#OH AND JOYCE AND HOPPER. YES FINALLY

[bookplush]

just finished st4 and i heard a lot of talk that it was bad but ???? that was so good what r y’all talking about ????

#last ep had me SOBBING #it ended so sad this timeee #but i thought it was really good i dont rly get what people are complaining about #it might help also that i was spoiled for a lot of the stuff people seem most upset abt so i knew it was coming #and also that i watched the full season in one go #idk why they held off the last two episodes #it just let people build their perfect scenarios for the end of the season #which meant they were inevitably disappointed when it didnt live up to that #i think it wouldve been wiser to release it all at once #but anyway YEAH i really liked it and thought it was v good #poor max hope she’s ok #and EL what a wonderful season for el #so juicy and angsty #lumax was so adorable i want them to be happy #also seeing erica be a supportive sister makes me 🥺 #i feel bad for eddie but like. obviously not as much as the rest of you do LMAO #i dont need him to come back but i hope they at least find a way to clear his name #man this was just such a good season for both el and max who like. along with will are my fav characters so. loved it #OH AND JOYCE AND HOPPER. YES FINALLY #i just want them to be able to raise their kids together and live in peace man #OH and robin and the ginger girl in the last ep. yes lesbians lets go lesbians! #ok ok im done sorry lol #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #<- for blacklists

[steddieas-shegoes]

For the requests: Steve has a good relationship with his parents & when they come back from wherever & someone (Nancy/Robin) tells them about the UD & his parents react by calling out every single adult involved. Maybe he got badly hurt, & they were called in & upon finding out they call out Joyce, Hop, Owens & Murray for the way no adult inthese kids lives had any clue about what their kids were going through. Nor were their parents given notice esp bc having underaged kids sign NDAs is not legal nor legally binfing (Maybe all the parents of the party kids are there and get all the info just like the Harrington's)

MY DARLING! LIGHT OF MY LIFE! HONESTLY this one hit different. You know how much I love making Steve suffer and when he has good parents, a lot of his suffering disappears. But it was nice to branch out a bit. Also finally some common sense! KIDS SHOULD NEVER BE SIGNING AN NDA THEMS THE FACTS! Steve's parents are here to fight for everyone so WELCOME TO THE CHAOS OF STEVE'S OVERPROTECTIVE LAWYER PARENTS! - Mickala ❤️

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Steve Harrington had managed to avoid the hospital for years. Not because he shouldn’t have gone, but because he refused to go.

But this time, he was unconscious, which means he didn’t have a choice.

And now, staring at his parents’ shocked and appalled faces next to his bed, he realized he wished he’d just died, actually.

“This happens…often?” Anne Harrington asked Dr. Owens, who looked like he wished he was also dead.

“It does happen more often than we like. But it appears to be fixed now! Steven has been a wonderful asset to us, which is why we want to make sure he is comfortable and all his medical expenses are paid.”

He handled that well, Steve thought.

“And this is the first time anyone has bothered to call us?” Richard Harrington asked much too quietly.

That was his ‘I’m about to lose my shit’ voice and Steve didn’t have the energy to deal with it.

“I do apologize, we had to deal with enough NDAs as it is,” Dr. Owens replied, not realizing that he was speaking to two lawyers who were about to ruin his life.

Steve let his head rest against the pillow of the hospital bed, sighing.

“At what age did Steve sign his first NDA?”

“I believe he was 16.”

“And did he have a lawyer present?” Anne didn’t wait for a response before continuing. “I can tell you he didn’t. We’re his lawyers and we were not even called. Are you the one in charge of this shitshow?”

It wasn’t often Anne Harrington said a curse word. Steve only ever heard it a handful of times, usually after hanging up with a client who would lose their case.

“I am one of the people who is tasked with this, yes. But if you don’t mind, I need to check in with a few people before I can truly devote time to this conversation.”

“Oh, please. Continue on with your day. Don’t mind us sitting next to our son in the hospital.”

Dr. Owens sighed, knowing this fight was barely even starting, and left the room.

Steve’s parents turned to him.

“How many concussions have you had?”

“Why didn’t you call us?”

“Who else knows about this?”

“Will this happen again?”

The questions were too much, and Steve’s head was pounding. He couldn’t do this right now.

“Hopper.”

“Jim Hopper? I thought he died.”

Admittedly, his parents had been out of town for a while. They didn’t know Hopper was back as of a few months ago, and probably didn’t realize he’d taken over as chief again.

“He didn’t. He’s around here somewhere.”

“He knew about all this?”

“Mom, I love you, but my head is splitting down the middle. I need to stop talking.”

Anne slowly brushed her hand through his hair, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Of course, honey. We’ll be back soon. Do not sign anything without us here, okay?”

“Okay.”

His dad briefly touched his shoulder before they both left the room.

Finally, some peace and quiet.

Until he was woken up by yelling.

Not just any yelling. Richard Harrington yelling.

If he wasn’t chained to the bed by an IV and blood transfusion bag, he would be up and in the hallway.

Apparently, he didn’t need to worry, though.

His mom came into the room, leaving the door open to the hallway so he could hear everything.

“I’m glad you’re awake, honey. We have a lot to talk about.”

“Who is he yelling at?”

“Every adult who didn’t bother to take care of you the way they should. Not just you, but all of these kids,” she said, tone more annoyed by the second.

“I don’t understand.”

“Honey, you’ve been protecting these kids in ways you never should have had to. All these adults who were involved never told any of us what was going on. They let you keep standing in the line of fire, getting hurt, seeing things you shouldn’t have to and never even bothered to call us. You signed NDAs with the government without parents or lawyers present. That alone is illegal, do you understand that?”

“So I’m in trouble?”

“Oh, honey, no. You’re not in trouble. Your dad’s having a few words with the chief and Dr. Owens.”

Steve tuned in to what was being said in the hall.

“I cannot fathom what you’ve done. Expecting these children to save this town, the world, and not even have their own parents know? Who are they supposed to turn to? You? And what have you done to help them? As far as I’m concerned, you should be arrested and imprisoned. If I have anything to say about it, you will!”

“Mom, can you please get him to stop? I know he’s upset, but Hop really protected us a lot, okay? And Dr. Owens was just doing his job.”

“A lot of people have just been doing their jobs instead of considering that maybe children shouldn’t be responsible for defeating actual monsters.”

Well. Yeah, she did have a point there.

“Where is everyone?”

Anne sat on the edge of his bed, holding his hand, running her thumb along the back of it.

“The Munson boy is in the room next door, he’ll be okay. Robin is home with her parents. Most of the kids are now with their parents, but that Sinclair boy is still being watched for concussion symptoms.”

Steve sighed with relief.

No one was lost. Everyone had pretty minor injuries. Maybe he was able to protect everyone.

“That Dustin boy is relentless,” Anne said with a smile. “He really looks up to you.”

“Yeah, he’s like a brother to me.”

“His mom didn’t know about any of this either, did she?”

Steve thought about it.

Honestly, she probably had some idea. Maybe not of the real details, but she had to know Dustin was involved in something he couldn’t talk about. Same with most of the parents.

But Steve’s parents were gone a lot. Their main office was in Boston, and they would often have to travel around the country for their clients. He was used to not seeing them, only getting to talk to them on the phone once or twice a week.

It’s easy to hide shit over the phone, and when they did manage to make it home, the Upside Down monsters were safely tucked away underground.

They had no way of knowing anything was wrong. He did it on purpose, just like all of the kids did.

Even without signing the NDAs, he’s pretty sure they wouldn’t have told their parents.

“I think we just thought we were protecting you guys.”

“Honey, it’s not your job to protect us. It’s our job to protect you.”

She looked so sad.

Steve didn’t want her to be sad.

“Mom, you couldn’t have done anything. And we’re all safe.”

His dad walked in the room, face red. He closed the door behind him and ran his hand over his face.

“Doctor said Steve can go when the nurse comes to disconnect him from everything soon,” he said, coming to sit in the chair by his bed.

“That’s good news. We’ll get you home and settled. We canceled our flight out so we can stick around for a while and make sure you’re okay,” Anne said with a smile.

“You guys don’t have to cancel your trip. Your clients need you.”

“Not as much as you need us, son,” Richard said, giving him a soft smile.

“I’ve handled it before, though.”

“And you shouldn’t have. Trust me, this town, the government, they’ve got a shit storm coming and I’m leading it,” his dad huffed.

A knock interrupted Steve’s response, the door opening slightly before they answered.

Eddie.

“Steve? You okay?”

Steve’s parents looked at the door, then back at Steve, who was doing his best to hide the fond smile on his face.

It wasn’t working though, not when he saw the way Eddie was trying to take inventory of his injuries from across the room.

“You can come in, Eds.”

“Who’s this, honey?” Anne asked.

“This is Eddie.”

“Oh! You poor thing. I heard all about what you’ve been through. Let me just say, if we had caught wind of it earlier and knew you were Steve’s friend, we would’ve been representing you in court,” Anne rushed to say, her hands fluttering over Eddie’s when he got next to the bed.

Eddie’s wide eyes would have been amusing if Steve didn’t worry that he might run for the hills at the care his parents showed.

“Uh. Thank you?”

“Do you need anything right now? Do your parents need anything?” Richard asked, sitting forward in his chair, business face on.

“Um, just me and my uncle, but no. I’m heading home, but wanted to check on Steve before I go.”

“Of course! You guys are close friends?”

It was an innocent question. His parents just liked to know who was in his life, that’s all. But Eddie looked at him with panic written all over his face.

Steve gave him a small smile, then turned to his parents.

“Actually, he’s my boyfriend.”

They were quiet for a moment, which Steve expected. No matter how well he thought they’d take it, he knew it would be a shock.

But his parents didn’t let him down.

“How long have you been together, Steve?”

“Since March. Four months?” He watched as Eddie started to back away, probably expecting the worst.

Anne smacked Steve’s arm, forgetting for a moment that he was in the hospital for a reason.

“Sorry,” she said before crossing her arms. “You’ve had a boyfriend for four months and didn’t tell us? We could have come back and arranged dinner to meet him. I’m so sorry our son is rude, Eddie. He wasn’t raised that way, I assure you.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped.

“Um. What’s happening right now?”

“We’ll be home for a while to make sure Steve is alright. We’d love to have you over for dinner soon. With your uncle if you’d like,” Richard added as Eddie just stared between them.

“What do you like? I just got a new cookbook that has so many European dishes I want to try. Are you a fan of Polish food? You know what, no, what about Greek? We haven’t had good Greek food in so long.”

Steve was laughing, he couldn’t help it.

“Steve, what the hell is going on here?”

“Eddie, that’s my mom, Anne, and my dad, Richard. They’re kind of the best, and apparently they want you and Wayne to come for dinner. Think you can find time in your schedule?”

“Uh.”

“Oh dear. Do you have a concussion? They should monitor you kids better,” Anne worried, moving her hands up to cup his cheeks and look in his eyes. “Should I get a nurse?”

“No, mom, he’s okay. He just expected you two to freak out.”

“About what?”

“The fact he’s a man.”

“Oh! I do suppose that’s a reasonable concern.”

“Eddie, let me ask you this: do you make Steve happy?” Richard asked.

“I think so.”

“And he makes you happy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then it sounds like we have no reason to be upset. Now, dinner? Maybe tomorrow night?”

“Okay.”

Steve laughed loudly.

“Eds, come here,” Steve gestured for him to come closer.

Eddie moved next to the bed, his arm bandaged, and a new cut with stitches in it on his forehead.

“Closer.”

Eddie leaned in.

Steve leaned up and kissed his lips. Just a quick peck, just enough to get the point across that this was really okay and really happening.

“Tomorrow at 6?” Steve asked before he pulled away completely.

Eddie nodded.

“And please bring your uncle, we need to discuss our plan for a lawsuit on behalf of all of you,” Richard spoke up from his chair.

“Oh. Yes, sir.” Eddie pulled away from the bed, nervously playing with his rings.

“Richard is fine, son.”

Eddie was blushing, which Steve was absolutely going to make fun of him for later.

“See you tomorrow, then?” Eddie asked awkwardly.

“Love you, Eds.”

“Oh. Uh. Yep. Love you too, Stevie.”

He raced out of the room, leaving Steve and Anne laughing quietly.

“Poor boy. Didn’t know what to do, did he?”

“No, I think he isn’t used to a positive reaction when people find out about him.”

“His uncle knows about you two, though, right?”

“Yeah, Wayne’s been great.”

“Good. Well, I’m going to find a nurse so we can go home. You should be comfortable in your own bed.”

“And I am going to make a quick call to my buddy in Chicago to see if he can pull some information on this Owens guy. We have a lot of work to do.”

Steve was used to this. For some kids, maybe this wasn’t good parenting. Maybe his parents being gone for a lot of his life had a negative impact.

But Steve never doubted how much they loved him. They still came home for every birthday, every Christmas. They still managed to take a family vacation every year. They gave him everything he needed and most of what he wanted. They supported him through everything, the proof right here in front of him now.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #the party #steve harrington has good parents for once!!! #and they're about to fuck shit up!!! #ficlet #request

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

"What do we do? What do we do?!" Dustin panicked.

"Well, not panic for one thing," Max said.

"How are you remaining so calm about this?" Dustin hissed.

"Because they need us to remain calm, and it helps if you're holding one," Max said as she snuggled the bundle in her arms. "Pick him up off the floor, Dustin."

Robin's small hands wrapped themselves around Max's braid and tugged.

"Hair is wed, Maxy," Robin said.

"Yeah, my hair is red," Max said in amusement.

Dustin sighed and picked up Steve off the floor.

"It's Otay, Dusty, I wasn't going to bofer you," Steve said.

"He is pretty adorable," Dustin sighed. "How did this happen?"

"Well, you wanted to prove that the woman in the weird new occult shop wasn't a witch. You dug through her things, read a spell, and turned our favorite babysitters into kids!" Max shrieked. "The witch panicked, and now we don't know where she is or where the store is."

"Yeah, this is all my fault," Dustin sighed. "Does this make us the babysitters now?"

"Yes," Max replied. "We need to get them to Joyce and Hopper. Maybe El can find the witch."

"We can walk," Robin said as she wiggled in Max's arms.

"Alright, but we need to stick together," Max said as she set her down.

Steve wiggled out of Dustin's arms, and Robin took his hand. They started skipping ahead of them as they walked out of the building.

"Aw, even though they don't know each other, somehow they know they're best friends," Dustin said.

"They are pretty cute," Max agreed as she pushed her glasses up her nose. "Glad their clothes shrunk with them."

Steve and Robin were giggling as they skipped happily. Suddenly, Steve tripped and fell on the concrete.

"Oh, nose!" Robin yelled. "Stebe! Stebe! Don't cwy!"

Steve’s eyes welled up with tears, and his bottom lip trembled as knee started to bleed through his now holy pants. Dustin took off his pack and pulled out a first aid kid.

"Hey, buddy, don't worry, it's not that bad. Dusty's got you," Dustin said softly.

"Bone is sticking out, Stebe," Robin said and Steve wailed.

"That's not very helpful, Robin," Max scolded, and Robin giggled. "It's not sticking out, Steve."

"It's not?" Steve asked.

"No," Max said softly.

Dustin cleaned the wound and put a band-aid on it.

"See? All better," Dustin said.

"Wait!" Robin exclaimed.

She leaned down and kissed Steve’s band-aid.

"Now, all better!" Robin yelled.

"Dank Dou, Wobbie and Dusty," Steve sniffled, and Max whipped his nose with a tissue.

Steve took Max's hand while Robin took Dustin's. Steve and Robin joined hands in the middle of them.

"I'm already exhausted," Dustin said. "Even as a kid, Steve is always getting hurt."

"Well, now we know how Steve feels chasing us around. He usually gets hurt keeping us safe," Max pointed out.

"That's true," Dustin said. "Now I know why he's anxious all the time. It's stressful worrying about them."

Just as they left the parking lot of the little strip mall, Lucas and Mike finally decided to show up on their bikes.

"Well, finally escaped the house. Let's go check out the witch," Lucas said.

"You assholes are a little late," Max scowled. "The witch turned Steve and Robin into kids, then panicked before disappearing with her shop."

"So, Dustin was wrong. She is a witch!" Mike exclaimed.

"Let's focus on the fact that Steve and Robin have been turned into little kids," Dustin said, squinting his eyes at him.

"Are you a ghost?" Robin asked Mike.

"Max is nearly as pale as I am," Mike scowled at Robin.

"Cwanky ghost," Robin giggled with Steve.

"Ghost needs a nap," Steve laughed.

"Aww, man, they're cute," Lucas grinned.

"We were going to see Hop and Joyce. Maybe El could help us find the witch," Max said.

"Joyce is having a family day. That's why Will and El couldn't come with us," Mike explained.

"Okay, so, what are we supposed to do with them in the meantime?" Dustin asked.

"Take care of them like they took care of us," Lucas scoffed. "Obviously. Maybe they'll turn back by tomorrow."

"Okay, but if they don't turn back by tomorrow, then we're taking them to Hopper and Joyce," Dustin said. "I guess we should go to Steve’s house since no one is there and I have a key."

"They need clothes and food," Mike said. "Can they even go to the restroom by themselves?"

"I'm a big boy," Steve scowled, his little fists on his hips.

"Yes, that's right you are. Don't listen to the mean old ghostie," Max cooed at him and Steve beamed.

"Well, you know Steve always keeps the fridge and pantry stocked," Dustin said. "Let's go get them some clothes."

"Oh, yes, two menacing children in a clothing store, what could go wrong?" Mike rolled his eyes.

"You could could be a little more optimistic, Mike, jeeze," Dustin said.

Turns out Mike was being realistic. They were only in the store for five minutes before they lost both of them. Dustin, of course, panicked, as well as Mike. It was Lucas and Max who remained calm. They were the ones who found them hiding and giggling inside one of the clothing rack. It took one look from Max for them to settle down and look guilty.

"You aren't going to tell our Mama, are you?" Steve asked.

"We don't habe the same Mama, member?" Robin asked.

"Oh yeah. . .how come?" Steve asked.

"I don't know," Robin frowned.

"We should," Steve said.

"My mama can be your mama!" Robin exclaimed.

"Otay!" Steve exclaimed and then lowered his voice. "I don't like my mama. She leaves me all the time."

Max scooped him up and hugged him tightly. Robin tugged on Lucas's pants and held her arms up. Lucas smiled and placed her on his hip, laughing as Max doted on Steve.

"What kind of clothes we should get?" Lucas asked.

"No girly clothes for Robin, though," Max said. "She doesn't like pink."

"Can I has girl clothes?" Steve asked. "I like pink and blellow."

"Ooh, that yellow shirt with pink flowers would look good on you," Max said. "Let's do this."

They bought a couple of outfits, some pajamas, and underwear, as well as socks. They had to pool their allowances together, but they managed. If they needed them for any longer, Steve had a washing machine and dryer. They walked to Steve’s. Robin and Steve having nodded off on Max and Lucas, but they woke up the moment they walked through the door.

"Okay, I think you guys have this," Mike said. "I'm going to go. If I wanted to babysit, I would have stayed at home."

"Nooo! Ghost don't go!" Robin whined.

She wiggled out of Lucas's arms and held her arms up for Mike. He sighed and scooped her up, rolling his eyes.

"Fine, I'll stay," Mike said.

"Yay!" Robin exclaimed.

"They took care of us, we take care of them now," Dustin said pointedly to Mike. "Like Lucas said."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Hungy," Robin said and pointed to her mouth. "Ahhh."

"Mac and Cheese!" Steve exclaimed. "It's Blellow! I can make it. Mama says I don't need her, I'm a big boy."

"Yeah, you're a big boy but not big enough to make the food. You need us, okay?" Max said.

"Mama wrong?" Steve asked.

"So wrong," Max said.

"Can we watch toons?" Steve whispered.

"You deserve it," Max said and placed him on the ground.

Robin wiggled out of Mike's arms and took Steve’s hand before running into the living room.

"GHOST!" Robin yelled.

"TOONS!" Steve screamed. "PWEAASE?!"

"Ghost, you're being summoned to watch toons," Dustin said in amusement.

Mike flipped him off before walking into the living room.

"You guys can make the Mac and Cheese. I'm going to watch some toons," Max said and disappeared into the living room.

"MAX!" Robin and Steve screamed. "IT'S SCOOBY!"

It was left up to Dustin and Lucas to make the food, which wasn't that hard. Since they were so pleasant about it, they allowed Robin and Steve to eat in the living room. They sat on the couch with bed trays on their laps as they ate their food. Robin and Steve sat on the couch, bobbing their head to the music as they sang along to the Scooby-Doo theme song. Lucas couldn't help it when he found the Polaroid and took a picture of Robin clutching a lock of Steve’s hair gently in her hand while Steve did the same with her as they ate with their free hand.

"They're so cute," Lucas said.

"You so want a kid of your own," Max scoffed.

"I mean, not now. I'm 14, but maybe when I'm older and I get the chance to adopt a kid who doesn't have people to love or care for them," Lucas shrugged.

Max smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

"Sweet," she blushed.

"Ewww!" Steve and Robin exclaimed.

"Barf," Robin said.

"You still want them, broody?" Max asked.

"They're not so bad," Lucas laughed.

TWO HOURS LATER. . .

"I LOOKED AWAY FOR ONE GODDAMN SECOND!" Dustin shrieked.

"Where's Steve?!" Mike asked.

"In the kitchen trying to make a cake for Dusty!" Max yelled. "Yeah, there is flower everywhere!"

"Where the fuck is Robin?!" Lucas asked.

"Oh, she's hanging around," Dustin said casually.

"SHE'S HANGING FROM THE DRAPES!" Mike screamed.

"Ghost! Watch!" Robin screamed. "I'm a bird!"

"NO THE FUCK YOU'RE NOT!" Mike screamed.

He managed to dive over the couch and catch her before she hit the floor.

"Good catch, Mike," Dustin said.

"I am never having kids," he said.

"Cwanky ghost," Robin said.

"Ghost needs a nap," Mike said.

She wiggled out of Mike's arms and ran into the kitchen. Max was lifting Steve out of the flour when Robin decided to dive in.

"SNOW!" Robin exclaimed. "Loook! Snow angle!"

"More like snow devil," Mike said, breathing heavily as he hurried into the room.

"Alright, guys, bath time!" Lucas exclaimed, clapping his hands.

"No baff!" Robin and Steve exclaimed.

"Yes, bath," Lucas said.

"The bath isn't a punishment. You have to get clean," Max said. "Or otherwise you're going to grow icky stuff on your bodies like spider eggs that will hatch and crawl all over you!"

"Max!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Baff! Baff!" Robin and Steve yelled as they ran to Max.

Max smirked as she led them to the bathroom. Lucas quickly followed.

"Mike, Dustin, clean up the kitchen while we clean up Double Trouble over here," Max said.

Steve and Robin babbled to each other as they splashed around in the bath, soaking the both of them.

"What language are they speaking?" Lucas asked.

"I think they're creating their own language," Max said.

"Don't twins do that?" Lucas asked.

"Yeah, they're soul twins," Max said and shared a grin with Lucas.

They managed to get through the bath without any accidents and kept most of the water in the bathtub.

"Alright, if you guys can get dressed for bed without any problems, I'll read you a bedtime story!" Lucas said happily.

Robin and Steve hollered before running upstairs to Steve’s room. When they came back down, they were wearing their new matching blue pajamas they were lined with red stripes. Mike and Dustin were sprawled out one couch looking exhausted. Max hugged the both of them as Lucas snapped yet another photo. He sat on the couch, pulling out a copy of the Hobbit. Robin and Steve sat next to Lucas, looking at the book as he started to read. Once again, they had a grasp of each other's hair, twirling it around their tiny fingers. This time, it was Max taking the picture. Pretty soon, Robin and Steve were fast asleep. Dustin grinned and picked up Steve, turning around to tell Mike to pick up Robin, but Mike had fallen asleep. Max rolled her eyes before picking up Robin. They walked up the stairs and tucked them into Steve’s bed. Steve stirred as did Robin.

"Wobbie?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we best fwiends?" Steve asked.

"Yeah."

"How long?"

"Forever, Stebe."

"Otay."

Their eyes fluttered close, and they were soon fast asleep.

"Oh, man," Dustin said tearfully. "I almost don't want them to grow up."

"Yeah," Max said softly.

They moved downstairs to find that Lucas had fallen asleep as well. Max grinned before snuggling into her boyfriend's side and closing her eyes. Dustin sprawled out in the recliner, putting his hat over his face. It wasn't long before they were all fast sleep. The next morning, Steve and Robin woke up to complete confusion. They were now back to their normal selves.

"What the hell?" Steve asked.

"Don't be so surprised. This isn't the first time we slept in the same bed," Robin yawned.

"Yeah, but I don't remember these pajamas," Steve said. "I feel like we're missing something. What's the last thing you remember?"

"Well, we were going to check out that witch's store with Max and Dustin," Robin said and they shot up.

"Max and Dustin!" Robin and Steve exclaimed.

They stumbled downstairs to find Max, Lucas, Dustin, and Mike fast asleep. Steve picked up the Polaroids that were on the table and showed them to Robin.

"The witch turned us into kids," Steve said.

"And they took care of us," Robin said softly.

"You take care of us. We take care of you," Dustin mumbled. "Lucas said."

"We got good kids," Steve said.

"They'll do," Robin shrugged with a grin.

They walked into the kitchen to make them breakfast, holding hands as they did so.

"Why are we holding hands?" Steve asked.

"No fucking clue!"

"Also, why do I have the sudden urge to call Mike a ghost?"

#stranger things #robin buckley #lesbian robin buckley #steve harrington #bisexual steve harrington #robin & steve #platonic soulmates #platonic with a capital p #platonic stobin #max mayfield #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #henderfam #with a side of #lumax #lucas sinclair x max mayfield #max x lucas #the party #stranger things fanfiction #rueleigh writes

[rosewaterandivy]

i. incandescent glow

summary: have you ever been so alone you spend the day confusing a man in a coma?

pairing: assumed e.m x reader, eventual s.h x reader

warnings: my blog is 18+ MDNI; mutual pining, yearning, miscommunication, poorly-wired idiot signals, vague nineties vibes, asshole-ish rockstar eddie, best friend & store manager steve, drug abuse, comas and hospitals, found family, hop and wayne knocking sense into people, eventual smut, schmaltzy rom-com goodness, mention of thanksgiving, christmas, and new year's holidays

w.c.: 8.2k

a/n: when I say that writing this kicked my ass, I'm tellin' you I had a rough time. @bettyfrommars this flannel-wearing Steve is for you especially! Please enjoy & I hope y'all like it 🥹

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Steve hadn’t planned for his life to amount to this, he’d simply blinked and found himself in a new decade, still rewinding tapes at Family Video. Granted, he’s district manager now and has several stores in the area he’s responsible for. 

Meanwhile, Eddie got the hell outta dodge and Corroded Coffin actually made something of themselves. Two albums under their belt and a forth-coming world tour after the holidays, and, more recently, a cover on the Rolling Stone. Ed had called him up once it was all finalized, “Can you fuckin’ believe it man?!”

And, Steve loves Eddie, so he could actually believe it. He tries and fails to keep his jealousy at bay, Ed is one of his best friends for christ sakes. Steve is happy for him, he really is, despite the revolving doors at rehab centers dotting the west coast, late night calls from strangers because Munson passed out in someone’s bathroom again. 

He is, after all, Eddie’s emergency contact. Gareth approached him after the second stint at rehab and suggested it, thought it would be the best all things considered. Steve readily agreed and signed the forms, kept his pager on him, and dutifully smoothed things over when Eddie’s benders got a bit too much.

So, he’s rewinding tapes when his pager goes off. He glances at the number and drags the phone across the counter. Nestling the handset between his shoulder and cheek, he punches in the numbers and shoves the tape in a plastic case to be shelved later.

“Hello, this is Hawkins Memorial Hospital. How may I direct your call?” a kind, if perfunctory voice recites. He can hear the hustle and bustle of the hospital waiting room, muted conversations and the ringing of phones.

“Hi, this is Steve Harrington. I received a page from this number regarding Eddie Munson.” Steve eyes the clock, he’s on closing shift by himself already having sent he employees home to celebrate with their families. 

“Yes, one moment please.” The receptionist places him on hold, allowing Steve to rewind a couple more tapes and sort them for shelving. “Mr. Harrington?” the line roars back to life, no longer the receptionist, but the doctor in charge of Eddie’s care instead. “Mr. Munson came into the hospital unresponsive but breathing, he was revived by a…” He rattles off a name that Steve has never heard before. “His, fiancée, as I understand it.”

Steve feels the floor sway under his feet.

Eddie.

With a fiancée?

“She’s here now and in a bit of shock, as you can expect. Since you’re his emergency contact, we wanted to alert you of his current state as well as get any contact information for family and friends that need to be made aware.”

“Oh, uh, sure.”

The doctor continues to relay that they’ve elected to place Eddie under a medically induced coma for the time being, to allow his body to flush the drugs from his system before assessing for any further damage. 

Steve is transferred to a medical assistant who takes down Wayne and Hopper’s information. He figures between the two men the job will get done, but let’s be real, it’ll be Joyce that activates the phone tree and calls the kids, and he plans to swing by the hospital later that evening once he’s closed up.

Grabbing the stack of tapes and begins to shelve them with a shake of his head. It would be just like Eddie to get engaged and not be fucked to tell anyone. Returning to the counter, he fiddles with the cuffs of his flannel shirt— Robin got it for him the last time she swung through town, insisted that Steve’s wardrobe needed some serious upgrading and all but thrust it upon him. 

“It brings out your eyes,” She said, leaning against the wall outside the dressing room. Her worn boots kicked against one another, half of her reflected in the mirror while Steve assessed. 

“It’s brown.”

“And gold!” She turns him around to press down the collar and pop the first two buttons of the shirt open. “It’s color theory man, just trust me on this, okay?”

Which is how Steve found himself the new owner of several flannel shirts of varying hues. And boots. When he complained it was all too lumberjack-like, Robin shushed him and continued to flirt with the cute check-out girl. 

But that had been months ago. It was coming on Thanksgiving now and his two best friends had been too busy traveling or showing art pieces to even call. He doesn’t mind, not really— well, he tries not to. Steve gets it, people are busy, things to do and people to see. 

The remainder of his shift goes by slowly. Kids home from school, families coming in by the dozen. Steve manages to complete a few menial tasks in between customers, throws on Planes, Trains and Automobiles just to have something on in the background.

He’s helping a regular when his pager beeps again, this time flashing Robin’s number. The door dings as they leave and Steve’s already wedged the phone to balance against his shoulder once more as he leans and elbow on the counter.

“Eddie has a fiancée?!” is the thing she screeches down the line. “When the fuck did that happen? Harrington, you’re supposed to keep me aware of these things!”

He signs and scrubs a hand down his face, “I’m his emergency contact, not his guardian.”

“Have you met her? What’s she like?”

“I don’t—”

“I got the first flight out of the city. Which means I had to go to LaGuardia blech,” She makes a gagging sound down the line. “Jonathan’s picking me up now from Indy. Oh my god, is she pretty?” Robin pings between her travel plans and hypothesizing about Eddie’s girl, “I bet she’s a total knock-out, knowing him. How did they meet? D’ya think she’d pose for me?”

“Slow down there, killer.” Steve laughs, “Might want to meet the girl first before propositioning her.”

She huffs a laugh, “You’re right, of course. She’d probably think I’m insane or something. What would I do without you Stevie?”

“Probably scare off more chicks than you already do.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself Harrington.” Robin’s laugh is loud and warm, soothing something in his gut. “I’ll see you tonight, dingus.”

“Sure, stay safe. Call me later, bye.” He places the phone back in its cradle and has half a mind to check the room behind the curtain, just in case some teenagers slipped past without him noticing, but then the phone rings.

“Thank you for calling Family Video, this is Steve. How may I help you?”

“Uh, hi.” A voice says down the line, small and tight. You introduce yourself, quickly followed by, “I’m at the hospital, with, uh Eddie?”

“Oh! Hi, how’s he doing?”

“Good, still in the coma.” 

Steve can hear some voices filtering through the mic, loud and familiar. 

“So, Hop and Wayne made it? That’s good.”

“Yeah, yeah, Joyce too. The kids are here too, I guess? It’s all a bit overwhelming.”

He huffs a laugh, “Yeah, I can only imagine.” He occupies himself with the slinky on the counter, much preferring to hear your voice than deal with the families that just walked in, ten minutes to close. “You holding up okay?”

An intake of breath, “Mmhm.” 

It’s a feeling he knows well. 

You’re overwhelmed by all these people you’d never met, on top of the fact that your fiancee is in a coma. Steve feels like shit, having you handle all of that by yourself. If he hadn’t stupidly sent the mid-shift employees home early, he would have been there to help you navigate it all.

“Joyce wants to know if you’re coming by after work. If we should wait for you,” You say after a beat or two of silence, “Or if you’ll just meet us at the house for Thanksgiving tomorrow?”

Steve rolls his neck in an effort to relieve the built-up tension there, bones popping, he rubs a hand at the nape of his neck. “Could you put her on real quick?”

He listens as the phone changes hands and Joyce’s comforting voice intones, “Steve?”

“She’s freaking out.”

“What?”

He sighs, “The fiancée, she sounds like she’s in a bad way.” He checks out the straggling customers, “Don’t wait on my account. I’ll see Ed after I’m done here.”

“Okay, Steve.”

“Does she have a place to stay? I know Rob is crashing with you and Hop—”

Joyce laughs, “We’ll have a full house I suppose. I can put Jonathan on the couch or something, don’t worry about it Steve.”

“Right. Okay.” He gives the final customer a smile and wave as they wish him a happy holiday. “I’ll see you later.”

Hanging up the phone, Steve walks to the door to turn the lock and flip the sign to ‘closed.’ He lingers against the door, resting his forearms against the bar, watching as the snow falls against the dark sky. Wonders how it is that just from the sound of your voice, he felt himself falling not unlike snowflakes outside.

Earlier that day

Turns out, landing the Corroded Coffin interview was not the boon to your career you thought it would be.

Maybe you’d set yourself up for failure. And it didn’t help that you had one big, fat embarrassing crush on a member of the band. Generally, being a fan of the artist coupled with the tendency to romanticize things in your mind only led to disaster.

Or, in your case, attempting to revive the frontman of the aforementioned band on the bathroom floor. 

Eddie Munson was unresponsive at your feet, a panoply of pills and baggies scattered across the floor. Having no time to think, you launch into action— checked for breathing and finding none began CPR followed by chest compressions, all while yelling for help.

Gareth is the one to find you, compressing Eddie’s chest with your two hands in between administering two breaths after every 30 counts.

“Call an ambulance!”

You can’t even bring yourself to feel sorry about your tone, harried and frantic, as he stumbles out to call 911. Thankfully, the paramedics are quick. One paramedic asks, “You’re his fiancée?” 

Dumbly, you nod, too in shock to register what’s been said. Someone guides you down the steps and into the front of the ambulance strapping you in with a seatbelt. He can’t just die, you reason, not when Corroded is just taking off— a world tour in the new year and a cover story with Rolling Stone. 

Your editor would have your head if something were to go wrong. Munson was notoriously picky with interviews and reporters, it was a miracle they’d approved you for the job. Rumor has it that he’d have much preferred Nancy Wheeler, but the board wasn’t keen to bring in a free-lance reporter for the job.

Somehow, this would be your fault.

Arriving at the hospital isn’t any better. Gareth and the other band members stayed behind to call management and see what was to be done about Eddie, and made you promise to call them once you’d arrived at Hawkins Memorial. 

Nevermind that you’re alone in a town you’d never stepped foot in before today. And all at Eddie Munson’s behest.

They rushed him off past the swinging double-doors, out of your reach. Stepping to the front desk, you ask the receptionist where the nearest pay-phone is, and she offers you one of the hospital phones instead. 

Dialing the number hastily scribbled onto your hand, your fingers brush along the plastic keys listening for the trill of the ring down the line. 

“Hi, Gareth? We made it to the hospital, they took him back with a team of doctors and nurses.”

“You didn’t go back with him?”

“It’s family only, I think?” You scratch the back of your neck nervously. “It’s not a big deal, I can stay in the lobby until you get here.”

“Yeah, that’s gonna be a while…”

He goes on to explain that their team has to meet and discuss next steps. The band can’t leave until they’ve done so and their manager asked them to stay put. 

“That’s shitty.”

He hums his agreement. 

“And I’m just supposed to stay here by myself? I don’t—”

“That’d be great, that is, if you don’t mind,” Gareth interrupts. “They’ll call his emergency contact soon enough. But we’d really appreciate having someone we know there until then.”

“Oh, okay.”

He thanks you for being so cool with all of this and says his goodbyes. With a short smile, you hand the phone back to the receptionist. Heaving a sigh, you drop your head into your hands and lament, “I was gonna marry him.”

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie’s attending nurse overhears you and recalls how the paramedic who brought him in said something about a fiancee. Turning toward you, she places a delicate hand on your back. You jump with a start and look up.

“You’re the fiancée, right?”

“Wh–”

“It’s okay honey, he’s doing fine. I’ll take you back there now.”

Allowing yourself to be guided by the kind nurse as she prattles on about something or other, you wonder how to get yourself out of this. No one was going to buy that Eddie Munson has a secret fiancee. If he was awake, he’d probably laugh you out of the room himself.

But, as it was, they’d placed him in a medically induced coma to let the drugs work their way out of his system. A small miracle, that. The doctor briefs you on his status, all of which flies directly out of your brain, too focused on how small he looks in the bed. Tubes dripping fluids and machines whirring or beeping every so often. Tattoos a stark contrast to the pallor of his skin, a sharp relief against a marble canvas. 

A medical assistant approaches you and asks about an emergency contact or the contact information of family and friends. 

“I don’t–”

The dazed look in your eye must give something away because the assistant attempts to pat your back comfortingly before saying they’ll check his personal effects.

The nurse, impossibly kind, rests a hand on your shoulder, “Let him hear your voice, honey.” 

Her shoes squeak along the tile floor as she leaves. There’s a brief reprieve where you’re left alone with Eddie in the hospital room. The nurse and medical assistant flit in and out occasionally, making notes in his chart here and there. But you’re transfixed by the man in front of you— beautiful and impossibly out of reach. He was even before the interview, you rationalize, but now he’s even more so. It’s bittersweet, almost, makes you want to reach out and hold the hand at his side, silver rings glinting in the fluorescent lights.

“Hi,” You greet. “I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing here, huh?” You take the seat closest to him. “Well, I didn’t really get a chance to introduce myself, so here it goes.” Taking a sip from the coffee the nurse left to fortify you, you recite your full name. “And I think you should know your family thinks we’re engaged. Never been engaged before, so this is all very sudden for me.” You huff a laugh and roll your eyes, “Um, what I really came here to tell you was, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“I don’t know what to do,” You continue, a quasi-one sided conversation and therapy session all in one neat package. “I’m just a reporter for the Rolling Stone. And if you were awake, or hell, even if Gareth were here, I wouldn’t be in this mess. Oh, god not that I’m blaming you.” Your hand finds his arm briefly before you jerk back as if stung, “Shit, sorry.” 

“This is not how I pictured my life going, to be honest with you. I thought when I did get engaged, I’d at least have the luxury of knowing my fiancé, or y’know them being conscious at least.” You sigh and take another sip of shitty coffee, “Don’t get me wrong, I love my life— I’ve got a great job and apartment, I get to travel and write for a living. It’s definitely not a bad gig.”

“It’s just, I never met anyone I could truly be myself with, y’know? Laugh with, and I mean ugly laugh with a snort and witch cackle. D’ya ever believe in love at first sight? No, probably not, you’re too rock and roll for that. Or have you even seen someone, and you knew that if only that person really knew you, they would…”

Thinking back to your Corroded Coffin research and tabloid perusals, you sigh. “Of course, they would dump the perfect model that they were with and realize that you were the one they wanted to grow old with.” You shake your head, realizing how ridiculous you sound, talking to a man in a coma who probably can’t even hear you. Your voice falls to a hush, “You ever fall in love with someone you’ve never even talked to? Have you ever been so alone you spend the day confusing a man in a coma?”

“No? Me neither.”

There’s the sound of shuffling of feet echoing from the hallway, followed by a relived: “Oh, there he is.”

A voice startles you from the doorway, deep and masculine, albeit out of breath. A tall, broad man steps into the room quickly followed by a shorter woman and a lankier man. The first addresses you, “You must be the fiancée, I’m Jim Hopper.” He holds out his hand in greeting.

You shake his hand, palm engulfed in his larger one. 

“This is my wife, Joyce, and that there is Eddie’s uncle Wayne.”

“He’s so pale,” She laments, crossing the room to his bedside. “Oh, my god.”

You nod to each of them, dropping your hand from Hopper’s. He studies you and you feel like squirming under his gaze, he’s still in uniform but sets his hat on a nearby chair. Great, just what you needed, a police chief to sniff you out.

Grabbing your things, you ready yourself to leave. “There’s been a misunderstanding. I should—”

“Nonsense,” Joyce says from opposite of you, she brushes a few strands of hair away from Eddie’s face. “The kids’ll be here soon and they’ll want to meet you.”

Wayne claps a hand to your shoulder, warmly giving it a squeeze. 

“The doctor said you found him and gave him CPR until the paramedics arrived?”

“Oh, um, yeah.”

“They say the only reason he was breathing when they brought him in was because of you.” His voice is hoarse, he coughs into his fist and clears his throat. “Thank you, for that.”

“It’s what anyone would’ve done.”

He squeezes your shoulder once more, “Not necessarily,” and moves off to sit in one of the chairs. 

“The doctor should be back soon,” You say, sitting beside Wayne. “He said the vital signs and brainwaves were looking good.”

Joyce nods and shoots you a smile, making idle chit-chat while the rest of you wait for the kids to arrive. There was some concern over Wayne and his heart condition, doesn’t take to shocking news too well, as you understand it. But who are these kids, Eddie’s kids? You didn’t recall coming across any mention of a previous wife or children in your research, but there are stranger things for rockstars to get up to than having a secret family you suppose.

It’s only when Wayne nudges you with his foot that you realize Joyce has been calling your name, “Where are you staying?”

“Oh, a hotel for the night.” You say softly, “I have to get back to New York soon.”

“Well, I won’t hear of it.” Joyce says looking to Hopper, “She’ll stay with us, won’t she Jim?”

He looks back at his wife and seeing her steely resolve, he knows better than to argue with her. “Sure, you’ll spend the holiday with us.”

Damn.

“Oh, we should see if we need to wait for Steve,” Joyce notes, just as a gaggle of people walk in. “Hi kids!” She stands quickly to greet them, their names coming too fast for you to keep up. A man and woman about your age bring up the rear, Joyce hugging them in turn.

Quietly, you step out to collect yourself. After taking a few breaths, you spot the medical assistant from earlier and flag him down for the emergency contact information. He scribbles a name and several phone numbers on a scrap of paper, “I would try this one first,” He points to the middle number, “It’s the work line, I think.”

“Great, thank you!”

Entering the room again, Wayne introduces you as Eddie’s fiancee and rescuer, to whoops and hollers. The younger woman lets out a wolf-whistle and drops you a wink, causing the heat to skitter underneath your skin. Making toward the phone, you dial the number and read the name on the paper.

Steve Harrington.

“Thank you for calling Family Video, this is Steve. How may I help you?”

The rich baritone of his voice, strong and deep, brings a quiver to your knees. Stumbling your way through an introduction, you make disastrous small-talk and wave Joyce over. She takes the phone with a smile, pushing you lightly toward the assembled group where the young woman, Robin, takes you under her wing.

“Fiancée, huh?” She asks with a quirked brow, to your noncommittal shrug. “Hmm.” Her eyes sweep toward Eddie, “I think you can do better,” She jokes with a wink.

Wayne drives you from the hospital to the house, graciously stopping by a grocery store along the way because you didn’t want to show up empty-handed. You make quick work of the deserted aisles, grabbing the necessary ingredients for pumpkin and pecan pie. He helps you to load the bags in the back of the truck and softly croons along to Woody Guthrie as he drives along the icy streets.

A comfortable silence sits between you. Wayne Munson is a man of few words, which is fine by you. The less opportunity for talking yourself into a hole, the better. He comes to a stop in front of a two-storey house festooned with Christmas lights. He carries your bags from the truck into the house, promising Joyce that he’ll be back tomorrow for Thanksgiving. Joyce rolls her eyes fondly and turns back toward the kitchen, leaving the pair of you in the entryway.

You rock back on your heels uncomfortably. Before you can make your escape, Wayne’s hand falls to your shoulder again kneading gently. You glance up to find his watery eyes and quiet smile; he pulls you in for a brief hug. “Thank you sweetheart,” He sighs, followed by a sniff, “I don’t know where he’d be without you, or where we’d be for that matter.” Giving you a final squeeze, he releases you and calls out a goodbye to Hopper and Joyce, shutting the front door behind him.

“Hey kid,” Hopper says, leaning against the bannister. “Join me outside for a minute?” He shrugs into his coat and nods toward the front porch. “Lemme grab my smokes, I’ll meet you out there.”

Well, shit.

It takes everything in you to not give in and pace along the icy boards of the porch as you wait. He’s figured you out, you know he has, and now he’s going to kick you out and you’ll have to call a cab and get back to the hotel before booking it to the airport first thing tomorrow.

“I know you and Munson aren’t involved, kid.” Hopper shuts the front door with a soft click, “Heard you back at the hospital talking to him.”

Your blood goes cold and you know there’s no way you can spin yourself out of this one. “I know, I know and I’m so sorry. It just all happened so fast and Wayne has that heart thing—” Your voice is choked and tight as you try to explain.

“Hey, slow down, take a breath. This isn’t the end of the world.”

“I’ll tell them, I just—”

He shakes his head and lets out a sigh, “Let me level with you,” He brushes off the snow and ice from the top step and invites you to sit down beside him. “God knows what that boy did to earn your attention, cause I certainly can’t make heads or tails of it.” He lights up a cigarette and offers one to you, “No? Can’t say I blame you, it’s a bad habit.” He takes a long drag in thought, leaving you to stew in your guilt. “What I’m trying to say is this: whatever you did, it brought him back. Eddie’s here and breathing because of you, so, in a way, we have him back because of you.”

You stay silent, knowing that whatever Hopper just shared with you is important. The guilt doesn’t leave you, not entirely, but this gruff lawman confiding in you does lodge something loose from the knot in your chest. And when he throws his arm over your shoulders to draw you to his side, you can’t help the watery smile that makes its way across your face. 

He smells like your dad, the same blend of tobacco, leather, and spice. It’s been far too long since you’ve indulged in the memory of him, so you allow yourself the weakness, just this once.

And you let Hopper lead you back inside his loud and warmly lit home where Joyce greets you with a plate for dinner and promises to help you bake the pies for tomorrow.

Steve is dead on his feet when he arrives at Hop and Joyce’s house. He’d swung by the hospital to check on Eddie and talked with the doctor and nurses. It was all pretty standard— let him dry out and then assess for further damage. His vitals were good and there didn’t appear to be a need for concern at this point. The doctor, of course, recommended a stay in rehab after being discharged from the hospital, which was already suggested by Corroded’s management team.

“You fucking idiot.” 

That’s the first thing Steve says to Eddie, quickly followed by:

“When you wake up, I’m gonna kill you myself.”

He doesn’t linger, knowing he’ll be back tomorrow, and the next day until Eddie wakes up. But it’s gone midnight by the time he turns the key at Hop’s place, kicking his boots at the door to rid them of the snow and ice, before toeing them off at the door. They thunk across the hardwood as he carelessly kicks them off, shrugging out of his coat and hanging it on the hooks by the door. 

“Sshh, dingus, you’re gonna wake her up!” Robin hisses as her socked feet light down the stairs.

Steve smiles, relieved to see her, before asking, “Wake up who?” 

Robin rolls her eyes and gestures to your sleeping form on the sofa. Steve studies you from a few steps up, one hand resting on the wooden bannister while the other pauses mid-air as he unravels his scarf. “Eddie’s fiancée, of course.”

“So, that’s her?” 

You’ve turned your back to them, and you’ve curled in ever so slightly on the sofa. One of Joyce’s many blankets covers you, but your socked feet stick out from underneath one corner— dancing penguins.

At least, that’s what Steve thinks are on your socks. But, he may need to get his eyes checked again.

“What, you haven’t met her?” Robin takes in Steve’s shocked expression, before it softens into something akin to how he goes all moon-eyed at the babes who frequented Scoops Ahoy or Family Video when they were teens as his eyes fall to you once more. “She’s great, you’ll love her. Now c’mon, let’s get you some food.” 

“Cereal?” 

She snorts at that, “Not my cereal. You took the toy surprise last time!”

Safely ensconced in the kitchen, Robin and Steve catch up in between bites of sugary cereal. She regales him with how valiantly Jonathan tried to get you to take his room upstairs for your stay and how stubbornly you’d refused, insisting you’d be fine on the couch. 

“I was right,” Robin says, some milk dribbling from her mouth as she chews. “Total knock-out and smart. Dunno how Munson managed it.”

“Oh y’know, the Munson charm probably.”

She hums in thought, setting her empty bowl in the sink. “Why d’you think he didn’t tell us?”

“Maybe he wanted it to be a surprise?”

“Fuck, what if he knocked her up?!”

Steve’s eyes blow wide at that thought. “Uh,” He says, astutely, “I don’t think that’s the case.”

“Yeah,” Robin hops down from her perch on the counter. “But how do we know?”

“You could ask her.”

She punches him in the arm, “You don’t just ask women if they’re pregnant Steve, geeze.”

He shrugs and slurps the sugary milk from the bowl before setting it alongside Robin’s. He licks his lips and crosses his arms in thought. Steve hadn’t considered the rather obvious conclusion that his rockstar best friend had inadvertently knocked someone up. Considering the groupies and types that flocked to Eddie, it was a long time coming.

If that’s what the case may be.

As it stands, it’s nearly two in the morning and Steve is exhausted. Thankfully, Family Video is closed for the holiday tomorrow, but he knows that in a few hours everyone is going to tramping around the house and generally being a nuisance. And he really doesn’t wanna drive clear across town to his place.

Steve pauses on the stairs, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. Robin clears the landing and calls to him from the guest room, “C’mon dingus, I haven’t got all night.”

With a shake of his head, he climbs the stairs mindful not to linger too long on the creaky boards. He settles in sharing a bed with Robin, her icicle feet darting under his calves as he fusses with the blankets. His head hits the pillow, and he’s out like a light.

All you can think as you blearily blink yourself awake, is how everything is so loud. Even when they try to be quiet, scampering across the hall past the living room where you clung to the last vestiges of sleep - it was loud. Strained whispers about breakfast and hospital visits, the opening and closing of doors, Hopper hissing at the kids to “Keep your mouths shut,” and to “Stop chasing each other across the house!”

A man, whom you can only assume is Steve, stumbles down the stairs, sweats swung low on his hips sporting a threadbare t-shirt and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You’ve never seen a human being with bedhead like that - strands sticking up every which way and the sheer volume it had, my god. Hand falling from his eye, his glasses slot back into place, a pair of simple round frames decked in silver. He stops short at the landing, one hand grasping the wood of the bannister, watching as you set the phone back in its cradle.

“Leaving so soon?”

And that voice - all husky and low from sleep, with a slight rasp to it. It’s amazing you’re not reduced to a puddle on the floor at this point. He stretches slowly, like an animal would, a hushed groan falling from his lips. You swallow the lump in your throat and drag your eyes from the sliver of skin exposed at his hip.

“No, just talking to Wayne.” You offer meekly, voice rusty from disuse, “He’s on his way over for an early morning hospital run.”

“Mmm,” Steve nods, “That’s not a bad idea.” He turns the corner from the stairs and stands beside you in the entryway. “I don’t think we’ve officially met,” He says, offering his hand to shake. “I’m Steve.”

“Nice to meet you.” You shake hands and introduce yourself. His hand is large and warm, the contact of your skin against his sending a shiver down your spine.

“That’s a pretty name,” He smiles at you, beginning to wake up a bit more. “So, you’re the fiancée.”

“Yup.”

“Huh.” He looks you up and down, clucks his tongue and departs, making his way toward the kitchen. 

Once there, all hell breaks loose. Joyce and Hop are manning the stove and counter, flipping pancakes and shovelling eggs onto plates and all but throwing them at the kids. Wedged into the breakfast nook are Dustin, Lucas, and Mike while El, Max, Robin, and Jonathan commandeer the table in the kitchen. 

“Mornin’ family.” Steve greets, bee-lining for the coffeemaker. Blessedly, there’s a fresh pot brewing in the percolator while he scavenges for a mug. 

Mumbled versions of “Morning Steve,” sound out from the peanut gallery between bites of food and sips of coffee or orange juice. Joyce sets a plate in front of him on the counter and ruffles his hair, “Morning kiddo.”

Hop sighs from the stove, turning the dial of the burner to ‘Off’ before intoning, “The kitchen is officially closed, you gremlins.”

Steve chuckles as he removes the coffeepot and gives a generous pour into the ‘World’s Best Dad’ mug El made many moons ago. He’s not sure of your preferred cream-to-sugar ratio, so he decides to go without and trots out of the kitchen.

He sees the front door close at the end of the hall and quickens his step not wanting to miss you. Spying a pair of slides from god knows who, he slips them on and pulls the door open. Wayne’s old pickup is idling in the driveway as you step into the cab, feet unsteady and the newly formed ice of the drive. Wayne nods to Steve in greeting as he walks toward the house, while Steve waves in return.

“Careful,” He says as a hand comes to rest at your back. 

Tossing a ‘thanks’ over your shoulder, you settle into the seat with a click of the seatbelt. “Did you need something?” You ask, breath forming puffs of vapor in the morning light.

“Well, uh,” Steve begins, ducking his head and gesturing to the mug in his hand. “The coffee’s not too great over there at the hospital.” He hands you the mug through the open door.

“Oh, thank you.”

He leans against the car, face level with yours. One fist at the roof of the cab while his opposite arm braces against the open door. A lock of hair falls into his face, and he’s so attractive that it’s stupid. “So, uh, y-you’re comin’ back, right? You’ll come back?”

You glance to him, unsure of why he’s so concerned with your whereabouts. “Yeah, we’re just checking in. We’ll be back soon.” 

Steve nods at your confirmation, pushing off of the truck to stand at his full height. His hands slide to his hips, fingers just beneath the band of the sweatpants as he slowly arches his back, hips bobbing toward you. And you don’t know whether to maintain eye contact with him or focus on the looming proximity of his crotch.

“Oh boy,” He exhales, looking off into the distance. “What a day.”

Your eyes dart away when he looks to you once more, uncomfortable under his scrutiny. “Well, thank you.” You hold the mug up and take a tentative sip, “Good goddamn,” You whisper in disbelief.

“It’s good, right?” You nod and take another sip as he smiles, “I had a dream about you last night.” He tugs at the band of his sweats while your eyes cut to his.

“What?”

“Yeah,” He leans against the truck again, face closer to yours and arms resting against the roof of the cab. “I ended up havin’ a dream about you.”

“W-what was I doing?” You stammer out, as the sound of crushed snow and ice underfoot signals Wayne’s return.

“Well–” Steve starts to say before he’s cut off by Wayne’s, “Y’ready, sweetheart?”

You nod and clear your throat uncomfortably. 

“You comin’?” Wayne asks Steve before he closes the passenger door.

“Later.” He turns to leave as Wayne settles into the driver’s seat but before you can pull out of the driveway, “Oh, y’know, you gotta make sure to bring back the mug because it’s Hop’s favorite.” 

You stare back at him blankly. 

“Or he’ll kill ya.”

“Okay,” You breathe watching as he makes his way back to the house, Adidas slides flopping through the snow.

Returning from the hospital an hour or so later, with plans to bring a few plates over for Eddie’s attending doctor and nurses, you nearly breeze past Steve sitting on the staircase with a mug of coffee and paper in hand.

“Hey,” You greet, toeing off your boots and shrugging out of your coat. “Wayne’s coming back for later, just had to grab some things from his place.”

He’s changed out of his sweats and done something to tame his hair. You can hear Joyce frantically corralling the kids in the kitchen, something about Mass and how she refuses to be late again. Steve shakes his head and drinks his coffee, ready and waiting to cart Robin, Dustin, and Max over to Our Lady of Perpetual Mercy for the Thanksgiving Mass.

But it would seem that no one warned you about Mass last night, which would explain the deer in headlights look you’re sporting now. Steve stands from his perch on the stairs, turning to yell at Robin, “Our Lady may have perpetual mercy, but I don’t and you’re really pushing it today Rob!”

When he turns back, you’re no longer in the entryway. The kitchen door swings as if someone just passed through, and he can hear your voice over the chatter from the kids. Joyce is rattling off instructions and times for food to be cooked and you’re diligently taking notes on the whiteboard attached to the fridge. Your handwriting is neat, and a bit slanted, giving it an effortless look. Capping the marker, you let it swing from the string on the fridge. 

“Think that about does it,” You assure Joyce, gesturing to the lone velcro roller in her hair. “I’ll have everything ready by the time you get back.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with?” She asks, unraveling the roller and setting it on the windowsill above the sink. “I’m sure Robin has something you could borrow.”

Steve catches your eye roll and snorts into his mug. Your eyes cut to him, silently admonishing his outburst. He shakes his head and sets the mug on the counter, seeing Hop’s mug he loaned you earlier already on the drying rack.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” You kindly brush her off, “Besides, you’ll want to get going soon and I would just hold you up.”

“And the hotel is dropping off your luggage later?”

You nod, tying on an apron and moving to wash your hands. “Yeah, I spoke with the concierge this morning.”

“I wish you’d just sleep in Jonathan’s old room,” Joyce tuts, “He can go on the couch, he’s used to it.”

“Mom, I already offered—”

You laugh and raise your hand, “It’s fine Joyce, I’m already an imposition as it is. The last thing I’d want to do is put him out.”

Steve watches as you blend in with the family, how easily you soothe Joyce and her worries, banter with the kids, and crack jokes with Hop. It’s easy to see why Eddie could fall for someone like you. He just wishes he could find someone like that— easy going and kind, someone who fits in like a missing puzzle piece.

But maybe it’s too perfect.

Now there’s some food for thought.

A loud honk from Hop’s Bronco jars him from his musings. Steve claps his hands together, rallying the troops, “Okay, who’s with me?” Dustin, Lucas, and Max jump up from the table and gather their coats, scurrying out to the beemer. Robin takes the stairs two at a time, struggling to shrug into her coat. “Look alive, sunshine!”

Goodbyes ring out as you follow them to the porch, watching as they clamber into their cars. You wave as they pull out of the drive, Joyce rolling down the window for a final reminder about the dinner rolls. With good humor, you nod and give her a thumbs up as the Bronco drives onto the street.

The church parking lot is packed by the time they arrive. Steve drops off Robin and the kids before peeling out to find a parking spot, while Hop leaves the Bronco in the drop-off lane in front. Mass has already begun when Steve enters the chapel, quickly he slips in alongside Hop and Joyce at the family pew.

“We pray that the Lord’s healing presence will be felt by those who are sick and by their families. Especially Robert Newby, Barbara Holland, and Edward Munson. We pray to the Lord,” The priest intones from the lectern.

“Lord hear our prayer.”

Steve stands in between Hopper and Robin, waiting for the priest to move it along. 

“O, God, you call us to live as one family. Save us from…”

Finally, they sit. Half-paying attention to the priest, Steve turns to Hop and asks, “So, who’s this fiancée?”

“She’s Eddie’s girl, she’s family now.”

“You’d think if Eddie were getting married, he would have announced it in the Times.”

Hop turns to him, “We read the Indianapolis Star.”

And the congregants say, “Amen.”

“If she’s family, why isn’t she at Mass with us?”

Hop snorts, “That’s rich, comin’ from you, kid.” 

“I like Mass better in Latin,” Wayne pipes up from his seat next to Joyce, “It’s nicer when you don’t know what they’re sayin’.”

“D’ya think about what I said the other night?”

“Nope.”

“Steve, come on.” Hop stands with the rest of the congregation, “You’ve got the instinct for it, and gettin’ through the Academy is a breeze.”

“I told you,” Steve says following suit, “I don’t wanna be a cop for chrissakes.”

“Stop swearing,” Joyce hisses, “We’re in Mass.”

“But there is something I’d like to talk to you about.”

“Well, you can talk about it later,” Joyce reminds them.

“Talk about it now,” Robin says leaning toward Steve conspiratorially, “He can’t kill you in church.”

“Will you please pipe down?” An exasperated parishioner asks from the pew behind them.

Hop scoffs and slowly turns around, “Hey, be nice, pal. We’re in church.”

“You’re disrupting the Mass!” He hisses back.

“Yeah? And who made you the Pope?”

“Jim!” Joyce hisses, nudging with an elbow.

“Now how did Argyle get to be a lector?” Wayne asks, “He took over Ed’s gig with Reefer Rick after he moved to LA with the band.”

Steve and Hopper snort, Robin tries and fails to repress her laughter. Down past Wayne, Dustin and Mike are a few seconds from a slap fight while Max and El whisper in between fits of giggles. Joyce sighs deeply.

And the congregation says, “Amen.”

Cooking Thanksgiving lunch goes off without a hitch. Everything was ready, as you promised, by the time they’d returned from Mass and you’d caught the tail end of Joyce’s scolding: “We will try to behave as a civilized family might—”

The kitchen door swung open to reveal Hopper and Joyce both stopping short at the sight of you washing dishes.

“H-how did you—” Joyce’s mouth opens and closes, struck dumb at the sight of gleaming dishes in the drying rack and the dishwasher already running.

“Oh, hi,” You toss over your shoulder, “The dining room table is set, I was just cleaning up in here.”

Steve and Robin file in soon after, bickering about something or other. They’re talking fast and cutting each other off, but it doesn’t deter their conversation.

“Why do you keep singling me out?” Steve balks, throwing his coat on the back of a nearby chair.

“Well, if you hadn’t been pestering Hop throughout Mass we might’ve—” 

“And I can’t even defend myself?”

“Forget it,” Hop cuts in with a warning tone, “And I know you gave her my mug, Harrington.”

“Oh, did you need it?” Your hand flies to the cabinet above the coffeemaker, a fresh pot already brewed. “It’s all washed and ready to go.”

Dustin enters shortly after, “Let’s just vote Steve off the island,” and thumps him on the chest in passing. 

“Yeah,” Hop agrees.

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Well, I’m ashamed of all of you.”

“Oh, there’s some news,” Max mutters sarcastically, leaning against the fridge.

Steve’s eyes fall to Lucas, “Even you Sinclair.”

Lucas throws up his hands in exasperation, “I didn’t even do anything!”

“Okay, enough.” Joyce says cutting through the nonsense. “It’s Thanksgiving, we’re going to eat lunch without any of this bickering. And then, with any luck, you lot will pass out watching the game and I can finally get some goddamn peace.”

Everyone has the decency to look mildly embarrassed, that is until:

“No swearing.”

Steve punches Robin in the arm, “Can it.”

The room descends into guffaws and fits of laughter shortly thereafter. Joyce eventually herds everyone into the dining room, Robin pours the drinks while Hop carves the turkey. Everyone helps themselves to the various sides— dinner rolls, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, stuffing, and roasted veggies. Wayne arrives with cornbread fresh from the oven and some vanilla ice cream to go with the pies for dessert. 

The candles are lit casting a warm glow around the room, illuminating smiling faces. And it’s nice. Nice to belong, if only temporarily, to a big family that loves hard. Growing up, it had been only you and your dad. And after his death, that left only you. You had missed it, all of it— the inside jokes, sibling taunts, half-assed scolding followed by a cheeky wink, and that effortless touch. 

It was second nature, how freely they expressed their affection for one another. Steve roping Dustin into a half-nelson for a noogie, Jonathan and Will kicking eachother under the table, El and Max communicating in half-formed sentences and wild gesticulations, Joyce, Hop, and Wayne sharing long-suffering sighs.

“Hey,” Robin says, nudging you with her elbow after refilling your wine glass. “I’m thankful for you.” Her voice is soft, like she’s sharing a secret. Cheeks tinged with a flush from the wine, she smiles at you and raises her glass. “I’d like to propose a toast,” She announced to the group, “To our newest addition and guardian angel, cheers!”

The sentiment is echoed across the table, calls of your name and ‘here, here.’ And it’s so kind that your heart could burst. You sip your wine and swallow around the lump in your throat. Going back to your meal, you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched, observed. Glancing up, you catch Steve looking at you from across the table. 

The flicker of golden light against his face does little to ease the knot in your chest. His hair is slightly disheveled, a lock falling across his face wrought loose from his fingers combing through it. His eyes appear more green than hazel in the light, studying you from behind wire frames. Your pulse kicks up under his scrutiny, and he looks at you as if you’ll unravel right then and there.

Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe it was the years of tropical vacations instead of celebrating holidays with friends and family that made you forget that, actually, families are complicated and any recollection of pleasant holiday celebrations spent with your dad were a figment of your own nostalgia-tinted imagination and the promise of skiing the next day.

For a moment, shame creeps upon you like a thief in the night. You tear yourself from Steve's gaze, not noticing the concerned furrow of his brows as you hastily stand and offer to clear some plates from the table. Sweeping out of the room and nudging the kitchen door open with your hip. He absentmindedly swirls the remaining wine in his glass and blows out a puff of air. 

Ever the detective, it takes Hopper all of two seconds to ascertain that Steve did something to hasten your departure from the table. Seeing as the punk is pointedly not looking his way, Hopper lobs a dinner role at Steve, grazing his cheek only to land on his plate sending the cutlery clattering. He jerks upright, setting the glass on the table, “What the–”

“That’s enough,” Hop warns with cool detachment and a knowing look in his eye. He nods toward the kitchen, “Now, go make nice.”

Everything is still mostly out of your control in the kitchen, precisely because you don’t know where anything should go and having a knot in your chest as hard as a rock does little to help matters. But Steve silently rescues you by beginning to unload the dishwasher and Robin starts a thirty minute tale of increasing ridiculousness and by the time the attention turns back to you, you are slightly less hysteric and better able to answer El’s kind questions.

You swallow a twist of guilt and a bigger twist of gratitude. You feel some anxiety brimming in your stomach and nod, giving El a strained smile.

Something knocks against your shoulder. The warm scent of cedar and musk invading your senses— Steve.

“Your shoulders are up near your ears,” he observes.

You sigh at that, trying to roll out the tension, but not quite managing to. Par for the course, with your indeterminate stay in Hawkins looming in the air and stretching far across the foreseeable future.

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[nburkhardt]

This is something that hasn’t left me since I read a fic from fucking glee years ago. It’s haunting me and goes away only to come back and swirl in my head so I’m just gonna write it out.

Saying this now, i remember a lot of season 4 but I’ve blocked out the Stancy parts hahaha so it’s not completely accurate to the show I don’t think. Also a quick heads up, I skip a lot of what happens in the show because it’s taking up too much brain power remembering those things lol (ps: if you see typos, no you don’t)

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“I always pictured you, just, wanted to let you know before we head straight into danger”

Something inside of her wants to break and yet all she can do is nod at him and immediately head into that danger. Not wanting to look to closely at it right now, there’s more important things going on right now.

Takes her shotgun and decides she’s ending this once and for all.

It feels like an eternity passes before she finds herself in the hospital. One second she’s ruining her eardrums using the shotgun right next to her face, the next she’s following the emt’s light.

Surprisingly all of them has made it, she doesn’t know how but they have. It’s all she knows, couldn’t hear properly and too out of it to really follow anyone anyway.

“-eler, ms? Hello, Ms. Wheeler? Can you hear me?”

Nancy blinks hard and looks around to find a nurse standing next to her, “oh, sorry. What did you say?”

The nurse smiles softly at her before shaking her head, “I was asking if you wanted to call your parents now? Our generator finally kicked in and we’ve already asked your friends”

That makes her blink again, her ears still somewhat ringing, “yeah- yeah! I’ll, um, do that”

The call with her mom she barely hears, but she knows that they’re on their way. As she hangs up the phone she looks around and doesn’t see any of her friends, it makes her nervous.

“Hey, where are my friends?” She asks the same nurse and catches her surprised look, “did- you already told me didn’t you?”

The nod is enough but the nurse still says, “Yes, two of them got admitted, the other two are in there with them. They didn’t want to be separated so they’re in room 130, just over there”

She knocks once before opening it to find what she expected, Steve in one bed with Robin clinging to him and Eddie on the other with Dustin sitting next to him.

It shouldn’t be surprising but it is.

“Nance! Heyyyyyy, welcome to the party!”

Robin snorts, “don’t mind the Dingus Duo, the doctors gave them some strong medicine for the bites”

She shakes her head, smiling just a little at them. Steve’s mumbling about Robin ruining the party, Dustin’s laughing and Eddie has his eyes closed either falling asleep or already there. She takes a seat on the extra chair, opens her mouth but lost her words. The room is filled with beeping, Steve and Robin whispering and Eddie snoring.

It’s nice, this is nice.

A pleasant change from the chaos they went through just hours ago.

Seeing Jonathan is amazing, he pulls her close and presses a kiss to her forehead. Her arms are wrapped around him and she can’t stop the tears from falling even if it’s a happy moment.

Because it is, actually seeing him in person and not just hearing his voice.

He holds her close and it feels great, it does. But there’s Steve’s words echoing in her head. It makes her hide her face in hopes to cancel them out, she’s with her boyfriend. The boy she loves with all her heart, and yet, yet she’s thinking of the one she broke at sixteen.

Those words swirl, rattle and settles in her head as she helps fix the cabin up. They burn when Jonathan jokes about Steve being in charge, she huffs a laugh but disagrees.

She sees the confusion on Jonathan’s face. That doesn’t surprise her. Instead of continuing, they’re interrupted.

Seeing Joyce and all of the Byers reunite brightens the moment of confusion, seeing Hopper is a massive shock but a welcomed one.

Fixing the cabin is a process, but with the actual adults back, they decide to stop for the day and make their way home.

She watches as Mike clings to El and Will, watches as Joyce holds Hopper’s hand in a death grips. Sees Jonathan hovering and she’s on the outside.

There’s those words making her stay on the outside.

There’s static in her ears, her vision blurry, heart beating fast and she can’t figure out what happened. How did this happen? They were fine, Jonathan promised. She promised.

“I’m really sorry, Nance. I just can’t be in a relationship anymore, I love you. I do, but my family needs me and I, I need them more. You have to understand” he’s holding her close and she can feel his tears fall onto her, “I won’t ask you to wait, you deserve someone who’ll love and focus on you.”

All she can do is nod as tears go down her face.

They share one last kiss before separating for good. He hugs her close and she squeezes her eyes shut.

It’s several hours later, having spent most of the day in a haze. She’s sitting at her desk, trying to get her focus back, when those words from months ago start to swirl back in.

“I always pictured you, just, wanted to let you know before we head straight into danger”

“-just travel across the country, with my family”and “always dreamt this” filters in with it, she doesn’t know what she’s feeling, she shouldn’t be thinking about her first boyfriend like this.

Jonathan just broke up with her, not even a full twenty four hours yet.

But the words are swirling fast and she can feel her stomach flutter suddenly remembering that feeling those emotions Steve used to give her.

It was nice, even if sometimes she had to be away from him. He did treat her like she was his world and it felt like it. Nancy goes to sleep with a plan set in mind.

Tomorrow, she’ll go to Steve’s and hope he still wants that second chance.

Dressed in her best clothes, wearing pretty make-up, she makes her way to the Harrington house.

Seeing Eddie’s van parked outside doesn’t surprise her, not really, what does make her pause is when she walks by a bike and skateboard on the porch.

Seeing that makes her doubt the timing, Eddie there is alright he shouldn’t know the history between her and Steve. She also swears she heard him talking Steve about lost loves and second chances.

The bike can only be owned by Dustin and he definitely knows the history and Max well, since Spring Break, has been particularly living with Steve at this point. Stating a number of times that Steve is her brother, she might not know the story but she’ll be questioning.

But she’s here now and Steve’s words are on fire in her head.

So, she moves ahead determined. She knocks on the door and takes a few deep breaths to get her composure.

The door opens and it’s not Steve answering, it’s Dustin and she blinks. Losing that composure she just gained, it’s quick and she’s quick to get it back with an easy smile. “Hi Dustin, can I come in?”

He’s been hanging out with Eddie too much lately, since he is loose with his posture now and opens the door with an exaggerated smile and waving his arm as he opens the door more.

“Nancy?”

She looks around, sitting on the couch is Max who’s got an eyebrow raise and frown.

“Hi Max, I wanted to speak with Steve. What’re you doing here?”

Both of them shrug and Dustin moves to sit next to Max, “We have plans with Steve and Eddie, we got tired of waiting outside”

“So we broke in”

She rolls her eyes, moves to stand closer to the stairs, “Are they awake? Where is Eddie?”

The two share a look and she can’t figure out what it means, Dustin has a mischievous smile once he’s looking back towards her, “Upstairs”

A little suspicious at the look, but the words in her head has her pushing forward despite the alarm bells ringing that something is up.

Steve’s house has changed since the last time she was here, there’s more life within it and old family portraits are gone, photos of friends in their places instead. There’s a door with a sign saying ‘Dustin’s room’ on it, and she passes an open door that was originally Steve’s. It’s cleared out except for the desk and the plaid wallpaper.

The next room is opened just a bit, she itches closer and pushes the door to see more and her whole body freezes.

There on the bed is not only Steve but Eddie too. From where she’s standing, Eddie’s pressed up against Steve’s back and has an arm around him; keeping him close.

She tears her eyes away from them and immediately regrets it.

On the floor is a mix of Steve’s clothes and Eddie’s, that’s not it though. Sitting directly next to bed is ripped condom packaging and by the trash bin is a poor attempt at throwing away a used condom.

It brings her attention back to the bed, in the short glance away, Steve has moved in his sleep. Instead of facing away; he’s now facing Eddie and nearly on top of the other. She tenses up as Eddie tightens his arms around Steve, then she pulls the door shut before moving quickly down the stairs.

Without acknowledging the two on the couch she makes it to the door, just as she pulls it open the door she’s stopped.

“They’re asleep still? We could tell Steve you stopped by” she can just hear smugness coming from Dustin and Max sniggering.

Shaking her head, she refuses to look back at them, “no, no, it’s fine. Have uh, have a good day!”

“It doesn’t make sense! I, I thought- he” Nancy mumbles to herself, trying to collect her thoughts. She didn’t even bother moving yet, still sitting inside her car mumbling and trying to figure this out.

She could’ve sworn Steve was flirting with her, she knows she was a little during the fight. It felt natural and right. Even though it was wrong, very wrong. But- it was potentially the end of the world, they could’ve died! Everyone involved would understand her lapse of judgment.

Steve had told her, admitted his dream with her in it.

Him and Eddie? Steve likes boys? Since when? Was- was it a lie then? Was she being led on? Maybe even being used?

She’s so in her head, she doesn’t notice anyone walk up and only realizes when her whole body jolts at the knocking on her window. Shaking her head and reaching for her glove box, looking over her eyes widen at Steve standing there.

He’s wearing sweatpants with only a jacket over his bare chest, he looks worried, confused and most importantly; scared.

Taking a breath, she rolls her window down before looking at him, “Steve, hi.”

“Nancy, what are you doing here?”

Frowning, she looks away from him and startles at seeing Eddie standing there by the door also looking scared. Her eyes must be wide, because Steve clears his throat and she immediately looks back at him. “I- I”

Steve sighs, dropping his arms to run a hand over his face and hair, looking away from her, “Nancy, what you saw- you can’t tell anyone. Okay? Please. I don’t understand why you’re here right now and I really don’t want to know rig-” he shakes his head, “just, please don’t tell anyone”

She opens her mouth, but the words get caught. Steve’s look is haunted, even more afraid then a few months ago. Closing her mouth, taking another look at Eddie by the door before focusing her attention back on Steve.

“I won’t. I promise, Steve. I won’t tell anyone, just- maybe we can talk sometime? All of us?”

He clearly wasn’t expecting that, she can tell by his eyes and how he glances behind him, before looking at her again. “I’ll have to talk with Eddie first, but, uh yeah sure.”

Steve gives a weak smile at her that she tries to match, despite her racing thoughts. He steps away from the car and she starts it, nodding her head before driving away. She watches in her rear view mirror as Steve walks over to Eddie and only squeezes his arm before leading him inside.

Imagines that once inside, Steve pulls Eddie close and holds him tight.

Three Days Later

It wasn’t avoiding them, she really wasn’t. She had to collect her thoughts, really figure out what she absolutely wanted in life now.

Which, she still doesn’t know, at least relationship wise.

Thinking back on the last few years and how they’re finally no longer fighting for their lives and the world, she can go for her dream of becoming a journalist. Which is exactly what she realizes, two days into her thinking, that’s what she actually wants in life. Not a relationship with Steve. Not even a relationship with Jonathan at this point, she doesn’t need that right now.

By the third day, she realizes how selfish she was acting and how much she actually scared, maybe even hurt Steve and Eddie.

That’s what brings her back to Steve’s front door with an apology and some cookies. There’s no bikes or skateboards this time around, just Eddie’s van and it’s not first thing in the morning.

Knocking on the door is quick and as she wants gets her composure and tries to relax. It’s not long before the door opens, Steve standing on the other side and her mind flashes back to the night in 83. Shaking her head to get rid of it, smiling she raises her hands up with the plate.

“I bought cookies”

Steve smiles a little and let’s her in, “you didn’t have to, Robs and I had a baking spree last night”

“Yeah and it’s all delicious!” Eddie shouts out, from somewhere.

It does some a little like a bakery in here, she notices. Placing the plate on the table before looking at Steve, “no, my mom insisted I bring them.”

Steve just nods as he closes the door, “It’s fine, we love cookies and if we don’t finish them, Eddie’s friends and Robs is coming over later anyway”

He leads her towards the kitchen and she’s not surprised to find Eddie at the table with paints and figurines, “Elder Wheeler, good afternoon on this fine day”

A laugh bubbles out of her, as she takes a seat across from him and she watches Steve take the seat right next to Eddie. Eddie looks towards him and she gets to see a silent conversation pass between the two, it’s not like the ones she’d see between Steve and Robin or even the ones she’d have with Jonathan.

It ends a second later when Steve looks towards her with a tight smile, “Nancy, I’m sor-”

“No!” She’s a little loud but it makes his mouth snap shut and Eddie to widen his eyes, “sorry, but you don’t have to apologize to me. If anyone should, it’s me. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you guys or to make you uncomfortable. I, I wasn’t thinking straight”

Eddie snorts, “couldn’t imagine how to do that”

It makes both her and Steve break into a smile, she’s quicker at sobering up though, sits straighter and clears her throat before settling her eyes on Steve, “I was being selfish, that’s why I came over the other day. Your words were in my head and I thought, maybe they were telling me that we could have a second chance. But I realized, I don’t want it anymore.”

Steve looks confused, “my words? Wha- my old dream? That thing?”

She nods, “yeah and I didn’t think things through, came here and found you both in bed and, scared you”

“You did” Eddie nods, dropping a hand to Steve’s, “When Dustin and Max mentioned you were in the house and looking for Steve, it really did scare us”

“I know, and I’m truly sorry for doing that to you both.” She looks away from them and sees how tightly Eddie has Steve’s hand in his, “You’re-”

“Relationship,” Steve interrupts her, “our relationship”

She nods, “it’s yours and I shouldn’t have even thought of you the way I was.”

They both nod and it’s quiet for a moment.

“Can, can I ask you?” She doesn’t know how to approach this, this isn’t something she does a lot. This is completely different from anything she’s done before, “You don’t have to tell me anything”

The couple share another long look before looking back at her, “I’m gay, I only like boys.”

“I like both. I especially like Eddie” Steve’s smile is bright and aimed completely at Eddie, “before you ask, we’ve been dating since we got out of the hospital.”

It surprises her, it’s been months.

“Yeah, I was surprised too. Thought Stevie boy was still high off the pain meds, turns out he was completely serious” Eddie laughs, “We haven’t told many people, gotta be careful with this”

She’s not surprised by that and nods, “I understand, I’m just a little confused- if you liked him and why give me hope? Why tell me that dream of yours”

“Nance, we were in the middle of a war,” Steve squeezes Eddie’s hand before letting go and reaching over to take her hand, “I wasn’t lying, I did dream of having a future with you. I thought we weren’t going to come out of it, didn’t think I’d have even a chance of growing up. That dream was from a little lonely boy who loved you with everything, I thought you should know that before something happened to us. But that wasn’t my only dream, and I know that’s not the kind of life you’d want, right?”

Her eyes are watering and nods, “You’re right, it was nice though”

It makes all of them laugh and Nancy feels like she knows him better, “I really am sorry, not just for scaring you. But for what I did back then”

“I’m sorry too”

There’s tears falling from both of them and she can see Eddie wiping away his own eyes.

A laugh bubbles up out of her, then Steve and lastly Eddie. It’s tears and laughter between them now.

~

Okay, look I’ll be completely serious right now. This wasn’t supposed to be this long, honestly. That’s why it ends the way it does, because it could go on even more. But I’d be repeating myself I think. Also, all of this just for the image of Nancy finding out about Steddie in like the most awkward way possible. (Without it being completely explicit 🤣)

Hope it reads okay, I had some help from the discord babes, @i-less-than-three-you & @strangersteddierthings! Love you both lovelies 💜

Information that isn’t in the fic: Robin and Wayne are the first ones to know about Steddie. Dustin, Max & the CC boys are the only other ones that know (besides Nancy) everyone else doesn’t. Also this takes place over a span of a few months. The very first part is directly after vecna (max isn’t hurt) and jumps to the “two days later” after that. But Jonathan and Nancy break up is about two months later.

TAGLIST! (If you want to be added, let me know!)

@spectrum-spectre @itsfreakingbats @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @estrellami-1 @gregre369 @zerokrox-blog @bookworm0690 @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito @navnae @grimmfitzz

#Nancy finds out about steddie #steddie #steddie fic #past stancy #Nancy Wheeler POV #nburkhardt writes #pls don’t hate me for how I wrote Nancy this was my first real attempt 🫣 #pls know I do love her #Nancy Wheeler #steve x eddie #stranger things fic

[m3talmunson]

WORD COUNT: 2,296 (just warning u <3 enjoy loves)

Steve didn't expect anyone to remember. It's not like his parents ever remembered to leave a message. It's not like Nancy remembered (although, a couple months later she called him bullshit, and well, that takes the cake). He never bothered to tell the kids, and he didn't blame Robin for not remembering when the day they told eachother they were still coming off of those Russian drugs. He remembered hers though. He remembered that her birthday was March 10th. He threw her a surprise party, invited her band nerds, invited Eddie, fresh out of the hospital, invited Dustin and Erica, their whole trauma bonded troop.

And somehow in the mix, a month later when it was his turn, nobody remembered his.

That was, at least, what he believed. But one person remembered.

A week prior, Dustin had got his grubby little hands on the information of Steve's birthday. He needed to know and wasn't willing to ask Steve, not willing to expose that he didn't know the older man's birthday. So he asked around.

After going down the list, through most of the other kids, through Robin, and even Eddie, he ended up slinked over at the Byers-Hopper residence, quizzing El on how far her powers go, if she could maybe find a way to figure out his birthday. El explained that she probably can't do that, but she was willing to try for Dustin's sake. She rushed into the living room, Dustin in tow, finding the nearest radio and trying to rush out with it before getting stopped by Hopper and Joyce, who were on the couch watching the TV, which those two gremlins so unceremoniously cut in front of it twice already.

"Woah woah woah! Slow down there, what's going on?" Hop asked. He knows when El frantically needs access to a radio, that something's going on.

"It's Steve." She says, not offering any context. That immediately gets Joyce into defensive mode. Nobody messes with her boys. Or any of her kids, for that matter.

"What's wrong with Steve?" She asks, jolting up out of her comfortable position.

"Woah hold on, he's ok!" Dustin explains. At that, Joyce let's out a relieved sigh and lays back into Hoppers arm that was just wrapped around her.

"Yes! He is ok, we just need to see him." El finally explained.

"Yeah! About early June a year ago I said something about his age and I was wrong, which means his birthday is some time soon and I don't know it! And El said she might know a way to find out!"

"Oh you don't need to go through all that! Steve's birthday is next Thursday. I was gonna make him a cake and bring it to his house, like I did last year! Why didn't you just ask around?"

All three of the others in the room were confused by her response, even Hop, who had never even thought of the idea of doing something for the Harrington boy's birthday, even though he's the closest thing to a father figure the boy has got.

"Next week??" Hopper asked, suddenly feeling bad for not knowing that about the boy, or that Joyce has been the only one caring for him the year prior on his birthday.

"No I did ask around! You just happen to be the only person in Hawkins to know it!" Dustin said, cutting off any answer that might have come to Hopper's question.

"Not even Nancy or Robin or Eddie?"

"Nope. You're the only one." El said. El didn't really have a birthday, so they threw her a 'Found You!' party every year. It gave Will something better to focus on that day every year, so it made everyone pretty happy. She knew how much birthdays meant now.

"Well that just can't be. We'll have to throw him a party. Everyone needs a good send off into year 20." Hopper said, standing up and getting Joyce and El and Dustin to the dining room table, pulling Will away from his painting too, to plan how they were doing this.

One game plan, a thoroughly scribbled-on napkin, and a couple of phone calls later, Robin and Eddie were in on it, finding a way to get Steve from work to the Byers-Hopper house on a random Thursday. Robin wouldn't be working that day, so Steve wouldn't need to drive her to work. Eddie was fresh out of high school, (it really was his year!) so he did actually have a job, but he was pretty used to spending his lunches at Family Video.

They decided that Eddie would offer to hang out after work, shoot the shit or whatever, and pick Steve up from his house after work, bringing him to the house where the kids and everyone would be waiting.

This year, Steve was going to feel valued, no matter what.

~~~~~

Steve woke up, dreaded his shift ahead, and got ready as per usual that day. It didn't really matter that it was his birthday, there was no red dot on the receiver saying anyone else knew it was his birthday and might have called, so he pretended it was just a normal day, exactly like the rest of the world was doing.

The real crime is that his birthday fell on a Thursday. Thursdays, even over summer, are the slowest days for Family Video, so they don't even bother scheduling two people for the day. So he couldn't even hope Robin had maybe remembered his birthday, because he wouldn't see her all day. He would at least see Eddie, who he thought didn't know his birthday, so he couldn't feel bad for not telling Eddie, and Eddie couldn't feel bad for forgetting.

He had grown to love Eddie's lunch visits, sitting behind the counter talking to someone who understood him, who he could lower his mask around. Not all the way though. There are some parts of Steve that are for Robin's eyes only. Like the fact that he has feelings for Eddie. Feelings that he intended to keep hidden away. Where they were safe. Where he was safe.

Nonetheless, he lit up when that bell above the door chimed at 12:35, accommodating the quick ride from the record store Eddie worked at.

And, so what if Eddie didn't know it was his birthday, Eddie still asked to hang out after work, said "I found a spot you'll want to see," in that voice of his that eludes mischief, and Steve was in. He was going to go home, put on a nicer shirt and the watch he forgot on the bathroom counter that morning, and he was going to hang out with Eddie for his birthday.

He kept that dinky little smirk on his face for the rest of the day, and clocked out the moment Keith walked into those doors to pick up the closing shift, not sticking around for chit chat. He had 20 minutes till Eddie was off of work, which meant he had 30 minutes to get home, change shirts, spray on fresh cologne, and then pretend he wasn't waiting by the door to hear Eddie knock.

When he did though, Steve was not prepared to see a Eddie's bandana wave at him.

"You're gonna want full shock value for this one, big boy." Eddie said, whilst Steve hoped Eddie didn't see the blood rise to his cheeks at the nickname.

"Can I at least put it on in the van?"

"I'll settle for that if you don't gripe about the music!" Eddie joked. He had actually gotten a tape from Jonathan of Tears for Fears, so he knew Steve wouldn't.

"How am I supposed to do that when you blare it loud enough for Indianapolis to hear?"

"I think you'll like it today Stevie." Eddie said, opening the car door for Steve and giving a little bow, then watching Steve tie the bandana around his eyes as he walked around to the driver's side.

"Feel like I'm getting the full El treatment." Steve chuckled, as he heard the car door open.

"Hardy har, just make sure you can't see. I mean the shock value thing." He said, turning the key in the ignition. As the music started, Steve let out a little gasp, and reached blindly for Eddie's arm beside him.

"Is this?? Tears for Fears?? Aw, Eds, you don't hate all of my music after all, how sweet." Steve joked.

Eddie was thankful that Steve was blindfolded, so he couldn't see the pink tinge to his face.

"Just for you Stevie."

Steve relished in the quiet music, the bumps in the road, and the comfortable silence between him and Eddie with a smile on his face. It was a miracle, to Steve, that someone cares for him on his birthday, even unknowingly, because it hadn't happened in so long. Steve was even contemplating telling Eddie it was his birthday, thanking Eddie for the best birthday he had in a long time, when the van stopped, and the music right after.

"We're here!" Eddie told Steve. "Ah ah ah, don't take the blindfold off, I'll help you where we're going. Full. Shock. Value."

"I'm beginning to think it's a special occasion or something." Steve said, like it wasn't one. That hurt Eddie's heart a little, but it's ok, he thought. Steve will know how loved he is soon.

"C'mon, I'll help you up the steps." Eddie offered, grabbing Steve's hand for completely platonic reasons.

"Steps? Eddie where are we?" Steve asked.

"Full shock value, remember?" He said, opening the door for Steve and guiding by the shoulders into the Byers-Hopper living room, where the party, Jonathan, Nancy, Robin, Joyce, and Hopper were waiting behind a cake that Hopper haphazardly stuck 20 blue and green candles on. Lucas even dragged Erica along, when she pretended she didn't want to go wish Steve happy birthday.

"Blindfold off Stevie." Eddie said.

Steve didn't expect anyone to remember. Didn't expect to peek from behind the blindfold with one eye and be serenaded with a chorus of "SURPRISE!!!"

He stepped back into Eddie at the loud noise, Eddie grabbing back on to Steve's shoulders.

Steve didn't expect Joyce to be holding up a cake with 20 lit candles, didn't expect Dustin to rush to his side, didn't expect Hopper to clap him on the back after he stepped forward.

"Happy birthday kiddo." Hop said.

"How did you- when did- guys!!" He said, looking down at the cake.

"Red velvet and chocolate icing, with blue and green candles, your favorite." Joyce told him.

"Just like last year-" He was cut off by Joyce putting down the cake on the coffee table and wrapping Steve up in a hug. Which caused the rest of the group, even Mike, to wrap Steve in a huge group hug. When they all pulled away, Lucas held up the cake.

"Make a wish, man." He said.

"Guys- I don't deserve all this, how can I-"

"Oh cut the shit Steve, we love you. Now, you heard him, make a wish."

And so, Steve closed his eyes, thought for a second, and blew out the candles. And then, just like that, the big old sheet cake was getting sliced into enough squares for all of them.

As the party went on, and they all laughed, and drank an obscene amount of soda, Steve slipped into the silent outdoors offered by the Byers-Hopper back porch swing. He stared off into the treeline, hoping nobody would notice his absence. He would be back inside in a minute or two, he just needed to catch his breath after it all. Then he heard the squeak of the screen door, and saw Eddie's leather jacket sleeve before looking back into the tree line.

Eddie took a seat to Steve's right, and placed a little wrapped package on Steve's lap.

"Oh Eddie, you didn't have to-"

"Open it." Eddie cut him off.

Steve carefully tore the (oddly enough, very neatly done) wrapping paper away, revealing a hellfire shirt.

"You? You got me a hellfire shirt? But I'm not a part of the party?" Steve failed to stop the smile from leaking into his face.

"Of course you are? Considering how since school got out you've let us use your house, you drive the goblins around, and you've been doing it for years! It's about time you have one." Eddie explained.

Now, Steve couldn't stop the tears from gathering in his eyes.

"Yeah but, I don't deserve any of this. Anyone can drive those kids around, anyone can lend you a space, it's the least I could do. Hell, I'm not even going to college, I'm just another a high school has-been asshole working at a barely above minimum-wage job. There's so many better people you guys could have chosen to care about." Steve settled his eyes back on the treeline, trying his best to hide the tears that his voice revealed, that were now slowly streaming down his face.

"Steve no. Absolutely not. You're so much more than that to all of us. To me." That got Steve to look back at Eddie. Eddie held Steve's face in his hands, let the tears run down his arms."You're our warrior, you keep those little misfits safe, you saved my life. And we all know you would take bullets for those dorks. You heard Little Red. We love you, Steve..." Eddie hesitated, looking away for a moment. "I love you, Steve. Even if none of the other assholes in this world will, I do."

Steve couldn't let Eddie go on any longer. Not when he was saying stuff like that. So he closed the distance. And when Eddie kissed back, he knew everything would be alright.

He didn't expect people to remember. He didn't expect people to care about him. But now he finally understood, the unequivocally did.

#for plot purposes imagine S4 took place early february #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve stranger things #dustin henderson #eddie stranger things #steddie blurb #steddie drabble #steddie fanfic #oneshot #joyce byers #jim hopper #jopper

[steviesbicrisis]

Stranger Things S2 rewatch thoughts

I finally finished rewatching S2 and this is everything I've written down as I was watching lmao

KEITH USED TO WORK AT THE ARCADE?? Also the arcade is right next to family video so Keith just moved next door in season 3 lmao

Steve omg you’re so cute stop

FINALLY MAX IS HERE

Okay Billie is bad, yes? We all agree Billie is bad, right? But Dacre IS SO HOT I CANNOT HE TOOK A “PORCA TROIA” OUT OF ME LIKE IT WAS NOTHING

Honestly they’re so dope for dressing up as ghostbusters and going to school with matching outfits

Ugh Nancy and Steve are so terrible for each other

Steve’s face during the bullshit scene really broke my heart 🥺

People being annoyed at Joyce for being super protective of Will like what?? That boy was proclaimed dead, they had a funeral and he turned out to be in another dimension??? I dare you to not be at least a little paranoid

I’m getting the gayest vibes ever from this basketball + shower scene I’m not even joking, Harrington 100% felt what it is like to be a girl objectified in a nightclub

Billy calling Steve pretty boy is so fucked up like are you Eddie Munson? No so imma need you to back off ✋

Jfc no wonder Vecna chose max she’s a walking gold mine for therapists

One drive with Billy would be enough for me to become a target for Vecna I swear

A part of me will always blame Dustin for the cat’s death 🥲

Stranger things is so good I cannot fucking believe my eyes sometimes

First Nancy, now Hopper… can they like, stop going inside creepy ass portals all by themselves? FFS

OH MY GOD ERICA WAS SO SMALL HOW CUTE SINDFKJDF

Lucas telling Max “if I tell you the truth, you could be arrested or killed. Do you accept the risk?” Hits different now

FINALLY THE DUSTIN/STEVE DUO IS BORN

I was today years old when I realized Nancy broke up with Steve in S1 for a month but then she got back with him because she got tired of waiting for Jonathan

Dustin’s proud smile when Steve told him “good call dude” I CANT IM WEEK IM CRYING ON THE FLOOR

I will never get over Dustin’s pure adoration for Steve in this season

JUSTICE FOR BOB

BOB NEWBY THE SUPERHERO 😭😭😭

Everyone: it’s like the mind flyer! Steve&Max: don’t speak nerd in my presence pls

I’m sorry but Mike holding that small trophy as a weapon LOL

I CANNOT BELIEVE THE KIDS WERE AT THE WINDOW WHEN BILLY CAME ARE STUPID

I cannot believe they wanted to leave a beaten-up and concussed Steve behind, are you crazy???

I totally forgot that Steve, in a span of a couple of hours, pushed his girlfriend to be with another guy, got beaten up defending kids he barely knows and then went down - all beaten up and concussed - the upside down tunnels just for said kids?? ARE U EVEN REAL MAN?

Will turning to Mike when that girl asked him to dance 🥺

Nancy is so fucking right, those girls are so stupid turning Dustin down like fuck you who do you think you are????

Jopper at the end, I love my parents so much

Here my thoughts on S1!

#I know I took a long time #I wanted to savor it okay?? #Steve season 2 is premium quality #I know I mostly talk about steve but like #have you seen my blog??? #you should be surprised when I DONT talk about him #stranger things #stranger things rewatch #random st thoughts #season 2 rewatch #stranger things 2 rewatch

[erin-bo-berin]

I have an idea: Steve and the Reader at a wedding (someone in their friend group got married) and Reader catches the bouquet while Steve catches the garter.

I’m sorry it’s taken me forever to get this one up! But I was thinking long and hard about who I wanted to get married and I hope you don’t mind, but I really wanted it to be a Jopper wedding. Like I just want them and all the party to be there and then Steve and the reader just get teased and it just be a good time 🥺

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, husband and wife.”

The entire wedding procession—guests included, hooted and hollered, cheering for the newly wed couple.

Your friends, Joyce and Hopper had finally got married.

You’d sat in your seat in the crowd, dressed in your best summer-y, flowing, sun dress, watching with a big smile on your face.

Your boyfriend, Steve, had been one of Hopper’s groomsmen and he looked stunning in his dark suit, boutonnière pinned on his lapel.

You cheered just as loud as everyone else, clapping hard. You were extremely happy for your friends, them being parental-like figures in your life. It truly was like seeing your mom and dad happy.

They walked back down the aisle and Hopper raised their joined hands, cheering with everyone else.

“Now, who’s ready to party?” he hollered.

•

The reception was held in the backyard just feet away from where the ceremony had been set up.

There was room for a dance floor, the music being provided by a boom box set on a table. There was the beautiful wedding cake and other refreshments for everyone to snack on during the reception.

“You looked very handsome,” you said, smiling up at Steve, straightening his bow tie.

“Don’t get used to seeing me like this, I don’t do it for just anyone,” he teased.

“I know,” you smiled, “But you still looked great standing up there, all proud.”

You patted his chest, leaning up to peck his lips.

“Well, I’m also lucky enough to have the prettiest date,” he smiled, wrapping an arm around you.

“Stop,” you chuckled, “But thank you.”

“Just telling the truth, baby.”

He dropped a kiss on your forehead.

“Shall we dance?” he asked, offering his hand.

“I think we shall.”

•

The cake was absolutely delicious. You might’ve gone back for seconds—or thirds. Not that the newly married couple would’ve cared.

They were lost in their own world of newly married bliss. It put a smile on your face, watching them be so incredibly happy.

When it came time for Joyce to throw her bouquet, your friends all pulled you over to join and you laughed, obliging them.

With her back turned, she gave a hard toss, throwing the bundle of flowers in the air. Somehow, you don’t know quite how, they landed in your grasp.

Your friends cheered, laughing at your shocked face.

“I’m not sure who looks more shocked, Y/N or Steve,” Max laughed.

You turned and your boyfriend was laughing, shaking his head, a huge smile on his face.

Things got even more ironic—yet humorous—when it was the men’s turn to catch the garter.

“Oh come on, do I have to?” Steve complained.

“Yes, I had to participate in the bouquet toss, so you can do this,” you chuckled, pushing him playfully towards the gathered males.

Hopper pulled the garter gently off Joyce’s leg, twirling it around a finger as he turned his back to the fellas.

“It better be anyone but you to catch it, Mike!” he hollered, sending everyone into a hearty round of laughter.

The garment went flying and whether on accident or on purpose, Steve caught it effortlessly. You buried your face in your hands, face flaming at the even wilder cheers when everyone noticed who’d caught it.

“Party next year at Steve and Y/N’s wedding!” Dustin hollered.

Steve just smirked your way and it was your turn to smile and shake your head, exasperated.

As tradition would say, it seems like the universe had picked you two to get married next.

•

“So, when’s the wedding?” Mike teased, throwing an arm around both of your shoulders, later.

“We’ll need to know well in advance, cause we better be a part of it,” Lucas said, coming up.

“I mean you’ve got enough of us for groomsmen,” Will added, joining the group.

“And bridesmaids,” Max grinned, appearing.

“We’d love to be in your wedding,” El smiled.

“See? It works out perfectly,” Dustin beamed, looking at his friends.

“Except for one thing, guys,” you chuckled, amused at their eagerness.

“We aren’t getting married,” Steve said, brow cocked in your shared amusement.

“Not yet, you aren’t,” El laughed, the others agreeing.

They left, their laughter and voices fading.

“Hopefully soon though!” Mike called.

It was only later when you had a moment to yourselves during the rare slow song that had came on, that you had a chance to tease him.

Your arms were loose around his neck, his around your waist as you swayed gently to the song.

“So apparently we’re getting married now, huh?”

The teasing smirk on your lips made him chuckle.

“We still got plenty of time for that, honey.”

“True. But maybe one day,” you smiled wistfully.

“I’d love nothing more than to marry you one day, that I know for sure,” Steve smiled gently down at you.

“Why, Steve Harrington, are you proposing to me?” your teasing tone, made his grin widen once again.

“Oh, believe me, Y/N. You’ll know when I propose to you.”

Your smile was bright as you brought your lips to his, kissing him gently.

“Just so we’re clear,” you whispered, head laying against his chest as you continued to move gently to the soft music playing, “I’d love to marry you one day, too.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #stranger things blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff

[adankrivervalleynearyou]

i have not a clue what this is but I found it in my notesapp so here

El turns toward Argyle and asks, "Argyle, are you gay?" She sounds the word out.

Hopper chokes on his drink.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry I just taught her what gay means and she doesn't know about-" Will clambers to apologize but Argyle speaks over him, "I don't really vibe with labels, but I guess so, little dude." He ruffles El's hair and she giggles.

Will's mouth drops open and he stares at him. Jonathan is watching the exchange with slightly raised eyebrows.

"Well," Hopper clears his throat. He doesn't follow that up with anything. He just looks a little stunned.

"You guys are cool, right?" Jonathan finally speaks up, sounding a little more nervous than Will expected.

Joyce smiles warmly at him. "Yes, of course. It was just unexpected." She chuckles.

Jonathan looks relieved. "In that case," he shrugs, "I'm gay too. Full gay."

Will drops his fork. Jonathan looks at him and grins. "Me too." Will blurts in a moment of impulse. No one looks all that surprised. Rude.

"Me three." El adds, eyes bright.

"Me four!" Mike says from under the table where he was catching scraps in his mouth like a dog.

"What the fuck?"

#byers family #byers brothers #wonder twins #my beloved #will byers #el hopper #el hopper byers #argyle no last name #jonathan byers #joyce byers #jim hopper #mike wheeler #byler #jargyle #I don't care that there's technically no Jargyle I'm still tagging it #gay mike wheeler #lesbian el hopper #bisexual el hopper #pansexual el hopper #idk what she is but she likes women #gay jonathan byers #or bi #once again idk #he's queer #unlabeled argyle #queer argyle #joyce and hop are allies #okay I'm done this took way too long

[ihni]

Things I love to read in Billy and/or Harringrove fanfiction:

(Inspired by @grey-sides and in the hopes of spreading some love)

Billy and Max overcoming their problems to form a united front and start working together, and become better siblings to each other.

Realizations. The "oh" moments. The "oh shit" moments, the "oh fuck" moments, the "oh no no no..." moments. ALL the realizations! (So, like ... the boys finding out they're into each other, anyone finding out about Billy's home life, Billy finding out about monsters, both of them finally seeing another - more vulnerable - side of each other, etc etc etc)

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Billy getting to fight monsters too, especially if he can use it as an outlet for all that aggression and be badass and save people's asses and then be all blasé about it like "what? it's not like it's hard" *hair flip* (also Billy and an axe will NEVER be over-played!)

Physical whump (bruises, blood, hiding injuries, fighting, being pushed up against surfaces, threats, hands grabbing faces and throats and hair, being made to kneel, incapacitation, fighting through exhaustion/illness, manhandling, etc etc. I'm a whumper at heart, I want to inject all these things into my veins).

Emotional whump (being left out of things/ostracization, feeling lonely, overhearing something hurtful, keeping a straight face even though you're hurting inside, not expecting someone to come and save you when you're hurt/captive etc etc - ie my bread and butter).

Billy patching himself up (BOTH phisical and emotional whump, so, like a double-whammy!)

Billy in the upside down, as a very capable survivor. Give me Cast Away, only with Billy, and the Upside Down instead of an island ... ALL THE VERSIONS of that. I like my boy capable, and fighting for survival (I'm normal, I swear)

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Billy being touch-starved. I eat that up with a SPOON, all versions of it but especially the ones where he gets touch (angsty version; it's not a good kind of touch but he seeks it out anyway, fluffy version; he gets all the pets and hugs!)

The boys coming back from the upside down and having gotten used to being close, so they get anxious when they don't have eyes on each other (yes I've written it. yes I've read it. yes I love it)

Having to share a room/doing a project togehter because their last names both start with H. Like forced proximity, school version. Mmmm, delicious.

When Billy is ridiculously weak for Steve and would do anything for him (especially if Steve has no idea about he power he wields). Basically Steve as the Billy-whisperer.

Billy getting good parents. I don't even care who at this point, I'll read all of them: Joyce, Hopper, Claudia, Mr Clarke (Mr CLARKE <3), Bob, Flo, that grumpy librarian ... Just give him good parental figures (and let him STRUGGLE with accepting that he's finally safe!)

Scars. All the fics about scars. Angsty scars, proud scars, mental scars, scars on the skin, first time someone is allowed to touch someone else's scars. Just, <3

Badass, BADASS moments, by both Billy and Steve. Smashing demodogs to pieces, rescuing themSELVES from bad situations, etc.

Guilt. <3 That usually comes after the realization moments, but mmmmm, a side of guilt to that? Fucking delicious, I will live off that for weeks. Like, having someone realize what Neil is doing and then feeling GUILTY about it (maybe they caused Billy to be hurt, or maybe they made it worse, or maybe a beating could have been avoided if they'd acted differently), that's my JAM.

That moment when Billy/Steve start calling the other by their first name instead of their last name ...

Self-sacrifice (filed under whump, but can be both physical, mental or simply implied). There doesn't even have to be a real threat of getting hurt, the self-sacrificing idiot (I prefer Billy) just have to THINK there is.

Basic needs not being met ... until they are. (So, say ... Billy being hungry, thirsty, tired, thrown out of the house ... and then finally getting to eat, drink, sleep, get inside)

#tropes #harringrove #billy hargrove #fanfiction #things I love in fanfics #ihni loves #this is just a selection btw #I don't have time to add more to it but this is a TINY part of what i love to read

[teambyler]

"Byler Endgame, One Episode at a Time" - s5e6

Plot beats and scenes leading to a Byler endgame, one episode at a time, for Season 5 of Stranger Things. (This is just for fun! I have no insider knowledge!)

Also see Part 0, where I explain what I think a Byler Endgame has to address. Link to the previous episode.

s5e6

Some time after Mike and Will realize their feelings for each other, the other members of the party arrive at Hopper’s cabin. El is out front and shushes them with a finger to her lips. She quietly opens the door and everyone sees Mike and Will embracing, asleep, tears clearing tracks through the grime on their faces. Everyone is pleasantly surprised. Joyce thinks they're so adorable and immediately wants to walk in, but El stops her. They all wait outside. El gently wakes the two of them and everyone openly arrives a few minutes later. They take Will to the hospital for his arm.

The next night, back at the Wheeler house, Mike and Will are hanging out. Will can’t play Nintendo with his bad arm, but Will is telling what to do as he plays Final Fantasy. They name their party after the four original members of their group. Mike: “I like this.” “Like what?” “Just hanging out…” “Well we’ve always hung out.” “That’s the thing. We never... I never told how you feel.” He talks about how wrapped up in El he was, so he could hide from his own feelings. The year Will was away, he tried to call more but the phone was always busy. He thought Will had moved on, had made a painting for a girl. Will: "Well, I could have reached out more too." A pause. Will: “It’s sad that we lost so much time…” They linger a while on this thought. Mike turns to Will with determination. “I’ll make it up to you Will. Or I’ll try.” They should do something together tomorrow night. Will smiles: “Are you asking me out on a date?” Mike stands up and extends out his hand in a medieval bow: “May I?” Will stands: “Oh yes, my paladin.” and kisses Mike on the cheek. Mike playfully touches the spot Will kissed like he's just been kissed by a rock star.

Afterward, Mike goes to his room and digs out some old things. We see some of the toys he decided not to throw away in s2. He looks at one of them in particularly fondly, and sets it aside.

The next morning, Ted is already gone. Karen has made pancakes and eggs, and she is on the phone talking with Joyce. Mike and Will reach for the syrup at the same time and touch hands, and they both look at each other slowly let go. Mike: “You can’t open it anyway.” Will laughs: “That’s for sure.” Mike opens the bottle and pours syrup on Will’s eggs. Will is blushing and smiling. We zoom in on Karen who sees this all take place…

At school the next day, Dustin and Lucas tell them they need to have an "emergency party meeting.” In private, they tell them “We know” and before Mike and Will can protest they say it’s totally cool and it’s a beautiful thing. In their party they stand up for each other, full stop. They always have, and always will. Will: "I wasn't sure..." Dustin: "We've gone through hell together, saved each other's lives. Are you kidding?" Lucas holds out his hand for a handshake. Will skips that and just hugs Lucas. The others join in, and the four of them share a long group embrace.

After school, Mike asks his mom if she has a good box for giving a gift, about “yay tall” (demonstrates with his hands). She says sure: “Who is it for?” Mike hesitates... Karen: “Is it for Will?” There’s a look of fear in his eyes. She sees his reaction and doesn’t push it. She finds an old gift box she had saved. While she is looking, she has a tender look on her face. She finds a good box and hands it to him. She puts her hands on his shoulders and looks him in the eyes. “I think Will is a very nice boy.” Mike looks shocked, then relieved. He starts to cry. She hugs him: “I told you, you never have to hide anything from me. I'm your mom, MIke! I love you.” Mike nods through tears. “Does dad know?” “No…” They hold each other. She gives him an encouraging nod, and he takes the box.

Mike presents the gift box to Will, and he expectantly watches him take off the lid. Will recognizes Mike's old teddy bear. “Aww that’s so sweet.” “I know it’s kinda stupid, and I didn’t buy anything, but it seemed right.” “It’s perfect.” He hugs Mike, and they kiss. They go out on their date. They go watch a re-screening of Spaceballs and have a great time. Afterward, Mike takes them to an ice cream shop. Mike takes one of Will’s art markers and starts to draw a heart on Will’s cast. Will: “Mike!” Mike doesn’t care. They get some homophobic stares from adults. Before Mike can finish, Will hides away his arm. Mike sees this and is hurt, but understands.

The next day, Will shyly approaches Mike in the school hall. They give each other boyfriend looks. Mike says they should go out again tonight. “Two nights in a row?” “Sure! Why not?” “You know, you don’t have to take me out all the time. You can't afford it." They laugh. Will "We could just hang out and play games.” Mike wants to kiss Will on the spot. “So it’s a date?” Will giggles and looks shyly to the side: “Yes, it’s a date.” Max walks up to them and says “Hi, lovebirds!” They blush. The bell rings, they turn and head to their class.

… They pass by and notice Bully #1. He looks at them and Max stares daggers back. He immediately lowers his gaze. Will, defiantly looking straight at Bully #1, extends his hand out to Mike. Mike takes it, they look at each other. Mike gives a loving sigh and nods. Students look at them in shock as they walk down the hall in slow motion, David Bowie’s “Heroes” playing (starting here). The last line is sung as we go to credits...

I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can be Heroes, just for one day We can be us, just for one day

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That's it! I'm not planning anything more on this particular project. I have a couple ideas including Will and Mike getting caught on the Upside Down and Will using a gun lol, but I don't feel like writing it out because from here forward the A plot takes center stage and I have no idea where that will go!

Anyway, that concludes "Byler Endgame - One Episode at a Time." I hope you enjoyed it!

Part 0 (what a Byler endgame needs to address) Previous episode

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[splendidcas]

Safe House

Summary: it's been a long time since Dmitri has been with a woman. too long. (also oh noooo there's only one bed for them what ever are they going to do??)

Pairing: Dmitri (Enzo) Antonov x Afab!Reader (with nicknames "princess" and "angel")

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: smutty smut smut. reader embarrasses herself bc of course she does, oral (m and f receiving), p in v penetration, creampie, cursing, fluff

MINORS DNI

A/N: is this plot absolutely ridiculous? ...yes and what about it? also for the sake of plot Enzo's son does not exist in this fic thank u very much. russian translations at bottom of fic!

feedback gives me life!

You couldn't wait to take a shower.

After almost a full day of traveling in the snow and trying to keep warm on the way to one of Yuri's "many safe houses," you were exhausted, sore, and above all, freezing. A hot shower had been the only thing on your mind since the moment you all escaped the Russian prison.

Well, maybe not the only thing.

Okay, so you'd also been thinking about Dmitri since the second you laid eyes on him. He was unbearably good looking, kind, and he had an air of mystery about him that you just couldn't shake.

When you, Joyce and Murray finally reunited with Hopper, you'd initially been too consumed with Joyce and Hopper's tearful greeting to notice the quiet man behind Hop. But when you did notice him, his blue eyes met yours and he gave you a small smile and a nod, and your stomach fluttered. You knew then--you were screwed.

And apparently, Murray knew it too, which is why you now found yourself sharing a room and a bed with Dmitri in Yuri's safe house.

Shaking the snow off your boots as you walked into the log cabin, the first thing you noticed was the instant relief from the slight increase in temperature. The second thing you noticed was how small the cabin was for the lot of you. The kitchen and living room blended into one, and while there were three small separate bedrooms with very tiny adjoining bathrooms, there were only two beds and two small couches. And 6 of you.

"Uh, Yuri, not that I'm not grateful for a place to stay but...where are all of us going to sleep?" Joyce questioned gently as she took a look around.

Yuri laughed loudly. "Ah, you don't want to cuddle up with your fellow Americans?"

"I know I don't want to cuddle up with my 'fellow Americans'," Murray said. "I'm taking a couch."

You watched Joyce and Hopper whisper for a moment before Hop spoke up. "We'll share a bed."

"I will take the second bed, since I am such a generous host and brought all of you here. It is the least I deserve," Yuri exclaimed with a knowing grin. He loved to see how far he could push everyone's buttons.

"Yeah, uh, no," you protested. "That would leave me and Dmitri with one couch. There's no way we would both fit." Your cheeks heated up at the thought of you and your new handsome Russian friend squeezing together on one small couch.

You didn't see it, but Murray caught the blush on your cheeks. His eyes narrowed, flitting between you and Dmitri before a smirk graced his face. It was time once again for him to play matchmaker. "Then it's settled! Y/N and Enzo will share a bed. Yuri, you're on a couch."

You had opened your mouth to protest, but it was too late. Everyone retreated to their respective bedrooms, leaving you and Dmitri in a whole lot of awkward silence. Your fingers began to fidget, searching for something to say as you avoided his eyes. It's not that you didn't want to share a bed with him, oh no, it was actually the opposite. You really wanted to share a bed with him. But god, were you nervous.

Dmitri suddenly cleared his throat, getting you to look up. He looked almost...nervous? "Ah, I apologize. If you're uncomfortable sharing a bed I am more than happy to sleep on the floor. I've...gotten used to it anyways."

Your heart broke at that. You couldn't imagine the conditions he'd had to endure before your rescue mission. There's no way you'd let him sleep on the floor. "Dmitri--"

"You can call me Enzo," he interrupted quietly, giving you a small smile.

"Enzo," you repeated, returning his smile. "I'm not letting you sleep on the floor. It's really okay, I promise. I'm comfortable sharing a bed as long as you're comfortable."

The adorable little smile stayed on his face as he nodded. "I'm comfortable."

Ignoring the way your heart raced at the thought of sharing such an intimate space with him, you nodded, biting your lip. "Alright then. It's settled."

Which brought you to now. Finally, shower time. Enzo had just finished showering before you, and you inwardly shamed yourself at the disappointment you felt at not getting to see him in a towel.

Peeling your damp, frigid clothes off, you sighed in relief as the steamy, hot air from the shower hit your skin. This is what you'd been looking forward to all day. This, and getting into some comfortable pajamas afterward. You showered relatively quickly as you worried you'd run out of hot water, and you felt loads better. Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in an old, thready towel and looked for your change of clothes.

And that's when you realized--you forgot to grab your change of clothes.

"Damn it," you muttered to yourself. You had no choice; you'd have to go out in a towel in front of Enzo.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly opened the door and peeked out. "Um, Enzo?"

Enzo was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at an old book when he turned to you, and he swallowed hard at the sight of you in nothing but a thin piece of fabric. "Is everything alright?"

Feeling a bit more confident from his reaction, you took a step past the threshold of the bathroom. "I think I left--ah!" As soon as you took a step forward, a loose thread in your towel caught on the door hinge and caused you to trip...and completely lose your grip on your towel. "Shit!" Before you had time to react, your towel was on the ground and you were completely naked, still dripping wet, in front of Enzo. As soon as it hit the floor you scooped it right back up and tried to cover yourself. This is so not how you wanted tonight to go. "I am so sorry."

Your eyes were glued to the floor, too embarrassed to meet his eyes, until you heard him chuckle. "It's alright, ангел. It has been...a long time since I have seen a beautiful woman's body. I would never complain of such a thing."

You swallowed thickly at the insinuation behind his words, your heart rate increasing by the second. You bit your lip, smirking. "So, you think I'm beautiful, huh?"

Enzo's grin grew, and your stomach fluttered. "I do have eyes, no?"

You laughed, and Enzo loved the sound. The two of you remained in silence for a few moments as you stared at one another with a fire in your eyes, and this time the silence wasn't awkward. This time, the air was different, thick with tension. He rubbed his palms on his thighs, and the dark, heated look in his eyes had you feeling bolder. "So how long has it been since you've...seen a woman's body?"

Enzo stood up then, eyes trained on yours as he slowly began making his way towards you. Your stomach was somersaulting the closer he got. "Much, much too long."

He was right in front of you now, so tall, and with the tightness of his sleep shirt you could see he was all soft muscle. You craned your neck up to look at him, a low heat spreading between your legs at the look on his face. He looked...predatory.

"That--that's a shame," you said quietly, voice failing you at his closeness. "Maybe I could help you out with that."

"Yes," he mumbled, voice somehow several octaves lower than it had been mere moments ago. He lifted two fingers and ran them softly, slowly down your bare arm, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. "Yes, I think you can."

Enzo's eyes searched yours, waiting silently for your consent, and you nodded.

His large hands replaced your small ones that had been barely holding onto your towel. He let the flimsy cloth fall to the ground, and you were bare before him. "Боже мой, ты прекрасна," he mumbled, his eyes glued to your form. His hands went to your breasts first, palms squeezing as his thumbs swiped over your nipples. Your eyes fell shut at the sensation, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Truth be told it had been a long time for you, too, and you were practically vibrating with desire.

He leaned into you then, nose gently nudging yours. "Can I kiss you, ангел?"

"Please," you said, voice pleading.

His plush lips met yours instantly in a heated kiss that sent tingles all the way down to your toes. Your fingers buried themselves in his messy, damp hair as his hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you flush against him. Both of you groaned into the kiss as your bare pussy rubbed perfectly against the tent in his pants, the friction exactly what you craved. You couldn't remember the last time you felt so needy; your body was on fire from his touch, like you couldn't get enough despite the fact that you'd barely just gotten started. You wanted him in as many ways as you could have him, and from the way he was gripping you, like he was afraid that you'd disappear if he were to let go, he must have felt the same.

"I need to taste you," he mumbled against your lips. He knelt down before you then, his hands sliding down your body as he went. His knees hit the ground, and he looked like a man about to go to worship. Your chest was damn near heaving with anticipation as his mouth hovered over your now-soaked pussy, but you didn't dare move. This was a man who needed to take his time, who needed to drink you like you were his life source. You were completely, willingly at his mercy.

He leaned into you and began pressing tender kisses all along your inner thighs and right next to where you needed him most. "Beautiful," he muttered, almost to himself. And then he dove in, his hot tongue licking a long stripe through your dripping folds. Your knees almost buckled at the sensation, and he gripped your ass and shoved you even closer to him.

"Enzo," you panted, fingers gripping his hair tightly.

His tongue was relentless, licking and lapping at your pussy like a man starved. At the frenzied rate he was going it wouldn't be long before you came, and all you knew was that you didn't want him to stop. Your hips bucked forward in a desperate attempt to somehow bring him closer, and that's when he shoved his long tongue inside you, curling upward.

"God, Enzo, yeah, just like that," you praised, the coil inside your belly suddenly winding tighter and tighter.

Enzo let out a long, approving groan as you began riding his face in a desperate chase towards your high, and as soon as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard, you were brought over the edge into one of the best orgasms you'd ever had.

You chanted his name as you came down, hips quivering from your orgasm as his tongue worked you through it until you squirmed against him from oversensitivity. Your hands went to either side of his face and pulled him up to you before kissing him hard, your tongue sliding against his.

"You taste divine, ангел," he mumbled against your lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing needy kisses to every inch of his skin there. "Need you to fuck me, Enzo."

He smirked, his hands sliding down your back to squeeze your ass and pull you against his thick cock straining against his pants. "Oh? You need me to fuck you, princess?"

You moaned, burying your face in his neck. "Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

You squealed in surprise as he bent down and gripped the back of your thighs, hoisting you up into his arms. His mouth was on yours again in an instant, walking you over to the bed and gently laying you down before joining you. He undressed before you quickly, not missing the way you eyed him hungrily and pressed your thighs together at the sight. He looked like a god.

You sat up on your knees and straddled him immediately, surprising him when you gripped his throbbing cock, now heavy in your hand. He let out a choked groan, eyes shutting tight and head falling back as you began stroking him. His red tip was leaking freely now, and you couldn't resist leaning down and licking him greedily.

"блять," he groaned as he watched you suck and lick at him, his hands gently moving your hair out of your face.

You wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked hard several times before taking him all the way, his cock hitting the back of your throat. Ignoring your gag reflex you continued the motion, mouth bobbing up and down on him and reveling in the delicious sounds he was making.

"блять, ангел," he grunted, his hands cupping your cheeks to gently pull you off of him. "If you keep doing that I will finish before we've started."

You grinned wickedly, pulling him in for a kiss before hovering your hips over him, your heart beating wildly in your chest with anticipation as you lined your entrance up with his cock. He watched you in wonder, his hands sliding all over your body, desperate to touch as much of you as he could. And then you sank down onto him, both of your mouths falling open at the blissful feeling of him stretching you perfectly. You moaned loudly as he bottomed out, and his hand was quick to cover your mouth.

He quirked a brow at you. "Don't want your 'fellow Americans' to hear what we're getting up to, do we?" You shook your head, eyes wide and innocent. "Will you be able to keep quiet, ангел?" You shook your head again, and he grinned. "I will just have to make you stay quiet, then."

He moved the hand covering your mouth and instead put two fingers inside your mouth, and you groaned around them as he bucked his hips up into you, his cock hitting you deep. "That's it, ангел," he cooed, continuing to fuck up into you as you sucked on his fingers. He set up an easy rhythm and you began meeting his thrusts, driving his cock deeper and deeper into you until you thought you were going to see stars. "Look at you," he grunted as he began picking up his pace, his free hand gripping your hip tightly. "You take my cock so well. Like it was made for you."

You whined around his fingers, matching his quick and deep thrusts as the familiar heat began to build inside you once more. He bit his lip as he watched you ride him, your tits bouncing with every thrust, drool building around his fingers. Your eyes practically rolled back into your head when he started driving faster and faster into you. You couldn't keep up with his pace anymore, completely at his mercy as he fucked you with abandon.

Enzo groaned low, his hips starting to stutter as he neared his release. "You want me to come inside you, ангел? Want me to fill you up so good you feel me for days?"

You nodded desperately, tears stinging your eyes as you got closer and closer to your release. The blissed out look on his face was almost your undoing, but you held on for him.

"Come, princess, I want to feel it," he groaned, his thumb pressing into your clit.

You cried out against his fingers, the dam inside you finally breaking as you shook around him. Drool fell from your chin as tears slid down your cheeks from the intensity of it, and that was Enzo's undoing. He grunted something in Russian that you didn't understand before spilling inside you, his chest heaving.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth as you both caught your breath, and you collapsed onto his chest, his softening cock still inside you.

"You are incredible," he spoke softly, his fingers gently moving a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the action making your heart flutter.

You looked up at him and shared a sweet smile, kissing him gently. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything."

"I've wanted to do that since I first saw you."

Enzo laughed loudly, and the delightful sound had you chuckling with him. His smile, his laugh, everything about him was so wonderfully infectious. "All you had to do was ask, ангел," he teased.

You grinned, laying your head back down on his bare chest. A few moments of comfortable silence went by, and you couldn't hold back any more. You cleared your throat. "So, when we go to America...are you staying here?" Your fingers traced nonsensical patterns onto his chest as you awaited his answer, the rhythmic movements of his breathing calming you.

He sighed. "I...do not know. I believe there is nothing here for me anymore."

You looked up at him, and you saw the worry, the trauma, the sadness in his eyes. "Come with us then." He turned his head to look down at you, his eyes questioning, so you continued. "I mean...maybe there is something in America for you?" You looked hopeful, eyes pleading with him to understand what you were really saying so you didn't have to say it out loud.

His face softened, his hand cupping your cheek. His thumb rubbed against your skin affectionately.

"Yes, ангел, I think there is something in America for me."

Enzo was beginning to realize then that it didn't matter where he would go as long as you were there; you were his safe house.

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ангел - angel

Боже мой, ты прекрасна - my god, you are beautiful

блять - fuck

блять, ангел - fuck, angel

#dmitri antonov #stranger things #dmitri antonov x reader #enzo x reader #enzo antonov #enzo antonov x reader #stranger things x reader #not spn

[mothrite]

Dating Vance Hopper HCS (AU VER)

This is what it’s like dating Vance Hopper in my Ultim Hawkins AU (AKA an AU that’s just a whole bunch of AUs stuck together [plus OCs])

Warnings: None!<3

AN: Not proof read!! Was this an excuse to write about my AU? Oh yes absolutely. Will I regret it? NEVER. Don’t be afraid to send in a request! I don’t really have much to write so I can do more AU headcanons for like Robin or something

To start with, Vance has A-LOT of siblings.

Though he only grew up with his older sister and sadly had to watch as their younger sister passed, he now has two more sisters and three more brothers

If you decide to spend the day at his house expect ZERO privacy from Roxy barging in to ask for cash to Will gently knocking on the door asking to borrow some pencils for him and El

You two barely get a moment alone

I can also imagine one day Roxy invites you over for a family dinner and Vance is begging you not to go, but you go anyways cause you’re curious to see what’s it like when all his family is together

Btw his family consists of his father Jim Hopper and his step-mother Joyce Byers. His siblings are Leo, Valerie, Jonathan and Will Byers and Roxanne and Jane Hopper :) [Jane is adopted]

When you finally sit down it’s utter chaos

Will and El are gossiping about kids at their school and judging them

Roxy and Leo look like their about to get into a fist fight (Which Jim is betting 10 bucks Roxy’ll win)

And Joyce is talking to Valerie trying to figure out what Jonathan and Argyle’s relationship is

Needless to say you just end up eating and listening to the different conversations with your hand intertwined with Vance’s, hidden under the table

And if you’re lucky some other guests will be there! Like Murray and his daughter Noelle, Jonathan’s partners Argyle and Nancy, Will’s boyfriends Lucas and Mike, El’s girlfriend Max, Valerie’s friend Bonnie and Jim’s friend Dmitri

Luckily Joyce threatened to take Lonnie to court for mental and physical abuse towards the kids so she got enough cash to buy a big enough house for her seven children

I’d like to imagine that Jonathan brings you two places and will always remind Vance to stay safe and stay with you at all times due to the situation that happened when Vance was in Denver with his birth mom

Joyce is the best mom ever, she supports you two sm and absolutely adores you. Vance loves her more then his birth mother and it shows.

Roxy is also super cool and will dye your hair if you ask since she did her own

It’s 100% canon in this AU that Vance is a punk metal head. You can and will be forced to listen to that kind of music, but if he’s feeling nicer then usual then he’ll let you put on what you like.

Vance most likely struggles in some subjects so you’d offer to help him study, and when you get to his place and tell Joyce she just nods her head like “ya sure. Study.”

But she’s pleasantly surprised when she walks past Vance’s open door to see you and him sitting at his desk with you explaining different aspects that go into solving a two step equation for math

Before you and Vance started dating, Will and El would be with you in their living room watching some program and Vance leaves to go grab some drinks from the fridge when El turns to you and says

“You know Vance has been talking about you ALOT lately. I think he might like you.”

And as your face is turning red Will is interjecting “YOU MEAN THEY AREN’T DATING? Shit. I owe Max 10 bucks now.”

Once Vance gets back he’s confused as he sits down next to you who’s face us flushed scarlet and El who’s mouth is painted with a smug smile

Cat person. If you have a cat expect him to lay on your couch with the cat on his chest as he gently strokes its furr while talking to you

#don’t worry I’m still a brance truther #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #the blackphone #stranger things #jane hopper #will byers #jonathan byers #stranger things oc #the black phone oc #joyce byers #jim hopper #mothymilk ultim AU

[thetargaryenbride]

Nail To The Coffin - Chapter 4

Warnings: Drugs, curse words, a little bit of blood

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 6K

A.N: So, I wanted to focus some more on Hopper and reader’s bond and create more development for it because I really do want to touch upone them being close and getting closer so I can eventually build a proper father-daughter bond. So this chapter is going to be more Hopper x “daughter” reader centric 🤘 I hope you enjoy it and as always, feel free to correct me or give ideas on things you think can be done better. Thank you 💜

Masterlist || Chapter 3 || Chapter 5

Hopper did not know how you had found your way to the quarry. He did not know what to say to you when you had asked what was going on. He wanted to go after you the moment you had run into the forest but at the same time, he knew he had to be the one to deliver the news to Joyce and Jonathan. So, he had entrusted Phil and Calvin to look for you as he got in his car and headed for the Byers's residence with dread filling his being.

He had to watch Joyce and Jonathan break down and crumble and it had hit him too hard… and too personal. Memories he had been trying to bury had returned full force.

No parent should ever lose a child, yes.

But the world was cruel.

“Oh, God… Y/N was at the quarry. Did she see this?” asked Jonathan suddenly and Hopper nodded solemnly.

“She came out of nowhere. Saw them taking the body out of the water. She, uhm…” he hesitated for a second as he looked down at his hands fiddling with his hat before back at the two. “She ran into the forest,” he finally revealed. Joyce shut her eyes tightly as if a punch was delivered to her gut and Jonathan’s hand went to rub his face in desperation. 

“I should’ve stayed with her,” murmured the boy and Hopper shook his head.

“It’s not your fault. No one could’ve known that this would happen. I instructed a couple of my men to go look for her. She probably just wants to be alone for a while. I’m sure she’ll come home soon,” he tried to reassure them.

Moments later, he bid them goodbye, promising to meet them at the morgue in the morning before getting in his car and heading back home. 

He definitely wasn’t looking forward to the coming of the next day.  

After a short drive, he was finally back at his cabin and all he wanted was to just go to bed and forget everything for the next couple of hours.

But before he could even reach the stairs, he heard the shuffling of footsteps. He quickly drew out his gun and prepared to shoot, cautiously walking toward the source of the noise that was coming from the side of his house. He was just about to shout at the person to reveal themselves when he was greeted by a familiar silhouette, making him lower his gun.

You stumbled out of the forest, using the trees as support until there were no more trees you could hold onto, causing you to fall to the ground. The man immediately ran to your side and knelt down, turning you on your back.

“Kid…Hey, kid!” he tapped your cheeks as he tried to keep you conscious, noticing the violent twitching and shuddering of your body and your nosebleed. He cursed under his breath as he fumbled with unzipping and removing your jacket before folding it and placing it under your head as a cushion. Then he turned you on your side and anxiously waited for you to calm down and regain your breathing. After a minute or two you began stabilizing a bit but just as Hopper was about to hoist you up, your body convulsed, your hands flying to grasp at your stomach as you hurled. He gripped your shoulders and slightly lifted your upper body just in time as you threw up. You sputtered and coughed before your body finally went limp in Hopper’s arms and you let out a long exhale.   

He picked you up and rushed inside, laying you on the sofa before he went to grab his phone and dialed Joyce. She was glad to hear you weren’t lost alone in the forest anymore and insisted on coming to pick you up.

“Yeah, I found her by my house. She stumbled out of the forest… Listen, I know you want to come pick her up but she’s definitely beyond exhausted. She’s passed out on the couch. There’s no need to move her around like a sack of potatoes. Let her rest. I’ll bring her to you tomorrow morning, ok?” he offered as he smoked his cigarette and suspiciously looked at your sleeping form. “Say… has she gotten any… episodes before?” he drawled out.

“Episodes? W-what do you mean by episodes?”

“I don’t know… panic attacks maybe?”  

“No… Are you saying she got a panic attack?” asked the woman worriedly, her voice rising.

“It looked like it. She was shaking like crazy and had trouble breathing,” and threw up and said trembling looked more like a seizure than anything but he decided to omit that piece of information so as to not worry Joyce even more… for now at least. “She’s fine now.”

“I’m coming to p-pick her up!”

“Joyce, listen,” sighed the man. “She’s a wreck… and so are you. She can’t see you like this. It’s only going to throw her into another episode, ok? Make sure you rest and gather your strength so when she sees you tomorrow she doesn’t lose her shit again. She needs you to be strong. Don’t worry, I’ll look after her,” he tried to reason with her until she finally relented.

When he closed the phone he rubbed his throbbing temples before taking one last, long drag of his cigar and putting it out. He went back inside and slowly approached the chair he had thrown your jacket on. He took the piece of clothing and began searching the pockets. He let out a hum as he found them all empty.

Maybe it was just paranoia gnawing at him but he swore for a moment there he had been fully convinced that your condition was caused because you had ingested something. The trembling, the nosebleed, the vomiting, the shallow breathing were symptoms he was very familiar with. But maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe it was just his imagination. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions without actual evidence.

“Let’s see what’s going on here,” he muttered as he crouched by the couch and inspected the scratch on your cheek. It wasn’t a big one but it wasn’t a small one. It had stopped bleeding by now but if you were to scratch it, it would start bleeding again. Then his eyes were drawn to your hands, resting on top of your stomach, which held multiple red, angry scratches, some of them with dried blood around, matching the scratch on your cheek.

He sighed as he tiredly stood up and went to grab his first aid kit, rummaging through it to take out the necessary tools. He poured some saline on a cotton ball and carefully cleaned your cuts before putting band-aids over them.   

He put everything aside and made himself comfortable on the armchair. You looked at peace for now but still… he was definitely not sleeping tonight. He had to look after you because if something was to happen and he was not there to react immediately, he would never forgive himself.

….

“Seriously?” Hopper deadpanned as he entered his office, a mug of coffee in his hand, and saw you sitting on one chair while the other was occupied by a boy who looked quite beaten up and his distraught mother standing by his side. “What’s going on here?”

“This girl here beat up my son, Hopper! I request a punishment!” raised her voice the woman and the man shut his eyes as annoyance began creeping in.

“What do you want me to do exactly, Carol? Lock her up?” he asked and the woman huffed as she pointed at her son.

“She beat up my boy! She is a menace! I mean, look at his face!”

The boy glared at you and you folded your lips, trying to hide a victorious smile. Hopper noticed that and shot you a stern, humbling look. You shrank under his glare, nibbling on your lip as you gazed guiltily at the floor. You felt more guilty at the disappointment on his face than the fact that you had beaten up someone.

“She is just thirteen, ok? Kids fight. End of story,” he sighed as he moved to sit behind the desk and the woman huffed in irritation.

“Not all kids! Clearly, my son is the victim here. There’s a place for children like her.”

“You seriously want me to send a thirteen-year-old to a Juvenile Detention Center just because she punched your kid?” he looked incredulously at the woman. “She’s not a criminal.”

“Not yet!” she exclaimed in indignation before grabbing her son’s hand and making him stand up. “I’ll let her off with a warning this time but if she does something like that again, I will press charges!” she spat out as she glared at you before storming out of the room, her son sticking his tongue out at you as he was dragged away by her.

“Y/N-“ began the man after a couple of silence-filled minutes passed.

“I know,” you muttered.

“This is the third time,” he reminded you and you fiddled with your fingers, not daring to look at him.

“He started it. He and his friends began calling Jonathan all kinds of things. Then they began pushing him around and when he threatened to tell a teacher, this kid jumped him and started beating him,” you explained and Hopper drew a hand down his face in defeat.

“So you decided to add fuel to the fire and beat the shit outta him?” he inquired.

“I’m not gonna let anyone hurt my brother.”

“Yeah? And did you stop to think how your mom would feel if she finds out about all this? Or if you actually end up in a Juvie center?” he snapped and you bit your tongue.

The two of you sat in silence for a while as the chief drank his coffee and rubbed his chin deep in thought before his attention snapped back to you.

“All right, I’ve an idea,” he spoke out and you finally gathered the courage to look at him. “You wanna keep protecting your brother? Good. Do it. I’m not fond of bullies either. But if you’re gonna go against them, do it in a way that won’t leave evidence that they can use against you. Be smart about it.”

“How do I do that?” you muttered curiously and he let out a long, tired exhale.

“I’ll teach you some self-defense techniques. Ok? How to disarm your opponent, how to use their strength against them without actually turning them into a bloody pulp, that kinda stuff. I don’t know. I’m still thinking. But one thing I do know is that I don’t want to see your ass here again... Understood!?”

“Yes, sir!”

Your eyes cracked open and you immediately shut them again, the sunlight shining through the windows irritating you. If the light wasn’t enough, the sound of snoring invaded your ears.

Great. You were attacked on two fronts.

You let out a groan as you slowly sat up and noticed how the snoring came to an abrupt end.

“Kid?” came a familiar voice and you turned to look at the source.

“Hopper?” you mumbled as you saw him sprawled on an armchair not far away from you.

He rubbed his face as he tried to wake himself and you did the same. Neither of you seemed to be a morning person. He drowsily stood up and left your side for a minute before returning with a glass of water.

“Drink up,” he drawled as he passed it to you and you gladly took it, gulping the cool liquid thirstily.

“More,” you rasped out and he rolled his eyes before strolling back to the kitchen. You gulped down the other glass as if you were a plant that hasn’t been watered in days. “What happened?” you finally asked and he lifted a brow.

“I was hoping that you’d answer that question for me.”

“I just… remember running through the forest after…” you cut yourself off as memories from last night flooded your brain.

The drugs, the pain...

The body.

“I want to see my family.”

After you freshened up a bit, you and Hopper headed for the morgue. Your mother and brother were already there, anxiously waiting for you. The moment you saw them, you ran out of the car before Hopper could even park it. Your mother let out a sob as she opened her arms and you readily fell into her embrace. Jonathan hugged you both as you cried.

When you finally gathered some strength you headed inside. You did not let go of Jonathan’s hand even for a second as you spoke to a person who led you to a glassy hallway next to the room where a gurney with a sheet-covered body stood.

You knew what you would see when the doctor lifted the sheet. You thought you’d be ready but you weren’t. Your eyes twitched and watered as you bit the inside of your cheek before bolting out of the room and shutting the door with a deafening sound. You took a few shaky long breaths and wiped the tears before slowly walking over to where Hopper was sitting, sprawling down next to him.

You stayed there in silence for a couple of minutes before Jonathan joined you, just as pale as a sheet as you were. 

“How’s your mom doing?” asked Hopper and the boy shook his head.

“I don’t know…”

“How long’s this stuff been going on? With the lights and, uh… Will and the thing in the wall?”

“You know about the monster?” you whispered and Hopper looked at you questioningly.

“Monster?”

“Well, what else could it be?” you muttered as you looked at your lap, stuffing your hands in your pockets.

“You know, she’s had anxiety problems… in the past,” said Jonathan after another minute of silence. “But this… I don’t know. I’m worried it could be… Ugh, I don’t know,” he sniffed and you harshly bumped your knee against his.

“Hey!... I saw it too, remember? Mom’s not going crazy or whatever. Neither am I.”

“I’m not saying that you are crazy… It’s just,” he sighed. “I don’t know…”

“If you say ‘I don’t know’ one more time I’ll fucking hit you,” you grumbled and he looked at the floor. Now it was Hopper who harshly bumped his knee against yours and shot you a scolding look, making you face away.

“We’ll be ok… We are tough,” let out Jonathan after a while and Hopper gave him a small smile.

“You are… you are.”

“Ma’am!” a shout broke through the silence, the three of you snapping to look at the source, seeing your mother hurriedly exiting the room with a man following hot on her tail. “Ma’am, I need you to sign!”

 “I don’t- I don’t know what you think that thing is in there, but that is not my son!” she snapped as she waved her hands dismissively.

“Joyce, wait a second,” tried to intervene Hopper.

“No!” she exclaimed firmly before storming out of the building, Jonathan rushing after her.

The chief stared after them, lost, not knowing what to do, until you chuckled in disbelief.  

“You know, there’s something fishy in this whole story.”

“What do you mean?” he asked and you shook your head, eyes staring intently at the door your mom and brother had just walked out of.

“Well, first thing first, why did these people return to the quarry all of a sudden when the place was already searched for Will? Why did they send a person to go patrol there of all places and he just happened to find a floating body? C’mon now, this is either one of the biggest coincidences ever or a set-up,” you rambled with a glare before looking up to meet Hopper’s thoughtful stare.

“Something’s not adding up here.”

“Hold on, hold on, hold on! You mean to tell me that you suspect Hawkins Lab, or-or whatever department they’re working for?” you asked incredulously and Hopper nodded.

He had decided to go to the police station and meet Gary there in order to ask him a couple of questions. The man had insisted you go to your mother and brother but you were adamant about sticking with him. Something was very off and if someone could decipher the craziness behind it all, it was Hopper. So you wanted to stay by his side and help as much as you could, otherwise, you would just go nuts.

He had begrudgingly agreed for you to come and on the way to the police station, he had told you all about his suspicions, how he and Calvin had gone to the library to search for information and how he believed that Will was at the wrong place at the wrong time and the people from the lab were trying to cover it all up.

It was a wild suspicion and you needed more information and evidence to confirm it but you thought it made enough sense. And maybe the monster you had seen had something to do with the lab too.  Maybe it came from there because the lab coats fucked up and Will did happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time and they were now trying to cover up their mistakes. Your head was swirling with multiple possibilities and scenarios and before you knew it, you were at the station, listening to Hopper talk to Gary.

“So, Gary, tell me about these troopers that brought in Will.”

“It was about six of ‘em, I’d say.”

“They’re all Staties?”

“Yes, sir.”

Hopper and you shared a look. Why in the world would the State deal with such a small-town case?

“Never seen that many troopers come with a body before,” continued retelling the man.

“They told you that they were gonna take care of the autopsy, huh?”

“Yeah. Claimed jurisdiction. Kicked me out. Well, it all seemed a bit over the top to me, considering…” he ceased as he briefly looked at you and you raised an eyebrow.

“Considering what?”

“Considering that this was Will Byers and not John F. Kennedy,” sighed the man and you squinted your eyes in suspicion, the three of you falling into silence for a minute before the television drew Hopper’s attention.

“Thanks for stopping by, Gary.”

“Sure thing,” nodded the man as he stood up, preparing to leave. “My condolences, kid,” he gave you a sympathetic look and you smiled briefly in thanks.

‘…let the people know that, uh, the troopers are on duty and you should be safe because we think this is just an isolated incident.’

‘State trooper David O’Brannon, thank you so much for your help.’

“Well, these jerks are suspicious as fuck,” you finally let out.

“Language,” drawled the man and you chuckled as you stood up.

“Are you thinking of going after this guy, old man?” you asked as you scanned the man on the TV and Hopper hummed in agreement. “Well then, I’m coming with you.”

“Absolutely not,” he snapped to look at you. “You need to be with your family, not running around playing cop.”

“If anyone has a right to run around and play cop in order to find out what in the world is going on with my brother, it’s me,” you countered firmly. “Let me come. If anything, it’s going to make you look more convincing… You are going undercover, right?”

“Yeah, I can’t really approach him as a cop. He’ll get suspicious.”

“Great! I’m going to pose as your daughter and we’re gonna come up with, I don’t know, some father-daughter bonding story or something. And just so you know, even if you refuse to let me come with you, I’m just gonna go out there on my own and conduct my own research on the matters,” you offered with a shrug and gave him a smug knowing smile. It was actually the truth you were saying. You could always just go back to the kids and continue the search with them.

He stared at you for a while before letting out a long, tired sigh. You knew that sigh very well – it meant he gave up.

“Alright, let’s go.”

“Yes!”

You didn’t know how Hopper was able to locate this guy but you were glad he managed to find him as quickly as he did. Hopper had thrown on some casual clothes and you two immediately rushed to the Hideaway bar and restaurant where you found the man under suspicion sitting at the corner of the bar and drinking as he watched TV.

“What do you wanna eat, kiddo?” asked Hopper as you plopped down on a seat close to the man.

“I’m feeling like a hamburger with fries! And some cola, please!” you gave him a short smile as you took a magazine out of your bag and began flipping through it.

Hopper had taken you to your home so you could quickly change clothes and grab another bag since you had left your other one somewhere in the forest last night. You cursed at your stupidity, thinking about your sketchbook, the walkman, the drugs, and most importantly your money being lost. You had to go back and look for it. Thankfully, you hadn’t wandered too much around the forest. You had gone in somewhat of a straight line from the quarry to Hopper’s house so you at least knew where to look for it. But now you had other concerns you had to deal with. 

A plate was placed in front of you, making you snap your head up, finding Hopper nursing a glass of alcohol as he sat next to you.

“Thanks,” you smiled and put away the magazine as you grabbed the hamburger and took a bite. You had to admit that this wasn’t exactly part of your cover. You were actually starving. You focused on eating while Hopper focused on the game they were broadcasting as he drank and smoked.  

“Aw, come on!” exclaimed O’Bannon in disappointment after some time, drawing your attention. Hopper finished his drink, taking a drag of his cigarette as he looked at the man and then at the barmaid.

“Another, please,” he requested. “And another for, uh, my friend here.”

“Oh, thanks, man. I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, that’s all right. We’re celebrating. My daughter has a birthday today,” grinned Hopper as he ruffled your hair and you huffed, smiling none the least.

“That’s great. Happy birthday to you,” smiled the man and you thanked him politely. “How old are you getting?”

“Eighteen,” you popped a fry in your mouth and he gave Hopper a knowing look.

“They grow up so fast, don’t they?”

“They sure as hell do. I can’t believe she’ll be graduating this year. It feels like yesterday when I was changing her diapers and watching her crawl and babble and now she’s almost in college,” laughed the man as he took another drag and you choked on your burger before swallowing.

“Ew, dad, that’s gross! Keep that to yourself, will ya?” you cringed and the other man chuckled.

“It’s all in good nature, kid. Parents are like that,” he commented as he grabbed a bottle of beer. “Cheers to you then,” he raised the bottle and clanked it against Hopper’s glass, the two of them taking a sip.

“You know, I recognize you,” said Hopper afterward. “Are you famous or somethin’?”

“Uh, you might have seen me on TV. I, uh… I found that Byers boy,” revealed the man.

“Aw, man, I heard about that. The whole school is talking about it. They found him at the quarry, right?” you asked with well-acted pity lacing your voice and the man nodded, folding his lips.

“It was a sad case, I gotta say.”

“So, you on that case or what?” asked Hopper.   

“I just saw him on patrol, you know? Dumb luck,” commented the man offhandedly as he took another sip of his beer. He was lying. Your grip on the burger tightened as you bit down, thankful that there was something to occupy your hands otherwise you would’ve begun picking at your nails or skin by now.

“So that quarry, that’s, uh, state-run, where they found the boy, huh?”

“Yeah…”

“Yeah, well, that’s funny,” chuckled Hopper. “Cause, you know, I know for a fact that it’s run by the Sattler Company,” he raised his brows as he looked at the man who by now was beginning to get a bit uncomfortable. “Frank Sattler? Decent guy. Still got a couple of operational quarries up in Roane.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah. That’s right… So, why are you lying to me, man,” he pressed as he kept staring at the man. You had finished your burger and fries by now, sipping on your coke silently as you leaned back against the chair to watch the two go back and forth.

“What’s your problem, bud?”

“I don’t have a problem. I’m just a concerned citizen,” responded Hopper emotionlessly and you bit back a groan. He wasn’t very convincing at all. You were sure the guy already knew that something was off here. He probably even already knew that he was talking to a cop and not a citizen.

“Yeah? Well, stick your nose someplace else. The kid is dead. End of story,” he bit out as he stood up, slapping money on the counter before taking his jacket and leaving. “Thanks for ruining the game, dick.”

Hopper only shook his head as he downed the last of his drink before following the guy out, with you hot on his tail. The moment O’Bannon had set foot outside, Hopper had grabbed him by the collar, dragging him to the far side of the building and away from prying eyes. You stood by to keep watch just in case while Hopper began mauling the poor man.

“Okay, let’s try this one more time,” he grit out as he grabbed the man by his throat to keep him upright. “Who told you to be out there? What were you doing out there?!” snapped Hopper and when the guy kept silent, he lifted his hand ready to punch him again.

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” wailed the trooper. “They just told me to call it in and not let anybody get too close!”

“Get close to what!?”

“The body.”

“Who do you work for?” he asked and you were really looking forward to finding out but your attention was drawn by a black car slowly driving by and stopping.

“Hey, Hopper,” you called out softly as you squinted your eyes to get a better look at who was inside.

“The NSA? Hawkins Lab?” he kept pressing.

“Hopper!” you raised your voice, making him look at you and then at where your gaze was focused, noticing the black car as well.

“Who is that?”

“You’re gonna get us all killed,” grunted the man.

“Who is that?” he insisted before releasing the man to run towards the car, reaching to take his pistol out. “Hey! Hey!”

The driver was quick to drive away. Meanwhile, the man pushed past you as he broke into a sprint. You shouted as you began running after him but he clumsily took out his gun and shot at you, making you duck. You tripped in your hurry to dodge the bullet and tumbled on the ground, grazing your knees, forearms, and hands on the asphalt. You were quick to stand up but by then the man had gotten in his car and you could only watch helplessly as he drove away. You kicked a rock angrily, watching it fly away and roll in the distance.

“Fuck!” you went to run a hand through your hair as frustration washed over you but stopped yourself because you noticed the blood and gravel on it. Then you felt Hopper’s hand on your shoulder.

“It’s ok, kid. That’s not the end. We’ll get to the bottom of this,” he reassured you and you shook your head.

“How exactly are we gonna do that? We were thinking about one thing but now it turns out that, what? The state is involved in this? The goddamn lab coats? CIA maybe? I don’t know what the hell is going on but I do know that it’s getting progressively worse and we are nowhere near to finding where my brother is, or who took him, or if he is even still a-alive!” you cried out as your foot hit the ground again and Hopper took a hold of your flailing arms and brought you in for a hug.

“We are getting to the bottom of this,” he accentuated each word firmly. “I don’t believe that Will is dead. And we are going to find him. But I need you to keep your composure, ok?” he asked and you let out a long breath, nodding before pulling away.

“I’m sorry for losing it.”

“It’s ok.”

“What are we gonna do now? Storm the lab or something?” you asked in confusion.

“First we’ll take care of those,” he pointed at your grazes and you hissed by just imagining how much it would sting when you apply alcohol on them. “Then we’re going back to the morgue. I want to check out this body,” he admitted and you bit your lip. You weren’t sure if you wanted to see the body up close. “Look, I’m not asking you to come with me. If anything, it would probably be for the best if-“

“I’m coming.”

“Hey, Patty!” greeted Hopper as he and you strolled into the building.

“Hey, uh, need something, Chief?”

“I’m afraid Y/N’s mother forgot her purse back in there. We’re just gonna go grab it and be outta here,” he explained and the woman nodded.

“Oh, go ahead, it’s fine,” she pointed before continuing her phone conversation and you rushed through the door and into the hallway where a State trooper was sitting on a chair, reading a book. He stood up in a hurry when he saw you enter, evidently panicked at your appearance.

“Hey, you can’t be here,” he went to stand in front of the door, eyes darting nervously between you two.

“Well, seeing as how it’s my brother’s body in there, I think I have every right to be here,” you sassed at him as you sent him a tight smile. “I want to see his body. I need to… come to terms with the fact that he’s actually dead. I hope you understand,” you tilted your head as the man looked at you suspiciously.

“Well, I’m truly sorry but I don’t have the authorization to let anyone in, even relatives. The place is closed and I’m simply guarding it,” stuttered out the man and you and Hopper shared a look.

“Okay,” smiled tightly the chief before punching the trooper straight in the face, rendering him unconscious.

“Wow… badass,” you commented before Hopper bent to take the key off the man’s belt and unlocked the door, the two of you storming into the room. 

You scrunched up your face in disgust as you neared the morgue freezers and looked for the one tagged with your brother’s name. Hopper quickly opened the fridge and rolled out the gurney with the corpse, pulling the sheet down to reveal the upper part of the body. Your gut twisted painfully as you felt nausea hitting you at the sight of your little brother lying motionless. Your hand shook as it went to caress his face but the moment you touched his cheek, you froze.

The temperature was just… off. And so was the texture.

Hopper noticed your reaction and decided to press his hand against “Will’s” chest, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He let out a sigh through his nose as he took a knife from his pocket.

“Let me,” you muttered as you stared at the body and you could feel him hesitating before handing you the knife.

You took a deep breath as you pressed the knife against your stomach, heart pounding loudly against your ribcage. You steadied your shaking hand and stabbed the body, dragging the knife in a straight line from the stomach to the chest. Your face morphed in disbelief, Hopper mirroring you, when no blood came out of the incision. You shoved your hand inside and you felt soft cotton engulf it. Some pieces popped out as you withdrew your limb and looked at Hopper in utter confusion. Then a smile graced your face.

“It’s not Will… It’s not Will!” you shouted out the first two words before remembering you had to be quiet. But your excitement was over the roof.

“And that’s great but it doesn’t make things any less complicated,” reminded you the man and you sobered up.

“Well, what do we do now?”

“I’m going to the lab,” he revealed and your eyes widened.

“Are you kidding me? You know, back then when I said “storm the lab” I didn’t actually mean it!”

“I see no other possibility here, kid,” he snapped. “Do you want to find your brother or not?” he asked and you tightened your lips in irritation as you gave in. 

“Alright and if the lab does have something to do with all this what will you do if you get caught, hm?” you glared.

“That’s why I’m telling you and that’s why I want you to stay out here and not come with me. I need someone to be out here. I need someone I can trust if something happens and I disappear as well,” he explained his idea as he pocketed the knife and went to cover the body and close the freezer.

“I am… very flattered that you have such faith in me but I’m telling you, if you disappear too I wouldn’t be able to do anything to help you or Will! I’m seventeen! No one’s gonna take me seriously!” you whisper shouted and waved your hands categorically, making the man chuckle lightly.

“On the contrary, I’m sure you’ll come up with something. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have let you follow me into this mess. I would’ve locked you up in the station,” he admitted and you laughed.

“You wouldn’t have!” you exclaimed but your laughter died down when you saw him raise his eyebrows knowingly. “Ok, you totally would have,” you agreed snippily.

“I want you to go back home for now. We don’t know to what lengths these douchebags are ready to go to. Keep an eye on your mom and brother, ok?”

“Always,” you stated firmly and he ruffled your hair, giving you what seemed to be a proud smile, before the two of you stormed out of the place, each going to your respective locations.

You could only hope that nothing bad would happen to Hopper because you really had no idea how to deal with all of this on your own.   

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The Bright Side S01E01: Birthday Blues

The first installment of my Stranger Things sitcom-style fic! Enjoy!

"There he goes again", Jim said, looking at something through the blinds.

"Are you spying on the neighbors?", El asked, coming down to make herself some waffles.

"I'm observing his horrible lawn-mowing technique." Just outside the window, the teenage son of the neighbor next door struggled with a lawn mower. His lines were uneven and Jim knew he wouldn't go back and fix it.

"You could give him some landscaping tips you know."

"If I go over there and try tellin' him what to do that devil-woman will go all mama bear on me." Jim didn't move from his position all the same.

Just then, Steve sped down the stairs, hurrying to pull his jacket on and glance at the fridge. "Rob is gonna kill me! I'm late!" He grabbed and apple and was about to rush out the backdoor when El got up and took him by the elbow. She put a finger to her lips and pointed to their father.

"Are we still on for tonight?", she whispered.

"Yes. Of course. I'll have everything ready", Steve whispered back.

"You kids better not be schemin' behind my back", Jim said without turning around.

"You know El's too innocent to scheme. I'll be back at 6", Steve said before rushing out the door.

Jim mumbled something under his breath about unkempt lawns. El watched for a moment more before leaving as well. She had to finalize today's plans with her friends.

She was practically buzzing when she got to Dustin's house, elated that he already had a whole chalkboard set up in his living room. Max, Lucas, and Will were there too. And Mike. But Will was already sitting next to him so El sat next to Max.

"Alright. Operation Birthday will soon commence", Dustin said. "Everyone remember their jobs?"

"Will and I are going to get him out of the house", El said. "That way the decorations team can come in."

"Max and I are on decorations, because we're the only ones with taste", Lucas grinned.

Then Dustin pointed to himself. "Then Mike and I will procure the present. Which should be arriving from the post office any minute now."

Mike raised his hand. "Remind me again why we're throwing on a party for him?"

"Because he's my father", El glowered. Mike was cute but sometimes he could be a buttmunch. He made it so hard to crush on him some days.

"I think if we're nice to Mr. Hopper, he'll be nicer to us", Will figured. "And maybe stop bickering with my mom."

"Okay, keep these things in mind for everything to go right", Dustin began underlining things on the chalkboard. "Don't let Mr. Hopper and Ms. Byers alone together. Don't let him into the house too early. And do everything perfectly."

"Yeah, how hard can that be?", Mike rolled his eyes.

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"So we're heading to your place right after work?", Robin asked as she stacked some tapes.

"I mean yeah. It's just gonna be me, my dad, my sister, and her friends. A couple of the neighbors", Steve shrugged.

"Oh just? Steve, that's like a dozen people at least. Of course you'd think that's a small get together."

"It's just my dad's birthday. So I mean, if you wanna come...it's really just gonna be us. El and her friends will probably pick a corner and play some game. My dad's probably just gonna argue with Joyce the whole time so-"

"Sounds like you'll be defenseless without me. Or were you hoping to strike up a conversation with Jonathan Byers?"

"Would that be smart?"

"It would be wise, which is different from being smart", Robin pointed out.

"I don't think I'm either. Smart or wise." Steve took some of the tapes Robin had stacked and started carrying them to the shelves.

"You're a wiseass, close enough. Your sister is already friends with the littlest Byers. Maybe if you and Jonathan get really friendly, your parents will too."

"Imagine me, a diplomat", Steve said as he looked around. "It's kinda weird how not-busy we are on a Saturday afternoon, right?"

"Sshh! Don't jinx it! If we're lucky, we'll be out of business before lunch", Robin swiped at him.

"Excuse you, I would like it if I didn't have to go job hunting every week. Bad enough that the freezer at Scoops Ahoy exploded."

"Yeah, who would've thought an ice cream freezer would explode?"

"We promised the NDAs we would never speak of it again."

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El was pulling her father out of the house by the hand. "Come on Dad, you have to see this."

Will followed from behind, putting a finger to his lips as Max and Lucas silently snuck in through another door, box full of decorations. Once Will closed the front door, they let out a breath.

"Okay, we've got an hour to get all this stuff up", Lucas said, opening the box.

"Wait, Lucas", Max held a hand up. "We've got a whole hour."

"Yeah? I just said that."

"This is gonna take us 10 minutes tops. Which means we can do a little...", Max's eyes looked this way and that about the living room.

Lucas' chin jutted a little. "Snoop?"

"Not snooping. Just...exploring."

"I'm not looking through El's stuff. 1. she's a girl. and 2. she's a party member. That breaks two rules. And Hopper probably just has old man underwear and cologne."

Max's head cocked. "Steve's stuff?"

"Let's go!"

They bounded up the stairs without a moment's hesitation.

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Steve in the middle of trying to both sell a video and get a date when the phone at the desk rang.

"Family Video, bringing home entertainment to your whole family. This is Steve, how may I help you?"

"Steve? It's El. We have a problem."

"What is it? What's going on?"

"So we started Operation Birthday-"

"That sounds like one of Dustin's plans. I told you to stop scheming with those guys-"

"Steve, Dad's leg is broken!"

"What?", Steve breathed out. He tried gesturing for Robin to start grabbing his things from the breakroom and it took some wild movements as she first picked up a tape, then pointed to a chair, and then finally realized he wanted his keys and jacket. All through this, El was telling him how Jim slipped on a skateboard (probably Max's) and Joyce had to drive them to the hospital.

"I'm on my way." He hung up and turned to Robin.

"Go. I'll take care of things here. Save me some cake?"

"Will do. And you're the best!"

"That's why you imprinted on me!", she shouted at his back as he left the store.

Steve sped down the road and pretty much bulldozed his way into the hospital before getting to the room where they were seeing Jim. He looked up in surprise.

"Where's the fire kiddo?"

"El said you broke your leg!", Steve panted out.

"It's more of a sprain really", Joyce piped up from the chair she was sitting in. "But you wouldn't know it from how he bawled like a baby."

"Hey I think I have a right to scream and shout when my leg's outta whack."

"You got your little girl in a panic and she called your son down", Joyce waved a hand at Steve.

"Better than leaving me at the mercy of you."

"Well maybe I should've let Will drive you to the hospital, how about that?"

Jim had a comeback for that while El slid in next to Steve with a sigh. "They were like this the whole. way. here."

"Well, that's what you get for your schemes. Joyce said it's just a sprain though. He should be fine. But I'm sorry it didn't go the way you planned." Steve gave her a pat on the shoulder.

Lucas and Max came in, along with Jonathan and Will.

"Will told us everything!", Lucas exclaimed.

"So uh, did you ever find the punk the skateboard belonged to?", Max asked, eyes shifty. "Because I bet it was Todd Palmer."

"Definitely", Lucas agreed. "Definitely Todd Palmer. There's no way it could belong to any of us." Which got him a swift smack in the arm from Max.

"What's this about plans and schemes?", Jim asked, bypassing all of the rest.

El let out a sigh. "We were trying to surprise you for your birthday." She looked utterly heartbroken.

"C'mere, kiddo", Jim said from the hospital bed. He enveloped his daughter in a hug. "You know what we always say. It's the thought that counts. You know I don't need a big party or fancy gifts-"

Mike and Dustin bursted through the doors. "You guys won't believe what we had to go through to get this gift!", Dustin shouted.

"Dude! Hospital! Inside voice!", Steve also shouted though not as loudly.

"We were waiting for the mailman, right?", Mike launched, ignoring Steve. "But the truck drove right past us-"

"So we're chasin' and chasin' after this guy, shouting at him to stop the car-", Dustin continued.

"And he goes all the way back to the post office-"

"We get in, try and tell them what happened but they won't give it to us without proof of address which is totally agist-"

"So we had to sneak into the back and find the box but we got caught and they started chasing us and I'm pretty sure we just committed a felony."

"But we got the present~", Dustin sang triumphantly, holding the box over his head.

He put it at the foot of Jim's bed and everyone looked at him expectantly. Jim rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore the possible package theft that the two kids committed and grabbed the box. It did in fact have their current address on it. He opened it and took out book with the utmost reverence.

"Is that?", Steve started to ask.

"My mother's recipes", Jim confirmed. He looked to El. "How did you?"

"I have my ways", she smiled. "You told me she had a pancake recipe that would make me forget all about waffles."

Jim laughed softly. "That she did." He pulled her in for another hug and kissed the top of her head. "Thanks, kid."

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Later, Jim was released and Steve helped him into the house and onto the couch. The other kids felt bad even now and were still lingering around in the house even though they had nothing to do.

"Just relax and let cable TV soothe you", Dustin said as he turned on the television while Steve went up to his room.

"Which one of you little nerds went through my stuff?!", he shouted from upstairs.

Lucas and Max shared a look of panic before bolting from the house.

Episode 2

#stranger things #apo writes #fanfiction #jim hopper #el hopper #steve harrington

[dobuhyun]

Mike:hey officer me and your daughter are not together anymore

Hopper: *in his head* yes yes finally * outloud* what happened

Mike : oh nothing but I’m dating will now is that okay

Hopper : yeah I’m okay I support

Mike : thanks

Moments later

Hopper: (remembering that Joyce is his wife now so technically will is his son now) son of a b

#byler nation #byler is real #byler #jopper #stranger things