when my baby made a sputtering noise that didn't sound good. I was only a mile from home, and thankfully we made it to the end of the street before she gave out completely.

"Guys get out, Dustin go to the house and call the Sinclair's and the Wheeler's. Tell them my car is broken down but Lucas and Mike are more than welcome to stay with us till tomorrow. They left clothes from the last time they stayed and mom washed them so they should be OK" I told them as they clambered out of the car and made their way up the road,

"Guess I'm taking you to the shop tomorrow," I said, rubbing the wheel of my car.

"That should be fun."

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EDDIES POV

*earlier that day*

I sat in Ms O'Donnell's, twiddling the pen between my fingers, trying my best to pay attention, but all I could think about for the past 37 days was my D&D Campaign, playing the guitar, and the redhead that I knocked over outside the library on the first day back.

I'd seen her around, and I almost always saw her coming out of the library during lunch. The day that we bumped into each other and she dropped everything, she forgot to pick up a pen, and I don't know why, but I held onto it.

Y'know, in case she ever needed it back.

But every time I'd get close to her, She'd rush away. I almost caught her at her locker once, I was going to tap her on the shoulder and give it back, but I froze about 5 steps away from her. I remember my heart was beating louder than Gareth on the drums and my palms were weirdly sweaty. The next thing I know the bell is ringing and I've turned and walked away in the opposite direction.

At first, I thought she was like everyone else, who only saw me as Eddie "The Freak" Munson, but then her brother joined Hellfire, and I slowly but surely wormed the answers I needed out of him when no one was around. And boy, when I got one answer, I pretty much got them all at once.

Dustin did not know when to shut up. Kid was a goddamn blabbermouth. He wasn't a bad dude. Less annoying than I thought he would be, but not by much. Still, I liked him. He brought a decent sense of humor to the party.

-Last Week-

"Oh, Y/n? Yeah, she's just shy around everyone. I'm surprised she's friends with Robin, maybe it's because she sits beside her and is pretty much forced to talk to her. All she ever does is hang out in the library or give music lessons to little kids." Dustin rambled on. "And every other evening she's working in the new diner."

Guess I was going to have to start making more trips to the diner then.

"Oh yeah? What kind of instrument does she play?" I asked after Hellfire one night when no one else was around, not sure what I was expecting to hear.

"Piano mostly," He told me as we packed up the last few bits from the game. "She used to play the guitar a lot." He said quietly, packing the last of his things into his bag.

I had about 10 more questions just off that sentence alone. Why did she stop? Who taught her? Was she any good still? I was about to ask when Dustin called out a goodbye before exiting the room, leaving me with what felt like a million unanswered questions.

-Present Day-

The class bell rang, signalling the start of lunch, and I was making my way to the cafeteria when I suddenly found myself making my way to the library. I stood there for about 10 minutes, not fully knowing why this was happening, but 100% knowing what I hoped would happen. That she would turn the hall and walk down here, smiling and saying hi as she saw me, before walking into the library and doing whatever it is she does in there.

I looked at the ground and thought of where she fell that day. I thought about how her glasses flew from their resting place on the crown of her head, and how I felt when I handed them back to her.

In that moment, all the colours in the world suddenly felt so dull and drab compared to the pool of blues and greens in her eyes.

Suddenly, they were the only thing I wanted to see for the rest of my life. I wanted to study each individual eyelash and watch as her eyes crinkled at the sides when she smiled.

After 10 minutes, she hadn't arrived, and I couldn't see her inside already. Feeling defeated, I turned and walked to the cafeteria, meeting up with the rest of the guys at "the freaks" table. Gareth, Jeff, Paul and George sat there with Mike and Dustin, the group trying to convince George not to leave the group. Personally, I couldn't care less if the sleazeball stayed or left. When I sat down and started shoving pretzels in my mouth we began talking about the important stuff, the new campaign.

After a while, I saw Dustin waving his arms around like a crazy person, which I've come to realize isn't totally out of the ordinary for him, but this time he let out a defeated sigh, which made me think he was trying to get someone's attention.

This was my chance. I smirked at Dustin from across the table.

"10 bucks you can't get her to sit with us," Giving him a sly smile. Surely she wouldn't say no to sitting with her brother right?

"Hell, I bet 20 bucks he won't even be able to talk to her." George laughed, not realizing the relation. "She's in my English class, and let's just say I'd like to see those lips do more than recite Shakespeare."

I kicked him under the table and shot him a death stare, "Do you have to be so fucking gross all the damn time?" Why was I so angry right now?

"What man? She's a hot senior who apparently listens to good music, of course I'm gonna want a piece of that," He said smugly,

I threw a handful of pretzels at his head, wishing they were something a lot heavier.

"Watch your goddamn mouth George." I hissed through gritted teeth.

"Deal," Dustin said loudly, breaking the tension as he gave me a knowing look, and yet he looked curious at the same time, "On the getting her to sit with us thing. Once Mike and I are over there, we'll give the signal and you come join us. Piece of cake."

I could hear her conversation about how disgusting the lunch looked, and to be fair she wasn't wrong. When she said the food was blinking at her I nearly laughed but suppressed it as Dustin had just sat at her table.

He started digging into his lunch and she looked like he was going to be sick, even feigning gagging.

"Eddie, he is so blowing this." George said smugly as she got up from the table "I can smell my 20 bucks already."

Dustin gave the signal, but I didn't want to go just yet. I motioned for the boys to hang on for a bit before heading over, and just as I suspected, she came back and sat with Dustin,

"Hey! I was enjoying that!" He sat back in his chair and folded his arms

"I guess you're down 20 bucks George, Dustin over there is chatting up a storm." Jeff laughed.

"Yeah well I'll make him a grilled cheese later, one that won't leave you with your head in the toilet bowl," She said back.

"Did she just invite him over? Is that even legal?" Gareth questioned in all seriousness. I just watched her as she poked fun at Dustin. She was terrible at impressions, but clearly, it runs in the family. I didn't realize I was staring until Robin Buckley slammed her hands on the table, pulling me from my daze.

"Oh my god, you two are the most childish people I've ever met, yet somehow you're still the most adorable people I've ever met. If I didn't already know you're brother and sister I would definitely guess that you're somehow related," Robin laughed at them. I wanted to laugh too, but I was trying to keep a straight face.

"Wait, they're related? No fair! I'm revoking my bet, it doesn't count if they already know each other." George was such a sore loser, both in and out of D&D campaigns. Things will be so much easier when he quits, and thank god he's not in the band so I don't have to see him outside of school.

"A deals a deal gentlemen, and we said we'd go join him. Grab your lunches and let's go." I said to them, but just as we picked up our trays, I heard her say,

"Well that's very sweet Dustbin, but Robin and I have something that we need to work on for bio class." She hurriedly rose from the table as Robin muttered something about homework for Mr Wright.

We didn't have biology homework.

Wait did we?

No, we didn't, I remember class this morning. He was talking about cells and other boring shit, but I remember not getting homework because Harrington would not shut up about having more time over the weekend.

As she got up to leave she told Dustin she'd get him from Hellfire tonight after her lessons. Does she give lessons? I remember Dustin saying she gave them to little kids, but I thought that was just a summer job-type thing.

Our stares met for a moment, her eyes were like the colour of a golden hazelnut and I felt a weird tightness in my chest. As she turned away I saw her Metallica shirt and raised an eyebrow.

"So, big sis is a heavy metal fan huh? Doesn't seem the type." I asked Dustin as lunch ended.

"Oh, the shirt? It was my Dad's. He used to love heavy metal music. He used to put it on and dance around the room with her. Or at least attempt to dance," he spoke both quietly and nonchalantly, "When he left, she stopped listening to it, but she still keeps his old vinyl collection in her wardrobe and she wears that shirt when she's stressed or upset," He let out a sigh as I walked alongside him in silence "She thinks I don't know that, but I do."

I couldn't think of anything else to say. I felt like I was starting to know her, to relate to her, without ever actually speaking to her. I couldn't bring myself to say her name, it felt weird to call her by it when she hadn't even officially spoken to me.

I gave Dustin a pat on the shoulder and a small smile, before turning and walking to class.

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I spent most of my time in my last few classes doodling notes for tonight's campaign. When the bell finally rang, I jumped out of my seat and was almost out the door when Mr Finch called me back into the history classroom.

"Eddie, I know you don't care now, but I hope you understand that you need to work a bit harder in class and pay attention. You may not care now, but if you want to graduate you need at least a C in this class. It's very important."

I nodded in agreement and he let me leave the class. How is anything I learn here going to benefit me in the future? I grabbed a few books from my locker but when I was passing the music room I could hear someone playing the piano.

I looked through the window in the door to see if it was her. She sat playing a few keys once in a while and then jotting something down. Did she write music?

"I have this paralyzing fear that I'll maybe go nowhere," She sang quietly

Well, that answers that question.

I listened to her finish her piece, sitting on the floor outside just in case she might see me. When I heard the music stop, I peeked my head up to look at her, and she was just about to get up to leave.

"Shit," I whisper-yelled to myself, grabbing my bag and sprinting down the hall before anyone could see me, almost falling a few times in the process.

I reached my car and sat there trying to catch my breath. There was a reason I didn't try out for the track team. I thought about her singing, her voice, her laugh, and the tightness in my chest came back.

I reached behind me into the back of my van to pull out my box of cigarettes and a lighter from my duffel bag with my spare clothes in it for work at Wayne's Mechanic shop later. I was only going to check stock, but that place is covered in oil, and I didn't want to ruin my clothes.

I sat around for a few minutes and smoked, not thinking of much, before heading in to start up the club.

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"Hellfire can not be run in just 3 hours," Mike groaned at the end of the session, "Every time we get somewhere good, we have to finish up for the week."

"Normally I'd agree with you Wheeler, but next week is going to blow your minds!" I laughed whilst twiddling my thumbs, attempting to appear manic and succeeding.

Everyone filed out of the classroom turned dungeon and into the car park, and there she was, just like she said she'd be. Dustin, Lucas and Mike walked over to her, her eyes lighting up slightly as she saw them. I wanted to go over and talk to her about anything and everything. To let her know that she has a fantastic smile that I wish she would direct at me, just once. But before I could move my feet, they drove off in her little yellow car.

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Later that evening, I was about to close up shop when the phone rang. Probably someone in need of help during the rainstorm.

"Hey-lo, Munson Motor Shop, Eddie here," I answered

"Fuck." the woman on the other end of the line whispered, followed by a dead silence.

"Um, hello?" I was getting impatient now, it was 9 and I wanted to close up shop.

"My car broke down, there was smoke coming out of the hood but it seemed to have stopped, I don't know if that's because of the rain or what, but I was wondering if you could send a tow car out tomorrow to bring it back and have a look?" She rambled off.

"We can send one now if you need immediate assistance, the rains really coming down out there."

"Thanks, thankfully I broke down near my home, so I'll be okay for tonight."

"As long as you're sure,"

"I'm sure," She breathed down the phone.

"Okay well, if you just want to give me a number and address I'll come by tomorrow and pick it up," I said, taking down her details as she called them out to me.

"I'll also just need your name." I held the pen to the paper, ready to start writing again,

"It's Y/n Henderson," She replied, I could almost hear her shiver down the phone.

As if on instinct, I removed the person's name from the very first slot and put hers in. Mr Carver could find someone else to wash his sons car.

"No problem Y/n, I'll be out to you first thing tomorrow,"

We both said our goodbyes as we hung up the phone.

Tomorrow should be fun.

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Chapter Four

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Just stay on channel six,” Mike ordered. “Don’t do anything stupid.” Both him and Lucas walked past the barrier, pulling ahead of you and Dustin. Nudging him again you ushered Dustin to catch up.

“Remember what I said guys-”

“If anything happens, you’ll call it. We know! Now come on we gotta get going,” Mike pushed. He began walking ahead of the group. Lucas and Dustin follow behind closely. Sighing you jogged once again to catch up.

—

“Will!” Mike called out into the quiet woods. “Will!”

“Byers!” Lucas yelled. The rain had picked up as the thunder continued.

“I’ve got your X-Men 134!” Dustin tried.

“Will!” you screamed as well. The weather just wasn't letting up.

“Guys, I really think we should turn back,” Dustin mentioned.

“Seriously Dustin? You wanna be a baby, then go home already,” Lucas remarked.

“I’m just being realistic, Lucas!”

“No, you’re just being a big sissy.”

“Lucas, cut it out. Dustin’s right it’s getting r bad out here. We're all gonna have to ride back in this too remember. I don’t want you guys catching any colds. Let's just go.” Starting to walk backwards you motioned for the boys to follow you.

“Ten more minutes. Please, just ten more,” Mike pleaded. You huffed in frustration. This kid was gonna be the end of you.

“Ten. Ten then we’re calling it.” Mike mumbled a thanks and continued walking. After a moment of silence Dustin spoke again.

“Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad?” He questioned. “And we’re going into the exact same spot where he was last seen? And we have no weapons or anything?”

“Dustin, shut up.” Mike said.

“I’m just saying, does that seem smart to you? B was right, this isn’t safe, we should head back-”

“Shut up. Shut up,” Mike cut him off. “You guys hear that?” Rustling sounded. Instantly you shot in front of the boys. Keeping a hand out to push them behind you.

“We should have turned back. Why do I do this to myself? Listening to kid wow that's such a good idea,” you mumbled while frantically moving your flash light around the area trying to search for what caused the noise. There was a sudden movement heard to the right of you as all the boys screeched in fear. Quickly you and the others flashed your lights in the direction revealing a kid; who had buzzed hair and was only in a sopping wet yellow shirt that was way too big for them. Everyone just stared as she looked back. “What the hell,” you muttered, cautiously walking to her while taking off your jacket to place on the kid’s shoulders. Fingers brushing against their skin you shivered. “My god, you're frozen as ice. What are you doing out here?”

—

She sat on Mike’s couch, breathing heavily. You stood behind the boys contemplating on what to do next. It was a bit of a struggle to get her to come with you. Having to put them on the back of Mike’s bike to get here.

“Is there a number we can call for your parents?” Mike asked.

“Where’s your hair? Do you have cancer?”

“Dustin!” You scolded.

“Did you run away?” Lucas questioned.

“Are you in some kind of trouble?”

“Is that blood?” Lucas went to poke her. Mike’s hand instantly shot out to hit it down.

“Stop it! You’re freaking her out!” Mike stated.

“She’s freaking me out,” Lucas stated.

“Bet she’s deaf,” Dustin declared. Clapping his hands in front of her face as she flinched back. “Not deaf.”

“Alright that’s it, stop it. All of you. What do you expect her to do? She was just found lost in the woods for Christ's sake, not from a frickin circus,” you tried to explain.

“She’s just scared and cold,” Mike added. He turned to go rummage through a laundry basket as you went back to pacing. Thunder rumbled and she jumped again while Lucas and Dustin just stared at her. “Here , these are clean,” Mike handed the clothes out. She took the wearily and put them against her face.

“What the hell am I doing? Practically kidnapping a child, with other children! I should call cps- no cps is corrupted as shit. Maybe talk to Hopper? No then he’ll bring her to cps…. Probably. This is what I get for not doing my chores yesterday-” Your rambling was cut short.

“No, no, no!” The boys exclaimed. Quickly turning around in time to see Dustin face your direction.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he repeated with his hands covering his eyes.

Mike pointed across the room. “See that?” he stammered, “That’s the bathroom. Privacy. Get it?” She grabbed the clothes and took them to where he motioned. She scanned the room as Mike followed. He went to close the door but she stopped him. “You don’t want it closed?” He asked.

“No,” she replied.

“Oh, so you can speak. Okay, well… How about we keep the door…” He slowly shut the door as she kept her hand on it. “ Just like this. Is that better?”

“Yes,” she said quietly. Mike nodded then went back towards the boys. Trying to still take this all in you replaced her spot on the couch.

“This is mental,” Dustin announced.

“At least she can talk,” Mike shrugged.

“She said ‘no’ and ‘yes.’ Your three year old sister says more,” Lucas remarked.

“She tried to get naked,” Dustin said exasperated. You rubbed your temples.

“There’s something seriously wrong with her.” Lucas stated.

“She just went like…” Dustin acted with his hands, repeating the girl's actions. Taking off his hat in the process.

“I bet she escaped from Pennhurst.”

“From where?” Mike questioned.

“The nuthouse in Kerley County,” Lucas informed.

“You got a lot of family there?” Dustin commented.

“Bite me.”

“Guys can we all just actually sit and talk this through?” you asked.

Lucas ignored you, “Seriously though. Think about it. That would explain her shaved hair and why she’s so crazy.”

“We don’t know if she’s crazy,” you chimed in again rolling your eyes. Dustin turned to you.

“She went like…” he motioned with his hands again.

“She’s an escapee is the point. She’s probably a psycho,” Lucas proclaimed.

“Like Micheal Myers,” Dustin said with a wondered expression.

“Exactly! We should’ve never brought her here.”

“So you just wanted to leave her out in theat storm?” Mike questioned.

“Yes! We went out to find Will, not another problem.”

“Mike's right with this one. It’s better that we did get her here rather than leave her out there to get hypothermia or something,” you said, standing up again.

“I think we should tell your mom,” Dustin told Mike.

“I second that,” Lucas joined. Mike turned to you exasperated. You gave him a weak shrug in return. Karen would most likely know how to handle this better then you would. Why the hell were you here in the first place instead of getting actual help?

“Look who’s all crazy now!” Mike stated.

“How is that crazy?” Lucas asked.

“‘Cause, we weren’t supposed to be out tonight, remember?”

“So?”

“So if I tell my mom and she tells your mom and your mom…”

“Oh man,” Dustin mumbled.

“Our house will become Alcatraz,” Lucas concluded.

“Exactly . We’ll never find Will,” Mike turned to you,” and you won’t be able to babysit anymore.” He was right. No way would Dustin’s mom or any of the kid’s parents let you look after them again. That can’t happen. You needed that cash. How else were you going to pay for slurpees and that walkman you had an eye on. Okay, so maybe it was the immature choice and you were not thinking like a rational person, but c’mon man. You were running on fumes at the moment, mind: mush, fingers: numb, stomach: craving a milkshake right now.

“Fine, but I swear if you don’t give me a stacked idea on what the heck we’re gonna do at this second Wheeler, I’m going upstairs and knocking on your parent’s door,” you threatened.

“All right, here’s the plan. She sleeps here tonight,” Mike started but was cut off by Dustin.

“You’re letting a girl-”

“Just listen. In the morning, she sneaks around my house, goes to the front door and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and know exactly what to do,” Mike explains, “She’ll send her back to Pennhurst or wherever she comes from. We’ll be totally in the clear. And tomorrow night, we go back out. And, this time we’ll find Will-’

“Wait, wait, wait, hold on there a sec bud. You want to go back out there? No way. Look where that already landed us now. Plus I have plans tomorrow, I can’t make it. Even if I did let you go, the bare minimum would be me coming with. No way am I having you guys running around town going into unknown territory.” You stated.

“Couldn’t you just ditch your plans?” Dustin asked. You changed the subject.

“Let’s just focus on getting the girl out of here safely, first. Then, we can look more into where Will is. Who knows maybe he’ll show up by the time we get her home? You guys shouldn’t be out there like at all anyways. What happens if something happens to you?” The kids were silent for a moment.

“Alright,” Mike started, “ We’ll focus on her for the time being. But if Will isn’t back in twenty four hours then we’re gonna go look for him. With or without you.” You sighed in frustration.

“Don’t you get it? You could end up just like Will, Mike. Someone or something could snag you while you're out there. It’s crazy to think that you'll actually get anywhere with the fact that you could be in the same spot as him and be taken the same way. Come on guys just see this from my point of view for a bit. You are kids. Kids! Who shouldn’t even have to deal with this in the first place and I’m so sorry that you have to. I get that you're worried and I get you want to find Will yourselves, but like I was saying earlier tonight; would it be worth it if you get hurt and end up like him. So, just let Hopper and the other adults handle this okay?” You let out heavy breaths as you finished your rant. Talking to these kids was like bargaining with a brick wall. Another pause of silence ensued.

“I get you’re worried B. But this is Will. Our best friend. He needs us as much as we need him right now,” Lucas stated. You let out another sound of frustration. This was enough.

“ Let’s talk about this some other time, ‘kay? It’s late and you both still need to get home and head to bed.” Ushering Lucas and Dustin up the stairs, the girl finally came out of the bathroom. Mike rushed to get her some blankets as he settled her in his fort. Lucas stopped his hand on the railing.

“You really think she’s psycho?” Dustin asked him.

“Wouldn’t want her in my house,” he muttered, continuing his way up the stairs. Dustin followed closely behind. You peered down at Mike and the girl. Catching her eye you gave her a little smile and a wave goodbye. Her lipped slightly upturned in return.

“Pst,” Dustin whispered from the doorway. You snapped your attention to his and hurried up the rest of the way. Opening the front door quietly, you held it for the two boys to pass by you. Making the way back to the side of the house where the bikes were hidden, you placed your hands on both of their shoulders. Dustin and Lucas looked up at you.

“Just don’t think about doing anything till I’m there, alright? Both or you got my number, just call me and I’ll get to you as soon as I can.” They nodded and headed towards their bikes. Heading down the Wheelers driveway you looked back at the house. Catching a glimpse at what Mike said was Nancy’s room. Her light was still on and two silhouettes were seen against the windows curtain. Humming to yourself you turned back around and caught up to the boys.

Maybe, just maybe they would listen to your request.

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chapter five...(coming soon)

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 1 year

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(If you write headcanons) could you do dating jonathan byers x fem!reader headcanons, please? thank you soo much again <3 💕

-💌 anon. :')

You are the best.

Requests are open.

Dating Jonathan Byers Headcannon

He is such a sweetheart. He is also really nervous? Like, he doesn't kiss you first for a while. And when he does, he is either drunk or high or maybe high on how much he loves you.

Joyce becomes like your other mother. Jonathan would need to be near his family so you would spend a lot of time at his house.

And, he would almost cry when he found you and will hanging out, most likely because you came over and he wasn't around/busy. Or you just noticed something cool of wills and asked

Will loves to show you his new paintings. I also am very much sure that he would make you something

Jonathan loves you. He loves the way your morning voice is so damn sweet. The way when he cooks breakfast in the morning you always sit on the counter near the stove or stand with your arms around his waist.

He thinks it's so adorable when if he gets up and you are tired you make grabby hands until he comes back.

He is a cuddler. You cannot convince me otherwise.

When he is high he is little spoon. No doubt. If he isn't and it's a regular day, he's a switch

However, if he's nervous about losing you, he's big spoon. He has to have the reassurance that you aren't going anywhere.

You get high together, all the time. If Jonathan is going to smoke, he calls you. If he doesn't you receive a call from an extremely high Jonathan begging you to come over so you can both cuddle.

He loves watching the morning rays rest on your face, on lazy saturdays he loves sleeping in with you. laying there until you absolutely MUST get up. Just being totally absorbed in you.

He takes SO many photos of you. Anytime you are doing something he likes, boom photo. He has probably to many of you.

You and will eating ice cream in the back of argyles van. Your amused smile when argyle suggested pineapple pizza, the shick on your face when you tried it and it was amazing. You smiling and giggly while high. You doing a handstand or some other trick you were excited to show him. Hundreds of you and will just being domestic. And then there are definitely some..... Dirty ones....

Sorry I got so carried away..... if you don't give me prompts my brain tends to wonder.... I had to stop myself before I wrote to much....

#jonathan byers #jonathan byers headcanons #i got carried away #jonathan byers fluff #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers stranger things #joyce byers #will byers

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kkoolaidd · 2 years

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Hello there.

You moved away after what happened last summer, you lost your dad, the house and cabin you grew up in… you moved with the Byers to stay with El, to make sure she was safe. You still talked to Steve, so you made plans to visit for spring break. Luckily for you, you got to go earlier. With your grades and how you are going to graduate two months early, Joyce said you can go a couple days earlier. You get back to Indiana, Nancy picks you up. You are staying with them for the week. Which is weird because Mike is leaving in two days to go to California. Haha.

“So how is Eleven?” Nancy questions, “she tells mike she is doing great.”

“You don’t believe her?” You ask back.

“Not that I don’t believe her, I just can’t imagine going from being locked away your whole life to being thrown into public school…”

“Yeah, no, you’re right… umm honestly, she’s struggling… don’t tell mike though. She doesn’t want him to know.” You add.

“Of course I won’t… I just figured she was having a harder time than she says she’s having. How are you? How is life there?”

“It’s different… the style is off. It’s all bright. But I mean, I’ve been working my ass off to get done with school.. never thought I would graduate somewhere other than Hawkins.” She tells you how proud of you she is.. you guys sit in silent the rest of the car ride. She brings you to Family Video, where Steve works.

“Thank you so much! I’ll see you tonight!” You shut the car door and walk inside.

“THERE SHE IS!” Robin yells as you walk in! You bow and laugh.

“Hello beautiful!” You hug her.

“Dingus, she’s here!”

Steve rushes out of the back room.

“Hello! Sorry I was, ummm, ah… fixing the paper towels?…” he struggles trying to come up with an excuse, when you know he was back there making sure his hair looked good. He pulls you in for a hug. “God I’ve missed you.” You blush and hug him tightly.

“Well Robin, we are going to be going, I have a big day planned and I want to spend every second with them!” She gives him a side eye.

You ignore it and walk out with him. He opens the car door for you. You guys end up at a like ice cream shop.

“What will it be my love?” He questions.

“Ummmm… just my favorite please!” You smile. He nods and tells them two of your favorite ice cream. You guys go and sit at the table and talk about everything that has been going on since you’ve been separated. Now you guys did break up and promised to wait for each other. As you guys are about finished a girl walks up.

“Hey Steve, can’t wait for our date on Friday! Pick me up at 7?” she kisses his cheek and walks away.

You laugh, “okay what was that about?”

“I ah, I don’t know…” he tries brushing it off and changing the subject.”

“No. Steve what was that?” You questioned him harder.

“Look y/n, I really don’t know… we made plans when you thought you couldn’t make it, but I called it off when you said you could come..” he says. You huff and look away.

“Wow…” you start laughing and get up.

“Wait where are you going?”

“Far away from you.”

“Come on y/n! Just get in the car and we can talk about it.”

“No! I don’t want to talk about it steve. You said, you SAID, we’d wait for each. That means even if I can’t come! Jesus Harrington… just leave me alone.” You start running away from him. He calls your name out but you do not stop.

You head towards the high school and go into the woods, there’s a bench in there that you use to meet Harrington at. Weirdly enough you were hoping he’d come look for you there. But instead Munson shows up.

“Well, hello there.” Eddie says with a smile.

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hawkinsgsa · 2 years

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@soulstcne // vol2/post season 4 starter call.

THE FEELING OF BEING BACK IN HAWKINS is one that Will almost struggles to find the words for... he thinks it might just have been this way with or without the recent tragedy his small hometown has faced ( though, the underlying presence certainly worsens the unshakable unease... ). California was isolated, it was lonely... but it was stable. It wasn’t all the streets and buildings he grew up around, wasn’t the unsettlingly familiar areas he found himself sprinting through during what felt like forever trapped in the Upside Down, wasn’t the fear taken root in his chest whose tendrils haven’t let go since twelve years old. The town, the destruction... it unearths EVERYTHING Will has tried so incredibly hard to push back down. Worst of all... he knows the fight is far from over. Back here, Will can FEEL HIM. The sensation is somehow both weak and powerful, as if Vecna is thrumming underneath his skin... just waiting to warn him when he plans to STRIKE next.

It all makes Will feel horribly sick.

Sat hunched over outside the school... offering any help they could for now, but Will just... he needed a moment. Nails dig into the fabric of his pants to stop his hands from shaking, and the more he thinks about it, the more he simply sits here... the more he feels like everything he’s kept hidden deep in his chest is bound to BURST any moment now ( stupid... so, so stupid, after everything that’s happened now... ).

Instead, nearby movement causes him to JUMP; shockingly abrupt for something so small, though he can’t help the sharp breath as he’s pulled from his thoughts... his gaze landing on a familiar face. “Aisling?” He gasps, sitting there in shock for a few moments, but pushing himself to her feet. He hasn’t seen her in a long time, not since the move. “It’s— It’s been so long, I— you’re okay...”

#HI :)))#i made it so they met during one of the previous seasons i hope that's okay.. also got LONG whoops-#🖌 will byers. ic : ̗̀➛ i tried to make it go away‚ but it got me #soulstcne #🚲 verse : ̗̀➛ season 4 #📺 : ̗̀➛ queue #stranger things spoilers #st4 spoilers

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 3 years

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Limp Noodle ~ S.H.

A/n: I have never once been good at making choices so I’ll be doing both OOF! This request is dirt old but whatever. I’m actually writing requests now look at me go!

Request: “...prompt 20 or 21 Steve Harrington x clumsy male reader” by anon

#20 (here): “I can’t do this without you”

#21: “Guess who broke their nose! Me. It’s me. I broke my nose.”

Word Count: 2000+

MASTERLIST

“Are you SURE that this is a good idea?” The words came from Y/n as Steve parked the car, waving through the windshield window at Jonatan, Nancy, Robin and a new friend, Bianca. They’d all decided on a triple date and like idiots they’d let Steve, Bianca, and Nancy decide so they were now all headed on a hike. Robin was the least athletic of all of them and hated exercise of any kind. Jonathan was the one in the group who hated being outside in the sun and much preferred being inside cuddled on the could other swaddled in bed. Y/n... well Y/n was the single most clumsy person you’ve ever met.

Now, take whatever image that popped in your head when I said that and then make it ten times worse. Then take THAT mental image and multiply by it by ten AGAIN. Y/n was worse. He was absolutely sure he was going to thrip and fall over the side of some steep hill and fully die. He would be lucky to make it out of this trip without a stick going through his eye. Y/n and the outdoors didn’t mix. They never had. He could barely walk, let alone when it was uphill and outside and humid and hard to breathe and everyone was so beautiful and distracting.

Steve didn’t agree with that analysis.

“This is a great idea actually,” Steve decided with complete confidence. “Don’t worry about it okay? You’ll be fine.”

“Incorrect,” Y/n Aries immediately. “We started dating because I tripped seven times and you caught me every single one. I tripped seven times in three days Steve - and that was just the, what, one hour a day you’re with me? In THREE HOURS I TRIPPED SEVEN TIMES!” He was whisper yelling, getting rather heated. “I’m going to knock my head into a tree and bleed out.”

Steve laughed. He reached over, taking his boyfriend’s hands. “Do you trust me?”

Y/n’s shoulders sagged. “That is a cheap trick, Harrington.”

In response Steve only raised his eyebrows. When Y/n refused to answer, Steve sighed. “Y/n. Do you trust me?”

Closing his eyes a second, Y/n held in a sigh. When he opened them again, he managed a small smile. “Yeah. I trust you.” Steve went to get out of the car and Y/n caught his wrist. “Just promise you’re going to stay with me okay? I can’t do this without you. I’m serious.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Come on Drama King.” They both got out and made their way over to the other four.

“Hey guys!” Nancy greeted warmly. She had calmed a lot since Y/n had first met her. Darkened. But she was still pleasant enough, and Y/n tolerated her for Steve. He didn’t know why they were all friends after Nancy’s brutal ripping up Steve’s heart but... he expected it was that trauma bonding things that Steve and Robin refused to ever talk about with Y/n in the room.

“Hey bestie.” Robin winked at Y/n and he felt himself relax. Around her he always felt more comfortable. She got him on a much deeper level than Steve did. She had actually been the one to set them up after failure after failure of Steve’s attempts on girls who came to the ice cream shop they met at originally. It had gone up in flames recently, but they’d snagged a job at a movie store so they still worked together. Y/n was pretty sure neither of them would have it any other way, even if they sometimes pretended to hate each other.

“Hey loser,” Y/n joked back. Robin shoved him and he laughed, accidentally ramming into Jonathan as his feet almost came out underneath him. “Sorry,” Y/n mumbled.

Robin scoffed in amusement. “I always forget you have two backward feet.” This was something she said often, in reference to the popular statement of ‘two left feet’. One day Robin had proclaimed that Y/n was something worse than two left feet, and then being backward had kicked off as an inside joke.

“I’d you have that problem standing still, how do you think you’re going to do on a hike?” It seemed Bianca was trying to get in on the joking, but it hit a hard cord with Y/n.

He wasn’t in the mood to joke. “What can I say? Great day to die.” He put on the fakest smile ever. “Come on everyone!” Then he began to surge ahead, onto the trail, and the others scrambled to catch up.

It didn’t tale long for Nancy and Bianca to hit the head of the trail. Steve dutifully stayed by Y/n, but he watched the girls head with a sort of forlorness. Because Y/n was so slow and Jonathan and Robin lagged even behind him, the two girls in front were racing up and down the steep sides of the path they were on, jumping over logs and hopping up on stumps to make the path harder. They were laughing hard and having a great time. Y/n knew that Steve desperately wanted to join them.

What kind of a boyfriend would Y/n be to stop him? “Go on,” Y/n sighed, nudging Steve forward encouragingly.

Steve looked at Y/n with an expression that tried far too hard at innocence to succeed. It was so obvious he was full of crap that Y/n was rolling his eyes before the brunette even spoke. “What? What do you mean? I’m having a great time with my boyfriend which was the point of this whole thing. Have I bored you already?”

“No, but I’ve bored you. Go and do parkour with the bad ass chicks up there. Go on.” Steve hesitated, but when Y/n shot him a look, he finally did speed ahead to catch up and join in the unnecessary shenanigans that gave Y/n extreme anxiety just imagining himself doing. He sighed watching Nancy and Steve. He knew that things were WAY over between them, but Y/n found a little jealousy in the way they worked together so fluidly. They were perfect for each other - even as friends. She just kept up with him and challenged him in a way that Y/n never could, and Steve thrived.

Slowing down in his moment of annoyance, Robin and Jonathan caught up to him. “Welcome to the world of those who have to sit back and wonder why they’re not still dating,” Jonathan sighed. His voice was as laced with bitterness as Y/n’s thoughts were.

“They’re so complimentary,” Y/n complained.

“You could argue that you guys are the same,” Robin pointed out. “You both hate doing anything outside or away from home. You both love reading and photography. I mean Y/n’s incredible view of the world allows him to be a great writer, but it also connects you two. Writing and photography aren’t far from each other and you prod that every day. Nancy can’t slow down enough to appreciate things like Jonathan does, and we all know Steve is no reader.” She chuckled. “And we’ll never know how awkward and snappy got buff and pretty.”

Jonathan and Y/n smiled at that. “Imagine another world where Nancy and Steve stayed together. Then maybe you and me would have-“ suddenly he lost his words as he tripped, and Jonathan reached out to catch him. The two boys busted up laughing. “That’s the second I have to say both sorry and thank you for your reflexes Mr. Byers.”

“Ah anytime. That’s what friends do. Share interests and talk about alternative world where they’re dating and catch each other when they almost die.”

That made Y/n laugh harder.

Suddenly there was a very unpleasant thump and a scream. The three in the back snapped their attention to the three ahead and saw Nancy and Bianca freeze and look back at Steve, who had landed on the ground. His hands had risen to cover his face, and he slowly turned on his side, curling in on himself. It seemed like he’d misstepped at some point and tripped and fallen.

Perhaps Y/n shouldn’t have been the one they worried about on this trip...

When they finally got Steve to the hospital, it was a mess. There had been blood everywhere, and Y/n’s weirdly good driving had saved the day in a pinch once again. They’d gotten there quickly and in one piece without getting pulled over.

Only an hour later they were given news. Steve came out with the skin around his nose already bruised and puffy. “Guess Who broke their nose,” he mocked in a song songey voice.

“Me?” Y/n joked.

“Me!” Steve agreed, pointing at himself. “It’s me. I broke my nose.” He slung an arm over Y/n’s shoulders and the other four covered their mouths to hide laughs. People wouldn’t be forgiving in public if it got out that the two men were dating, so they were trying to be lowkey.

The Doctor came over behind Steve. “He’ll be fine. I’ve given him direction son how to ice it and even given him some pain killers to help with the next few hours. But it is just a broken nose, so nothing too severe.”

“Thanks,” Y/n told the Doctor. They left then, everyone heading home. Y/n designated himself in charge of caring for Steve, and called his parents to let them know that Steve ‘got tired’ after the hike and totally knocked out. They didn’t mind, liking that Steve was actually spending time with other kids again, so it went without too much problem.

As Y/n was tucking Steve into bed, Steve caught his hand to still him. “I love you.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. They hadn’t said that yet but... well, if hypotheticals with Jonathan had taught anything today, it was that Y/n was glad he was in this version of things, even if it was a little more complicated this way. So he meant it when he replied, “I love you too Stevie.”

Steve glared. “Not Jonathan?”

“Jon-“ Y/n’s deep confusion cleared as he realized what had been happening right when Steve had tripped. Jonathan and Y/n had been close. Laughing. Talking. Touching. “Oh my god Harrington did you break your nose because you were being a jealous idiot?”

“Maybe,” Steve grumbled, looking away.

Y/n laughed, gently tugging on his chin so their eyes met again. “Please sweetheart, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Me and my two backward feet are going to plague you for the rest of our lives.”

Steve’s eyes got very soft. “Do you really mean that?”

Getting sincere, Y/n leaned down and kissed Steve’s forehead. “Stephen Harrington, I’ve never meant anything more. I know we can’t get married or anything, or even date publicly, but... I don’t care. And maybe that’s some really forward thinking and we haven’t been dating that long, but I fell... a LOT of times in my life. It only made sense that the first time someone ever caught me, it was you. And it made me realize that I was gifted with my two backward feet so that one day I’d fall for you.”

Steve groaned. “That was painfully cheesy.”

“Okay, okay,” Y/n dismissed, rolling his eyes. The sweet moment was completely ruined.

“No seriously I would break my nose again before hearing that-“

Y/n reached over, turning the light off before climbing into bed with Steve. “Shut up Harrington, or I WILL break your nose again.”

Steve laughed before pulling Y/n close so they could fall asleep curled up with each other. “My cheesy, dumb, clumsy boy,” Steve mused quietly.

That made Y/n scoff. “If either of ya is the dumb in this relationship it’s YOU, Harrington.”

“Shut up,” Steve whispered. It was quiet a while before he finally followed up with, “I’d like that future with you too.”

To hide his smile, Y/n mumbled, “Good night Stevie.”

After a second, Steve replied, “Good night, Y/n.” And for now, that was the end of it.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x male reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery imagine #bisexual steve harrington #bi steve harrington

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S1:E2; Chapter Two, The Weirdo On Maple Street - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘠/𝘯, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.

|| 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

"Ready are you? What knows you of ready?" Mike spoke in a voice that was supposed be Yoda's.

Mike had been showing her his room; he was now showing her all of his toys. El gave him strange looks at his unusual voice. He continues in his normal voice.

"His name is Yoda. He can use the Force to move things with his mind, like this." Mike then quickly shoves all of the toys off the table.

"Whoosh!"

Eleven looks around and all sorts of items she had never seen before on Mike's dresser. Mike, had now moved on to his favorite dinosaur toy.

"This is my dinosaur, Rory. Look, he has a speaker in his mouth so he can roar." He turns to show her, only to realize she was now by his dresser and was looking closely at everything in curiosity. He put down Rory and joined her.

Eleven took note of all the things before her; what appeared to be a shiny gold woman with wings and many other figurines like it that stood on wooden platforms.

"Oh, these are all my science fair trophies. We got first every year. Except for last year when we got third. Mr. Clarke said it was totally political."

El smiled at one of the trophies that read HAWKINS MIDDLE SCHOOL TEAM PROBLEM SOLVING CHAMPIONS, next to it a picture with five kids all holding a large trophy. El recognized everyone. She smiled when she saw the only friend of Mike's that offered to help her; Y/n. He was standing in the middle, one hand holding the trophy, the other one was behind a smiling boy, two of his fingers sticking up making it look like the other boy had bunny ears.

El's smile fell when it dawned on her that she recognized the boy. She gasped silently, her mouth agape. Mike took note of this and watched her carefully as she slowly brought her finger to the picture. Mike watched as finger landed on his missing friend.

He looked back at her in shock. "You know Will?" She didn't say anything, her mouth still open and a very concerned look on her face.

"Did you see him? Last night? On the road?"

Before she could say anything, the loud noise of halting vehicle broke the silence. Mike quickly ran to his window in a panic, his mom was pulling up the driveway.

He ran back over to El.

"We gotta go."

He grabs her hand, yanks open his bedroom door, and drags her down the steps. He halts at the landing of stairs, staring in horror as his mom is at the front door, closing it behind her. Her youngest, Holly was in her arms, and so was her groceries. Before she could see anything, Mike ran back upstairs with El, as quickly and quietly as possible.

Karen Wheeler stopped in her tracks when she thought she heard someone upstairs.

"Ted? Is that you?" She calls out.

"Just me mom!" Mike yelled out frantically as he ran through the hallway.

"Mike? What are you doing home?"

"One second!" He brought El back into his room and lead her to his closet, not before closing his bedroom door.

"In here. I'll be right back, okay?" Mike instructed, slightly out of breath.

El stood rooted in place, fear in her eyes.

But Mike was frantic. "Please, you have to get in, or my mom, she'll find you. Do you understand?" El only looked at the closet, then back at Mike.

"I won't tell her about you. I promise."

"Promise?" She asked, clearly confused.

"It means something that you can't break. Ever." He explained quickly.

"Michael?" Mike's mom could be heard from downstairs.

They both looked to the door, then back at each other. "Please?" Mike pleaded.

El looks between Mike and the closet, unsure before walking inside, and turning to Mike. He quickly closed the door and she began to back up further into the closet, panic setting in.

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

"Pop!"

Eleven struggles to break free from the men's hold as they carry her by her arms down, back into the room.

Sobs racked her body as she uses all her strength to turn and look back at Papa.

"Papa!" He steps out into the hallway and remains standing, doing nothing to help her, yet she still calls for him.

"Papa! No!" She screams her throat raw and her legs never stop kicking.

"Papa!"

They round the corner and at the end of the short hallway lays the dreaded room. The cold unwelcoming florescent light floods from the open door. Her resistance becomes stronger and more violent.

"No! No! No!"

Her screams become incoherent when the two men chuck her to the ground, she scrambles to feet in an attempt to stop the copper door from closing. Alas, she is too late for the steel door had slammed shut before her.

"Papa!" She yelled, slamming her palms against the cold copper.

"Papa!" She tries banging her fists, but to no avail.

"Papa! Papa! Papa!" Her screams turn to sobs.

"Papa."

She backs away from the door and retreats to the corner of the very small room where she tucked herself away. Her heart sinks to the floor with her, unable to do anything but curl up in a ball on the ice cold tile.

"Papa." She whimpers quietly.

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

Eleven backs up until her back hit the wall and she slides down till she is sitting on Mike's floor. She hugs her knees to her chest and allows her sobs to come.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"I just... I don't feel good." Mike was sat, hands folded together on his couch with his mother. He was giving her a false excuse of why he was at home during a school day.

"I woke up and my head, it really hurt bad, and my throat was all scratchy, and I wanted to tell you, but the last Tim's I told you I was sick you made me go to school anyway, and-"

"Michael."

"Yeah?"

"I'm not mad at you."

Mike was surprised to hear this from his mother.

"No?"

"No, of course not." She adjusted herself so that she was closer to her son, grabbed his hand in her's and sighed.

"All this that's been going on with Will, I can't imagine what it's been like for you."

Mike looks down to his lap, taking it in. No one had asked how he was doing with his best friend missing. It was hard. The whole party was worried. He never considered that and it was... refreshing to hear that his mother understood. He looked back at his mother as she continued.

"I just... I want you to feel like you can talk to me. I never want you to feel like you have to hide anything from me. I'm here for you. Okay?"

He nods his head. They both look up when they hear a soft thud from upstairs.

"Is there someone else here?" She asks.

Michael considers what his mom just told him. "No."

"Huh. Weird. Hey by the way, did you do something to my plant out front? It looks amazing!"

"Oh, that? Um, well, no that was Y/n."

"Really? Wow! That's incredible, he needs to tell me his secret. I could really use his help! Say, speaking of Y/n," she nudged her son, a teasing smirk on her face. "Anything going on between you two? Do you like him? Does he like you?" She asked, getting more excited with each question.

Mike's face scrunched up. "Ugh! Mom! He's just a friend! He's, like... my brother! How many times do I have to say that?" He whines.

"You're right, you're right! I'm sorry, my bad." She throws her hands up in surrender. "It's just... you two would be so cute toge-"

Mike stands up from the couch quickly. "Mom!" He interrupts, then sighs. "Thank you for understanding and letting me stay home, it means a lot, really. But I should probably go upstairs now and lay down, okay? Okay. Bye."

He runs upstairs before she can respond, leaving her sitting on the couch, in confusion.

"...Okay," she says to no one in particular.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Lucas, Dustin and I were biked to Mike's house to meet him there. Once we arrived, he quickly rushed us up to his room. El was sitting on Mike's bed, a blanket on her legs. I remain standing next to everyone else but I give El a smile and a wave. She timidly smiles and waves back.

"Are you out of your mind?" Lucas argued.

"Just listen to me." Mike began.

"You are out of your mind!"

"She knows about Will."

My head snaps up at the mention of him. "What?" I quickly look to El and then back at Mike, my eyes wide.

"What do you mean she knows about Will?" Dustin asks for me.

Mike took a few steps towards his dresser and picked up the picture of all five of us at the science fair.

"She pointed at him, at his picture. She knew he was missing. I could tell."

"You could tell?"

"Just think about it. Do you really think it was a coincidence that we found her on Mirkwood, the same place that Will disappeared?"

"That is weird." Dustin agreed.

I turned and slowly walked over to El, cautiously taking a seat next to her, but still giving her enough space. "Is that true?" I ask in a gentle whisper. She looked me in the eye and gulped, and ever so slightly nodded her head 'yes'.

I chuckle in disbelief and look at the boys hopefully.

"And she said bad people are after her. I think that maybe these bad people are the same ones who took Will."

"Guys, think about it. I think he's right. I think she might know what happened to him." I speak up, hope in my voice.

"Then why doesn't she tell us?"

"Well, maybe she's scared of you two!" I accuse.

"Why should she be scared? I'm tired of this." He walks straight over to her and starts raising his voice.

"Do you know where he is?"

"Lucas..." I warn, my hands subconsciously ball into a fist in anger.

Suddenly he grabs her by the shoulders, shaking her and begins yelling in her face. "Do you know where Will is?"

"LUCAS!" I bark. Standing up immediately, I rip his arms of her, she's cowering in fear. "Dammit man, get your hands off of her! And you wonder why she's scared," I scoffed, crossing my arms.

"She should be scared! If you know where he is, tell us!" She doesn't say anything and she bites her lip trying not to cry. "Lucas! Listen to me. I know you're scared and worried about Will, okay? We all are, but we have to be patient okay? She's scared, she's lost, she probably doesn't know who to trust, we just need to be kind to her alright?" I plead.

"Ya know what? No. There's no time. This is nuts. We have to take her to your mom." He says turning back to Mike.

"No! Eleven said telling any adult would put us in danger." Mike argues.

For the first time in a while, Dustin spoke up, his voice soft.

"What kind of danger?"

"Her name is Eleven?" Lucas asks.

"El for short." Mike corrected casually.

"Mike, what kind of danger?" Lucas pressed, his voice grew significantly louder.

"Danger danger," Mike yelled back.

I look around, breathing heavily as I take everything in. Mike puts his hand up to my brother's forehead in the shape of a gun. Then the same to Lucas. Lucas swats away Mike's hand almost immediately.

Lucas begins to panic. "No, no, no! We're going back to plan A. We're telling your mom."

I try to grab his arm as he stomps towards the door, but he shoves my hand away. He rips open the door, only for the door to be slammed shut all on it's own, making everything around the room shake. We all stare at the door in confusion. He tries it again, but the door continues to slam shut. Then, we all see the lock turn by itself.

'Okay, well... I know I didn't imagine that.'

Simultaneously, we all turn to El to find her standing, blood dripping from her nose giving Lucas quite possibly the sharpest glare I have ever seen.

"No." She states firmly. It's enough to send a chill down my spine.

It's silent for a few moments and I breathe out a shocked chuckle. "That... was the coolest thing I have ever seen."

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sisterspooky1013 · 3 years

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Only One Choice, Chapter 13

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

“Explain again why you’re doing this to yourself, Mulder?” Byers asks with a pained look of concern.

He’s sifting through his closet, deciding what would be appropriately friendly for his outing with Scully. What kind of outfit says “I have no intention of trying to seduce you,” but also doesn’t leave him looking unworthy of seduction?

“I wish I knew, Byers,” he says as he pulls out his Greys jersey. Sports attire is very casual, but Val had once told him that he was devastatingly sexy in this jersey, so he tugs it off the hanger and puts it on over his white T-shirt. “I guess the idea of never seeing her again is even worse than being around her and knowing we’ll never be more than friends.”

Byers shakes his head slowly. “You’re a glutton for punishment, Mulder. Are you sure you aren’t secretly holding out hope that you can steal her away?”

Mulder buttons up the jersey and considers the question, his mouth quirked to the side. “I mean, I’m not actively trying to do anything, she’s way too smart for that and she’d see right through it. But the hope is there, sure.”

Byers nods sadly. “Well, good luck. Here are the keys, by the way.” He pulls a small key ring from his pocket and hands it to Mulder, who deposits it into his jeans pocket.

“Thanks, Byers, I appreciate the favor. I owe you one,” he says, clapping the man on the back.

After Byers is gone he brushes his teeth, considers and then decides against pounding a beer to calm his nerves, then says goodbye to Priscilla and heads to the Hoover building.

Scully is early, leaning against the passenger side door of her car when he pulls into the lot. He lets out a pained moan when he sees her, clad in flared jeans and a peasant-style flowered top that is cinched under her breasts. While he knows that realistically no human is perfect, Scully is about as close as it gets. He tries not to imagine what she’s got on under there, lest he embarrass himself.

He pulls up beside her and she opens the door, smiling at him shyly as she lowers herself into the passenger seat.

“Hi,” she says, and just the greeting makes his heart ache.

“Hey,” he returns with what he hopes is a casual, friendly smile. Do not leer at her. Do not gaze. He’s been giving himself frequent reminders.

“So, what do you have planned?” she asks as she pulls the seatbelt across her lap.

Mulder smirks in reply, backing out of the lot. “All in good time,” he says, and she gives him an appraising look.

“I’m not even sure why I’m instilling so much trust in you here, Mulder. Don’t push it,” she says with a playful tone, though it’s clear there’s some truth to the statement.

“Okay, okay, I’ll give you the preliminary details,” He acquiesces. “First we’re going to The Queen Vic, which has the best fish and chips in DC, in my humble opinion. Have you been there?”

She shakes her head.

“Perfect. Then we’ll head down to the wharf and get some ice cream.” He suddenly wonders if he’s made incorrect assumptions about what she likes, and casts her a concerned glance at a stoplight. “Do you like ice cream?”

She looks at him like he has three heads. “Who doesn’t like ice cream?”

He feels a little wave of relief. “I’m sure there’s someone out there who doesn’t like ice cream,” he replies, “but frankly, whoever they are, I have no interest in knowing them.”

She chuckles and there it is again, that ache in his chest. He wonders if it will fade over time.

The Queen Vic isn’t very busy just yet, given that they’re having an early dinner. They are seated at a small, dimly lit booth and each order a beer, fish and chips. Scully opts for an IPA and he feels a retroactive flush of embarrassment at the beer he served her, now knowing what her tastes are. She’s looking around, taking in the ambiance and British paraphernalia papering the walls, and he is looking at her. The cut of her top reveals the soft swell of her breasts, pale and inviting. Even her neck is beautiful, smooth and long and god, he wants to kiss it. Has he ever been taken with someone’s jawline before? Well he has now. Devastatingly beautiful, she is. Ache. Ache. Ache.

She’s looking at him now, and he smiles guiltily, having been caught. Fuck. He promised himself he wouldn’t do that. She bites her lip and fiddles with the salt shaker as though she’s not entirely sure what function it serves. What would a friend do? What would a friend ask? He needs to act like a friend, if he wants to be one.

“So, how’s wedding planning going?” he asks, the words feeling sour in his mouth.

She gives him a quizzical expression. “It’s okay. Fine, I guess.”

He nods. “And how’s Ethan?”

Her eyebrows furrow. “Um...fine. He’s fine. Mulder...why are you asking me about that? About the wedding, and Ethan?”

He dips his chin a bit, giving the pepper shaker a similar assessment. “I guess I just figured if we’re friends, a friend would ask about things like that?” He chances a glance at her and her expression is sympathetic, perhaps even pitying.

“You don’t need to do that, Mulder. We don’t have to talk about my relationship to be friends.” She’s running her finger over the condensation on the side of her glass, and he finds it disturbingly arousing.

“Fair enough, how’s work? Is that a better topic?” He is rewarded with a smile. My god that smile. She could melt permafrost with that smile.

“Work is great, no complaints,” she says coolly, an apparently genuine answer.

They drink, and eat, and talk. They talk about why she loves teaching, and how she got into pathology. He shares a bit about his methods for starting and then adjusting a criminal profile. They talk about med school, and his time at Oxford. He tells her about Phoebe and she admits a proclivity towards dating older men, with the exception of Ethan. It is so easy between them, and so right. He wants to scoop her up and steal her away in his car. Take her to a faraway place where there is no Ethan, where they can see this thing through. He notices how she often tries to hide her smiles, and the major role her eyebrows play in her facial expressions. She has a little mole above her lip that she’s attempted to cover with makeup, and her fingernails are perfectly manicured, like she has them professionally done. He wonders if she has tattoos, or piercings. If her bellybutton is an innie or an outie. If she prefers breakfast or dinner. If she likes morning sex. If she trims her pubic hair or takes it all off. He wants to know her, every bit. But he can’t. He never will. It hurts to think about it.

He drives them down to the wharf and they get ice cream cones from a stand near the water; she picks cookies and cream and he opts for rocky road. The evening is warm but not uncomfortable, the sun holding steady as it makes its descent towards the horizon. These are the dog days of summer, the daylight stretching well into the evening. No cover of darkness for a lover’s confession, not that he has any business making one. Friends meeting in daylight, above board. Never anything more.

They walk along the boardwalk, continuing their conversation between sweet licks, and he avoids watching her, but not entirely successfully. He must have been putting too much effort towards not staring and too little towards rotating his cone, because suddenly his ice cream flops over the side of its perch and lands on the ground with an audible smack.

He stops walking and stares at the now empty cone in his hand for a beat, and then he hears her giggling. When he looks over to her, she has her hand firmly planted over her mouth while she struggles to contain her laughter, the titters shaking her shoulders gently. The resulting swell of affection is overwhelming.

“You think that’s funny, huh?” he says dryly, and she works even harder to stop laughing, her face contorting into a grimace as tears pool in her eyes, shaking her head as though she could possibly deny her amusement.

He chucks his cone into a nearby trash can, then approaches her.

“Looks like you’ll have to share yours with me,” he says, moving his hand as though to take her ice cream, and she pulls it away with an open-mouthed expression of shock.

“Get out of here, it’s not my fault you licked yours right off the cone,” she says, wiping at her eyes with her free hand.

“Come on, Scully, friends share, don’t they?” he teases, maneuvering around to where she’s moved her arm, swiping at it playfully.

“Mulder, knock it off,” she replies, still smiling, and they are now moving in circles, him towards her ice cream while she artfully moves it out of his grasp.

Suddenly he swoops behind her, his long arms circling her waist and pulling her flush against him, pinning her stationary while he wraps his hand around her wrist and brings her ice cream cone to his own mouth. She shrieks in protest as he steals a big bite, and once he’s accomplished his goal, he becomes aware of their proximity. The feel of her pressed against him, the taper of her waist under his forearm, the smell of her shampoo in his nose. He grips her tighter, ever so briefly, but then releases her suddenly. He has no right. He crossed a line. She steps forward slowly, turning to look at him with pink cheeks.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, his arms dropping to his sides, woefully empty. Missing her already.

She shakes her head gently. “It’s okay,” she says, and they continue walking.

As they approach his car, the sun is just beginning to kiss the horizon. It’s nearly 8:30.

“This was really fun, Mulder, thank you,” she says with a shy smile, and he grins at the affirmation.

“There is one more thing I had planned, Scully, unless you have to get home right away,” he says cautiously, and she regards him with surprise, but not unpleasantly so.

“I don’t know, let me call my mother and see if I can stay out past curfew,” she jokes, but then adds “I suppose I’m curious to see what else you’ve got up your sleeve.”

“Great, let’s go,” he replies as he opens the car door for her.

———

She watches streetlights racing past as Mulder drives them to their final destination and feels a swell of guilt for how wonderful this night has been, then tries to talk herself out of it. She’s done nothing wrong, nothing inappropriate. She’s allowed to have dinner and ice cream with a man who is not her fiancé; he doesn’t own her. Given, the moment with the ice cream cone was a bit more flirtatious than might be ideal, but they were caught up in the moment. She tries not to remember the feel of his compact body pushed against her back, the strength of his arm around her waist. Tries not to imagine how it would feel to have him hold her like that without their clothes on. She closes her eyes and swallows.

They pull up in front of a darkened sports complex and she turns to look at him, questions communicated through her eyes.

“You don’t have something more worthwhile to do right now than slap a horsehide with a stick do ya, Scully?” he says with a smirk.

Her eyebrows lift. “Perhaps not, Mulder, but it looks like they’re closed.”

“A mere technicality,” he replies as he parks right in front of the main entrance, not even in a parking spot.

They approach the doors and he produces a set of keys from his pocket, holding the door open for her before he locks it behind them. There are security lights faintly illuminating the shuttered games and concessions, and she startles a little when she feels him slip his hand into hers, pulling her towards a hallway. His hand is broad and slightly callused, and she unconsciously threads her fingers through his. He glances at her, a slight cast of surprise in his features, but doesn’t say anything.

When they reach a large room, he flips on the lights and she sees rows of batting cages, five or six lined up on either side of a walkway down the middle.

“Are we supposed to be in here?” she asks him suspiciously, and he shrugs.

“The cops aren’t going to roll up or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he says as he gathers a bucket of balls and two bats. “Even if they did, a couple FBI badges should send them off right quick.” He winks at her and she feels a flutter in her belly.

He motions for her to follow him to one of the cages, and she waits nervously while he loads the pitching machine and turns it on. When he turns around, he sees her trepidation and smiles warmly at her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know,” he says reassuringly, and she forces her mouth into a tight smile.

He directs her to stand just outside the cage and demonstrates for her how the pitching machine works, talking her through his stance and movements for seven or eight pitches. He hits every single one, sending the ball crashing into the back wall with a padded smack, and she has the unsettling feeling that she’s about to embarrass herself.

“Alright, batter up!” he says, handing her the bat and sending her in.

She gives him a doubtful look.

“It’s easy, you’ll get the hang of it,” he encourages her, then shows her where to stand before he steps out and starts the pitching machine.

When the first pitch sails by, she winces and lets out a little squeak, but doesn’t swing. She can hear Mulder chuckle a little, but waits for the next one. When it comes, she swings way too early, and it flies past her head and bounces off the back wall. Three or four complete misses later, she looks at him woefully.

“I’m terrible at this, Mulder,” she whines.

He shakes his head and smiles at her.

“You just need some minor adjustments,” he offers, then comes inside the cage. He steps up close behind her and she startles a little at the contact.

“Sorry, is this okay? It’s the best way to show you,” he offers, and she nods, the back of her head brushing against his shoulder with the movement. He’s just showing her how to hit a stupid baseball. It’s the least romantic thing on earth, as far as she’s concerned.

He steps close again, wrapping his arms around hers as the length of his torso presses firmly against hers from her shoulder blades right down to her ass. She can feel his breath hot on her ear as he speaks.

“Now don’t strangle the bat, Scully, just shake hands with it,” he says as their palms brush over one another, vying for real estate. “We want to go hips before hands,” he continues, “stride forward, and then turn.” He motions with a hand in front of her towards the pitching machine, and she nods in confirmation. “It’s hips,” he places an open palm against her hip bone and physically turns her torso. She feels a rush between her thighs. “Before hands,” he replaces his hand on the bat and guides them through a mock swing.

“Okay,” she says, taking a steadying breath.

“Again, that’s hips,” there his palm is again, hot and firm and pressing into her flesh as he tilts her pelvis forcibly, “before hands. What is it?”

“Um, hips before hands,” she says breathily, resisting an overwhelming urge to press her ass back harder into his lap, to slip that hand beneath the waistband of her jeans so she can feel it on her bare skin. She has a vision of her riding him on the floor as the pitching machine flings balls aimlessly against the back wall, no one caring enough to hit them. She shivers.

“We’re gonna wait on the pitch, keep our eye on the ball, and then we’re just gonna make contact. We’re not gonna think, we’re just gonna let it fly, Scully, okay?”

“Okay,” she says shakily, her heart thrumming in her chest.

They take several swings, the bat making contact with the ball with a sharp crack. Mulder is murmuring in her ear about letting your mind go blank and forgetting about all your worries, but she’s too distracted by the heat of his body and the smell of his aftershave to hear him. If not for the risk of getting pelted by a ball, she just might turn in his arms, push him up against the wire-fence walls of this batting cage, and show him how she prefers to handle bats and balls.

The grip of his hands over hers on the bat pinches the skin around her engagement ring and she jerks. Mulder steps away from her a bit.

“You okay?” he asks, and she nods.

“Um, maybe I should try by myself now. Thanks for showing me,” she says without looking at him, and he steps back into the walkway to watch her. She hits the next three balls, then turns to smile at him victoriously. The pain and longing in his expression makes her heart sink.

After shutting the place down, they drive back to the Hoover building in relative silence, tension hanging thick between them like a curtain. He puts the car in park and gets out, walking her to the door of her own car, which strikes her as unnecessary. She stands by the open door, sensing that there’s something he wants to say.

“Scully….” he stops and shakes his head gently, talking himself out of it.

“What?” she asks, desperately wanting to know what he was going to say.

He clenches his jaw, fighting an inner battle.

“Scully, I know I shouldn’t say this to you. I know that you’re...with someone. I just-” he purses his lips, then closes his eyes briefly. When he opens them, his eyes are so full of emotion it makes her breath catch in her chest. “I think about you all the time. Every second of every day.”

“Oh,” she responds lamely. There’s that urge again, the one she has to resist. “You seem like the kind of guy that believes in reincarnation, Mulder,” she says softly.

He gives her a quizzical look. “I don’t NOT believe in it,” he offers.

She smiles sadly at him, reaching out to grasp his hand and give it a brief squeeze. “Maybe in another life,” she says, then climbs into her car and shuts the door.

As she drives home, tears run down her cheeks freely. If she had to identify a reason for them, grief would be the closest one.

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chloelucia13 · 3 years

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Chapter 17: The Flayed

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Henderson!reader

Prompt: You always thought Hawkins was the most boring town of all, stuck in a vacuum void of excitement and entertainment. Well, it seems that way until the world decided to flip upside down, literally.

Chapter Summary: After what had occurred the night before, everyone was on edge. However, when everyone is grouped back together to combat this monster that was once thought to be gone, things take a dark turn.

Warnings: more angst bc what else do you expect from me, the tiniest bit of fluff if you squint, language, violence, gore, descriptions of possession

Word Count: 2441

A/N: We're getting close to the end of season 3!!! I've got a lot of ideas planned for the finale, and I've also been thinking about maybe posting some filler drabbles for the story while we wait for season 4! Let me hear your opinions and head canons, and as always, my taglists and requests are open!

Tags: @just-my-fandom @nightbu-g

The cold concrete of the warehouse made your skin sting, nipping at the exposed flesh despite the nearly-impermeable humidity that blanketed the air.

You couldn’t force yourself to move, staring idly at the mind flayer that laid just feet from you as you thought of what occurred between you and Jonathan earlier in the night.

You knew it was wrong, it was stupid and impulsive and damaging. And it wasn’t you. If you were in your right mind, you never would’ve even gotten close to kissing him. You would’ve never betrayed Nancy.

Maybe it was a good thing that the creature took over when it did. If it didn’t, you truly couldn’t imagine what else would have taken place.

The creature lifted its head slightly as you thought of it, reminiscent of a dog that heard the crinkling of a wrapper. A mutant, rotting dog that made you nauseous whenever you looked at it. But now, staring at it was the only thing that kept you grounded, keeping you in the horrifying reality that you were unfortunately living in.

It was moments like these, your mind caught in a loop of morbid curiosity, that you wished you had El’s powers. The ability to look into people’s lives without anyone else being aware of it. You just wanted, for a moment, to check on Jonathan and make sure he was okay. Though, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to stay away to keep him safe or if you wanted to keep yourself safe.

As the creature settled back onto the ground, you let out a huff and silently cursed yourself for getting into this situation (well, whatever this situation was).

***

“Are you positive?” Nancy questioned, everyone eyeing Jonathan worriedly.

After coming to the conclusion that Billy’s surge of power was linked with what Nancy saw happen to Mrs. Driscoll that same night, Jonathan had realized that what happened with you also fell into that same time period and also sounded extremely similar. He debated bringing it up at all, but knowing that this put so many people at risk, he spoke about it.

He explained to everyone what happened with you last night (minus the kiss, for obvious reasons), claiming that you seemed normal until you just... weren’t. He also noted the black veins that were present on Billy and Mrs. Driscoll as well, another thing that held many similarities to Will’s case last year.

“Yes, I’m positive,” Jonathan responded, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Did she feel cold?” Mike asked, his brows furrowing.

Jonathan froze for a moment, panicking at the question’s possible insinuation. He thought back to the night before, feeling your lips against his and the gentle touch of your fingers on the back of his neck. He didn’t remember you feeling cold, but at the same time, he wasn’t really focused on the temperature of your skin when it was pressed on his.

He shook his head and shrugged. “I-I don’t know. Like I said, she seemed normal. And she was wearing a sweater and jeans, too.”

This made Max look at his confusedly. “Why would she be wearing a sweater and jeans in the middle of summer?” she pondered. “Especially if she’s one of the flayed, she’d want to stay as cool as possible.”

Nancy gnawed on her bottom lip as she thought. “She knows how we got the mind flayer out of Will,” Nancy began. “Do you think... She’s trying to sweat it out?”

Again, Jonathan shrugged. “Whatever it is, we need to find her and get this thing out of her. Out of all of them.”

***

The search for you, Billy, and Heather had led the group to the Holloway house. After walking through the hallway and into the kitchen, they stumbled upon a slew of cleaning products and other chemicals scattered along the surfaces, the containers crushed as if they were emptied hastily.

As everyone discussed the possibility of the flayed consuming these chemicals to make a new substance within themselves, Jonathan’s mind once again wandered back to the previous night. There was no way that the same Y/N who ate ice cream with him less than 24 hours ago had also ingested copious amounts of cleaning products. It just didn’t make sense to him.

He didn’t have much time to think about it, though, as Nancy led the group through the dining room and into the living room. She glanced at the wine bottle that was discarded on the floor before kneeling down in front of a puddle of a red substance. “Blood,” she whispered, glancing over at Jonathan when he knelt beside her. “Yesterday, Tom had a bandage on his forehead.”

As Jonathan watched Nancy slowly pick up the blood-stained wine bottle, he was struggling to wrap his mind around the fact that you hurt someone, or at least assisted someone in doing so.

“He was attacked,” Nancy continued. Nancy began to walk, following the trail of drag marks and disturbed rugs that led to the garage where a pile of rope laid. “They must have tied them. They must have taken them somewhere.” Nancy stood silently, thinking for a moment. Mrs. Driscoll, she kept saying ‘I have to go back.’ What if the flaying, it’s taking place somewhere else. There must be a place where this all started, right? A source.”

“Somewhere he didn’t want me to see,” El added.

“If we can find the source, then maybe we can stop them. Or at least stop it from spreading, or whatever the hell they’re doing with those chemicals.”

“How do we find it?”

“Mrs. Driscoll,” Will spoke. “If she wants to go back so badly, why don’t we let her?”

“Okay, but this doesn’t make sense,” Jonathan argued, unable to pull his eyes from the rope that laid at his feet. “Y/N wouldn’t be able to hurt someone, let alone tie them up and drag them god-knows-where.”

“Jonathan, this isn’t Y/N,” Nancy argued.

He huffed. “Last night, when she changed, I tried to stop her from leaving because I was worried. I-I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I needed to help her, so I grabbed her arm.” He gulped. “She begged me to let her go. She said that she didn’t want to hurt me.”

A silence fell over the whole group as his words sunk in.

“Maybe she can control herself around you. But around other people, she can’t keep the flayer from taking over,” Nancy spoke finally, reaching out and touching his shoulder. “But you’re her weakness. And that’s gonna help us a lot.”

***

Silently watching Mrs. Driscoll’s body melt and condense into a meaty mush made you want to retch, but your body stood stock still as the lump inched from the room and down into the pipes. Once the mass disappeared from sight, you wandered out of the room, down the hall, and out into the stairwell, aimlessly walking down the stairs to pass time as you waited for whatever task the mind flayer would assign you next.

For once, you wish you were working at the pool, boiling under the scorching July sun. At least you’d have something to do.

Those thoughts left as soon as they came, however, when that strong fog began to flood your mind, your body switching onto autopilot as your feet led you onto the second floor.

A sharp pain stabbed through the right side of your head as you were about to turn the corner, doubling over in pain and clutching your head as you heard quick footsteps coming down the stairs. Immediately, you straightened up and jogged down the hallway, grabbing a pair of scissors from a nurse’s station before rushing into the wing of the hospital that was under construction and slipping into a room.

You heard the heavy footfalls sprint past your door, followed by another flayed that stalked slowly behind them. You stepped out of the room and walked beside him, tightly clutching the pair of scissors in your hand as the lights flickered around you.

The man beside you led you both over to a locked door, two voices echoing through the door. You nodded your head at the door and he slammed his fist through the glass, screams sounding from the two within the room as he peeked his head in before undoing the lock. As he pulled the door open, you stepped inside, a sinister grin on your face.

But that grin immediately fell when you saw who exactly was behind the door.

The man pushed past you, disregarding your clear shock as he threatened Nancy in a sing-song voice. Jonathan, who clearly was also reeling with shock but shoved it down, stepped forward and pulled his fist back, ready to attack the man. the man’s hand shot out and grabbed onto Jonathan’s neck, choking Jonathan and shoving Nancy away with his free hand.

The flayer’s control faded from your mind and you took advantage of it, hurrying over to Nancy and trying to help her up. “Y/N?” she coughed out, her eyes wide with fear.

“You have to go,” you forced out, using as much strength as you could muster to pull her to her feet while also fighting to keep your consciousness.

Behind you, you heard a groan of pain coming from Jonathan, and you and Nancy turned to look just in time to see the man slam a metal stool down on Jonathan’s back.

Nancy finally got onto her feet and you threw your scissors to the ground when you felt the flayer’s control slowly start to seep back into you. Through blurry vision, you watched Nancy take the scissors you discarded and embed them into the back of the man.

You and the man hunched over, and you let out a groan of pain as he pulled the scissors from his back. The man cursed at her, quickly regaining his composure and stalking over to her.

“Run!” you and Jonathan screamed at her, and you waited until she had led the man out of the room to go run over to Jonathan and help him.

"Jonathan,” you whispered, crouching down next to him and gently resting your hand on his back. “Are you okay?”

He gasped in pain, turning his head to look up at you. “What’s going on? How are you-” he began before you shook your head.

“I don’t know. Come on, let’s get you up.” You pulled the stool over to him and he gripped onto it, lifting his upper half up with all his might.

Moments later, the stool fell from his grip, Tom menacingly grinning down at the two of you. “Where are you going?” he hummed, nudging you to the side so he could pick Jonathan up by his shirt.

“Let him go!” you screeched, stumbling to your feet.

Tom held Jonathan by the collar of his shirt, locking eyes with him before glancing back at you. “Let him go? Sure.” He picked Jonathan up and threw him into the lockers, Jonathan’s body falling to the linoleum floor a moment later. Tom picked him up once more and threw his body into a cart, letting his body crumple to the ground.

You watched in horror as Jonathan crawled along the floor towards the pair of scissors, your whole body exhausted from all the strength it was taking to keep the monster at bay. Tom knelt beside Jonathan and grabbing him by the hair, lifting his face from the ground before slamming it down.

Once Jonathan finally fell unconscious, if only for a few moments, Tom grabbed the scissors and lifted them over his head.

“I’m in control of you! Stop!” you screamed, allowing the creature to take hold, black veins snaking up your face and arms. “Leave him alone.”

Tom turned to you, the scissors still held above his head. Tears streaked down your face as you glanced down at Jonathan, your vision slowly going dark.

However, before the creature fully took hold, a harsh pain cracked across your face, making you cry out in pain. You clutched your nose and watched Tom stumble away, only for the two of you to be tossed around by another strong force.

Jonathan and Tom both scrambled to their feet, the scissors held tightly in Jonathan’s hand. Jonathan hesitated though, looking down at you on the floor. He had realized that whatever happened to one of the flayed was felt by all of them, and that meant that whatever he did to Tom, you would feel as well.

“Do it,” you gasped out, rising to your feet with the gracefulness of a newborn fawn.

“I don’t want to hurt-” Jonathan stuttered.

“Do it!” you screamed.

Tom lunged at him, and Jonathan plunged the scissors into Tom’s throat. Both you and Tom let out a ghastly gasp/moan of pain as you collapsed onto the floor.

As the lights continued to flicker overhead, Jonathan rushed over to you and turned you onto your back, clutching you in his arms.

Your eyes searched his, both of your chests heaving with ragged pants while you both silently communicated to each other.

“You need to go, I can’t control it anymore,” you choked out before rolling out of his arms and crawled over to Tom’s body. The two of you silently watched as Tom’s body began to convulse and turn to that all-too-familiar mush (well, familiar to you, at least). Jonathan let out a gasp of horror, though his eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion when your body didn’t do the same.

He realized then that his theory was right. You were different than all of the other flayers. On one hand, he was relieved because he knew it was truly you. On the other hand, though, it horrified him that it was you who committed all of these horrible acts. That, and the fact that you somehow had control over these creatures truly made his skin crawl.

He realized he didn’t have much time to dwell on it because the strange mush of blood and meat and bones slowly began to inch out of the room the same time that your eyes fluttered closed. He contemplated staying to check on you, but decided against it after a moment, instead following behind the disgusting mass.

A strange sense of calm washed over him when he saw Nancy standing at the other end of the hallway, following her own strange substance. Silently, the two masses led the two teens down the hallway, joining together in the middle and morphing into something even more sinister.

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