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apomaro-mellow · 2 months

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S1E07: Go Fish

S1E06

Jim was in the cereal aisle, pushing his cart around. He stopped in front of the chocolatey cereals and was pretending to look at them. He picked a box up and without missing a beat-

“I know when I’m being followed, Joyce. Whatever it is, just spit it out.”

She slid her cart next to his, looking a little sheepish. “I didn’t mean to stalk you in the store. I just didn’t need you turning tail when you saw me.”

“I wouldn’t ‘turn tail’. I’d walk away, like a man.”

“And this man is gearing up for a fishing trip this weekend with his son, right?”, Joyce asked.

“Yeah, me and Steve have plans for it. Why?”

“Well I was thinking… that you could bring a couple other guys. Like Will and Jonathan.”

“And just why would I do that?”

“Because they could use some male-bonding time”, Joyce said, looking very intently at the contents of her cart.

“See, the thing is, I was planning on having a little…talk, with Steve. Just me and him.”

“You can talk to my boys too.”

Jim cleared his throat. “It’s gonna be uh, well a sensitive topic.” He started pushing his cart in an attempt to leave the conversation.

Joyce kept pace with him. “I think Jonathan and Will could use that talk too.”

Jim stopped suddenly, then looked Joyce over. “I think we’re talking about different things.”

“I don’t think we are”, Joyce said.

“And why should I be the one to do it, huh?”

“You’re the one who decided they needed someone to teach them how to throw a ball or mow the lawn. So you can get this too.”

Jim hung his head. “....They bring their own poles.”

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At 4:30 in the morning, Jim was already packing the car away. Steve was yawning as he leaned against the passenger door. Jonathan was carrying Will, fully dressed but still mostly asleep. Steve opened the back door so he could be put into the backseat.

“You and Hopper fish a lot?”, Jonathan asked.

“Only when he wants to talk”, Steve said. “Last time we went fishing he told me about us moving. This time I think he’s gonna tell us he’s getting married to your mom.”

“What?”, Jonathan hissed in a whisper.

“Why else would he bring you and Will along?”, Steve shrugged.

“They’re not getting married.”

Steve grinned. “Wanna bet?”

“I thought you learned not to bet against me?”

“Saddle up, boys. We gotta get there before the fish wake up”, Hopper said as he got in behind the wheel.

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Hours later, El’s Saturday morning cartoon marathon was interrupted by the sound of knocking at the door.

“Good morning!”, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Mike greeted.

“Good morning”, El waved. “Were we supposed to meet up today?”

“Your dad and your older brother are both out of the house all day. Of course we’re hanging!”, Dustin exclaimed while letting himself in.

“We brought some movies and some games”, Lucas added.

“This is okay, right El?”, Mike asked.

“Y-yeah it’s okay. Totally.”

Max gave her a knowing look before making herself comfortable on the couch. Lucas took out a deck of Uno cards and began to shuffle.

“As the reigning champion, I’ll deal”, he said.

“Since when are you reigning champion?”, Mike questioned.

“Since I beat you back in second grade and you never recovered.”

“That’s BS you never beat me!”

“Well how’s about a friendly game to settle it?”, Lucas suggested as he dealt everyone a hand.

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The waters of the lake were calm and mostly still. In the boat, Jim and Will sat on one side, while Steve and Jonathan sat on the other.

“Look at us”, Jim said, trying to keep any nerves from his smile. “Just a bunch of men, earnin’ their meals today.”

Jonathan was the only one to respond. “Heh, yeah.”

“Your dad ever take you boys fishing?”, Jim asked.

Will shook his head as Jonathan spoke up. “He took me hunting, a couple of times. I didn’t really…enjoy it.”

“Well fishing’s different from hunting. For one thing, you can just shoot the breeze with your fellow fishermen while waiting for something to bite.”

“Does it take a long time?”, Will asked.

“Depends. We could be out here for hours and catch nothin’. You just never know.” Jim rolled his shoulders and cleared his throat. “But uh, speaking of catching, or uh”, he shifted it gaze to Steve. “Pitching? Or you know, whatever you’re about. Um-”, he cleared his throat. “I wanted to talk to you boys about something.”

“Here it comes”, Steve said.

“Are you really marrying my mom?”, Jonathan blurted out at the same time Will asked, “Are you mad about the baseball game?”

Jim looked between all three of them. “Marry-what?! The game?? And what do you mean ‘here it comes’?”

“Every time you take me fishing, you’ve got some big news, or you wanna talk about something serious”, Steve said.

“We’ve been out fishing like, twice”, Jim said.

“But it’s true, right?”, Jonathan said. “You have something important to talk about? Is it about our mom?”

“I’m not getting married to Joyce.” Then Jim put a hand on Will’s shoulder. “And I’m not upset about the game. We raised a good amount of money and you kids played your heart out.”

Steve’s eyebrow raised. “Then why are we out here at the ass crack of dawn?”

“Watch your language. And we’re here because…” Jim got fidgety as he tried to lay it down gently. “I’ve noticed-well I guess Joyce has too, I wanted to talk to just Steve but if our suspicions are correct, you two boys need this talk too.”

“Um, if this is the talk I’m thinking about, my dad already had it with me”, Jonathan said, eyes shifty.

Steve raised a hand. “Yeah, same here. It’s a little late for the two of us, but maybe Will?”

“I-I don’t need that talk!”, Will said quickly. “I heard high school has a really good health teacher so, yeah.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Not that kind of talk. This one’s a bit more…specific.”

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“This is exactly what happened last time”, Lucas beamed.

“Shut up!”, Mike shouted.

All five of them had cards in their hands. Lucas was down to two while Mike had about a dozen in his hand.

Lucas kept going. “I was about to win, while you were stuck with all these cards.”

“How’s this for ‘about to win’? Draw four!”, Mike slammed it down like the card had wronged him personally.

“....This means war Wheeler.”

“Did any of you guys see this epic game?”, El asked Max and Dustin.

“Nope”, Dustin replied, placing down a card when it was his turn. “It happened before I moved here, which means it happened before Max moved here.”

“I’m starting to think it didn’t happen or neither of them won”, Max said. She then grinned at Mike. “Draw two, you goober.”

“You’re the worst”, Mike complained.

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Silence lulled over the boat. Jonathan’s head was in his hands and Steve had his arms crossed. Will was gripping his pole like a lifeline. Jim released a breath.

“Feel free to, you know, say anything.”

Steve pinched at the bridge of his nose before leaning forward. “What are we supposed to say? Besides ‘you’re dead wrong’? Or ‘you have no idea what you’re talking about’?”

“I know a thing or two about it.”

“Then let’s focus on you being dead wrong”, Steve said. “We’re not-”, he quickly looked around the lake but there was no one else on the water but them. “We’re not queers”, he said a bit more quietly.

Jim sighed. “Steve…”

“I’m sorry, our MOM asked you to talk to us about this?”, Jonathan finally looked up from his hands.

“Joyce has noticed some things. And so have I”, Jim said.

“I don’t know what you think you’ve noticed, but you’re wrong”, Steve said.

Will was very quiet, but Jim’s eyes still went to him, trying to gauge his expression. It reminded him of a scared, cornered animal.

“Look, gay or not, we just wanted you to know…well that we know.”

“And what? You’re gonna kick me out? Or send me to boot camp?”, Steve got up suddenly and jostled the boat.

“Watch it”, Jim said in a warning tone. “No one’s doing any of that.”

“Steve”, Jonathan grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back down. “I think he’s trying to tell us that he’s okay with it.”

“It doesn’t matter if he’s ‘okay with it’ when it’s not true!”

“Even if you’re not gay, you might have a friend that is”, Jonathan said. “And if you ever bring that friend around, it’s nice to know Hopper won’t just toss ‘em out, right?”

Steve settled, and for a moment, he thought about Robin. Then he looked to Will, who still hadn’t said a word.

“Yeah…okay, fine. It’s…nice to know that, I guess. But where do you get off just assuming I’m gay? I’ve literally gone out with half the girls in this town.”

“Two words”, Jim said as his line began to go taut. “Eddie Munson.”

Steve sputtered while Jim began to reel in something. He was still trying to explain himself when Will’s line did the same and he started to reel in a fish.

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“This is inconceivable”, Mike said as he looked down at the stack of cards.

“Well, conceive it”, Max said as she placed down her last card.

“That’s two wins for me, three for El, and a whopping five wins for Max!”, Dustin announced with great exuberance.

“How is this even possible?”, Lucas lamented.

“Maybe we were just lucky”, El offered.

“Or maybe you two have never played against anyone with actual skill”, Max said just as the front door opened.

“Welcome back! Did you guys catch dinner?”, El asked.

“Fried fish is on the menu”, Jim said while patting the top of her head. He took the cooler full of fish into the kitchen.

“So how was manly-man fishing time?”, El asked Steve when he came in, carrying the poles.

“It was…enlightening.”

S1E08

#apo writes #stranger things #steve harrington #jim hopper #jonathan byers #will byers #the party

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howtobecomeadragon · 10 months

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okay okay okay so SURE mike was having little fluttery feelings in his stomach every time will brushed him or touched elbows with him or his arm gently rested on mike's wrist as he pointed at the heart on the painting. SURE. he got a little giddy, distressingly distracted, and a wee bit scared about how strongly it all felt.

BUT what about will?? will had been left in a mess of heartbreak and longing and missing mike so hard his chest hurt for five months. he missed his friend, he missed his best friend since they were five years old. they'd always walked close enough to brush shoulders and tapped each other to get the other's attention and sat next to each other and held hands when the big things in life felt too large and too frightening. things had changed since el, but the wide majority of their friendship had been composed of gentle, sweet touches and will missed it so much it hurt. he liked the little reassurances that mike brought with just a carefully placed hand: the comfort of the one he trusted more than anyone just inches away, shoulder to shoulder.

mike didn't lean in for a hug at the airport and it left will off kilter and missing it more than ever. but then mike leaned his knee on will's as they put on their skates and will felt confused. it felt like maybe mike was saying "i'm sorry, i'm still here." so will went ahead and ahead and ahead. he poked mike hard when they fought bc he was angry, angry about more than he could say, about more than mike could surely understand. they walk shoulder to shoulder after they fight, angry still, angry and hurt but mike was still there and will didn't dream of putting more distance. mike was taller now. but he was still mike.

after el is taken away mike is hurting and scared and so will sits next to him, close on the bed. mike doesn't move away. will hopes it provides just a little bit of comfort. they haven't made up yet but that's okay. they make up, and they squeeze together when guns are firing in his house, and will can barely breathe from the fear of it all, but mike keeps him safe. he holds him back from running after jonathan, he hides will's body when he can.

they run away and will finds himself grabbing his own wrist, fiddling with his watch to stop from reaching out bc mike is a mess and will doesn't know how much is too much and what would be too obvious anymore. will leans in while looking at the computer and mike leans away, so will does too.

when mike needs it, will gives him the painting and rests his arm across mike's wrist to point out the heart on mike's shield. his own heart is thudding too hard at what he's saying, weighing every word just right, changing each pronoun to fit el, always el, never him. he doesn't notice the way mike's eye snags there at their overlapping arms. he's too busy trying to keep his voice steady. the touch helps him though. it's a reminder of all their calming touches before.

at the gas station, will leans in again, and his arm brushes mike's shirt. it's not enough but el is there. will is scared and being this close is good enough. it's better than nothing. when el is in the bath, they're pressed elbow to elbow and it helps the fear coursing in his veins for his sister.

mike tells el that he loves her and will knew that he did, of course mike loves el. it still hurt to hear. his heart felt weary of all of the hurt. he puts some distance between them ans instead of squeezing into the backseat with the two of them, he sat up front. mike hugs everyone but him apparently, and el leans on mike for comfort at the hospital. will looked at mike and mike came closer though. their hands were so close that will could feel warmth of them. he didn't understand how max could be gone. right in front of them but still gone. he wanted someone to put a hand on his shoulder or pull him in closer or hold his hand. he wanted it all from mike. he wanted to be looked after and cared for. he supposed he wouldn't ever be the one to lean his head on mike. maybe they were too old now. maybe he loved too much and too obviously.

mike seemed uncertain about el's silence and so will gave again, a simple touch to nudge mike to tear his eyes from el's bedroom door. he always gave love, and he hoped he might get some back someday. mike listened to him on the couch and as he admitted what he felt as soon as they returned to hawkins. he could feel vecna, could feel him like he'd felt him before and it made him cold and like a long lost horror had secreted itself away inside his head and might not ever come out. he wanted to feel something else, anything else, and suddenly he did. mike's hand on his shoulder was warm and his grip was tight, like he was anchoring will down to stay with him there on the couch. it helped.

will takes what he can get for now. it's not a lot, but it's a reminder of the comfort from before. at least it's something. at least it's mike. maybe he'll ask for more someday. it seems unthinking to ask for more, but the want seems too big to fit in his chest sometimes. sometimes it feels like it's creeping down his arm and into his hand, and he'll reach out for mike's hand to hold before he can stop himself. maybe that would be okay. maybe mike would hold his hand.

#byler #will byers yearning hours

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starsarefire824 · 11 months

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For @wheelersboy @foodiewithdahoodie my madwheeler besties. 🖤 @perexcri tagging you too Babe cause Reasons™️.

Based off of @wheelersboy’s post from a few days ago. 😩

Kind of Best Friend

Hey Mike,

I'm not going to call you Shitface like I normally would, since, if you're reading this it probably means I'm dead or passed on or maybe just stuck in some agonizing hell with Vecna somewhere. I won't really know, will I? But the truth still is, if you're reading this, it means I'm not here anymore. And that's okay.

I mean I’m scared shitless right now, but you know it's like you said. Remember that one night at the quarry late last summer when the rest of the Party ditched us to go see Ferris Bueller for the four hundredth time? I had just broken up with Lucas and you were missing Will really badly and I was missing Billy. And we both were missing El. You had your feet hung over the edge of the quarry and I was scared I was going to fall. You threw your arm around my shoulder and chucked a rock into the pit. Then you drunkenly told me that every atom in our body was a billion years old and that if you really thought about it, it meant that we were made up of energy and that it would always be bouncing around the universe until the end of time. And you said that that really helped you when you couldn’t get Will being pulled out of the quarry out of your head.

Sometimes I think about that when Billy’s in my dreams too much.

And so yeah, if you're reading this maybe my brain isn't here and I can't fight you on any of your stupid ass plans anymore. And we can't sneak out of the lunch room to the alley between the art and science wing and eat lunch by ourselves when Eddie is being too insane. But maybe I'm still here somehow. Like the swirl of cream in your coffee in the morning or the wind kissing your hand. Like when you hung it out your dad's car window that one night when he picked the four of us up from the mall, and we were all too high to risk talking out loud. I watched your fingers glide through the air from the backseat and wished I thought anything else was as pretty as when the sky was periwinkle purple and the lightning bugs rushed by.

We never talked that night, after we had that awkward conversation in the parking lot while Dustin and Lucas were in the video store. We just sat in silence and watched two stupid comedies until one in the morning because you knew I didn’t want to go home. It was the nicest thing you ever did for me. I get that you like the quiet sometimes. I'm not Will. I know that. But I want you to know that you've weirdly become one of the best friends I've ever had. And I guess we can thank Mrs. Kelly for sitting us next to each other in 10th grade math for that. Who knew that getting high off sharpie markers and planning various murder plots to off Troy could be something to bond over.

I mean, you're still a total idiot, and you've been way too moody and a complete asshole to pretty much everyone since El and Will left. And you really do need to clean up your fucking armpit of a basement. Seriously Mike...if Hawkins isn't totally destroyed and you and Lucas and Dustin and the rest of them somehow make it out of this. Please, for the love of god, can you clean your basement. And afterwards, get everyone together, eat too much pepperoni pizza, and play a campaign for me. I'm sure Eddie can help you with that. And tell Dustin I’m sorry for making fun of him when he asked to sit in for Lucas. The truth is I wanted to play—but you know. I just couldn’t.

And speaking of the truth. Please! Do not waste any more of your or my time not being honest with yourself. I am El's best friend. I would kill you for her in a split second. You are aware of this right? But I know you Mike. I know the real reason why you've been so sad since the Byers moved to California. And now that I'm dead I can say this. It doesn't matter what it means. You need to be honest with yourself and be honest with Will and El.

You need to be brave Mike. It's fucking important. It really sucks, but it’s true that you never know when you might find out your life is over.

Don't do what you think is right. Do what your heart really wants. El will understand. El doesn't need you.

But Will does. So fucking fix it.

And also...just….thanks. For sitting with me when no one else would.

Your kind of best friend,

Mad Max

PS. My mom was wasted one time and told me you were her favorite friend of mine. And also, I am sorry for that one time when you slept over my house after we drank at the quarry. I was lonely and sad and way too drunk. But yeah, El and Will are lucky to have someone as nice as you…. with noodle arms that turns out are great for hugs.

When you're not being a whiny bitch anyway.

Also if you ever tell anyone about that night. Or for that matter, any of the nice things I just said about you in this letter... I WILL KILL YOU. I DON'T CARE IF I’M DEAD.

Mike chuckles a broken sob and sweeps a tear from the lined notebook page that Max has splattered with her bubbly handwriting in blue ink. It smears some of her words and he curses.

"Shit!" he hisses, wiping his snotty nose with the back of his hand and shifting quickly to spread the paper out flat on his bed. He tries to iron out a few of the creases and rereads some of his favorite lines, laughing all over again. He can hear her voice as she makes fun of him, can see the crease at her brow and the disgusted squint of her blue eyes. Eyes that flashed at him with hatred one minute and humor the next. His laugh grows thinking of her face, red hair wild and staring up at him from whatever short person's world she inhabited. Mike laughs to himself until he can't breathe. He laughs and laughs, until those laughs turn to sobs and the tears flow down his face and drip off his nose. He never expected it but the hole ripped open inside his chest at the thought of Max being gone forever is utterly agonizing.

Eventually, his lungs find air again and the tears stop falling. His body is completely exhausted and his eyes are red rimmed and raw. He dries his face and knits his brow together with determination, squinting over at the radio he left lying on his desk before he left for California. She's not dead, he thinks with determination. Max is lying in Hawkins Hospital, broken and sleeping. But not dead.

#madwheeler #stranger things ficlet #byler #max mayfield #mike wheeler #max’s letters #madwheeler supremacy #platonic madwheeler #romantic madwheeler #idgaf #live your life

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scoopsahoy · 4 years

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fic where ur hopper's biological daughter and were in starcourt when billy almost killed el, and when you get out you find her in the rain and that's when you find out he died

ぺ word count ⋰ 1.1k

✰ tw ⋰ none :)

❍ cw ⋰ mentions of death + violence, overall sadness

✐ masterlist

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You emerged from Starcourt Mall smelling of fireworks. You were frantic, searching for someone you knew. You hadn’t seen your dad for hours, and your sister just narrowly avoided death.

You looked around for her, pushing your hair out of your face. You could feel the rainwater sticking to you, even though it was only sprinkling.

When you looked at the mall, it was up in flames. You followed military personnel and police officers. You walked past a few ambulances, in which you saw Steve, Robin, Mike, Max, and everyone else who was in Starcourt with you.

You looked over to see Joyce and Will hugging tightly, Joyce sobbing into his shoulder. That was when you saw your sister wandering around with a bandage on her forehead.

You sprinted over, catching her off guard.

“Y/N,” she said in a relieved tone as you pulled her into a hug similar to Joyce and Will’s.

You pulled away and cupped her face in your hands, looking at her.

“Are you okay?” you asked, examining her face. She nodded and you wiped the tears that fell down her cheek. “Where’s Hopper? Where’s my dad?”

She didn’t answer, instead looking past you. You turned to see Joyce crying while watching the two of you, an expression you wish you didn’t understand. That was when you began crying with Eleven, pulling her into another hug.

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You packed things in boxes, putting them into the U-Haul outside of the Byers house. You walked past Max and Lucas singing ‘The Never Ending Story’ to Dustin, who was unimpressed.

You followed Eleven to Joyce’s room, who was looking at a piece of paper.

“Donation box?” Eleven asked, pointing to the teddy bear in her arms, making Joyce turn around.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“What’s that?” she asked, looking at the paper.

“It’s the speech Hop wrote for you and Mike.”

You straightened up, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

When Eleven and Hopper started fighting over Mike being there, he got advice from you and Joyce, asking how to talk to her. You both said the same thing, and you helped him write some of it. But you never got to hear the final thing.

She looked at you, before giving her a confused expression.

“Speech?” Eleven said.

“Yeah. You know, the heart-to-heart?” Eleven just stared. “He never talked to you, did he?” She shook her head and Joyce scoffed.

“Can I read?”

You sat on the floor in another bedroom, the letter in your hand. It had only been three months, but it seemed like forever since you’d seen his handwriting. You forgot how sloppy and sometimes illegible it could be, but you missed it more than anything.

You took a deep breath before beginning to read, your sister laying on her stomach in front of you.

“There's something I've been wanting to talk to you both about. I know this is a difficult conversation, but I care about you both very much.” You looked at her, and she raised her eyebrows.

“And I know that you care about each other very much, and that's why it's important that we set these boundaries moving forward so we can build an environment where we all feel comfortable, trusted, and open to sharing our feelings.

“Feelings. Jesus. The truth is, for so long I'd forgotten what those even were. I've been stuck in one place. In a cave, you might say. A deep, dark cave. And then I left some Eggos out in the woods and you came into my life. For the first time in a long time, I started to feel things again.”

You felt a tear roll down your cheek, able to hear his voice in your head reading the letter. You remembered when you went with him to leave Eggos in her memorial box when you thought she was dead. You remembered her timid figure slowly walk out of the woods, and the adrenaline running through both your bodies when you saw her.

“I started to feel happy. But lately, I guess I've been feeling distant from you. Like you're pulling away from me or something. I miss playing board games every night with Y/N, making triple-Decker Eggo extravaganzas at sunrise, all three of us watching Westerns together before we doze off.”

At this point, you were both crying. You sniffled before you took a deep breath and continued reading.

“But I know you're getting older, growing, changing. I guess, if I'm being really honest, that's what scares me. I experienced it once with Y/N, and I remember how hard that was.

“I don't want things to change. So I think maybe that's why I came in here, to try and make stop that change. To turn back the clock. To make things go back to how they were.

“But I know that's naive. It's just not how life works. It's moving, always moving, whether you like it or not. And yeah, sometimes it's painful. Sometimes it's sad. And sometimes, it's surprising. Happy.

“So you know what? Keep on growing up kid. Don't let me stop you. Make mistakes, learn from 'em. When life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you're out of that cave. But, please, if you don't mind, for the sake of your poor old dad, keep the door open three inches.”

You both chuckled at that, wiping your cheeks. You both started sobbing a bit, and you reached out and grabbed her hand, giving her the letter with the other.

She looked over it, smiles on your faces.

Someone knocked on the door, and you looked over to see Joyce. She looked sad, tilting her head.

“Are you guys okay?” she asked softly.

You both nodded.

“Yeah,” Eleven said. “Time to go?”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll be out in a minute,” you said, using your shirt as a tissue.

A moment later, you both stood up, slowly walking out and grabbing the last boxes. Jonathan latched the U-Haul trunk closed before you all hugged the kids, giving Max the longest hug. She was your favorite, although you’d never tell that to the other kids.

Group hugs ensued for a few minutes. You sat in the backseat of Jonathan’s car, silently crying with Will.

You were sad to be leaving Hawkins, leaving your home. Leaving behind the cabin that you, Hopper, and Eleven helped to refurbish, and all the places you and your dad would go to spend time together. But you gained a sister, two brothers, and a mom, something you hadn’t had before.

Wherever you were going, you knew you’d be safe, and you’d be able to escape the Upside Down. For now, at least.

#fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine

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stevesnailbat · 5 years

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Hi there love! I was wondering since I saw you were taking request where the reader and Steve Harrington are dating but they get into a fight and he goes to make up with her since he feels bad but she like not answering and when he goes he hears her using a nickname she uses for him and he gets a bit upset and maybe the party somehow gets involved but like it turns out she’s babysitting her nephew. I don’t know if that’s too specific or not but I hope you can 😊😊

warnings: arguing, jealous!Steve

word count: 1.4K

“I think you’re being dramatic, Steve. Come on!” Y/N said, throwing her hands up defeatedly.

“Oh am I?” Steve retorted in an exasperated tone, raising an eyebrow at the annoyed girl in front of him.

“Yes, just because I got partnered with Michael for a stupid biology project doesn’t mean shit! I plan on working on it in class and if we need to, we’ll go to the library after class. What in God’s name do you think is gonna happen?” she implored, “Do you really think I’m gonna go suck his dick or something?”

“Well I wasn’t think that before but now I am.” he said crossly, glaring over at Y/N as she leaned against his desk impatiently. “What else do you expect me to do? Tell you I’m perfectly okay with it?”

“You’re ridiculous! This is literally for a school project, nothing else!” she exploded, reaching to grab her backpack and jacket from the back of the desk chair before making her way to the bedroom door. “I’m going home. Or maybe I’m going to suck Michael Robert’s dick? Who knows.”

The look on Steve’s face was dumbfounded when she made eye contact with him before leaving the room, showing him the hurt look on her face. The door slammed shut behind her and Steve didn’t try to stop her, he knew he should have, though. His blood was boiling and his thoughts were angry, he knew better. He knew he wouldn’t be nice and would end up making this worse if he did.

Steve didn’t try to call her until the next morning, only to get a few rings with no pickup. He tried three times before giving up on phone calls, he was never good on the phone anyways. Afternoon rolled around and Steve had made his way to the grocery store, picking up a bouquet of daisies and two bags of Reese’s, Y/N’s favorites. He drove to her house, taking a deep breath before getting out of the car. When he made it to the porch, he could hear her inside talking to someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I’ll fix that for you, sweet boy.”

Sweet boy? That was a nickname Steve had only heard her use for him. She had already brought the guy back to her house after less than a day of not talking to Steve? There was no way in hell he was apologizing now. His face was red with anger when he walked away, muttering a string of curse words to himself. Before he could get into his car and slam the door, he saw a few familiar bikes coming up the street.

“Steve!” Dustin called out as the party rode towards the Henderson’s house next to Y/N’s.

Steve waved at them before swinging the door for the back seat of his car open, throwing the flowers and candy in carelessly. They all stopped at Steve’s car and could see by the expression on his face that he wasn’t happy. It wasn’t clear if he was sad or angry or just annoyed. El noticed the flowers strewn across the back seat and furrowed her brow.

“For Y/N?” she asked as she sat on the back of Mike’s bike, pointing to the flowers on the seat.

“Yeah they would have been, if she didn’t have some other guy in there with her right now.” he scoffed, his hand gesturing to the house behind him.

“Bullshit. Y/N wouldn’t do that.” Dustin said, but Steve only shook his head as a sad expression grew on his face. “Did you see him in there? Try to go kick his ass? You know how to fight now, Steve.”

The rest of the kids snickered at the thought of Steve trying to fight again and he glared at them harshly.

“No, I didn’t see him. I came here to apologize for being a jealous asshole, but apparently it was for good reason.” he said as he leaned against the door of his car.

“Why don’t we go see for ourselves? We can take the man.” Max said, grabbing Lucas’s hand to pull him towards the front door.

Steve tried to yell for them to stop and Lucas tried to resist, but Max was too headstrong. The rest of the party stared at the door intently as Steve tried to hide himself a bit. She knocked on the door and heard Y/N’s voice from the other side, telling her to hold on a second. When she came to the door, Steve’s jaw almost came unhinged as his cheeks burned a bright red. Y/N was standing there in her pajamas, holding a giggling toddler on her hip.

“You shithead.” Dustin mumbled to Steve as they watched, Steve nudged the boy in the ribs.

They couldn’t hear what Max was saying to Y/N, but it was probably something about Steve being too stubborn to come up there himself. Mike and Dustin pushed Steve towards his backseat as El and Will giggled, telling him to get the flowers and candy he brought. He grabbed then hurriedly, slamming the door before making his way up to the open door where Lucas and Max stood. Y/N’s expression turned from happy to somewhat annoyed when she saw her flustered boyfriend, her lips pulling down into a frown from her usual smile.

“I can take it from here, guys.” he said breathlessly, leaning against the frame of the door as he held the flowers behind his back.

“So now you’re just assuming I’m with someone else in my house the day after I left yours?” she scoffed, bouncing the toddler on her hip to make him giggle when he wined quietly. “I told you that I was babysitting Carter, my nephew, today like last week I thought?”

He looked like even more of an idiot now, the memory of her telling him about Carter hitting his mind quickly after. His facial expression was flustered now, chewing his lip as he tried to think of what to say.

“You did mention that, you’re right. I was just mad and didn’t think about it, I’m sorry. I know I should have at least knocked on the door to see if it was another guy, but I just — shit. I heard you call Carter a nickname you call me and I just thought maybe it was what’s his name.” Steve said, sounding defeated as he spoke.

“You really thought I was in here with Michael?” she implored, he nodded his head defeatedly.

She didn’t say anything for a while, looking at his expression as she racked her brain for what nickname he was talking about. Steve let out a sigh when her silence began to kill him, his hand coming from behind his back to reveal the disheveled flowers and bags of her favorite candy. He put them into her free hand, gave her cheek a gentle kiss and stepped back from the door.

“I’ll just give you these and go. I really am sorry, Y/N. I’m an idiot for even being so jealous in the first place.” he said in an exasperated tone, turning on his heel to walk away.

“Steve, wait.” she said after setting the flowers and candy down on a table, Carter still in her arms. Steve stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her once more, seeing her expression not annoyed anymore, but confused instead. “What nickname are you talking about?”

“You call me...sweet boy sometimes when you’re behind your extra loving self.” he said, his tone hushed so the kids behind them still eavesdropping wouldn’t hear as a blush formed on his cheeks.

“Oh.” she said quickly, looking from her boyfriend to the child resting his head on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t even think about it.”

“It’s not your fault, don’t be sorry.” he chuckled, trying to approach her once again. “I’m the idiot who should be sorry in this situation.”

She was quiet again for a moment, realizing his desperate demeanor and need for her forgiveness. He really was sorry, and she could tell. She moved to make room in the doorway and he furrowed his brow as she did.

“Do you want to come help me babysit? We were just playing with some toys.” she offered, a wave of relief washing over Steve as she did.

“I’d love to.” he said, walking towards the door before being stopped by Y/N holding Carter out to him.

“If you really want to make it up to me, you can hold him for a while.” she giggled as Steve took the boy from her hands awkwardly, Carter giggling when Steve grabs him.

“Anything for you, baby.” Steve chuckled, kissing her cheek as he passed her.

“Look at you two, my sweet boys.” she joked, making him blush again when she pinched his and Carter’s cheek as Carter giggled.

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The News (Sriracha, Part 41.)

Series description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could let you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: The wedding came way sooner than you expected to, you could maybe say that you weren’t even prepared for a thing of such a caliber. Also, did El and Mike really told Mr. Clarke that they’re cousins?

A/N: This chapter is a complete and utter chaos and I love it so much. Inspired by all of the romantic songs from the 80s’. There is a lot of callbacks to the OG Stranger Things (like El and Mike being cousins) and into the origins of this series as well.

Warnings: THIS SHIT IS HEART-WARMING, IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD, MF, BECAUSE I LOVE AND YOU MATTER TO ME AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE THIS. Also, a lot of fluff. ♥

Word count: 5K

Tagging: @nemodoren @missdictatorme @ysljordy @creedslove @hopperlover

Series master list: H E R E

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Life can go completely crazy once you decide to something insane with it. Like having a wedding with a guy who you love without any judging, yet still being a college student. The big date was set on the first July of 1986, which meant that you had to study for that semester’s finals, take care of the new house you owned, having Eleven moving back and on top of that, you were doing preparations for the wedding. Now, that was what you called busy.

It was quite weird when you once took El to Hawkins High to sign the papers with her, meeting professor Clarke in the process. You let Max and El go to your car while he wanted to have small chit-chat with you.

"How are you and your Hopper doing? Everything fine?" - He started, putting his palms entwined on his chest. After a while, you nodded, being completely confused. After a small rant about your approaching wedding, he proceeded to the thing which was itching his curiosity.

"Have seen Eleven before here a couple of times before. First, if I'm correct, it was in 1983. Then she came to the Snow Ball of 1984... I thought she was Mike Wheeler’s cousin and now I get to know she's your and Hopper’s daughter?" - He asked curiously. What the hell was going on in the fall of 1983? You hadn't known much about that time from El’s perspective, yet Mike mentioned that was the year when they first met. Trying to hide the nervousness and confusion behind a smile, you nodded.

"You know kids, Mr. Clarke. They like to make things up and they don't exactly think about the consequences either. It was probably some joke or whatever." - You giggled, telling yourself that you have to talk to both of them about this. It wasn’t an issue that could bring some great consequences in the future, but it would be weird to see two teenagers who proclaimed being cousins... Well... Holding hands, kissing, and stuff. - "Especially these boys. You know Dustin and Lucas, Mike and Will. They love to make up stories and wild stuff. Sometimes even I don't know what should I believe when they're telling me something. Their imagination is just amazing."

"Right, haven't exactly thought about that. You have any information about Joyce, Will, and Jonathan?" - He asked and this time, he wasnt suspicious. You nodded with a happy smile, telling him all about their life in Maine. You wanted to visit them in there for a short vacation, taking Mike, Lucas, El, and Dustin with you - Steve Harrington told you that he and Nancy would gladly go with you to ride in the second car.

"Mr. Clarke, you're invited to my wedding!" - You yelled at him when you were leaving the corridor, pointing a finger at that slim, tall man with a mustache. - "I hope that you'll come. July the first, party starts at two p.m.!"

But when you sat behind the steering wheel, that was a different story. You looked at Eleven who was sitting at the passenger seat, having a hell of a confused face. - "Cousins? You and Mike told them that you're cousins? Where are we? In Texas or Alabama? For the love of God." - You asked unbelievably. Max on the backseat leaned in with a burst of laughter. She didn't know about that either since she wasnt around at that time.

"It was Mike's idea... And Mike’s a boy and boys are..." - Eleven wanted to defend herself, her brown eyes looking at you while you started the engine. You stopped her by pointing your index finger at her.

"Uh-uh, young lady. Only I can say that boys are stupid and that's because I'm living with your father. We clear?" - You asked with a giggle. They told them that they're cousins... Jesus Christ... You couldn't wait to tell Hopper. It was clear that he will lose it once you'll tell him what Mr. Clarke asked you that day. After taking the girls for some ice-cream, you picked up Hopper at the station, since his shift was just ending. While Eleven ran off with Max to look at the movies int he rent shop Harrington was working at, you entered the police station.

"Afternoon, Flo. Every time I see you, you look better than the last time. How do you do that?" - You asked, leaning your head to your shoulder. You loved that woman so much - you still remembered how much patience she had with you and Hopper at the start.

"You, honey, are going blind. Nice to see you too." - She got up with a giggle, hugging you and kissing both your cheeks. - "The big day.s on its way. How you're feeling? I was so nervous I couldn't sleep a month before it happened."

"Oh, I'm more nervous about my finals than about my wedding. Jim will probably get drunk and he’ll cry in the corner with my father about me being a big girl and stuff. I hope he gave you the invitation card? If he didn't, I swear to God..." - You rolled your eyes, having Flo gently patting your shoulder. The old lady disappeared for a second to snatch you some coffee and a piece of cake. Callahan, Powell nor Hopper noticed you chatting with Flo yet, so you had the time to observe Jim.

He looked way more relaxed as a normal officer. It could be seen that he's happier than that before. He didn't have as much responsibility as he had when he worked on the position of the police chief, even though he was doing an excellent job being the head of Hawkins police. Yet now, he had more time to have fun with the two other men and there was something simple about listening to orders.

"Honey, don't worry about that. The Monday after you said yes, he came to the office yelling that he's about to marry you. For real this time. And the following week he gave the cards to at least half of the station." - Flo chuckled, watching the men as well. It took them a while to notice you standing there but when they did, Hopper immediately started to pack his stuff. Normally, Powell or Callahan drove him home, so it was a nice surprise seeing you standing there.

"How you're doing, girl?" - Powell gave you a tight fatherly hug, have you smiling from ear to ear in the process. - "You're looking tubular. That's how the young call it these days? Also, new haircut?" - The man asked when you gave a short hug to the younger policeman.

"You're about two years late with tubular, dear Powell. But thanks for noticing since this grumpy bastard didn't." - You let Jim slide a hand on your waist, looking at him with your eyebrow risen.

"You know that I still can cancel the engagement?" - Hopper mumbled before stealing a kiss from you. For a short moment, you were just looking at that handsome man before calling him out with: - "It’s more probable that I would do that, baby. So don't try to piss me off."

"And that's the facts. See you around boys, we have a family night." - Hopper waved at them, leading you out of the station, telling you about his day. Max and Eleven were waiting for you outside, holding a few rented movies. You were taking them to the cinema that night, true, but you allowed them to watch some movies in the living room. It was Friday, so neither of them had to wake up for school.

The other few weeks were just crazy - you and Hopper had to choose the flavor of your wedding cake, you had to study for finals hard, there were the dress tests and even three weeks before the wedding, you hadn't found the right one. Steve Harrington, Robin, Nancy, and your mom became the party for each of the tests since Hopper wasnt allowed to see them. The location was paid, the menu was completed, the decorations were also set to go, but the dress...

And also the finals.

You'd swear that you hadn't sweat this hard at the previous exams you were taking. And writing the final essay wasn’t a walk in the park as well. It was the result of many things that happened in 1986: from Hopper being MIA to coming back, buying a home, finishing the reconstructions, having Eleven coming back to your life, the whole proposal, and marriage thing... You straightaway cried when you got the letter you passed and that by the start of the next semester, you'll start a whole year lasting practicum at the children's traumatology in the hospital of Hawkins. That was a miracle happing right there.

After that, it was time to concentrate on the chaos you called "my life". And it was hard sometimes to stay mentally stable. Especially when the countdown to the wedding itself came. It was a week before the first of July when you stopped in the door leading from your bathroom, looking at Jim quietly reading in the bed. You looked like you're about to puke something, your eyes being widened and opened.

"Are you alrite? Somethin’ happened in there?" - Jim put the book down, quickly snatching his new reading glasses from the top of his nose. With the same face, you walked through the bedroom, shaking your head.

"This doesn't look like your nothin’ happened face. What's goin’ on?" - He asked once again when you were purring the pajamas on. Eleven was listening to the Romantics on the second floor, so you heard some parts of A Night Like This resonating through the house.

"Marriage is the scariest of all social constructs I've ever seen." - You started explaining, climbing into the bed next to Jim. Oh, so that was what this was about. - "I mean, two people can live together without having to marry, you know? All it takes is love and time and..."

"You're afraid of bein’ married is what you're tryin’ to say, am I rite?" - Jim chuckled, looking as you tried to figure out the most comfortable position. You settled on your belly, having a small pillow under your breasts, watching Jim sitting next to you. You made a dumb face before nodding.

"You’ll be just fine, trust me. You already have me under your thumb so there's nothin’ to worry about. Come ’ere." - The man chuckled, putting the book on his nightstand to snuggle you.

"It wasnt too hard to domesticate you, but... I'll be Mrs. Hopper next week. If you'd die, I would have the right to have the money from the police office and stuff. It's the legalities that make me anxious." - You mumbled horrified. Suddenly, you jumped when Hopper just started to laugh out loud.

"You haven't even got married and you're already thinkin’ about havin’ me dead? Well, that's nice." - He continued with the laughing, having you chuckling too. - "Trust me. It won't change a thing... Except for your surname."

But even if Hopper assured you a million times, just like your mom and Steve, you still couldn't sleep, couldn't eat and you were sure that as soon as you'll be walking down the aisle, you'll run away with Bon Jovi playing in the background. Steve even offered you that he can ’kidnap’ you so Hopper would have to find you, but you said no that offer, no matter how fun did that sound.

The first of July was the worst day you have ever endured since you had to get up pretty early and you didn't even have a bachelorette party. Hopper left to your parent's place while Robin, Joyce, Nancy, and your mom with Lena gathered at your place. You heard Robin asking your mom if you're fine when she saw you getting up from the bed - your mom had to explain to her that you had a problem with getting up since the day you started kindergarten.

You puked through the first hour they arrived, spending it on the toiled, bawling your eyes out. When they managed to get you out, robin made you do the basic things, like taking a shower, brushing your teeth, and drink at least a cup of coffee to raise your pressure. You were looking like you were about to faint for the last hour and a half.

"If you don't want to marry the man, you shouldn't accept the ring is what I'm saying." - Your mom told you while she and Jules were making a hairstyle on your head. You looked puffy, tired, and not well at all. Nancy was sitting on your bed, reading some girly magazine as well

"I do want to marry him, I just really don’t feel good." - You told them, clearing your nose with a tissue.

"I think it's the nerves that are fucking you up." - Robin got up and stood behind Nance so you could see her in the mirror too. She was speaking in the most boyish manner possible, she never fucked around with you or Steve and that was why you liked that girl so much. - "Read it in my mom's Cosmo." - She shrugged her shoulders, sending you a small smile. You nodded, earning a curse word from your mom who barely cursed.

As soon as everyone made sure they have everything, like dresses, jewelry, and stuff, everyone got into two cars - Eleven, Max, Nancy, and Lena were in one, while in the second one, there was you, your mom, Julia, and Robin. Mom told you that you're even prettier than she was on her big day. Robin knew how to crack you up with her jokes and how to bitch you down in case you had any side thoughts - that was why you chose her to ride with you. Both of your best friends didn't go exactly easy on you and that was why you adored them.

When you saw the church closer and closer, your hands started shaking and your forehead got wet like a helter-skelter. It all felt so right, yet so wrong at the same time. You knew Jim for three years almost and there were occasions when he proved to you that he’d go to hell for you. Not even that made you sure if it was all a good idea or not. Take on Me was playing in the background while girls were speaking about the flowers and decoration, so you decided that it was time for a little walk.

A little walk to Bloomington maybe? To run away from all that chaos inside of you? Or something like that? Just when your palm circled the door handle, Robin and Jules walked out of the preparation room. You leaned into the door innocently, having a smile on your face. Both of them knew what were you thinking about, so they walked to you from both sides, both of them entwining their elbow with yours. - "You are not running away. You are not going anywhere, milady. What you're going to do is that you'll dress up to the white dress, look like a princess and you'll make one old grumpy idiot very happy once you say yes." - Robin told you, dragging you back inside the room.

"And then, we'll have a party and you'll drink your ass off with us, understood?" - Julia asked sweetly too. They were two crazy sons of a bitch, so they made you exactly what they said you're going to do. Not even hour from that, you were marching in the back room dressed in white, having too long high-heels on with a veil over your face. You heard Jim coming - it was quite hard not to hear the men arriving. He had a few shots of Scotch or something your dad had at home since he was louder than usual.

As you heard more people, like Karen Wheeler who came in to wish you luck, coming in, you understood that it's happening. You will be a wedded woman in less than an hour. And that was... Surreal. The clapping of high heels intensified as you started to imagine all the horror scenarios again.

"Heard you're having some trouble here." - Jonathan and Joyce snuck into the room to say hi. Joyce was looking breath-taking in the lilac-colored dressed you've sent her to Maine. And that hairstyling? She was killing it. Jonathan was looking breath-taking too, yet his eyes were all over Nancy.

"It's just some slight turbulences." - You chuckled nervously, letting her hug you. After that, she stepped away, taking in the sight of you.

"My oh my, you're something." - Joyce chuckled, hugging everyone in the room as well. - "Hopper is really lucky these days, I mean, look at you. I know you're nervous and all, but as soon as you'll stand in front of him, you won't even remember that, trust me. I've done this too." - She chuckled, making you chuckle nervously as well. Jonathan then patted her shoulder, telling her that they have to get into the right order. She opened up her mouth and giggled excitedly, biting her lip after that. - "See you in ten, baby." - She hugged you for the last time and went outside. Everyone was going outside and you knew that the only person who will be waiting for you once you have to go there too will be your dad.

And he was smiling when you did so.

"You look just beautiful." - Was all he could say when you held the skirt up a bit so you wouldn't fall flat on your face. A smile was all you were capable of before you entwined your elbow with his, looking at the door leading outside for the last time.

"I know what you're thinking about." - He chuckled, looking at the door as well. - "Are you sure about doing it, though? Do you realize what consequences would that have, honey? You'd leave him in there alone, standing in front of all of the people you and he would look like a fool. Jim would be... I wouldn't say angry but disappointed for sure. Maybe he wouldn't talk to you after that for all I know." - Your dad took a deep breath in, straightening himself, making sure he's looking good.

"Believe it or not, I thought about running away too, so that's some genes here. Your mom would never, but I was scared like a little boy. But we’re twenty-six years in and I have never regretted marrying that awesome lady." - He looked down on you. For the first time that day, you were smiling without having some other chaotic feelings inside your head.

"And I mean... I wasn’t the happiest with Hopper at the beginning, but as time went, you two showed everyone in this bloody town what love is supposed to look like. You separated here and there, yes, but you also gave home and love to a girl who needed it. He taught you patience and you taught him to love. That's how it is, baby. And as far as I can say, I think you're doing the right thing. There's no need for second thoughts, no need for looking for a chance to escape because you'll be fine this man no matter what." - Your dad finished and you both had tears in your eyes.

"You’ve been drinking, haven't you?" - You asked to stop yourself from crying, snickering your old man with a burst of honest laughter. He didn't answer, but you saw on his eyes that he had a few glasses with Jim. - "I love you." - You whispered just before the door opened up and the cannon started to play. Everyone was standing up for you and you could see your mom and Jules weeping in the first row. You, one of the craziest and toughest sons of bitches were getting marries. Who would d have thought that it would happen so soon?

It felt weird to walk there, looking everyone you knew in their eyes. Karen and Tim were smiling at you, having Mike by their side and when you were in the middle of the aisle, you heard Joyce started crying as well. She was telling everyone that she's sorry, but everyone was just smiling, having tears in their eyes themselves. No matter how happy everyone felt, you were numb. Completely numb. All you could concentrate on was not falling, on your pulse, and the rhythm of your breathing.

Jim was standing there with his palms entwined in front of him, giving you the warmest smile he ever had. It was there. The last stop where you could turn around and run away from everything. It wasn’t that you didn't love him, for the love of God, you just... You were scared. Even if it wouldn't change your day-to-day life, you knew that it will have an overall impact on everything. When your father gave your hand to James, tears in your eyes could be seen. And Jim knew that these weren’t happy tears.

He remembered the wedding he had with Diane. He felt like throwing up until the ceremony was over, he didn't know if he chose to do the right thing or not, he was fighting himself. And now you were doing the same thing. It was natural and James understood everything since he had gone through all of that once. Marriage was one big unknown. What happens once you'll walk out of the church like a wedded couple? That was a thing no-one, including you, couldn't be sure about. But Hopper knew that this time, he has chosen the right person to go through all of these shenanigans with.

You had endless patience with him - and when James said endless, he meant endless. Eleven, the Russians, the Demogorgons... You absorbed all of that. When he was at his lowest, drinking and taking too many drugs, you made him stand on his feet. When he was acting like a jackass, you acted like one too until he calmed down. When you met, you looked past his temper issues and impressive love life to see him for the man he was. When it came to the terms of having a partner, you were the best person for Hopper. The best one had ever met.

"How you're doin’?" - He asked with a boyish smile when the wedding register spoke to the guests. You nodded, gulping quietly, looking at his palms holding yours. Jesus, he was looking good. He was looking great. If you'd have the chance, you'd undress him as soon as could.

"Pretty good, you?" - You whispered back, finally starting to smile. You didn't know shit from what the man next to you was talking about, the only thing you could see was James just... Smiling. Something about vows woke you up from the trance, looking around to see Steve handing you the cards you have written. Neither of you wanted to have some normal-ass pathetic vows. With your sense of humor, it was clear that this will make a lot of people chuckle.

"James Hopper." - You started, already having a nasty grin on your face. - "We already know that we can make it at our worst and our best. We already tested that we can go through both healthier times and even the times when things aren’t... Exactly good. I promise to occasionally fold your clothes if you'll promise me to start my car in the winter. I promise that I’ll cook you a warm dinner every evening as long as you'll promise me that you'll even come home." - You finished, cracking your mom again. She had her eyes already completely red and Hopper didn't even start. No-one knew what you're talking about, but that was what made the vows even funnier.

"Miss Y/N Y/L/N, soon to be Hopper. I know that I already promised you a lot of things and there will be more things to come, for sure. I have promised you a bed and I delivered it to you. I now promise you in front of everyone that I will repair you the gramophone every time you manage to break it again, I will paint every room in the pomelo color if you ask me to, I will fold my clothes and maybe try to do the laundry sometimes and mostly, I won't ever let anyone hurt you." - He looked you in the eyes, having you on the edge of crying as well. - "And if they will, I will hurt them back."

You both were shaking when you were putting on the rings. Hopper had almost broken your ginger, having you burst out with laughter. When you finally had it on, he kissed it with a warm smile, looking you in the eyes. You’ve done the same thing once you managed to slip it onto his hand. And the sweetest part was when you were finally allowed to kiss him. It was a miracle that you didn't swoop him off his feet since you pulled him down hungrily. They were right. Once the formalities were over and once you signed the piece of paper with both your former surname and the new one, the stress faded away. Happiness overtook the ruddle, having you live your best life.

And when you finally took the dress off, changing into a pair of jeans, your old Converse shoes, and a nice shirt, you were finally feeling it - not until the first dance, of course. The golden ring was looking spectacular on your left hand, being put directly above the silver one you've accepted twice. It also felt heavy, but that was a thing that will go away.

The party started great with you and Hopper taking all of the traditions that came with weddings - cutting the cake, breaking a plate, throwing your flower into the crowd of women, eating from one plate, dancing with Jim and your dad, opening the presents and cards... And of course, there there were the speeches.

Hands down, your parents’ speech made you cry. Aiden made you chuckle. The kids had the most chaotic speech of the evening, six of them trying to talk at one time. Jules told you not to be dumb and to listen to James, at which you rolled your eyes. Joyce made herself cry and Jim’s eyes water, while Jonathan and Nancy’s speech was more about wishing you luck. But Steve Harrington, boy oh boy, wasn’t he something? His speech left you crying.

"So, good evening everyone, my name’s Steve and I’m living in Hawkins since... Ever. And the thing I'm notoriously famous here is the way I was trying to win Mrs. Hopper for years. For your information, I was the best friend of her dearest brother and she often reminds of the times when she saw me running naked around their pool, so, thanks for destroying my self-confidence because no-one is better at it than you." - Steve started on a comedic note, having you laugh into James’ shoulder. He was laughing as well, smoking. - "I won't tell you more about my romantic failures, since, this evening is supposed to be a happy one." - Steve smiled and made you a toast. Nancy was worried that maybe, since he wasnt the best at this type of activity, he’ll say something about the second world war or that he'll start talking about his grandpa, but Jonathan just chuckled at that.

"And I can fell that it is a happy evening for everyone here. The food was great, the ceremony was sweet and you guys are the most adorable couple I've seen ’till this day. Thank you for allowing me to be here with you." - Steve ended and drank a bit of his champagne and so did you. But as always, there was something off about the taste. You frowned, trying to figure out what is wrong with it.

"What's that face for?" - Hopper whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"The wine and the cake... I don't know, Jim, it tasted way better when we were picking it." - You said honestly, having Jim nodding at your remark.

"If you don't like the taste, don't eat it and drink it. What about dance now when we’re done with the speeches? It was lovely, but my ass hurts." - James whispered again, having you laugh and nod. You danced the whole night, not having a single alcoholic drink. But Jules was a different story. Steve from biology had to walk her home because she wouldn't make it on her own. Most you loved dancing with the kids - these lunatics had such dance moves that you didn't know where they got it from, especially Lucas and Dustin.

It was a long day, but once Hopper carried you inside the house, you made exactly what newly wedded couple is supported to do once they arrive home. Eleven was staying at Wheeler’s, which was kind of a gift they gave you. Without telling too many details, you fucked in almost every room in the house, which left Hopper destroyed, laying in the bed at four a.m.

Yet you couldn't fall asleep. Why? Because while your hubby slept in your bed, your face was inside the toilette the whole time. And something on the back of your head was telling you that maybe, it isn't the nerves as Robin told you.

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randomfandomimagine · 5 years

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So Much More Than That (Steve x Reader)

Character: Steve Harrington (ft. the kids)

Fandom: Stranger Things (set in Season 3, no spoilers)

Categories: Reader Insert, GenderNeutral!Reader, Fluff

Title: So Much More Than That

Summary: The kids realize how close Y/N and Steve are and take matters into their own hands to give them a little boost on their relationship.

A/N: I really like how this turned out and I hope you enjoy it. Remember that reblogs and comments/feedback are always appreciated! ❤

My eyes were absently watching the road pass by as Dustin filled the silence in the car with his rambling. He was saying something about this radio system he had come up with.

“Cerebro…” I repeated, turning in the seat to look at him in the backseat. “Like in X-Men?”

“Exactly!” He grinned in excitement. “So I can reach far and wide”

“Yeah” Steve briefly looked at the boy in the rear view mirror before focusing his eyes back on the road. “To talk to his… girlfriend”

I noticed the hint of mockery at the last word, so I eyed him.

“See? No one believes it” Lucas slapped Dustin across the arm. “Suzie doesn’t exist”

Will rolled his eyes at their bickering and glanced at me in boredom. I pouted at him, understanding his exhaustion with the subject. Lucas and Mike had been talking about Max and El all summer, and this was probably the first time they hung out without them on the first place.

“She does! She’s super smart and hotter than Phoebe Cates” Dustin pushed Lucas a little.

“I miss El…” Mike muttered under his breath, making me chuckle.

“That’s the thing!” Steve tapped the steering wheel. “It’s a little hard to believe”

“Where do you know her from?” I decided to encourage him a little instead.

Everyone in the car complained, telling me off for it while Dustin’s blue eyes sparkled with excitement. He started rambling, and to be honest, he was speaking so fast that I didn’t get much except for the fact that he met her at camp.

“Okay, we’re almost there” Steve brought the car to a halt. “Everybody out”

We exited the car and began walking towards the forest, following the kids as they ran up ahead and began talking amongst them.

“Any idea what they’re doing?” I asked Steve as we began trudging through the floor filled with dry leaves and roots.

“Nope” Steve replied, eyeing them to make sure they didn’t go too fast.

“Shenanigans” I joked, looking at him and earning a beautiful grin.

Not watching where I was stepping, I tripped over some roots and dangerously leaned forward. Looking for something to hold on to, my hand clutched Steve’s shoulder while his arm quickly wrapped around my waist.

“You okay there?” He chuckled, casually pulling at me so I stood up straight again.

“Yeah” I muttered, holding on to him just slightly longer than necessary. “Sorry”

I averted my gaze when I noticed he was staring, grinning in my direction in a way that flustered me. It was then when I saw that Will, Dustin, Lucas and Mike had witnessed the whole thing.

“What are you kids looking at?”

“It's fine!” Steve calmly said, carelessly waving a hand in the air. “Catastrophe avoided!”

I was relieved when they got back to their conversation, even if Dustin’s glance lingered longer than the other’s. Those kids were too smart for their own good.

“You didn’t hurt your ankle or anything, right?” Steve checked, kindly tapping my arm.

“No, I’m okay” I then looked at him and jokingly batted my eyelashes at him. “Thanks to you, my hero”

He let out a surprised guffaw and theatrically bowed to me in acknowledgment.

“Would you like me to carry you through the danger?” He gallantly offered me.

“It’s already gone to your head” I shoved my hand against his temple, accidentally messing up his hair.

“Whoa, hey, careful there!” He complained, frantically going to fix it. “Don’t mess with the hair!”

I rolled my eyes at him and stuck my tongue out before walking ahead of him. Steve caught up, casually putting an arm around me and squeezing my sides to make me jump in surprise.

I smiled when Steve laughed to himself at his mischievous actions, but continued walking behind the kids as we neared the cabin.

“You don’t have to stay, you know?” Steve gently took me by the wrist, stopping me from walking. “I can handle this on my own”

“It’s fine” I shrugged a little and continued following the kids. “They said they wanted me here, and I don’t mind”

I could tell something was bothering Steve when he let go of me and sighed. I just couldn’t think of what, since he always loved hanging out with the kids. Especially Dustin. He was like the unofficial mom of the group, always looking after the children. Well, not children anymore, but…

Feeling his gaze fixed on me, I looked up from the leaves crunching beneath my feet and into Steve’s eyes. When I did, he rolled his eyes, surely at the conversation the kids had in the background.

“Remind me again why you need babysitting?” He asked any of them who would answer.

“Because this place is dangerous” Dustin said as a matter-of-fact way, motioning to the forest we were in with a movement of his arms.

“So you need both me and Y/N looking after you” Steve half-questioned, holding his glance.

“Hopper wouldn’t let us come without…” Mike paused his sentence to use finger quotes. “Without ‘adult’ supervision”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t consider myself an adult either” I humored him, playfully nudging Steve. “Thanks, Michael”

He scrunched his nose at my remark and kept walking. Steve groaned next to me, begrudgingly trudging through the woods.

“Why are you so grumpy, Harrington?” I nudged him again, teasing him with a wide grin.

“Aren’t you annoyed that we have to be here while we could be doing something else?”

“Uh… First of all, no, I’m not annoyed” I replied, holding one finger up and lifting another up as I kept enumerating. “Two, you love the kids. And three, doing something like what?”

“You’re too nice” He just replied, shaking his head a little, making a tuft of hair bounce against his forehead.

“Don’t try to be all tough and mysterious, Harrington” I gently punched him in the shoulder. “Doesn’t suit you”

“Now what does that mean, buddy?” Steve stopped me again, raising his eyebrows in defiance.

I planted my feet with a smirk, smugly crossing my arms over my chest before answering.

“That you’re a soft sensitive soul… with a terrible hairdo”

“You take that back right now!”

Knowing he would retaliate, I began to run away, but Steve grabbed me before I could escape. I yelped as his arms wrapped around me from behind and he lifted me off the ground.

“Put me down! Steve!!”

“Take it back!!”

“Never!”

Still holding me with one arm, he dropped me so my feet touched the ground again and attacked me with his other hand, tickling me until I squirmed and giggled in pain. I loudly yelped when he bounced me up and down, faking an evil laughter.

“Hello?” Dustin interrupted us. “We have no time to lose!”

“Sorry…” I muttered, holding on to Steve’s neck as he still held me up.

“Son of a bitch, I can’t believe it…” The kid walked away, shaking his head.

“What is it you’re doing anyway?” Steve asked as he carefully put me back down.

None of them replied, continuing their march towards the cabin. Steve and I exchanged a confused and concerned glance, but I shrugged a little in resignation.

“El is not here” I said, hoping I was right and they weren’t up to anything. “How much trouble can they possibly get in?”

“Nah” Steve shook his head, nibbling on his bottom lip. “Those little shits are plotting something, I just know it”

“Why aren’t you playing Dragons and Castles on the first place?” I asked Will, smirking when he turned around to me.

“It’s Dungeons and Dragons!” He corrected me in annoyance, to which I smirked bigger.

“Don’t fall for it, my friend” Dustin rested a hand over Will’s shoulder. “Y/N knows the name very well, it's just to annoy you”

“Guilty as charged” I said, ruffling the Byer’s kid hair with a soft smile. Will scowled at first, but then budged and smiled in return.

We finally made it to Hopper’s cabin and walked inside. The kids immediately got comfortable hanging out in the couch and the ground.

“Can you guys get the boxes in El’s room?” Mike asked us, so we peeked at the door.

On top of the bed we could see two boxes, one big that Steve went to pick up, and another smaller one that I went to carry before he could lift it up himself too.

As we turned back to the door, however, it suddenly slammed closed. I heaved a sigh, since both our hands were busy and we couldn’t open it again ourselves.

“Children, the door closed” Steve patiently told them, grunting as he struggled to carry the heavy box. “Guys!”

“We know it closed” Mike calmly responded from the other end.

“What the…?” I uttered, meeting Steve’s glance as he turned to me.

He put the box in the ground and tried opening the door himself, to no avail. They had locked the door from the other side.

“Hey” Steve slammed the door with his fist. “Hey, assholes! Open up!”

“We’ll open when you two talk!” Dustin’s voice tiredly told us.

“About what?” Steve and I exclaimed in unison.

“Just talk!”

“Henderson, open the damn door!”

“I said no!”

“Let us out, shithead!”

I tugged at Steve’s shirt until he looked at me and then I leaned against the door so the kids could hear me better.

“Okay, guys, you got us” I tiredly told them, hoping my calmer approach worked. “Really funny, now will you please open the door?”

“It’s not a prank” Lucas spoke up. “You two need to talk”

“Talk about what?!”

“You’ll figure it out”

Both Steve and I rushed to try the doorknob again, our hands brushing as we gripped it and turned it even if we knew it wouldn’t work.

“Shit” Steve sighed, sitting down on the ground with his back against the door. “Wish we could open it telepathically”

“Telekinetically” I corrected him as I sat next to him.

“What?”

“Telepathy is communicating with someone else’s mind, you meant telekinesis”

Steve stared at me in awe for a few seconds before shoving his shoulder against mine.

“Whatever, Smarty-Pants” He teased me, still smiling wide. I smiled too, returning the shove.

It had been at least half an hour, and the kids still hadn’t let us out. We didn’t really come up with any solutions about it yet either. I sighed as I absently played with Steve’s hair since his head was on my lap. We thought that since we might be there for a while, we might as well get comfortable.

“Any ideas?” Steve muttered, chewing on his fingernail.

“No” I absently swatted him away so he would stop.

“When we get out, those little shits are dead”

“You mean if we get out”

“There’s an idea! The sick routine?”

“Nah, they won’t fall for that”

Steve sighed dramatically and folded his arms over his chest, getting comfortable in my lap. I continued to play with his hair, since it was fluffy and soft and I loved it.

“Well, at least I get to hang out with you” He muttered, eyes directed to the ceiling.

“What does that mean?” I shook him a little until he met my gaze.

“I don’t know” Steve shrugged a little, sitting up. “Today I wanted to pick you up and do something together, but they beat me to it”

Was that why he was so upset about before, because he wanted to hang out with me and instead we were babysitting? Or, actually, locked in a room for the kid’s amusement.

I stared at him, but he occupied himself in passing a hand through his hair and avoiding my glance. He rested his elbow on his knee, still averting his eyes, so I softly kicked him in the foot.

“Steve…” I teased him, smirking because it was rare to see a bashful Steve Harrington.

“What? I miss you, okay?” He shrugged nonchalantly, but his timid demeanor betrayed his cool façade. I actually found this side of him way cuter than his usual ‘popular kid’ one.

“I miss you too, dummy” My words finally managed to earn me a glance from him.

He opened his eyes wide, though, when I leaned closer to leave a kiss on his cheek. Then we chuckled at the adorable moment we had just shared, and the sudden tension seemed to disappear.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat when I figured it out.

I was locked in there with him, thinking that he was probably the person I preferred to be trapped with. Having just let him lay on my lap and playing with his hair like it was something friends usually did.

I thought back to our little stroll down the forest and how we kept… flirting. That was just the right word, and we didn’t even notice. It was just the way our friendship worked, the way we always interacted. Or maybe it was just my crush on him getting out of hand, because I had certainly been crushing on him for a long time. The question was… knowing this, what was the kid’s exact purpose?

“Ah, crap…” I uttered, now being my turn to avoid eye contact.

“What?” Steve scooted closer to me until our sides were touching.

“I get it now”

“Get what?”

“What they want us to talk about!”

“Well, what is it?”

“We are so close that they think we’re crushing on each other”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

“So… do you have a crush on me?”

“Why don’t you tell me first?”

“Y/N” Steve’s exasperated tone piqued my interest, so I reluctantly glanced at him. There was a smug expression on his face that I found pretty attractive. “I’ve been flirting with you for two years, what do you think?”

“What?!” Apparently, I was just as or even more oblivious than what the kids thought. “That was flirting?”

“Yeah, thanks for noticing” Steve chuckled, taking it pretty well considering I had mistaken his attempts for playfulness.

“God…” I snuggled closer to him, hiding my face on his chest. “I’m so stupid…”

“You’re not stupid” He comforted me, laughing a little as his hand rested on my waist, accepting the closeness. “You’re just adorably unaware”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I exclaimed, covering my face with my hands.

“Like what? ‘Hey, Y/N, I like you, wanna go out with me?’ That’s lame”

“Well, if you had stopped thinking about being cool for a moment…”

“But I am cool, when am I not cool?”

“Whatever…”

“So, hey” He softly pulled away, forcing me to look into his eyes. “You didn’t answer my question”

“What question?”

“Wanna go out with me?”

I chuckled in embarrassment, and I was pretty sure I was blushing. I looked into his kind brown eyes as he stared expectantly. It took me a few more seconds to recover from the unexpected question, but I managed a nod.

Steve grinned and slowly leaned closer to me. I did too, ignoring the racing of my heart, and closed my eyes when I felt his lips brushing against mine.

Dozens of thoughts popped up in my mind at the same time. I was kissing my best friend. The kids were right, much to my dismay. And they were in the other room, probably wondering how we could be so dense. Things were going to change between me and Steve now. But as we gently kissed, all of that slowly faded when I realized how perfect it was.

How soft his lips were, how his hand cupping my cheek caused a delightful shiver in my spine. How my hands sinking in his soft hair softly pulled at it to deepen the kiss. How, when we pulled away, his smile rested against my mouth for just a second. And how his eyes were watching me adoringly as we distanced from each other.

“Dustin was right” Steve suddenly said, delicately taking my hand in his.

“About what?” I almost melted when he brought my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles.

“You’re really cool and beautiful but…” Steve shook his head with a small smile. “You’re so much more than that”

“Am I?”

“Yeah, you’re smart too. And funny and kind…”

“What else?”

“And your boyfriend is amazing”

I laughed at his silly comment, but I felt a peaceful calm as I snuggled closer to him. I liked the sound of that… Steve was now my boyfriend. I was going out with Steve Harrington.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled his shoulder, smiling big when he lovingly squeezed me and kissed me in the head. We were so comfortable there that we actually forgot to ask the kids to let us out. Not that we wanted to leave anymore.

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thundercuntvirgin · 4 years

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One Call Away From A Bad Decision

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Steve is hosting a sleepover for the kids but it comes with a catch-Billy Hargrove has to stay the night. However, the boys find themselves bonding over red wine and childhood disappointment. It may even lead them into a new relationship.

Trigger Warning: homophobia, internalized homophobia, referenced child abuse, karen having a ‘crush’ on billy

*post season 2*

So it turned out Hargrove wasn’t that bad when he didn’t act like an entitled asshole. The party was having a New Years sleepover at Steve’s house, and the whole night was lined up.

Steve had rented a few VHS tapes, gotten a few pints of ice cream, and washed the guest room sheets so they weren’t musty. Then the doorbell rang a half hour ahead of schedule. Steve moved around the kitchen, silent save for the sound of plates and silverware as he set them out on the counter when he heard the doorbell. A grin split Steve’s face. He figured Dustin must be early which meant Mrs. Henderson would stay for a while to ‘keep Steve company’ until the other kids showed up. Dustin would beg her to leave, but Steve just lived for all of her questions, ‘How’s school?’ ‘Have you been eating breakfast?’ ‘Are you sure you don’t want to come over for dinner sometime this week?’

But opening the door wiped the grin off his face. Billy Hargrove leaned against the door frame casually watching Max dig through the trunk of the Camaro, piling her arms with a comforter, pillow, and her stuffed backpack.

“Umn, hey, Max.” Steve said as she bolted up to door, pushing past him to dump her stuff on the dining table. “You really didn’t have to bring all that,”

“You stay there,” she said to Billy, “you come with me,” she said as she took Steve’s hand and pulled him into the kitchen. She looked around; making sure no one else was going to hear. “Mom said Billy had to come if I was gonna be able to stay over tonight, it’s a whole thing with you being and teen boy or something, but he has to stay.”

“Oh, well, why can’t he hang out with his friends?” Steve asked, trying to rationalize it all in his mind. Max huffed as if to say ‘I wish.’

“She’s gonna call and wanna talk to him, only problem is that I don’t know when so he can’t leave or else she’ll know we duped her. So are we cool?” she asked.

“Yeah, I guess?” Steve said slowly. Max nodded, walking back towards the front door where Billy still stood.

“Am I cleared for entry?” Billy asked, stubbing out a cigarette with the toe of his boot. He seemed tame compared to the last time Steve had seen him outside of school related necessity. At least Steve wouldn’t have broken nose this time, unlike the night at the Byers’ house.

“Yes, but you don’t get to antagonize anyone.” Max bit back.

“There’s an ashtray out back if you wanna smoke some more,” Steve said, not really to Billy, mostly just out into the room since he figured it would go ignored. Billy nodded when Steve pointed a finger through the kitchen.

Steve barely had time to think before another car was pulling up the driveway. Mrs. Wheeler’s station wagon pulled up behind the Camaro, Mike and Will pouring out of the backseat.

“Dustin and Lucas here yet?” Will called as they swung their backpacks over a shoulder.

“Not yet, just Max.” Steve said just as Mrs. Wheeler spoke up.

“Behave, Michael!” she said.

“You never tell Will to behave!” Mike bit back. Steve could see Will softly laughing beside Mike.

“Because I know he will, Mike.” Mrs. Wheeler said, edged with frustration. Mike huffed, turning away from his mother, dragging a grinning Will into the living room. “Oh, Steve, is,” Mrs. Wheeler looked around suspiciously, feigning some sort of innocence. “Is Billy here tonight?”

“Umn, yeah, Max’s mom wanted him to stay.” Steve said. It was so strange how Mrs. Wheeler acted about it. Like she had some high school crush.

*~*

Steve knew Dustin had shown up when the door opened without a knock.

“What the fuck is Hargrove doing here, man?” Dustin said, flinging his bag to the side and dropping to sit on the floor between Steve and Lucas. Will shot him a look as he shuffled cards on the opposite side of the coffee table. “This was supposed to be Party only, we even got El in on it!”

“Yeah, well you’re late, so you don’t get a vote,” Steve shot back playfully.

“Also, of course this is ‘party only’ none of us have any other friends.” Max bit back. Dustin moved to flip her off but Steve smacked his hand down.

“Hey, how about dinner!” Steve said, getting a round of ‘yes’ from around the coffee table. Lucas and Will raced to the kitchen, everyone else following.

“Figured in honor of El’s first sleepover, we should have breakfast for dinner.” Steve said, pulling a few boxes of eggos from the freezer. El’s eyes lit up at the sight of the yellow boxes. “I’ll leave these up to the professional,” he said handing the boxes to El, “And for Will to be in charge of eggs. Everyone else set the table and do as they say!”

The kitchen became a flurry of action, more than it had ever seen before, with Lucas whisking eggs from Will to fry , El showing Mike and Max the perfect way to cook an eggo, and Lucas and Dustin sword fighting with dull butter knives.

*~*

Just as the kids finished eating Steve realized he’d forgotten to offer a plate to Hargrove. Steve searched his mind to see if he could even remember seeing Hargrove eat, even at school. As far as Steve knew Hargrove spent his lunch period outside smoking.

“Okay, you guys start dishes, I’m gonna take a plate out back.” Steve said, Dustin rolling his eyes. Getting another clean plate from the cabinet, Steve loaded the last of the eggs and two leftover eggos onto it, grabbing a fork. He heard them bickering over who had to wash the silverware as he slid open the door to the back patio.

Of all the things Steve expected, what he saw wasn’t one of them. Hargrove had his leather jacket zipped all the way up, a worn looking flannel peeking out the bottom, laid out sleeping on a lounge chair. He looked like he had been scrunched up but fell asleep, spread out like a napping child.

Steve realized he didn’t know how to wake Hargrove without risking death. Steve shifted the plate and fork to his other hand to knock on the side of the house. Hargrove sat up suddenly, head whipping around to stare at Steve. His eyes were big and round, the surprise making him seem less scary, more human.

“I’ve got dinner for you, if you want.” Steve felt a tiny bit more confidant from how off guard Hargrove seemed. He held out the plate and fork for the other boy to grab. Hargrove scrambled out of the chair, walking over to Steve without any swagger, his eyes still a little sleepy looking.

“Thanks,” he said, quietly accepting the plate.

“You can leave it in the sink when you’re done.” Steve said, turning to go back into the house.

*~*

The girls were upstairs getting into bed, the boys fighting over who got to sleep on which part of the couches. Steve wasn’t going to get involved in their scuffle until Lucas smacked Dustin with a pillow and an all-out war was about to start.

Steve could hear the girls laughing from their perch on the stair as he grabbed the pillows and declaring Will king over who got to sleep where. While they bribed Will to let them have a better spot, Steve wandered into the kitchen to wipe the counters down and finish any dishes. The only problem was there was no last plate in the sink to wash. Hargrove hadn’t fucking brought his plate in. If Steve thought about it the plate was probably at the bottom of the pool.

He rolled his eyes, turning to go back outside. When Steve barged outside Hargrove’s head whipped around. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his jacket, knees pulled up towards to chest, cigarette caught between his lips, the cherry red end nearly about to fall off. He was still perched on the lounge chair.

“Where’s the plate?” Steve asked sharply. “I need to wash it.” he added when Hargrove’s shoulders went rigid.

“I already washed your fucking plate and fork so you can stop shoving lemon slices up your ass or whatever you do that makes you a bitch.” Hargrove bit back, dragging his right hand out of his jacket to knock the ash off his cigarette. He ended up stubbing it out in the ashtray on the ground next to the chair.

Steve didn’t bother replying. He felt stupid even though there was no reason to think Hargrove would’ve washed the plate. He turned back inside, sliding the door closed behind him and headed for his dad’s office. The living room had gotten quiet, so Steve was done with the kids for the night.

His Dad always had hard, expensive liquor in his office, but his Mom made sure there was nice wine for guests. Steve grabbed a bottle of wine. It didn’t matter which one cause his Mom and Dad didn’t matter, not tonight.

Walking back through the kitchen, switching lights off as he went, Steve grabbed two mugs and a nutcracker to open the bottle with. On second thought, he went to the living room, quietly grabbing two fluffy blankets before heading outside.

Hargrove side eyes him suspiciously as he walks around him to sit in the lounge chair to the left. Steve passed over a blanket, half expecting it to be thrown in his face. Hargrove just wrapped it around his shoulders, hunching in on himself to cover his knees.

“I don’t know why anyone chooses to live in Mr. Snow Miser’s asshole,” Hargrove said moodily.

“If I give you wine will you shut up about how shitty Hawkins is?” Steve halfheartedly snapped back, pulling the cork out with the nutcracker.

“Maybe she’s born with it, maybe its misery,” Hargrove retorted reaching for a mug. He held it as Steve filled it halfway with dark red wine.

Steve filled his own, gently tapping it against Hargrove’s as a shitty toast. They both sat back watching the steam rise off the pool. They sat and drank in silence until Billy sat up, reaching for the bottle.

“You gonna have any more?” he asked, raising the bottle.

“Yeah, just top me off.” Steve said, holding up his mug as Hargrove more in. He was feeling warm, mind buzzing already with strong wine.

Hargrove regarded the three quarters empty bottle for a minute before softly saying “fuck it” and taking a long pull from the bottle.

“Do you ever just wish you could scream?” Hargrove said suddenly. “And it didn’t matter who heard you or saw you. You just got to scream.”

“You’re crazy, Hargrove, but yeah.” Steve said, laughing a little at the absurdity of it.

“Don’t call me Hargrove. If we drink we’re using first names,” he retorted, pulling from the bottle again.

“Yeah, sure man,” Steve brushed off.

“Steve,” Billy said. Steve’s head rolled over to glare at Hargrove. “If you can admit that you wanna scream, I think you can manage to say my name. I’ll even accept legal first names if that butters your fancy disposition,”

“Legal? What the fuck is the difference, man?” Billy side eyed him for a second before sitting up properly.

“What do you think my name is?” he asked.

“Billy, duh, I’m not stupid.” Steve bitched back, a little sleepy from the wine. Billy started laughing a little, then a lot, until he fell over onto Steve’s outstretched legs. Steve just pushed his face away as if it was no big deal to be hanging out with Billy Hargrove.

“My first name is William you asshole!” Billy cackled, taking another swig. Steve’s eyes got wide and he leaned forwards.

“No! You’re fucking with me! That’s not how that works, if your name is William then people would call you Will, that’s how it works!” Steve said, voice pitching upwards.

“William turns into Billy, how have you never heard that!” Billy laughed out, still lying on Steve’s legs.

“I’ gonna call you Billiam!” Steve cackled. Billy’s eyes went wide.

“No you do not! Fuck you!” Billy gasped. He smacked Steve’s thigh, falling off his lounge chair.

“So Billiam, what brings you here tonight?” Steve asked in a fake posh voice.

“Insurmountable toil and grief,” Billy said dramatically. “And you good sir?”

Steve sobered a bit, falling back on his chair. “All the shit I can’t talk about. The shit that makes me wanna scream.” he said softly. Billy turned his head to look at Steve, cheek resting on Steve knee.

“I fucking hate that shit.” Billy said sadly, eyes staring at someplace far away.

“Well since I can’t talk about my shit,” Steve started, downing the last of his mug. “You wanna talk about yours?”

“Sure, I’m feeling lucky” Billy climbed back up in his lounge chair. “My dad has to know every fucking thing I do and nothing is ever good enough for him. Perfect isn’t perfect enough.” He punctuation by taking another swig of wine.

“Fuck,” Steve breathed out, grabbing the bottle from Billy and drinking.

“Welcome to my shitshow of a life, Steve Harrington.” Billy said, flipping off the sky. “He’d lose his shit if he knew I was hanging out with you,”

Steve’s eyebrows pinched together. He glanced at Billy. “Why the hell would he go off about me?”

Everything was silent for a while, the night sounds seeming increasingly loud.

“Because I have the habit of making bad decisions with pretty boys,” Billy whispered.

“I can’t imagine what counts as a ‘bad decision’ for you,” Steve giggled out. He could feel Billy’s eyes boring into him. He turned his head, their eyes meeting, Billy looking stricken.

“Why don’t you tell me if this is a bad decision,” Billy whispered, moving closer to Steve, hand braced next to Steve’s hip. Steve felt slow and sleepy but Billy’s face moving in closer to his was a crystal clear image.

Steve was actually surprised by how soft Billy’s lips were. And how gently he kissed. And how… how delicately he kissed. Billy pulled back first, eyes wide and vulnerable. Immediately his face changed. His eyes shined in a way Steve had never seen before.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” Billy whispered frantically. He pulled back, sitting in his chair again, chest heaving. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Steve wasn’t sure why but it scared him how honest and raw Billy seemed. Steve watched as Billy picked the wine bottle up and drained what was left, falling back when he finished.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Steve, I fucked up. I’m so sorry.” he said, rubbing his eyes like he could bring himself to look as Steve.

“Why are you sorry?” Steve asked quietly, not daring to move.

“I fucked up, I shouldn’t have done that.” Billy whispered back. His voice sounded clogged and thick. Like he could barely force the words out.

“What if I didn’t hate it?” Steve asked softly. “What if I maybe wanted to do it again?”

“Your drunk, and not thinking right.” Billy said, voice still wavering.

“I’m tipsy, not stupid. But I would be stupid to lie and say I hated it, to say that I hate you.” Steve sat up to really look at Billy. His eyes were watery and tiny tears were stuck in his lashes. He was biting his lip so hard it was turning white, hands shaking as he wiped at his face.

“No,” Billy whispered. “No, you’re going to regret everything you’re saying in the morning.” it was strange, but Steve couldn’t stand seeing Billy so frantic. He reached out, taking one of Billy’s hands, and leaned forwards. Pressing his lips to Billy’s.

He felt Billy’s breathe stutter, but despite it all he leaned into Steve. All of a sudden Billy surged forwards pushing one hand deep into Steve’s hair and the other clutching at Steve’s shirt. They drug each other closer, lips moving together. Somewhere in the back of his mind Steve knew this was strange—was beyond strange to be making out with the guy who beat your face in. But oddly enough Steve craved it. And it seemed like Billy did too.

They weren’t even doing much, just kissing like middle schooler in a movie theater. Billy’s hand gently tracing through Steve’s hair. The kiss was soft like before, but persistent like they both needed it.

Steve heard the echo of the phone ringing in the kitchen. Billy pulled back. He scrambled off the chair, franticly slid open the door, running inside to answer. Steve followed. He slid the door closed as Billy answered the phone.

“Susan?” Billy asked softly. The person on the phone said something that made Billy flinch a tiny bit. “Yes sir, Max and the other girl are upstairs asleep, all the boys are in the living room.” a long pause filled with Billy staring at the floor, eyes shining again. “Yes sir.” he says again.

The commotion must have woken Dustin up because he sleepily walks into the kitchen rubbing his eyes, glancing between Steve and Billy. Steve just makes a motion for Dustin to go back to bed.

“Of course, no I’m not-I wouldn’t lie-” Billy is cut off by the person on the phone again. Dustin shrugs and turns back towards the living room. “I-yeah, yes sir.”

Billy seems to stare at the floor for a long time after the call is finished. He’s still holding the phone to his ear, the dial tone buzzing loud enough for Steve to hear. Billy’s hands shake as he puts the phone back on the wall, wiping his face. That’s when Steve sees how red his eyes are, tears threatening to leak out.

“Was that you’re dad?” Steve asks, stepping closer.

“Can we just go back outside?” Billy whispers.

“Wanna go to the den? It’ll be warm,” Steve says. Billy softly nods, wiping his face again. Steve takes his hand gently and leads him through dining room and down the hall to the den.

They fall onto the overstuffed couch. Steve’s mother hated the couch but couldn’t be bothered to get rid of it. They sat next to each other just holding hands.

“Are you going to be okay when you and Max go home?” Steve asks quietly.

“It’ll be fine,” is all Billy says. Steve really wants hug him like he would Nancy, but it doesn’t feel like Billy wants that.

“What do you want to do?” Steve asks, half expecting Billy to say he wants to drink or smoke.

“I wanna sit here and not be alone,” he says so quietly Steve thinks he miss heard him. “I just don’t want to be alone.”

Steve grips his hand harder, Billy glancing up to look at Steve.

“I’m almost always alone,” he says like it’s a secret. “There’s always people, but I’m still alone. People want me but they don’t want me, they want this person that they’ve made in their mind.” Steve felt a strange type of comradery bloom in his chest at Billy’s statement

“I kinda get that.” Steve says quietly. They meet eyes. Billy grips his hand back just as hard, intertwining their fingers. Billy glanced away, swallowing thickly, adam’s apple bobbing. He seemed to steady himself before speaking.

“I promise not to be an ass to you, no matter where we are.” he said so softly that Steve thought he imagined it. “I haven’t been fair to you. I was,” he stopped himself to think. “I am angry and mean and I hurt people.”

“I used to be an asshole. It just takes the right incentive sometimes, like people you care about. And I think you care more than you’d like to admit.” Steve said gently. He gently pushed Billy over so he was laying down on the couch. Billy laughed a little. “Now get some sleep, Billiam.”

“Nooo!” Billy whined at the shitty nickname. Steve just fell back onto the arm of the couch, snickering softly.

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thecreelhouse · 4 years

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Kill the Lights // Chapter 4

Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Read chapter 3 here!

Summary: After Violet- formally 003, a telekinetic, electrokenetic, and clairvoyant 19 year old- loses her first family, her first love, nothing is the same. She finds herself taken in by Hopper and El, struggling to find her footing and meaning to keep fighting. The Party, especially Steve Harrington, try to show her where her strengths have been hiding all along, and that no one has to fight their battles alone. Sometimes you don’t need to be rescued, but someone’s love and support while you rescue yourself sure doesn’t hurt.

Word count: 2,789 (this is the second half of what would have been one whole chapter lmfao but anywayyy)

Content warnings: PTSD, mentions of abuse, and a whole lotta heartwarming fluff this chapter.

Author’s note: howdy y’all!! I’ve been genuinely shocked that anyone likes this story at all and it’s been really really reaaaaally cool to see anyone read this, so thank you!!! (I know like... 10 notes on a fic ain’t much, but I really didn’t think anyone would read this?? So I’m really thankful 🥺) feedback is always appreciated!! 💜 this chapter is a bit short compared to the last few- technically this is the second half of what chapter 3 would have been if I kept it whole lol. It’s mostly dialogue between Violet and Steve (it’s soft bitch hours y’all!!!!) and probably the most fluffy and wholesome chapter yet. Also I’ve mentioned before how both the title of the fic and each chapter title are from certain songs I’ve been listening to while writing- so I was wondering if y’all would be interested in me sharing the whole playlist?? Let me know! Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 4: Misguided Ghosts

The sun was starting to set, painting the skies in shades of purple, pink and orange. Sunsets were one of those simple things that brought Violet more comfort than most. Sunrises, too. She never had the luxury of enjoying either during her life in the lab. She rarely saw the sun, if at all.

They were reminders that she made the right choice, leaving, that is. The simple beauty of the world made her wonder how anyone could lock another human away for indefinite amounts of time. How could someone take that away from another human being?

The kids were catching fireflies in mason jars around the cabin, while Hopper was snoring away, knocked out on the old glider on the porch. Violet and Steve watched the kids running and playing from the hood of his car. The kids were teaching El all about fireflies, and her eyes lit up with the same curiosity they held when Violet taught her about honeybees earlier. A feeling of contentment settled across her heart; this was what it was like to be a part of something. A group of people with love and care. A family.

“So... what can’t you do?” Steve asked Violet while gazing at the sky’s changing colors. He was leaned back on his hands, while Violet had her knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around them tight.

“Hm.” Violet pretended to think for a second. “I can’t make a grilled cheese without burning at least one of the slices of bread.”

“No way, I refuse to believe a person as cool as you has a hard time making grilled fucking cheese.” He laughed, and she joined along.

“It’s true! Hopper tried teaching me last week, and it was a disaster.”

“Okay, well there’s your first mistake, having Hopper teach you.”

The laughter only grew between the two, and Violet sensed he was more relaxed than earlier. She held herself back from reading his thoughts, though. It wasn’t fair to him in such vulnerable moments.

“Yeah, good point. He thinks feeding El Eggos every morning is a proper breakfast.” She giggled as she rested her head on her knees while looking over to Steve.

The laughter died down, and a quiet fell over them, but it was comfortable. The kids laughing and yelling in the distance filled the gap of total silence. Steve continued watching them.

“You seem to be a really good influence on them.” Violet brought up after a few minutes. Steve turned to her. “They need that... at least from what I know and sense. Especially Dustin, he really seems to look up to you. My sister really values your impact on the group, too.”

“You sense that too?”

“Nah. I can’t break through to her that way. Not sure if it’s just a conflicting thing between our abilities, but she’s one of the few I can’t sense those things with. Can’t read her either. She tells me, though. Any time you drop her off from spending time with everyone, she always says how grateful she is that the group has you. She’s told me that she’s thankful for Jonathan and Nancy, too, but they haven’t impacted the Party as much as you.”

Steve ducked his head down, bashfully smiling. “Bet she just says that because I give her and her boyfriend rides to see each other.”

Violet laughed, “Well, she’s thankful for that too. But seriously. And I can sense it from the other kids.”

“So you didn’t know all about what happened last year and the year before... with being able to read minds and all that?”

“Just bits and pieces. I knew Dustin felt lost till you kinda came around and became a mentor to him. Mike felt lost till him and El reunited. Hopper was- and still is- very worried about Will’s well being, and Joyce’s too.” Violet said, glancing back out to the group. “I just didn’t know the full details. Didn’t know how you all came to be. There’s some things with you I still don’t know.”

Steve sat up a bit, before he mumbled, “So, why haven’t you read me and my past, yet? It’s pretty much front and center in my mind almost always.”

“Common respect. You’ve never been a threat to me. None of you have. So I don’t dive that deep. I only do it if I’m worried for the person or worried to be around them.” She said. “So, don’t fuck that up, Harrington.”

“Oh, so we’re on last name basis now, huh?” He chuckled, gently shoving his shoulder against hers.

“Not quite, I don’t really have a last name.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“As far as I’m concerned, you seem to be just as much of a Hopper as El and the Chief.” Steve said quietly. Violet’s eyes began to fill with tears, happy ones, but she refused to let them fall.

“I think I still have to earn that, but maybe someday.” She smiled up at him, before picking up the previous conversation again. “I’m willing to listen if you do ever want to talk about your past, though. Judging off of what you guys told me earlier, I have a feeling it has to somewhat do with Nancy, but I don’t wanna pry.”

“Thank you. Maybe soon, yeah?” He responded. “On one condition.”

“Sure, shoot.”

“Okay, well more like two conditions.” He started. “One, I wanna keep learning about you in return for telling you stuff about me. You said earlier there’s a lot to you, and I wanna know. I wanna know what makes up who you are and who you’re growing to be.”

“Alright, that’s absolutely fair, but be prepared for a fucking mess of a story.” She said bluntly.

“You say that like I’m not a mess either.” He smiled. “And two, don’t be afraid to be honest and tell me if you sense something different with me than what I’m showing. Don’t hide it. It kinda intimidates me, honestly, but maybe it’ll push me to get my shit together and stop hiding so much on my end too.”

“Deal.” She stuck her hand out to shake his, and Steve looked at it and hesitated before shaking in return. He was in awe that she reached forward first for physical contact.

“I promise too,” she started, “I won’t read your thoughts without your permission first.”

“I promise to always respect your space. Say the word, and I’ll back off.” He responded. She nodded. “I know a lot of this isn’t easy for you, understandably so.”

“You’re making it so easy to build a friendship with you, what’s the catch here, Harrington?” She asked half jokingly.

“It’s genuine, I swear. I was a dick awhile ago, but I’m unlearning a lot of that. I don’t want to fuck up this potential friendship with my old ways. I could learn a lot of new, good things from you, too.” He said, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. Violet sensed his vulnerability, but she figured he was well aware of that on his own.

The sun was mostly set now, the woods surrounding the cabin lit up in the glow of fireflies, stars and the full moon rising. A gentle breeze pushed past them and sent shivers up Violet’s spine.

“Hey, you want my jacket? You look chilly.” Steve laughed as Violet tried to hide her chattering teeth. She shook her head.

“I’m okay!” She stuttered out, before she slid off the car. “Wait here.”

“Where else am I going to go?” Steve laughed out as she ran back into the cabin. A few seconds passed before she sprinted back out, cocooned up in the blanket Joyce gave her. Violet slid back up onto the hood, sliding a little too quickly and falling into Steve’s side. Their laughter continued, contagiously bouncing between one another.

“You warm now?” He asked, and she smiled up from the small opening her face peeked out of.

“Very!” Violet chirped back.

“I’m gonna have to take the dorks back home in a bit, wanna come for the ride?” He asked her, and her stomach flipped a bit. The idea of being included in anything at all was surreal to her still.

“Yeah, will there be room, though?” She asked as she glanced back into the windshield at the backseat.

“They can squeeze, it’s not the safest, but I drive like a total grandpa with those kids in the car.”

“And when they’re not?”

“That just depends on the day.”

Violet giggled, shaking her head at him. Steve slid off the hood, holding his arm out for her to hold onto as she slid off too.

“Let’s go round ‘em up.” He continued to hold his arm out to her, and she linked hers with his as they walked towards the party.

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An hour or so had passed, and they had just dropped the last younger teen off, who happened to be Will. The kids were squished in the backseat, minus El, who sat squished in the passenger seat with Violet as Steve drove. He stood by his word, driving slowly and safely through Hawkins as he stopped at each kid’s house. By the time the backseat cleared up a bit, El moved to the back, shortly dozing off before they got to Will’s house.

Will sleepily waved goodbye before jumping out of Steve’s car and heading towards the front door. Steve waited until he was inside and shutting the door behind him, as he always did with them. Always making sure they were safe and sound before driving off.

“She’s out like a light.” Violet spoke softly, glancing back at El.

“I think it’s safe to say they’re gonna sleep like rocks tonight. The sun definitely had to have worn them out.” Steve said, mirroring Violet’s soft tone.

Violet rested her head back on the seat, shutting her eyes for a moment. It wasn’t until Steve spoke up when she opened them to look over at him.

“Did you have a good day?” He asked, a hopeful smile played across his face as he continued to watch the road.

“Hmmm... I guess.” Violet teased, causing Steve to roll his eyes lightheartedly at her comment. “I’m kidding. I really did. It was the most fun I’ve had in awhile. Thank you.”

“I should be saying thanks to you instead.” He spoke. “I really can’t express enough how grateful I am that you’ve let us all in to your life. I know how chaotic this group can be, but they all have good hearts.”

“You guys have taken care of El and stood by her side time and time again. How couldn’t I trust you?” Violet said, a sleepy smile creeping along her face. “She may not be my sister by blood, but if the trauma at the lab doesn’t create a strong bond, I don’t know what else could. At least through all of that pain, I found her.”

“You said earlier how I’m good with the kids, and I don’t think you give yourself the same credit for how good you are to El.” Steve said, this time he glanced over at Violet, only for a second before his eyes fell on the road again. “You as a big sister to her impacts her more than you realize.”

“I don’t want her to think I’m replacing Kali, y’know?” She said. “If she ever came back around, I would let my guard down to formally meet her too. She impacted El too. Just wish her well, and hope she finds ways to direct her energy into more positive ways for herself. Living in that anger can be so toxic and it can destroy you.”

Steve nodded, staying silent to continue listening. Violet fiddled with the fringes of the blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

“I don’t blame her, though. And if El held that anger, I wouldn’t blame her either.” She said, spacing out on the road in front of her. They were reaching the edge of the woods now, closer to home than she wanted to be. She wished the ride lasted much longer.

“I still have that anger. I know if I ever saw Brenner again, I’d kill him on the spot if given the chance.” She spoke, clenching her jaw. “But I know I couldn’t live in that anger constantly. It’s unhealthy. I’d take him out so he couldn’t hurt us or anyone else ever again. I couldn’t actively seek him out though.”

“You really believe he’s still alive?” Steve hated asking, but he had to know. Violet exhaled deeply.

“Unfortunately. El has tried using her powers to find him too, but he hasn’t come up. I think he’s hiding, like the coward he is. I think he fled Hawkins after the night he killed Amy and the lab was shut down for good. He’s still out there, though. I never sensed his death. There’s an uneasy feeling present whenever I picture his worthless face in my mind.” Violet spoke, words dripping with pure hate and emotion.

She had every right to feel what she felt. She just wanted him and anyone associated with him to vanish forever. No one deserved to hurt ever again by his cruel and twisted manipulation.

Steve pulled up to the front of the cabin, throwing the car in park. His hand hovered over Violet’s for a moment, waiting for permission. She gently opened hers, palm exposed, and he softly placed his hand down. He gave a gentle squeeze while looking at her.

“You’re allowed to feel this way, y’know. I’d love to throw some punches at the bastard too, if given the chance.” He said, anger rising from genuine protection for his friends.

“While I appreciate the sentiment, Harrington, I heard you can’t win a fight for shit.” Violet stifled laughter, and Steve sighed, letting his head fall against the steering wheel.

“Vi!”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it!” She giggled. He turned his head and gave her a smirk. “I do appreciate you always being protective over us, though. I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if any of you were hurt by him. I can’t imagine it happening again.”

“It won’t, I promise. We’re like, totally pros at this whole other-dimension-monster-fighting nonsense.” He said confidently, putting Violet at ease. He knew she most likely would never need his protection; she was a strong girl, even without the psychic abilities. But those were definitely an advantage, and he knew if it came down to it, he’d probably need her protection more than she needs his.

The thought, for both of them, was comforting.

“You’re right, I absolutely don’t need your protection,” Violet said, exposing what she sensed from his feelings. It still took Steve by shock, it probably always would. Not so common to have friends that were clairvoyant. “But I’m grateful for it anyway. I’m grateful we have you.”

They were still holding hands, holding each other’s gaze, and a strong sense began to flood through Violet’s mind, but she fought it as best as she could. She didn’t want to take advantage of knowing the details of how vulnerable Steve felt in this moment.

“Sorry, I uh-“ Steve cleared his throat, and pulled his hand away, Violet frowning at the loss of touch. “I should let you guys get to bed.”

“Don’t apologize. Thank you, Steve. For everything, today and just... just in general. I’m really happy we’ve become friends.” Violet said softly, smiling at Steve. He smiled back, before glancing at El in the backseat, who still snoozed away.

“Don’t have to thank me, that’s just what friends are for. Family, too.” He said in return. “Want help carrying El in?”

“Nah, I got her, thanks though.” Violet said as she opened her door, glancing back at Steve. “See you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yeah, absolutely, Violet.” He said smiling, but feeling a little bummed at the sight of her leaving the car. Violet gently shut the door, and opened the backseat door to pull El out to carry her inside. It was a funny sight, considering she wasn’t much taller than El, but still carried the younger girl with ease.

“C’mon, kiddo. Ya wore me out today.” Violet whispered to El, waving to Steve as she walked up to the cabin’s front door.

As Violet walked in and went to close the door behind her, she saw Steve wait until she was inside, safe and sound, just like he did for the rest of his friends. Her heart swelled with joy. She had a friend, a real, true friend.

Things were beginning to look up and settle down, finally.

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apomaro-mellow · 10 months

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S01E04: Say Yes to the Mess

S01E03

In the living room, Robin checked things off a clipboard while Steve packed them into a duffel bag.

"Flashlight?"

"Check."

"Goggles?"

"Check."

"Umbrella?"

"Check."

"Is all of this really necessary?", El asked, sitting on the arm of the couch.

"I have to watch you little brats all day. I can't be too prepared", Steve said.

"Rope?", Robin continued.

"Check."

"First aid kit?"

"Check."

"You goin' to war, son?", Jim asked when he came in from the kitchen.

"I'm taking El and her friends wherever they wanna go today."

Jim whistled. "Lost another bet?"

"Last time I make a bet while being hi-iiiigh on life", Steve stuttered, trying to cover his tracks. "High on life. Because Jonathan and I are such best buds."

"Uh-huh. Buds, right", Jim was obviously unconvinced. "You expect trouble?"

"I'm rolling with the same kids who tried to Frankenstein a dead frog in Joyce's kitchen", Steve said.

"You wanna borrow the hand saw?"

"The 14 or the 20?", Steve asked.

"Take the 20."

"Hand saw, check", Robin said.

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"I can't believe this is happening!", Dustin shouted as he got into Steve's car. El, Mike and Will were already in the backseat. Dustin reserved shotgun for the day, part of the agreement.

"Sooo, how exactly was this gonna work?", Steve asked. "Because we still need to get Lucas and Max but oh, there's no more room in the car. Guess we need to cancel."

"We have a plan for that, duh", Mike said.

"Just drive", Dustin said. "Remember, today you have to say yes to everything we ask you to do."

"Anything", Mike pressed.

"Yeah, yeah." Steve started towards Lucas' house where Max was sure to be waiting. They got there and found that Eddie's van was waiting in front of the house as well.

Steve looked to Dustin, who was grinning, then to Mike, who was looking at him like he was an idiot, then Will, who gave him a pitying look.

"No. No!"

"You can't say that!", Dustin exclaimed.

"It's a Yes Day", El pressed, giving him big eyes.

"No, El, no not the puppy dog eyes", Steve groaned.

She put out her bottom lip in a pout.

"Uuuugghh, I regret teaching you that. Okay. Let's go."

Now Steve was riding shotgun in Eddie Munson's van, with a gaggle of kids in the backseat, on their way to a breakfast of ice cream sundaes.

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"Alright, kids are gone. Zero distractions. Time to get this cable situation figured out", Jim said to himself. He dialed a number on the house phone.

"Hello-"

"Hey, this is Jim Hopper-"

"Welcome to our automated call center. Please listen to our list of options in order to be directed. To hear a repeat, press pound."

Jim let out a sigh and slouched against the couch.

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Steve was smirking. "Had enough yet Mike?"

"Mmmmno", Mike said through a mouthful of ice cream. The empty bowls sat in front of him and he was well into his fourth.

"Mike, come on, just give up so we can go", Lucas said.

"We didn't plan to spend all day eating ice cream", Dustin added.

"I think he can do it", El said encouragingly.

Mike took another bite with a shaky hand. He swallowed with a heavy gulp.

"No shame in admitting defeat, Wheeler", Eddie said.

Defiant, Mike took another bite, laden with whipped cream and cherry, then his eyes bulged out. He stood and rushed into the parlor's bathroom, the other boys following behind. Max rolled her eyes and led El over to the claw machine in the corner.

"Soo how did you get roped into this again?", Eddie asked when they were alone at the table.

"I lost another bet to Jonathan." Steve stuck his spoon into his own, nearly done bowl and ate a bite of his ice cream. "And how did they enlist you? Actually, how do you even know them?"

"I was at the middle school, helping out with the drama club, came up on some less than pleasant fellows giving your little brood a problem. I scared 'em off, no big deal."

"Oh...well, thanks for looking out for them, man."

"Steve Harrington showing some grace, who would've thought?"

"Come on man, I'm not a complete asshole", Steve said.

"Steve! Come win this thing for us!", Max shouted after having failed the claw a third time.

"Can a guy get a please?", Steve said as he got up anyway.

Eddie watched him, a small smile forming. "Yeah...not a complete one..."

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Jim was in the middle of making a sandwich, phone still playing some hold music.

"How many people could possibly be calling right now? And more importantly, how many people do they have employed? Shouldn't take forever and a day to get off their asses to answer a goddamn ca-"

"Hello, you've reached customer services. How may I help you today?", a woman's voice on the other end finally answered.

Jim scrambled to get the phone at the table. "Hey, hey, hello, um, I was calling about these uh, packages you guys have."

Unbeknownst to Jim, Joyce Byers was sitting comfortably at her kitchen table, receiving his call.

"Alright sir and which of our packages were you interested in?"

"Uh, would you mind telling me about them?", he asked.

"Why don't you start by telling me about your family and your viewing needs?"

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"I know I can't say no to anything today but-"

"Then shut up and enjoy the ride", Dustin said.

"Please tell me that's a joke."

"Obviously", Lucas said. "Who would take that seriously, honestly?"

"Whose idea was this again though?", Mike asked.

"El's", Will answered.

And Steve could never say no to El even if it wasn't a forced Yes Day against his will.

"What have you got against the zoo, Harrington?", Eddie asked as the kids ran up to the first exhibit.

"The smells? The lack of babes? And just being boring in general?"

"Now look at those smiling faces and tell me this is boring", Eddie gestured to the group looking at the tiger exhibit. "Besides, I'm at least a 7/10."

They went through the zoo, Lucas was particularly interested in the bird pavilion, while Max was really interested in the snakes. Of course, when they asked Steve to buy them all corn dogs he had to say yes. Eventually they did break off for a bit. El wanted to go to the petting zoo. Steve, Eddie, and Will went along with her.

Dustin and Mike wanted to look at the reptile house again while Lucas and Max went off on their own. Steve didn't ask where. Steve snapped a few pics while El petted a very friendly goat. She looked up at him with a smile and then looked off to the side and suddenly bubbled up with laughter. Steve looked over to find Eddie with a very hefty armful of ducklings.

"Hey you guys. Look at all the ducks I give", he grinned.

Despite himself, Steve laughed and took a picture.

Carefully Eddie put the ducks down and crouched to pet each one on the head. The sound of quick footsteps approached and Lucas practically threw himself at the fence, Max not too far behind.

"Steve! You gotta come quick! Those dipwads have Mike and Dustin!"

He bolted immediately, finding the two kids cornered in a dark section of the reptile house. But it wasn't just their bully classmates. There was a high schooler with them too.

"Dirk Baret? Since when do you pick on kids?", Steve asked, arms crossed. The other two kids, Steve didn't know their names, had Mike and Dustin in headlocks.

"Since they cause problems. What's it to you Harrington?"

"Let 'em go and it won't be anything."

"I'll do that once I teach a lesson. They need to learn who not to mess with."

Steve cracked his knuckles. "Sounds like a lesson you need to learn."

"You gonna take me on by yourself?", Dirk sneered.

Steve was about to answer when Eddie came up to the scene, panting and bending over. "Jesus...Christ...you're fast."

"The hell is Munson doing here?"

Eddie stood up straight. "I think the better question is what're you doing getting involved with literal children."

Dirk looked between the two of them. "What is this? Are you just...hanging out?"

Steve looked unsure. "Uh..."

"Stop changing the subject, you have a choice to make", Eddie said. "Square up or hit the bricks."

Dirk sucked his teeth with a grimace. "You two!", he shouted to the ones holding Dustin and Mike back. "We're outta here."

"What?", one dared to question.

"Just shut up and let's go. I won't forget this Harrington, Munson."

Steve ignored him and went to Mike and Dustin. "You guys okay?"

"My neck is killing me and I was subjected to Cheeto breath, but yeah, I'm fine", Dustin said.

"You guys got here fast", Mike said, astonished. "Well, one of you did", he looked to Eddie.

"So sue me for not keeping up with a jock", Eddie threw his hands up.

Steve let out a sigh and led them out of the reptile house, figuring they were done with the zoo for today.

"I just can't believe you jumped into action so quick", Dustin said.

"You all annoy the crap out of me….But I'd kill for you", Steve said.

Lucas smiled. "You know it's interesting you'd say that-"

"Not. Literally."

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"So I believe we've landed on a package best suited for you", Joyce said. "We've got sports for you and your son, science channels for your daughter, news, and a couple of movie channels. That all sound good to you?"

"It sounds perfect actually. We've got something for everyone", Jim said. "I can't thank you enough for this, you've really been a great help uh, what was your name again?"

"Oh, it's Joyce."

"Byers?!"

"Hopper?!"

Jim hung up, then got up and closed his blinds for extra measure, despite Joyce knowing he'd be home.

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Eddie pulled up to Lucas' house, where they left Steve's car. All the kids piled out like it was a clown car. Eddie took a breath before speaking once all the kids were out.

"I got a question for you Harrington."

"What is it?"

Eddie's eyes met his. "Do you think we could ever be friends?"

Steve didn't answer immediately. And when he did open his mouth, Eddie held up a hand.

"Hold that thought. When you answer, I want to be on a day when you're not obligated to say yes. I'll see you around, okay?"

"Yeah. See you around."

Steve got out and went to his car, ignoring the kids' arguments about who was getting shotgun on the way home. Max squeezed her way in by sitting across El and Mike's laps.

"How was your Yes Day?", Jim asked when they got home.

"Fun!", El exclaimed, beaming.

"Um, enlightening?", Steve said. "You?"

"Uh...same", Jim said, looking out the window to the Byers residence.

Episode 5

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #the party #steddie #jopper

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Remember the scene between mileven in 3x6 where after her and Billy have that moment when she’s in the void and she screams and collapses into mikes arms? I loved that scene so maybe you could write something like that but with the reader and Steve. Maybe the reader could be like Eleven and she went into the void to find Billy and she witnessed something like Steve getting hurt by the mind flayer or something and when she comes out she’s scared that it was real but he is there to comfort her

Okay, first of all, I LOVE this idea. this was a blast for me to write. thank you for the idea! Second, I hope you like it. It’s a tad bit long, but I wanted to build some back story before I jumped into it.Thank you again for this!!

-Always- Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington x reader

Masterlist

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I had no idea there were others like me. Others that had gotten away from that insane lab. I had been cast aside at a young age from their tortuous program, my powers deemed too weak for their needs. I tried to grow up normally, getting adopted by a sweet older couple in Hawkins, going to school, trying to have friends, but it just got harder as I got older.

So when I found out that there was someone else like me, that could move things, and see things in their mind, that had some sort of connection with that messy lab program and with the other world, I got intrigued. When we finally made a connection, it was through Johnathan Byers, who was one of my few friends in school. I had gone to his house to fight the monsters. I wanted to help, but I had hidden my powers away from the real world for so long, practicing them at home, alone, I was afraid they would look at me weird. I was afraid they wouldn’t see me as the normal person I craved to be. I spent so much of my life trying to study and be scholastic so I would look normal. I made myself love art, and books, and the outdoors. I was kept in the lab for five years, and I never felt grass under my feet. I didn’t want to lose that feeling again by exposing myself.

So when I was at Johnathan’s house with Nancy Wheeler and a completely oblivious Steve Harrington, I was going to downplay my abilities and try to help in a normal way. Steve and Nancy knew of me, but didn’t know much about me. They were part of that popular crowd in school. Something I had always wanted, but could never achieve.

I held up a crowbar as we waited for the monster to appear. Johnathan and Nancy were ready, and Steve was practically vibrating with confusion and fear. When the monster appeared, we tried to fight as best we could. At one point, it had gotten dangerously close to Steve, and I had to step in. I took a deep breath, held my hand out, and made a motion like I was throwing the creature across the room and it went flying. I felt blood trickle out of my nose as I held the monster in place while Johnathan threw the lighter at it.

After the monster was gone, Johnathan, Nancy, and Steve all just stared at me. I wiped the blood from my face and stared at my feet.

“I guess I have some explaining to do, huh?” I mumbled. Johnathan put his hand on my arm and gently smiled at me.

“I have someone for you to meet.” He said.

So fast forward a few years, and I had become very close with the people I had met during our fight against what they called the “Upside Down”. Johnathan and Nancy were dating now, and I had gotten a lot closer with Steve, who worked at the newly built Starcourt mall scooping ice cream with a really nice girl named Robin. El and I had basically become sisters, and I had gained the trust of Chief Hopper enough that I could take El places, and long as we were discreet, since I understood the importance of hiding what we could really do. So one day, I decided to take her to the mall to visit Steve and just feel normal. We picked up Max and headed towards the mall.

“Do you like Steve?” El asked blatantly. I felt my cheeks get red and I kept my eyes on the road and my jaw dropped. Max giggled from the backseat.

“I uh…I mean, we’re friends. He’s been very nice to me since finding out about us. He seems like a good guy.” I stumbled through the words.

“But do you like him?” Max chimed in, leaning on the back of my seat.

“Uh…Oh, I don’t know…maybe.” I said. “He is pretty cute.”

The girls laughed as we found a parking spot. We walked in to the mall and they wanted to get ice cream right away. I walked with them, afraid of what they’d say to Steve once we got there.

And boy, I should have been afraid.

“Ahoy there! Oh, hey girls, what’s up?” Steve said, looking from El to Max and finally to me. The girls looked at each other, and then also looked at me, and I shot them a glance.

“Just brought the kiddos for some ice cream.” I said, putting my hand on Max’s shoulder and squeezing it subtly.

“Can I have vanilla with whipped cream and sprinkles?” El asked, her eyes wide looking at Steve. He started scooping and Max looked over her shoulder at me.

“Just tell him.” She whispered. I shook my head.

“No way.” I mumbled.

“If you don’t I will.” She said. I went red in the face, willing to call her bluff.

“What do you want, Max?” Steve asked, handing El her cone.

“I want you to go on a date with Y/n.” She said. My face froze, as did Steve’s. We awkwardly locked eyes and then looked at the floor. Max spun around to face me.

“Told you I’d do it.” She turned back to Steve. “But also can I have a scoop of strawberry and a scoop of banana with fudge?”

Steve bashfully scooped the ice cream.

“C’mon El, let’s sit at a table.” Max said, eyeing me up and steering El away from the counter.

“What..uh…what can I get you?” Steve asked, trying to force a smile at me. I awkwardly shuffled and shoved my hands in my pockets.

“I’m sorry about Max. We were just talking about something on the way over here and she took it the wrong way.” I said. Steve’s eyes dropped and then flashed back up at me.

“Let me get you my favorite.” Steve said, ignoring my awkwardness. I smiled as he scooped ice cream, turned his back and fiddled with putting a napkin around the cone. I handed him money and sat with the girls.

“So?” Max asked, looking at me with big sparkling eyes. “When’s the date?”

“We didn’t talk about that.” I said, taking the napkin off my cone and sitting it on the table.

“Why not?” Max said.

“We can only do so much for you.” El said.

“Also, if you’re not going on a date, what’s that?” Max said, pointing to the napkin I took off my cone. There was some writing on it in pen.

Tomorrow. 6:00. Griddle Flip’s Diner?

I blushed hard and glanced over at Steve, who was wiping off the counter and we made eye contact. He smiled, I smiled back, and in that moment, I tuned out Max and El’s kissy noises and Oooo’s they were making. It was just me and Steve in that ice cream shop.

Our first date was amazing. For me, I had never been on a date, and it was everything I’d dreamed and seen in movies. Steve and I went to an all night breakfast diner and ordered big stacks of pancakes and waffles. We told stories, learned about each other, and just laughed all night. I’d never laughed like Steve made me laugh. There was a customer at the table near us being incredibly mean to the waitress, and I used my powers to flip his obvious toupee off of his shiny bald head as Steve and I were walking out. Steve could barely contain his laughter as we opened the door to his car and he just lost it when we got in. I laughed with him. He drove me back to my house and parked in the driveway.

“This…this was incredible.” I said. “Thank you for listening to Max, Steve.”

“Of course. It’s…it’s been a long time coming. Max really did me a favor by just doing it.” He said. I looked into his big brown shiny eyes and smiled. They were like pools of melted chocolate and I was mesmerized by them. He leaned over, and I nervously leaned into him, knowing what was next. It was our first beautiful, gentle, electric kiss.

“Wow.” I whispered when we pulled away.

When Billy Hargrove had started acting weird, we had all taken interest. When Will confirmed that the mindflayer was back, I vowed to do anything to protect these kids, and Steve. Especially Steve.

“I…I can’t find him.” El said, her nose bleeding. “Wait…there he is…” She went silent, blindfold over her eyes. Mike waited patiently next to her, waiting for any news but also to be there for her when she came out of it.

“I…I lost him.” She said, pulling the blindfold up. Mike handed her a warm washcloth for her nose.

“Let me try.” I said, taking the blindfold from her. She leaned into Mike as he held her up, offering her a glass of water.

Right before I put the blindfold on, Steve gently rubbed my back and whispered “be careful”. I nodded and covered my eyes, drowning out the noise around me.

I stood in complete darkness, only able to look down at myself. I squinted into the pitch black before I could make out a moving shape.

It was Billy. Just Billy, no mindflayer. He was standing…somewhere. I moved towards him, gently shuffling my feet to try and not let him know I was watching. There was something off about this. As I got closer, I could see the outline of the mall in the background. Billy was facing the mall, hands on his hips, just staring at it. I got up to right behind him and started to reach out to him. He stepped forward, never looking back at me, and went into the mall. I followed him, and when I entered the mall, it was brightly lit but empty. Billy stood in the middle of the atrium of the mall, just looking around. I slowly walked towards him, still looking all around me.

Billy started laughing, looking over and making eye contact with me. I wouldn’t let my eyes leave him. I heard voices in the distance that sounded like Steve and Dustin, but I ignored them, keeping my eyes on Billy. That’s when I heard the thunderous steps of him. The mind flayer. He stomped through one of the stores, ripping everything down in his path. He walked up behind Billy, and then past Billy towards me. I stood my ground, but still was a little afraid. The mind flayer walked right up to me, putting two of his limbs on either side of me and lowering his face to my level. I held my breath as he opened his jaws and started to advance towards me.

“Hey! Asshole!” I heard. I looked over to see Steve, in his Scoops uniform, with the kids, throwing things at the mind flayer. The mind flayer spun around quickly, knocking things over and screaming his horrible noises. He raised a limb and bashed Steve in the side, knocking him about twenty feet away.

“NO!” I screamed, but it felt like a whisper. The mind flayer advanced on Steve’s unconscious body, and extending an appendage at him, started tearing into his abdomen. I screamed out and fell to my knees, watching blood pool under Steve’s body as the mind flayer turned back to me, and then I felt myself falling…falling…until it went black and I screamed, ripping the blindfold off my eyes. I panted hard, feeling blood covering the lower half of my face, in true panic. I spun around, looking for Steve.

“Hey, hey, hey, baby, calm down.” Steve said, putting his arms around me. I felt his stomach, and breathed again when he was in one piece.

“The mall…he’s at the mall…something with Billy and the mall….” I breathed. “I saw him…Steve…I saw him….He just ripped you apart….I can’t….I don’t want to think of it…” I sobbed into Steve’s chest as he gripped me closely. I felt El’s hand on my shoulder. I shook uncontrollably. The image of Steve’s body…I couldn’t get it out of my head.

“I’m here. I’m okay. Look, see?” Steve said, making me look up at him. I calmed my breathing eventually and Mike and Steve let El and I lay down in El’s room. I was afraid to close my eyes, so I just stared at the ceiling. Eventually there was a soft knock and I saw Steve come in the room.

“How are you holding up?” He whispered. I sat up and held my arms out, wanting him to just hold me.

“Steve…I think I love you. Like, a lot.” I said as he put his arms around me and we sat on the floor.

“I think I love you too. Seeing you scared like that…I hated it.” He said, rubbing my back and arm. I leaned into him. “I want nothing more than to protect you from that thing.”

“Just…always be with me…” I whispered.

“I promise…I’ll always be with you.” He said, kissing the side of my head. “Always.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harringon fluff #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic

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serendipitousrambles · 5 years

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One Summer Can Change Everything

Chapter Three: Every little thing is gonna be alright

(AO3)

"Good morning everyone!" Dustin cheerfully smiled, waiting by the van already. Will was already sat inside, his head falling against the window as he tried to fight off sleep.

"Someone's a morning person." Max commented, noticing Dustin's demeanor.

"I slept well."

"Some of us didn't. " Will grumpily mumbled. "He snored all night. Next time someone else is sharing rooms with him."

The girls laughed, Max climbing in next to Will.

"Where's Mike and Lucas?" El looked around.

"They're probably still sleeping." Max poked her head out of the van. "Tell them to hurry up. I'm starving."

The plan was to go get breakfast at a local diner and then on to their next stop.

"I'll go." El offered, running through the parking lot.

She was about to knock on their door when Mike opened it, mid sentence.

"You'll just have to do it first before she does- El!"

"Is everything...ok?" She raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

Mike nodded, "Yep, totally normal. Why wouldn't it be?"

She wasn't buying it, but something told her she could get it out of him later.

He grabbed her hand as they made their way back to the van, Lucas running along ahead.

"Mike, boyfriends don't lie." El tugged on his hand, holding back a little. She could see their friends waiting for them. "What were you and Lucas talking about?"

He sighed, hesitating. "We're good right? You and me?"

She tried to read his face, it was so serious. "Yeah?"

"We can make it work? Me being at college?"

El looked over at their friends briefly before looking back at Mike. "Is that what you're worried about?"

She laughed softly, cupping his face in her hands. "We've survived worse. And we love each other. A little bit of distance can't change that."

He leaned into her touch. "But won't it be too hard? Not seeing each other every day?"

She shrugged, "It's going to be hard. But we'll be ok." She went quiet, lowering her hands. "What's suddenly gotten into you?"

He shrugged. "I don't know...I guess I miss you already. Even though we're still together."

He did. He missed her so much, even when she was right there. The thought of not being able to see her every day was terrifying, and after hearing Max's conversation he wondered if she felt the same. But El was right. They could get through anything.

El moved her hands, wrapping them around his middle and looking up at him, her chin on his chest. She loved him so much. "We still have the whole summer."

He smiled, squeezing her tightly. Her conversation with Max was private and between them. He wouldn't intrude, he wouldn't ask El if Max really was going to dump Lucas before college. He'd instead try and focus on the now. On his own relationship.

"Come on lovebirds!" Dustin shouted. "These pancakes aren't gonna eat themselves!"

El grabbed Mike's hand and pulled him towards the van.

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It was Dustin's turn to drive, so he took them a few miles away to find a diner for breakfast.

Mike jumped out the van first, holding out a hand to help El down. Lucas watched, trying to decide whether he should do the same for Max but she'd already climbed out after Will.

"I'm starving." Dustin climbed into the booth, grabbing a menu. "Oh man, chocolate chip pancakes?!"

Will pulled out the map and spread it across the table, "We still have a few days before 4th July."

He pointed to a random place in California. The plan was to go there and watch fireworks on the beach, something Max used to do as a kid.

"So...any suggestions on how to get there?"

Lucas leaned over the table to get a better view. "I think we should just keep driving. Take this route," he traced a line from Illinois through the middle of the map. "I think we should see the Grand Canyon."

"Ready to order?" The waitress came over, looking at the huge map across the table. "You kids going somewhere?"

"We're on a road trip." Lucas explained and the lady smiled nostalgically. She was in her mid fifties.

"I remember those days. You look like a close group."

"Some of us closer than others." Dustin gave a remark, glancing over at Mike who had his arm around El.

The lady laughed at Mike's expression, "That's so sweet. You remind me of my husband and I. We got married straight after high school."

"Really?" Mike glanced quickly at El before looking up at the waitress.

But she didn't seem to really listen, flipping through her notebook mindlessly. "Alright, what can I get you?"

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After breakfast they headed back out on the road. Max and El were sat together reading a magazine El had brought along with her while Dustin drove and Will navigated.

"If Max is gonna break up with me, maybe I should do it first?" Lucas whispered to Mike in the backseats. "She's always the one to do it but this time I'll do it."

"You don't know she's going to break up with you. El and I can make it work long distance so why can't you?"

"You don't know that Mike. Max has convinced El to break up with you before."

"We were 14 that didn't count!" Mike raised his voice causing the girls to glance over before returning to their magazine. "I'm just saying maybe you're overreacting."

" You think I'm overreacting? The drama queen himself is telling me I'm overreacting." Lucas folded his arms. "This is ridiculous."

"Fine. Do whatever." Mike looked out the window at the blur of trees passing by. They had headed out of the city and into more foresty areas.

Dustin decided to pull over, parking on the side of the road. It wasn't busy and there was nothing but woods for miles around.

"Will says there's a lake nearby. Hope you all packed your swimsuits."

El, Max, and Will all jumped out of the van running through the woods where the lake was visible through a clearing. Lucas and Mike slowly got out, Dustin giving them a strange look.

"Are you ok?"

"I just don't feel like swimming." Lucas shrugged.

El came running back through the trees, grabbing Mike by the arm, "Come on, Mike!"

She ran with him following her, giving Lucas an apologetic look over his shoulder.

"It's nothing." Lucas assured Dustin. "I'll race you to the lake?"

Dustin adjusted his cap. He'd had to get a new one after giving his original to Suzie. Surprisingly the relationship didn't last that long and he was too awkward to get it back from her.

"You're on."

#oscce #mike wheeler #el hopper #mileven #lumax #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #dustin henderson #will byers

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halfofwhatisayismeaningless · 5 years

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Fat Bottomed Girls. // Joe Mazzello. (Requested).

As you can see I love to write about empowered women.

Remember you can find the spanish version under the english one.

Request. A mix of @joe-mazzellhoe and @themazzello 's requests.

Summary: Joe meets the reader in a pub where she is playing with her band. (Y/N) is a plus-size women.

Words: 1,6k

Warnings: smoking.

READER’S POV.

- Maybe the Luke's guitar should sound louder. - you suggested Bob while the other two musicians played.

- Try the volume of your bass, let's see if you like the mix I prepared. - you played your bass and lifted up your thumb in approval. - Sing. - you talked on the microphone "lalalala". - now the chorus. - Luke and Mike sung. - Perfect, see you in an hour guys.

- I'm going to smoke. - you said jumping off the stage. You went out by the backdoor of the bar while you light a cigar. You had to stop smoking that shit.

You started the "Dark Place" project three years before. A cover band, you and two friends, Luke and Mike, guitarist and drummer. A year after Bob joined, the keyboardist and mixer, a madman of musical engineering. And you, (Y/N), bass player and singer, unusual combination, but if Paul McCartney cans, why wouldn't you?

You started smoking the cigar. That bar was where you played every two Saturdays. You loved it, not only being in front of an audience, you were paid for doing that, no much, but enough. You took out that night's setlist, you liked it, you were going to try two new covers and a new song which Luke wrote. You unlocked your phone and put on your earphones. You had one hour to rest and concentrate.

Your bandmates were really weird. Luke was the writer of most of the songs, of the music, at lyrics he was bad as hell. He's really shy until he takes the guitar, but he doesn't say a word unless he's in a "safe space". Even so, he was tall, handsome and mysterious, because of that the dressing room was full of girls after the concerts. Although however the flirting one was Mike, he isn't as good looking as Luke, but is hilarious and know what the girls like. But without any doubt the weirdest one was Bob. You hadn't talk with him more than twice outside concerts or rehearsals. When the concert ended he didn't wait a minute to get off of there, without helping to pick up the things. You beared with it because he is the best at his work. He can mix any song and make it sound like the original one in just a second. And we didn't have to hire sound technician, he would control everything.

You saw the back door open up, Luke went out and sat by your side, you offered him a cigar.

- No, thanks.

- Is Lucy coming tonight?

- I don't know, haven't talked to her in some days.

You nodded, you didn't understand your friends relationships. Maybe because you hadn't have anything similar to that. You had been struggling a lot of time trying to love yourself, and after some years it looked like your weight wasn't an obstacle to talk with other person. It wasn't even an obstacle to go to the stage. But it was an obstacle to have spontaneous relationships.

JOE’S POV.

When Joe went to turn off the lights of the living room he looked at the couch with desire. He was going out with the Bohemian Rhapsody guys, but he was sad and he fancied a night at the couch watching shit on TV or listening to sad music.

It hadn't happened nothing, but it was one of those days when you are just sad. For Joe those days were weird, he wasn't used to be sad. Maybe since his dad had died he was having more days like that one, but it was normal. Even so he knew that going out with the boys would make him happier, it would be only 15 minutes of faking a smile until he smiled without making any effort. His phone started making a sound, it was Gwil.

- We are at your street.

- Give me a minute.

He shut off all the lights and pick up his black jacket. It was starting to be cold in the nights, there in New York. When he got to the front door he found Gwil's car parked in front.

- What's up boys? - he went to the backseat, next to Rami.

- My dearest Joe! - Ben shouted. - it's normal that you are late, look how handsome.

- Thank you, darling. - Joe winked at Ben. - Where are we going.

- To a pub where (Ben says) there's good music.

- Let's go then.

While they were on the car, through the streets of Brooklyn, the four friends told each others what had been doing during the past. They wouldn't have thought that after finishing part of the press tour they would still seeing each others.

The pub was small, but there was a lot of people, most of them looking to the small stage on corner of the room. It was dark, so that was good for them, not to get recognised was good sometimes. They ordered beer and chips and stayed standing up, next to the bar.

- Do you know the band that plays today? - Rami asked Ben.

- Yes, they are one of the best bands that play here. The girl is really good. - Joe nodded, he was starting to feel better.

After some minutes talking Joe, who was facing the stage, saw a girl going out. Black jeans, plaid shirt and grey t-shirt. She had her hair in a ponytail and a red bandana around her head. She looked like a plus size model, one of that empowered women who didn't care about what society said about them. It was Joe's kind of girl. She took the bass and talked to the microphone.

- Good night everybody. Me and other persons that are about to come to the stage are "Dark Place". Let's give them a big applause, to Luke, on the guitar; Mike, at the drums and Bob, with the keyboards and the mixing stuff. I'm (Y/N) bassist and singer.

The other boys went out, they started to play "Are You Gonna Be My Girl, by Jet. They were good, very good. The singer was spectacular, knowing how hard is to sing and play the bass at the same time. Joe was surprised of how much self-confidence she had. He felt stuff going on his tummy when she looked at her. He liked her, quite a lot. She connected so good with the crowd... When they sang their own songs the people sang with them too.

After some songs (IN) talked again.

- Some weeks ago we went to the cinema and saw Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen biopic. - the four guys looked at each others smiling. - And we loved it, we are obsessed as we were three years ago. We've change a lot since then, but we recovered two Queen songs that we know you love.

(Y/N) looked to the drummer, they both started the song, the bass first, Another One Bites The Dust, it was perfect. And without letting the people give them an applause, they started singing "Fat Bottomed Girls". She moved as if it was her song, Joe was amazed. Suddenly he wasn't sad.

READER’S POV.

It was a good concert, Queen songs were good. She loved the live version.

- There was a chap at the crowd who looked familiar, near the bar. - Mike said, Luke shrugged.

- I don't know, Mike, I couldn't see anything beyond the two first lines.

It sounded three knocks on the door. There they were, Luke's and Mike's groupies, it was a constant figure in Dark Place.

- I leave, guys.

- Okay Bob. - (Y/N) said.

- Do you need help? - Bob asked when (Y/N) started taking things out on the street, next to the van.

- Don't worry, you know I like this me-time after the concert.

Bob left and (Y/N) started taking out the things the staff from the pub had taken from the stage. When she was fitting the amplifiers in the van Luke went out to the street.

- (Y/N) someone came to see you. I know you don't like visits after the concert right after the concert. But I think you'd like this one.

- Can he come out while I pick up the things?

- Of course. - said a voice almost unknown. You took off the head from the van to find out that the person who was there to see you was the one and only Joe Mazzello, from Bohemian Rhapsody cast. - Nice to meet you, (Y/N), I'm Joe.

- Of course you're Joe , I know who you are. How are you?

- Very good, I really enjoyed the concert. You are particularly good. - he stopped to autocorrect himself. - All of you are very good.

- It's okay, you can say that the talent of the band is me. - (Y/N) joked winking to Joe.

- Do you need a helping hand? - Joe asked when he saw that the girl was approaching to the drums to pick them up.

- Yes please, I normally do it alone. I like this moment alone while my bandmates disappear or try to find a bed for tonight. - Joe smiled, she was sweet, and smiley, and pretty. He liked her.

When they put the drums and the guitars in the van Joe said:

- Hey, the other guys of the film are outside. Can I buy you a drink?

- I'll be delighted Joe. - she took the actor's hand.

Luckly Joe had gone to that bat that night. Otherwise he wouldn't have known the empowered and self confident "Fat Bottomed Girl" with whom he fell in love moths after.

READER’S P.O.V.

- Quizás hay que subir un poco la guitarra de Luke. – le indicaste a Bob. Mientras tus otros dos compañeros tocaban.

- Prueba el bajo, a ver si os gusta la mezcla de todo. – cogiste el bajo y tocaste. Levantaste el pulgar en señal de aprobación. – Canta ahora. – dijiste “lalalala” al micro. – Los coros. – Luke y Mike cantaron. – Perfecto. Nos vemos en una hora.

- Me voy a fumar. – dijiste saltando del escenario. Saliste por la puerta trasera del local mientras encendías un cigarro. Tenías que dejar esa mierda.

Empezasteis el proyecto “Dark Place” tres años antes. Una banda de covers, tú y dos amigos, Luke y Mike, guitarrista y batería. Un año después se unió Bob, el teclista / mezclista, un loco de la ingeniería música. Y tú, (Y/N), que tocabas el bajo y cantabas, combinación poco común, pero si Paul McCartney ¿por qué no ibas a hacerlo tú?

Le diste una larga calada al cigarro. Aquel local era en el que solíais tocar cada dos sábados. Te encantaba, no sólo disfrutabas del calor del público, también te pagaban por ello, no mucho. Pero era suficiente. Sacaste el setlist de esa noche, te gustaba, ibáis a probar dos covers nuevos y una canción de Luke. Desbloqueaste tú móvil y te pusiste los auriculares. Tenías una hora para descansar y concentrarte.

Tus compañeros eran raros, muy raros. Luke era el escritor de la mayoría de las canciones, de la música, porque de letra era malísimo. Es muy tímido hasta que se cuelga la guitarra, no dice palabra a no ser que se encuentre en confianza. Aun así, era alto, guapo y misterioso, lo que hacía que después de los conciertos se llenaran los camerinos de chicas. Aunque el más ligón era Mike, no era tan guapo como Luke, pero era muy gracioso y sabe lo que las chicas quieren. Pero sin duda el más raro era Bob. No habías hablado más de dos veces fuera de los bolos o los ensayos, en cuanto terminaba se iba, sin recoger ni nada.

Pero lo soportabais porque el chico era el mejor en lo que hace. La mezcla de cualquier canción original la hace en un segundo y encima no teníais que contratar al técnico de sonido, con tal de que todo estuviera conectado al ordenador de Bob.

Viste la puerta trasera del local abrirse, Luke salió a la calle y se sentó a tu lado, tú le ofreciste un cigarro.

- No, gracias.

- ¿Viene Lucy hoy?

- No sé, hace días que no hablo con ella.

Tu asentiste, no entendías las relaciones sentimentales de tus amigos. Quizás porque nunca habías tenido una similar, tampoco es que te apeteciera. Te había costado mucho quererte a ti misma, después de años parecía que tú peso no era una barrera para hablar con otras personas, y mucho menos para subirte al escenario. Pero aun así era un impedimento para tener relaciones espontáneas.

JOE’S P.O.V.

Cuando Joe va a apagar la luz en el salón mira al sofá con deseo, había quedado con los chicos de Bohemian Rhapsody, pero estaba triste y le apetecía quedarse en el sofá viendo cualquier tontería en la tele, o escuchar música triste un rato.

No había pasado nada, era uno de esos días de bajón. Para Joe esos días eran raros, no solía estar triste. Puede que desde que muriera su padre hubieran sucedido más, pero era normal. Aun así, sabía que salir con los chicos le sentaría bien, solo serían 15 primeros minutos de fingir una sonrisa, luego saldría sola. Sonó su teléfono, era Gwil.

- Estamos abajo.

- Dadme un minuto.

Terminó de apagar las luces de casa y cogió la chaqueta negra. En Nueva York empezaba a hacer frío por las noches.

Cuando llegó a la puerta de su bloque de pisos encontró el coche de Gwil aparcado en frente.

- ¿Qué pasa chicos? – dijo metiéndose en el asiento trasero, al lado de Rami.

- ¡Querido Joe! – dijo Ben. – Normal que hayas tardado tanto, mira que guapo estás.

- Gracias querido. – Joe le guiñó el ojo a su amigo. - ¿A dónde vamos?

- A un pub que dice Ben, al parecer ponen música buena.

- Pues vamos allá.

Durante el viaje por las calles de Brooklyn los cuatro amigos se contaron lo que habían hecho esa última semana. Quién les diría que incluso tras terminar parte de la gira de prensa seguirían quedando tantas veces.

El pub era un local muy pequeño pero lleno de gente, la mayoría mirando hacia el pequeño escenario colocado en una esquina de la sala. Estaba todo oscuro lo cual para un grupo de cuatro personas que son protagonistas de una de las películas más famosas del momento, estaba bien. Pidieron una cerveza y se quedaron en la barra.

- ¿Conoces a la banda que toca hoy? – preguntó Rami.

- Si, son de los mejores que tocan aquí. La chica es buenísima. – Joe asintió. Ya empezaba a notarse más contento.

Tras un rato de charla Joe, que estaba mirando hacia el escenario vio subir a una chica al escenario. Vaqueros negros, camisa de cuadros anudada a la cintura y camiseta gris. Llevaba el pelo recogido en una coleta alta con un lazo rojo alrededor de la cabeza. Parecía una modelo de tallas grandes, una de esas mujeres empoderadas que les daba igual lo que pensara la sociedad sobre ellas. Era el tipo de chica que le gustaba a Joe. Se colgó el bajo y se acercó al micrófono.

- Buenas noches a todas y todos. Junto a las personas que están a punto de entrar formamos el grupo “Dark Place”. Démosle un fuerte aplauso a Luke, guitarrista, Mike, batería y Bob, a los mandos del teclado y de la mesa de mezclas. Y yo soy (Y/N), bajista y cantante.

Los demás chicos salieron, empezaron con Are You Gonna Be My Girl de Jet. Eran buenos, muy buenos. La cantante era espectacular, sabiendo lo difícil que es tocar el bajo mientras cantas. Sorprendía lo segura que estaba de sí misma, eclipsando al resto. Joe sentía cosas en su estómago cuando la miraba. Le gustaba, muchísimo. Conectaba muy bien con el público, en los temas que tocaban que eran suyos la gente los cantaba a la perfección

Después de unos cuantos temas (Y/N) volvió a hablar.

- Hace un par de semanas fuimos juntos a ver Bohemian Rhapsody, el biopic de Queen. – los cuatro chicos se miraron entre ellos, sonriendo. - Y nos encantó, nos hemos vuelto a obsesionar con ellos como nos pasó hace tres años. Hemos cambiado mucho desde entonces, pero hemos sacado del cajón de los recuerdos dos temazos que sabemos que os encantan.

(Y/N) miró al batería, ellos empezaban la canción. El bajo primero, Another One Bites the Dust, la canción quedó perfecta. A continuación, y sin dejar que la gente aplaudiera, los cuatro empezaron a cantar “Fat Bottomed Girls”. Ella se movía como si fuera su canción, Joe estaba emocionado. De repente ya no estaba triste.

READER’S POV.

Había sido un concierto bueno, las canciones de Queen habían quedado muy bien. Le encantaba el directo.

- Había un tío entre el público que me sonaba muchísimo, en la zona de la barra. – dijo Mike. Luke se encogió de hombros.

- No sé, Mike, yo no veía nada más allá de las dos primeras filas.

Entonces sonaron tres golpes en la puerta. Ya estaban allí, parecía mentira, pero el concepto groupie se daba mucho en el caso del guitarrista y el batería de Dark Place.

- Yo me voy, chicos.

- Vale Bob. – dijo (Y/N).

- ¿Necesitas ayuda con algo? – preguntó Bob al ver que (Y/N) empezaba a sacar cosas a la calle, al lado de la furgo.

- No te preocupes. Ya sabes que me gusta pasar este rato sola recogiendo.

Bob se despidió y (Y/N) empezó a sacar las cosas que el personal del pub había traído del escenario. Cuando estaba encajando los amplificadores en el maletero de la furgoneta Luke salió a la calle.

- (Y/N) alguien ha venido a verte. Sé que no te molan las visitas justo después del concierto. Pero creo que esta si.

- ¿Puede salir mientras yo recojo?

- Por supuesto. – dijo una voz casi desconocida. Sacaste la cabeza del maletero para encontrarte con que la persona que había venido a verte era el único e inigualable Joe Mazzello, actor de Bohemian Rhapsody. – Encantado de concerté, (Y/N), soy Joe.

- Claro que eres Joe, se quién eres. ¿Qué tal?

- Muy bien, he disfrutado mucho el concierto. Eres muy buena. – de repente se paró y se auto corrigió. – Bueno, sois, muy buenos.

- Puedes decir que todo el talento de la banda recae sobre mis hombros, es cierto. – bromeó (Y/N) guiñándole el ojo a Joe.

- ¿Quieres que te eche una mano? – preguntó Joe cuando vio que la chica se acercaba a por las cosas de la batería.

- Si, por favor. Normalmente esto lo hago sola, me gusta este ratito después mientras mis compañeros desaparecen o intentan conseguir una cama para esta noche. – Joe sonrió, era muy maja, y sonriente, y guapa. Y le gustaba.

Cuando terminaron de meter la batería y el resto de las guitarras (bajo incluido) Joe se atrevió a decir:

- Oye, los demás chicos del Queen no-original, están fuera. ¿Te puedo invitar a una cerveza?

- Estaría encantada, Joe. – dijo (Y/N) cogiendo de la mano al actor.

Menos mal que Joe no se había quedado esa noche en casa, porque no hubiera conocido a la “Fat Bottomed Girl” tan empoderada y segura de si misma de la que acabaría enamorándose meses después.

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grapesodatozier · 6 years

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5 Times Nancy Wheeler Saw Her Little Brother Cry and 1 Time She Saw Him Smile

here’s that st fic i mentioned a few days ago! i wrote this when 5+1s were still a thing lmao.

this is, for the most part, canon compliant. ship wise, there’s lots of mentions of mileven, but this is mostly just nancy caring about/looking after mike and being a good older sister (duffers take note) bc i love them both and wanna see more of their relationship lol. this is my first (and tbh v possibly only) st fic. i’d post it to my st blog ( @curlywheelers hmu lol) but my irl friends follow that blog so i’m posting it here instead lmao

words: 2,190

warnings: mentions of canon character deaths, generally v angsty lol

read on ao3 or below (:

Nancy Wheeler has seen her little brother cry plenty of times. He cried nearly every Thursday afternoon and Saturday morning the one spring their mom had signed him up for baseball, and she always rolled her eyes at him. He cried when he went down a hill too fast and fell off his bike when he was nine, and she put Band-Aids on his cuts. He cried when their parents would argue, and she hugged him until long after the shouting stopped so he couldn’t see her own tears. Still, her experience with Mike’s pain didn’t make it any easier for her as his older sister to witness.

* * *

Nancy sat in the living room with her parents, the three of them deafeningly silent; what was there to say? They had just received the phone call that Will Byers’ body had been found in the quarry, and they had no idea where Mike was, or whether he had heard or not. The only sounds that cut through the heavy air were Karen Wheeler’s uneven breaths as she tried to stifle her sobs of concern, wringing her hands. Nancy bit her lip to keep herself from crying too.

After what felt like hours, they finally heard the front door open. Mrs. Wheeler jumped up and met her son in the entryway of the house. Nancy watched as Mike crumpled into his mother’s embrace, sobs wracking through his body. Her chest ached and the tears started flowing; she wished she could do something to help, but what was there to say? Kids aren’t supposed to die. Kids aren’t supposed to watch their friends die. Nancy trembled as she watched her brother cling to their mother.

* * *

Nancy didn’t know what to say, but she knew she had to say something. Or maybe just listen, or even just be there. She had to do something for him; he couldn’t even tell their parents. She knocked on his bedroom door, but it opened slightly to reveal that he wasn’t in there. She sighed, knowing where he’d be. She did her best to avoid her parents as she made her way to the basement; she only ever went down there to do laundry and look for old clothes, and she felt almost like she was intruding on a space not meant for her as she swung the door open and started down the staircase. The sight before her stopped her in her tracks about halfway down.

Mike’s watery brown eyes stared up at her from a fort she had never seen before, making him look like a deer in headlights. He dropped the walkie-talkie he had clutched in his hands and began wiping his eyes as he sniffled. Nancy hurried down the stairs, sitting beside him. Nothing was said between them as she pulled him into her side, resting her cheek on the top of his head. The words she’d heard him say in Will’s hospital room echoed in her mind; She saved us. But she’s gone now. “Do you wanna talk about it?” she asked quietly. He shook his head, and she left it at that. She felt his body begin to shake as his tears came again, and as she rubbed his arm she willed herself to keep her own at bay.

The two siblings may not have been the closest in the world, but Nancy was good at reading people, and Mike was an open book anyway, so she could tell that Eleven had meant a lot to him. Thinking about it, El had probably been Mike’s first serious crush. Nancy’s chest ached; she was feeling loss too, and she couldn’t bear the thought that her little brother was feeling anything remotely similar to her own pain. He was only twelve – no twelve-year-old deserved what happened to him; he had been through far more grief than any twelve-year-old can be expected to handle. He was a good kid, and so was Eleven; they had both just been trying to help, and now Mike was heartbroken, and Eleven-

Nancy pulled him closer. He cried a little harder.

* * *

Jonathan jumped out of the car as soon as it was parked in his driveway, barely stopping to take the keys out of the ignition. Nancy followed, rushing up the porch and holding the door open for him as he carried Will’s unconscious body out of the car and into the house. Hopper’s truck was right behind them, and Nancy watched as he helped Joyce out of the car and into the house as well. She was about to follow them in when she realized Mike hadn’t gotten out of the car. Dustin, Max, and Lucas rushed into the house, Steve behind them. He paused in the doorway when he realized she wasn’t following.

“Hey,” Steve said softly, “you coming in?” She shook her head without looking at him.

“I need to check on Mike,” she whispered, descending the stairs of the porch and heading back to Jonathan’s car. She heard the front door close behind her.

She took a deep breath outside the car before opening the door and sliding into the backseat next to Mike. He didn’t react; he just stared at the seat in front of him, his eyes wide and faraway. “Hey,” she spoke gently. When she still received no response, she took his hand in hers – it was shaking. “You okay?” She knew it was a stupid question, but she had no idea what else to say. Normally she’d just be there for him, but he wasn’t crying or yelling or anything – she needed something, even just for him to squeeze her hand back. It took about a minute of silence, but he finally spoke up.

“I could hear them,” he whispered, his voice breathy and broken. She felt his grip on her hand tighten as his tears started to fall. He turned his head to look at her, not bothering to wipe away the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. “I heard those- those things-” he began saying, his own sobs cutting him off. Nancy’s heart sank into her stomach; no one had mentioned why Bob wasn’t in the car or why Mrs. Byers was sobbing, but it wasn’t too hard to fill in the gaps. Nancy thought she might be sick at the thought of her little brother witnessing that. She wanted to put her arm around him, but he had her hand in a death grip.

“Mike,” she whispered, beginning to cry herself, “I’m so sorry.” And then he was in her arms, rocking back and forth slightly while he sobbed. She rubbed her hand in circles on his back while holding him as tightly as she could, as though he might float away. He could’ve, god, it could’ve been him who’d been eaten alive by those things. And now she was really, truly crying as well. “I’m so glad you’re safe,” she sobbed, not wanting to ever let him out of her sight again. “I’m so, so sorry, Mike, I’m never gonna let anything happen to you, okay?” she vowed. He pulled back to look at her and nodded.

“Y-you too,” he said, his entire body still shaking, his face red and puffy. They stared at each other for a moment before Mike started wiping his eyes. “You shou-hould p-probably go check on Jo-onathan,” he said, his words hiccupped with small sobs.

“I’m not leaving you,” she said with an air of finality. He looked at his older sister with an incredible amount of grief and fear, but also with clear gratitude before burying his face back in her shoulder. They stayed like that for what felt like an hour, but was really more like five minutes before collecting themselves and heading inside to join the others.

Just as Mike was about to open the door, Nancy stopped him. He gave her a questioning look, and she did something she hadn’t done in years: she kissed his cheek. “Agh, gross,” he complained, pulling a face. But he still squeezed her hand before going inside, and they both understood.

* * *

After making sure Joyce and Will were comfortable and safe in the backseat, Nancy climbed into the passenger seat beside Jonathan. Her eyes strayed to the Byers’ porch where Steve was standing with Lucas, Max, Dustin, and Mike. Her heart tightened as she thought about the conversation she’d just had with Steve – if you could even call it a conversation. But her heart hurt a whole lot more when she saw Mike watching El leave with tears in his eyes. She could only imagine what he was feeling right now, having just gotten her back and now having to watch her leave again. Nancy knew as well as everyone else that there was no certainty that any of the six who were leaving were coming back, and El was least likely of all to survive, excepting Will. Nancy watched her brother get smaller and smaller as she drove away, wishing desperately that she could be on that porch telling him everything was going to be okay. But Jonathan needed her, too, even more than Mike, and she knew Steve wouldn’t let anything happen to him. Still, it broke her heart to see her little brother in so much pain when there was nothing she could do to help.

* * *

“Mom, have you seen my pink lip gloss?” Nancy called from the stairs.

“I haven’t,” her mother’s reply came from the kitchen. “Have you checked the bathroom?”

“I already did!” Nancy called back in frustration, running back up the stairs before she could hear Karen’s reply. On her way to her room, she noticed Mike’s door was open a crack. She could hear muffled sniffles coming from his room as she walked closer. The door creaked open when she knocked to reveal Mike sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. He jerked up at the sound of Nancy’s entrance. She noted the tears on his cheeks and the suit and tie lying next to him on his bed, nice and neat and definitely untouched since their mom had put them there for him. Nancy closed the door and walked further into the room. “God, Mike, I know you can’t dance, but it’s nothing to get so worked up over,” she joked lightly, taking a seat next to him.

“Leave me alone,” he grumbled, wiping at his cheeks.

“What’s up?” she asked gently.

“It’s nothing,” he mumbled in response. Nancy just sat there, waiting until he was ready to share. He sighed eventually, still avoiding her gaze as he confessed, “I promised her I’d take her.” Nancy’s heart dropped. “I told her all about it, and I promised I’d take her, and now I can’t.” Nancy hated hearing the pain in his voice, but at least this time it was easier, because this time Nancy wasn’t useless to him; this time, Nancy knew something he didn’t, she knew she would be able to help make him feel better. Still, it sucked to see her little brother so upset. But she wasn’t about to ruin the surprise.

“I’m sure she understands,” she said. “It’s safer this way.”

“That’s all anyone ever says,” Mike answered, sadness evident in his voice though he tried to sound annoyed.

“I know,” Nancy replied softly. “But hey, you’ll have a great time with your friends! And maybe I’ll even save you a dance,” she teased.

“Ugh, gross,” Mike complained, pretending to vomit as he shoved her away. She giggled, but left the room anyway.

“Get dressed!” she called before closing the door, “Mom put a lot of thought into that outfit!” He flipped her off, a gesture she returned with a smile before returning to her search.

She gave one last look around her room, finding her lip gloss under her dresser, before taking her makeup case and slipping out of the house before Mike could see her with it.

* * *

Nancy smiled down at Dustin, nodding her head to the music as she swayed. She let her eyes linger for a moment, disappointed to see that Mike was sitting alone, staring off into space forlornly. It was upsetting, but she knew he’d be smiling soon enough. As if on cue, she watched him look toward the door, eyes wide as he jumped out of his seat. Nancy smiled to herself, watching as Mike started walking toward El. Nancy silently congratulated herself on her styling abilities, proud that El’s hair had stayed the way she’d styled it.

“Holy shit.” Dustin’s eyes had followed Nancy’s and the two of them watched as Mike took El’s hand. “Is she allowed to be here?” Dustin whispered.

“Hopper knows she’s here, and he’s outside if anything happens,” Nancy assured him, a smile on her face. Dustin’s face lit up.

“You knew about this?”

“Who do you think did her makeup?”

They glanced back over at Mike and El. They were resting their foreheads together as they swayed to the music, and Nancy’s heart soared; she hadn’t seen her little brother smile like that in such a long time.

#mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #st #st fic #here have this while i work on havana lol #no one asked for this but here it is anyway lol #mike and nancy would be such a power sibling duo and you cannot change my mind

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the-bummer-set · 6 years

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Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet Part 9

Paring: Steve Harrington x Reader

Synopsis: You’re Chief Hopper’s niece, called in from Philadelphia to help him out with Jane. You are finishing your senior year at Hawkins. This is what ensues…

Warnings: Swearing

AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry this one is super short.. but there is going to be 2 more parts to this story. Give it time! I just needed a little something to make it worth while in the end!

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6/ Part 7/ Part 8

Part 9/ Part 10/ Part 11

The next month was very uneventful. Your physical therapy was going extremely well and you could easily make a fist again. Valentines Day was fast approaching and you still held what Hopper told you in the hospital room in the back of your mind.

"So, the Valentines Day dance is coming up." Steve casually brought it up while you sat in the passenger seat of his car singing along to Video Killed the Radio Star.

"Yeah.." You turned the radio down, "are you asking me?"

"Didn't know I had to ask, just kind of assumed we would go."

"You assumed right." You smiled planting a kiss on his cheek. "Should we dress to match or should that wait until prom?"

Steve stopped for a second, he had forgotten about prom. Which was utterly stupid of him, being a senior you only get excited about two things. Graduation and Prom.

You shifted in your seat. "Unless, you don't want to go to prom." You bit your lip, you could always go to Prom back in Philly.

"Of course I want to go to prom." He turned to look at you. He didn't know how to tell you that the only reason he didn't think about prom was because he had always pictured him and Nancy has King and Queen. That wasn't something he should tell you and he knew it.

"Oh, good." You flexed your hand. He sighed softly. "Is this about Nancy? I mean, I understand, I guess."

"Sort of, but that isn't an issue, I just have been having a lot on my mind and I just forgot all about prom and how soon this year is going to be over."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about it a lot too." Which wasn't untrue at all. Steve took your hand and kissed it. "To answer your question, I'm going to wear my black suit and tie. You, you wear whatever you want. We will be perfect." ______________________________________________________________

You stood in front of the mirror helping Jane with her hair. It had grown so much and you were helping her tease it and set it. She looked beautiful. A small amount of Hopper approved makeup adorned her face. You smiled down at her. "You look great kid." You squeezed her shoulder. "You're gonna knock Mike right off his feet."

She smiled back and watched as you curled the last little bit of your hair. Then admired both of you in the mirror. Jane in a beautiful emerald green dress and you in a black an purple one. "Are we ready to do this?"

Jane nodded.

"Girls, your... dates... are here." Hopper called from the living room.

"Still not having an easy time with saying dates huh?" You laughed following Jane out of your bedroom.

"I don't like the idea of dates, because I was also once a teenage boy..."

"Gross." Jane retorted.

"Thanks for the history lesson." You laughed.

"Do I take pictures or something?" Hopper rubbed the back of his head.

"Do you want to take pictures?" You questioned.

"Do we even own a camera?" Jane asked.

"Get some pictures at the dance..." Hopper said, "I will be waiting up. No later than 12."

"12 is awfully generous..." Jane started...

"Come on Jane...." You escorted the girl out of the house. "You're really bad at this teenager thing. Most kids get 10...." You laughed. ______________________________________________________________

Steve helped Jane into the backseat of his car and then turned to look you over. "You look great." He said kissing your cheek.

"You do too." You sat down in the front seat, pulling in the purple tulle of your dress into the car before shutting the door.

"You look beautiful El..." Mike whispered in the backseat and you could see the blush radiate on Jane's cheeks. You smiled.

"You look very nice tonight Mike." You spoke.

"Thanks Y/N. You do too." Mike responded still never taking his eyes off of Jane.

The ride to the high school was quick, you met the others outside. Max stood feeling awkward in a deep blue dress, the other boys dressed in suits and ties. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jonathan and Nancy. You gave a smile and wave. They looked awesome. You turned to Steve, noticing that his eyes never left Nancy.

You tried to not let it bother you. Still holding on to what Hopper told you. Wishing Steve would bring it up... it had been over a month.

Inside the gymnasium the lights were strung up and there were rose petals and balloons strewn across the floor. The typical Valentines Day dog and pony show. The music was playing loudly and you were thankful that it was drowning out your thoughts.

The night was going fairly well, until you noticed Steve standing against the wall watching everyone dance. You had just got done dancing with Jane and Max to Let's Go Crazy by Prince.

"Are you okay?" You asked him.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine." He shook his head as if he was shaking away a thought.

You gave a weak smile until you turned around. Quickly figuring out what he was looking at before you questioned him. Nancy had her head resting on Jonathan's shoulder. Her eyes closed and she seemed blissfully happy.

If Steve Harrington was so undoubtedly in love with you like Hopper had said, why was he still looking at Nance like that? Why didn't he tell you how he felt?

"I have to sit down for a few minutes." You walked towards the bleachers. He followed you.

"What's the matter?" He sat down beside you.

"What's the matter? What's the matter with YOU Steve." You almost felt like you were going to cry. "You're still in love with her."

"No, I'm not." He looked at you eyes full of hurt.

"Bullshit Steve." You saw him wince. "You have been watching her all god damn night!" You realized then that you called bullshit on him. The same thing Nancy did. "Shit... I'm sorry. "

"You're right, a part of me does still love her, no matter what I do to stop it, it doesn't work."

You sat there in disbelief. You wanted him to fight you on it. You wanted him to tell you that you were so fucking wrong...

"You still love her..."

"Yes, sort of. But, I love you too.."

"How much Steve?"

"What do you mean?"

"How much do you love me?"

"I don't know..."

"So everything that Hopper had told me that you told him was a fucking lie?" "Hopper told you what?" He sat there quietly.

"Fuck Steve, he told me that you were undoubtedly full blown in love with me and I was stupid enough to believe that."

"I am in love with you."

"But not enough that you can stop loving Nancy..."

"You don't understand..."

"I understand plenty... For fucks sake Steve... I held on to what Hopper told me for the past month. Believing it. Waiting for you to tell me yourself and.. I gave up going to Drexel this fall to stay in Hawkins!"

"What?"

"I got accepted into my dream school, and I gave it up because I believed you loved me Steve Harrington....."

#Steve Harrington #aint seen nothing yet #Steve Harrington X Reader #Stranger Things 2

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