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unamused-boss · 7 months

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Trumpets and Boots (part 1)

(this story has strong topics in it, you have been warned!)

Robin Buckley x fem!hargrove (reader/Oc)

Warning, Strong topics: homophobia, child abandonment, troubled sibling relationship, child abuse, underage drinking, Homophobic language, strong language

The POV will be in second person but the "reader" will have a name.

I will not tolerate any negativity in the comments regarding sexuality or religion!

Summary: When Amelia Hargrove came out as gay to her family… lets just say some didn’t have to good of a reaction. When they’re finally reunited things become a little complicated.

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California: 1981

You and Billy were getting ready to head out to a party at one of your friend's houses for the night and you crush Samantha Jenkins will be there tonight. You are hoping for a very lucky game of spin the bottle tonight or seven minutes in heaven. You were quickly applying your favorite color of eye shadow to your eye lids for the night. It was glittery. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, you can't wait for this party tonight. You and Billy have been looking forward to it all week.

"You ready Billy!" You shout to him through the bathroom door.

“Yeah give me a minute!”

“Really?!” You complained. “Billy you have hogged the bathroom for the past hour! If you could smell any more like a new car I’d sell you to the lot!”

“Hey! Looking good takes time!” He responded.

“I swear you’re more of a woman then I am sometimes… prissy bitch…” you mumbled.

The door shot open with you and Billy staring at each other. “What’d you say little shit?”

‘Oh no…’ you take off down your hallway to out run Billy. You’re jumping over tables and chairs to avoid him. He is hot on your tail. Until you sprint back into yours and Max’s shared room. She looks you to you with wide eyes. Max and her mom have only lived with you guys for a year now. They both quickly learned the dynamic of the Hargrove real soon.

Max knew your were different. She knew you would stare at the same girls Billy would stare at. She didn’t quiet get it. She thought other girls were weird. She also didn’t get why you and Billy were always so hush hush around your dad. Both you and Billy would always become more quiet when he comes around. She wasn’t completely dumb; she saw the bruises you and Billy suffered from your father. She saw the bond the you and your brother had, she wished so desperately that you would have the same with her. You are opening up to her more. You took her to the skate park so she could practice her tricks and show you. You kept Billy at bay when it came to him being mean to her, and you were probably opening him up to her being big brother to her. You were like a glue to the family, as much as your father dislikes you.

Billy started smacking you with one of your throw pillows cause of what you said to him. You are laughing non stop. Once the beating of the pillow was over you turned to Max.

“You sure you’ll be fine?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” She answered straightly.

“You know we’ll stay if you want us to.” You reassured.

“You will…” Billy scoffed. You went an smacked his arm. “Ow…” he said while rubbing it.

“We’ll be down the street Max if you need us, and we’ll be back before Susan and Dad. Alright.” You smiled at her. She smiled back to you.

"See ya Madmax!" You said before bolting out the door and locking it to go to the party down the road in your neighborhood.

"Why are you nice to her?" Billy questioned.

"Um cause she lives with us now and she's just a kid?" You answered with confusion in your voice. You never understood Billy's dislike for Max, but you're trying to fix that.

"Listen I know you don't like Susan or Max, but they're kinda stuck with dad now." You said to Billy, "And we've been stuck with him of the past 4 years since mom left..." Billy looked to you with saddened eyes. When mom left it hit you pretty hard. You really missed her just like he did. But after all the calls you both knew she was never coming back. Billy changed for the worse became for ruff and violent. You ,however, stayed the way you are. A sweet smile on your face, always willing to help someone, and just being you. You were way better than Billy ever could be.

"I got ya baby sis, I'll try." Billy answered.

"Good." You smiled to him. "And what is this baby sister nonsense you act like I'm not only 3 minutes younger then you."

"Oh sorry 3 blissful minutes before your crying ugly face came into the world."

"Oh crying I see, I guess I'll tell everyone how you cried when I gave you your earring that you "toughened through"." You laughed. All Billy did was push you into a grass ditch as you laughed even harder.

"Piece of shit." Billy grinned.

"Get my fucking skirt dirty, and I'll bury you stuff in the backyard again." You threaten.

That's when you both arrived to the party, a quick 10 minute walk. You get into the party, starting off with some beer. You drank for about 30 minutes, dancing with your friends, shouting your heart out to the music, and over all enjoying your time at the party.

Then the moment you have been hating for all night has arrived. Spin the bottle. You were so hyped.

"Hey I'm gonna smoke a cigarette outside with Jackson." Billy said. You nod at him and he was on his way out. You take your seat in the circle of teens. Samantha right across from you. You were so ready. The spinning has begun. Chris had to kiss Jenny. Charolette had to kiss Scott. Andy had to kiss Charlie C. The spinning kept going and going. When ever the guys landed on other guys they all made a big deal out of it. But when a girl landed on another girl they all cheered for it.

'Ugh, horny pigs... can't even last past 5 minutes' you sneered. That was when you saw the bottle turn in your direction, landing on you. You look up and make eye contact with Samantha.

'GOD IS GOOD!' You cheered in your thoughts.

You stood straight on your knees as did Samantha. You both leaned in to each other. Your lips connecting. It was like a flower blooming in the spring, this was way better than any guy you kissed in other spin the bottles. You knew you liked girls more than guys, but this was a whole other level. You swore you could've continued kissing Samantha when...

"What the fuck are you doing!!" An all to familiar voice shouted. Dragging you by the collar of your shirt out the door of the party to the front yard. You are shoved out only to be met with a straight faced Billy. You stand next to him as you face your dad. He was red, he was raging.

"Walk home. NOW!" Your Dad shouted. You saw some classmates laughing cause you both got caught. The difference is if they got caught they get grounded, but we get beaten into the ground. The walk home was silent. You don't think the air has ever been more still. When you both returned home, you were sat down on the couch with your Dad standing before you menacingly staring down at the both of you.

"So you both left your little sister home alone to go act like a bunch of dumbasses at a party!" He shouted.

"We're sorry... dad." You whispered out. You felt a hard smack to your head from him.

"You better be you stupid bitch!" He growled.

"It wasn't her idea, I convinced her to go with me dad." Billy tried to take the blame for you. You heard the smack go across Billy's face. You just stared down at your hands.

"I come home find Maxine by herself." He started. "While you both are at a party getting drunk, smoking, and did god know fucking what else." Neither of you said anything. Your dad grabbed you by your shoulders shaking them up to make you look at him.

"Stop looking down like a pussy!" He shouted into your face. your eyes begin to whelm with hot tears.

"Hey it's not her fault dad!" Billy shouted at him. Wrong move. Billy was dragged to his room. You heard the curses and beating from the living room. You just stared straight ahead as you heard your brother be beaten in the room next. Just for defending you from your Dad's wrath.

You heard slow boot steps come your way. You stiffened, more tears started to form in your eye going down you cheeks, your blood rushing, everything was going way to slow. Your dad now stood next to were you were sitting. You didn't look up to him; you kept your tear filled eyes forward.

"So. You're a faggot?" Your dad questioned. You said nothing. Not wanting to answer. Your father's hand went threw your hair a gripped it tight. You swore he was going to pull it out.

"Are you some faggot!" He yelled into your ear. You were now crying, the dam has been broken. Tears were streaming down your cheeks. No words were coming out if your mouth. It felt like you were choking.

"Kissing some girl! God your mother would hate you!" He kept shouting at you. He dragged you to the door of your bedroom an slammed you into it. Staring down at you.

"You are fucking pathetic, worthless dyke." He growled to you. There was nothing but hatred in his eyes to you. You slowly turn the knob of the door to your room. But you were quickly slapped across the face before he left your alone. You make your way into your room for the night, crying yourself to sleep in your bed.

A week has passed since that Friday night. Your dad kept saying you were spreading a sickness with everything your touched. Billy tried to protect you the best he could, he took every blow for you. And you patched him up every time. Max was forbidden from talking to you and you couldn't do anything about it. But hopefully today things will be a bit more chilled out.

What you didn't know was that Neil sent Susan, Billy, ad Max out to run some "errands" for dinner tonight. When you got back home from your friends house you saw Susan's car gone, only your dad's truck in the driveway. You walk through the front door to your house.

"Amelia!" You flinched at the sudden noise of your dad's voice. You walk over to the kitchen where you found your dad.

"Go pack a bag or two, me and Susan are taking all of you on a small vacation to the city for the next week." He said. "Susan and the rest of them already left."

"Really?" You said quietly.

"Yes." He said firmly. " Go pack your shit and grab some money cause I'm not buying any shit for you." You walked to your bedroom and packed a duffle bag full of clothes. You grabbed the little money you have hidden away in your room. Your dad was already in his truck waiting for you. You put your stuff in the back an put your self up in the front seat.

Neil made his way out of the drive way, the last time you'll ever see that house again.

. . .

"Neil! We're back!" Susan yelled. She looked around an saw no sign of her husband. She went to the garage thinking he moved his car there but saw nothing.

"Billy!" Susan shouted.

"What." Billy answered bluntly.

"Where is your sister?" From the statement Billy rushed to your room to see you not in there and some of your clothes gone.

"No." Billy said. "Nononono, NO!" He was looking all over the house for you. You were no where to be found. You were gone. Just like his mom. His dad has taken you away from him.

All Billy could do was cry in his room. His twin was gone. His baby sister was gone and he doesn't know where. He failed to keep you safe from if dad.

Max watched all of it unfold in front of her.

. . .

You have been in the car for a straight hour now. You were looking out the window at the desert. Nothing for miles. Neil pulled into a motel parking lot.

"We're staying here for the night." He said as he parked the car. You got out of the car with your duffle bag on your side. You made your way to the front desk with your dad were he got the key. You weren't dumb, this was all sketchy.

"Here go put your stuff in the room." Neil said putting the key into your hand. You nodded to him. Making your way to the room opening the door to the empty room. You look around confused. You dropped your bag on the ground, putting the key in your pocket.

Then you heard his truck start up. You walk over confused looking at him.

"Dad! What are you doing?" You questioned. That's when he started to pulled out of his parking space. "DAD!" You start to run after his truck. Like some sick joke he slowed enough for you to pillion the lever of the door.

"Dad! STOP, Please!" You were shouting to him. Panicked tear started to whelm your eyes. He started to speed up. You keeping pace with the truck smacking on the back part.

"I'm sorry! Dad I'm SORRY!" You shouted. "Listen I'll never disobey you again I promise. DAD PLEASE!" You cried as you tripped on the uneven ground below you as your dad drove away. Leaving you in the dirt crying.

"Billy... Billy!" You yelled out to your brother. You just wanted your big brother. You walked back to the motel. Going to the room that you had to stay in now.

Your dad has abandoned you, just like your mom. Tears were going down your cheeks. You sat in the floor of the room for a good ten minutes till a knock on the door scared you. You hopped up hoping by some miracle your brother found you. You open the door to only meet the smoking front desk lady from earlier. Your smiled dropped.

"Hey sweetie." Her gruff voice said. "I saw what just happened and I'm sorry..." You said nothing to her. You just stared at her sniffling. She sighed at the sight of you, "Listen I'm only doing this once cause you remind me of my granddaughter, I'll give you a ride to the bus station and you can get a ticket back home." You nodded at her. You gave her the room key back and grabbed your bag.

Just like she said she drove you to the bus station to get a ticket home. She even gave you a hundred bucks to help with anything else. The front desk lady gave you a gruff but soft goodbye as she left you at the bus station. You walk in with your bag and money to the front desk of the station.

"Hello miss, what can I do for you today?" The desk worker said.

"I need a ticket." You said plainly , no emotion left. The desk worker just stared at you.

"Where to honey?"

"Santa-" You stopped for a minute. You didn't want to go back to Santa Monica, nothing would be left for you there. The message was made pretty clear to you.

"Santa Monica, honey?"

"No." You stated, "What's your furthest ticket?"

"Umm." The worker started typing in their computer for a second. "Our furthest ticket is... Hawkins Indiana."

"I'll take that." You said, giving them the money and taking your ticket to Indiana.

Hawkins Indiana: 1984

It has been three, four by next fall, years since you left everything in California behind. When you arrived to Hawkins you had little money and what you had in your duffle bag with you. You are now 17 turning 18 next March. You think about Billy everyday. But with what that has happened you can't dwell on things. You live with a woman named Joey Byers and her two sons.

When you arrived in Hawkins at 14 Joyce Byers found you walking the dirt road trying to find someplace dry to find to sleep for the night. Joyce took you in an let you stay the night with her. After that night you found yourself living with her for two years. When everything happened with Will accrued you were there for her and Johnathan when they needed.

You helped look for Will in search parties. You helped the boys hide Eleven in Mikes basement. You helped Steve, Johnathan, and Nancy take down a demagorgan. You're gonna be honest, you've probably faced death more times with Neil then any interdimensional creature.After everything that happened last year you started to pick up more around the house. You didn't want to burden Joyce since she took you in. You work at the music shop in town. You put 50% of your paychecks to rent or bills at the Byers home.

Joyce has tried many times to talk to your about your family back in California, hell even brought Hopper out to try a crack ya. You never budge. Hopper has concluded that, "You've been through something and now they're dead to you." The only response you gave was "Not all of them..." Nothing else after that. You have a new life here and you're not going to have it ruined by your past. It wasn't a secret that you were gay. It was very well known fact in town that you were into women. Yeah some kids yelled slurs to you but none of it effected you. You were actually able to meet another lesbian in town, well a closeted one. Her name was Robin Buckley, you met her in your art class when you were a sophomore and she was a freshmen. You both got along pretty well. She was actually really pretty you thought but since you never actually dated a girl you were nervous in telling her your feelings.

The date was October 28, 1984 Halloween was this Friday. You were gonna take Will and the boys trick or treating.

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I hope you enjoy this, this was an idea I’ve had for a while.

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snowviolettwhite · 2 months

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Me writing fan-fiction, making the brooding tough character secretly being neurodivergent and a giant softie who needs to let their walls down. Also writing the awkward character who the embodiment of human sunshine secretly willing to break the law and kill if anyone dare hurt the people they love.

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cleradinthealps · 1 year

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kaylans-imagines · 2 years

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i. prologue

synopsis: in which yn 'tulip' hopper endures the strangest of things.

pairing: eventual steve harrington x reader

warnings: overusing promise. young steve and yn. death. angst, fluff.

word count: 4378

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Vietnam, 1966

The first promise Y/N had ever been made was by her father. It was before she had even met him, unaware of his presence. He had been out of her life for the first three years, fighting in the war. His only source of information about her came from the letters his former lover would send him and the pictures she clipped onto them. Upon seeing her full, chubby cheeks and bright eyes, he promised her that he would live for her.

Fresh out of high school, with a raging war going on, James Hopper decided to do the patriotic thing and enlist in the army. He left his hometown in Indiana, and his high school sweetheart, to fight in a war that had nothing to do with him–he just wanted to do something with his life. It was dangerous for one’s mind to be clouded with anything other than surviving, but all Hopper could think about was his beloved. The girl of his dreams that he left behind in Hawkins. With her shiny eyes, soft hair, and genuine personality, Hopper thought she would be the one he would marry. But reality was nothing if not cruel. He left his beloved with a tearful and passionate goodbye and boarded the plane, unknowing if he would live.

Surrounded by the sounds of explosives going off in the background and the phantom feeling of his guns ricochet, Hopper stared down at the letter addressed to him. He knew the handwriting; he would copy off it all the time while he was in school. He had love notes directed to him with the same loops and dots. It was his ex. The girl he left behind. Despite their agreement to end things between them, she had promised to write to him every day, but she hadn’t made good on her promise until that day. He thought she was punishing him for leaving her.

Smelling her perfume, he thought about the taste of coconut on her lips and the times they would spend doing nothing together. It made him yearn for her. Their breakup was mutual, but she still held her heart in her hands. Sighing, he ripped open the seal and pulled out the letter. The white letter spotlighted the polaroid photo she had shoved in. The photograph was of a baby girl dressed in purple. It didn’t take much before he realized he was staring into the eyes of his beloved.

Jimmy,

I don’t know why you’ve yet to write me, but this is the last time I will try. I can take a hint and move on. I thought the news of our love personifying would have you over the moon, but I guess I don’t know you the way I thought I did. At least I don’t know this version of you. Nine months I carried what I felt would be the last remnant of you–I will be the first to confess this war scares me. I’ve read what goes on over there in the papers, and it terrifies me. While I may be angry at you for ignoring me, I still believe you have a right to look at what our love created. This little person is your daughter.

Y/N Tulip Hopper. You always said you wanted to name our daughter after the flowers you got me on our first date. I wanted to honor that. It doesn’t matter if I’m mad at you. I don’t want to regret not doing that if reality turns its back on us and the unimaginable happens. I see so much of you in her already. She’s got your tenacity and compassion. And most importantly, she’s got your heart. Maybe she can act as an incentive for you to live, and I sincerely hope she is because as much as I may be angry at you right now and miss you, I want our daughter to know her dad.

Please don’t abandon her the way you did me. Please.

All my heart,

Your Petal

The knowledge of his daughter was new, but he already loved her more than anything else in the world. He had yet to meet her, but he assured himself he would do everything he could to ensure he got his chance. He would survive if only for her. That was his promise.

Indianapolis International Airport, 1969

For three years, he lived. He fought against everything attempting to kill him. People with guns, explosives set with sensitive triggers, and the silent killer, Agent Orange. His exposure and the unknowing effects on him granted him an honorable discharge. While part of him wanted him to stay and fight out the war, the other major part was ready to see his daughter. He impatiently sat on the uncomfortable plane seat, taking in the sight of the Indianapolis skyline. His hand had clutched the years worth of photos of his daughter. He had watched her grow up behind the plastic covering of polaroid photos. As soon as the plane landed, he would finally meet his little girl. The little girl he’d been living and fighting for.

The plane came to a stop, and he stood up hastily. The passengers let him off first, making note of his uniform. Some thanked him for his service, while others bowed heads in silence. Hopper thanked them briskly and hurried off the plane, eager to see the girls. His eyes scanned the vicinity, wandering over moving bodies and patient loved ones. They settled on those of his former lover. At the sight of her, he rushed towards her. He pushed through people, offering apologies over his shoulder. Her figure came to view with their toddler in her arms. She made eye contact with Hopper and grinned, her eyes looking at the girl in her arms before they pointed at him, urging her to wave.

“Petal,” he whispered into her hair after pulling her into a hug, “I’ve missed you.”

His former lover stared at him with a tearful smile, “I’ve missed you too.”

His eyes settled on the little girl staring at him with wide eyes, Hopper held open his arms for her, and she easily went to them. Hopper choked back a sob. He hugged her close to his chest.

“Tully,” her mother said, drawing her attention, “this is your daddy. Jimmy, this is your daughter, Y/N Hopper.”

“Blob,” the toddler giggled, poking at his stomach. Hopper let out a watery chuckle and pulled her into him. Her tiny arms wrapped themselves around his neck in response.

“My tulip,” he whispered. He felt a watery kiss be placed on his cheek, and he couldn’t refrain from shedding the tears he’d been holding back.

Hawkins Hospital, 1971

The second came when she met her baby sister. Sara was born on a cool autumn night, blue eyes blinking up at her. At five years old, Y/N didn’t know how to be an older sister. But she swore to the baby resting in her arms that she would be the best for her. That they were sisters forever.

Y/N’s hand sat clasped on her lap, and her pink sneakered shoes dangled above the white vinyl flooring of the hospital. Her mother sat beside her, engrossed in the lengthy book, while her step-father looked over the magazine he’d found. It was early, too early for the five-year-old to be awake, but her father had called the house informing them Y/N’s stepmother had gone into labor. The family of three had rushed to the hospital and took up residence in the hospital’s waiting room.

Bored, she turned to her mother and tugged at her sweatshirt sleeve, “mommy, when is my sister gonna come?”

Her mother smiled at her daughter and her unnecessary whispering, “I don’t know, darling. Babies take time.”

Y/N started at her with wide eyes, “did I take time?”

“You did, my flower,” her mother admitted and pulled her into her lap, “but you were so worth the wait.”

Satisfied with her mother’s response, Y/N laid against her and watched the clock tick above her. The incessant clicking had lulled the little girl to sleep. Her father walked through the hallway and into the waiting room, greeting his former lover and her husband before his eyes landed on his eldest daughter. Her mother nodded for him to wake her up and share the news.

Upon seeing her bright eyes, Hopper smiled at her and opened his arms, taking her into them. “You have a baby sister, Tulip. Do you want to meet her?”

Hopper stood up with her in his arms at her sleepy nod and led the family to his wife’s room. Y/N seemed to instantly wake up at the sight of her stepmother holding a bundle of pink blankets. Diane Hopper motioned for her stepdaughter to come to her. Hopper placed her on the floor and watched as she settled onto the bed.

“Hi,” Y/N greeted.

“Hi, Y/N,” Diane repeated, “This is your baby sister Sara. Would you like to hold her?”

Y/N’s eyes widened at her question, “can I?” at her affirmation, Y/N nodded. After assuring her stepmother that she was comfortable, she accepted her baby sister into her arms. Looking down at Sara’s sleeping face, Y/N smiled before dropping a kiss on her head.

“You’re my sister forever, Sara,” she promised.

Hawkins Elementary School, 1972

Y/N sniffled as she watched the frogs jump from one lilypad to another in the pond behind the school. She had bidden her father a goodbye that morning as he packed away his life in Hawkins for New York. He promised to keep in touch with her, keep her updated on everything her little sister did, and fly her out every summer, but that didn’t stop the six-year-old from missing her father.

“Do you want a tissue?” a nasally voice asked from behind her, startling her.

She shook her head and kept her gaze on the frogs, “no, thank you.”

“Why are you staring at the lilypads if there are no frogs anymore?” the voice queried. Y/N shrugged her shoulders and looked at the boy who invaded her space as he plopped down beside her.

“I don’t know why you like looking at the frogs,” he judged, “they’re gross and ugly.”

“That’s mean,” Y/N scolded, brows pinched in the middle as she took offense for the animals.

“It’s only the truth,” the boy defended. Y/N didn’t know where the anger she felt came from–perhaps it was watching her father leave her behind for his new family or the strong desire to prove him wrong–but she grabbed hold of a stray frog and thrust it in the boy's face. It drew a shriek from him and caused him to rush up, running away from her. His running away only spurred her on, chasing him the length of the playground. She stopped at the sound of a shrill voice yelling her name.

“Y/N Hopper!” Her teacher, a plucky woman, Mrs. Dubose, yelled. She stomped over to the children and recoiled in disgust after she caught sight of the reptile in the little girl’s hand. “Drop the frog this instant! We do not chase our classmates with outside creatures, Y/N. Apologize to Steve.”

“But Mrs. Dubose,” Y/N protested, “he started it. He said the frog was ugly, even though it didn’t do anything to him. He was being mean.”

“Y/N, what you did was mean. We do not chase people with frogs. Apologize to Steve, please.”

Y/N pouted and sneakily rolled her eyes, turning to look over at the frightened boy, “I’m sorry, Steve.”

Satisfied, her teacher turned and returned to where she was gossiping with her coworkers. Y/N smirked at Steve.

“I’m sorry, a frog is prettier than you,” she snarked.

“Oh, yeah? Well, a frog is smarter than you,” Steve retaliated.

Hawkins Elementary School, 1975

At nine years old, Y/N felt silly donning a pinstriped dress. She had been cast as Alice for the fourth grade’s rendition of Alice in Wonderland. She’d endured the embarrassment and annoyance because her mother had stitched her costume by hand. And her father had promised to be in attendance. After long rehearsals and late-night readings, it was finally the premier day.

Y/N peeked out from behind the red curtain, eyes gleaming as she caught sight of her family in the stands. Her mother beside her stepfather, both holding cameras. Beside her mother sat her dad with Sara in his lap. Her family had shown up, and it was as if all her nerves had dissipated. She drew back from the curtain and caught sight of her best friend, dressed in pink and purple.

“Steven,” she called. Steve’s anxious face relaxed upon seeing her easy smile.

“Everyone’s out there,” she stated, “come look.”

Without waiting for his response, she pulled him towards the curtains, “look, even my dad’s here.”

“That’s nice, Y/N,” Steve said half-heartedly. Y/N pulled away and looked at her downtrodden best friend. She wasn’t used to her name coming out of his lips. It was always some variation of a flower or a nickname with Steve.

“What’s wrong?” Steve sighed.

“Nothing,” Y/N glared at him before tugging him to a secluded corner.

“Steve? What’s going on?”

Steve stared down at his shoes, “it’s just, not everyone’s here, Tulip. My parents aren’t, and they promised they would be.”

Y/N had only ever felt rage twice in her life. Once when someone commented on her being unwanted because her parents weren’t together. And the second was when Steve had confessed his parents had broken their promise to him. There wasn’t much Y/N could do. Not at nine years old, but she could offer her best friend a shoulder to lean on. And her family. Both of them.

“You don’t need them, Steven,” she stated, mind already made up, “we can share my family.”

“That’s not how it works, Tulip,” Steve said.

“Yes, it is,” she declared, “it works that way because I said so.”

In her determination, she missed the small smile that graced Steve’s lips. He didn’t know what he did in a past life to have been granted an amazing best friend in his current one, but he wasn’t about to complain. With the thought of being part of a loving family, Steve performed happily by Y/N’s side. The curtain drew to a close after their bow, and the children were dismissed to the stands to search for their families.

“Come on, Steve,” Y/N dragged him to her parents, “hurry up.”

Steve stumbled over his feet before he was able to gather his barrings. His voice caught in his throat as Y/N’s mother took him into a bear hug. She dropped a kiss on his head, and for once, he didn’t yearn for a mother’s comfort.

“Oh, Steve,” she breathed proudly, “you did so good.”

She pulled away and reached behind her to her seat for his bouquet of roses, “we’re going out to dinner; get your stuff.”

Nodding, Steve complied and rushed to get his belongings. He was quick in his movements, not wanting the family to regret inviting him to their dinner. To his surprise, they were still there, waiting for him.

“Let’s go, kid,” Hopper urged him, clapping his shoulder. “We’re celebrating you guys tonight.”

For once, he wasn’t disappointed in his flakey family. He had a better one.

Providence Residence, 1978

Y/N rolled her lips as she waited for her best friend to show up. All her family’s belongings had been stored in boxes and shipped off to their new home in New York. The decision to move from Indiana to New York came from her stepfather getting a new job in the state and her desire to be closer to her dad and younger sister. She was ecstatic to be closer to them, but she would miss the life she’d made in Hawkins. She spent twelve years of her life in the small town, making memories with her friends and adjusting to a busier and fuller city would come with its challenges.

“Tully, come on, honey,” her mother urged as she walked past her, a small bag of their final belongings rested on her shoulder.

“Just one more minute, mom,” Y/N begged, “he promised he’d come.”

Her stepfather pulled her mother in and walked them both to the car, “just give her a few minutes, love. Let her wait for him.”

Her mother squeezed her arm before she fell into step with her husband. Y/N rolled on the balls of her feet, ears perking up as she heard the familiar sound of a bike chime. His bike chime. His fluffy hair came into view as she threw his bike onto the lawn and ran up the stairs. His hands fell to his knees, wheezing slightly as he caught his breath.

“I’m so glad you’re still here,” he gasped out, “I thought you’d left.”

“I promised I’d wait,” she reminded, “and I never break my promises.”

Steve nodded, finally catching his breath, “you’re my best friend, Chrysanthemum.”

Y/N mugged him, “I should’ve left when I had the chance.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” he confessed, “I’m glad you waited to say goodbye.”

“I couldn’t leave without one last hug,” she said, “you’re my best friend too, Steven.”

Steve smiled softly, “I’m going to miss you.”

Y/N looked at her best friend before throwing her arms around him and pulling him close.

“Me too, and I’ll come to visit in the summer,” Steve promised into her hair.

“Tully, baby, we gotta go,” her mother called from the car. Y/N pulled away from him and smiled at Steve tearfully.

“I have to go,” she whispered. Steve nodded his head, wiping his eyes.

“I have to tell you something,” he spat out before he could stop himself. Y/N turned to look at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. Y/N tilted her head in confusion, urging him to speak.

Steve drew in a breath, “I like you, Tulip. Like, like like you.” Y/N felt her heart bursting.

“Tully, let’s go!” Her mother interrupted, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her away. She gaped at Steve, stumbling as she followed her mother to the car. She shuffled in, staring at her best friend. As his body grew smaller the further they went, Y/N pressed her hand against the window. The words she wanted to say died on her lips.

Hopper Residence, New York, 1978

“Where’s Lyra?” Y/N asked her little sister. Sara pointed at a cluster of stars, making out the shape with her tiny finger. Y/N pretended to follow along; she wasn’t about to tell her sick sister that she couldn’t make out the constellation. In her eyes, they all looked like glittering balls. She kept silent. Sara loved astronomy, and Y/N wanted to grant her a semblance of normalcy before she began her treatments.

“I know what you’re doing,” her younger sister admitted from beside her. Y/N turned to look at her, but she was met with Sara’s pigtails.

“What am I doing?” Y/N asked, “you know, besides stargazing with my baby sister.”

Y/N could feel the eye roll Sara made, “you’re trying to distract me.”

Y/N sighed, “is that such a bad thing?”

Sara looked at her, “no.”

The elder sister grabbed her younger sister’s hand and squeezed it, assuring her that she would be by her side through it all. Her reassurance didn’t need to be said out loud–Sara felt it. She lived in peace, knowing that Y/N would always be in her corner, loving and protecting her with everything in her.

“Tuls,” Sara whispered, drawing a hum from the girl.

“Can we watch Halley’s Comet when it passes by?” Sara didn’t know why she was scared of asking her a simple question. Her sister would never deny her of anything, especially nothing as trivial as watching a comet streak across the sky. But her small body coursed with fear.

“Of course. I wanted to do that with you anyway,” Y/N admitted, “when does it fly by again?”

Sara giggled, “1986,”

“You’ll be fifteen by then,” Y/N said, turning to look at her with a teasing smile, “you wouldn’t think hanging out with your twenty-year-old sister would make you a dork?”

Sara stared at her, “you’re the coolest person I know, Tuls. That will never change.”

“Promise you won’t change your mind?”

“Pinky,” Sara said, holding her pinky finger up to link it with her older sisters.

Sara shuffled on the grass and rested her head on her sister’s shoulder, breathing in the comforting smell of coconut. Y/N was the definition of peace.

New York Memorial Hospital, 1978

The thundering grey clouds exemplified the mood inside the stuffy white room. Y/N could only focus on the headache-inducing smell of saline and hand sanitizer. She pushed the headache aside, smiling at her younger sister. Her eyes stained red, and her nose ached from the constant running, but she kept her emotions at bay for the sake of her younger sister. The pain she felt in her heart didn’t compare to the pain her younger sister felt in her body.

“Dad’s sleeping,” Y/N whispered, pointing out the obvious, “so I snuck in some pudding. Do you want vanilla or chocolate?”

“Is that even a question?” Sara snarked, “chocolate.”

Y/N handed it over and settled in beside her sister, eyes peering over to their father resting on the cot. It had taken some convincing for him to finally sleep. Y/N had to promise him that she would keep a vigilant eye on her. His exhaustion was evident, and his heartbroken eyes didn’t help ease Sara’s pain for something she couldn’t control.

“Tuls,” Y/N hummed, “can I ask you a question?”

“Go for it,” Y/N allowed.

“Do you love me?” Y/N turned to look at her younger sister in confusion.

“Of course I do, Sara,” Y/N stated as if it were obvious. She sure as hell thought it was apparent. “Why would you think I didn’t?”

Her younger sister drew into herself, shuffling under her blankets, and in a small voice answered Y/N’s question, “because I’m not your sister sister, I’m just your half-sister.”

Y/N shuffled down until she was shoulder to shoulder with Sara, “that doesn’t mean anything, Sare Bear. There is no such thing as half love; I love you fully.”

Y/N knew that deep down, these words would be some of the last she ever said to her younger sister, and while the thought brought tears to her eyes, she felt a sense of peace knowing they were words of reassurance. Her words summarized her deep love for her little sister, and they would follow her to eternity. It brought minimal comfort in knowing that her baby sister would take those words with her in her next life, where she would play to her heart's content and read all the stories she wanted.

“Can you promise me something?” Sara whispered. Y/N cradled her head closer to her, sniffling before she nodded.

“Promise you won’t miss Halley’s Comet,” Sara begged, “I’ll pass by with it, just for you.”

“We’ll watch it together, Sare,” Y/N said, not wanting to come to terms with the reality of her sister dying.

“No, we won’t,” Sara said. Y/N’s heart broke at her answer. She hated the thought of her baby sister accepting death, “and that’s okay. Looking down at you, I’ll have the best seat on the comet. Just promise me you won’t miss it.”

“Okay,” Y/N murmured, “I promise. 1986, I will find the best spot and wait for you.”

“Thank you,” Sara smiled, “I love you, Tuls.”

“I love you more, Sare.”

Y/N couldn’t hold back the tears as they fell when her sister closed her eyes. She knew it wasn’t exhaustion. Sometime in the night, her sister would take her final breath, which would shatter her completely. She was right. Her little sister took her last breath the same night they all slept. The only thing that helped was knowing she was surrounded by the people who loved her.

JFK International Airport, NY, 1984

The last time Y/N had been in the airport was her incoming to New York. In the six years since her sister's passing, her father had moved back to Indiana following his divorce from her stepmother. She had stayed in New York with her mother and stepfather, growing in social status as her stepfather became a business mogul. She loved the lush life and the center of attention, but the emptiness in her heart never left. She knew that if she felt that way, her father was probably worse off.

The decision to move back to Hawkins was an easy one. She missed her father, and the spaced-out phone calls didn’t cut it. She missed Hawkins and its simplicity. She smiled at her mother and drew her into a tight hug, doing the same with her stepfather and pouting little brother.

“Be good, Tully,” her mother warned, passing her her bag.

“I’m always good, mom,” Y/N laughed, taking the bag with ease. Her mother returned her laugh and wiped away her tears.

“We’ll miss you, Tully,” her stepfather informed.

She knelt down to her brother’s height, staring into his teary eyes, “I’ll miss you, guys, too. But mostly you, big guy.”

He huffed and turned away from her, crossing his arms. Y/N chuckled and pulled him into her, feeling him melt into the hug, “be good for mom and dad. I’ll bring you something when I come back, and we can go on so many adventures.”

“Promise?” he lisped out.

“Pinky,” her flight was called over the speakers, and she stood up with a sigh.

“I love you all so much. I’ll send pictures and call,”

“We love you! Be safe!” her family called as she walked towards her terminal.

She was going home.

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stranger things characters as things my friends have said (pt. 2 cause the 1st one blew up):

erica: no, i’m not religious. the only god i believe in is the guy from monopoly. he’s crazy loaded.

steve: you don’t think the rest of us feel like idiots? dustin: that’s how you usually feel. it’s new for the rest of us.

lucas: will just told me that i’m his favorite. mike: i’ve been forsaken.

mike, awkwardly: have you had your first kiss? will: no, not yet. mike: oh… well i have. will, annoyed: good for you?

robin, watching steve do anything: oh the woes of peaking in high school.

argyle: you dudes are the reason why this country hasn’t put directions on shampoo.

max: men really do just be out here, huh?

lucas: guys it’s finally halloween! someone should be mike and someone should be el cause that relationship was the scariest!

nancy: i hate when people ask me if i’m on my period. like no. i was just angry at the situation. but now, thanks to you, i’m actually feeling very homicidal.

will, seriously: you know what i don’t get about horror movies? people are always acting so horrified when they get possessed but in real life i’d be like okay… jesus might not be taking the wheel but someone with a bit more pizazz might do the trick.

eddie, in excitement: there’s so many songs about sex! it’s just so profitable!

#stranger things #erica sinclair #steve harrington #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #will byers #robin buckely #argyle #he needs a last name #max mayfield #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #byler #mileven?

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#mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #eddie munson #dustin henderson #will byers #eleven hopper #robin buckely #joyce byers #chrissy cunningham #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #steve harrington #jim hopper #max mayfield #erica sinclair #i'm getting bored waiting for the script to come out

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Don’t you love how people will constantly repeat that Billy wasn’t a white supremacist, he never did anything racist or how Jason and his friends attacking Lucas and Erica wasn’t even the slightest bit racially motivated/race related and will go to the ends of the earth to say even though it’s the 80s there’s no racism, yet those same people will constantly deny the possibility of there being more queer characters etc because “oh it’s so unrealistic, it’s the 80s everyone was homophobic then”???

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Robin Buckley x Sinclair Oc

#wlw #robin buckely #robin buckley x fem reader #robin Buckley x oc #lesbian #lebanese #stranger things #orginal character #original female character #original sinclair oc

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harryandginnydeservesbetter · 1 year

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ok listen

strangers things as six of crows au

Mike as Kaz Brekker (cause I think it would be fun)

Will as Inej Ghafa

Dustin as Jesper Fahey

El as Wylan Van Eck

Max as Nina Zenik

Lucas as Matthias helver (no other reason than the fact that he is the muscles of the group)

Older teens

Nancy as Kaz Brekker

Robin as Inej Ghafa

Steve as Matthias helver

Jonathan as Nina Zenik

someone write this please????

@kanejpdf she helped me with this

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dxnyarya · 2 years

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Stoncy Week 2022 Day 7 July 30th: Secret relationship

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unamused-boss · 4 months

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Boots and Trumpets

Robin Buckley x Hargrove Oc

Warning, Strong topics: homophobia, child abandonment, troubled sibling relationship, child abuse, underage drinking, Homophobic language, strong language

I will not tolerate any negativity in the comments regarding sexuality or religion!

Summary: Amelia is now facing new challenges within Hawkins. One being her having the miss her friend Tina's annual Halloween party. So to counter for what she thought would be a boring night, she stopped by a little birdie's house instead.

I are currently sitting inside your shared ride with Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington. I had the pleasure to have the whole back seat to myself, with my boots propped up onto the window opposite of your head. My baggy washed out jeans hanging from my ankles with my golden colored sweater tucked into my jeans with a brown belt.

“Steve, the more you complain about it and not work on it the more it’s going to suck.” I said to him after hearing him complain about his college essay for the past fifteen minutes.

“It’s not bad Steve, it just needs some rearranging.” Nancy reassured. “You just have to…” Nancy went onto this thing about how he can fix it but I truly did not care. They went onto something else about some dinner that they had to go to. Everything came to a halt when a roar of an engine stopped every word that was about to be exchanged. Both Nancy and Steve stepped out of the car to have a look at the noise while I only peered out of the window. We all saw a charged blue Camaro drive by us and parked. Our eyes still followed to see who owned it. My eyes made contact with the California plate on the back of it.

“What are the odds..” I laughed, I’m kinda happy another Cali kid is here. Maybe I can make a new friend. Two people got out of the car, a dude wearing denim on denim with curly hair styled into a mullet and a twelve year old with red hair with a skateboard. They both looked familiar. But then I saw it, it was the missing earring to my set that I had when I left in California. I thought it fell out when I was packing my bags.

“No fucking way…” I said in shock. ‘Out of every town in this country, you just had to show up here…’

“Shit.”

You gotta be fucking kidding me. Out of every damn state that those asswhips could pick. They pick my state. Indi-fucking-ana. I can’t handle this. I'm gonna throw up. I don’t have the energy to go find a new place to live. I can’t let any of them see me. I can’t live through this. This has to be some sort of nightmare. A really bad nightmare. God I didn’t change my last name either. Everyone is going to know. He’s going to figure it out and I’ll be thrown in front of a flippin bus. What am I going to do?

“Hey!” An all to perky Tina jumped up at me while I was at my locker. “How are you Amy?”

God, here it begins.

“What’s up…” My voice sounds frazzled, get it together. “I’m fine. What do you need?”

“Well as you know by now there is a new hot topic on campus.” Tina grinned.

“Yeahh.” I answered clearly to most with no enthusiasm, but not to Tina. “What does he have to do with me?”

“Well. I was hoping you could hook me up with your cousin!”

“Cousin? No he is not my cousin, we are no were near related.”

“Really?” She seemed not to believe me. “You guys just look really similar, I mean if you never took your sunglasses off I’d think you were him.” She obviously meant it as a joke. I can tell by the light giggle that she gave after making her comment.

“Well we’re not so I can’t help you there.” I stated blankly to her. “Hope you’re able to get in his pants.” I tried to end the conversation there but I was stopped.

“Hey wait!” I turned back to face Tina, who had pulled out an orange slip of paper. “Here you're invited, hope you can make it.” She said before skipping away to her next class. I looked down at the flier to see ‘ Let’s get sheet faced’ printed in bold on it. I laugh a bit at the play on words before folding it and putting it in my pocket. ‘I am skipping school today’ I made my way to the back exit of the school when a light force knocked me a few steps back.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry, that was completely my fault. Please don’t yell at me, I’m just trying to get to chem.” A familiar frantic voice called out to me. Robin Buckley.

“Robin, it’s okay.” I reassured her.

“Are you sure? Cause listen if that scary dude is related to you please don’t send him my way.” She begged.

I huffed. “I’m not related to him, Robin, don’t worry. I’m playing hooky, I’ll catch ya later… hopefully?” I say. I start walking past her to the free world from Hawkins High School

“Yeah, to-totally.” The faint voice of Robin can be heard from the closing doors.

…

Halloween Night: Friday 31, 1984

“Listen Tina, I can’t make it.” I told the bummed girl over that phone. “I’m sorry, I’ll come to the next party you throw.” I reassured her.

“But why are you flaking out on the Halloween bash! You never miss this specific party in the few years that I have known you.” That is true. Once you went to Tina’s annual halloween party you’ve never missed it. But that is changing this year. Being that your twin brother and step sister now live here, there is going to be a lot more flaking then just at the halloween party.

“Tina I told you, I’m taking Will trick or treating with his friends tonight.” You told her once again. “We can do a sleepover some time next week… okay.”

“Okay.” I heard her sigh, “I see ya around.”

“See ya later Tina.” I hung up the yellow landline. I walk over to the livingroom to see Will fixing his ghostbusters costume.

“I still can’t believe no one else dressed up this year.” Will said sadly, “Everyone dressed up last year.”

“It’s okay Will, they just think they're too cool to dress up.” I reassured the small kid. In the back you can hear Bob explaining to Johnathan how the camera works when Joyce came behind Will with his, whatever it is, backpack for his costume.

“Listen, stay close to your brother and Amy, and you get a bad feeling just tell them so you can come straight home.” Joyce told him. “You promise.” Will gave her a thumbs up. “Okay.”

“You ready to rock and roll, Will the wise.” I smiled down at him.

“Be safe.” Joyce shouted out to us, mainly to Will. We all got into the car. Jonathan driving, Will in the passenger seat, and with me in the back. We start to make our way over to Mike’s neighborhood.

“I just don’t get what she sees in him.” Jonathan says all of a sudden.

“What?” Will answered in utter confusion.

“Bob.”

“At least he doesn’t treat me differently.” Will said. “I can’t even go trick or treating by myself. It’s lame.”

“What, you think me and Johnathan are lame?” I said, trying to lighten his mood.

“No, but it’s not like Nancy is coming to watch over Mike. You know?” Jonathan just sighs. He looks at me from the mirror. I give him the same look. We both feel bad for the kid, but what are we gonna do? I don’t want anything to happen to Will. Sooner than later we are at Mike’s front yard. Will makes his way to get out till Johnathan stops him.

“Hey.” Jonathan says to Will.

“Yeah.” He answers.

“If I let you go by yourself, will you promise to stay in the neighborhood.” Johnathan suggested.

“Yeah.” Will’s mood brightened up. “Yeah-Yeah, totally.”

“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.” Jonathan told him.

“9:30?” Will tried to persuade him. “9:00.” Jonathan said again.”Deal?” “Yeah deal.” Will rushes out of the car to go to his friends.

“Will.” Jonathan stops him from leaving the car to hand him the camera. “Don’t let any of your spazzy friends touch this.” Will laughed and took the camera to go over to his friends.

“You’re a good brother John.” I smiled at him. “I’ll see ya later.” As is tried to get out of the car but Jonathan stopped me.

“Wait where are you going?”

“I don't know, I’ll probably walk around the neighborhood.” I said. “I got a friend down that street.”

“You’re really not going to Tina’s party?” He was bewildered by this.

“Yeah John, I’m really not going.”

“But you love Tina’s parties.” He simply stated.

“Well I’m not feeling it this year.” I told him.

“Bullshit.” He called. “Why aren’t you going?”

“I just don’t want to go.” I’m sticking to this. “I have someone I can hang out with, plus I’ll be close to Will if something happens.” John and I just stare at each other for a minute.

“Okay.” He sighed. “But if Nancy gets upset that you’re not there, I’m not taking the heat.”

“Okay.” I smiled at him as I got out of the car. I walked my way over to where the boys were messing around as John left for Tina's party. “Okay turd-nuggets.” I begin.

“Really, what are you twelve?” Mike sassed.

“And are you a lollipop with that stick up your ass?” I sassed back to him, I start back up were I was interrupted. “I will be down that street with a friend, I will be back her at 8:45 to make sure you guys are fine. Okay?”

A chorus of “Okay’s” filled the air.

“Great! See you shit-heads later.” I walk off a familiar bird’s house. I walk up the stairs to the front door and give it a quick knock. I wait until the door opens.

“Amelia?” Robin says confused. “What are you doing here?”

“ I was hoping we could hang out for a bit.” I suggested. “Is that okay?”

“Oh! It’s completely fine!” She exclaimed, “I just thought you'd be at some party.”

“I didn’t feel like partying tonight, ya know.” I made my way into her house.

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Tina’s Halloween Party: Friday 31, 1984

The party was in full swing. TP covering the lights of every room. Alcohol filling the mouths and noses of every teenager on the property. Music blasting as loud as physically possible. Someone throwing up in the front yard. The smell of weed coming from the master bedroom with each new blunt that was lit. The sound of a name being chanted in the backyard. A keg stand can be seen with an all too familiar blonde on top, like always.

“Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy!” Is chanting through the crowd as the new keg king came down from his stand. Spitting out that remaining beer from his mouth.

“That’s how you do it Hawkins! That’s how you do it!” Billy yelled. The statement “We have a new keg king, ladies and gentleman!” Being shouted along as Billy made his way into the house. His senses are filled with the atmosphere of the room. Till he sees a certain fallen king with his princess.

“Got ourselves a new keg king Harrington.” Tommy boasted.

“Yeah, eat it Harrington!” Steve looked onto the, now new, keg king. Waiting for something to happen.

“What’s wrong Harrington? Your little dyke is not here to save you.” Tommy fake whined to him. As a way to taunt him. Tommy was about to keep laughing when he felt beer splash over his shoulder. “What the? What the hell Tina?!”

“Don’t call her that!” Tina shouted at him “If she was here she’d leave you crying.”, too drunk to keep dealing with him but still wanting to defend her friend. Nancy, now done with the testerone in front of her, quickly left to get something stronger to drink. Tommy is now pissed that he is covered in pungent drink.

“Go worry about yourself before you come at me guys.” Was all Steve said then walking away from the other teenage boys. Staring off at the brunette as he went after his girlfriend.

Billy turned himself around to face Tommy. “How were you talking about that got Tina mad?” He asked, genuinely curious about the lesbian that was not present tonight at the party of the semester.

“Oh. Just some lesbo that hangs with Harrington.” Tommy retorted, making it seem like she isn’t worth Billy’s time. “She can be a fucking asshole.”

…

Laughter filled the Buckley house this Halloween. The two girls conversed with one another for the past few hours. Being comfortable with one another knowing how the other truly is.

“Wait.” Robin kept laughing. “You got caught kissing Heather Halloway from her bedroom window then proceeded to fall from the second story?!”

“Yeaah, I’m not welcomed over at the Holloway house any more.” I giggled.

“Jeez, you’ve done more than I thought.” Robin smiled. “I’m still scared to change in the girls locker room.”

“Hey I’m the town lesbo.” I calmly giggled.

We fell into comfortable silence, “Hey, I wanna ask you something?” Robin asked.

“Sure.” I said, waiting for her question.

“What was California like?” I sat silent for a second. Due to my silence Robin thought she had hit a nerve. “If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to!”

“It’s okay, I just haven't talked with anyone about California.” I reassured her. “ It was like a constant sunset everyday…” I started.

“The weather was always perfect. And the beaches, oh my god the beaches. They were always clear. I lived in Santa Monica, very touristy but beautiful.” I was happy I could finally talk about my home again. “Ugh that sand was so soft under your toes when you walked. And there was this boardwalk that my mom took me and my brother to all that time-”

“You have a brother?” Robin asked curiously.I stopped. ‘No I messed up’.

“Yeah.” I frowned.

“Do- Do you miss him?” Robin asked.

“Everyday… but I hope he’s living the California dream as you guys would say.” I covered my truth with a lie. Not wanting her to know that my brother is here in Hawkins.

“Well from how to describe California, it sounds beautiful.” She reassured me.

I stared back at her with a smile. “Thanks Robin.” Silence filled the room again. Comfortable silence. I liked being around Robin, even with her nervous attitude, she was truly one of a kind. I was about to say something when I glanced at the clock of the wall to find it was close to the time I told the boys I would meet them.

“I gotta go.” I sighed disappointedly, “But I’d love to spend more time together.” I am hoping her answer is a yes.

“Yeah, I would love that! Well not like love-love, but do love being around you. Not in like a couple ways cause that would be weird since we’re just friends. Yaaa know.” She panicked.

“I know Rob.” I smirked, “I’ll see you at school later.”

As we said our goodbyes, I made my way down the street to see the boys. I saw the familiar ghostbuster’s suits from where I was. I could tell that they picked someone up along the way to go trick or treating with. ‘How cute, they made a new friend’. There were two stragglers in the back of the group, by the hair cuts I could tell that it was Mike and Will. I did a small jog over to them.

“Hey shit-heads!” I yelled to them, all their heads slowly turning to me as I made my way over to them. “Did you guys get anything good?”

“What Amy, why are you here?” Mike complained.

“Cause it is close to 9:00 and I want to check on you guys, is that so bad?”

“Yes.” He answered.

“Okay you know what, you're a little shit.” I said to him, “Besides who’s your new?... friend…”

Fuck.

It appears that we have the same looks on our faces. I stared at Max. She stared back at me.

“Shit…” I accidently said out loud.

“Do you know Max, Amy?” Lucas asked me.

I took a deep breath in. “No.” I said simply. “Listen, hit up a few more houses, I’ll come get you in a minute.”

“Where are you-” Dustin started.

“I need a minute guys!” I shouted at them, walking over to Mike’s front yard. Dammit, why. Why! The last person I want to see is with the kids I watch. Shit. This is bad. She can’t tell Niel. No, she can’t tell Billy. Would they even believe her if she told them? Shit, what do I do? I was taken out of my head when a very upset Mike walked by me. I was about to ask him if he was okay when I heard a commotion in the street. I look over to see Will being picked on by some older boys.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing!” I shout at them as I run over to them. “Get back here you fuck heads!” They ran away the minute I had my eyes set on them. Will was pushed to the ground, dropping his candy and camera. I kneel down to him, “Hey Will, are you okay?” I calmly asked him. “Did they hurt you?” I kept asking. Will was not responding what so ever. He just kept looking up at the sky, like something was looking at him. “Will?... Will!” He started to get up slowly, still not answering me. He started to move slowly. Till he ran straight to the back of Mike’s house. “Will!” I shouted after him, grabbing his candy and camera. The other apparently heard me since I heard multiple pairs of feet behind me. I made my way down some brick stairs to find Mike with Will hiding behind a wall.

“Will! I couldn’t find you.” Mike panicked with worry. “I heard Amy shouting then I couldn’t find you, are you hurt?” Due to Will’s heavy breathing I could tell what was up.

“Holy shit!” Dustin yelled.

I kneeled down to his level looking him in the eyes. “Did you have another episode Will?” He was still looking around like a scared cat. “I’m gonna get you home, okay buddy.” Mike made his way to help Will up. When others tried to help he called them off. Blocking off the rest of us to take Will with him.

“Mike?” Dustin tried.

“Keep trick or treating, I’m bored anyways.” He started taking Will with him.

“What’s wrong with him?” Max asked, looking to us for an answer. The boys and I were silent, nothing to say.

“It’s something you don’t have to worry about.” I told her. “Dustin, Lucas go up there for a minute. I need to talk with her.”

“What! Why?” They both started to complain.

“I don’t want to hear it. Go!” I hardly ever get stern with them, but when I do I hope they know I mean what I say. They both, begrudgingly, made their way up the stairs. I turn myself back to Max.

“Max.”

“Amelia.”

“I go by Amy now…” Well this is awkward.

“What did you want?” She asked me, quit literally over me already.

“You can’t tell Billy I’m here or anyone.” I told her.

“What? Why not?” She was baffled. “Do you not know how much Billy misses you?”

“No Max I don’t, because I’ve been here for the past 4 years.” I stated. “Just please don’t tell him, and don’t tell anyone that we’re related. Got that.”

“Yes.”

“Good. As far as me and you go, we just met. Okay?”

“Okay.” She said a bit quietly. “Now let’s get you back up there with your friends so you can enjoy the rest of the night.” I take her back up to Dustin and Lucas. And since Johnathan isn’t here by 9:00, looks like I’m stuck here.

Jeez, the next month is gonna be a shit show. Max knows I’m here now. Johnathan is nowhere in sight. On top of that my twin brother is here too. Hopefully this can’t get any worse than it already is.

Man. I was so wrong about that…

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