#I need everyone to know that Dustin absolutely freaks out about his two favorite guys being together

[nburkhardt]

Clingy Honeyboy

Quick information I don’t want to fully explain: it’s an au of season 4. Steve and Eddie got together while Steve was working at Scoops. The UD isn’t around anymore either.

cw: omegaverse, mpreg (omega Steve & alpha Eddie)

Onto the fic ✨

There’s something up with Steve.

Eddie loves him, like, wants to mate with him kind of love. Is sorta obsessed with him actually. Already half way living together and has family weekly meals with Wayne kinda love. Clings to each other, spends as much time as possible together type of love. Ya know?

And that’s how he knows there’s something up because Steve’s been extra, extra clingy.

So clingy that his best friends officially found out about their relationship, because Steve was glued to his back during band practice one day. (He had to answer many questions that day- with a purring very content Steve leaned against him not even bothering to help, the jerk!)

Look, he’s not complaining. Eddie loves his clingy omega very much, thank you. He’s worried, this is a new level of clingy for his sweet baby.

It’s just…leaning into a concerning amount of clinginess. To the point that he’s skipped days of school and spent it in their nest or in the backroom of Family Video. Steve heavily scents him on the days they do manage to be apart. He’s almost out of clothes because they keep getting stolen!

“Alright, okay. Stevie, Sunshine, Light of my life. What is going on?” Eddie sits up in their nest, watching as Steve stops his hands from continuing fixing the edge of the nest, “Honey?”

Steve shifts to sit back down, confusion all over his beautiful face. “What do you mean, Eds?”

“You’ve been extra clingy, stealing a lot of my shirts. You’re fixing the nest for the tenth time this week and it’s only Tuesday. I’m starting to get concerned, are you feeling okay?”

Eddie reaches over and grabs his hands, squeezing lightly before tugging him closer. Steve goes along and rests his forehead against his shoulder, “I just, I have this need to be with you and- and the nest feels wrong, okay?”

“Wrong? But it’s our nest, has been for a while now?”

Steve lets out a huff, “I know! But it’s, there’s- maybe. It needs more, I don’t know.” there’s tears coming up and Eddie is quick to pull him into a hug, “Doctors appointment?”

“Doctors appointment.”

The day he found the courage to just talk to Eddie, Steve was a little sleep deprived. (Give him a break, it was just after the whole- mall fire, okay?!) It felt out of body, but so amazing, because the alpha said yes to a date.

Right now, right here, he feels that same- giddiness. Feels on cloud nine, his heart is beating so fast and his scent is blooming his joy.

“Congratulations, is the right word, then?” The doctor smiles at them, then while the doctor talks a bit more, Steve blanks it out.

In a few blinks, he’s settled on their couch at home and Eddie is strumming his acoustic guitar. Their combined joyful scents are filling his nose and making him feel warm and happy. They stay like that until Wayne gets home, telling him the news immediately.

Because one, they live together and two, it’s Wayne. Of course he gets to know immediately.

Steve is so happy the days following that everyone gets to smell his cinnamon and the new subtle vanilla scent from his pregnancy. His joy is contagious, everyone they run into ends up feeling just as happy as Steve.

It was only a matter of time for Steve’s found family pack to notice and question the sudden mood change.

(It took Robin a day of working together to piece it together, she knew of their relationship of course, she’s Robin. She freaked, rambled and cried happy tears for him. The front room of Family Video was full of cinnamon and apples from their combined scents.)

Eddie’s busy reworking notes and rereading all his papers, leaning over the table and ignoring the others around him. He’s too wrapped in it that he doesn’t hear or see the door open, until a very familiar scent pops up next to him that immediately gets his attention.

Standing there with a pout already on his face, his arms crossed in the jacket Eddie was wearing last night, is his Stevie. His scent doesn’t give off actual distress or discomfort, so Eddie isn’t panicking yet. Instead he flips his papers over and turns completely to face his Sweetheart.

Around them Eddie can hear how silent it gets as Steve climbs into his lap and immediately scenting him. Eddie’s arms automatically wrap around him and breathes in his favorite scent.

As he opens his eyes, there’s the newest sheep, Steve’s adopted pups, looking at them with wide eyes and mouths wide open. Dustin front and center, an arm up pointing at them looking like a cartoon character.

It’s as Steve’s pur starts up and he fully sinking into Eddie getting comfortable, that the room explodes with questions. At least from the pups- his best friends already know how clingy Steve’s been for weeks now.

“What the hell is this?”

Eddie shifts against the chair and looks over at them, “Honeyboy is clingy.”

It absolutely does not answer the question and if anything, it looks to have annoyed Wheeler- and confuses Henderson even more.

“Honeyboy? How do you two even know each other?! Is he asleep right now?” Dustin’s eyes can’t get any bigger as Eddie watches the wheels turn in his head.

“yes, Honeyboy. Or Sunshine, Baby, Sweetheart, Babydoll, annnnd Stevie.” Eddie smiles as he lists each name, knowing he has even more. “We live in a small town, of course I know him. And yes, he is asleep right now so why don’t you be quiet and not wake my Honey?”

Henderson looks about ready to explode and it would be funny to keep him and the others from getting any more information, but luckily, Eddie’s willing to ignore the little devil on his shoulder today.

“Stevie and I are together, he’s extra clingy right now. Ya happy?”

The boys all look at each other with wide eyes before deciding to whisper to each other and Dustin turns back around and as he starts to speak, Steve shifts against him and Eddie can feel his smile as he moves.

“Teddy forgot one important detail, I’m also pregnant.”

I think if I continue writing, it’d just be more of Steve being clingy and a little shit towards Dustin. So we’re ending it there :)

I was at work the other day and all I could think about was a clingy Steve and how funny if that’s how people find out about their relationship haha. Then i decided I needed this to be just a straight up season 4 au, where the upside down doesn’t effect them anymore bc I didn’t want the hurt/comfort, I just wanted happy and sappy.

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a/n: I have a thing for the confession-of-feelings trope i guess! Enjoy the gang gossiping to you about your crush on Eddie.

p.s. the song in this story doesn’t exist, or.. it does but like. i wrote it. and i didn’t write any music for it. so it’s just lyrics i made up lol.

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summary: You’re on the Party’s taxi driver today, tasked with picking Dustin up from school, and Steve and Robin up from Family Video. On your way from Hawkins High, Dustin confides a secret about his best friend, and your classmate, Eddie Munson.

warnings: swearing, mutual pining, gossip i guess? but p much pure fluff! may write a dirtier part ii, but this will also work as a stand alone!

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader, gn!reader, reader is an ‘86 senior with Eddie and Robin, Robin tested out of classes early so she’s at work don’t worry about that.

Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on any other site. Reblogs are welcome, but please inform me if you see my work anywhere except my blog

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“HENDERSON! You have thirty seconds to get in this car or I’m driving away!!” You’re the chauffeur for the Hellfire club boys this week, after hesitantly volunteering your newly gained freedom. Being a senior had its perks, including getting out of classes two weeks earlier than everyone else. Today, though, you were only in charge of one: Dustin Henderson.

Dustin was probably your favorite of the Hellfire freshmen. He was funny, kind, and had no problem roasting the absolute hell out of you if it was called for. Though you loved his friendliness, it put you at the disadvantage of having to wait for him to finish talking to his clan of nerds. Currently, he’s talking to Hellfire’s Dungeon Master, and, fingers crossed, one of your fellow ‘86 graduates: Eddie Munson.

Eddie was probably the furthest thing from your friend as someone in your shared friend group. Besides sitting in front of him in O'Donnell's English class, and getting your ass kicked by his campaigns, the only interactions you've had with him are when you drop the boys at his trailer, or when he picks them up from your house. It feels a lot more like co parenting than it does like being real friends.

Eddie had a reputation in Hawkins, being “the freak” of the high school, and probably the entire town. You didn’t understand why, though, beyond him being a fantasy game player, and a metalhead. Still, though, you played DnD and listened to Black Sabbath every now and then, and you didn’t see nearly as much misplaced hatred as Eddie. Regardless, you didn’t see Eddie as a freak. In fact, you thought he was a pretty decent, nice guy. It didn’t hurt that he was also extremely attractive.

You had sworn never to admit that last part to anyone, though. Eddie was still a guy, and high school guys, even ones held back for two extra years, usually went for more conventionally attractive people. People like Chrissy Cunningham… or Steve Harrington. Though you sometimes fantasized about yourself and Eddie together, you never act on it, too worried about what it would mean for your dynamic.

“My bad! The Dungeon Master was summoning me.”

“You know you don’t have to comply outside DnD, right?” You joke with a breathless Dustin as he flings his backpack into your backseat. “Wipe your feet.”

Dustin claps his shoes together before bringing them into your car, something you appreciate, since he’s ignored you before. It is strange, though, for Dustin not to be joking around.

“Where to?” you turn to him as he fastens his seatbelt.

“Mind if we just drive for a bit, I need to talk to you.”

You pause. Dustin has never confided to you, having both Steve and Eddie on call at all times. This can’t be good, you think. “How about we go park in the lot while we wait for Steve and Robin?” You offer, and Dustin nods.

You peel out of the driveway, cranking one of your favorite tapes: Parallel Lines by Blondie. The two of you jam for a bit, and you can't help feeling proud as Dustin sings the words to One Way Or Another with you. Eddie hasn’t corrupted him beyond recognition just yet.

When you reach the parking lot of Family Video, you turn the volume down to a whisper, unbuckle your belt and turn to Dustin. “What’s up, kid?” you say, leaning your elbow on the center console.

“Right, well,” Dustin mirrors your posture, crossing his legs like he’s about to share the juiciest gossip of the school year. “I have information that might be of use to you.” He states, and doesn’t elaborate.

You raise an eyebrow. “Go on…”

“Well, you know how you haven’t really dated anyone since you and that guy didn’t work out sophomore year?”

Where the hell was he going with this? “Yeah?”

“And you know how you’re pretty easy to read as a human?”

“Can you arrive at the point, please?” His cryptic behavior was irritating you.

“Fine! Fine, fine. I am on a mission to pass on some information to you, receive corresponding information in return, and report back to my original messenger. Do you accept these conditions as I have relayed them to you?” He is completely serious.

“Yes! Jesus, Henderson, you’re gonna bore me to tears!”

“I’m sorry! I’m actually kind of rooting for this to work out, I’m worried about explaining it wrong. Basically…” Dustin pauses, searching for the right words, “Eddie is being an absolute pussy and using me to talk to do the talking. He wants to, well, he was wondering what you think of him, I guess.”

That was probably the last thing on your list of expected information. In fact, it wasn't even on your list! It was pages below your list, in a different notebook, that you lost in a fire. You had been trying to keep Eddie off your mind, for the sake of the party. You knew how these things went, when two people in the same club, or on the same team, went out, ruining the dynamic for everyone. “I guess, I don’t really think about him.” You feign ignorance, hoping Dustin doesn’t see right through you.

Of course he does. “I already know that’s a goddamn lie.” He crosses his arms over his chest and stares you down.

“If you think I’m lying, why even bother asking me?”

“I don’t think you’re lying. I know you’re lying.” Dustin’s face twists into a smug grin, and you close your eyes to remind yourself this is a child, and you cannot beat his ass right now.

“Okay, say I’m not lying. How do you know that?” You wonder if Eddie was able to tell you liked him, too. Although, if he did know, why would he be sending a 14 year old to do his talking for him?

“The way you look at him when we’re playing DnD. The only other time I’ve seen someone look at someone else like that was when Lucas met Max. That shit can't be interpreted as anything else.”

You blush with embarrassment. You had no idea anyone was able to clock your crush on Eddie, let alone his closest friend. In fact, you thought you’d gotten away with it, all four years of high school. “Does Eddie know I do that?”

“I don’t think so, he’s usually too into the game. But he does the same thing to you.”

Now you’re sure he’s lying. “What are you talking about?”

“He likes to watch you draw. You’ll be sketching at lunch and I catch him watching your hands. I told him he needs to do something about it before I did on his behalf.” Dustin shakes his head. “And, he talks about you all the time. ‘Did you see them smile at me this morning? Did you see the way they looked at me at lunch?’ Cheesy shit like that. It’s baffling how clueless you both are.”

You sit with this new information for a bit. Eddie watches you draw, something you do only for yourself. He gushes about you to your mutual friends. Your stomach flips at the thought of Eddie being smitten by you. “He‘s never tried anything, though?” You’re poking feeble holes in Dustin’s argument, trying not to get your hopes up.

“Why would he do that? He doesn’t want you to know he's into you, he’s terrified of you.”

You sigh, feeling defeated and still very unsure what to do next. “Did he tell you to talk to me?”

“Kinda, he more implied that he wanted me to. He said he was scared of ruining your friendship or something stupid. This way, if you don’t feel the same way— even though anyone with eyes can see that you do— he doesn’t have to face rejection directly. He’s afraid he’s not good enough for you. He only told me that because he was drunk”

“Sounds kinda cowardly.” You admit. Mostly, you’re hurt Eddie thinks you’d reject him. The two of you have so much in common, and most of the time you spend together is really enjoyable, when he’s not kicking your ass at Dungeons.

“I told him that! Hold on, the babysitters’ club has arrived.”

You turn to face the building, where Robin and Steve have ditched their green vests for the day, and are strolling to your car. “Hey, thanks for the ride, I still have no idea what’s wrong with my car.” Steve climbs into the backseat as Robin is kicking Dustin out of the shotgun.

“Glad you’re all here! We have a debate that needs settling.” Dustin announces, adjusting in the backseat next to Steve, shoving his discarded backpack to the floor.

“I can only imagine what this is about.” Robin flips the sun visor down to rub the excess mascara off her cheeks as she sighs, awaiting yet another ridiculous Dustin Henderson exclamation.

“Does Eddie have feelings for anyone?” Is all Dustin says. Immediately, Robin whips her head to face the boys, prolonging eye contact with Steve to exchange a secret look. Steve looks back with a shrug, his lips pursed like he has no idea what Dustin’s talking about.

“I thought we all knew that.” Steve says, looking from Dustin, then to Robin, before focusing on you. “He’s liked you since freshman year.”

Robin smacks her forehead. “Dingus, that information is confidential! He told us specifically not to share that with anyone, especially with the subject— not object because obviously they’re not an object— of his desire.” Robin turns to you. “He’s joking.” She pats your shoulder, a fake smile plastered on her freckled face.

“Dustin asked!” Steve argues, and Dustin puts his hand out to stop the two from continuing.

“I did ask! Because I know he has feelings. And I know he has them for this specific person,” he gestures to you, “and I know this same person likes him back. I just need more witnesses to support my argument!”

“Oh, yeah, in that case,” Robin turns to look at you, grabbing your hands in hers. “Eddie has big feelings for you, my friend. And believe it or not, you have them for him, too.”

“I do not!” You pull your hands away to cover your face in shame. Into your palms, you mumble, “Maybe a little.”

“A little?! I have caught you staring at his hands. You got it bad.” Steve is poking the top of your head over the car seat, and you respond by banging your head on the steering wheel and releasing a small beep from your car. A honk of defeat. You hear Dustin giggle.

“So what do I do?” You ask the floor of the car, not able to look at your friends.

“Do you people have to be told everything?” Dustin groans, fed up with you. “You tell him! You run into his arms like a lovesick puppy and take off into the sunset! Leave this horrible little town that despises you both and start a new life somewhere fun, like LA or New York!” Dustin is on a roll now, flailing his hands above his head, inches from destroying Steve’s coif of hair.

“Fine. If I’m gonna do any of that, you guys are coming with me!” With this, you peel out of the parking lot, and you’re on your way to Forest Hills.

—-

At Eddie’s trailer, you park behind his beat up van and drag yourself out of the driver’s seat. Dustin has gathered at your side, while Robin and Steve rest on the trunk of your car. “Can we wait out here?” Steve asks, “I don’t think Eddie will take us sharing this information very well.”

“You’re scared of Eddie?” Dustin laughs at Steve, who responds by putting his hands on his hips. “I am not… scared of Eddie. I am intimidated by Eddie. I prefer not to have conflict with Eddie.”

“Sure, totally.” Dustin rolls his eyes, and Robin lets out a snicker. “You’re afraid of Eddie.” She laughs, hiding her head in Steve’s shoulder.

“Anyway,” Dustin turns back to you. “Go in there, and pour your goddamn heart out. If it doesn’t go well, we’ll all be right here.”

You hesitate. “That’s the thing though, will you? You were all friends with Eddie before me, I don’t want to ruin our friendships!” You spill to your friends, and Dustin pulls you into a hug.

“We’re not going anywhere! If it doesn’t work out, we’ll figure that part out after.” It’s almost like you had nothing to worry about in the first place. Stupid.

“In all honesty, I don’t think we’ll have to worry about it.” Steve joins the hug, followed by Robin, and you feel the safest you’ve felt in Hawkins in a long time.

“Okay, guys. Wish me luck. I’m goin’ in.”

—-

Eddie answers the door after the third knock, pulling back when he meets your eyes. “Hey, you.” He smiles, then turns his focus to the guys behind you. “You all just gonna stand there?”

Dustin nods. “We’re here as back up, don’t worry about it!”

Eddie cocks his eyebrow at your friends, standing surrounded by your car waiting for the train wreck to start.

“Can we talk inside?” You ask feebly, wanting to be out of earshot when you inevitably embarrass yourself.

“Of course, yeah, come in.” Eddie moves to let you in, and closes the door behind you. When you enter, you take in your surroundings. You’ve never been to Eddie’s trailer before, and you weren’t sure what to expect. Vintage mugs hang on nails in the wall, there’s clutter everywhere and it’s dark. It feels cozy to you, very lived in. “What’s up?” Eddie breaks your train of thought. You turn to where he stands behind you, leaning against the doorframe of the front room.

You blow the air completely from your lungs, then start. “I have received some intel, and you’re the only one who can tell me if it’s good intel or if I’m being messed with.” You’re being vague on purpose, dreading the idea of coming forward with your feelings. You know, full well, that Dustin could be very wrong.

“And what’s that?” Eddie crosses his arms, sticking a hand under each armpit as if to hide them.

“See, that’s the thing. I’m embarrassed to tell you what I was told, lest it be incorrect.”

“Well, I can’t really tell you if it’s wrong if I don't know what it is.” Eddie smirks, and you lose your breath for half a second. His full attention is on you, something you’ve never actually witnessed before, and every muscle in your body tenses. You haven’t let yourself think about Eddie outside of his role as Dungeon Master, so hanging out with him like this is a completely new feeling. And you could sense this feeling would become addictive.

“There’s the rub.” You shrug, and fling yourself face first onto Eddie’s couch. With your face in the cushion, you gather your strength to mumble, “Dustin said you have feelings for me.” You don’t check to see if he heard you, but you feel him sit on the edge of the couch, right beside your waist.

“Sorry, what? You’re gonna need to be a little louder, sweetheart.” Eddie laughs. The words rush through you. He’s never called you that before.

You groan, pushing yourself into a sitting position beside your friend. “I said,” you pause, taking a deep breath in to get all the words out at once. “Dustin-said-you-have-feelings-for-me.” You finally meet Eddie’s eyes, and he’s looking at you with what can only be described as an annoyed confusion.

“Henderson.” He grumbles to himself, shaking his wispy hair around his face. “When did he tell you that?”

“In the car, like 20 minutes ago.”

Eddie pauses, a smile spreading across his blushing face. “And you had to know so badly that you came right here?” Eddie teases, eating up everything you’re saying.

“Technically, we picked up Robin and Steve first, but yes. Otherwise it was gonna gnaw at me forever.”

“Before I give you an answer, I wanna know why you care so much.”

You huff, annoyed at the circles these boys have thrown you in today. First, Dustin’s vagueness, and now, Eddie’s inability to answer your questions. “Because I am terrified of ruining things.” You admit to Eddie, resting your head in your hands once again.

“And my having feelings for you… would ruin things?”

“No! No, that isn’t what I’m saying at all.”

“Then what, exactly, are you saying?”

“I’m saying we have a good thing, Munson, and if you don’t actually feel that way about me, then I’m gonna be seriously embarrassed feeling that way about you.”

Eddie pauses, replacing his smile with a look of shock. “You have feelings for me?!”

You look up at him then, meeting his big brown eyes, taking in his expression of genuine confusion. “Oops.”

“Good thing there’s nothing for you to worry about, then.” he says it quietly, but you’re sure you've heard him correctly.

You tilt your at Eddie, who’s suddenly very fascinated by his own hands. He fidgets with his rings while bouncing his knee enough to shake the coffee table. “You’re gonna have to be a little louder, sweetheart.” You can't help but tease him, feeling a spark of confidence with his confession.

“I said,” Eddie meets your look, dropping his hands into his lap. “that you have nothing to worry about.” Your face splits into a smile, and he mirrors your expression. “I have had feelings for you since the day you joined Hellfire as a freshman. I don't believe for one second that you were that oblivious for four years.”

You roll your eyes. “I was more wrapped up in shielding myself from my own feelings. Forgive me for not immediately thinking the most charismatic person I hang out with would be into me.” You say bitterly, scooting your body away from his. “I don’t see myself as someone worth being the object of affection.”

He pulls you back to him before you can get away. “You’re forgiven.” He kisses your cheek quickly. “And very, very mistaken about that. I’m sure Henderson had tons to say on my behalf. The way I stare at you, watch you draw at lunch, talk about how pretty you always look, writing songs about you…” He trails off, and you bring your eyes back to his face.

“What was that last part?” You try to hide how good it makes you feel, knowing how unbearable he must have made Dustin’s life, talking about you constantly. No wonder he took it upon himself to spill the beans.

“What, how pretty you are? You’re awfully pretty. Not just in the literal sense, but also definitely in the literal sense-“

“No, dumbass, you write songs about me?” You cut off his admittedly sweet tangent. It’s hard to comprehend someone spending enough time thinking about you to write songs. Plural.

“They’re not… good songs, they’re barely playable, but I needed a way to get the thoughts out that didn’t include sharing them with a literal child.” Eddie’s face is beet read, but he’s still looking into your eyes. You imagine you’re about the same shade he is by now.

“You know I'm gonna make you play for me now, right?”

“If it meant you'd hang around longer, i’d get a whole orchestra in here.”

You smile as the silence grows, neither of you risking to fill it with more confessions right away. “Hold on.” you say, getting off the couch. You open the front door to your friends, still idling by your car, shooting the shit. “You guys can take off, the key’s in the ignition. I’ll catch a ride,” you glance at Eddie, who nods his head in agreement. “Thank you, so much.” Dustin's face lights up as you say this, looking only at him. “Get the kid back home by nine, or I won’t hear the end of it from Claudia!” You send them off with a wave, and you think you can hear Dustin exclaiming, “I knew it! Hallelujah!” You giggle to yourself as you close the door again. “Looks like I got time.” you say, turning around to find Eddie isn’t behind you anymore.

Confused, you walk back towards his room, where he sits on the end of his bed with his guitar in his lap. You take a mental picture, loving how focused he looks now, his fingers pressed lightly against the guitar neck, his other hand dancing on the strings, brow furrowed in concentration.

He looks up at you then, plastering his goofy smile across his face. “Glad you could stay.”

“Yeah, Harrington’s taking over, I'm sure it’ll cost me though.” You hop onto the bed next to him, crossing your legs in your lap. “So, Munson, you gotta song you wanna show me?”

Eddie laughs, shaking his head. “Want to is a stretch, but I guess I brought it up.” He positions his fingers and begins to play. It’s a pretty melody, uncharacteristically soft for Eddie’s usual style. He plays metal, and you’ve seen him in that element, going to his shows without him knowing, standing in the back by the bar. Your train of thought shatters, though, when he starts singing. It’s barely audible, his voice low and gravelly from all the screaming he usually does. Your breathing stops as you listen.

I’ve been told that time heals us,

the same way we say liquor does.

I wanted to believe that,

but that isn’t how this goes.

When I met you I was empty,

like I’d dug myself a hole,

but you were there with shovels,

and protection from the cold.

every day forever,

i’d wondered what i’d done,

to make you drag me out of there,

and convince me not to run.

You call me on the telephone,

and i’d try not to share

all the secrets i’ve kept hidden,

as you’re talkin’ in my ear

The song goes on, and you feel the tears in your eyes start to spill. You’ve never had someone feel strongly enough to write you a love letter, let alone one set to music and performed for you. It was overwhelming, how suddenly you could see the way this boy, your friend, felt about you. It hurt, almost, to know you could have made a move at any point in the last four years, and he would’ve dropped it all for you. In another way, you’re glad you didn’t, you couldn’t imagine how distracted you’d make him, and Eddie deserved to graduate.

Eddie finishes the song with one finalized strum, and you can tell he’s crying too. You hold out your hand to him, and he rests his cheek in your palm. “I don’t know what to say.” He glances up at you, awaiting your response.

“You’ve said enough. You’ve said so much more than enough. Oh my god, Eddie.” You use your free hand to wipe your fallen tears, and Eddie brings up his other hand to help you. “That is the kindest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“I couldn’t get you out of my head. I still can’t.” He moves his face closer to yours, your hand still holding his cheek. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we met. In fact you’ve definitely driven me insane.”

“Believe it or not, sweet boy, the feeling is mutual.” You’ve tired of the back and forth, despite how much you love making Eddie blush. You take his face in both your hands, finally pulling him into your kiss. Immediately, Eddie abandons the guitar on his bed, one hand against your face, the other flying to your waist. He kisses you desperately, the one thing he’d been wanting to do since the first time you sat at his lunch table.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #fluff #personal #willow writes sins

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SMOKE SESH W/ EDDIE MUNSON +18

Warnings || cursing, sorta smutty and yknow drugs. Pierced nipples. Some info: Eddie and reader were friends?(not anymore) and he knows enough about how your parents are sorta Strict and how you can be a little paranoid about getting in trouble, he just didn’t know you smoked :) SHITTY WRITING WARNING. I REPEAT SHITTY WRITING.

Weed is beautiful. Absolutely amazing. From the pungent smell it radiates to the delicious burn it gives when you inhale the smoke into your lungs. It soothes your racing mind and puts you in the best mood possible. Such a euphoric, wonderful, out of body experience that always had your back, definitely your best friend. So when you went to grab your last blunt from your little pouch to ease the headache coming on due to the idiotic jocks and brain dead cheerleaders you unfortunately encountered at lunch, you damn near freaked when your hand came up empty. You then remembered the night before.

Steve “The Hair” Harrington and Hottie Robin Buckley came by to watch a few movies. Already buzzed you didn’t even register it was your last blunt you were sparking up to share between you three. Frustrated and feining, you reluctantly pulled on your thin zip-up. Making sure to lock your door (yes in your mother’s house LMAO, the itch was that serious!) before climbing out your window into the stuffy, humid night of Hawkins.

You’re cursing yourself the entire bike ride to Hawkins High, where you know the curly headed long haired boy would be at this hour. Playing his very interesting but apparently, “devilish” which your mother would call it game with the rest of his club. You knew this because Dustin, Mike and Lucas. Your favorite kiddies who come into the arcade determined to be the top of the leaderboard of their fave stupid little arcade games. They’d talk your ear off about D&D and their “Dungeon Master” who you knew all about.

After kicking your bike stand down, you hopped off and fixed your jacket. Glancing up at the door of the building and contemplating your actions. Are you really this desperate for some tree? Why is that even a question, of course you were. Shaking off any reluctant feelings, you took long strides up to the door and slipped in. You were happy to be met with lit up hallways and excited shouting coming from the two door room on your right. Ignoring the nervous feeling in your stomach you walked up to the doors, a hesitant hand comes down to the knob. You could hear dustin and mike screaming at each other on the other side, smiling a little at the slight crack in Dustin’s voice and shaking your head before opening the door and poking your head in, the loud shouting stopping immediately.

“Y/N?” You hear both Dustin and Mike ask, confusion lacing their words. All eyes were on you now, oh how you hated every fucking bit of this situation. Nervously smiling and entering the room fully, heavily avoiding the eyes of the eldest in the room and looking at the two boys.

“Hi guys, sorry to interrupt…I just needa talk with..” finally mustering up the courage to look over to boy, who was currently squatting in his throne, big brown eyes already looking at yours, “..Eddie- just really quick!” It honestly felt like outside became inside because you were burning the fuck up- was there no air conditioning in this shitty ass building? Like cmon, this is just not making anything bet-

“Wassup Y/L/N … I’m in the middle of something here.” He addresses you, doing a quick up-down look of your figure, eyebrows furrowing slightly, very intrigued. You looked to him again before glancing around the room to the rest of the incredibly confused faces- honesty everyone is confused okay? You just wanted to be back in your room, in your bed, with your weed and happy smiles. Listening to your favorite music that always made you feel like floating on wat-

“Yo, Earth to Y/N, hellooooo, what do you need?” Eddie says yet again, interrupting your train of thought now standing and walking over to you. How the hell- actually when the hell did he even move- why are you even thinking about that, get it together! Weed! You’re here for weed girl. Finally quieting the loud talking in your head, you answered him.

“Sorry! Sorry, can you just come outside really quick- it really won’t take long.” You said quickly, giving a short smile to the two boys who were staringgggg at you down. You couldn’t tell if they were just still confused to see you there or if they were mad at you for interrupting- which’ll probably get them in trouble with Eddie. You could say you cared but you’ll be lying because in this moment you just needed to see if the leather wearing boy had anything on him so you could get the hell out of here.

He looked at you for a second before turning back to the group, letting them know he’ll be back in 2 minutes and none of them better look at his binder- whatever the hell that meant, before he was following you out into the hall. Before he could ask for the third time this night, why you were interpreting his very important campaign and standing in front of him with what looked like pajamas.

“Okay this is very important, do you have anything on you? Pre-rolled or not, I’ll take anything” you rushed out, nervously messing with your fingers and yanking on the sleeves of your jacket. You honestly don’t know why you were so nervous. Actually scratch that, you know exactly why. Eddie “the freak” Munson, which you never called him was standing in front of you, solely focused on you and being an ex-friend with a slight crush on him didn’t make it any better. When you didn’t get a reply, you finally looked at him instead of jotting your eyes everywhere but him and he had a hand stroking his chin, as if he had a beard and eyes squinted in thought- what the hell was he doing?

“I’ll even take an edible even- anything’ll work-” before you could finish that sentence Eddie cut you off.

“Is miss little ‘teacher’s pet’ y/l/n a stoner!?” He laughs, crossing his arms over his chest, ring-clad fingers holding onto his forearms. You definitely weren’t fighting the urge to admire them … nope. Rolling your eyes and clenching your jaw slightly.

“I’m not a fucking teacher’s pet- the teachers just like me because I actually turn in my work and don’t give them a shitty time for the hour and twenty minutes they have us…unlike some people” You say through grit teeth, squinting at him slightly. As much as you liked Eddie, he was a cocky little shit. He smirks slightly, pursing his lips and looking you up and down before shrugging.

“Got me there doll face, now I’ll help you…only if you smoke with me” He smiles sweetly, which makes your knees weak. Before you could even think rationally you’re saying yes. Eddie celebrating triumphantly and letting you know he’ll only be about 30 more minutes, insisting you sit in on the campaign while you wait. Which you did and to your surprise it was very, very entertaining. Something about Eddie being so passionately in character, matching the younger kid’s energy ten-fold. You swore your heart was soaring. Wait…no no no, you’re here for weed and just that, nothing else.

About 30 minutes or so go by and you’re all heading out the building, saying your goodbyes to overly excited tweens and throwing your bike in the back of Eddie’s van. The ride there was…rocky, Eddie blasting his favorite song from Black Sabbath, bopping his head, tapping his fingers and such to the heavy beat and humming the guitar riff perfectly. You surely thought you were going to die with how fast the dumbass was driving but lo and behold you made it to- er- your house. You were so focused on watching Eddie you hadn’t even dared to look out the window. He parked a few houses down and you could see your mom’s light off from her bedroom, notifying you she was asleep.

“Uhh Munson, why are we back at my place?” You question, pursing your lips and looking over to Eddie who reached over to his glove compartment, which caused his leather sleeve to brush up against your bare knee m, causing you to hitch your breath. That didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie but he decided to mention it later, sitting back up when he finally found the black case he was rummaging around for.

“We’re here because I know how paranoid you get if you’re not like at least 10 fucking minutes from your house.” He states, pulling out a blunt and holding it up. There it is, in all its glory- wait did he just call me paranoid?

“Hey! I’m not paranoid, I’m just cautious” you defend yourself, watching as Eddie unbuckled his belt. He got out of his seat and shuffled to the back of his van, sitting on the blanketed floor.

“Yeah yeah just get back here Sweetheart, I’m sure you don’t have all night” You groaned, huffing and shaking your head. You blame Eddie’s pretty little smile and your craving for the devil’s lettuce for agreeing to this … maybe weed is bad, definitely not.

You eagerly take a seat opposite of Eddie, watching him tug off his infamous vest-covered leather jacket combo. After pulling his silver light from the pocket he was left in his slightly tight Hell-Fire club T-shirt. This time you couldn’t help your wandering eyes, landing right on his gorgeous ringed hands. He brought the blunt Up to his lips and the flicker of fire finally knocking you out the trance you fell in. You looked up to an already smirking Eddie and you rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time tonight.

“Humor me Y/N, how come you stopped being friends with me?” He asked curiously as he takes a drag from the blunt, passing it to you; who takes it eagerly. You can’t even focus on anything he’s saying, you slightly wet your lips with your tongue and taking a long, lung burning, satisfying hit. Blowing out the smoke you inhaled, you could’ve sworn you were asked something- honestly you didn’t know because within a few seconds it’s already taking effect.

Eddie was full on fucking panicking. That had to be like Top 3 of the hottest things he’s ever seen. You + Smoking? Something he never thought he would or wanted to see….well okay maybe wanted bc cmon let’s be real. He couldn’t even remember what his question was, and not because of the weed but because of how enchanting you were.

“I asked a questionnnnn y/n” he whines playfully, taking back the blunt, starting the rotation process.

“Oh uh- what..” you said, a bit lost because lemme tell you, you were realllyyyy fucking craving that tree man.

“I asked why you stopped being friends with me” he repeats his question, taking one more hit before handing it back to you.

Okay first of all, whyyyyy is he asking questions. Ugh. You just wanted to get high, get some more weed and get outta there. Though, you were starting to realize that wasn’t exactly true. Getting the weed yes but leaving? Nah, getting high with Eddie Munson had definitely been on your bucket list for a while. You thought about your answer, grimacing a little at how stupid it was but it was the truth.

“Parents…My mom didn’t really like the boy you were becoming, had to cut you off. Trust me, it wasn’t as easy as you think it was” You say truthfully, passing it back. You laughed and jumped a little when he jumped back as if he got shot, clutching his heart with his free hand.

“Oh doll face that just hurts my heart” He says playfully, tsking and sitting back up. He didn’t want to admit it, or show it but that did sting a little. His interests didn’t reflect negatively on his character, and it shouldn’t. The blow was softened though when you mentioned it wasn’t an easy thing to do.

With that, sparked a lot of questions between both of them. Y/N wondering how he’d been since they last spoke. Eddie damn near begging you to tell him how and what made you start smoking … also who. Definitely wasn’t him and he couldn’t help but get a bit jealous when he heard the name “Jason” and how you were drug-curious if that’s even a thing at a party. And that blossomed into a beautiful relationship between you and the beautiful drug Marijuana.

It was rolling around 2am and you were fucking baked, so was Eddie but that didn’t stop him from sparking up another one. He smiled at you when you changed his music to the mixtape of your favorite songs you found hidden under his rock ones Holy shit how did he still have this. When you sat down next to him he smiled when you laid your head on his shoulder, humming to one of the songs. He loved how comfortable you got even if you guys hadn’t talked in a while. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t blushing at the close proximity between you two. Breaking his train of thought, you moved to lay your head in his lap, looking up at him.

“I really like your rings” You say out of nowhere but so very certain. And you didn’t stop there. “They’re just so hot, definitely matches … you.” Eddie chuckles softly at that, looking down at your eyes, which were staring into his. Before he could even respond to that, you kept going.

“Your eyes are really pretty too, hair pretty- lips, honestly you’re just super pretty and hot…hottest boy in Hawkins High.” Bitch, you’re literally trying to kill him. The boy is burning red, head so clouded and he couldn’t think straight. You were drowning him in compliments and all he wanted to do was have you bent over for him, spewing them out between whimpers. Note to self: getting high will always make you Horny, with a capital H.

Girl you literally broke him, like he couldn’t find words to say. He was just staring down at you with those big, adorable soft bug eyes. You didn’t regret blurting that out for even a second, but you were getting nervous- should you have said it so soon? Should you have waited till you both weren’t high out of your ass?? Your mind was going a mile a minute but it went blank when you felt a hand clamp lightly, but firmly around your throat. You could feel the cool rings rest again the side of your neck and you damn near moaned when he squeezed lightly. You were both keeping eye contact, eyes never leaving the other until you sat up, his hand dropping from your neck and your faces mere centimeters from each other.

Without a second thought, Eddie smashed his lips against yours. A small moan buzzing in the bottom of your throat at the slight pain it caused. You straddled his lap this time, hands moving into his beautiful, surprisingly soft, full locs. Eddie’s hands resting on the top of your ass and moving lower by the second. He moaned softly when you tugged on hair at the same time as biting his lip. You broke away to pull of your jacket, your activities making your body burn irritatingly. Before you could even think Eddie yanked down the light tank you were wearing to see you had no bra on. He figured, your nipples were perky against the thin fabric of your jacket you discarded.

He whined, yes whined at the sight of your tits. Eddie Munson was most definitely a boob man and was proud. And when he saw they were pierced, he couldn’t help the pathetic sound he let out. Not wasting another second his lips were wrapped around your left nipple, sucking and lightly biting at the skin, earning a plethora of profanities to spew out your mouth. Due to the piercings they were unnaturally sensitive and Eddie couldn’t get enough of it. Tugging on his hair pulled another whine out of him and he pulled off looking up at you, who had your eyes shut in concentration, starting to grind your hips down on him…..

And there you have it folks. THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG I COULDNT CONCENTRATE. If you’re wondering why I ended it like that, don’t be alarmed. I just wanted to get this out to see if you guys will like it and if I should keep going <3 also guys I love weed. weed is so cool. Weed is soooo.. ugh I need MY DAMN PEN

Creds to the gif maker 🤍

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[moonlit-imagines]

High School Crushes In Your Clutches

Steve Harrington x reader

warnings: cussinggg

a/n: lets see how bad i can fuck this up (tysm for the request!!) also i made it gender neutral bc i started writing it and did it subconsciously and didn’t feel like changing that i hope its okay!

prompt: @assistant-carolyn-potts-91: “Hey, could I have a Steve Harrington x reader where the reading went to high school with him. She was in the track team and everyone thought she was just a jock. She works at the mall and comes to visit him at work. But when Dustin comes she nerds out with him and makes Steve love her even more. She helps fight when the mind flayer and is badass. She gets knocked out at a point so Steve freaks out and accidentally admits his feelings. Then have a happy ending. Thank you! I can’t wait to see it.”

Steve watched you jog around the school track, you were on your fifth lap. He was impressed by your determination, and he was excited to see you compete. He knew you were going to absolutely kill it, and all he wanted to do now was ask you out. Steve had a crush on you for a while now, and other than his light flirting, he hadn’t done much about it. You didn’t really think about it. You were too focused on your extracurriculars.

Summer ‘85, you started a job at the mall like everyone else. It wasn’t a bad idea, you had to start somewhere. One of the perks of working there meant seeing Steve Harrington, an old friend from high school. You used to have a crush on him if you were being honest, but right now you were alright with hanging out with him as friends. The Gap was a fun place to work, but you loved visiting Scoops on your break. Robin and Steve were quite the characters.

You and Steve were having a nice chat, but he paused when he heard a voice from behind the window. He stared at the door and hushed you, trying to figure out if it was true or not. He waved for you to come with him, then burst out the door.

“Henderson.” He said in disbelief. “Henderson! He’s back!” He cheered.

“I’m back! You got the job!” The boy exclaimed. You moved towards Robin and gave her a very visibly confused look. You both watched as the boys jumped around and did an intricate handshake.

You sat with the pair while they caught up, and even got the know the kid a little better. His name’s Dustin, he’s a nerd, he likes Star Wars, Dungeons and Dragons, science, and comics. You liked...some of those. Your favorite subject was science and you did love Star Wars and comics.

“Hey, Dustin, you like the X-Men?” You asked the boy. He gave you a smile and an exaggerated nod. “What do you think of that new character they just came out with? Firestar.”

“She shows potential, I must admit.” He sat up and folded his arms.

“And Rogue? Nightcrawler? Shadow Cat, Wolverine?” You started listing X-Men. “(X-Man) is my personal favorite, but those are definitely some badasses.” You’re face was lit up talking about something you were passionate about. Steve couldn’t stop staring at you. Dustin was having a blast actually talking to someone with shared interests. He had a lot of input on all these things that you loved to hear.

“So, y/n, how do you know Stevie here?” He asked, taking a bite of his ice cream. Steve glared at him and you watched him do it.

“Oh, Steve and I went to high school together. He used to come to all my track meets.” You smiled and looked down at your watch. “Awe, damn, my break is over. I’ll catch you guys later, nice meeting you, Dustin!” You scooted out of the booth and headed back to work.

“That was y/n? The track star you liked so much?” Dustin was shocked. “They’re way too good for you.” Steve rolled his eyes and put his head down.

“Anyways, how was your first day back?”

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On your next break, you walked into the breakroom of Scoops to find Steve pacing and listening to a recording of some Russian speaking. Dustin was patiently waiting for the tape to end.

“Am I interrupting?” You looked at the two boys. They explained the entire situation about the Russians to you. And in came Robin, arguing with Steve about how it was his turn to do his job. Robin started helping translate and when they finally got a sentence, you were ecstatic. “And now, for the fun part.”

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You guys figured out the message, deciphered the code, had the stakeout, got a child to climb through vents, got stuck in an elevator for a day, discovered a secret Russian base, watched Steve knock out a Russian (and may you just say, damn, that was hot), shooed the kids away to save them, and got captured to top it all off! What a week?

They had some fierce interrogation skills. Asking the same question over and over was quite the tactic.

“Who do you work for?” They asked again and again.

“The Gap. It’s a clothing store, I could get you some clothes, if you want. Green really isn’t your color.” You deadpanned and then got smacked. “Thanks, I needed that.” You groaned.

“Take them to the others.” A soldier took you on a walk to another room and threw you in with the others. You started struggling and fighting the guards, and after you jumped on top of one of them, he threw you to the floor and knocked you out.

“Shit,” Steve rushed to your side and tried to wake you up, “y/n, hey, get up.” He started panicking.

“Steve, calm down, they’re just unconscious. Don’t worry, y/n will be back up in a while.” Robin assured him.

“I have to worry! I have to!” He threw his head back and groaned. “I like y/n, okay! I like them a lot, sue me. I don’t want to see them hurt! What if we die down here? What if I let y/n down?” He leaned over you. Right before Robin could open her mouth, a soldier stormed in and tied they three of you to chairs together. You finally regained conciousness. “Oh, thank god, welcome back!”

“Damn, what a headache.” You sighed. Suddenly, a doctor and a few soldiers came in. Here come the needles. “Are you gonna kill us?” You asked the doctor. He drugged you while you guys screamed.

“No, please don’t.” Steve begged. When the drug kicked in, it was a whole different mood.

“Hey, Steve, if I die down here, I just want to let you know...” you paused, “you’re an idiot.” The three of you laughed, but a guard came in and interrogated you again. Until the children came back to save you guys. “Yay! The babies have arrived.”

The five of you made a daring escape to the ground and Dustin forced you into the movies. Steve and Robin were constantly talking, but you were fixated on this movie. Back to the Future was a wild ride, you were obsessed and it had only been five minutes. Unfortunately you were overcome with nausea and your trio had to floor it to the bathroom.

A nice little heart-to-heart was what you guys needed after that. The drugs were out of your system and here you were, sitting on the disgusting bathroom floor, covered in puke and blood. Happy to be alive. Then the kids rushed in the bathroom. It was time to get out of here. Only problem: getting past the Russians at the exit. You had to bolt, but in the nick of time, the other children show up!

“What the fuck is happening? Am I still drugged?” You asked. Steve grabbed your hand.

“This is real, I assure you.” Your eyes widened when he told you that. Some adults finally showed up and you got a new mission. Your crew got comms duty. Racing to a remote location. You started to doubt if it was even there. Your group started panicking and Steve rushed to save the day. You followed quickly behind him, and Robin behind you. Steve sat in the drivers seat, you hopped in the passengers seat, and Robin crawled in the back. Steve peeled out and sped back to Starcourt.

“Steve, I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little scared.” Your tension released slightly when he held your hand.

“Don’t worry, we’ve been through all of this before. And lived!” He nervously chuckled. “I know this is all super freaky and shit, but I won’t let anything happen to you.” Steve squeezed your hand and you shut your eyes, trying to convince yourself it was all a dream.

When you opened them, you were at Starcourt Mall, heading straight for another car. You couldn’t contain your screams. The car spun around and when it came to a stop, you stared at Steve, at a loss for words.

“Are you guys okay?” Steve questioned. You gulped and nodded.

“Ask me tomorrow?” Robin replied. You fell back into your seat, but as soon as you saw the Mind Flayer, you jumped out of your car and into Jonathan’s. Your half of the “Scoops Troop” squeezed together in the back, you and Steve sitting side by side. The Mind Flayer was chasing after you guys. You curled up in a ball, trying to grasp what the hell had happened tonight. Then you felt an arm wrap around you.

“Hey, this’ll all be over soon, trust me.” Steve pulled you into a well-needed hug, you almost couldn’t let go. Your grip was tight, and Robin noticed. She gave Steve an approving thumbs up and all he could do was hold you tighter. That is, until Dustin and his not-so-make-believe girlfriend started singing over the walkies.

“Who the hell are these children?” Robin was puzzled. All Steve could do was shrug.

The monster turned around and headed back to the mall, and so did you. And then it happened. The creature had fallen. The gate was sealed. The damage was done. You were beyond a shadow of a doubt scarred. You all exited the car and were escorted to emergency services for check-ups. Blankets were wrapped around you and Steve, you sat next to each other, completely silent.

“Could you, um,” you broke the silence, “I don’t know, stay with me tonight?” You asked Steve. “I’m sorry, I just...”

“Don’t think you can sleep tonight? Yeah, me neither.” He scooted closer to you and you rested your head on his shoulder. Your parents were out of town for the week, so the two of you headed back to your place. You fixed some dinner, turned on the TV (and all the lights), and tried to distract yourself from the horrors of your night.

“Hey, do you want to take a shower? You’re kind of covered in blood. And dirt. And puke. I have some clothes you could wear.” You offered him. He agreed and you prepped the shower for him. While he was in there, you searched for some blue flannel pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt. After half an hour, Steve emerged from the bathroom, hair wet and slicked back, beads of water dripping down his chest. You couldn’t help but stare. “The clothes are on my bed, I’m gonna take a shower and clean myself up.” You walked into the humid bathroom and stripped down, waiting for the water to heat up. You watched at the blood from your wounds washed down the drain, you took a deep breath and let the warm water soothe your aching body. You washed your hair, your face, your everything. You felt disgusting. The water went cold, so you were forced to exit the shower. You had already finished, it was just comforting. You reached for the towel on the rack and wrapped yourself in it, and exited the bathroom to get some clothes.

“Doing alright?” Steve asked in a concerned tone. You dug through your clothes and replied with a weak “yeah, you?” He said he was fine. You were both lying. You went back to the bathroom to dress and grabbed some dessert from the kitchen.

“Cookie?” You handed him a plate of cookies from the night before, which he accepted. “I’m really wiped out, but I really don’t want to sleep.” You sat next to him on your bed, staring at the wall.

“That’s how I felt the first time this happened. Compared to this, that was nothing.” He told you. “I just hope this is the last time. I don’t know how many more times I can go through this.”

“How many times have you gone through this?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“This would be number three. Third times the charm, right?” Steve joked. “And hey, you need your sleep. I’ll be right next to you if you want me to be.” You nodded at his offer and got under the covers. He got closer to you, but when he stopped moving towards you, you went towards him. He pulled you into the little spoon position and held you like no one else had before. You felt safe with him near. But that didn’t mean you could sleep. After an hour or so, you spoke.

“Hey, are you still up?” You asked to the darkness. Steve hummed in response, so you flipped over. His wide eyes stared at yours for a moment, you just didn’t know what to do. After tonight, what could you do? It reminded you that life was short. Life was unpredictable and unforgiving. It reminded Steve that he had waited too long to do the thing he wanted to do the most. How he could have never had the chance after tonight, but it was right in front of him, looking him in the eyes. So he did it, he pulled you forward and kissed you like he had kissed no one else before. With all the feeling he had, all the pain and fear and adrenaline he had tonight. He let it all pour out into you. And you wanted it. It was all you wanted for a long time. You were scared, still severely shaken from tonight’s encounter, but Steve’s warm embrace and passionate kiss was all that was keeping you grounded, and maybe he would be willing to keep you grounded for more than just tonight.

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[kohanayaki]

Caught in the Middle (Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove) Ch 6

Links: Ch 1   Ch 2   Ch 3  Ch 4  Ch 5  Ch 6  Ch 7

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Ch 6 .:Stupid:.

The next few weeks went by as usual, at least that's what it seemed like to the rest of the people in your school. Billy would still come up to you and be an annoying little shit, and you'd tell him to fuck off. To the outside eye it seemed like he was just playing a losing game. 

“Dude, I don't even know why you're still trying to get at that,” Tommy said to him one day, “I mean, do you really want to stick your dick in crazy?”

With you, it seemed like you couldn't count the number of girls who gave you dirty looks in the hallway. Billy's advances towards other girls became few and then none besides you.

“What's so special about her anyways?” they'd jeer out of jealousy.

“Don't worry,” another would say, “He'll drop her as soon as he gets bored.”

You would only smirk to yourself as you walked by. They had no idea.

You were surprised no one had picked up on it yet- the way both of you would disappear from your regular tables at lunch, coming back looking just a little more disheveled than when you had left. Stealing kisses behind the gym and during the end of passing period when everyone had already gone to class. The dark marks on your necks he hid with the collar of his leather jacket and you with your denim one. 

He would always sneak into your room like he did that night, sometimes to talk and sometimes to do things that required little talking at all. It's gotten heated before, but surprisingly he had never pushed you to do anything you weren't comfortable with. In other words, you hadn't gone all the way. 

Part of you wanted to so badly, but the other part was just nervous to hook up with the school's most infamous playboy. You didn't want to get your hopes up, but you've never seen Billy try so hard to get a girl even in the short time you've known each other, You've seen him make passes at girls before. Of course, the usual reaction was for them to practically get on their knees for him right then and there, but in the rare case he was rejected he just brushed it off, starting to flirt with their friends or whatever girl was walking past at the time. But with you he was more than persistent. After your kiss in your room it seemed like he stopped flirting with other girls all together, but what did that really mean? What was this thing between you two anyways? You'd never really talked about it, and you've been hiding it from everyone at school. You understood why he might want to, you weren't exactly popular among his dipshit friends.

All these thoughts and questions swirled around in your mind as you sat at the breakfast table.

“Uh oh she's thinking, guys. Everybody run,” Kyle grinned.

“Shut it,” you huffed, pushing him away from you. 

He laughed as he swiped up his bowl of cereal from the table, walking over to the fridge to get the milk. As he did your eyes widened with realization.

“Oh my god, those are my pants,” you said incredulously, staring at the tight fitting leather on your brother. “Dad!”

Your father turned around to look, quickly regretting it and swiveling in the other direction to engross himself in the newspaper. 

“Oh come on, (Y/n), they look so much better on me,” Kyle said, posing for emphasis.

You groaned, your forehead meeting the table. 

“By the way, can I take the car today?”

Your head shot up at your brother's words.

“Absolutely not,” you said, “What, you take my pants and now you want to take my car too?”

“I'll be careful!” he promised, “Please?”

“No,” you said, “I don't want to die because my idiot brother can't drive anything bigger than a golf cart.”

“You won't have to be in the car,” he said. 

“What?” you said in confusion, “How do you expect me to get to school then?”

Kyle's grin turned dangerous as he nodded his head towards the window by the front door. As if on cue, a car horn beeped twice outside your house. You jogged over to the door, opening it to find Billy in his Camaro with Max in the back. As you ran over to him he rolled his window down.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you said. Despite your words, you couldn't help the dumb grin on your face.

“I'm giving my girlfriend a ride to school,” he said, as if it was obvious. 

You and Max nearly choked at the same time. 

Billy chuckled at the look of surprise on your face.

“Yeah,” he said, one hand on the wheel, “Least I could do. You're my girl.”

You hated how your heart pounded in your chest as he said that. In that moment it was like every worry your mind had been racing with a few minutes ago had disappeared.

“You're an idiot, Billy Hargrove,” you said.

“So I've been told,” he grinned. 

You turned around to see Kyle smirking at you and you sighed. 

“Don't kill anyone,” you said, tossing him your keys before climbing in the passenger seat of Billy's car. 

Billy gave you a quick kiss before you could even reach for your seat belt, and you saw Max mimic gagging in the rear view mirror.

You spent the drive in comfortable silence, and Max was slightly surprised, looking between the two of you. Billy hadn't yelled at her at all, and he was usually in the worst mood in the mornings. Maybe this thing you had going on could be a nice change of pace. To Max it seemed like you were a breath of fresh air for Billy, and she'd rarely seen her step brother in a serious relationship before. 

As Billy pulled up to his usual parking spot you could see Tommy and Carol on the other side of the street, waiting for him. You felt a pit start to form in the bottom of your stomach.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you asked, “Everyone's going to know.”

“That's sort of the point,” he said, flicking you lightly on the forehead. 

You pouted, swatting his hand away.

“You know what I mean,” you said. 

“Just ignore them,” he said, “Trust me.”

Those were dangerous words, but somehow you found yourself following them.

You got out of the car hesitantly, Max following. She skated away towards the middle school as Billy got out of the driver's seat. 

Everyone's eyes were on you, some shocked but mostly jealous. You wanted to shrink away into the ground, but before you could backtrack on your confidence Billy snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you into a kiss. You could practically hear the gasps around you and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at both them and Billy's flair for the dramatic. Even though he's kissed you a hundred times, it was always in secret. Now you were letting the whole school see, and as nervous as you were, it was exhilarating and almost sweet of Billy to show he wasn't embarrassed to be with you.

You moved up to sit on the hood of his car, and your hands found their way into his hair. As his teeth tugged at your lower lip you pushed him away slightly.

“Billy, we're right next to a middle school,” you scolded him. He laughed at that. 

“I told you the point was for everyone to know, remember?”

Meanwhile Max was looking around for her usual group, sighing as she found them huddled around Lucas' binoculars while they stared at you and Billy in shock. 

“What are you idiots up to now?” Max said. 

Everyone jumped as she suddenly came up behind them and Dustin pulled her down behind the fence so she wouldn't be seen. 

“Can you believe this?” Mike scoffed, “How could (Y/n) fall for that asshole? No offense,” he said, looking at Max.

“None taken, it's the truth,” Max replied.

“No, no, no! This isn't how it was supposed to go,” Dustin said, “She's supposed to be with Steve!”

The boy in question was currently standing with his friends on the other side of the parking lot, watching as Billy scooped you up into his arms. You squealed when he did, telling him to put you down in between fits of laughter. Steve knew he had no right to be jealous, but his heart twisted as he watched you two together. He felt stupid for not saying anything to you sooner, and now he might have just lost his chance with you for good.

The rest of the day was the most tolerable one you could remember going through in a while. You couldn't explain it, but you just felt lighter. Maybe it was because you had something to look forward to afterwards. 

Billy had pulled you aside at lunch, saying he wanted to take you to a record shop after school and then grab some dinner. You, of course, accepted, and you spent the rest of the lunch period listening  to your favorite bands together in the old music room. 

Tommy and Carol noticed Billy's absence; Everyone did, really. When the King of Hawkins High wasn't around it was a noticeable change. Mostly it was quieter and people were less terrified of waiting in line at the cafeteria. 

Tommy's eyes narrowed as he caught Billy sneaking back into his next period in the dark while the class was watching a movie on the projector screen. Through the window to the hallway he could just make out your figure retreating back to your own class with the hall pass in your hand. Needless to say he wasn't happy in the slightest. 

When the last bell rang students flooded the hallways, eager to go home, but none of them as eager as you and Billy due to the promise of a date. Billy stopped by his locker, carelessly tossing his textbooks inside before shutting it only to find Tommy and Carol in front of him.

“We need to talk, Hargrove,” Tommy said.

“About what?” Billy asked casually, playing it off. He started to walk back towards the parking lot but Tommy cut in front of him, blocking his way.

“You know what,” the older boy glared, “What the fuck was that stunt this morning? Don't tell me you're actually dating that freak.”

Billy bit back a scowl as Tommy insulted you, and he managed a forced reply instead of immediately punching him.

“Don't worry about it,” Billy said.

“Well I'm going to if you're actually going through with this,” Tommy said, “I hope you know if you're seen with her for more than one day you can kiss your reputation goodbye. People are already starting to talk.”

Panic seeped into his mind like a lethal injection. That struck a chord in Billy harder than he'd like to admit. He felt so stupid for giving a damn about what anyone else in this shitty town thought of him, but deep down he craved the popularity, the notoriety. His King title gave him something he'd rarely ever known in his life- respect. People bent over backwards for him, did anything he asked. Guys would kill to be friends with him, girls would kill to sleep with him. 

But was that really him? He knew it wasn't. It was all just a front. A mask he used to forget all the shit he had to deal with and manipulate people into doing what he wanted. And for some reason he found himself taking that mask off when he was with you. You didn't care about his popularity or his social circle or even about him when you first met. You weren't afraid to call him out on his bullshit. You were unapologetically yourself, and that's what Billy liked about you.

But in that moment, surrounded by his friends like some kind of intervention, his old self got the better of him. If he just said something to get them off his back he could go out with you without having to deal with them.

“I told you not to worry about it,” Billy said, “It's nothing serious, man.”

You bounded down the main hallway, a small smile on your face as you finished up at your locker and made your way over to the front where Billy's car was parked. Everyone else had gone home by now, the halls quickly clearing within ten minutes after school was over. However you heard some voices travel down the rows of lockers and you stopped in your tracks as you recognized them. 

You could hear Billy laughing, but it didn't sound like it usually did. It sounded forced, unnatural.

“You sure about that?” you heard Tommy say. 

What were they talking about?

“Of course,” Billy said, “She’s a tough one to crack, I'll give you that, but I’ll have her soon enough. If not, it's on to the next one, right? Plenty of fish in the sea.” 

The words left a bad taste in his mouth, and Billy grimaced as Tommy clapped him on the shoulder. It was nothing worse than what he'd normally say around them, but for some reason he started to feel guilty for saying something like that about you, even if it wasn't true.

“That's what I thought,” Tommy said, “Fuck 'em and leave 'em, right? Especially girls like her, it's all they're good for.”

Billy hesitated before saying anything. Part of him wanted to bash Tommy's head into the lockers until he stopped moving, but he forced his anger down and grit his teeth hard. 

“Yeah, right,” he said, regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth.

'At least now they'll be out of the way,' he thought, 'As long as she never finds out I said that, we can go on like normal.'

But you'd already heard him, and the damage was done.

You felt like your feet were cemented into the floor, slowly pulling you down like quicksand. It took you a moment to process what he just said, but once you did you felt like vomiting. 

Stupid. 

Stupid, stupid, so fucking stupid. 

This wasn't any different from all the other times. How could you think Billy actually gave a damn about you? That he would change for you? People like him couldn't change. . . you figured you should have known that much after all the shit your exes put you through. But you still fell for it- the same act he probably pulled with all the girls he wanted to sleep with while telling them she was the only one. 

You willed yourself to move and you turned around, heading off in the opposite direction. You gave your brother the keys since Billy gave you a ride this morning, and he'd already gone home. You pushed open the door, feeling numb despite the hot sun beating down on you. 

You quickly took out a few quarters and put them into the school's payphone on the brick wall, dialing your home phone. 

“Come on, pick up,” you pleaded to yourself. When the dial tone repeated itself one too many times you got the voice message response and you slammed the phone back on the wall with a clang!

How the hell were you supposed to get home? 

Suddenly a pair of arms snaked around your waist and you tensed up, knowing full well who it was, turning around and pushing his body away from you. 

As soon as Billy saw your expression he knew something was wrong, and he hoped to whatever force was out there in the universe that it wasn't because of what he thought it was.

“What’s wrong, princess?” he asked.

Billy stood there with his head cocked to the side slightly, looking confused, and that only made you angrier. 

He's playing dumb. 

Well, dumber.

“Don’t princess me, Hargrove,” you glared at him.

His stomach dropped as you call him by his last name, something you hadn’t done since he kissed you that first night.

“I was right about you,” you said, “You're just like the rest of them, stringing me along and manipulating me until you got me to have sex with you and then you'd go on pretending I never existed. I don't know why I thought you'd be any different. . . I don't know why I was stupid enough to think I was different to you, either.”

Every one of your words was a punch to the gut to Billy, but he stood there and took it, because he knew he deserved it. As he saw tears start to well up in your eyes he couldn't think of anything to say. Certainly not any kind of excuse. 

You grit your teeth, turning away from him as you wiped the burning tears from your face. There was no way you'd let him see you cry. Not him.

“You're my girl,” you chuckled humorlessly, quoting his words from just a few hours ago, “What a load of bullshit.”

“I fucked up,” Billy said, exasperated.

“Damn straight you did!” you shouted, your head whipping back around to look at him. His heart stopped when your eyes met his, and all he could think about was how much pain you were in and the fact that he was the cause of it. 

“You know I tried to stay away from you because I just knew this was how it would end,” you said, “I didn't want this to be serious. I didn't want to hear you say that I was your girl, because I didn't want to feel like shit when you went back on your word. So congratulations, Billy Hargrove, you've checked off every regret I thought this might turn out to be in a single afternoon.”

He tried to say something as he watched you start to walk away, but the words caught in his throat. He started to walk after you, his pace quickening as he reached for your arm. 

Your head snapped to look at him as you twisted yourself around, grabbing his wrist before he could get to you. 

“Don't fucking touch me,” you said, biting the inside of your cheek as your voice came out sounding a lot more broken than you'd wanted. Still, you pressed on.

“Find another bitch to fuck with, Hargrove,” you said, shoving him away, “Plenty of fish in the sea, right?”

You turned around, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your jacket as you started to walk home. You were miles away and it would take you hours, but you didn't care as long as it got you away from Billy. As the anger drained out of your body sadness replaced it, and with your back turned to him you finally allowed yourself to let the tears roll down your cheeks. 

Billy could tell you were crying even if he couldn't see you, and he felt like the scum of the earth. When you disappeared around the street corner he clenched his fists at his sides so hard his nails nearly broke skin. He'd just ruined possibly the best thing to ever happen to him and for what? His stupid high school reputation? His friends that didn't give two shits about him? 

Before he knew what was happening his fist collided with the brick tile of the wall, a sickening crack ringing out through the empty parking lot as he sucked in air through his teeth, looking down at his now-bloody knuckles. 

“Fuck,” he seethed under his breath, hating himself more with each passing second.

Stupid. 

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yah it worked I read the first parts and it’s so good omg💗

Aw thank you! Here’s part two, and then there should only be one or two parts after that depending on how I section them off.

“Is this really necessary?” Steve groaned, holding the deaddemo-dog’s body in his arms with a disgusted look on his face.

         “Seriously,Dusty, I love you and all, but this is—this is absolutely disgusting,” yousaid, standing between the two boys next to the fridge, looking back and forthbetween the pile of Joyce Byers’ food and shelving on the floor and thecreature in Steve’s arms.

         “Yes, it is,okay? This is a groundbreaking scientificdiscovery, we can’t just bury it like a common mammal, okay, it’s not a dog!”Your brother sped through his words, which you weren’t sure were directed atyou or Steve.

         Stevestepped forward towards the fridge, only muttering, “Fine, but you’re explainingthis to Ms. Byers, alright?”

         He tried toawkwardly shove the thing in the fridge, making you cringe as the disgustingslime spread all over, continuously hitting into everything and knocking thefew remaining food products around. “Dustin, door, door, door, door, door,” heyelled, not turning around as Dustin ran up and closed the door, creating adisgusting squelch sound as the thingwas successfully pushed in.

         “Okay,”Steve breathed out, affectionately moving Dustin’s hat around on his head beforewalking into the next room, leaving you smiling at your two favorite boys.

         You took aminute to put the remnants of the Byers’ food back on their table, making sureeverything salvageable was there so they could find it before you walked backinto the room where everyone else was.

         “Right, somy point is—” you walked in to see all the kids staring expectantly at Steveand you leaned against the doorway, smiling at him. “Yeah, we’re on the bench,so there’s nothing we can do.”

         After apause, you heard your brother’s voice. “That’s not entirely true.” Everyone,including you and Steve looked at him. “The demo-dogs, they have a hive mind.When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”

         The kids allstarted talking over each other with different tidbits of information andthings that you could do before Steve interrupted them, throwing his hands upin the air. “Yeah, and then we all die.”

         “That’s onepoint of view,” your brother said.

         “What? No,that’s not a point of view, that’s a fact!” Steve cried.

         Mike turnedand started walking through the house, pointing out the main location of thehive mind and where the demo-dogs would be called to, as Dustin, Max, Lucas,and him all started yelling over each other. All you could make out wereclippings of words like the Mind-Flayer and the gate, before Steve yelled overthem all, clapping his hands.

         “Hey! Hey!Hey! This is not happening. No, no, no, no, no, no buts. I promised to keep youshitheads safe and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. We’re staying here, onthe bench, and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Okay, doeseverybody understand that?”

         “This isn’ta stupid sports game!” Mike yelled.

         “I said,does everybody understand that? I need a yes.”

         The roomwent quiet for a minute before Max, Lucas, Dustin, and Mike all turned to lookat you.

         “What—whatare you guys all looking at me for?”

         “What do yousay, Y/N?” Mike asked.

         “Yeah, yourword holds just as much power as Steve’s,” Max said.

         “Well, duh,she’s the only one the dipshit’ll listen to,” your brother mumbled, earning asmack on the back of the head from a blushing Steve, which, luckily, you hadn’tnoticed.

         “Guys, I…”you paused, realizing how intensely they were all staring at you, Steve’s eyespleading. “Steve’s right. It’s—it’s too dangerous.” All the kids looked down atthe ground, and a heavy, dead silence filled the room for only a few secondsbefore you spoke again. “But…” Their heads shot up. “We…we’ve all alreadyfought off this many deadly monsters tonight. I mean, we do have a deadDemogorgon shoved in the freaking fridge over there. And…if we have a chance,right here, right now, to save our friends, to save our families, to save thewhole damn world—I say we take it. It’s not smart, in fact, it’s stupid andballsy as hell, Steve’s right about that, but…after all I’ve seen and all youguys have seen, I’m willing to grab my crowbar and go save our friends. I’mready to kill those sons of bitches once and for all.”

         There wassilence for only a second before your brother erupted in applause. “Hear,hear!”

         Steve lookedat you for a second before looking down at the ground, smiling and shaking hishead. “O-okay.” The kids all whipped around, gaping at him. “I still hate this plan, don’t get me wrong, andI’d do anything to stop you all from doing it, but I know for a fact that onceY/N’s set on something, there’s no backing her down. So, I’m with youshitheads.” Your eyes locked and you smiled at him, mouthing a silent thank you.

         A noise likean engine came from outside, and you saw Max turn around and run to the window,fear written across her face.

         “It’s mybrother. He can’t know I’m here, he’ll kill me.” She turned to Lucas. “He’llkill us.”

         “Max…” yousaid quietly. “Your brother, is he—”

         “BillyHargrove.”

You looked up at Steve to seethat he was already looking down at you. Without thinking about it, he quicklykissed you on the forehead and walked out the front door, leaving you staringafter him.

You watched them through thefront door peephole, as Steve slowly approached Billy and they talked. Stevewas loyal to a fault, you had no doubt he was out there sarcastically defendingyou and the kids, doing everything he could to keep Billy’s attention on himand not on who could be inside the house.

You hated Billy Hargrove witha passion. Every day he would grab your ass, or catcall you in the hallways, oroffer you certain “extracurricular activities” you continuously told him youweren’t interested in. And in all honesty, if not for Steve, you’d be afraid ofhim. He wasn’t just some stupid guy hitting on you. He was smart, andcalculating, and evil, and you knew he had no problem with taking whatever hewanted. But, for all the hate you carried for Billy, Steve had quadruple it,and you knew you were fine with him around.

You saw Billy blow a puff ofcigarette smoke into Steve’s face, and you turned to see the kids, only torealize that they were looking through the window in almost unmissable view.

Panicked, you whisper-shouted,“No! Guys, get down!”, but it was too late. Billy had seen them. Both he andSteve turned to face the window, Steve’s mouth clearly saying the words “ohshit”, before he turned around and Billy’s fist connected with his jaw,knocking him to the ground.

You whipped around. “Guys, Ineed you to back up right now, get behind me and go hide—” You were cut off bythe sound of the door being thrown open behind you.

You turned around, eyes wide.

“Damn, L/N, is that you?” hesmirked. “I don’t know what you’re doing here with Harrington and mystepsister, but let me tell you, this skin-tight tank top, hot, action movielook is really working for you.” He stepped closer to you until he was loomingover you, his face only an inch from yours.

You opened your mouth to saysomething when Billy saw Lucas behind you and stepped away from you.

“I thought I told you to stayaway from him,” he said to Max, gesturing to Lucas.

“Billy—”

“You disobeyed me. And youknow what happens when you disobey me. I break stuff.”

Just like that, he picked upLucas, lifted him up, and slammed him against the cabinet as hard as he could.All the kids started screaming over each other as you yelled, “Billy, no!”

Without even thinking aboutit, you turned and picked up the first thing you saw, a frying pan, lifted itbehind your right shoulder, and swung it as hard as you could, right intoBilly’s head.

Disoriented, he dropped Lucasto the ground, before turning around and focusing on you. You were happy to seethat there was blood dripping down his forehead.

He lifted you up by the waistimmediately, forcing your legs around his waist as he shoved you against thewall, holding your wrists so you couldn’t move. He was pressed up against you,you tightly wrapped around him with your tank top riding up and exposing your stomach,against your will, his face right in front of yours as you shrieked for thekids to run.

“DUSTIN, GET THEM OUT OF HERE!GET STEVE AND GO, PLEASE!”

With a smirk, Billy kissedyour neck as you screamed, before harshly pushing his lips against yours, silencingyou.

You heard Dustin start toyell, “LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!” before he was cut off by your hero coming tosave the day.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MYGIRLFRIEND!” Steve yelled, angrier than you had ever heard anyone in your life,before he ripped Billy off of you, punching him in the face as hard as he couldand knocking him to the ground.

Girlfriend?Was that what he just said?

You slid down the wall,hitting the floor, but not before Billy turned around and grinned wickedly atyou one more time, picking a plate up off the ground and smashing it on top ofyour head quicker than Steve had a chance to stop it.

Steve’s cry of “Y/N!” and aloud crunch as Billy’s fist connected with his face again was the last thingyou heard before everything went black.

 ~

 Steve’s eyes opened slowly,everything a blurry mess. His face felt worse than anything he had felt before,it was like he had been run over by a bulldozer a million times over again. Hewas breathing heavily through his mouth—his nose was too bloody, and everybreath seemed to make his head pound even more. His eyes were both half closed,bruised shut, but he still tried his best to look around and figure out wherehe was.

“Y/N?” he muttered, looking tohis left to see that it was not, in fact, Y/N, but Mike, who was giving him themost confused look he had ever seen a kid wear.

Steve groaned, reaching up totouch his face, only to have Dustin’s hand pull his away, speaking in a softvoice. “Hey, hey, don’t touch, okay?” The words echoed through Steve’s ringingears, making it seem like a hallucination. He looked over to see what he wassure was Dustin’s blurry face. “Hey, buddy. Shhh...shhh…” Steve closed his eyesfor a moment. “You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you put up agood fight, buddy, okay, you’re okay.”

“Y/N…Dustin, where’s Y/N…”Steve groaned, trying to make sense of everything.

“God, you’re out of it,”Dustin laughed quietly. “And whipped for my sister. She’s okay, buddy, yousaved her, okay? She’s just unconscious. Trust me when I say she’s in way better shape than you are right now.Like, if she was out of your league before, now—”

“Dustin…where…” Steve tried toget out the words, but mostly just mumbled incoherently.

“Dude, you’re literally layingon top of her right now.”

With all the effort he had,Steve moved his head to look up, realizing that his head was resting on your lap.Your eyes were shut, your mouth slightly open, only a little bit of dried bloodcircling your forehead. But otherwise, you were okay. You were fine. Steve letout a sigh of relief, which sounded more like a desperate gasp for air. Herealized that there was a blood stain across your stomach, staining the grayfabric, and only panicked for a second before realizing it came from himself.

Suddenly, you coughed for air,your eyes slowly fluttering open. You were a little dizzy and everything wasstill sort of spinning, but otherwise everything was okay. You heard yourbrother’s voice from beside you make some joke about being glad Sleeping Beautycould join us, before you looked down and saw Steve’s head in your lap.

For a second, you were justoverjoyed that he was there, that he was okay, but then you saw the shape hewas in and gasped, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Steve…”

He groaned and you winced,knowing the immense pain he must have been in. “...Hen…der…son?” he coughed,choking on his own blood. You had to use every bit of nerve you had in you notto cry. “You…you o-okay?” He winced at the ringing in his own ears, looking upat you with pained eyes.

You nodded at him and smiledsweetly, gently running your fingers through his hair without thinking.“Yeah…I’m okay, Harrington. Thanks to my knight in shining armor.” You paused.“You know, even covered in rainbow band-aids, you have no idea how happy I amto see that pretty face of yours.”

He tried to smile, but endedup groaning at the pain it put his face in. “You…think I’m…pretty?”

You grinned at him, shakingyour head. “Of course that’s what you got from that.” All of a sudden your headstarted pounding and you grimaced, lifting your hand to your forehead. Stevewas still looking at you with groggy concern until he realized that- if youweren’t driving and he wasn’t, someone else was.

He heard Lucas’ voice ringingthrough his head from the passenger seat, giving driving instructions, and withmore alertness than he had had this whole time, he looked forward to see asmall redheaded girl at the wheel.

“Whas…whas going ong…” hisvoice came out. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Steve, what—” you looked up,your eyes getting wide. “Oh my god. Oh mygod.”

“Hey guys, relax, she candrive,” Dustin said.

“Yeah, in a parking lot!” Mikeyelled.

“That counts!” Lucas chimedin.

“Oh my god,” Steve criedagain, clearly panicking, his words slurring together more and more by thesecond. You were gripping onto him, trying not to panic yourself.

“Look, Y/N’s got a really badconcussion, and Steve’s pretty self-explanatory, so what were our options?”your brother cried, waving his hands in the air.

“No. Oh my god. Nooo,” Steveslurred faster, everything sounding like a garbled mess.

“Hey, look, they all wanted toleave you behind and just bring Y/N, but I said you’d be cool.”

“Noooo!” Steve moaned,freaking out.

“Max, what’s going on?” youcried as she slammed on the gas, accelerating the car forward faster than you’dever seen, other than when Billy drove. “Max, what are you doing?”

“Oh my- whoaaaa, stop the car.Slow down,” Steve yelled, sounding slightly more like his regular voice thanbefore. You could see his eyes getting a little sharper.

“I told you he’d freak out!”Mike yelled.

“STOP THE CAR!” he screamed,gripping onto your hand like his life depended on it.

“MAX, PLEASE!” you pleaded,your pounding head stopping you from thinking straight. “Max, stop!”

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” sheyelled as the car hit 90 mph. “I’M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!”

“THAT’S MT. SINAI, MAKE ALEFT!” Lucas yelled.

“WHAT?”

“MAKE A LEFT!”

Max swerved to the left,throwing everyone in the car forward, including you. You were thrown onto thefloor, laying right on top of Steve, your noses almost touching as the carrocketed in the other direction, hitting a sign that went flying over the car,denting the roof, as the car somehow sped up more, whizzing around the corner.

It was chaos: everyone screamingover each other, Lucas’ high and loud enough to break glass as Steve yelledunderneath you, his voice going in and out like crazy. While you screamed hisname, his arms instinctively wrapped around you like a seatbelt, your faceburying itself in the crook of his neck. The car kept flying forward until itcame to an abrupt stop, causing your brother and Mike to collapse to the flooron either sides of you as Steve frantically clutched at the seats, threw hishead back, and yelled something that sounded like an “AHHH HELLOOOOOOO”. Ittook you a minute to realize after the car stopped that they were all lookingat you and Steve, you on top of him as he held you tight against him, your haira mess as you clutched onto him like a life preserver. You blushed, awkwardly tryingto hide your face from Dustin.

“Y/N…” Steve coughed, hisvoice returned to normal, if not a little stuffy from his clogged nose. “Y/N,are you okay?”

“Yeah, Steve, I’m fine. We’refine.”

Everyone quickly piled out ofthe car, and you walked in front of it to see where Max had stopped whileeveryone else walked to the back and started searching through the trunk forsupplies. You were in the middle of one of the disgusting rotten pumpkinfields, only a few feet from a massive hole in the ground. Just looking at itmade your legs feel like lead, a sinking feeling of fear and dread filling youimmediately as the floating particles calmly passed by beneath you.

This was your worst nightmare,the thought of going back there again, the thought of being trapped by thishorrible place that you had no power against. This was the nightmare that wokeyou up almost every night, the nightmare that left you paralyzed until you hadenough courage to pick up the phone and call Steve. He had always promised thatit was over, that you’d never have to see it again, and that one day it wouldjust be a distant memory. Well, here you were, voluntarily walking straightback into it with him by your side.

Steve walked up behind you,your supplies in his hands, ready to pass over to you, when he saw you standingthere completely frozen, staring into the ground like it had some hold on you.You looked paralyzed, your eyes glazed over as you stared into it. Even on yourworst nights, he had never seen you like this. The supplies dropped to theground immediately as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you andturning you around to face him, holding you to him. “We’re gonna be okay,” hewhispered in your ear, and you nodded.

The kids started walking pastyou with full cans of gasoline, but neither of you paid any attention. You juststood there, hugging each other, until your brother’s voice forced you to stepapart.

“Steve,” Dustin said frombehind you. “Look, man, I know you’re still upset about this, and before youyell and scream and throw things or do anything you possibly can to keep usfrom going into that hellhole again, just listen to me. When a party member isin danger, it’s our duty to protect that party member. Now, you promised tokeep us safe. So—” he said, holding the nailed baseball bat forward for Steveto grab. “Keep us safe.”

Steve looked at you and thenback at Dustin before nodding, reaching forward, and taking the bat, givingyour brother a clap on the back.

Before you knew it, all thesupplies were on, and Steve was going down the hole, landing on the ground witha soft thud. You were next, a crowbar in one hand, a gun on your belt, alighter in your pocket, and your face shielded by goggles and a handkerchief.Steve turned around, opening his arms to catch you when you got to the bottomof the rope, knowing you had almost an extra foot more than him to fall becauseof your height. You slid down the rope almost expertly, falling through the airand hitting the ground by yourself gracefully on both feet, swinging thecrowbar around and sticking it on your belt, smirking at Steve’s slightlyshocked expression. Despite your landing, his arms had still naturally ended uparound your waist, and the two of your faces were only an inch apart.

“Well, looks like someone cantake care of herself,” he chuckled through the handkerchief, his voice a littlemuffled.

“Don’t worry, I can still findtime to take care of you, too,” you laughed.

“You know, I’m hurt, Y/N.After all we’ve been through together—” he joked, mockingly covering his heartwith one of his hands, leaving the other on your waist.

You looked down at his handand smiled. “Now, I’m starting to think you’re trying to seduce me here,Harrington,” you joked, gesturing to him holding you. Even in the darkness, youcould see his light blush as he awkwardly stepped away, mumbling an apology.“Steve, hey, I’m just kidding,” you said, reaching a hand up to cup one side ofhis face. Even though his mouth was covered, you saw his eyes crinkle in a grinas he brought both his hands up to your face, pulling you closer, too.

“Hey, lovebirds, a little helpgetting me down here?” your brother’s voice cut through the air, making youjump apart.

“I…I got it,” Steve said,walking over to the rope, looking down.