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kendallroydefender · 3 years

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The best and the worst day (Steve Harrington x Reader)

It was over. Once again you had dealt with the upside down. But this time it wasn’t all that Happy End like, Hopper and Billy were gone. And knowing Hopper was dead and that El lost her parental figure was breaking your heart. You were outside the Mall surrounded by ambulances and police cars, a nurse lead you towards a ambulance car to look at your ankle that you sprained in the mess of it all.

Just a few hours ago you were locked in some Russian underground tunnels trying to find a way out with Erica and Dustin. While your friends were being tortured. They would have catched you too if it wasn’t for Steve pushing you away telling you to run and get help. Steve. Your mind was occupied by the brown eyed boy for some time now.

After they put a foot splint on your ankle you were allowed to leave. You were relatively fine they just told you not to walk a lot the next days. You looked around searching for one specific person. When you saw the brown hair on the bed of another ambulance you breathed out relieved and made your way over there.

"Hey" You mumbled before sitting next to him, Steve opened his eyes looking at you before hissing at the alcohol wich his wounds were currently treated with. He adjusted the blanket that were draped around his shoulders so that it covered both of you, forcing the nurse to stop. His action made your heart melt a little, even in his state he still looked out for others. And you couldn’t help but reach for his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. This made Steve blush even though you couldn’t see it and butterflies erupt in his stomach.

Steve had feelings for you for some time now - as did you but you both believed that the other was just being friendly. You two sat there as Steve was treated and checked.

"So you have a concussion but you don’t have to come to the hospital if you are supervised at home.“ the doctor said and Steve remembered that his parents were still on a business trip "My parents are-" you interrupted him with saying "I‘m there. He’s not alone.“ he gave your hand a little squeeze. The doctor nodded and picked up a bottle of pills "These are pain medication, he can take two every six hours and if he’s feeling worse or starts vomiting he needs to come to the hospital.“ You nodded and took the container from her.

Once Steve was allowed to leave you two walked a few steps "You don’t have to stay with me.“ Steve started but you squeezed his hand, that were still laced with his "Steve it’s okay. Really. I don’t really want to stay alone tonight anyway and I don’t want you to be alone either- I don’t think any of us would.“ he smiled at you "Yeah I get that...thank you“ he added, you looked around you and saw Joyce go into a car with her sons and Eleven. Mike was accompanied by Nancy as were Lucas, Erica and Dustin. "Hey would it be okay if we invited Robin too? I don’t want her to be alone tonight either.“ you asked him and this time it was his turn to melt at you caring for the others "Yes of course.“.

After you found Robin and convinced her that she really wouldn’t interrupt the three of you sat in the police car on the way to Steve’s house.

You decided that you all would sleep on the couch in the living room, it was big and comfortable and you all could stay together that way with the comfort of your friends around, so while Steve went to the bathroom you and Robin got blankets. Robin went towards the guestroom and you went into Steve’s room taking his stuff to bring down. After you did that, you only needed two beddings since everyone knew that you and Steve would end up sharing a bed anyway.

"Hey i got you two some things to change into“ Steve announced as he arrived downstairs again. And you went into the bathroom to take a quick shower and brush your teeth (you were actually for once thankful that Steve’s parents were prepared for guests so they had some fresh toothbrushes) as you looked at the pair of sweatpants and shirt he gave you, you couldn’t help but smile. It was the shirt you once told him you liked when you were visiting him at scoops at your own lunchbreak, something you did often over the last months.

While you were upstairs Robin looked over at the Boy and asked with a smirk "So are you gonna ask her out now?“ Steve’s head snapped up way too fast and it made his head throb for a moment. "What?“ Robin rolled her eyes "Steve I remember what you told me in the restroom at the mall...“ Steve looked at his hands "Yeah I told you that I loved her but that doesn’t mean I can act on it..“ his voice was low. "Why?“ Robin asked and Steve shook his head lightly "She deserves so much better. She’s perfect and she deserves to life a live without having to think of the upside down all the time. I would just remind her of all of this...“ Robins heart broke for her friend "You might be a Dingus but you aren’t that bad... We all see the way she looks at you Steve.“ he wanted to protest but the bathroom door in the floor above them opened and your steps were heard. "Talk to her!“ The blonde girl said before getting up.

You got downstairs and as Robin was going to get ready and you went straight into the kitchen to get some frozen peas for Steve’s face. You sat on the couch next to the boy and laid a pillow onto your lap before patting it "come here.“ and he laid his head down. He winced as the cold hit his swollen face before relaxing at the feeling and you started to play with his hair. "I was really scared.“ you almost whispered "Me too.“ Steve said with closed eyes "but one thing made me go trough it all.“ he added and smiled faintly "What’s that?“ you asked as you massaged his scalp "You.“ Steve said and you stopped your movements at his words "What?“ you asked confused wich made him open his eyes and look into yours "When I was down there the only thing I could think about was you. I didn’t knew for sure that you were safe and- and I knew I had to get out there to see if you were okay.“ your lips parted "God was I relieved when I saw you were fine.“ he sat up, his head throbbing at his actions before he searched for your eyes "Y/n down there I realized- no I think I knew that before but- god Steve get it together...“ you looked up at him confused but your face held a soft expression so he cleared his throat before saying "I like you... like a lot. And I know you deserve so much better but I- I-" he stutterd but you smiled "I like you too Steve. A lot.“ you said wich made him mirror your smile "Okay. That’s- that’s great....“ he answered "And don’t say I deserve better Steve because you are the greatest man I know. You are so so brave and you saved my life... more than once.“ he smiled and nodded but still not completely believing your words. You intertwined your fingers once again and your gaze met his. "Can i... can I kiss you?“ he asked a little unsure and you nodded before you two leaned in and connected your lips in a sweet but careful kiss since you didn’t wanted to hurt him. You parted and he asked you "Would you like to go out with me sometime?“ You nodded fondly "Yeah I would really like that.“ and you two just sat there smiling at each other as Robin came back down. You all laid down on the comfortable cushions, Steve shuffled so he laid on his side so he could be the big spoon and you cuddled back into him carefully not to hurt him more. Robin smiled at the sight of you two. You talked for a bit getting your mind off the events that happened earlier.

After a while Robin fell asleep so you turned around so you could face the boy you had fallen so deeply for. He smiled down at you as he wrapped his arm around your waist again. The next minutes were spend kissing each other, still very cautious not to put too much pressure on his split and bruised lip.

"It’s so weird. This was such a bad day, like it’s on top of the worst days I ever experienced but now it’s also one of the best..“ you rambled while tracing his jaw softly with your fingers and Steve wanted to stay in this moment forever. You were safe and he would do anything to keep it this way. "Yeah I feel the same way... I was kidnapped by Russians a few hours ago but now I am here alive with you. And Robin of course.. but with you.“ he said voice just above a whisper tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You cuddled into his chest and he tightened his arms around you as you both fell asleep with smiles on your lips.

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff

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dearyams · 4 years

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december 17, 1985

Last Christmas I gave you my heart and the very next day, you gave it away. This year to keep me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special.

— Last Christmas, Wham!, 1984

[ day 2: last christmas i gave you my heart ]

The Party congregates in the Wheeler basement as if it’s any other day in their cumulative years of friendship. It’s not any other day though, so Mike sits on the couch with his head in his hands, elbows imprinting bruises on his knees as the other boys and Max and El crowd around Will. He’s excited, the faint brush of Will’s fingers sizzling warmth in him as if he’s upstairs sitting by the fireplace, but there’s a selfish part within him that wishes everyone would get out and leave him alone with Will.

They didn’t have much time to discuss whatever transpired between them in the market, and while Mike did learn that Joyce and his mom had indeed planned for them to be stuck in the store together to greet each other again, he was still a bit unnerved by the entire situation. Now that everyone else knew Will was here, the secret was no longer kept and he didn’t have the headspace to think about how to even ask Will about what happened. He always had too much on his mind when the Party gathers together—grouping together always means something entertaining would happen with them all—and now that he’s in the same room as El, he has to try his best to stem any awkwardness or tension that permeates between the two of them.

Mike’s never dealt with the aftermath of breakup like this—with confusion, distance, and inaction. He let their distance take over and bleed into his inaction, and he let confusion fester until it boiled over into awkward acceptance. El doesn’t treat him much differently, though every so often she’ll send him a wordless glance with a furrowed brow and the slightest frown anyone could muster on their thin, pressed lips. Mike has always been the most oblivious when it comes to social interactions, Dustin makes that clear almost every day, but he’s sure not even the master between them can decipher what El means with her looks.

A tiny sigh slips from his lips as he resettles himself in seat with a scowl. Lucas and Max are chatting between themselves as they walk upstairs, crankily wooden steps creaking with their subconsciously synchronized steps. Mike watches them lazily before realizing there are eyes on him, so he turns around and finds himself locking eyes with Dustin. Dustin, who wriggles his eyebrows before climbing to his feet with an over-exaggerated sigh.

“I’ll go help Lucas and Max, maybe say hi to Nancy if she’s hanging around,” he unnecessarily announces with a grin. “Yell if you need me!”

And he’s gone. Mike’s mouth twists in a grimace, his height-stressed back protesting when he slouches in his seat. Will pokes at his new D&D dice, black and speckled red yet matte and glossed like dragon scales. The numbers on each side are bright white, shiny with lack of use unlike the smudged and fading digits on the ones he had put in the donation box all those months ago. Mike traces the numeral 14 with his eyes. He follows the lines of Will’s fingers and feels his breath hitch when Will’s gentle tracing pauses just a moment as if he knows Mike is watching him. Maybe he does, but Mike isn’t going to interrupt the moment any further by glancing up. He’s also worried if he looks up, then he’ll know El knows he’s watching Will and the implications found there aren’t anything he wants to bother straining his brain over.

“Will, do you want to help the others, too?”

Mike pulls his gaze up at that. El is playing with Will’s decagonal d10, fat and slippery between her thin, calloused fingers. Will stiffens, eyes darting up to Mike on the couch before he shrugs. “I think the three of them can handle themselves, don’t you agree, Mike?”

“Sure,” he replies stiltedly, not quite sure why El wants Will out the room.

She raises her eyebrows, still staring at the die in her hands, and curls her hand in a fist. She shakes her fist to roll the die and then smiles with a shake of her head when it delivers her a patient 7, her shoulder length hair flopping across her face in a childish manner. Despite that, the action makes her look older and far more serious. “I’ll go then.” El looks up at Mike with a tight smile. “We can talk later, Mike.”

“Talk about?” he questions, deliberately obtuse and chilly. El frowns and it melts a bit of the fear taking store in his heart.

Will grabs the die and stuffs it into a velvet bag where he had stored the others. “It’s fine. I’ll go if you need to talk.” His voice thickens with unspoken emotion. “Yesterday, Mike said he wanted to catch up with you later and now is later.”

El laughs lightly. “Don’t worry, Will. I think you two have something you need to talk about.”

“We don’t have anything we need to talk about, El,” lies Mike as if he hadn’t been brooding on the couch thinking about exactly that.

“Then what you want to talk about.” She walks to the staircase, almost floating with each step, and Mike’s reminded of why he liked her so much when they first met. Strong, powerful, protective, caring, everything he could have wanted. And he didn’t want it anymore. Maybe never did but that’s a thought for another day.

Silence permeates the air until Will shuffles on the floor. He’s dressed in jeans that flare just a bit at the ankle and a brown and white sweater that brings out the lighter brown in his much shortened hair and the hazel in his typically bright eyes. The yellow collar of his undershirt is popped up, covering his neck in an unconscious habit. There’s no cold wind or winter breeze down here in the basement but the holiday season brings back torrid memories, let alone the events of the summer, that leave Will hyper aware of the shivers and stings running down the back of his neck. Mike wants to pull his collar down if only to help emit comfort. Will is always safe in the Wheeler basement—always safe if Mike’s here at his side.

He doesn’t touch Will’s collar, but he does climb off the couch and settle in next to the other boy. Mike faces the staircase as a lookout, his left shoulder brushing against Will’s own left shoulder as Will faces toward the game shelf. He notes that his mom put fake snow on the railing as fairy lights curl around the pillars of the stairs. Will’s shoulders tense for a moment before he calms and leans in toward Mike. Their hands situate themselves side by side, pinkies barely brushing as if a repeat of their meeting yesterday.

“Do you remember last year,” starts Will in a voice far too gentle for the upcoming conversation. Mike nods, knows Will can feel it even if he can’t see it. “Our moms stuffing us in suits and taking photos for the ball.”

“The pictures on the mantle won’t let me forget it.”

Will laughs, each second as unique as the snowflakes flittering into piles outside. He settles into a huff and his pinky lightly brushes Mike’s. “You looked good that night.”

Mike’s throat tightens. Is it appropriate to tell a friend he also looked good? Is he allowed to acknowledge how he felt that day, how his heart clenched when Will went off with that girl and Mike realized what he wanted isn’t something he could have? Isn’t something he can let himself want? “You too.” he replies hoarsely in hopes that he sounds neutral enough. “We all looked good that night.”

“Yeah. Minus Dustin’s hair.” Mike lets out a few chuckles at that and feels Will’s hand eventually fully overlap his own. “Mike, I...I don’t know how to say this.”

Mike turns his head to burrow his nose in Will’s soft hair. His lips barely move as he speaks. “You don’t have to say anything.”

“But I need to.” Will pulls away and turns to fully face Mike. His cheeks are flushed, a frown drapes over his lips, and the sudden desire to kiss off that frown guts Mike until the open wound in his stomach bubbles over into his hands in piles of pure affection. The brunette raises his right hand to brush Mike’s curling bangs from his forehead. “You’ve hurt me a lot, you know.”

Mike stiffens. “I know.”

“No, you don’t.” Will sighs and pulls away. “Last Christmas, after Snowball, even after I saw you and El kissing,” his voice cracks on that word, stalactite icicles shattering against the floor as they fall from the ceiling of a dark, damp cave, “I thought we were still, I don’t know...the friends that we became after all that mess.”

The friends that we became. As in, something different that before. Mike clenches his jaw. “You were dying and I couldn’t have that—I couldn’t lose you.”

“I know.”

“And I couldn’t lose El, either.”

“I know.”

“You can’t be mad at me for that.”

“I’m not.” Will sighs and leans his head back against Mike’s shoulder. “I was mad at myself for thinking and wishing and foolishly giving you more than I should.”

Mike’s eyes dart toward the decorated staircase. He can feel Will’s hot breath against his sensitive neck. “Like what?”

“You know what; don’t make me spit out such a cheesy line, Wheeler.”

A grin curls on Mike’s lips and he looks back a little to make eye contact. “You’ve gotten very introspective, Byers.”

“That kinda happens after your best friend spits certain words at you that make you reanalyze your entire life.” Will turns his head and breaks their locked gaze. “But back to Christmas last year. Insert the cheesy line; I gave you my heart, alright? Silly me thinking it would be fine if I did, thought you would care about something like that.”

“Will,”

“Don’t. I don’t wanna hear it.” His voice is winded but strong. “If we’re going to be the friends we became, then let me say my part. I’m tired of crying over this.”

“Will.” Mike says more firmly, twisting his hips to face Will head-on. This talk deserves more than Mike’s half-assed glances at the staircase as he tries to avoid full immersion in the conversation. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I know.” green hazel eyes looked down at the rug furnished floor. “We do stupid shit and say stupid things, but you and me...” He glances up. “We can’t be stupid about this. You haven’t...you don’t...”

“When we thought you died, Troy came for me. Told me you were better dead, probably killed by other people like...” Mike clears his throat. “His words weren’t about me but he still...he still targeted them toward me. Like everyone could see what was up between us before I could.”

“Well, you’re a bit on the slow side when it comes to things like this,” huffs Will with a sardonic smile. “But this year...this year I don’t wanna leave Hawkins being as miserable as I left the first time.”

“This year to keep you from tears, you’ll give your heart to someone special?”

Will pinches Mike’s side and he loudly yelps, scrambling from Will’s side even though he starts laughing at his own joke. “You’re so annoying, Mike, oh my god; I’m having a serious conversation here! You can’t just go around inserting sad Christmas song lyrics everywhere.”

Mike grins widely and flops onto his back with a happy sigh. “Am I someone special to you?”

“Always.” The unadulterated honesty in Will’s voice takes Mike aback. He turns his head to face Will, looking up at the boy whose cheeks are flushed with equal parts natural warmth and soft embarrassment. “So, how am I leaving Hawkins?”

Mike turns onto his stomach and rests his head in his hands, elbows pressed into the hardened floor beneath him. He thinks about his upcoming chat with El, thinks about how his heart dropped to his feet when he hugged his mom the day the Byers moved away and realized how much he missed Will already. A smile smoothly skates itself onto his lips, sharp-lined and eager as his heart jumps into an axel and lands perfectly.

“I think you already know the answer to that one.”

#byler #byeler #byelerholidaybash #frogfaceandzombieboy #fluff #multi part #i am incapable of angst huh

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theonewiththefanfics · 5 years

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Hawkins’ Charm (Part 5/?)

Synopsys: They had gotten out of Hawkins. After all the shit that had happened, all the heartache and pain, Billy and the Reader had gotten away from that hellhole, building their life in California as he had dreamed. But when Max’s graduation rolls around and they go to celebrate, it’s as if the Upside Down was just waiting for all of them to return. And it has a bone to pick.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x f!Reader; platonic!Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: blood, mentions of injuries and death, fighting, swearing

Word count: 4262

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE BILLY’S ACTIONS AND THE THINGS HE’S DONE! THIS IS BASICALLY AN AU, WHEN REALLY LOOKING AT IT! SPOILERS FOR S3! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

When they arrived at the old Byers’ house, the sun was already over the horizon painting the sky and their surroundings with deep golden hues, pastel pinks and even some light greens. If the situation wasn't the way it was, he'd think it might even be the prettiest sight ever. Nothing would compare to the sunrises in San Diego with Y/N by his side, but there was something eerily beautiful in the view. “They’re all most definitely asleep,” Johnathan warned placing the key in the lock and twisting it. Billy was barely listening to what he was saying, how maybe they should talk to Joyce first, and then wake the kids up, but the second his eyes befell on Alex, he wanted to disappear. He looked so much like Y/N; the same hair, the same eyes, just his mouth and nose were their late father’s. If there wasn’t the age difference between them, they could pass as twins. With how much taller Alex had grown, most definitely. They were all in the living room, Mike and Lucas splayed on the couch while the rest were in sleeping bags littered around the floor. Soft snores filled the air, and Billy’s gaze befell on Max. His little sister that he used to genuinely hate, then managed to somehow tolerate and now called her family without hesitation. Her ginger locks was a mess and even that was an understatement, nose hidden in the pillow underneath her head. A soft smile pulled up at his lips before it dropped. He’d have to involve all of them in this mess. Again. It was his fault, and now he’d be the reason the week they were supposed to be having fun before the panic of moving to universities and colleges would start, would be replaced by fear and genuine terror. A groggy Joyce stepped in the living room, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand to get rid of sleep. “What’s going on?” her raspy voice was quiet as to not wake the kids. They were practically adults, but for them, they’d always be kids. “Y/N’s missing,” Steve whispered. “And the Demogorgon is back.”

“What? But… that’s impossible.” Joyce shook her head. “I closed the Gate. Hop…” she struggled to get the word out and had to look to the ground. “Hopper gave his life so I could do it. I saw them pour cement down every single crack of every single door. And the one at the lab has been closed as well. We checked. Four. Years. Ago.” Joyce looked at Will as he slowly stirred, sighed and then turned to the other side going back to sleep. “Are you sure, the Gate’s open again?” she whispered. Everyone simultaneously nodded. “There’s no other explanation as to how a Demogorgon and a bunch of Demodogs could be in Hawkins again.” “Demodogs?” it was Dustin who butted it lifting his head from the ground, a trail of drool down his cheek. “What’s going on?” Hearing the chatter, the rest of the Party slowly woke up, small grunts escaping most of their mouths ‘cause they’d only slept for a few hours, spending most of the time watching movies and playing one last game of Dungeons & Dragons. “El, we need your help,” Nancy was the one who spoke up and watched as the girl’s eyebrows furrowed mind still ruled by sleep. “Why?” she yawned and stretched her neck. “Y/N… she’s missing.” Alex’s head whipped to the side to look at the young woman. “What do you mean by she’s missing?” “Alex…” Joyce stepped forward ready to be a buffer between the two people, but the younger one shook his head and stood up. “No,” he pointed at his brother-in-law, “answer me – what do you mean by Y/N’s missing?” Billy couldn’t lift his gaze to meet Alex’s. “Don’t make me ask again.” Robin sighed and went to place a hand on his shoulder. “Now’s not the time.” “Where’s my sister?!” he roared and finally got his answer, though it was one that chilled him to the core. “I don’t know!” Billy yelled. “That fucking thing took her!” Alex felt like he might vomit, much like Billy did. “What thing?” he got out through clenched teeth. Billy couldn’t respond, he didn’t want to. It would mean confirming everything that had transpired since Tina’s just a couple of hours ago was real, and he didn’t want it to be. Steve broke his silence. “The Demogorgon.” “That can’t be right,” Mike shook his head. “I thought it was all over when we fought that thing at the mall.” “It’s true,” Will said and had to swallow a lump that had grown in his throat. “I – I didn’t want to believe it when I first felt it. I just thought it was the nerves cause graduation is in two days… but… I think I knew it all along, just didn’t want to admit it.” Will’s words were what sealed it as the truth. Even though they wanted to question it more, even though they wanted to dismiss it and go back to sleep, write it off as a horrible nightmare, the fact that Steve, Billy, Robin, Nancy and Johnathan all sported cuts and bruises and looked like they were about to collapse was proof enough. “Please,” Billy begged through tears dropping down on his knees before El, “please I need you to find her.” She didn’t say yes, or no or anything, just that she’d need something of Y/N’s. “Like what?” “Anything I can use to connect to her.” He had nothing on himself that was a piece of Y/N except… his hands trembled as fingers wrapped around his wedding band and slowly took it off. The skin was so much lighter where it had snugly sat for years, and Billy didn’t feel right without it on. “Will this do?” he choked out looking at the golden circle. Not once in his life had it been taken off. The day Y/N had slid it along his skin and helped it rest against the base of his finger was the day he had vowed to keep her safe. Seemed fitting that Billy parted with it when he’d broken the promise. El just nodded, not wanting to say anything that could cause more pain. She sat down on the floor crisscross, Mike turning the TV on static with the old radio as well, helping her slip a black blindfold across her eyes. Billy knew it could take a while, but every second that El just sat there, blood trickling down her nose and towards her lip was a second of agony. “She’s,” she finally spoke up after about five minutes, her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “She’s laying on the floor on her side. There’s blood on her shirt… a lot of it…” “Is she breathing?” it was Steve who asked the question, but Billy was not about to yell at him, it was the same thing he needed to know. Had to know to figure out if he himself should keep breathing. “I – I think so,” El nodded, wiping away a little trickle of blood from her nose. “I think she’s cold. She’s shivering. I can see her breath in the air.” “Where is she?” Nancy tried to steer her in the right direction. It was good news to hear Y/N was fighting, but if they didn’t get to her in time, that might just be it. El shook her head. “I don’t know. It’s a dark room… it looks like a big fridge…” Cautiously she stepped towards where Y/N laid, and that’s when she noticed that all the shivering was not just that, but it was the woman crying her shaky breaths making her whole-body rattle. She stepped around to look at her face, to see if she was hurt more than the slashes littering her back. Y/N’s eyes were wide open, jaw clenched in either pain or in an attempt to stay composed. El watched as her Y/E/C orbs moved along the far end of the unmarked room as if tracking something. “It’s the Demogorgon,” El breathed out watching the creature as well. Y/N didn’t move a muscle, as it slinked around the wall. “What’s it doing?” Mike pressed on. “Is it hurting her?” Alex’s voice broke in the middle of the question. She might be his older annoying ass sister, but she was his sister. “No,” El shook her head. “He’s… pacing…? It’s like he’s guarding her. Waiting for something…” “Guarding her?” Robin looked to Nancy and Johnathan. “I don’t remember you two mentioning it did that.” Johnathan replied just as confused. “That’s ‘cause it didn’t.” “Is there anything else there? Can you see anything through the door?” Mike tried to lead her in the right direction and not get distracted. ‘No’ she motioned with her head but tilted it to the side and everyone could just imagine her squinting her eyes as if she was trying to see better. “But there’s something on wall… it’s like a vent…?” She suddenly flinched and was bombarded with questions, but she just brushed all of them off by saying ‘something’s coming’. Rhythmic thuds echoed through the small room, and El heard Y/N’s breathing pick up. From the corner of her eye, she saw the woman’s grip tighten around something. “She’s holding something… Y/N… it’s a piece of a pipe…” That’s when El sprung away, even though nothing could hurt her in the weird space in between, but it was still startling, when Y/N charged at the Demogorgon, jamming the jagged piece of metal through one of the open lapels of its mouth and running towards the vertical little window. “Help!” Y/N screamed, trying to slam against the wall (door?), but it was just too sturdy. “In here!” The glass shattered, and Y/N yelped shielding herself from the shards, making both of the girls spring back. As quickly as she could, El rushed to see what was on the other side but was greeted by a screeching swirling black mass. A moving red light shone through and what looked like a cash machine at the back of a diner counter sat still. Screaming El ripped the blindfold off and fell back into Mike’s embrace. “What happened? Is Y/N alright?” “I don’t know,” she cried out. “The Mind Flayer attacked.” Suddenly Billy was very light-headed to the point Max had to hold his back, to not let him fully collapse. “Her?” El shook her head looking at Billy. “Me. It’s very angry. But it didn’t want to hurt her… it wanted to hurt you… it wants to punish you…” A chill as sharp as an icicle went down his spine, and everyone’s gaze turned to look at him. It made sense, in a way, he just didn’t want to believe that the Mind Flayer had enough of a brain to hold a grudge, but of course, it would. And what was a better way to hurt him than hurt the one person he loved most? “Billy, Billy look at me,” Joyce’s voice was calm and soothing, just like her palms on his cheeks. She reminded him so much of his own mother, that he couldn’t help the additional tears that feel. “We’ll find her okay? Y/N’s gonna be alright.” He nodded not having the strength to do anything else. And that’s when he broke. Billy’s body shook with sobs as Joyce allowed him to use her shoulder to cry on, his hands grasping at her nightshirt as if he was a kid and had just woken up from a nightmare. Fuck, how he wanted all of this to be just a nightmare. To wake up in San Diego, with early morning light filtering through their pearly curtains. With Y/N soundly sleeping next to him as he kissed her on the cheek and rushed outside for a quick swim. To come back home and have his two girls on the couch, eating breakfast with Tom & Jerry playing on the TV. “It’s my fault,” he cried holding onto Joyce tighter. What he didn’t see was how Max had to turn away and grab Lucas’ hand. She had never seen her brother so utterly broken, it was breaking her as well. “Because of me she went to the woods, because of me she went to the junkyard, because of me she got attacked and now, possibly will be killed. It’s all my fault.” “Billy, don’t say that,” Max croaked. “You know Y/N loves you, she’d never blame you.” “But it’s true,” he laughed running a hand through his hair. “It’s because of me all this bullshit’s happened.” “You don’t know that,” Alex spoke up. He’d calmed down enough to know it was something out of Billy’s control. “She was coming to my graduation anyway. It could've happened then...” “Yeah, but it was me who wanted to go to Tina’s fucking party, not her. And you heard El! She said the Mind Flayer was mad at me, it’s angry at me!” No one had a response to that because, in a way, it was true. Yet had Billy not stood up against the one who’d enslaved his mind, everyone was pretty sure - all of them would’ve been dead. Yeah, Joyce and Hopper had managed to close the Gate, but the moments Billy had fended off the Mind Flayer’s monster from attacking Eleven had saved her life and in turn the lives of everyone else. “Fine,” Billy sighed, and Joyce gave him a tight-lipped smile. “I need to uh I need to see her mom…What do I say to her mom?” There was no way he’d possibly even utter the words – hey, so the reason your daughter used to wake up in the middle of the night screaming and hyperventilating was because her best friend was killed by an interdimensional monster. And oh, yeah, she kinda fought one as well a few years back, and now she’s been kidnapped by one. And it has a personal agenda against me. So, no biggie. “Tell her she’s staying with me,” Nancy said chewing on her nail. “Tell her we’re having a little get together until the nerds’ graduation; a girl’s night and you guys are having the same. It’s not that far off from what we used to do.” Alex nodded. “I’ll cover for you if needed. Besides, she already knows I’m hanging ‘round Byers’ until Friday.” There were a few places they had decided Y/N could be kept at by the description of a large fridge and a cash machine, so they had split up in little groups. Joyce, Will and Dustin would go to Benny’s, the rest would investigate the mall and visit every eating joint they could, to see if it matched what El had seen. Billy would’ve never agreed to stay out of the search, but, in the end, had relented, when Joyce told him someone had to stay at the house. “She might show up somewhere, and someone needs to be by the phone.” “No, what I need to do is find my wife.” Joyce sighed and placed a gentle hand on his chest. “Billy when was the last time you slept?” “I don’t know, does it really matter?” “You’re not in the right state of mind, sweetheart…” He knew he wasn’t. At the thought of seeing the Demogorgon or any of those creatures, the only thing he saw read and knew - he wouldn’t stop to even think when presented with the chance to kill them, no matter if, in turn, his life would be in danger. “Then what am I supposed to do? I’ll go nuts just sitting here.” “The Mind Flayer doesn’t like you,” Max spoke up. “It wants to hurt you, punish you for what you did, for saving El and everyone else. I kinda think it knows that by hurting Y/N it hurts you. Imagine if you just so happened to walk into its trap, which it clearly is.” Max had a point, and he hated it. There was nothing left to do but watch as everyone else piled into the respective cars, his own Camaro the only one left behind. Billy would never forgive himself if there was even one more scratch on Y/N's body. He was already the reason she was in that position. He huffed and plopped down onto the couch. It wasn’t long before his eyes slipped closed.

***

“Billy?” it was Y/N’s voice that made him shoot up from the couch, eyes wide in disbelief at the sight of her. He looked around and noted that he was still in the Byers’ home, but the door was unmistakably open, sunlight streaming inside. It looked like it was already dipping down, indicating he’d slept through most of the day. He couldn’t believe the sight in front of his eyes, but Y/N was right there. Battered, bruised and covered in blood, but alive and real. And there. “Baby? Oh my god,” his arms were instantly around her body, pulling her as close to him as possible. Desperate lips found hers in a second, and when she responded to the kiss, it was like all the worries melted away into nothing. “Where were you? How did you get away?” his palms cupped her face, looking over every feature, trying to ingrain them in his mind. Billy didn’t think it would be possible, seeing as he already knew where each scar and birthmark was, but there was no harm in doing it again. “I didn’t,” she shook her head taking a step back. “It let me go.” Billy’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?” “It just…” Y/N shrugged, “let me go.” And that’s when he remembered, that there was no way she would be so nonchalant about everything. By what El had said, he knew Y/N’s back had to be slashed open, and she’d be in severe pain. He looked at his hands and saw black blood covering them. But he noticed it too late. The pipe hit against the side of his head and everything went black.

*** His whole body was throbbing in pain, but most of all his head; it felt like it was on the verge of splitting open. Billy groaned and winced, trying to lift his hand to press against his temple, but found himself unable. “You made him mad, Billy,” Y/N tusked as if he was a toddler. “Very, very mad when you disobeyed the orders. Now, he wants to repay you the same way.” His hands were bound behind the chair he’d been propped on. Even through his blurry vision, he could distinguish he was still at Byers’, the picture of Joyce, Will and Johnathan all smiling being the dead giveaway, and that scared him the most. It meant Y/N or rather the Mind Flayer didn’t care about being found. There wouldn’t be anything left to find once she’d done whatever the hell she wanted to. Looking to the side, he saw a pair of tubes that he couldn’t really distinguish, but the sight of them made his stomach turn. “It’ll look like an accident, don't worry. He wanted to make them pay as well, but it would’ve taken too much time. And we have so much to do…” She was walking around the room, like it was nothing, like the rips across her back didn’t cause her any kind of pain. Billy was pretty sure, right now it didn’t, so he was somewhat thankful for that. “What will look like an accident?” he prodded, trying to figure out the Mind Flayer’s game plan and buy himself some time. Y/N shrugged. “Joyce…Nancy… Johnathan… the little buggers with them.” It was like he was dunked in an ice-cold bath head first. “The brakes just wouldn’t stop, and there’s that tight corner not far from here. I’m sure they’ve figured everything out by now and are on their way here but… panic makes people reckless.” The wires… they were brake cables. “Think about Clara,” he pleaded and had to push down the bile rising in his throat. “Think about our daughter! Y/N fight this, fight it for her! You love her! This is not you doing it, it's that fucking thing! Alex is in one of those cars!” “You were supposed to help us stay,” she purred not listening to a single word he was saying. Billy could see how the red little veins in her eyes had turned back, her pupils dilated to an unnatural size. “You were supposed to make sure she died. Now… you’ll have to see what happens to the ones who don’t do as they’re told.” With terror coursing through his veins he understood what she meant, or the thing possessing her meant. Billy had disobeyed, so now he would be punished. But when he thought the monster would rip him apart piece by piece, with slowly settling realization he realised that was not his punishment. Like a mindless zombie, Y/N stood before the moving wall. A lamb ready for slaughter. And only one creature made entrances like that. Billy struggled against the ropes, the material cutting into his skin, no doubt leaving bleeding red marks on his flesh, but that was nothing to the all-consuming fear of seeing the Demogorgon tear apart the apartment’s wall and drop into the living room. The TV was going haywire, and he thought he could hear his own car wailing even through the ringing in his ears. A sharp pain went through his knee, and he heard something crash to the floor but didn't care about what it was. “Y/N, please don’t! I know you’re in there.” Her eyes were soulless as she looked at him. “This was your fault, Billy.” But she didn’t even get to make a move towards the monster, as the door slammed open to the house. It was a split second of a distraction, but it was enough for an invisible force to fling the Demogorgon against the wall, and enough time for the other assailant to wrap his hands around Y/N's throat and lift her above the ground. Her hands gripped around the palms squeezing her neck. They were strong, and with every passing moment she was losing consciousness more and more, but right before succumbing to the darkness that promised nothing but sleep, her Y/E/C eyes looked up to glance into Jim Hopper’s blue gaze. “Hop?” she choked out. “Sorry kiddo,” and he squeezed a bit more until her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her body went limp in his grasp. Gently, like Y/N was made of glass, Hopper laid her out on the floor, careful not to put her in the shards of the broken coffee table that Billy's leg had kicked against and destroyed it while trying to get out from his restraints. A beat passed, everyone in a complete state of shock, not only by his sudden appearance but by his resurrection, heroic act and subsequently the aftermath. “You fucking killed her!” Alex yelled, rushing past the ex-Chief to his sister’s side and knelt down much like Billy was already pushing strands of Y/H/C hair out of Y/N's face, two fingers desperately checking for a pulse while the other boy held a piece of glass against her nose to see if she was breathing Hopper slumped against the wall. “I didn’t kill her, I made her pass out!” “Yeah, by choking her to death!” Mike screamed back, even though he was ecstatic to see Hopper again. His body was thinner, but not in a sense of ‘I’ve been working out’, but ‘my meals consisted of a piece of bread and a glass of water. Sometimes the bread was so uneatable, I could carve paintings on the wall’. “Do I need to remind you she tried to kill you first?” “It wasn’t her it was the Mind Flayer!” Mike said. “Yeah, in her body!” Hopper replied again, not even thinking about apologizing. “I just saved your lives you ungrateful little shi-“ “Hop…” Joyce’s palm cupped his cheek, and he leaned into the soft touch the anger melting away in a second. He hadn’t felt something so sweet in four years, going on five. She had walked into the house right when he’d lowered Y/N to the ground, not believing at all what she was seeing. “How are you alive?” “Russians,” was the one word he said. It kinda didn’t need elaboration. El had been stuck to his side, the second she was done keeping the Demogorgon away, arms wrapped around his middle, the. It had slinked back into the carved-up wall and disappeared with one last screech. But she was one hundred per cent sure it’d rear its ugly head again. By that point, everyone had gathered back inside the Byers’ place. Nancy had converged with Joyce when they were on their way back and noticed something was leaking from her car. They’d been lucky that the speed they’d been driving in was slow, given how both vehicles were missing their brake cables. “What do we do?” Steve asked the trusty bat with nails he’d been holding now lowered to the floor. “We can’t just leave her like this with that… thing inside of her.” “He likes it cold,” Billy sneered as he leaned down and lifted Y/N, pressing her body tighter to his hoping that his warmth made the demon inside of his wife squirm in discomfort. “He put her in a fucking freezer… So, let’s put him in a sauna.”

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the-redcrate · 5 years

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Since you asked for prompts, Steve and the party trying to trigger Billy by using his memories?

Posting this 3 hours before season 3 goes live. 😬

Rated T for canon force and language.

“You know, I really thought all this shit was over with,” Steve complains as he heaves Billy’s unconscious body from where he’d fallen, moving him into a kitchen chair. “The gate was closed.”

Hopper wraps rope around Billy’s waist quickly while Steve olds the other boy in place. Billy’s skin is clammy and cold, and Steve grimaces when his mind thinks death . He lifts his palms so only his finger tips are pressed along Billy’s shoulders. The feel of bone beneath the thin skin stretched over Billy’s clavicles is a little too real.

Oblivious to Steve’s internal struggle, Hopper grunts, “Yeah, kid, I know. But obviously something fucked up.”

That’s the scariest part of this all. Not even the adults know what the fuck is going on. The movies—when they’re about kids going on adventures and battling cosmic monsters—are all about kids versus adults. One side always knows how to fix the problem. But no one here, not the kids or the adults or even the government, know what’s wrong , what’s going to happen. No one knows how to stop it.

They thought they stopped it.

Hopper gets Billy tied up good on the chair, bites off the duct tape he uses to bind Billy’s wrists and ankles so he can’t lash out. When Steve steps back, Billy’s head is lolling to the side in his sleep.

“What now?” He looks away from the matted curls and soft mouth to Hopper who has lit up a cigarette as they both survey their hostage.

Exhaling a stream of blue smoke that curls up to the bare bulb hanging above their heads, Hopper shrugs, “Crank up the heat.”

Steve doesn’t know if it’s better or worse that most the kids are still here. Maybe they should have gone with Nancy and Jonathan to check out the school after El said something about it, but Max wasn’t leaving the house. If Max wasn’t leaving then Lucas wasn’t leaving and so on and so forth. But there’s some serious shit going on with Billy. When Joyce ushered Will out the door and into the back of Jonathan’s car with her arm tight around his shoulders, Steve had been relieved.

One possessed guy was bad enough without fear of Billy triggering whatever gunk might still be hanging out in the back of Will’s head.

“Why are we doing this? We don’t actually want to save that asshole, so we?” Dustin slams his palms down on the kitchen table. He shoots a look over at Max. “No offense.”

Steve watches Max roll her eyes, but she says, “If we don’t, he’s going to be a lot worse.”

Clearly fed up and overwhelmed, Hopper tells them all to shut up. He paces along the linoleum floor. “This is not good. Your mindflayer,” he waves a hand in the air at the lot of them, “has got a hold of that boy in there, and we need to get him back before he’s completely gone.”

Steve pictures the gnarled black veins stretching up Billy’s forearm and bicep, wonders if it isn’t too late anyway. Will never had anything like that.

Hopper continues, “Max, you’re going to have to talk to him first.”

Steve shoots a look a Hopper. “First? What? You think any of us are going to be able to pull him back?” It’s depressingly laughable.

Max looks pissed at that, but Steve knows he’s right.

He says, “The only thing any of us are going to be able to wake in him is anger and hate, man.” When he says it, his chest feels tight as sympathy winds through him. It’s the truth, but it doesn’t feel right .

Mike takes a deep breath. “We have to try.”

When it’s Steve’s turn, he isn’t ready. He’s heard the yelling and seen the flicker lights. He’s heard the silence and seen the defeated look on everyone but Max’s face. Even Hopper looks two seconds away from giving up. The only thing that seems to be holding him together is defiance against his town being turned upside down and sheer force of will.

Steve curls his hand tightly around the grip of his bat, but keeps the weapon down as he closes the door to the shed. It’s so eerily similar to the last time, with Will strapped to the seat instead of Billy. There is less frantic desperation this time, however.

If you could literally feel what anger is, Steve thinks the feeling he gets standing in this room would be it. Hell, maybe it is. The heat Hopper cranked up with space heaters probably helps the illusion. Maybe that’s a side effect of Billy being possessed by a giant sci-fi creature that’s only supposed to exist in the safety of imagination.

“Hey, pretty boy,” Billy calls from where he’s slumped in the metal chair. “Come to say hello?”

Steve shivers at the words and the rumble of Billy’s voice. It’s not Billy though. Not really.

He circles around Billy and tries to project an air of confidence. “Steve,” he reminds Billy, “but thanks for the compliment. It’s nice to know even when you’re mind is all fucked up you can still make a dumbass joke.”

Billy lifts his head and follows Steve’s movement with his eyes. They’re bloodshot and too shiny in the yellow light. He bares his teeth. “Steve.”

“I can’t do this,” he mutters to himself, pushing a hand back through his hair. He feels completely useless right now. Louder, however, he asks, “Are you seriously going to let that thing in your head control you?”

Billy doesn’t answer. His expression is mostly blank. Even when he’d taunted Steve, his face lacked the usual animation and excitement.

He’s spent the last forty minutes thinking about what he should say—what memories he should use to try and get Billy to snap out of it. They weren’t close though. They hadn’t shared very much more than fist falls and hurtful words. While everyone else had been taking their turns, Steve had slipped into Billy’s bedroom to look for anything that could help.

Now, Steve decides to put his flimsy plan into action. He crouches down so he’s at eye level with Billy. He makes sure to keep enough distance between them so Billy can’t head-butt him.

The corners of the photo are worn and a little frayed from too much handling. He looks at the subject again before holding it up so Billy has no choice but to see it.

“This your mom?” Steve glances from Billy’s grey eyes to the back of the photo where a name and date are scrawled along the bottom in blue ink. “You look a lot like her.”

Billy’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t say anything.

Steve pulls the photo back so he can look at the blonde woman leaning against the car Billy drives now. She’s got a wide, carefree smile on her face. Billy is curled next to her waist, maybe thirteen years old. He isn’t smiling, but he’s looking up at her like he was about to ask a question.

“You miss her, right?” Steve snorts as he shakes his head. His hand hangs with the other between his legs. “Stupid question. But come on, I bet you have a hundred or a thousand memories of her you think about daily. Do you think she would want this for you?”

He waits and tries to let the question sink in. He knows he’s making cheap shots here, but he doesn’t really have anything better to offer. The moment makes him think about Barb’s parents tough—about how they sold their house to finance keeping their hope for answers alive. Steve only knows bad shit about Billy’s dad, but he constructs a version of Billy’s mom in his head based on what any kid should have and that happy smile captured on film.

Steve drops to his knees and scoots just a little closer on the dirty floor.

“Don’t let yourself go, man. You’re better than that. She’d want you safe and happy, not tied up in a shed with everyone you know scared of you.” Steve itches to ground himself somehow.

Billy isn’t focused on him, looking through Steve to some middle distance. Steve wonders what he sees.

He sighs heavily. This is pointless. Maybe Nancy and Jonathan have found a more promising lead. Sweat trickles down the back of Steve’s neck.

“Billy,” he says quietly, hopelessly. “Come on. I’d rather you call me names and try to beat the shit out of me than this.”

He searches Billy’s face for anything, any sign that there’s something behind his eyes besides a monster. “You aren’t a monster. Like, I don’t know if you really have any control over this thing. But if you’re letting it take over because you think that’s all you deserve?”

Steve feels foolish. He shoots a look over at the door and where it’s still closed. He says, “I want you back to the cocky asshole who gave me and the party a hard time, who thought he was too cool for us all. You probably are.” Steve lets out a hollow laugh. “But if you’d just come back we could start over. I don’t want to be your enemy. I never did, man.”

Billy’s eyes flicker, ghost over Steve with some intelligence for the first time all night. He sees recognition in Billy’s eyes.

Steve gives in to his need to touch even though he knows it’s a stupid move. He curls a hand above the duct tape around Billy’s calf. It’s bare—he’s only wearing his red swim trunks from the pool still. Steve rubs his thumb up and down the skin there, trying to rub away the somehow cold and hot feel to his skin.

“You gotta fight it. Use all that strength you got inside. Come back.” Emotion clogs up Steve’s throat suddenly.

None of this is right. It shouldn’t be happening all over again and it shouldn’t be happening like this. There are already too many people involved—too many people who have been hurt. Billy doesn’t deserve this.

Steve bites his lip then pleads, “Come back to me.”

#prompt fill #my fic #stranger things #harringrove

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mysteryartisticwriter · 5 years

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A Strange Thing // Stefan Butler X Reader X Stranger Things

A/N: I’m going to have the third and final part of ‘Reality’ out this weekend, since I took a little break from it to write this. I was at a writing block for a while so I wrote this little one shot for some practice. This one is a cross over between ‘Stranger Things’ and ‘Bandersnatch’ because I love them both so much! But don’t worry for those who are waiting for their request or for the third part of ‘Reality’! Those will be out by at least this weekend!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Nothing really, just some plain ol’ FLUFF AT THE END

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Your Saturday morning of ‘85 started out pretty normal and happy. Being the older sister of Dustin Henderson, as well as being the Party’s main babysitter, you were given the job over the weekend to watch the kids while they had a sleepover at your house. Your mom was out for the weekend and the parents allowed you to watch over them. The boys’ sleepover at least, they knew they needed someone for them.

The girls, being Max and Eleven, were coming over for breakfast then hang out with the boys. Lucas and Mike were ecstatic to see their girlfriends, while Dustin and Will were just happy to hang out with their friends.

Steve, Nancy and Jonathan were going to come over around noon to help watch them, but for now, you made the Party’s favorite breakfast; Eggos, bacon and pancakes. You weren’t for sure it was their favorite, but they always asked you to make it every time you looked after them.

The reason for Steve and the others to come over was because you were waiting for an important call. A very important, life changing call.

Your dream, since you were a kid, was to work as a game developer or creator. You had several projects started, but your most recent one was by far the best. Over the years, you saved up enough money to help you get to England, where your favorite game company took place; Tuckersoft.

One of your favorite games was from Tuckersoft. The game ‘Bandersnatch’ had recently come out on Christmas and it was already the 3rd of January. You loved the game so much and you wanted to meet the creator himself, Stefan Butler. But unless you get this job, your dreams were going to have to wait.

“(Y/n)! Can I have more Eggos?” You heard El call out to you. You smiled at her.

“Sure thing kiddo. But don’t eat so many, alright? I don’t want Hopper on my ass because you got sick from too many Eggos.” You and the gang laughed. It was special moments like these that made you happy to be their babysitter.

“Can you adopt us so we can have your breakfast everyday?” Mike asked.

“Dude, (Y/n)’s already our babysitter. She’s basically already adopted us.” Lucas pointed out.

“I like (Y/n) just as our babysitter.” Will said, unable to hide his grin.

“She’s my sister so—“ The phone on the wall made a large ringing that interrupted Dustin.

You went over to the phone and answered it with a friendly greeting. The gang all quieted down to hear the conversation.

“Hello there! Could I talk to (Y/n)?” The person over the phone asked, their clear British accent thick.

“This is she.” You replied.

“Ah! Well I called you to tell you regarding around the game you’ve submitted to us.”

“O-oh! Yes! What-what about it?” You anxiously played with the telephone wire as you waited for the response.

“Congratulations! Your game was spectacular and we would love if you came to Tuckersoft to fully promote it!” The person told you. Your jaw dropped and you lost the ability to speak for a few moments.

“Y-Yes! Of-of course, I would love to! When should I come in?” You were holding onto the phone so tight, you thought it might break.

“Well considering you live in another country, we could have you fly in at least by next week. Don’t worry, we have your ticket and flight already planned out for you!” You almost squealed out of excitement.

He gave you the details on your flight and the location of the new company building and where you would stay for the time being, which you had written down on a sticky note, and then ended the call. You were so excited! You couldn’t wait to tell the kids and your mom! You went back over to the kitchen table where the gang was eating and smiled continuously.

“What was that all about?” Max questioned.

“Yeah and could you not smile anymore? It’s freaking me out....” Your brother said. Finally, all of your feelings burst out.

“Guess who’s going to England!”

“Are you sure you have to go?” Your mother asked, her eyes full of tears. You patted your mom’s back in comfort.

“Yes, mom. This is my dream! I’m finally going to become a computer game developer!” Your hands tightened around your backpack strips. You could hardly wait to get onto the plane to fly over to England.

You, the Party, the teens and all the parents (being Joyce, Hopper, Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler, and your mom) were at the airport, saying their farewells.

“I’m proud of you, (Y/n). The little girl we knew before is all grown up!” Joyce and Hopper held each other as tears were coming into their eyes. Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler were holding each other as well, as they’ve already said their goodbyes to you and wished you luck.

“Come on mom, not you too!” Will and Jonathan protested, although they were starting to tear up as well.

“Ignore them, (Y/n). They just don’t want to be embarrassed.” Nancy giggled, hugging you tightly.

“We’ll miss you, (Y/n). It won’t be the same without our favorite babysitter.” Max said as she hugged you.

“I am offended that you think she’s better.” Steve says dramatically. You knew he was joking, but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“I’ll miss you too, Harrington.” You friendly kissed him on the cheek, causing him to smile.

“Hey! Don’t we get one?!” Your brother and the others whined.

You laughed before giving everyone a proper goodbye hug and kiss on the cheek before you heard your plane starting to board. You walked over to the doors of the entrance and looked back at the big family that you had formed over the years. You’re going to miss them of course, but now, you were forming a new life.

“What if they don’t like me?” Your boyfriend of five months asked. You rolled your eyes at him then placed his hand in your own. Both of your other hands held the suitcases the two of you had.

“Stefan, they’ll love you! You don’t need to worry.” You reassured him, a light British accent showed itself from which you picked up over in England.

It’s been about six months since you’ve left Hawkins, Illinois. But now you were coming back to visit your family, and you brought your current boyfriend along with you. You won’t be there for long, just about a week or so since Mr. Thakur wanted you both to come back and work again soon.

You met Stefan when you had to work on a video game together. Almost immediately, the two of you clicked. Colin Ritman, another game developer at Tuckersoft, as well as your idol and good friend now, introduced you two. You were at first shy to meet Stefan, as well as he. You thought that because he was now a well known creator, he wouldn’t be interested in you. But you were wrong.

Stefan admitted to you about how he felt everyday. How he felt controlled, how he almost wasn’t able to submit ‘Bandersnatch’ because of his problems. You helped him through it and was there for him when he needed you the most. Almost a month after being in England, Stefan finally worked up the courage to ask you out on a proper date.

Right now, you were standing in front of the doorstep of your house. It was weird coming back to see everything, but it was all mostly the same.

“Are-are you positive?” Stefan asked once more, looking down at the cemented doorstep. You kissed him on the cheek, lovingly, and grinned.

“Positive, love.” You watched as his shoulders relaxed a bit and his cheeks lit up red from your affection.

You opened the door with the spare key that you always kept with you and the moment you stepped into the house, you were tackled with hugs, questions and cheek kisses.

“We missed you!”

“You have so much to catch up on!”

“You missed so much of our D and D!”

“How was England?!”

“Did you eat a crumpet??”

Many questions were bombarded at you at the same time before you had to yell out to give yourself some air. All of the kids got off of you and Stefan came from behind you to held you up. You gave him a thankful smile in return.

“How are you guys?” You asked them, turning to them.

“We’re fine. We missed you, though.” Mike said.

“Did you pick up a little bit of an accent?” Lucas said, hearing your voice.

“Yeah I did. When you live somewhere for a while, you tend to pick somethings up a bit.” You answered, chuckling a bit.

You answered some of the questions that the gang asked you and Jonathan and Steve put yours and Stefan’s bags away, giving you hugs and cheek kisses while doing so. You giggled as you saw your boyfriend stiffen up a bit at their actions, before gently rubbing his hand with your thumb. Of course, you told Nancy that you were bringing Stefan, who ended up telling the boys. You guessed she just didn’t tell the Party.

“Um..(Y/n)? Who’s that?” The redheaded girl, Max, questioned you.

Everyone’s head turned toward Stefan who was standing shyly behind you. You pushed him in front of you and interlocked your hands again.

“Everyone, I would like you to meet Stefan Butler. My boyfriend.” The gangs’ mouths flew open and then started to attack Stefan with questions that he struggled to answer.

“You’re the one who made ‘Bandersnatch’ right?” Will curiously asked.

“Y-yes.”

“And you’re her boyfriend?” El wondered, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Y-yes...”

“Do you have any criminal history?” Dustin asked, trying to get up close to your boyfriend’s face, as if to intimidate him.

“Alright! Alright! Questions later! We’re both really tired and we would love to sleep!” You called out to everyone, not even bothering to hold in your chuckles.

While you greeted the rest of the people in your home, Stefan was constantly followed by the Party as they watched him with close eyes. After finally talking to everyone and catching up a bit, you kissed your mom on the cheek before telling everyone you and Stefan were going to your room to sleep. Considering you had a fairly large room and bed, it wasn’t going to be hard to fit the both of you.

As you showed Stefan around your home, your boyfriend looked out of the corner of his eyes and saw the kids peeking around the corner.

“The kids do love you, don’t they, love?” Stefan said, just as the two of you entered your room. You shut the door behind you and ran your hand through your (h/c) hair.

“Yup. They’re like my own children. I babysat them all for so long that it seems abnormal to me if I don’t see them for long.” You replied, sitting on your bed.

“Speaking of children...do you think we could have some in the future?” Your boyfriend pondered, his voice grew quieter with every word. You laughed a bit and lied flat on your bed.

“We’ll see, Stefan. We’ll see.”

Stefan laid beside you on your bed and wrapped his arms around you. You faced him and placed your foreheads together. Stefan let out a big sigh and started into your (e/c) eyes. The same eyes he was always entranced in.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Stefan blurted out. Your expression at first was shocked, but then it gradually formed into a grin.

“I do too.”

Stefan largely smiled before bringing you into a soft, tender kiss. He held your right cheek in his hand while his other still wrapped around your waist.

It was a strange thing. Bringing your new life into your old, but it was worth it. As long as you waited for the future.

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