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onthevirgeofdestruction · 4 years

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Painful Death for the Lactose Intolerant - BCE (Before Cult Events) -

Words: 2,957 Warnings: (major) Implied attempted non-con, depression, alcohol, underage drinking, drunkenness, sickness, food, blood, (off-screen) violence Characters: Virgil, Remy, Remus, Roman Universe: Painful Death for the Lactose Intolerant Rating: T+ Genre: Angstbachery

Sanders Sides Teenager AU - Friendship - Humor - Angst

Virgil and Remus and Remy have been drunk idiots who are barely coping for a long time. Do you want more Teenage Debauchery? Because you’re getting teenage debauchery and a little angst, as a treat.

Please read Painful Death for the Lactose Intolerant First if you haven’t already- there are minor spoilers for it! This piece of history is referenced in Chapter 13.

Chapter 9: Nothing Happens to Virgil

Virgil had a complicated relationship with house parties. He hated people and hated being around people. But there was some sad, pitiful part of him that wanted to be accepted by people. He wanted to be liked and to fit in and not always be the odd one out. So when Remy wanted to go to one, probably because there was also an enormous part of him that just wanted to fit in for once, Virgil pre-gamed. And he pre-gamed hard. Virgil wouldn’t touch the alcohol at a party. Remus got him a flask and he drank his own alcohol. Today was trash whiskey. Warm & straight, which is not an ideal way to drink trash whiskey.

He still wore the nail polish to check Remus and Remy’s drinks, which they both appreciated, even if Virgil hounded them about it often. Remus seemed to like this party stuff. He usually fell into the role of party bouncer, and people liked having him around for that. He wished people could see how cool Remus was in the daytime, but at least he tended to get along with people at these things. Virgil rarely did. Remus was off talking about his guerrilla art installation with a group of girls who were curious about all the crochet around town. Remy was playing spin the bottle. Virgil was interested in playing, but he wasn’t kissing-strangers drunk. He wasn’t actually sure if he could get kissing-strangers drunk because he was pretty fucking faced at this point. He did try, though.

Virgil leaned against the wall because without the wall he wasn’t sure he could stand up straight and hitting is room-temperature garbage whiskey watching them play spin the bottle. He was getting a little dizzy and probably needed to dial it back. Virgil twisted back on the small cap and slid it in his hoodie pocket. He never trusted it in his back pocket while drunk. People could twist off the cap and do something.

“Hey,” a very, very tall guy who was suddenly standing next to him said. Where did he come from and how is the tall so a thing?

“You… are a mountain of a tall. I wanna climb you, I bet I can see the whole party up there,” Virgil said brightly. “Where did you come from Mr. Mountain-tall man?”

“I’ve just been floating around. I saw you at a party last week with that big guy. You were wall-flowering with him like you are now,” He said smoothly, leaning back into the wall and sliding his hands into his jeans pockets.

“Yeah, he’s talking about his art stuff with some girls… Why? You better not be here to insult him I’ll have you know-” Virgil held up his finger and rambled at him.

“Woah, woah, tiny thunder, I didn’t say anything. So you’re here alone?” He asked casually and sipped his drink.

“Fer now, yeah. You know who I really wanna climb? Bigfoot. That bitch is ta~all,” Virgil drawled and lolled his head back on the wall, he was feeling a little sick. He needed food. Remy said something about pancakes earlier and they were all he could think about food-wise. He was pretty certain there were chips in the other room but wall. Virgil rolled his head against it because it felt good.

“So, you like tall guys?” He asked lazily, staring at Virgil while he rolled his head against the wall.

“Do you see me? Everyone is tall. And I’m not gay,” Virgil growled and smacked his head against the wall trying to stand up straight, but he possibly was no longer capable. He needed water maybe but he finished his bottle of water and didn’t feel like refilling it. He’d have to hunt down a filter and yuck. Effort.

“You are little,” The guy hummed.

“Don’t fucking call me little, asshole,” Virgil hissed angrily. He managed to stand up straight with fury. The guy was laughing, but Virgil didn’t get why. Virgil looked at him incredulously for a moment and looked over to check on Remy. Remy was spinning the bottle and Virgil felt awful for some reason. He braced himself on the wall and swallowed hard. Remy got up and went off with Roman of all people and Virgil felt even sicker. He held his stomach and tried to breathe through the sickness against the wall.

“You are absolutely trashed, huh?” He asked, sounding amused.

“I am very much so, yes,” Virgil chuckled weakly. He didn’t want to think about what they were doing. “So, like, what do you think happens when you die? Do you think ghosts are real? I like the idea of there being ghosts,” Virgil said airily, still feeling absolutely sick to his stomach but mostly distracted from what he just saw. “I should really eat food,” He added and held his stomach.

“I’ll come with you to get chips,” He said, looking at Virgil oddly.

“No, I like the wall. I don’t want chips, I want pancakes. Or waffles. I hear the ingredients are similar, but they just hit different, right?” Virgil collapsed a little against the wall. Remy and Roman came back and he glared at Roman. Roman didn’t seem to notice him, though. He looked like he was on cloud nine. Fucker. He better not try to steal Remy away. He had to show Remy he was better somehow. Virgil glowered at him.

“What are you mad about now, short stack?” He chuckled, looking at Virgil and reaching over to ruffle his hair. Virgil tried to knock his hand away, but Virgil was either too drunk or the mountain-tall man was really fucking strong because he had no effect.

“My lack of pancakes,” Virgil grumbled and tried to fix his hair, but maybe he didn’t do that great of a job. He pulled up his hood instead of trying any further to fix it.

“What’re you drinking, little guy? I’ll top you up,” The tall-tall dude offered. Maybe he wasn’t that tall. Maybe Remus was taller. Virgil was too drunk for spatial reasoning.

“Nothing,” Virgil grumbled. “Too drunk. Wanna get pancakes for Remy,” Virgil said stoutly. “And a nap. I’m tired. I want pancakes and I wanna go to bed. Where’s Remus?” He whined petulantly and the guy laughed again, and it was kind of a weird laugh. “What’s so funny, bitch?”

“Bitch, huh?” The guy said darkly and moved closer to Virgil. “How about you come with me and I’ll get you some pancakes?” He asked and tugged at Virgil’s hoodie string playfully.

“You mean it?” Virgil looked up to him in excitement. Remy wanted pancakes! He wanted pancakes! Pancakes! “Uh, wait, how are we getting them?” Virgil asked, realizing he was talking to a stranger at a house party where drinking was involved. Very involved. So drunk. No pancakes here.

“We’ll take my car,” He played with Virgil’s bangs now, and Virgil once again failed to smack his hand away, but it was whatever. His bangs were probably already a mess.

“I don’t ride with drunk drivers,” Virgil said firmly, making a face at him.

“I’m not drinking. See a cup in my hands?” The guy held out his hands and moved closer to Virgil. “No drinks. Does my breath smell like it?” The guy leaned down and exhaled in Virgil’s face. He didn’t back off after that. He was weirdly close for a stranger. People didn’t normally get that close to Virgil. There was probably a reason for that. Something in him was vibrating angrily. It was probably just the alcohol?

“Uh, no, it’s weirdly minty, actually. Smells almost like a candy cane,” Virgil said, surprised. “Okay, then. Lemme get Remy so we can get pancakes! Remus doesn’t normally get to talk to people so I don’t wanna bug him. Will you bring us back here? He probably wants some, too,” Virgil smiled up at the guy happily.

“We can bring back pancakes for both your friends, it’s fine,” The guy grinned.

“No, Remy deserves them fresh!” Virgil whined, trying to get up off the wall, but the guy pushed him back down.

“We’ll hurry back, they’ll still be hot,” He hissed and Virgil furrowed his brow at him.

“Remy wants pancakes!” Virgil said loudly. Wow, when did this guy end up in his face?

“We’ll get him pancakes. Come on, the sooner we go to get pancakes, the sooner you can bring them back to your friend,” The guy said, grabbing Virgil’s shoulder.

“Ow! Don’t grab so hard, shithead,” Virgil said angrily and shoved off the guy’s hand. It took a lot of effort and the guy helped him stand back up straight. “Sorry. Just be fucking careful,” Virgil grumbled.

“What, you don’t like it rough?” He cackled.

“No! Does anybody like it that rough? You might have fucking bruised me,” Virgil muttered. “Sorry,” Virgil said weakly. “I don’t feel good,” Virgil rubbed his head and moved to hold his stomach again.

“I’ll help you to the bathroom, how about that?” He offered, sounding annoyed.

“It’s whatever, lemme just get Remy, pancakes’ll help,” Virgil said resolutely. “Um, we’re still getting pancakes, right?” Virgil looked up to him sheepishly.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Come on, I’ll show you to my car,” The guy grabbed Virgil’s arm.

“Sweet,” Virgil cheered. “Remus! I’m heading out! Be back! Come on, Remy, pancakes!” Virgil called as the guy tugged at Virgil’s wrist.

“Shit,” The guy hissed and started pulling Virgil along, but Virgil was thrown off balance and fell to the floor.

He was really fucking dizzy now, and his nose hurt. He didn’t think he could get up and his head was swimming. There was some kind of muffled noises he couldn’t place around him because his ears were roaring with dizziness. He slowly moved to hold his head and try to stop the awful spinning. He felt Remus’s hand on his back for a moment, but it disappeared. He was just so fucking sick. He drank too much. He considered just sleeping right here. Floor was nice. Helped with the dizzy. Grounding. Hah. Virgil groaned into the hard floor.

There was a new hand on his back this time. Remy. Remy’s hand. He liked Remy’s hand. Remy tapped at the hand over his ear and Virgil moved it for him, gripping the floor instead.

“V, are you okay?” Remy asked, sounding freaked out. Was something happening?

“I drank too much,” Virgil mumbled into the floor. “’Vrythin’ okay?” Virgil slurred.

“Here, I’ll help you up,” Remy said, sounding concerned.

“No, floor nice,” Virgil whined in objection.

“V, this is a stranger’s floor at a house party,” Remy tapped at Virgil’s shoulder.

“Oh. Okay,” Virgil conceded, and Remy reached under him to help him sit up against the wall. “Hey,” Virgil drawled and smiled when he saw Remy’s face.

“Were you drinking anything?” Remy asked, sounding almost in a panic.

“Nah, too drunk. Stopped drinkin-in-in-in’,” Virgil trilled. “I found a dude to take us to get pancakes,” Virgil said excitedly. “Pancakes!” He cheered. “Remember, you said you wanted them? I found a guy, we can pan the cake,” Virgil grinned widely.

“Um,” Remy said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Did he fucking touch you, V?” Remus sat down in front of Virgil, and he looked pissed.

“Uh, who?” Virgil cocked his head. “Oh, Remus, you want pancakes? I was gonna go get them with Remy, didn’t want to distract you from arty-art-art,” Virgil said happily.

“You can pull me away any time, dude,” Remus rubbed his head. “You’re okay, right?”

“I’m too ducking frunk,” Virgil nodded. He processed what he said and cackled at his own words. “Pancakes will help. Where’s the pancake dude, anyway? He was right here a second ago,” Virgil slurred lightly, looking around, but he moved his head too quickly and had to hold his head. “Ugh,” Virgil groaned.

“He, um, he left,” Remy said, looking around nervously, staring Remus in the eyes. Remus still looked really mad, but Remy glared and mouthed something at him and Remus softened. Virgil had absolutely no idea what was happening and rubbed his face instead.

“How about some fresh air, V?” Remus asked, sounding upset. Was Remus okay? Remus smiled at Virgil and it was a good smile and maybe Virgil was overreacting. He tried to move his legs, but they didn’t seem to want to listen to him.

“I think my legs are jelly,” Virgil giggled, poking at them.

“Ro! We’re waiting in the car!” Remus called out.

“What? Why?” Roman called back from across the room through the noise.

“Virgil’s sick, fuckhead!” Remus shouted back angrily.

“Ugh, fine,” Roman walked over across the room, around the couch and over to them. “When was your last drink?” He asked impatiently.

“45 minutes ago, probably,” Remus said. “Been distracted and never got a refill,” He added offhandedly.

“Fine, text me when you’re sober enough to drive. I was about 20 minutes ago, so you’re designated,” Roman said in a huff.

“Gee, way to be sensitive,” Remy drawled. Roman jumped like he hadn’t noticed Remy there and turned bright red for some reason before he ran off. “Ha! Dork. It was just a kiss. Your brother is weird,” Remy rolled his eyes and Virgil’s stomach turned again. Virgil groaned and held it.

“He is fucking weird. Okay, V, I’m gonna carry you,” Remus said, slowly reaching out. Virgil didn't feel ready to be moved but also didn't want to stay here.

“Ream, are you okay?” Virgil gasped when caught sight of some blood on Remus's knuckles.

“It’s not mine. Come on,” Remus said and picked up Virgil off the floor, carrying him carefully in his arms, Virgil hanging limply with his head pressed against Remus’s chest while he carried him out. Remus was always so warm. “You holding up okay?” Remus asked carefully.

“Yeah. I’m sad we don’t get pancakes,” Virgil grumbled.

“You have toaster strudels, buddy, that’s even better,” Remus suggested quietly.

“Oh, shit, really?” Virgil brightened. “Remy, do you want some toaster strudels?” Virgil asked excitedly.

“Um, yeah… that sounds good, V,” Remy said awkwardly, looking away.

“Are you okay? You’re acting weird,” Virgil said and yawned tiredly as Remus set him down in the back seat of Remus’s car.

“Am I okay?” Remy shot, then shook his head for a moment, exhaling in frustration. “Yeah. I’m fine. How about you lie down?” He asked Remy climbed in on the other side and Virgil tiredly shifted to lay his head in Remy’s lap. “Are you comfy?”

“Very. Want the radiator,” Virgil said sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

“I won’t fit back there with you, V, I’d rather you lie down,” Remus said, closing the car door to the driver’s side seat and sitting sideways by throwing his legs up on the bench.

“You guys are acting funny,” Virgil sighed sadly. “Is it ‘cuz I drank too much? I’m sorry,” Virgil said weakly. “I wanted to join, but couldn’t work up the, uh, nerve,” Virgil muttered.

“No, it’s fine,” Remy said softly, putting his hand on Virgil’s shoulder. “It’s okay, I was sick of that party anyway. Maybe we should have stayed home tonight,” Remy sounded really upset.

“Aw, you didn’t get to do the friend thing? Remus talked to some people! I saw, it was awesome,” Virgil said cheerily but was cut off by a yawn.

“They were just trash people,” Remy said bitterly. “It’s whatever,” He waved his hand dismissively.

“I’ll fight whoever hurt you!” Virgil shot, holding his fist in the air.

“Woah, settle down, babe,” Remy said, slowly lowering Virgil’s arm. “Nobody hurt me,” He clarified. Remus was grumbling in the front seat. “You too,” Remy said pointedly to Remus.

“It’s hard not to be pissed, Rem,” Remus grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Did those fuckers say something mean?” Virgil narrowed his eyes in indignation.

“No, buddy, it's all good now,” Remus rolled his eyes. “I can take care of myself and they liked my art installation. They weren’t down with the message. But I’ll take the win,” Remus said flippantly.

“Aw, it’s a good message,” Virgil whined tiredly.

“It is,” Remus nodded, looking much more pleased.

“Which installation did they see?” Remy asked and Virgil blinked a few times, struggling to keep them open. Closing eyes while dizzy was usually bad, and he didn’t want to risk it.

“The dragon one. I’m working on another part to it, but this one is bigger,” Remus explained, though he sounded weirdly distracted and was looking at Virgil. Virgil rubbed his eyes again. He was just so dizzy. Remy’s lap was nice, though. Having Remy’s hand on his shoulder was kind of grounding. It wasn’t as warm as Remus’s but it was just so strangely comforting. He never wanted it to leave.

“Will the new installation have the same message?” Remy asked, rubbing Virgil’s arm slightly. The motion seemed like it would be an awful idea, but it felt so nice instead of bad.

“Kinda. This one is more ‘life is short’ than the original,” Remus explained, but it seemed kind of distant.

Virgil yawned again and closed his eyes. The world was spinning either way, so it didn’t seem like it would hurt to just rest his eyes a bit. Remy probably had him. Remy’s lap was so nice. He wanted to live there. Remy and Remus were still talking, but it was all just too far away to make out now. Maybe he was falling asleep. That would be nice. He wouldn’t have to be dizzy anymore if he was asleep. He still kind of felt Remy’s hand rubbing his arm, and he focused on that until he drifted off properly.

((note: I am not tagging on this chapter due to the major warning))

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hopewritcs · 6 years

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the prodigal sister

pairing: familial byers fam x reader, romantic paring tbd

word count: 2.1k

summary: y/n is the middle sibling of the byers brothers. she’s just ten months younger than jonathan, making the pair “irish twins”. except when her father and mother got divorced, lonnie got custody of y/n and took her away from the rest of the family.

notes: i was falling asleep last night and decided it would be fun to add a sister to the byers fam. this will likely be a multi-chapter fic. let me know what you think and if there’s anything you’d like to see specifically in this fic series. :) thanks to everyone who reads/likes/reblogs my fics. y’all are great.

other chapters: masterlist

stranger things tag list: @thekidsofneibolt, @madhatterweasley, @samisimportant,@inspiredbynewt (if you wanna be added to any tag list, let me know!!)

Y/N was waiting in the living room of the home she hadn’t been inside for years. Not since she was ten years old. But after coming home from her time at boarding school and finding out what her father had kept from her. She was pacing in the living room, having used the hide a key (thankfully it was still kept in that same place under the windowsill. When Y/N had came into the house, she didn’t see anyone. Then again, it was the middle of the afternoon. Maybe her siblings and mother were out doing whatever it was they did on weekends.

Not like Y/N knew what they did. Her father hadn’t let her be around. The only contact she’d had with her family were long phone calls on holidays and letters exchanged. Which had all but stopped about two years ago when her father’s new girlfriend and him had decided that it was time for her to “grow up” and go to a private all girls boarding school out in California.

She could see a car pull up. Was that her mother? Y/N peered out the window. Nope, it was a teenager. And not her brother. Definitely not her brother. With a bunch of middle schoolers? That was surprising. She figured her mother would have her older brother drive them home. Not some random (to her) teenager.

When Y/N heard voices approaching she jumped and went to standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She hadn’t known why she jumped and attempted to hide the way she did. But Y/N leaned forward and listened to the voices she heard.

“I think someone’s in your house.”

“It’s not a demodog, right?”

“Dude, shut up. How would one of those things even open a door?”

“Fuck you, Lucas, I don’t know! It could happen.”

“Both of you shitheads shut up. I swear I saw someone in there. So you stay back, I’ll see what’s going on in there.”

The door opened slowly and the teen walked into the room. His eyes immediately went to Y/N with a look of puzzlement. “Who the hell are you?” he asked.

“Who the hell are you?” she mimicked, crossing her arms and looking at him.

“Y/N?!” she heard her younger brother’s voice from the doorway, and then she saw him walking into the house.

“Y/N?” one of the other boys asked, peering into the house. But her brother was walking toward her and that was all she focused on.

“Are you really here?” he asked. “Why are you here?”

“Dad didn’t tell me about everything. I was at boarding school, I had no idea. He didn’t phone me or try to get in touch. If I’d known, I’d have been here in an instant. He said they thought you died. That they had a funeral. What happened?” Y/N said, wrapping her arms halfway through her speech as she hugged her kid brother. She’d gone through so many emotions in the past twenty four hours. “Shit, I mean, when I found out I grabbed my stuff and told dad not to look for me. I had to see if you were okay. And Jonathan. And mom. But mostly you.” She pulled back and looked at her brother with a small smile. “I missed you.”

Finally, Will hugged her back after she finished speaking. Tears were pricking Y/N’s eyes.

“Will and Jonathan have a...sister?” Eleven asked, from behind the crowd of boys, her head popping up and looking toward the room. The others shushed her, looking toward the siblings.

“Dad really didn’t tell you?” Will asked quietly, still processing this. He hadn’t been in front of Y/N in years. He remembered what she looked like, but it felt like he was hugging a stranger too. His father had kept her from them for years.

“Do you think I’d have stayed away at that dumb boarding school if he’d told me? Shit, Will, you’re my brother. I’d have dropped everything if I knew.” Y/N’s voice was cracking with emotion. Lonnie, her father, was always someone who resented his family. He was a hothead and needed things to go his way. Which is why when he’d gotten custody of Y/N he’d gone as far away as possible as he could and started over. Not that things changed much for Y/N. Her father was still trouble, in and out of it as well. And she was still struggling to get it together.

But she’d always missed her siblings. Her mother, and their home. She’d wished she could have stayed there.

“I missed you too, Y/N.” Will commented, his grip on his sister getting tighter. He was a little afraid, after all that had happened, that if he took a step back it wouldn’t be the same. His sister might not actually be there. But she was. He could feel her arms around him. The tears against her cheeks. She was real. Y/N was home.

“What’s everyone doing standing in the doorway?” Joyce Byers’ voice echoed in the doorway. Before she could walk in, the boys gathered the groceries from her hands, some of them going back to the car. “Thank...you.” Joyce let out a laugh as she looked at her youngest son’s friends with a confused look. Worried, almost, way in the back of her mind. “Why is everyone acting so strange?”

“Mom.” Y/N pulled away from Will and stood back up to her full height. The almost seventeen year old spoke up.

“Y/N?” the woman questioned before running into the room and wrapping her arms around her daughter. “You’re home!” she smoothed the young girl’s hair out, pushing it away from her daughter’s face. “You’re home? What are you doing here? Does your father know you’re here?” she asked, glancing down at her daughter, looking for the answers to the questions she was asking.

“Sort of.” Y/N admitted, biting her lip as she glanced away from her mother’s eyes. She could see the group of other children moving around the kitchen, trying to put the groceries away and attempt to give the family some space. Except she could tell they were all listening in. Some of them continued to throw glances their way.

“What do you mean ‘sort of’, Y/N?” Joyce asked, giving her daughter a very motherly ‘tell me or face the consequences’ stare. Except it was also, almost, an ‘i’m so glad you’re home i don’t care’ kind of stare too.

“Well he told me how Will disappeared, or died. How you thought he died. There was a funeral? And I just couldn’t stay with him. Him and his girlfriend. I needed to be home. Can I come home, mom? Please.” Y/N was practically pleading now.

“Oh honey, of course you can stay.” Joyce hugged her daughter tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you so much.” Joyce grabbed her son and pulled him into the hug too. “I love both of you so much.” She was practically laughing with excitement. She couldn’t believe soon, when Jonathan got home, all her babies would be home.

“Not to break up a happy family moment, but can you tell me why dad...why everyone...thought Will was dead?” Y/N asked, partially muffled by her mother’s grasp on her. She ruffled her brother’s hair and looked at him. “Because from what I can tell he’s very much alive.”

“Shadow monsters.”

“Demodogs.”

“Mad scientists.”

“Super powers.”

“Upside down.”

Came the chorus of answers from the surrounding people. Y/N broke from the group hug and turned to everyone else.

“What the hell?” She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms against her chest. “Can someone explain, in full sentences.”

“You might want to sit down, Y/N.” Will said, leading her to the kitchen table. Soon everyone was around the table and explaining what had happened in Hawkins.

Of course, Y/N could tell that these people were close with her brothers. But she didn’t get anyone’s names (except the girls, Eleven--Jane, now, according to a correction from her mother--since she had powers, and Max who had moved here in the fall) until they finished the story. Y/N would have had trouble believing everything, except she could tell how serious her mother was taking this. Everyone was stoic and careful. They told her how they’d even been forced to sign papers to keep quiet.

Finally, everyone was introduced by Will after a long pause. “These are my friends. Mike is Nancy’s brother. Dustin, Lucas, and Steve. And, of course, Max and El.” Will made sure his sister was paying attention as he pointed to everyone when he introduced them. Y/N vaguely recognized the kids from pictures she’d been sent over the years from her brothers.

“So are you and Jonathan twins?” Max asked. It was pretty much the first time she’d addressed Y/N during the conversation other than a couple of interjections (apparently she wanted Y/N to be sure that she had “scared the piss” out of Dustin and Lucas at Halloween, which made Y/N laugh).

“Sort of. I’m a little over ten months younger than him. So, my birthday’s pretty soon. I’m a February baby. Jonathan is June. Well, early June. I’m mid-February.” Y/N explained, feeling the need to ramble as she’d just been listening to this whole big conversation and had no room to talk. She glanced around at the group. “I have a lot of...questions. I can’t really think of them all right now. But I definitely have questions.”

“We’ll be here to answer them, Y/N.” Will assured his sister with a nod, turning to his friends and watching as they nodded their heads too.

The front door was being unlocked and the whole group turned to watch as Jonathan walked in with Nancy under his arm. “Hey, mom, Nancy’s gonna stay for dinner. Is that--Y/N?”

“Jonny!” Y/N jumped up from the couch and ran over to her brother, giving him a big hug.

“Y/N/N.” Jonathan exclaimed, hugging her back just as tightly. “What are you doing here?” he asked, pulling back from the hug and looking at his sister. He hadn’t actually seen her, other than pictures, in about seven years. “Dad’s not here too, right?”

“Nope. Just your favorite sister. Needed to catch up on some things. Apparently a lot happens when you get shipped off to California for boarding school.”

“Boarding school? In California?” Jonathan asked, looking at her. He knew she’d mentioned moving schools in one of their letters. But California was not what he expected. Neither was boarding school.

“Dad’s girlfriend fronted the money for it. Apparently she has some connections with the headmaster. They just wanted me out of their hair.” Y/N shrugged. “You didn’t tell me you were dating Nancy, though.” Y/N exclaimed, changing the subject with a quick nudge to her brother’s shoulder as she looked at her once best friend in elementary school. “Hey Nancy!” Y/N exclaimed, moving to greet the girl with a hug.

“Hey Y/N.” Nancy hugged her friend back. She hadn’t expected to see Y/N Byers home. After everything that had happened, she felt almost guilty for forgetting that the boys even had a sister. It was kind of hard to forget when something wasn’t staring you right in the face.

“So, they filled you in?” Jonathan asked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he awkwardly looked between his sister and the crowd still sitting around the couch.

“About some whacked out science experiment, some devil dog creature, and everyone trying to kill you guys. Yeah, I’ve been caught up.” Y/N explained, running a hand through her hair as she nodded toward her brother and then looking back at the group.

In the lull, Joyce came in from the kitchen and announced it dinner would be soon. And anyone who wanted to stay was welcome to stay.

The whole party wound up staying, eating food on the back porch and learning more details about the Byers family and the sister they’d never met before.

All the laughing was not going to be enough to handle what would be in store for them in the coming weeks, though.

#jonathan byers x reader #will byers x reader #stranger things x reader #reader insert #stranger things fanfic #fanfiction #the prodigal sister

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runningwitches · 6 years

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Loved

Summary: The reader is sad because they feel useless. Steve makes sure they know that’s not true and the party cheers them the heck up.

Request?: Nah M8 I’m just sad as heck

Word Count: 1819

A/N: i mean, seasonal depression and a neverending fear that nobody will ever love me and that I will die alone drove me to binge read a shit ton of steve harrington x reader fics and cry despite the fact that i havent finished season two of stranger things but im gonna write this anyways.

i guess this is steve x reader but thats not the main point of the story

idfk i just want to be loved

(umm, henderson! reader who is loved by everyone, i do not give a shit if this follows the exact storyline, ok? i just wanna be happy again) (also i do not look anything like a henderson! so reader can be adopted or some shit? maybe a cousin? who tf knoes? not me, thats for sure !!

Warnings: Probably Season Two Spoilers, No Editing, Probably super OOC and all that because I started this at almost three in the morning and now its four and I’m exhausted but I cant sleep because I’m sad. Anyways I’m just trying to say that it’s bad but I’ll love you if you read it anyways.

I was curled up in my bed, isolating myself from everyone as per usual. After the events with the mind flayer and demodogs and upside down, I realized something pretty depressing. Nobody needed me. I mean like? Sure I was Dustin’s sister. And sure, I was kinda helpful in saving Steve’s ass from the demodogs and Billy, but it just feels as if I weren’t there, nobody would even notice. As if my presence had no positive value to anyone in The Party™.

So instead of socializing with them while they all played DnD and joked around, I sat myself in my room, wrapped in a blanket burrito, holding back tears. I had my music on in the background as I mindlessly flipped through one of the magazines my mom had bought for me. Everyone was downstairs as it was Dustin’s turn to host the DnD night, and everyone was over. I mean, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan, and I definitely wouldn’t be surprised if I walked downstairs to find Joyce and Hopper there too. Every once in awhile I would hear some loud laughter come up from the group, signifying how happy they were without me there. It definitely wasn’t easy for me to sit there by myself staring blankly at the pictures of celebrities I didn’t even care about, but I continued to tell myself that they would be happier without me, attempting to drown out the sounds of their joy with the mixtape I had made for myself a little while back.

As I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing, trying to force the tears that had started to pool back into my eyes, I heard someone knocking on my door. I quickly wiped my eyes to ensure there weren’t any stray tears, pulled the blanket tighter around my body, and attempted to look miserable. But miserable in a sick way and not in a sad way. If it were anybody except Dustin or Steve, I knew I was going to be able to pull off the “I’m not feeling very well” charade, so my chances were pretty good (though odds were rarely skewed in my favor).

Of course with my luck my little brother came bursting through the door.

“(Y/N)! Why aren’t you down there playing DnD with us?!” he asked, voice booming loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear. As I prepared to try my excuse with him to see if my acting skills had gotten any better, I noticed someone else walking through the door. Looking up, my watery eyes met the concerned look on Steve’s face.

“Hey shithead, stop screaming. You don’t need to tell everyone in Hawkins about your sister’s lack of participation in game night,” he said to Dustin, ruffling his hair and then muttering for him to go back downstairs. Dustin looked angrily at Steve for a moment before looking between us for a second, muttered something to himself, and then left the room, surprisingly closing my door as he left.

“What’s up with you lately? It’s not like you to miss game night, but you haven’t been to a single one these past few weeks.”

“I’m just not feeling well, Steve, don’t worry about it,” I told him, looking down at the magazine in my lap and trying to will the tears away.

“Don’t try that bullshit with me, (Y/N). I know you better than that, do you really think I’d believe that crap?”

“There’s no bullshit to be had Steve, just go back downstairs, I’ll be fine,” I told him, yet I still refused to make eye contact. So when he sat down on the edge of my bed, put two fingers under my chin, and lifted my head up in order for me to make eye contact, I saw his face immediately soften.

“I’m not gonna go back downstairs until I figure out what’s wrong with my favorite girl.”

It took all of the resolve in the world for me to not break down at those two words, and it still didn’t even work. “Favorite girl?” I repeated, but only in my own head. “There’s no way I’m his favorite girl, he’s lying to me. Everyone always lies to me” I told myself. And in that second it was like the dam was broken. The tears started to fall freely from my face. I curled myself into more of a ball than I already was, which was a surprising feat of human flexibility, if I’m being completely honest. Steve’s arms immediately went around me, pulling us closer to each other, and practically pulling me into his lap.

I didn’t say a word as he stroked my hair and shushed me softly, I simply let out a series of what I would consider disgusting sobs.

He continued whispering to me, little things telling me that I’d be okay, or that he was there for me, or that everything was gonna be fine. As my breathing finally evened out, he hadn’t asked me what was wrong like I had expected, so I knew I had to speak up.

“Why are you even here, Harrington?” I asked him bitterly.

“What do you mean?” he replied, exasperated.

“Why do you even care about me?” I reiterated with a sniffle.

“Why do I care about you? (Y/N) what are you on about? It would take me ages to list all of that back to you.” I didn’t respond, but I allowed myself to relax a bit, leaning now onto his chest instead of holding myself as far away as I could while somehow still being in his lap. “(Y/N) you’re wonderful. You care so much about all of the kids, sometimes I think you out-mom even their own mom’s.” That was greeted with a sharp exhale from my nose which was (correctly) interpreted as a laugh. “You’re fucking badass. You can use a gun, a bat, a hockey stick, and pretty much anything else you can get your hands on to slay monsters, like real life monsters.” He checked my face after this comment, and was lucky he did, because he almost missed the slight curl of my lips. “You never let anybody get in the way of doing what needs to be done. Not even racist douchebags that show up and kick my ass. And you certainly don’t take shit from anyone.” A few more tears fell from my eyes, but he grabbed my face and used his thumbs to wipe them away, looking into my eyes. “And you’ve got a whole group of teenagers sitting down there worried sick about you because you mean so much to all of them.”

I sniffled again and threw my arms around his neck, whispering an almost inaudible, “Thank you.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Now let’s go get you cleaned up so we can finish that game of DnD.” I almost blushed at the pet name he gave me, if he didn’t sweep me up into his arms and carry me to the bathroom so I could rinse my face off. He made sure to grab my blanket from my bed and grabbed my hand to lead me down the stairs.

“Wow, it’s so nice of you to join us,” Dustin said the second we were down the stairs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Steve shot him a look that said, “shut up or I’ll kill you,” while I just gave him a small smile. Before I even got settled on the couch I was smothered by two bear hugs.

“I missed you (Y/N),” El told me, gripping me in probably the tightest hug I’ve ever had. “You were gone for three weeks!”

“Yeah dude! Don’t leave us alone with these losers for that long ever again!” Max exclaimed, hugging me almost as tight as El was.

I smiled down at both of them, hugging them back just as fiercely. Looking up, I saw the smile Steve had on, but I ignored it in favor of the smiles on my girls’ faces. Ruffling their hair, I removed myself from their grips and went to sit on the couch between Steve and Nancy.

“It’s a good thing you came back (Y/N). I almost killed your brother, and not in the campaign, in real life. I’m pretty sure you’d be the only one who could stop me.” I chuckled to myself and then smiled at Lucas.

“It’s a good thing that I’m back then, huh?”

Will looked up at me this time, “Definitely! I was waiting for you to come down so I could show you this drawing!” I smiled down at him, glancing briefly at Jonathan, only enough to recognize the immense pride on his face at the fact that Will was genuinely happy and smiley. He brought it up to show me a picture that he had drawn of me fighting a monster, a cute little label that pertained to my name at the top. “Steve said you fought a monster and won! And I didn’t even get to see it. So I thought I’d draw it out for you.”

“I love it Will!” I exclaimed, pulling him into a hug and looking at the drawing again. It wasn’t until this second look that I noticed a label by the monster’s head as well. It simply read, “Billy” with a little arrow to indicate that the monster I was beating up was named Billy. I laughed at the naming of the monster and pulled Will into another hug, pressing a light kiss to the top of his head. He grabbed the drawing and placed himself back into his spot.

“(Y/N), you want to hop in on this campaign? We’ve still got a while left to go and we’re in a pretty good spot to add another character?” Mike offered, as he was playing Dungeon Master.

“Yeah, come on (Y/N)! You haven’t actually played in forever!” Dustin added.

The rest of the group added their own chorus of “Yeah”s to try and convince you to join.

“Okay, I guess. But only if I get to be a healer! I’m tired of killing the monsters,” I joked, earning a laugh from everyone in the room.

“Okay, okay, so the group walks up to the tavern in town, hoping for a nice evening away from the fighting for once. But the open the door and see, A MOM, not just A mom, it’s their mom!”

“What?” El asked.

“Mike what are you on about?” Lucas added.

“OH MY GOD, (Y/N)’S GONNA BE LIKE OUR TEAM’S MOM!” Max shouted in realization. The whole group looked at Mike in anticipation. “Well obviously, how else would I have gone about this? It’s perfect, and the perfect position to make her the healer.”

“I mean, technically she’s my sister,” Dustin announced, implying that you couldn’t be his mom.

“See (Y/N), I told you I was gonna kill him.”

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Here’s a set of some drabbles I did all centered around Steve taking care of (or sometimes being taken care of by) the kids. (There are also more Steve and the Kids drabbles on the last set I posted). Each was inspired by a prompt that was sent to me based off of a bunch of prompt lists I reblogged on my main blog @lizzysong (prompt submissions are still open over on my main if you want to send some, too). I hope you enjoy these!

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Prompt: “Your room looks like it was decorated by a perverted jockey.” Max and Steve lmao.

Max had shown up at his front door with her skateboard held in one hand, and tears streaming down her face. She hadn’t called to tell Steve she was coming; the fight she’d had with Billy was bad and she didn’t want to stay in the house any longer – especially to call Steve and potentially put him in danger. So she’d grabbed her skateboard and showed up on the doorstep of the teenager who treated her the way a brother actually should.

“Max?” said Steve when he opened the door. He took in the girl’s appearance and realized that she must’ve had another fight with her so-called brother, “What happened?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” she said, looking down at the ground, and then slowly up at him, “…Can I come in?”

“Yeah; ‘course you can,” the older of the two said as he moved aside so that Max could enter the house.

She had never actually been in his house before; he usually babysat her and the rest of the party at the Byers’ house or the cabin that El and Hopper lived in; and as she looked around she realized just how well-off the teenager was. She’d known he wasn’t as poor as she was, of course, but she hadn’t realized that he was rich, either.

She left her skateboard by the door and started wandering around the house. Steve didn’t mind – it was actually kinda nice to have someone else in the large, usually empty house.

A loud laugh came from upstairs followed by an, “Oh my god!”

Steve rolled his eyes and made his way up to where he knew Max must’ve found his bedroom. Standing in the doorway he saw Max standing in the middle of the room, looking around at everything from the posters on the wall to the trophies on the bookcase. She noticed Steve standing in the doorway and gave him amused look of disbelief.

“Your room looks like it was decorated by a perverted jocky,” she said with another laugh.

Steve rolled his eyes again and gave her a small smile, “Thanks; it took a lot of time to get it to look like this. I had to consult, like, three different weird-ass jockeys.”

Max smirked. She always found something to make fun of her new-found brother for, and he always tolerated it – sometimes even playing along when he knew she was having a particularly rough day.

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Prompt: “I’m DYING.” Dustin x Steve! :)

“I’m dying,” Steve groaned from where he was lying on the sofa in his living room. He’d called Dustin that morning to tell him that he wouldn’t be able to pick him up from school like he normally did on Wednesdays and despite the older teen’s protests, Dustin insisted on coming over after school to check up on Steve.

“I don’t think you’re dying,” the boy said as he observed his admittedly miserable looking friend, “–You do look like crap, though.”

“No, I think I’m really dying this time,” Steve said and Dustin smirked. The younger boy couldn’t help but appreciate the irony of Steve being such a baby when he had the flu considering that this was the same guy who lead the party through the tunnels of the upside down immediately after having the shit beat out of him.

“Okay, fine,” Dustin said with amusement, “you’re dying. Can I have the bat when you die?”

“No, Max gets the bat.”

“What!? Why!?”

“Because she actually knows how to use it.” Steve gave the kid a pointed look and Dustin rolled his eyes.

“Fine. What about the car?” “No way! –You can have my collection of hairspray.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re the only one I know who’ll use it right.”

This earned a smile from the younger boy, “Thanks, Steve.”

“You’re welcome, shithead,” Steve said, returning the smile and then coughing into the tissue he had crumpled in his hand.

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Prompt: Could I suggest “ Do you realize how crazy that was? You could’ve get yourself hurt! “ for Steve and the party/any party member please?

They were back in Steve’s car, Dustin sitting in the passenger seat and Mike, Lucas, Max, Will, and El squeezed together in the back.

No one said a word as Steve drove away from the abandoned building and got onto the main road. They stayed this way for a good ten minutes before Dustin looked next to him where Steve was sitting and spoke hesitantly, “Steve…”

“I don’t wanna hear it,” Steve said, not taking his eyes off of the road.

“But Steve,” Max started, but was quickly cut off by the older teen.

“What did I just say?”

“…Sorry,” Will said quietly, “We shouldn’t’ve called you…”

“…You think I’m mad ‘cause you asked for my help?”

“Well yeah,” said Mike, “Why else?”

“‘Why else’?” Steve asked, “Because you should’ve called me before you put yourselves in the middle of that shit!”

“We thought we could handle it,” Lucas said.

“Doesn’t matter,” said Steve, “You should’ve called me first. Do you shitheads realize how crazy that was? You could’ve gotten yourselves really hurt! Or…” he trailed off, voice breaking slightly. He didn’t want to think about what could’ve happened to the kids if he hadn’t been there.

The kids all looked down when they heard that; they hadn’t realized just how much their designated babysitter cared for them, and they suddenly understood exactly how they must’ve made him feel.

“…Sorry, Steve,” Dustin said quietly, putting a hand on the older teen’s shoulder.

Steve smiled slightly, still clearly upset, but relived, too. “Just don’t do that shit to me again. If you’re gonna get yourselves in trouble, at least call me first. Got it, dipshits?”

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Prompt: “I’d die for you.” Steve & the kids

The kids were gathered around him as he slowly woke up, realizing he was in a bed instead of the Byers’ couch. He was confused for a moment, then vaguely remembered Mrs. Byers insisting he rest in her bed for the night. And after Billy and the tunnels, it was a welcome comfort.

“Guys, he’s waking up,” Steve heard someone whisper – he was pretty sure it was Mike.

“Steve?” Dustin said, hovering over the older teenager with worry, “How’re you feeling?”

Steve opened his eyes slowly to reveal four faces peering down at him; the four kids he’d protected last night. “Hmm…” he groaned quietly and he carefully pushed himself up against the headboard.

“How do you feel?” Dustin asked again, more worry in his voice now that Steve hadn’t responded to the question the first time.

“…Been better…” the teen mumbled, ruffling the younger boy’s curly hair.

“Sorry, man…” Lucas said, looking down and not making eye contact with the older boy, “If I–”

“–Don’t you dare,” Steve said, sounding more coherent than before, “It wasn’t your fault. –Or yours,” he added, looking at Max.

“We put you in the middle of everything, though,” Max said, “We put you in a bad place, and we–”

“–I chose to take care of you. You didn’t make me do anything.” Well… that wasn’t entirely true, they did force him to go with them to the tunnels even though he’d told them no. But at this point that was neither here nor there.

“…Thanks, Steve,” Mike said suddenly, “…For everything.”

This genuinely surprised the babysitter, having thought that Mike hated him, and he smiled at the boy. “I’d do anything for you dipshits, you know that. …I’d die for you guys.”

This earned small, if concerned, smiles from the kids. They did know that Steve would die to protect them, and that was what they were afraid of.

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Prompt: “HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” Steve x anyone of your choice (I loveee steve whump. hehehehehe. )

He’d fallen asleep in the couch while the boys were still watching a movie.

He’d picked up Dustin from school, like he always did on Wednesdays, and ended up picking up Will, Lucas and Mike as well – Lucas and Mike complaining that El and Max wanted “girl time”. Mike and Max still weren’t very close, but El had quickly come to like having another girl in the party, and if she was completely honest, Max liked it too.

It was Will who suggested they sleep over at Steve’s place, and the oldest teen agreed.

“Sure, why not. Just call your parents first; the last thing I need is a bunch of angry moms at my door – especially yours,” he added, looking at Will, who smiled.

“Okay, Steve.”

It was around one in the morning and the kids were on their third movie with no sign of getting tired, but Steve was exhausted, and though he tried to stay awake, he quickly lost the fight against his dropping eyelids and was sprawled out on the sofa.

He slept soundly for what was probably an hour before the nightmares started. At first he just whimpered a little, but it quickly escalated to yelling.

“No… No… Please…! Help…! Somebody help me! Please! Help me!”

This outburst frightened the boys out of their dozing state and they were at the teenager’s side in a second.

“Shit!” Mike said, “Steve, what’s wrong?!”

“It’s a nightmare,” Will said while Dustin and Lucas tried to shake Steve awake.

“Steve! You gotta wake up!” Lucas shouted, and to all four kids’ relief, Steve jolted awake, sitting up and breathing hard.

“It’s okay,” Dustin said gently, trying to hide the fact that he was scared, “It was just a nightmare. You’re okay.”

Steve roughy wiped the tears – when had he started crying? – from his cheeks and looked at the boys.

“Are you okay?” Mike asked and Steve nodded slowly.

“…Y–yeah… fine,” the older boy said, trying to hide the fact that he was shaking a little, “…Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” said Will with a small, reassuring smile, “I get them, too.”

“Jesus,” Steve said, looking at Will, “I’m sorry, kid.”

Will just smiled a little wider and hugged the older teenager, the other three boys quickly following suit; and Steve suddenly understood why the kids were so resistant to sleep, because they understood what he was feeling all too well – and if Mike wasn’t making fun of him or making any snide comments, that definitely meant he knew what Steve was feeling. It made Steve angry to think that these innocent kids had the same problem, and he wished he could have all their nightmares for them.

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