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hornedqueenofhell · 5 months

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Holiday in... Handcuffs? Pt. 4

Pt 3

They didn’t bother with any space between them that night, Eddie lays his head on Steve’s shoulder because that’s where it belonged, the same way Steve’s fingers belong on his lower back, tucked under the hem of Eddie’s hoodie. Their legs tangled together as Eddie trails a finger over Steve lips and asks to kiss him.

“Ask me again in the morning sweetheart. I don’t want to be half asleep when I taste you.”

Eddie groans at that, hips shifting against Steve’s, “Baby you can’t say shit like that to me and expect me to go to sleep.”

“Watch me.” He tips Eddie’s chin up and tugs his lower lip between his teeth, scraping until the tender flesh snaps back and leaves Eddie whining and arching under his hands.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you the second I get you in my bed princess.” He hisses and Steve laughs in his face.

“Try that one again when you can stop grinding against my thigh helplessly…princess.” Steve purrs right back. “Until I say so, you’re at my mercy and I’m going to enjoy it.”

Eddie wants to make him eat those words, wants to place his lips everywhere else since Steve’s own mouth is off limits. But Steve’s eyelids are drooping and he can feel a yawn behind his teeth, so he just presses a kiss to Steve’s forehead and whispers, “Enjoy it then big boy. Good night.”

They drift off tangled together while Steve’s family plans a raid on the Munson cabin first thing in the morning.

~O~

The Hopper-Byers house woke up solemnly and got dressed, their living room floor full of sleeping bags and piles of blankets. The kids were riding with Nancy and Jon in the station wagon while Joyce and Hopper took the cruiser. Robin was out of town and no one wanted to stress her out until they had safely gotten Steve back home.

Nancy was loaded down with her handgun and sawed off that Hopper was pretending not to see at this moment. Lucas was fiddling with his wrist rocket while El, Max, and Will talked quietly amongst themselves. Dustin had used his spare key to get Steve’s home defense bat which was tucked between his knees, hands gripping the end until his knuckles go white. Mike had been strangely silent since the news broke, guilt over everything he’d said to Steve eating him alive.

“We’re going to get him Hop, one way or another.” Joyce swears, their backseat has enough supplies in the back to make sure that the corpses of Eddie and Wayne Munson are never found again. They’d send Steve back with the kids, let them take care of him back at home base. Hopper would get his testimony later, after Joyce had put some good meals in him and let him rest off the trauma.

And then they’d get Steve whatever help and therapy he would need depending on what he’d had to live through. They would offer him all the support and love that his family had never been able to. Joyce would call Steve her son the way she’d always hesitated to, afraid she had been overstepping. Hopper would ask if Steve would like to change his last name, had wanted to since the Harrington’s had disowned him for being bisexual.

Everyone was making silent promises to apologize, to hold, to talk, to give Steve all the things they realized they’d been holding back or neglecting. Because it was either they got the chance to or they’d be begging forgiveness at Steve’s grave.

Joyce consulted the map they’d brought with all of the satellite dots from Steve’s phone as they passed a gas station about half an hour from their destination. “They stopped there according to the map, the last one before they got to the cabin.”

Hopper squeezes her hand quietly, “One way or another.”

~O~

“I know it’s not much because I’m afraid I don’t know you very well yet son, but I didn’t want you to be here empty handed so this is for you.” Wayne says as he nudges a box across the coffee table to Steve.

“Wayne, you didn’t have to.” Steve carefully slipped off the paper, something Eddie found so endlessly endearing. He looked forward to watching Steve do this with the rest of his gifts once they got back to town tomorrow. And then Eddie was ordering take out and making out with Steve in the other man’s apartment until Steve kicked him out.

The box contained a pair of slippers and a soft bathrobe, not Steve’s normal style but probably a soon to be necessity if he didn’t want Robin to murder him if Eddie ever stayed over. “I get the feeling this will be very useful soon. Thank you so much Wayne.” He offers sincerely as Wayne reaches over to pat his knee fondly with a warm smile.

“You’re welcome Steve. I’m so happy to have met you, and how happy you make Eddie… it warms this old man's heart.”

“You’re not even that old Wayne.” Steve snorts, making them all laugh. He shifts back against the sofa to tuck under Eddie’s arm, eyes closing with happiness as Eddie’s lips press to his temple.

“Do you want another cup of coffee?” He asks and Steve nods gently so Eddie gathers up their mugs and heads into the kitchen.

“Go get your boy.” Wayne encourages him with a wink. Grinning Steve hops up and follows Eddie into the kitchen. He grabs some snacks for them to nibble on while Eddie refills their mugs. Before he can step back into the living room Steve stops him.

“Look up sweetheart.”

Eddie looks up and sees a sprig of mistletoe taped over the doorway, “Really? Really Wayne?”

Wayne just laughs at him and waves them off, “Just kiss the man Eddie, I’m sick of whatever weird mating dance you two are doing.”

Eddie looks to Steve who is grinning at him with his own little eyebrow wiggle, he grips Steve’s hips and reels him in close. “May I Steve, may I kiss you?”

“Yes, please Eddie kiss me.” Steve whispers against his lips, hands coming up to cup his face and tug him down until their lips finally meet.

And then the cabin door bursts open.

“Freeze!”

Steve and Eddie’s lips break apart, whipping towards the door in sync as Eddie’s arms tighten around Steve.

“Release him now!”

This time the voice registers and Steve’s jaw drops open. “Hop?”

“Steve! We came to rescue you!” Dustin bursts past Hopper branding his bat and swinging wildly.

“Rescue me? What the hell are you talking about?” Steve studies all their tense faces as he carefully moves Eddie behind him.

“Wait was this all a joke? Were you just playing a prank on Dustin, pretending to be kidnapped?” Mike spits, getting defensive now that they are on the backfoot.

“Kidnapped? Dustin, were you even listening when I called you? I told you I was staying with a friend for Christmas. I specifically said I wasn’t being kidnapped.”

“Your phone was breaking up, I heard a struggle. I heard the horrible thing he said to you!” Tears beaded in Dustin’s eyes as he gestured wildly at Eddie, “I thought I was never going to see you again.”

“Oh Dusty, come here.” Dustin drops the bat and sprints across the room, throwing himself into Steve’s arms with a sob. Steve squeezes him tight and lets Dustin wail with relief as he holds fistfuls of Steve’s sweatshirt.

“Thank you for coming to rescue me Dusty bun. You were so brave.” Steve tells him as he starts to calm down, he turns them slightly and offers a hand out, “Dustn, I’d like you to meet my friend and supposed kidnapper Eddie Munson.”

“...Hi,” Eddie offers gently, he awkwardly holds out a paper towel for Dustin to dry his eyes with, “Steve tells me you’re his little brother.”

“This is sweet and I’m sorry to interrupt but could the lot of you stop letting the cold in and maybe see if my front door can still close?” Wayne interrupts and the rest of Steve’s family blushes before shuffling into the cabin and doing their best to close the door. The handle was completely fucked but the deadbolt hadn’t been pushed so they just used that to hold the door closed. The frame was ruined but at least the draft was minimal.

“Thank you, now someone explain to me why my nephew is being accused of kidnapping.” Everyone continues to fidget awkwardly until Wayne gestures for them to sit.

Wayne has one armchair while Steve and Eddie share the other, Dustin leaning against Steve’s legs. Joyce, Hopper, Nancy, and Jon all squeeze together on the couch while the other kids scatter on the floor. There’s still wrapping paper from their gifts scattered around.

“Why didn’t any of you just call me to ask if I was kidnapped? Or Robin for that matter, I texted her everything about where I was.” Everyone winces at the mention of Robin since they’d left her out of the loop for her own safety, turns out she was the loop.

“Since you didn’t reach out again after the kidnapping message we weren’t sure if you or your kidnapper had the phone and we didn’t want to risk them getting angry and killing you.” Hopper says taking lead on this debacle. Joyce is squeezing his thigh tightly so she doesn’t run over and snatch Steve into her arms.

“I texted Dustin a picture of the cabin yesterday after we finished decorating.” Steve points out, Dustin hasn’t released his sleep pants since they sat down.

“With the other evidence we had gathered it looked more like you trying to help us find you.”

“Other evidence? I’m sorry but what fucking evidence are you talking about?” Eddie snaps, more scared than angry. This man burst into his home and pointed a gun at him so he’s a little on edge right now, even with Steve’s hand in his.

Hopper clears his throat uncomfortably and holds his hands up in surrender, “Sorry, sorry. When Dustin reported the abduction I went to the ‘scene’ and there was some video footage of what appeared to be a large black vehicle driving too close to the curb, and then you pushing Steve to the ground. You went out of frame but another camera shows you driving another black vehicle with Steve in the passenger seat shortly after.”

Eddie huffs, looking very much like he wants to go one one of his tirades until Steve leans more into him and Eddie deflates. This is Steve’s family, who thought they were protecting someone who means a lot to them. Eddie can be justifiably angry for feeling profiled and accused but he won’t take it out on his not quite boyfriends loved ones.

“There was a truck,” Eddie says through gritted teeth. After another glance at Steve he manages to take a deep breath and the words come out a little easier, “it was taking the corner too fast and kicking up a lot of icy road slush. I pushed us both out of the way so we wouldn’t end up soaked. And last I checked, owning a black vehicle wasn’t a crime.”

“It’s not honey and we’re so sorry that this happened.” Joyce speaks up, intervening and diffusing the attention with her genuine warmth, “This was all an unfortunate misunderstanding but what matters is that Steve is okay and that you’re both happy. And we’re sorry for messing up your sweet moment.”

This time Steve and Eddie were the ones blushing, Steve’s entire family had burst in on the two of them kissing after all.

“Could we maybe start over?” Joyce continues, “Would you all like to come over for Christmas dinner? And we can have a repair guy come out and fix your door tomorrow.”

Eddie and Steve glance at each other before looking at Wayne who just shrugs, “I’ll follow along with whatever you boys want.” They turn back to each other and Steve offers him a small smile.

“I know it’s a little fast, and certainly not how I would have planned for this to go. But since I’ve met your family, would you like to meet mine?”

Eddie lets out a snort laugh and squeezes Steve’s hand, lifting it to press a kiss to his knuckles, “Sure Stevie. At least this time I don’t have to worry about somehow making a worse impression than the one that’s already been made of me.”

“They’re going to love you, I know they will.”

With the new plans set Steve, Eddie and Wayne go get dressed while Hopper uses the tarp they brought the tree in with to try and keep the elements from seeping into Wayne’s cabin. Steve’s family goes back to their cars with the exception of Dustin who choses to clamber into the Range Rover with Steve and the Munsons.

“Is Eddie your boyfriend Steve?” He asks bluntly as they head out, their vehicle taking up the rear of their little caravan.

“Not yet, but I think we’re getting there.” Eddie throws him a cheeky wink as he flicks on some low music to fill the background.

“Cool, hey is that a dungeons and dragons tattoo?”

The older man grins and with a faux annoyed groan Steve settles back in his seat as his family starts to get to know his soon to be boyfriend. This might be the strangest Christmas Steve has ever had but it’s also one of the happiest.

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morganwrites12672 · 1 year

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This is so cute!

Billy does not like the cold. At all. You decide to help him with that.

Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader

Hopper didn't like Billy. He didn't trust Billy, it was the same with Mike. He didn't like any boys. At all, no matter what.

You sigh as Billy curls up into your chest, "It's fucking cold, everywhere," he grumbles as you add another blanket on top of him.

He was used to the California sun. He was not used to the freezing hawkins winters. And he hated them, he had not spent one minute since it dropped below 40 degrees, anywhere but cuddled up with you.

"Billy, babe. It's in the 50's today, it hasn't even gotten as cold as it usually does. The cabin is literally in the 60's," you say with a smile.

Billy grunts in response. He would not last once it started snowing. You smile at the thought, billy and snow? That was a big no, he would not be able to handle the cold.

"I don't like this. But at least I have my personal heater," Billy says with a smile. You chuckle, he was adorable when he was grumpy.

Max however, loved winter. She had never seen snow, or at least not the good kind, until she moved to Hawkins. She had been here for a few years, and she loves the snow everytime. The only thing she hated was that she couldn't skate board.

You got out of the lab years before El. You did feel bad, you tried to go back for her. It never worked and you moved on. You still had someone make sure if she did ever escape, or get an opportunity you would get a call.

When you got the call that she had escaped, you had been overcome with joy. the first thing you did was pack up all of your stuff and drive straight there.

Hopper soon, adopted the both of you and here you were. Being smothered to death by your sunshine state boyfriend.

You realize Billy is asleep, and your door is open three inches. You smile and slowly close it. You wipe the blood that has dripped from your nose with your sleeve and then realized you forgot the lights.

You reached over to turn on the lamp, it was less bright but still have some light. You then closed your eyes and flicked off the main light. You wipe the blood with your sleeve, and close your eyes.

It was so peaceful like this. Billy was curled into a ball on top of you, your eyes getting heavy.

Hopper realized he hadn't heard from you and Billy for a while. Max and El had the door shut, that was allowed. But with boyfriends the door stays open three inches.

Hopper leans back and realizes the door is shut, "What did I say?" He yells and jumps up. He dishes to throw open the door, he sees Billy, Billy Hargrove, almost all the way curled up into a ball.

He is laying on your stomach, with his face now buried in your neck. Your eyes are shut and one of your hands is resting in his curls.

As much as he hated to admit it, Hopper thought the scene in front of him was adorable. Poor billy had been hating the cold, and Hopper could tell based on the four blankets on top of the boy.

He chuckled and softly shut the door. He would let it slide this time, but only this time.

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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Hellooo if I'm not too late to the prompts party. My glittery dice humbly request 57 romantic Steddie

Iloveeverythingyouwriteokaybye 😳🫣 *hides under the carpet*

helllooooo!! omg you are SOOO not too late!!! your dice are FANTASTIC omg i love the glitter, and ohohoh let me tell you. they chose EXCELLENTLY, if i do say so myself.

this prompt was SO much fun to fill omg i had the best time writing it.

i want you to know my first thought for this prompt ("there is enough room for both of us") was to have steve and eddie having just finished watching titanic and somehow find a way to recreate the door and see if they both can fit on it LMAO

i went with this instead, because it was the second thing that popped into my head and it is a classic:

[read on ao3]

57. "there is enough room for both of us"

Since they’ve finished the renovations, the Byers-Hopper’s new farmhouse has quickly become the party’s number one hangout.

With a basement fit for running DnD campaigns out of, a yard spacious enough to chase each other for hours in, plenty of soft sofas and cushions for everyone to crash on around the television set, and a homey kitchen with a dining table big enough to seat them all, it’s perfect. Not to mention, Joyce has personally extended an open invitation to every single one of them; her home is their home and they are welcome anytime.

So, yeah, home base these days looks a lot like the rustic, cozy living room in the middle of that big, beautiful house.

Which is exactly where Steve finds himself tonight. The whole party has come together for one of their beloved movie nights, and there is no better place to do it than right there.

They’re on the third or maybe fourth film of the night, but Steve isn’t the only one that has lost count. The kids are all spread out and sprawled out across the floor, fast asleep where they’re squished together in one big puppy pile. Dustin, Will, and Lucas are so tangled that it’s hard to tell who’s limbs start and end where, and further down, Max uses Mike’s shin as a pillow. How that’s comfortable, Steve has no idea — the Wheeler’s are the boniest bunch of people he knows.

El is the only one of the kids not on the floor. Instead, she lies on the couch, curled up like a bug against Joyce’s side. Her head is in Joyce’s lap. and Joyce runs her fingers soothingly through El’s hair. She’s tucked up under Hopper’s arm, and he trails the tips of his fingers up and down her arm. Kisses her temple every so often.

It’s cute, they’re cute. Steve keeps stealing glances at them, wishing he could be the one cuddled up to someone like that.

Instead he’s just squished between Robin and Eddie on their couch. Robin lies to his right, mostly slumped onto Nancy, who sits to her right, but she’s kicked up her feet into Steve’s lap. She keeps wiggling her socked toes to catch his attention, then bounces her eyebrows up and down as she looks past him to where Eddie sits to Steve’s left.

Each time it happens Steve pinches her leg. That doesn’t deter her in the slightest, though. She just whispers to Nancy and the two of them giggle quietly together.

Steve tries to ignore it, and thankfully, he’s pretty successful at that. Beside him, Eddie keeps dipping his head towards Steve so he can whisper his string of running commentary about each of the movies they’ve watched. It ranges from interesting factoids about the film, to silly discrepancies and plot points that make no sense, to putting on a goofy voice and imitating the characters to make them say ridiculous things instead. Steve’s heart squeezes in his chest each time Eddie says something new.

The current movie has been on for a little over an hour now, but neither one of them have really been following along. Instead, they’ve been making things up to match the action unfolding onscreen. Intricate, over the top backstories for the main characters and all the side ones too; ridiculous, senseless motivations for every move they make; witty, snappy one liners to replace the cheesy dialogue that actually exists in the movie. It’s a good thing most of their company has retired for the night, otherwise they’d have been shushed right out of the room.

It isn’t too much longer before Nancy and Robin decide they’ve had enough for the night and bid the room adieu. They slip off down the hall towards the guest bedroom that they’re sharing, leaving the rest of the couch finally free. Neither Steve nor Eddie move to stretch out into the empty space, though. They stay pressed up against each other, the way they’ve been all night.

Eventually, Eddie yawns so wide that his jaw cracks.

“Alright,” he declares, a finality to his tone. He drops a hand to Steve’s knee, to give it a pat. “Time for me to turn in.”

His hand slips off of Steve’s knee, and he rises to his feet, stretching his arms up and out. The hem of his t-shirt rides up, and Steve has to bite down on his tongue.

He lets the residual warmth from Eddie’s touch pull him off of the couch too, almost like he’s chasing it. Chasing Eddie.

“Yeah, okay, me too,” Steve says, busying himself with folding the blanket he and Eddie had been sharing. He drapes it over the back of the couch and turns to say goodnight to Joyce and Hopper.

“Heading to sleep already?” Joyce asks, turning her attention to the two of them. “Your room’s down the hall on the right. Will said he dropped your bags in there earlier.”

“Thanks, Mrs. B-H,” Eddie says, throwing her a finger gun and a charming smile.

“Joyce, Eddie,” she reminds him, raising her eyebrows in that stern, motherly way. The soft smile set onto her own mouth softens it. Tells him that her exasperation is only fond.

Eddie ducks his head, chuckling. “Joyce,” he corrects.

“Thank you, Joyce,” Steve chimes in, not making the same mistake as Eddie. He flashes him a smug little grin, and swallows down his laugh when Eddie subtly sticks his middle finger out at him.

Hopper, of course, notices, and he just snorts gruffly, shaking his head in amusement.

“You two have a good night,” Steve tells them, straightening up.

“You too, sweetie,” Joyce replies. “And if you boys need anything you come find me, okay?”

They nod and relay their thanks once more before Steve gives a little wiggle of his fingers as a parting wave, then turns to shove at Eddie’s shoulders until he starts to walk towards the hallway.

“I’m going, I’m going!” Eddie insists, but he lets himself be manhandled anyway.

Their room is the last door on the right, just like Joyce told them.

Eddie pushes inside first, immediately flicking the lights on. He spots their bags in the corner and beelines straight for them.

Steve, on the other hand, freezes in the doorway.

Because, oh. Oh.

There’s only one bed.

Which — Steve doesn’t know why this surprises him. This isn’t a hotel. It’s a guest room at a friend’s house. Of course it’s not going to have two beds in one room. He doesn’t know why he was expecting that.

But it’s — it’s fine. This is cool. He can share a bed for the night. He’s shared lots of beds in his day. There’s nothing different about this time.

Except that there is because he doesn’t have to share with just anybody. He has to share with Eddie.

Eddie, who hasn’t even batted an eye at the bed situation. Eddie, who seems cool as a cucumber about it. Eddie, who—

Who’s already shucked his shirt off and has his thumbs hooked into his sweats, about to tug those off too, and jesus fucking christ, Steve can’t do this. He cannot do this.

He clears his throat. “You know, uh, I’m gonna go ask Joyce if there’s, like, a blow up mattress or something,” Steve says, jerking a thumb over his shoulder.

Without waiting for a response, he starts to turn. But Eddie catches his wrist, stopping him before he can even take a step.

Steve pointedly does not look down at Eddie’s bare legs and his too small boxers that have little gremlin heads all over. (And, jesus, how the fuck does he make gremlin boxers fucking work? It’s not fair. It’s not fair at all.)

Eddie’s brows quirks up. His teeth practically glint and his eyes sparkle as he asks, “Scared of my cooties, Harrington?”

And it’s not exactly like Steve can snark back with a funny story, but quite the opposite, actually. So he settles for twisting his arm out of Eddie’s grasp and laughing it off.

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious,” he deadpans. “Bed just looks small is all,” he adds with a shrug.

Eddie watches him for a moment, then makes a face. “Aw, come on, Stevie, there’s enough room for both of us.”

That didn’t work. Steve tries again.

“Well if you sleep at all like you walk—” he flings his arms around and kicks his feet out all loosey goosey with each step he takes — “then I’d rather save myself the trouble. I bruise like a peach, Munson. A peach!”

Eddie barks out a laugh, like he genuinely thinks that’s funny, then he sways forward, further into Steve’s space.

Steve tries to take a subtle step back, but he bumps right into the dresser, trapped.

“You’re resilient,” Eddie says, tilting his head like a curious puppy. “Besides, if that’s what you’re so worried about — don’t be.”

“Oh yeah? Why not?” Steve asks, not nearly as challenging as he’d like to be.

Eddie leans in closer, grin sharp. “‘Cause I’m a cuddler.”

Then he’s gone from Steve’s space, just like that, dancing across the room to pick his side of the bed.

And Steve? Steve is screwed.

He makes quick work of changing into his own pajamas — or of removing his own clothes, since he too had opted for just his good ‘ol briefs to keep his modesty during the night. He wishes he’d had the forethought to wear boxers at the very least. His tighty whitey’s leave him feeling too exposed.

Steve tries not to dwell on it, though. (Because dwelling on his underwear just makes him think of Eddie’s underwear, and that is the last thing he needs right before he slips into bed with him.)

Eddie’s already beneath the covers, rolled onto his side and fidgeting as he tries to get comfortable.

Steve approaches the empty half of the bed — the right side, his usual side. Part of him wonders if Eddie knew that or if it was just a lucky guess. The other part of him wonders if maybe the left side is just Eddie’s usual side. If that means that they just fit.

What the hell, Steve, get a fucking grip, he tells himself, shaking his head clear.

He takes a moment to collect himself — the steel himself, as he reaches for the lamp light. It’ll be easier to climb into bed with the lights out. If he can’t see Eddie, then Eddie can’t see him, and that means there’s less of a chance of somehow embarrassing himself.

“Come on in, the water’s fiiiiine,” Eddie sing-songs, smacking his hand down onto the empty space beside him.

Steve huffs out a laugh, then turns out the light.

The room plunges into darkness, but it’s not pitch black. There’s too much residual glow from the moonlight outside seeping in through the window blinds, but it’s dark enough that it isn’t so daunting as Steve crawls into bed and slips under the sheets.

He lies flat on his back, folds his hands over his belly button, and wiggles his shoulders a little to settle into the pillow.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” Steve says.

He doesn’t close his eyes, though. How can he? He’s hyper aware of Eddie beside him, not touching but close enough that Steve can feel the warmth radiating off of his skin. He’s breathing softly, but it’s loud enough that it echoes through Steve’s ears.

Eddie doesn’t say anything back at first. But Steve can feel his eyes on him.

Then, “That’s it? ‘Goodnight’,” he mimics, dropping his voice to sound like Steve’s.

He squirms closer, and suddenly his knee is against the side of Steve’s thigh, his toes brushing Steve’s shin. Steve’s heart rate spikes.

“That’s how you’re sleeping?” Eddie asks, full of judgment.

Steve frowns. “Yeah,” he replies, the duh very much implied. (Not that there’s any bit of truth to that answer. He hadn’t exactly planned on getting any sleep tonight. This is just the easiest position to control himself in, that’s all.)

“On your back?” Eddie questions.

“Yeah,” Steve repeats. “Goodnight.”

Eddie scoffs. “Jesus, no wonder you never get enough sleep. People who sleep on their backs are monsters,” he jokes.

Steve ignores him.

Eddie leans in close. Pokes his finger into Steve’s arm. “You’re a monster, Stevie,” he whispers.

Unsatisfied with the lack of response, Eddie continues too.

“This isn’t a coffin, y’know,” Eddie teases, flopping onto his back and crossing his arms in an X over his chest. He sticks his tongue out of the side of his mouth too, playing dead.

Steve continues to ignore him.

Eddie rolls back onto his side, facing Steve. Somehow, he’s even closer. “You can get comfortable,” he says.

“I am comfortable,” Steve replies, finally breaking his silence.

“Bullshit,” Eddie objects. “You’re as stiff as a rock.” He prods Steve again as if to prove his point when he doesn’t budge. Then he curls his fingers around Steve’s bicep.

His touch lights every single nerve in Steve’s arm up, and he has to dig his nails into the backs of his hands to keep from doing something stupid, like pulling Eddie’s hand away from his arm so he can hold it instead.

“I’m not gonna bite, y’know,” Eddie says lightly. A second passes, and Steve can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he adds, “Unless you want me to.”

And it’s too much, jesus christ, it’s way too much.

“Could you just back off?” Steve finally snaps.

He regrets it instantly.

Eddie’s hand falls from his arm, like he’s the one that got burned, and the sheets rustle as he shrinks back into his own space. His knee disappears from Steve’s thigh, his toes leave his shin, and Steve suddenly feels cold.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” Eddie says, sobered. He sounds so small. “Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

And Steve wants to cry because no, that is not it at all. He’s not uncomfortable, not even close, and he’s not upset either. He’s just… overwhelmed. But even that isn’t a bad thing. Eddie didn’t do anything wrong.

“Eddie,” Steve says, rolling onto his side to face Eddie. Eddie’s back is to him, though. Steve reaches out, but he doesn’t touch. He just lets his hand hover over Eddie’s back.

“That’s not it,” he tells him. “I’m not uncomfortable, I promise.”

Eddie makes a noise, sort of like a scoff. Like he doesn’t believe him. “Sure,” he says.

“I’m not!” Steve insists and he flattens his palm to Eddie’s skin. Bends his fingers over the curve of Eddie’s shoulder.

“Then what is it?” Eddie asks, turning over. The movement shakes Steve’s hand off. “What’s your deal, Steve?”

Steve winces at the way he says his name. It doesn’t sound very nice. Not the way it usually does when Eddie says it. God, he’s fucked this up so bad.

Why couldn’t he just chill the fuck out and share the bed like a normal person? Why did he have to ruin everything?

There’s only one way to fix this, though. There’s only one way, and Steve has to do it.

“I want it too much.”

“What?”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut. “I want it too much,” he repeats.

There’s a beat, a totally silent, totally nervwracking beat. And then… the mattress shifts. Eddie’s knee presses into his thigh again. His knuckles graze against Steve’s where his hand lies atop the pillow between them.

“Want… what, exactly?” Eddie asks slowly, and he’s close enough now that Steve can feel his breath ghosting against his face.

Steve opens his eyes, and Eddie’s there, he’s right there, with his big, round eyes. With his parted lips. With this naked vulnerability laying his face bare.

Steve swallows. Lets out a shaky exhale.

“You.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath.

“Me?” He whispers.

Steve nods. “You,” he repeats, putting everything behind that one word.

Eddie makes a choked noise, and Steve has zero point five seconds to start to panic before Eddie’s hands fly up to grab either side of his face, squishing his cheeks almost painfully, and he practically throws himself on top of Steve as he tackles him into the pillow and catches his mouth in a kiss.

It’s messy; Eddie sort of misses Steve’s mouth at first, accidentally nails more of his chin than his lips, and when he does finally find those, their teeth end up clacking from the force of their smiles that keep trying to break through. They end up doing more laughing into each other’s mouths than kissing at first, but then Steve slides his hands up Eddie’s back, and Eddie’s gasps into his mouth and Steve takes the chance to fit their lips together properly. To kiss and to kiss and to kiss.

When they break apart seconds, minutes, hours — who even knows? — later, Steve feels like he’s floating on air.

“Jesus christ,” Eddie laughs beside him as he rolls off of Steve to flop back against his own pillow. He doesn’t let go of Steve’s hand.

“You want me. You want me. You want me,” Eddie repeats, laughing delightedly again.

Steve twists towards Eddie, wriggling into his space. “And you want me too,” he says.

Eddie nods, cupping Steve’s jaw again. “There’s nothin’ I want more, Stevie.”

Steve ducks in for another kiss — he can’t help himself. It’s short, and it’s sweet, but it’s everything to him.

He makes a mental note to get up early tomorrow to cook Joyce a great big breakfast. Maybe swing by her favorite little local cafe for some coffee and find a nice bouquet of flowers somewhere too. He’s got to thank her somehow — it’s her house, her home, afterall, that gave him the nudge he needed. That gave him Eddie.

When Steve finally falls asleep that night, it’s with Eddie starfished against his back, legs tangled with his beneath the covers, arms secure around Steve’s waist, and nose tucked into the crook of his neck.

He’s definitely a cuddler.

But so is Steve.

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mooncakesofpan · 2 years

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A MILF

Teen dad!Billy Hargrove x Teen mom!hopper!Reader

Summary: Over hearing some of the moms in Hawkins can cause you to have your doubts.

A/n: sorry it took so long to put out another part to this. Also i think ive mentioned this before Reader is Adopted.

Warnings: teen parenting , fluff, non sexual nudity(reader is breat feeding), mentions Neil's terrible and abusive parenting, established relationship, strong language, Billy threatens to beat Mikes ass, She/her pronouns

Word Count: 1.3k

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Something about the middle-aged women and their own vendetta with you because of Billy and your’s child Victor, always rubbed you the wrong way. You had told El. you would pick Miked up on your way to Billy’s cause the group was gonna go biking to the arcade from there.

You got to the Wheelers and saw the group of moms huddled around the lemonade stand on the warm day of Holly. they all recognized your truck. you had tried to keep it down low but secrets are hard to keep in a small town. No one had seen you for a good few months you trying to avoid being seen on the way to doctor appointments, but when you had Vicky you looked different. It was hard to miss you around town with a stroller and a baby or the fact that sometimes you would have to drop Vicky with your dad to go do things. It didn't take long for theories to come to the surface and the truth to come out once Vicky was seen with Billy and the noticeable similarities were mainly Billy’s pretty eyes and, his widow's peak. You pulled up and Vicky was asleep so you opened the door and stepped out to ask Ms.Wheeler to get MIke while the ac ran in your car. You could feel the eyes of the neighborhood moms as they spoke about you. “Hi Ms. wheeler can you let Mike know I'm here to pick him up,” you say with a smile. “Yes of course hun,” “Of course” you could hear the other moms behind you "To think getting pregnant so you thank goodness my daughter would never be so irresponsible,” one mom said. “She must have slept around a lot and it finally caught up to her,” another whispered. “She's not a very good mother I hear, Marcy told me she sees her all the time alone around town and doesn't spend nearly enough time with the baby,” one of the moms says. You rolled your eyes getting back in the truck, it stuck to you. Were you a bad mom? Sure you were new to everything but you thought you were doing well considering your situation. The times you were seen without Vicky he was either with billy or with joy so you could shop for you El., and your father. You were drawn out of your head by the sound of a door slamming, seeing Mike go out his front the door and walk to your truck “Hey Mike,’” you say smiling “Hi Y/n” he gets in and looks at Vicky. sees the baby is miraculously still asleep. You take your guy's ride to the Mayfield-Hargrove household in somewhat silence Vicky wakes up about halfway there not too fussy more or crying cause he was hungry. “Sorry he must be hungry but we're almost There," you say feeling slightly embarrassed about the fact that Vicky was hungry and you still had about 10 mins left in your drive. your insecurity setting in. Sure it was just a 14-year-old who probably didn't care but in your head, the fact you didn't stop and weren't immediately feeding the baby was eating you a bit. Even tho you were less than 10 minutes away from Billy's. “Oh it's fine,” Mike says shrugging. You finally get into the driveway and Mike says thanks while hopping out while you grab the backpack with Vicky's stuff and pick the fussy baby up. “I know I'm sorry Vicky I know I know mama's gonna get you some food,” you saw Max walking out the door billy in tow his shirt slightly unbuttoned “Hey hot stuff, woah someone upset,” Billy says chuckling a little as he walks up to the two of you. Leaning in to hug you careful of Vicky. “Yeah uh let's get inside he's hungry,” you say as Billy kisses your forehead. He grabs the bag as you head inside you hear the sound of your door slamming close. You get into his room and he closes the door. you laid the crying baby down on the bed trying to slip some of your top off to try and feed Vic. Billy could tell something was upsetting you probably from the way looked like you were gonna cry outside in front of your car or the fact you still looked like you were gonna cry while trying to get Vicky to latch on which seemed to not be going so well. Vic not latching on was frustrating you more Tears filling your eyes. This entire day was hard on you, and the more the day went on the worse felt. Billy could see the tears welling up in your eyes and decided that he should probably do something other than stare at the situation in front of him. "Okay doll let's try something else huh?” Billy said lifting Vic out of your arms carefully. “Lean on the pillows,” he says. The few pillows on his bed propped up you lean up more against the pillows on the wall the pillows are nice and soft surprising, and defiantly new in the teen boy's room. He closed the blinds a little more allowing a little light threw and turned off the lights so that the room was a bit darker and put a cassette in the player but kept it on a low volume. The room became calmer allowing you to relax a bit. “Now while Vic Feeds your gonna tell me What got you all fussed up,” you nod there was more success the second time trying to feed Vic. “So I was getting Mike and-” “That little Dip-Shit didn't say anything I have no problem beating a 14-year-old as-” Billy says leaning up from the spot he was laid back on, on his bed. “No! no, he didn't say anything, I was gonna say I was asking Ms.Wheeler to call mike out and some of the other neighborhood moms were there and they started talking about me, and it's just-, Billy am I a bad mom?” the words were followed by tears running down your face. Billy looked at you with confusion written all over his face. “You a bad mom? Doll, your probably one of the best moms to ever grace this earth, one of the hottest fucking moms too,” Billy swears ”Language,” you say looking up from Vic's little face “an absolute MILF doll” you felt warm by Billy’s words. The smirk on his face on top of his flattery was enough, to create butterflies. “Your so attentive to Vic, you juggle taking care of you, Vic, your sister, and pretty much your dad while you're at it too, it would be a damn shame to call you a bad mom when you take such good care of our kid. I don't want you believing that crap okay, you're a good mom, you understand?” Billy says seriousness laces in his voice. “And you still find time to do stuff with those kids bad mom my ass” he mumbles the last part. The reason for your falling tears changed with Billy’s words. “Thanks, Billy” “Only statin’ truths Imma go grab you a snack” Vic in true baby fashion had fallen write back to sleep with some milk in his system. You had swaddled Vicky up and placed him in the crib in Billy's room and you had laid down your head in Billy's lap when he got back. "I'm sorry I try to block that stuff out but sometimes it just gets to me," you say softly as you feel Billy's hand rubbing soft circles on your cheek. It was moments like this you wouldn't have it any other way your boyfriend could be a little rough around the edges but he cared a lot for you and Vicky. He was determined to be a better man than his father. "Don't apologize for things that aren't your fault," he said plainly. A toothpick sticking out of his mouth that he had been chewing on. You leaned into his Touch. "Thanks, Billy,"

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youngcollectedtired · 2 years

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"There's no way y/n is your girlfriend!" Eddie Munson x reader

!!Stranger Things Season 4 Part 2 Spoilers. Read at your own risk!!

Summary: 1986 was Eddie's year. Eddie Munson graduated on May 8th of 1986. Max never fell asleep and Eleven discovered her strength without Mike's help. The world is free of Vecna and dark secrets. Hawkin's Indiana is joined again by the Byers. And the town is cleansed of its darkness. Still, Eddie is labeled a liar as Lucas denies the fact that Eddie has a girlfriend. However, he especially doesn't believe it when Eddie claims he's dating you. His ex-babysitter plus medical records clerk who loves butterflies, lavender flowers, and stuffed crust pizza. The one girl in Hawkin's who's never touched a weed blunt in her entire life.

Warnings? None. Except for Eddie's beautiful eyes.

Pairings: Eddie

Notes: lowkey forgot nancy and robin exist in this one. sorry guyssss

No one believed Eddie. Eddie didn’t exactly have the truthful kind of reputation. The entire town still believed he was in fact a murderer.

It was only because of hopper and his girlfriend y/n that he was free.

But now. Here he was again. Being titled a liar.

“I’m just saying man,” Lucas waved his hands, “there’s no way y/n is your girlfriend! She’s like preppy and all 'i care about everyone' and you’re not. Her favorite animal is a butterfly!” Lucas snickered.

From beside him, Max shoved his side, “What!” He asked causing her to glare at him, “sorry babe I mean come on… look at her.”

He wasn’t exactly wrong. The picture of you and Eddie was undeniable but it looked staged. It was from graduation a few months ago. 7 months to be exact.

You were holding both of your hats in one hand, his hands holding both of your diplomas. To Eddie you looked downright gorgeous wearing a fitted cream and rose covered dress with ruffles that flared at your knees.

Your navy gown covered the top of the dress but the straps were think and ruffled too.

You leaned over your lips barely touching his cheek as you grinned wildly. From this angel you looked up your eyes content with staring at the corner of his eyes.

Eddie kept this picture in his wallet. It was the only one he bothered keeping knowing how much you loved pictures. You kept almost all of the pictures you guys had together and he didn’t mind. He knew it was your way of remembering.

“Come on man, she’s obviously real, don’t hate on Eddie now,” Dustin rolled his eyes attempting to back Eddie up.

Dustin turned to apologize to Eddie only to see him grinning.

Even Steve was confused. “Bro, you good?” Steve questioned causing Eddie to chuckle.

“Oh man you guys are gonna be begging for my forgiveness,” he slowly stands with a stretch.

“What? Why?” Mike questions from the booth behind the group. El was seated in front of him eagerly sipping on her vanilla shake.

Eddie fully stood now grabbing the grocery bag with the diners logo printed on it, “why do you think I didn’t eat with you hooligans? I’m bringing y/n lunch. It was just gonna be us so why don’t you come along?” He offered.

The curiosity on there faces was humorous. Without waiting on a response he began making his way towards the door.

Lucas stood up quickly, causing Dustin to turn to him, “I thought you said you didn’t believe, him?” He stated.

Causing Lucas to chuckle, “I don’t but I do wanna see Eddie embarrass himself,” he left the booth with Max behind him.

“You just don’t believe Eddie because you won’t admit Eddie is good at flirting,” Max slipped out taking the lead in front of Lucas.

Lucas scoffed while holding the door open, “He’s not that good at flirting,” and the two of them left.

The others realizing the time was short followed them too, Mike shaking his head, “There’s no way Eddie ended up with her. He deserves better,” he snickered holding El’s hand.

Steve rolled his eyes, “And so does el,” he whispered causing Will to chuckle. Having heard the older boy.

Everyone exited the diner.

Eddie walked down the street eager to see you. He knew he was coming a little early but he wanted to watch you work too. He was thankful the diner was only a few blocks away.

The building titled Family Clinic made Eddie stop. He entered the building Lucas caught up enough to hold the door for the others.

The lobby was spread out. On one end were windows covered in shades. On the other end was a glass sitting on top of a desk. On either side of the desk were two doors where the nurses normally called out for patients.

On one side of the front desk, a couple exited the clinic. They waved at you as you threw over your shoulder, “Have a good one,” with a wave.

Eddie didn’t bother to announce his presence just yet. The receptionist waved at him but said nothing knowing what he liked to do.

He nodded a greeting to the older woman and took a seat in his favorite chair you perfectly seated in his view.

“That means nothing,” Lucas scoffed as he sat next to Eddie.

Eddie didn’t even bother to reply. His eyes only on you.

Your morning was long. So long in fact that you asked off for the afternoon. You worked hard, your title as the Front Desk Coordinator giving you access to all kinds of duties. But you didn’t mind. You learned a lot. And you were thankful for the opportunity you received after your freshmen year in high school. A friend of your father's needed help so at 15 you started working.

Your mother and father divorced when you were 14. You’d seen it coming a mile away. With your father’s desperation for respect and order and your mother's anxious and loud personality, it was a miracle to you that they stayed together so long. Your mom moved to Mississippi with a teaching position. And your father finished raising you both in Hawkins. You could tell he was adamant for more and he was meant for more.

So you and your sister stayed in Hawkins when your father moved to New York for a job opportunity. You were old enough and eager to make decisions. So you remained in Hawkins with Eddie. Your sister loved her home and her friends. So with the promise to visit her father twice a year, she stayed with you. Your mother visited when you moved into your new place for a week. She had yet to meet Eddie but was eager to meet him the next time she visited. Which you hoped was soon.

Your hard working skills were the only reason they allowed you freedom. You worked hard. And they trusted that. But you were also a family friend. Which made it ten times easier to trust you.

In front of you was a stack of sealed envelopes. The patients from the year before who needed their yearly appointments were about to get a letter with the date and time of appointment.

You’d called almost everyone on your list to verbally give the appointment to as many as you could.

There were two patients left. But you decided to quit. Knowing they’d get a letter anyways. The clock turned from 12:59 to 1:00 and you stood up. You we’re thankful it was Thursday your last workday of the week.

You stood up, “Alright miss Jackson I’m gonna go. I’ll see you Monday.”

She responded, “Have a good weekend."

You didn’t bring much, so you fixed up your paperwork. It sat neatly on your shelves. You then set the envelopes in the basket, grabbed your purse, and exited the front desk door.

You sighed holding back a yawn as you recognized what you thought to be patients. However a familiar leather jacket caught your eye.

Eddie stood up just as you recognized him.

The biggest smile the others have ever seen stretched across your face as you ran towards him.

“Eddie!!” You exclaimed your heart pumping as you embraced him. The familiar smell of peppermint filled your nose as you inhaled his scent.

He chuckled, lifting you up into a hug, “hey baby,” he responded his face falling into the space of your neck.

You sighed. The stress of the day washing away. As he set you down you took a moment to admire him. His skin was soft under your hands, you held his face between your fingertips your eyes gazing into his brown ones. His cheeks moved under your hands giggling at your attention.

He shyly looked down away from your gaze as you softly smiled content in this moment.

Someone cleared there throat from behind you, “I finished that paperwork for, oh-,” Dr. Jones stopped himself at seeing you both.

Since graduation Eddie hadn’t changed very much. Dr Jones knew of your relationship with the town 'freak' but never considered it his business.

Now though. Seeing how lovingly Eddie held onto you. How even though Eddie wasn’t looking into your eyes he was still looking at you. With nothing but heart eyes.

Dr Jones grinned. He knew his friend Samuel your father didn’t like Eddie at first glance. But seeing how well he took care of you and how happy you were to see him probably fixed that right up.

You turned to face your boss, your hands dropping to tug on Eddie’s as you stepped forward, “yes sir?” You asked gripping Eddie’s right hand tighter behind you.

He squeezed to let you know he was still there.

Dr bones shook his head, “I was just gonna say I signed your paperwork. It’ll be on your desk when you return Monday, hi Eddie,” he waved to your boyfriend.

Eddie tilted his head in acknowledgment, “Hello Dr. Jones. Good to see you,” he waved with his free hand.

You smiled the interaction enough to make you warm, “I’ll open Monday morning just so I can fax those for you,” you stated causing him to nod.

“I’d stop you, but you’d do it anyways,” he called out as he stepped back into the office.

Now the foyer was empty. Save for the others.

“Hey guys,” you smiled waving at the kids and Steve and Jonathan, now you turned to Eddie pulling him towards the door for outside, “come on I’m hungry.”

Dustin snickered, causing Lucas to lick his lips his mouth dry from keeping it open, “that doesn’t mean anything! He could be paying her,” he defended himself before racing after the couple.

Steve shook his head, “he’s gonna be even more embarrassed once he realizes how obviously they’re in love,” he rubbed the area between his eyebrows a tired look in his eyes.

Max laughed, “more fun for me,” before following her boyfriend.

El paused confusion on her face, “Why is it hard for him to see? They’ve been dating for two years now,” she followed slowly after Mike.

Mike paused, “Wait. What?” He turned slowly to face her.

El nodded, “Y/n had dad run a background check on him when he asked her out and then she also helped to free Eddie from the charges against him,” she stated nonchalantly as she passed Mike.

Steve and Jonathan knew what she meant, and Dustin already knew the story. He’d been third wheeling you guys since he was a freshman. He never hated it. In fact, he loved to see you and Eddie happy and even invited himself on many of your dates.

Eddie never tried keeping you a secret. And you never tried keeping him a secret. The dynamics in your relationship just allowed that to happen. You weren't very big on PDA. You had your different interests in high school and with the world falling apart in '85 there were plenty of opportunities for you both to be distracted. Dustin also knew your relationship was intimate for a reason which is why he and the others decided to allow you guys peace. They didn't talk about your relationship outside of those who knew.

You and Eddie were grateful they didn't.

Lucas was walking fast beside Eddie. You were leaned into his right side your fingers clasped together.

“No because this doesn’t make sense! You guys were never making out in the hallways we never saw you guys together!! And first of all why does Eddie only have one picture of you??” Lucas spoke rapidly attempting to make sense of the situation.

You could only find this funny. Your box braids fell over your shoulder as Lucas finally whispered, “and how did I not know Eddie liked chocolate??” It seemed as if his entire life was falling apart with that last question.

You choked on your spit, the laughter falling from your lips causing you to stop walking. Your stomach hurt as you leaned forward, wheezing with laughter.

Eddie was embarrassed. “Dude come on, I liked all ladies!” He attempted to assure, “but y/n is the one for me,” he added as you attempted to pull yourself together.

“HAHA LUCAS you should have seen your face,” you couldn’t catch your breathe, “please!! It was so… so so funny. It looks like you don’t know what’s right and wrong or what’s black and white anymore,” You choked as you fell to a crouch holding your stomach.

Now Lucas was embarrassed. “Can you blame me?? The guy I looked up to for at least the first few months of highschool has secretly been dating my old babysitter. I mean come on it’s like I’ve been lied to!! I didn’t even know Eddie was your type,” he whined at the end defending himself.

Eddie snorted at that. “Don’t worry Sinclair I wasn’t. You can imagine my surprise when I got a letter in the mail saying someone was looking into my back ground history,” Eddie slung his hand around you now as you stood.

You shrugged, “Can you blame me? The only thing I knew about you was that you sold drugs to students. But babe you know I already admired you,” you added as leaned back into his side.

Lucas was even more confused. “Wait if he wasn’t your type…. Why did you admire him?” He asked putting the pieces together. The others had joined them also eager to hear the story.

Eddie turned you wondering what you would say.

You stared at him as you spoke, “two things. First, he was so passionate and straightforward about who he was,” Eddie smiled at you, “He didn’t dare change to fit into society's idea of a man. And when he was threatened by others he continued being himself without harming or putting others at risk,” you looked down as if remembering something. You looked back up, catching his eyes that were now concerned, “and second his eyes. They were the most beautiful, soft, and life-filled eyes I’ve seen in my entire life. I knew there was nothing dangerous behind those eyes even before I did that background check. I just did that so my dad wouldn’t second guess me,” you cleared your throat. Your dad had a habit of pulling the 'I'm best friends with the police chief' card at any boy who could inconvenience you.

Eddie leaned forward his arms wrapping around you as he hugged you.

He pulled back your body turning to face the others as he pulled you close again tucking you into him.

The others minus Mike were staring at you both in awe. (mike what an ahole) It was as if they’d seen real love. For the first time. And they had.

Eddie smiled, “That was nothing. You should see the letters she writes me, I never knew someone could be so beautiful in words,” he leaned closer to you whispering the last bit as he kissed your cheek.

Your cheeks burned. They were warm to the touch. And the others could even see your skin shift to a soft pink your cheeks and nose darkening at their gazes.

Max sighed, “Wow.”

Lucas shook his head, “Wait. How did you get the police to let you see his records? I didn’t even know civilians could run background checks,” he looked between the both of you now.

Jonathan sighed, “Hopper did it for her, Lucas.” He was bored of the back and forth, a part of him wondering why you didn't just explain everything from the top. Including your role in the fight.

Lucas was even more confused. Ever since you stopped babysitting them when they turned 14 he’d stopped keeping up with you. He realized now that was mostly his fault as Dustin had easily kept up with you.

The eyes moved from Jonathan to you waiting on an explanation.

You sighed, “You see when I was a kid I wanted to be a detective. Hopper and my dad were friends so Hopper would let me solve cases that were already solved with the evidence they started off with. Since we didn’t have too many cases in our town he let me branch into other cases in other towns. I got really good and before I knew it I was ten and eleven figuring out the cases before the officers did," you smiled fondly at the memory, "When I became a freshman my uncle needed my help with the clinic he owns so I quit my dream to become a medical records clerk. So I started working there when I was about 15. Because hopper and I worked together when I was younger I built a connection and voila any guy I was interested in whether I liked it or not had a background check run on them. So when I was old enough to date I decided to go ahead and do it on my own.” You sucked in a breath long-winded.

Max’s eyes widened, “woah. That’s so cool. I thought you could only have one career,” she mumbled in thought.

You shook your head, “some people think that way, but I think you have enough time to try it all,” you finished with a smile.

Mike spoke up next, “So wait El says you got Eddie’s charges dropped how’d that happen?” He asked now.

No one really knew what made the charges drop. Not even Eddie. All the town knew was that Eddie wasn’t guilty.

Only you and Hopper carried the truth on your shoulders.

You didn’t feel comfortable answering that question in public, “why don’t you guys come by Eddie and I place tonight for dinner?” You asked holding the basket closely in your hands. The envelopes shifted with the weight reminding you that you needed to take them to the post office.

“WAIT. YOU and EDDIE LIVE TOGETHER??”

Lucas was clearly distraught.

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byler-makemewanttobelieveitsokay · 11 months

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Chapter Two - fic

here's the second chapter to make up for the lack of drawings. I'll start the drawings again once I've found my bloody pencil!

The afternoon sun reflects off of the lake. Under the shade of a tree lie Will and Mike. As predicted, El and Max have pulled a disappearing act. They said hi, ate cookies and left. Since then, Will had maybe fallen asleep… he's awake now though and Mike takes this opportunity to attempt to make conversation.

"Where did Jane and Max go?"

Will's eyes snap open.

"Oh uh…"

He doesn't really want to know what they're up to. Whatever it is, it's bound to be irresponsible.

"They're probably causing trouble somewhere." He replies, rolling his eyes.

On the other side of the park, El stands on the platform over the lake. Suspended in mid air is Max. El is hovering the red-headed girl dangerously close to the railing. One wrong move and Max will get an unplanned bath. But Max isn't worried. She can feel the breeze in her hair, this is probably the weirdest sensation on earth.

"This is sick!!!" She yells, flailing her arms and legs a bit.

El stares up at her with a grin of adoration. She isn't supposed to use her powers in public, but seeing Max in this state of exhilaration makes El forget all about rules. If she can make Max laugh then it's worth risking her secret.

"Do you think they have realised yet?" El asks as Max rolls over in the air.

"Mike and Will? Of course not."

"But how can you forget your best friend?" Asks El, she could never forget Max, the feeling of being someone's best friend is so special.

"They were only kids El, then Will moved schools, and we never saw him again." Max reminds her.

"But they were best friends!" El repeats. She just doesn't understand.

"They were also five years old, and the lab interfered with Will's memory."

El supposes that's a valid reason. The lab did mess with them a lot. She's glad she and Will took care of it. El will be eternally grateful to Lucas Sinclair’s dedication to finding his missing friend. If it weren’t for Lucas, she and Will would still be 011 and 012. Abducted. Test subjects.

"The lab's full of mouth-breathers."

***

"So, what's your family like?" Mike asks Will, sitting cross-legged on the grass. "I know Jane a little bit, but like, who else is there?"

Will sits up, this is a bit of a complex discussion. The Hopper/Byers family is far from normal, despite the appearance from the outside. Will takes a deep, calming breath, if he’s going to lie his way through this, he needs a clear mind.

"Well there's my mom, Joyce, she's getting married in a couple months." Will begins. He leaves out the part where his mom was a part of a top-secret government project.

"Then there's Lonnie. He's my…" Will pauses, despite what his birth certificate says, Lonnie isn't related to him really at all. Maybe you'd call him a stepfather? "He's Jonathan's dad." Will decides not to elaborate. Lonnie Byers doesn’t deserve elaboration. He was far from a nice person, he sold his legal kid to an evil government program and that’s only the tip of the iceberg!

Mike frowns, why do those names feel familiar? Lonnie? Joyce?

"Then there's Jim Hopper, chief of police, he's… Jane's dad." Will decides this is an adequate description. He conveniently leaves out the part where Jim is also his father. Will Byers will just have to remain fatherless. That's probably okay, considering he’s had three different “fathers” and he’s not even fifteen yet.

"Jonathan's my half brother, technically, but he's the best big brother in the world. He's four years older than me." Will smiles as he tells Mike this. Man he really loves Jonathan. Will couldn’t ask for a better older brother.

Once again Mike's brow furrows. He knows this name too and he's the right age. Maybe… no, surely not. His childhood best friend was long gone.

"Jane's my… step sister…" He trails off. That's an outright lie. Jane Elle Hopper, known to few as 011 and fewer as simply El, is his twin sister. She's also a month older than him. Thanks Hawkins National Laboratory! Will's family tree looks more like a family plate of spaghetti.

"I thought you and Jane were twins!" Mike exclaims.

Shit.

"Um… no. Ha ha… it's just a weird coincidence." Will attempts to brush Mike off. That's enough about his family. It's too difficult to try not to accidentally leak top secret FBI information. He really doesn’t feel like dodging murder today. He’s had quite enough of that for one lifetime, thank you very much!

"What about your dad?" Mike will not be brushed off. He's determined to find out more about Will. He doesn't know why, but Mike seems to be drawn in by this odd, cute boy. And if his crazy hunch is correct, he knows more than he thinks…

Mike wonders if Will's anything like Jane. Although, judging by the fact he fell asleep in the middle of the park, at four o'clock in the afternoon, Mike would guess the step siblings' likeness ends at looks. Jane seems to be a ball of energy, always up to something.

"Umm… I don't really know." Will mumbles. Is he aware that's a half assed excuse? Yes. Can he be bothered to do mental gymnastics to try and explain his existence? Absolutely not. He’s tired. Sue him.

Mike shrugs, whatever then, maybe it's a sensitive topic to Will. He decides to change the subject. Mike launches into describing his own family to Will.

"My parents are divorced. I spend the weekdays at my mom's house and the weekends and school holidays at my dad's." Mike begins. His mom is definitely his favourite, she’s distant, but at least she doesn’t sigh at every choice Mike makes, unlike his dad.

Will looks at him with interest, perhaps his own story isn't quite so unbelievable after all. If Mike's a child of divorce, surely he understands how many different kinds of families there are. Mike goes on to tell Will more about his mom's place.

"My mom's house is my favourite. Dad's place might be bigger, but it's colder, less welcoming. My Mom's house is close to Dustin’s. Dad's is next-door to Lucas's."

Next door to Lucas's? Will knew he'd visited the house next-door to Lucas's as a child. It was one of the few things he remembered from before the lab. Mike continues to tell Will about his background.

"I have two sisters as well, Nancy and Holly. Nancy's a senior at Hawkins Grammar and Holly's starting at Hawkins elementary soon."

"Nancy?" Will mutters in thought, he definitely knew that name. Nancy was his friend's older sister, the same age as Jonathan. He screws up his face in an attempt to fill in the gaps of his fractured, tampered memories.

“Nancy’s a detective extraordinaire, she just started working at Hawkins Post! And Holly’s–”

Will isn’t listening anymore. It’s not that he’s not interested in Mike’s sisters, Will’s sure he’d love to hear all about them, but he’s just had a major realisation. This is actually groundbreaking! If Will’s correct at least.

"Mike, are you… is your last name Whe… Wheeler?"

Mike's face lights up! He looks relieved.

"Yes! And you've gotta be Will Byers!"

Mike stares at Will in anticipation. He hopes to God he's right! But Mike's sure he can't be wrong. The green eyes. Joyce, Lonnie and Jonathan.

"Will Hopper in a couple months," Will begins, "but yes, technically Will Byers."

Mike can barely contain the excitement! After ten long years, he's reconnecting with his first friend. Who knows, maybe after a decade of wondering and searching, he'll finally learn about the Vanishing of Will Byers!

Will can remember! He can actually remember something from before that year he spent with El and the other kids in the lab! He remembers a whole person even! Oh man, this is incredible! The most he’d ever been able to remember was fractions, half memories, pieces of his past. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, trying to remember the first six years of his life. If he can remember who Mike is, maybe he’ll even be able to remember other things too.

“Oh my– hi Will!” Mike giggles, as though they haven’t been sitting next to each other for the last half hour.

“Hi Mike.” Will chuckles back.

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stydiaandthejeep · 2 years

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Eleven steps out of the cabin at night, unable to sleep after everything that happened. Mike comes to check on her and they finally, finally get a moment alone.

A mileven one shot that follows the events of the season finale

Eleven was still buzzing with the adrenaline of the day. After staying up until midnight, crowding in with everybody on the floor of the small cabin, Joyce had made the executive decision of sending all the teenagers to sleep, with the promise that they would get back to coming up with a plan first thing in the morning.

Hopper fell asleep on the blankets that Joyce had laid on the floor for him, and was now snoring loudly,just like El remembered from their days there. She watched him silently for a few moments, trying to convince herself that he was right there, safe and sound. The rest of the party had gone home to reassure their parents and get some rest, but she couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard she tried. It was all too fresh, too present in her mind: Max lying down in a hospital bed unresponsive, the deep despair she had felt confronting Vecna, seeing Papa bleed out in the desert.

She stepped out in the cold night air, trying to seek comfort from the familiar sounds and smells. One of Hopper's old hoddies was wrapped around her, and she had made the porch light turn on with a faint smile, relishing the return of her powers. Among everything that happened, she hadn't had a moment alone with Mike. They had been quiet the whole ride over, the shock of the battle leaving her speechless. Mike had given her space and only adressed her to ask of she was hungry or tired, and although unable to speak, she had tried to convey with her eyes how much what he had said meant to her. All she could read in his eyes was sickening worry, for her and his friends,his family.

Just then she heard the sound of steps coming from the trail, and a faint voice calling out. 'El? Is that you?'

She could make out Mike's silhouette even before he stepped into the light before her. She smiled, not even questioning why he wasn't home, or how worried his mom would be if she found out.

He looked pale and worried, and his voice was raspier than usual. ' I'm sorry if you still needed your space, I just.. I couldn't sleep, and I wanted to check and make sure you were okay.'

There was a nervous energy in the lines of his body, and El knew he had wanted to see her alone just as much as she did. When she spoke up her voice was quieter than usual, almost foreign to her. She felt in control of her powers, yet acting like a normal human was an effort. ' No space. Come sit with me.'

Mike breathed out a sigh of relief and sat down on the step, a respectable distance between them. She had raised her eyebrows in confusion and scooted over until they were pressed next to each other in the chilly air. Mike let out a small chuckle and then shyly wrapped his left arm around her waist, the way he did sometimes when they were hanging out in the mall food court. Eleven felt her whole body relax at the contact - tears welled up in her eyes, this time not for Max or for her dad. It had just hit her, how badly she had missed Mike.

'Missed.You.'

She hated how her power draining had made her speech regress to what it used to be before she met the party. Mike didn't question it, instead nodding and pulling her even closer.

' I missed you too. Well, I guess my speech back at the pizza shop made that quite obvious.' Even in the dim light, the girl could see how Mike's cheeks has turned a lovely shade of pink. Continuing to avoid eye contact, Mike grabbed her other hand and interlocked it with his. ' In case it wasn't obvious how in love I am with you, now I won't ever hear the end of it from the other guys.'

Eleven laughed, letting her heart swell with joy for just a few seconds, taking it in that someone loved her for who she was. She suddenly remembered how short her hair was now and what she was wearing, and she ran her fingers through it, as if that would make it magically grow back. Mike noticed the gesture and turned slightly to look at her.

' Don't worry about that, El. It will grow back. And you're still pretty regardless of it. Always."

Their voices had grown to whispers, and Eleven leaned her forehead into his shoulder as a thank you. Mike cleared his throat and took advantage of her breaking eye contact.

' I thought you weren't waking up, El. For a few, terrifying moments, my heart stopped in place and you weren't opening your eyes or breathing or twitching anymore. There was nothing but silence and the sound of Will crying and all I could think was that I had really lost you this time. You weren't taken away from me, or moving to another state. For a moment in time you were simply gone and I thought I was going to lose my mind.'

Eleven looked up, and she was met by Mike's dark eyes filled with tears. She hated seeing him cry. All she wanted was for them to be a normal teenage couple, sneaking kisses in the movie theater. She was tired of everything ripping them from one another, of having to fight for every single moment of happiness. She wiped his cheeks with the sleeve of her hoodie and he tried to smile, trying not to worry her. She remembered how his words had pulled her back from One. How she hadn't realised that in every other way that counted, Mike had been saying he loved her ever since that day in the woods.

' I'm here. Not going anywhere. And..'

She mustered up all her energy into her word, trying to sound coherent.

' I could never not want you. I'm sorry if I made you get those feelings.'

The energy was worth the grin that had spread on his face, a tinge of relief in it. Softly, he brought up his hand to gently cup her jaw. She let herself imagine they really were just a couple of teenagers, sneaking out at night to get a moment alone. An intense feeling rushed through her whenever Mike looked at her like he did then, with darkened eyes and complete focus ( Max once told her those were called 'butterflies').

'Can I kiss you, El?'

The next moment there was a loud snore that broke through the silence from the cabin, which made Eleven giggle and made Mike look completely terrified. She winked at him playfully and the next moment the porch light went out,along with any other lights around,leaving them in complete darkness. Even so, El could see how completely amazed Mike looked, laughing silently in disbelief.

She felt his lips gently pressing on hers, so she brought up her hands to tangle themselves in Mike's hair. They were soft at first, but Eleven could feel their shared desperation to get closer pour into their kiss, and she tried her best to convey all her feelings within it. Time bent and snapped into place, and all she could feel and focus for a few wonderful moments was Mike, his lips moving against hers,his scent, the feel of his hand on her jaw. She tugged at his hair while carried away and she felt him groan into her mouth, and so she pulled back immediately.

' Sorry. I hurt you?' Her question was genuine and applogetic, but she could sense Mike smiling, amused.

'No,no. That wasn't a bad, um, sound.'

She was pretty sure this was somehow related to some really awkward talks she had with Nancy a while ago, yet she wanted to make sure she hadn't hurt Mike.

' Not.. bad?'

She turned her head slightly and turned on the porch light again, this time dimmer, eager to see his face. She thought she had gotten pretty good at kissing,but maybe she was wrong

Instead , she found Mike looking flustered again, which made her smile.

' No, I mean, yes usually those kind of sounds associated with hair pulling means bad, but. In contexts like making out they're usually a positive sign that the other persob is enjoying it and um. I'm just gonna shut up now."

Eleven threw her head back laughing like a little kid, having missed how Mike blushed and rambled whenever he got embarrassed. She used to secretly ask certain things on purpose, just because she thought he looked unbelievably cute when he got like that.

' Well, Im glad you find my awkwardness amusing.' He commented under his breath, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

' I should probably go, my mom will get worried. See you tomorrow?'

Eleven got up and walked with him a few steps to his bike. 'Yes, tomorrow.' was all she could reply, choosing instead to wrap her hands around Mike's torso, noting how much taller he was than her. She gathered her in his arms and peppered her face with kisses before reluctantly letting go. 'Bye, El.'

Eleven let out a big sigh after she watched him pedal away. She refused to let her mind wander and instead laid down on her bed, falling asleep with nothing else in her head except the image of the two of them kissing in the complete darkness of the night.

#mileven fanfiction #mileven #stranger things #mileven au #mike stranger things #eleven #basically this ships makes me want to sob #i wanted them to finally get a moment away from everyone else after Mike's speech #my first mileven wip #mileven wip #mike x eleven

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autistic-robin · 1 year

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dysfunctional, angsty el-mike-will fic because i really wanted to write from a byler-aware el’s pov

PART I : EL

The first time she killed the demogorgon, all the way back in ‘83, El thought it was over. The flashing lights sending shadows rippling over Mike’s face, the fear in his eyes as she turned toward the monster, the sound of its screech unfolding around her like Papa calling her name.

She thought she was gone. But there wasn’t any fear in her, not like there was when she was alone in the lab, not like there was when she hurt Lucas, sent him flying across the junkyard. She was not the monster; she was the sacrifice. She was the protector. Enough, she’d said. No more. She wonders now, three years later in the cold white-walled hospital, how different everything would be if she really had died. Would Max still be alive? Would Mike still be cold to Will? Would Hopper be okay, with just Joyce? She knows it is morbid, but with Max asleep and Mike angry and Will far-away in his head, El feels alone. A small part of her wonders if that is how it was always supposed to be.

She shifts in the waiting room chair, cold leather sticking to her legs. She is waiting for Steve, who is on his way to pick her up. He told her he would be here at four-one-five. Four fifteen. El has been watching the clock on the wall, watching the minute hand tick past three, then four, then five. He is late.

“Those chairs suck, don’t they?”

El looks up at the sound of his voice, sees him rushing over to her, looking frazzled.

| frazzled: adjective. showing the effects of exhaustion or strain. |

“They are not that bad,” El lies, but she still takes Steve’s hand when he offers to help her up. “Where were you?”

He rubs a hand along the back of his neck, apologetic. Guilty. Before Max, El only knew how guilty felt. Now she knows how it looks: shifting eyes, strained smile, weighed-down shoulders. She sees it in Lucas and she sees it in the mirror, every day.

And now, in Steve.

“Sorry, I was…” he shakes his head, like he’s clearing a thought away. Meets her eyes. “I was helping Little Wheeler with something. He needed some advice.”

El quirks an eyebrow at him. “About Will?”

Steve blanches, blinking a little like he’s Dustin working out a physics problem. “Uh— What do you mean, kiddo?”

He sounds cautious. Careful. El rolls her eyes, feels a small smile tug at her lips. Steve is so oblivious.

“You really think I haven’t figured it out? I am not stupid. I have seen them together, the way Mike looks at him. I—,”

Steve’s eyes go wide-wide, and El wishes she had Jonathan’s camera.

“Listen, kid, I swore an oath. Of secrecy.” He shakes his head like he’s clearing a fog. “Doesn’t matter. C’mon, it’s late. I told the others I’d have you back by six today. The Chief’ll kill me if we’re a second later, we both know that.”

He means the cabin. Where El and Hopper and the rest of the Party have been staying on a “rotational basis,” ever since the rifts opened. That means Mike and Nancy stay over on Mondays and Wednesdays, and Dustin and Lucas stay over on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Weekends are spent at the hospital or Hawkins Middle, volunteering. Hopper and Joyce meet up with Murray to strategize every Sunday night, which means El needs to be picked up from the hospital by someone else— sometimes Jonathan, sometimes Nancy, but mostly Steve. He has a car and the most free time out of all of them with everything that is going on.

El did not know Steve very well before all of this— the apocalypse, the Party is calling it, even though Hopper and Joyce don’t like it when they do. Anyway, whatever it is has changed everything, because now El and Steve are friends. Kind of.

When they get on the road, Steve pulls a mixtape out of the backpack he carries everywhere. It is a Cyndi Lauper mix that he stole from Robin, and El is not allowed, under any circumstances, to tell her or anyone— Dustin included— that he has it, or her ass is grass. They listen to it every time Steve drives her home.

“Hurry up, Steve!” El says as he shoves it in the tape-player, and he laughs. The opening synth lines of ‘When You Were Mine’ shake through the car, and Steve rolls down the windows and whoops into the night air, and for a split-second the hot pain lodged behind El’s ribs melts.

“I know, that you're goin' with another guy; I don't care, 'cause I love you baby that's no lie,” Cyndi croons, and El giggles out the words with her as Steve pitches his voice up comically. He sounds like a dying goose.

“Steve, eyes on the road!” El shrieks when he closes his eyes to belt the chorus. He snaps to attention, turning the music down against her protests.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, laughing. “Got carried away.”

El rolls her eyes, grinning. Things settle down then, the car going quiet and still as the sky darkens outside. Hawkins is pretty at night, El thinks, no matter what Jonathan says. The sky goes all gray-purple, like Will’s watercolors, and sometimes if she’s lucky, the moon follows them home. Tonight, though, it’s hidden behind the clouds— they are looming and dark, worse than the day the gates opened up.

El turns away from the window.

By the time they make it back to the cabin, the sky is ink-black outside. Nancy’s car is parked on the dirt path a ways away. Steve rolls up beside it and parks just as the front door of the cabin swings open and El’s dad steps out onto the porch.

“You’re late,” Hopper says gruffly to Steve, shading his eyes against their headlights.

El hops out of the passenger’s seat and bounds across the space between them, pulling him into a one-armed hug. He smells like coffee and pine needles. There is a permanent furrow in his brow.

“We were listening to music,” El says by way of greeting. “Got carried away.”

Steve runs a hand through his hair, a gesture El has come to understand is a nervous tic. “Sorry, Chief. You know how the kid gets about Cyndi Lauper. Not that I— I don’t listen to that crap, but… anyway. It won’t happen again.”

Hopper raises his eyebrows. Steve smiles sheepishly. El looks between them.

“What’s for dinner?” she asks.

Inside, Joyce is making burrito bowls for everyone— canned beans and tomatoes, pre-packaged rice, things they stocked up on the week after everything went off the rails. They scavenged enough to last them a solid five months, at least according to Jonathan. The Byers family knows how to ration; El learned when they first moved to California. Even though Joyce had a nice new job, they were very careful about saving food. Back then, though, the food was less bland. Now it is an endless rotation of canned vegetables, rice, and “non-perishable” fruit in jars. Pantry staples, Will called them when they explored the remnants of the Quick-Mart on this side of town.

| remnants: plural noun. a small remaining quantity of something; a surviving trace. |

Now, El looks around at the remnants of the people of Hawkins: Joyce, handing dinner plates to Will and Mike; Jonathan, pulling out a chair at the table for Nancy; Hopper and Steve, trailing into the kitchen. Robin and Argyle and Murray will be here soon with the rest of the Party— they’ve been volunteering all day. A calm spills over her as she looks at her friends. Her family. The surviving trace.

“El, hey,” Will says over the chatter, waving her over. He and Mike are seated at the kitchen table across from Jonathan and Nancy. “Mom’s got a plate for you in the kitchen. How was— how are you?”

There. It’s there again, behind her ribs: the ache. Max’s absence is punching a hole through her, and it’s growing every day.

El swallows. “The hospital was fine. It was the same. Max is still asleep.”

Mike isn’t looking at her. He pushes his rice around his plate, and the fork makes a screeching sound. El’s hands twitch to cover her ears, but she keeps them at her sides.

“Well, she will soon,” Will says, his voice quiet but firm. El meets his eyes and is surprised at the fire in them. “I promise, we’re going to fix this, El.”

El feels her expression soften. She knows Will is just trying to help, trying to “boost morale” like Hopper wants them to do, but things have never been this bad before, this broken. And it’s all because of her.

“Will… we don’t know anything for certain anymore,” she says.

He sighs, blinking fast, and Mike clears his throat and looks up at El for the first time since she got home.

“Well, would it hurt to at least try for some optimism? Moping around isn’t going to change anything, El.”

His voice is flat. El steps back, feels her power wake up like a cat arching its back.

Before she can respond, though, Jonathan slams his glass down on the table beside her. “Don’t start, Mike.”

“Why are you pissed at me? I’m just trying to help!” Mike says incredulously, swinging a hand out in outrage. He knocks Will’s glass over, and water floods the table. “Shit!”

“I’ll get the napkins,” Nancy sighs, and Jonathan shakes his head and follows her. El can hear Joyce and Hopper talking in tense whispers in the kitchen, oblivious.

“Jesus, I’m sorry, Will,” Mike is saying, trying to mop up the water on his shirt. Will is sitting rigidly, like if he breathes the wrong way Mike will run from the table.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” Will says, his voice tight. Mike recoils like he’s been slapped, dropping his hands from Will’s shirt, and there’s a beat of heavy silence. El stares hard at the water spreading over the placemats on the table.

“I… El, look at me.”

El meets Mike’s eyes and wishes she hadn’t. He looks the same as he always has, so genuine. Earnest. His face is wide-open with guilt.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” He breathes in, shakes his head at himself. “I just hate seeing you so defeated. I guess I just got angry about it, for a second. But that was no excuse to lash out. And I’m sorry.”

They broke up three weeks ago in the hospital parking lot. It was anticlimactic. El guesses that for Mike, though, the wound has not scabbed over yet. He is looking at her like she is a broken toy, and it makes something in her snap.

“I don’t care, Mike,” El tells him, even as his eyes widen in shock and a hot flash of guilt grips her. “I don’t have the time to care about your feelings right now.”

It’s the first true thing she has said to him since they ended things. Her voice is not her own, though. It is heavy and hardened by malice.

| malice: noun. the intention or desire to cause harm; ill will. |

Mike’s eyes are wet with frustration. Beside him, Will has tensed up; he is staring at El like she is a bomb that’s about to go off.

Well, she is not. El is not a weapon, not anymore. If she was, Max would be awake right now. “Enjoy your dinner. I am going to bed early.”

She turns to leave.

“We didn’t kill her, El,” Mike says in a hard voice, and she stops in her tracks as the full weight of the guilt hits her— Max lying cold and still like a broken doll, Lucas’s shoulders shaking with the grief of it, I’m not ready I’m not ready I’m not ready—

Mike keeps talking.

“I know you think that’s what happened, but it’s not true. There’s nothing either of us could have done—,”

“Hey,” Hopper cuts in, heading towards them with a wary expression. Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce, and Steve follow him, identical worried expressions on their faces. “Everybody just needs to take a breath.”

“It’s fine,” Mike tells Hopper, still staring at her. “El. It’s not our fault.”

“But we did kill her, Mike,” El says, because he needs to hear it. The rest of the group has fallen scarily silent, but she doesn’t care— can’t. She needs him to hear her, for once.

“You distracted me. With a lie. You don’t love me, because you never have.”

Mike opens his mouth to retort, but El rolls her shoulders back and says, “No. Let me finish.”

It’s wrong, she knows it is, but El is tired and wounded and wants Mike to feel it. Wants him to understand; this is their punishment.

“You have never loved me,” El says, her voice a hard, cutting thing, “because you can’t. No matter how hard you try, you can not do it.”

Mike’s chair scrapes hard against the kitchen floor when he stands. He’s breathing wrong, too short and fast like he’s run a mile. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

El risks a glance at Will. His eyes are wide and confused, glued on Mike.

“I said take a breath,” Hop presses, holding his hands out like one of the hostage negotiators in El’s old movies. Mike flips him off, even though he’s shaking, and that does it.

El glares at him, and it takes everything in her to tamp down the twist of power in her chest, crackling like a hungry fire.

“It means exactly what you think it means. Come apologize to me when you are done lying.”

El pushes past a wide-eyed Nancy, ignoring the feeling of Will’s stare boring into her. She heads down the hall to her old room, throwing a hand out to shut the door. It slams satisfyingly, rattling the frame. Her breath is coming in short, ragged pants, Max’s bloody face bright on the backs of her eyelids. The room tilts.

Someone is knocking on the door, frenzied. “El! El, come on, open the door,” Will pleads. “I’m sorry. We’re sorry.”

“You didn’t—,” El starts, but she can’t breathe right and it comes out shallow. She reaches a hand out and grasps at nothing, sinking down onto her bed. Max in the hospital bed like a broken baby bird, the sound of Lucas’s screams, the whole of Hawkins swallowed up all because she couldn’t concentrate. “You didn’t do anything.”

“El, the door’s locked,” Will says. He sounds like he is crying, El realizes dimly. “Please let me in.”

El breathes in deep, tries to hold it— Joyce taught her this on the cold bathroom counter their first night in Lenora Hills. She’d had a nightmare. Hopper, torn apart in the mall. In for four, hold for four, out for six.

In, hold, out. In, hold, out.

The knocking stops, and El hears Will slide down to sit on the floor outside her room. A beat of quiet stretches before he speaks again.

“I’m not leaving you. Mom and Hopper are talking to Mike. You’re not in trouble, nobody is.”

El lets out a shaky breath. When she opens her eyes, the room is still and quiet.

“I need to be alone, Will.”

He sighs, a sound she knows too well.

“Well, I don’t want you to be.”

El gets up and moves towards the door, but instead of opening it, she sits down with her back against it like Will has on the other side. She can hear him sniffling, and a pang of guilt courses through her.

“I am sorry I ruined the night,” El says quietly.

“No, no, you didn’t ruin anything,” Will rushes out, sounding painfully sad. “You have nothing to apologize for, okay? We’re all struggling, El. All of us. You’re not alone.”

She sticks a finger under the crack in the door. Will pokes it with his thumb, and El smiles to herself. Back in Lenora Hills, they spent more than one sleepless night in El’s room, coloring with Will’s best set of pastels and “shooting the shit.” She has missed him horribly, ever since the lab. Part of her is hurt that he didn’t feel important enough to talk to her in her trance, but she figures it all happened so fast he didn’t have time to think much about it.

Nobody did.

“Mike’s trying his best, y’know,” Will says softly. There’s a warmth in his voice that El does not hear often. Some of her hurt loosens, but the image of Max’s glassy eyes flashes in her mind, and she knows she can not forgive him. Not yet.

“I know,” she says back. “But arguing with me won’t bring her back. He is wasting his time. Our time.”

“El,” Will sighs, at a loss. He has never been able to accept disharmony in their group.

| disharmony: adjective. a lack of agreement; conflict; division. |

“I will forgive him when we bring Max back,” El says. “But until then, try to get him to give me space. I don’t want to hurt him, Will, but I… can not be around him without doing it.”

“Okay,” Will says. His voice is quiet, scratchy like his throat hurts. “And El?”

“Yes?”

He clears his throat. El pictures him blinking fast, like he does when he’s nervous after he gets called on in class.

“What did you mean, earlier? When you said… Mike ‘can’t’ love you?”

El sighs. She can not tell Will the truth, as much as she wants to. She heard things in Lenora, bad things about Stacy Ellis and Maria Davenport— that they’d been caught kissing beneath the bleachers and been suspended. That they were ‘sick’ for it. She thinks it must be the same for boys— that love between them is seen as wrong, somehow. El doesn’t understand why, but she knows it’s supposed to be secret if you feel that way. Sometimes, she guesses, lying can protect you.

And as mad as she is at Mike, she has to protect him. She knows Will wouldn’t care— quite the opposite, if her suspicions about them are true— but it would be like… if Will told Mike that El still wets the bed sometimes. Just mean, wrong. Not her place.

“I was… lashing out,” she says carefully. “I just meant that I am not… the right person for him. I am not who he really wants.”

Will seems to go still. El hears his breath hitch.

“How could you—? El, of course you are,” he says, sounding pained. “What have the last three years meant, then, if you’re not… if you’re not each others’ soulmates?”

“Will,” El says, “I was confused. We both were. Mike has said the same thing to you, hasn’t he?”

A pause.

“Yeah,” Will sighs, suddenly sounding very tired. “Yeah, but… he was just insecure. You guys will work it out.”

He does not understand. Something deep in El’s chest twists painfully, and she leans her head back against the door.

“Maybe,” El says. “But maybe not.”

She taps on the door, their secret code for when one of them has had a nightmare and cannot sleep in their room alone: short-short-long-short. Will echoes it back to her, and for a moment, everything feels half-normal again.

“I gotta go find him,” Will says. He clears his throat again. “Call me if you need anything, though, okay? I mean it.”

El feels a ghost of a smile float across her face. Her sweet brother. She hopes they make it out of this so she can see him happy. So they can all be happy. Will and El and Max and Lucas and Dustin and Mike, all together where they belong. “Alright. Love you, Will.”

“Love you, too.”

And then the floorboards creak with the sound of Will leaving, and El is alone.

#byler #byler fanfic #el hopper fanfic #st4 #st4 fanfic

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frog4278 · 2 years

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Hello Byler community, @arcadewheeler and I have something to present to you;

Kas Will AU

Picture this: Will Byers goes missing and Mike Wheeler goes missing with him, and they survive together in a way only terrified children can, clinging to each other and speaking in hushed whispers, and then Castle Byers gets attacked.

Mike wakes up in the wreckage alone.

When Hopper and Joyce find him he's so sure Will is still out there, he refuses to leave. Hopper has to drag him out kicking and screaming for him to end up in the hospital and later when his throat still burns they tell him they didn't find anything at all.

But Mike is determined. He knows Will is out there and he watches every flickering light with a focus he can't get in school, with his friends, or when he goes back to the Upside Down and it's cold and dark and this time he's completely alone. Will isn't stupid, and he's not dead (and Mike's hope dwindles every day bit by bit. It doesn't matter if Will wasn't stupid, because he was a tired and weak child).

And then the Mind Flayer gets him.

During Mike's s2 possession arc, the Mind Flayer discovers just how important Will is to Mike (Prior to this the MF had found Will and given him to Vecna to be brainwashed and turned into his servant. After s2 Will is made to specifically go after Mike).

By s3 Mike fully believes Will is dead and places all of the blame on himself. The scene of Will destroying Castle Byers is replaced by Mike destroying it while screaming and crying. When Kas Will comes across the wreckage he gets a strange memory of a young boy building the fort with his older brother in the rain.

When the Byers move out of Hawkins Kas Will makes his base their old house. For some reason being in this certain house sends Will into a rage and yet he's still drawn to it.

The Byers family are in shambles. Joyce kept all of Will's drawings and is still mourning her lost son all these years later. El wonders about the brother she could've had. Jonathan is in a constant depressive spiral about not being enough to save his brother. He keeps listening to Will's favorite music and it's not an unhealthy coping mechanism fuck you.

Mike seeing Kas Will in s4: I'm not coping with this as well as I thought Mike when the "hallucination" is actually real and attacks him and claws up his face: oh shit

He goes to Cali acting like everything is fine and that he was NOT just attacked by his best friend who's supposed to be dead. He has enough issues to be the one who smacks Angela with a roller skate. He and El can tag team her <3 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILL!!! *sends a kid to the hospital*)

Jonathan is extremely protective of El, he is not losing another sibling, he was this close to fighting the cops when they arrested El.

The Cali plot is generally the same except now Will is killing people along with Vecna back in Hawkins. Vecna sends Will after Max and it's a shitshow. Max describes him and the others are in disbelief.

RIP Joyce when your boy comes back but he's wrong and he's trying to kill you

Mike just. Refuses to believe it's Will. He won't even entertain the idea. Maybe the Upside Down has shapeshifters, you never know.

Will does eventually remember! It just takes him nearly killing his family and Mike. He's holding his claws to Joyce's throat and then suddenly in the softest voice ever he says "mom?" and he looks so scared and for a split second Joyce sees her son.

Mike has a horrible sleep schedule due to his insomnia. He never feels safe and spends most nights going over all the information he has about Will's disappearance and how he could've saved him until he falls asleep out of exhaustion. Oh and he also has True Sight but sometimes it gets a little silly goof and just sends him to the Upside Down for a period of time.

When Kas Will is stressed/agitated he becomes more monstrous. Like his teeth and claws get longer, he starts to grow horns, and his eyes begin glowing. He can also sprout huge bat wings, and the whole process is horribly painful and gory. His bones literally shift and break to accommodate for the wings. By the end of it his wings are drenched in his own blood and covered in his flesh and skin.

When he lived in the UD Vecna would only help him with wounds if they were life threatening or could pose a danger in the future. So he never really helped Will clean his wounds from his wings so instead there's a bunch of built up scarring where the wings grow out from that always gets ripped open when he sprouts his wings.

There's a final big fight between Will and Mike and by then Will has most of his memories back and doesn't want to hurt Mike, but Mike is determined to get rid of this mockery of the friend he lost. It's just the UD taunting him. During the fight Will, out of desperation, starts singing "Should I Stay or Should I Go?" while choking on his own blood to show Mike it's really him.

Ofc there are soft moments where Mike insists on cleaning the wounds on Will's back and just absorbs the fact that Will's here and he's alive. Will Byers you WILL get held by your best friend and you WILL feel safe for the first time in three years. And the Party will show you all of the DND stuff they've been up to because they couldn't let go of the game (it was their only connection to Will).

Will also has to adjust to suddenly being 15 years old and a monster because he wasn't fully mentally present for those three years he was gone. He keeps running into things bc he's used to being short (RIP). And now Mike is being bulldozed with the realization he has a huge crush on his very pretty best friend. And then when he's cleaning Will's back wounds Will takes his shirt off and Mike very nearly faints on the spot.

Mike: WHOA. Will: The wounds aren't that bad, are they? :( Mike, fumbling: NO THEY LOOK BAD

Will thinks Mike's awkwardness is due to him being a monster because after he saw what he looked like he was so terrified and disgusted that he smashed the mirror apart with his bare hands (also has Mike always been that cute).

The Party gets back together and this time they're finally complete (El is one of the first people Kas Will really bonds with and they both connect with being "monsters"). Steve finally gets to know the kid who's haunted his friends for three years. Once Eddie gets over the whole "being a monster" thing with Will, he thinks he's super metal. Joyce is so overjoyed to have her son back that she hardly cares he's a monster now because he could never be a monster to her. He struggles with socializing and speaking so sometimes he'll just draw out what he's trying to say (He also has to relearn how to draw with his claws).

Because Mike is a dumb little bitch who would rather focus on the end of the world then confront his own feelings and have an actual conversation with his best friend, he starts sneaking out to investigate Vecna's gates and the Mind Flayer to prove he can handle things on his own and so he doesn't bother the others (We all know Mike is just the sneakiest person around).

Anyways that's all for now bye <3

#THIS TOOK FOREVER TO TYPE WADDA HELL #stranger things #stranger things au #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #vecna stranger things #Frog talks #friend tag

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sleepyeye17 · 2 years

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Good Day

Steddie oneshot. Fluff. Steve and Robin friendship. Eddie is alive obvs.

793 words

Warnings: not really, although I guess Steve getting mildly injured and having TBI. Some teenagers being dicks. They have a drink.

Robin had fallen asleep on the sofa by the time Steve came in. He didn’t turn on the light, and tried to tiptoe, but she woke up anyway.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “Go back to sleep.”

“No, it’s okay.” Robin sat up and turned on the light. They shared a two bedroom apartment above the laundromat, but usually at least one of them ended up falling asleep on the sofa. Robin pulled the blanket off from around her shoulders.

Steve looked terrible. He was walking without bending his knees, and favoring his left side. His posture was stiff and he rubbed his neck. She hadn’t seen him in nearly twenty hours. She’d known he’d been planning on going to the doctor to see about his headaches, and then he was going to Hawkins Lab to check on Eddie and Max. She hadn’t expected him to be gone so long.

“You want a drink, or are you going straight to bed?” she asked.

“I don’t want to keep you up.”

“Sit down.”

Steve collapsed on the sofa with a groan of pain, and Robin got up to make them both tea with whiskey. She didn’t like alcohol, but on bad nights it was all that could help her sleep. Steve preferred his whiskey neat, but he’d drink whatever Robin made for him.

“Tell me about your day,” she said, switching on the electric kettle.

“Went to the doctor. Blood tests. Lung tests. Brain tests. Apparently my brain looks like a punching bag in a gym dumpster.”

“Can they fix it?”

“Sure. I just need to wear a helmet everywhere I go.”

Robin grinned.

“We can cover it in stickers.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make my drink heavy on the whiskey, will you?”

“Not sure you should be drinking with that busted punching bag of yours, buddy.”

“They said all we can do is keep an eye on it.” Steve exhaled, puffing out his cheeks. “Anyways, then I checked on the kids at Hopper’s cabin. El is in shock or something. Struggling. Mike doesn’t know what to do. It was weird. Then as I was going to hawkins lab to visit Max and Eddie, I was going through downtown right? And I saw some kids hassling Wayne Munson. Yelling, following him, pushing him around.”

Robin put her hand over her mouth.

“No!”

“Yeah. So of course I got involved.”

“Steve…”

“What was I going to do, Robin? Walk away?”

“Your brain…”

“They didn’t get in any headshots. One of them got me in the stomach, one of them kneed me in the thigh. Thank God he had bad aim, or I’d probably be infertile. Anyways, the cops came and they took off. So I spent an hour at the station with Mister Munson, giving a statement.”

“Those assholes.” Robin put a spoonful of honey in Steve’s drink and handed it to him. “Haven’t they heard that Eddie was absolved?”

“They don’t give a shit.”

“Who was it?”

Steve downed half his mug in one go, sighing in relief as it burned him all the way down.

“The JV basketball kids,” he said. “You know, JJ, Ben, Ronald.”

“I’m glad it wasn’t Varsity, or you’d be laid up next to Eddie in the hospital right now.”

Steve laid his head back on the sofa and grinned at her.

“Ye of little faith.”

“It sounds like you had a pretty awful day.”

Steve drained the rest of his mug and closed his eyes.

“Nah…”

Robin raised her eyebrows.

“No?”

“No, it was a sort of a good day, actually.”

“Are you a masochist, Harrington? Does getting your ass kicked turn you on?”

“No, it’s not that. Well, after the police station I went to the hospital. Sat with Max. No change there. Read to her. Felt fucking useless. Doctors want to pull the plug, but her mom is holding out.”

“Still sounds like a bad day to me.”

Steve waved this off without opening his eyes.

“Yeah, that part sucked. So I went to visit Eddie. He just got skin grafts, you know?”

“Yeah. I visited him yesterday. He was too tired to say much though.”

“He was tired today too. But he asked about my day, and I lied ‘n told him it was fine.” Steve’s speech was slurring as the exhaustion and the alcohol started kicking in. “An’ I asked him bout his pain, and he lied and told me it was fine.”

Steve slid down on the sofa, holding a pillow to his chest.

“...And then?” Robin asked.

“And then… He smiled at me. Just… Like he does. He just… looked at me. And smiled…”

Steve was almost entirely asleep now. Robin pulled the throw blanket up around him.

“It was a good day,” Steve mumbled. “Cause of that.”

#stranger things 4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #fanfic #steddie #steve harrington #fix it fic #joe keery #steve harrington fluff #robin buckley #steve and robin

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onebrainsel · 2 years

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Billy stuck taking the kids trick or treating because Steve is busy (he's planning something for Billy but it's a surprise?)?

Billy ends up bonding with the kids over tee-peeing Jason Carvers house, and he shows them how to ensure that they get the good candy, not the fruit snacks and raisins

🥺 So cute.

If you can tell I have never been trick or treating, no you can't.

He honestly doesn't know how he ended up babysitting the nerd herd for Halloween. He really doesn't, it's not like he babysat Max the last time around anyway — That's a lie. El wanted to go but Hopper said not without supervision. It just so happened Steve was busy with fuck knows what, so he couldn't go with the kids. Which also meant their plans of hanging out went to shit. He wasn't upset about it.

He wasn't.

But El wanted to go, and he was available, so he said yes after she and Max asked him to. He just wouldn't say no to that kid.

And this is how he finds himself herding the nerds into Loch Nora, because if he was going to do this he was gonna teach the little shitheads how to get the good shit. Rich people got the best candy, and are easily swayed by a charming smile. The herd has collected a generous amount by the time they reach a particular house.

"Well well well. If it isn't Carver's house." He says.

"Jason?" Dustin asks.

"Yup." He pops the p.

"Oh, that asshole." Mike says.

"I know that look. The fuck are you scheming?" Max asks him, he snorts.

"You making me sound like a mustache twirling villain."

"Answer the question." She bumps him in the shoulder without any real heat behind it.

"Hey El, tell me, have you ever TP-ed a house before?" He asks her, and she looks back at him, brown eyes slightly confused.

"No. What is that?"

"You see, it's the art of taking toilet paper and hanging it all over a house." He says.

"Yeah! It's a Halloween thing!" Lucas tells her.

"Do people get mad if you do that?"

"Yeah, that's kinda the point. The trick part of trick or treating." Will answers.

"But I thought we only did trick if they didn't give is treats? We didn't ask them." El says. God this kid is cute.

"Yeah, but it's Halloween. All bets are off. You don't have to wait for someone to deny you candy to do some trickery."

"So, what do you say? Up for some tricks? The only rule is: don't get caught."

She thinks for a second, then nods excitedly. He holds his fist and she awkwardly fist bumps him.

"Atta girl."

"You're corrupting her." Mike says.

"Shut up Michael." Max says.

"That's all well and good, but how are we gonna TP his house, without the main ingredient?" Dustin speaks, with a 'duh' look on his face.

"Well..." Lucas is holds out a pack of toilet paper in his hands.

"Where were you hiding that?" Will asks him.

"Costume."

"Why do you have that?" Max cocks an eyebrow at him.

"It's Halloween." He smirks back.

"I like the way you think Sinclair." Billy says and picks up the pack.

He looks around and turns to the nerds.

"Time for some mischief."

***

They end up having to run after nearly getting caught. But Billy is more than happy with the result. They, with El's generous help, put toilet paper in some very creative spots. Carver would be so pissed. And that's fine by him.

He drops the kids off when it's time, and then circles back to Steve's place. It's late and it's dark. He didn't expect Steve to be asleep just yet, so he makes his way to the front door a picks up the spare key from it's hiding spot.

"Steve?" He looks around downstairs and it's empty, so he goes upstairs.

"Steve, where are you?"

He makes it to Steve's room and turns on the lights to see Steve sprawled on the bed.

"Hey baby, happy Halloween." He says, and winks at him.

Billy takes in his view from top to bottom.

"Holy shit."

#harringrove #what Steve's wearing is up to your imagination #and once again #I'm pulling Halloween experiences out the ass cuz I have no clue #sel answers things #sel writes sometimes

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polyamorous-eleven · 2 years

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Dustin told the party that they will go camping in the woods tommorow and play dnd or wathever they want, at 10am and everyone agreed but mike cant wait for tommorow and decided to radio dustin, el, lucas and will to meet him up in the woods over and out.

the 4 came at 8pm in there pj and el is a bit confused but the 3 know why they are here, mike then said okay lets get started! dustin replied to him "umh, okay but wheres max?" el and will look at mike, mike turn to lucas and said "i thought you came with her" lucas then replied, "i thought shes here already" mike knew the 4 wont play without her so he came up with an idea, two of them will come to get her while the others will stay here.

El vollunteer to get Max because she know Max will only listen to her and mike then replied "perfect, okay Lucas you come with El" Lucas ask why him, Dustin mention that his the only one whos carraying an axe in the party, Lucas rolled,his eye and just said fine, he ride on his bike and left while el walk away.

After a minute the three heard a scream near by and they followed it and saw a big claw mark on the tree, els necklace and lucas bike with blood on them the three got scared and panic then ran away when there out of the woods.

they take a break for an hour and start to search El and Lucas the search took hours. its now 5:38am and still no sign of them mike, will and dustin starting to panic, shouting, and blaming them self, will is now worried, hopper wont chill if he finds out about this. dustin keeps radio them but no answer, the three is tired and feel asleep.

after 4 hours they woke up and scream cuz they saw someone standing beside them... turns out to be max, she laughed at them and told them they scream like a baby, the three rolled there eyes and stand up, after max stop laughing she ask wheres el and lucas, dustin got nervous and told her he dont know they got here first mike and will smile forcely.

she look at them and then ask how come theres 5 bags here when they were only 3 of them, thats when the three panic. max give them a serious look and ask where are them.

will they told her the truth or just going to run away?

oh my this is good!!!

I feel like Mike would straight lie to Max, mostly because of his pride. Dustin, on the other hand, is such a terrible later that there’s no way that Max will believe him. And then is Will, who is just really worried about his sister and friend. I think that he would tell her the truth with worried eyes.

Then Mike would get angry because “Will? come on man!” but they all would stay still at Max’s angry voice.

But she wasn’t only angry. She was also so worried about El and Lucas. Boys would see it and eventually calm down and tell her everything that they know.

Max would also made them walk with her again and look for El and Lucas again “because you losers wouldn’t be able to see any troops either way.”

Will they find something this time? Or maybe not something but someone or someone with furry…?

#adfghjkl this is fun!!!#the party #stranger things #sebyplay

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wheeier · 3 years

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no taking back

summary: it was only fun and games. but steve had other plans.

warnings: modern au, tooth-rotting fluff i guess, little but of swearing

+ olivia rodrigo’s sour album (stream besties), the movie tangled at the end because it just radiates as a comfort movie

yes a modern au !!! i just saw this on tiktok (the sour part, but the rest was my idea!) and thought it was so cute so it gave me an idea to make it as a fic, enjoy !!!

steve harrington x fem!reader

olivia rodrigo’s new album just released and you were thrilled to listen to it and stream it the whole day.

when you finally got to listen to it, you asked your friends—robin, nancy, and the party, if they listened to it and which ones were their favorites.

robin told you that her top three were hope ur ok, jealousy, jealousy, and brutal.

nancy said she really loved favorite crime.

max said hers was also brutal.

el told you that she played good 4 u and traitor on repeat that hopper had to go into her room to turn it down.

when mike comes over to the cabin he can assure that el does indeed play them on repeat and get pissy about it (but he secretly loves the album, but he wouldn’t let her or anyone know that).

and lastly lucas and dustin are fans of deja vu and 1 step forward 3 steps back. max even told you that they would sing the bridge of deja vu on the top of their lungs.

you slightly laughed at the memory of them telling you about it.

however, there’s one more person that you haven’t talked to about it yet.

steve.

your smile faltered and faded when he came across in your mind.

your feelings for him had deepened over the time and listening to the sour album made it feel like you two had broken up, which in fact, is not true because you were never together in the first place.

suddenly, an idea popped in your head. instead of being sad about steve, you thought about texting him, although it’s almost 1AM, you knew he’d still be up.

Sailor Man

You: hey

You: u up?

Sailor Man: duh

Sailor Man: this has been our nightly routine u always bother me when i’m about to go to sleep

You: fuck off

You: don’t pretend that you’re not binge watching outer banks until 4am

Sailor Man: i’m not?!?

You: yeah right

You: anyways

You: can u do me a favor

Sailor Man: will i get free pizza afterwards

You: no

Sailor Man: k

You: what the fuck

You: fine

Sailor Man: hehe

Sailor Man: what’s the favor ;)

You: dont get me started with that winky face i swear ure so dead when i see you at the wheeler’s house tomorrow

You: have you listened to olivia rodrigo’s new album

Sailor Man: ohh the bitter album?

You: ITS SOUR DUMBASS

Sailor Man: I DONT KNOW?!?

You: I CANT DO THIS HJAGSK

Sailor Man: shut up

Sailor Man: i’ve heard some of the songs but i haven’t fully listened to them

Sailor Man: why

You: can you like

You: ask me to be ur girlfriend then break up with me right after so i can experience and actually feel the whole sour album

Sailor Man: what

You: just do it !!

Sailor Man: you’re so funny (y/n/n)

Sailor Man: okay

Sailor Man: will you be my girlfriend?

You: yes !!!

You: ...

You: hello

You: dont tell me u fell asleep

Sailor Man: i’m not doing the last part you might as well forget about it

You: wjat

Sailor Man: :D

You: wtf

You: okay steve cut it out i’m not doing this anymore u’re not funny

Sailor Man: nope

Sailor Man: go to sleep we’re dating now that’s how this works

Sailor Man: okay i dont know if you’re still reading this now and i am terrified to say this to you in person like TERRIFIED. might piss my pants if i did. so (y/n/n), my favorite dumbass, my favorite person to talk to at night even if it interrupts my binge watching marathon, you make me so happy to the point that even when i sleep you’re still in my dreams. i like you. i have like the biggest fattest crush on you. and thank you for doing that sour album thing or whatever, because of that i get to finally ask you out

you rolled on your back after you read the message, facing the ceiling as your mind processed what just happened. was he playing with you? was he actually serious about asking you out?

Incoming video call...

Sailor Man

you took a deep breath before tapping the green button and placing it back down on the bed.

“hey,” you can tell that he was tired based on his voice. “can you show your face, please? i miss you.”

ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you hesitantly lifted the phone and shifted your position to lay on your side. “hey.”

“hey yourself.” steve grins. that stupid grin that makes your stomach turn, that grin you always want to see everyday.

“what’s..up?” you avoided looking at him and started to admire your surroundings and the posters placed on your wall. this was the only time you were glad you weren’t with him in person.

“i just wanted to see if you’re okay.” of course he will ask that. he's steve. he cares about other more than himself.

“i am, thanks.” you showed a smile that doesn't reach your ears and steve knew something was bothering you. “hey, look. i'm sorry about my confession- if it made you uncomfortable i'm sorry-”

“no,” you cut him off, looking back at his face on the screen. “i’m fine, really. you don't have to apologize. i was just, surprised.”

there was silence between the two of you for a few seconds, before you spoke again. “did you mean it?” you voice was only above whisper but steve managed to hear them. “of course,” he answered almost too quick, without any hesitation. “i've been trying to find the perfect opportunity and had been asking god for signs because i can't make a move myself-”

“asking god?” you chuckled and steve smiled hearing them, glad that he somehow lightened the mood. “well, more like begging.” he continues and you giggled.

once your laughter died you both fell into silence again. you still couldn’t believe that out of a fun joke, it would turn into a whole another situation. “so, um.. just so you know, i’m not mad, or upset, or anything. i really was just surprised. it felt like a dream because i didn’t know that you like me back and all i did was just supposed to be a fun joke but—”

“hold on, back?”

“what?”

“like you back. you said i like you back.” steve sat up on his bed and fixed his hair as his eyes widened. “i did...” you said slowly, not catching up.

“does that mean you..”

then it hit you. “oh, right. yeah. i- i like you..too.” you waited for his reaction and once you saw him smile you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same.

“i knew it. and well, i guess that confirms it. we’re dating now. no taking back.” he smirks then laughs when your rolled your eyes. “don’t flatter yourself, harrington. i did not say shit.” you pointed your index finger on the screen, barely containing your giggles.

“based on your beautiful smile i think you don’t need to say it. i like you, and you like me. we’re dating.” steve gives you a teasing smile. you tried keeping your serious face but it won’t last longer so you finally smiled again. “alright, fine. no taking backs. we’re dating.” you said then laughed as he whisper-yelled ‘yes!’ while fist pumping the air.

he soon joined your laughter and you stayed like that until your jaw was pretty much in pain because of your smiles. when it was all quiet again, you both just admired each other’s presence through the screens of your phones. “i wish i was there with you.” he mumbles. “yeah, me too.” you hugged your cold pillow beside you, closing your eyes for a moment and imagining it as steve.

“are your parents home?”

you snorted at his random question. “i’m actually alone right now, they’re out because dad got promoted at his work so he and mom and i think a few friends went out to celebrate. they should be home by an hour or two. why?”

“nothing.” was all he said before hanging up. you were left confused but then he’s your best friend after all, so you knew right then and there that he’ll do something stupid. after you turned your phone off you suddenly felt watching a movie so you went to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

when it was finished and had been put in a bowl, that’s when you heard your doorbell rang—in a pattern which you recognize, and only one person does that.

you let out a quiet laugh when you realized who it was and set the bowl on the counter before opening the door.

“hi!” steve greeted you with a smile. “uh, hi?” you laughed nervously and stepped aside for him to go in. “i smell popcorn, are we having a movie night?” he says as he steps inside and shrugged off his jacket. “actually yeah, i’m planning on watching—”

“tangled.” he finishes off, you subconsciously smiled upon hearing your favorite movie. “how’d you know?”

steve snatches a few popcorns from the bowl as you both arrived in the kitchen. “(y/n), you have watched that movie 7 times this week and always gush to me about it.”

“well, you’re the only one that is around my age that i can talk to with that movie. robin and nancy aren’t that into it.” you replied, grabbing the bowl and making your way back to your bedroom, steve following your heels. “and you think i’m the best option to talk to about that?” he asks, plopping down on your bed and resting his back on the headboard.

“you’re not complaining.” you shrugged as you grabbed your laptop and sat beside steve.

“yeah, probably because i like you.” it came out of his mouth casually. you froze in place and felt your cheeks heat up, finally nodding your head slowly, “..probably.” as you typed in the movie in your laptop you felt steve scoot closer, making your breath hitch.

you were both in a comfortable silence while watching the movie, except for a few jokes and comments that steve makes and him explaining how similar he was to flynn rider.

“you know, since i’m eugene, you could be rapunzel.” he suddenly says. you eyes were still on the screen but your eyebrows furrowed. “why? i’m nothing like her.”

finally looking at steve, you almost screamed how he was already looking at you. “oh, you are so rapunzel. you may not have the longest hair in the world, but you are pretty much similar.” he replies, smiling and not taking his eyes off of you.

you paused the movie and shifted your body towards him, intrigued by his explaination. “how so?”

“well, first off,” steve starts, resting his hands on the soft mattress. “you’re both sweet, you’re both a huge ray of sunshine, have gorgeous eyes and smile, and eugene is head over heels over you — and since he doesn’t exist in real life, i’d like to be the substitute.” he finished with a confident smile.

after about three seconds, you burst out of laughter. you laughed. as much as he loves the sound of your laugh, he can’t help but pout. “(y/n), i’m trying to be sweet here!”

“i’m sorry!- it’s just- i can’t help but laugh at your flirting.” you managed to say between your laughs. you know he’s kidding but he looked at you like he was offended.

your laughter died down and held steve’s face. “it’s cute, sorry.” you mumble with a little laugh. when he finally smiled you turned to your laptop and continued the movie.

steve gazes at you for a few more seconds before watching the movie with you again. “thank you.” you whisper, glancing at him.

“you’re very much welcome, my rapunzel.” he says smiling before he slides a bit down on the bed so his head could reach your shoulder and rests it there.

you giggled as you heard him whisper,

“thank you, olivia rodrigo.”

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fluff #fluff #imagines #stranger things imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things fic #cute fic #i hope you enjoyed help #fluff fic #steve harrington x reader imagine #sour #sour olivia rodrigo #tangled

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chloelucia13 · 3 years

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Chapter 18: E Pluribus Unum

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x female!Henderson!reader

Prompt: You always thought Hawkins was the most boring town of all, stuck in a vacuum void of excitement and entertainment. Well, it seems that way until the world decided to flip upside down, literally.

Chapter Summary: The horrid night at the hospital brought up many worries about you, especially for Jonathan. With the party’s advice, Nancy and Jonathan devise a plan to hopefully get you back to normal.

Word Count: 3720

Warnings: pretty angsty, a little fluff, language, violence, gore, discussions of possession and lack of autonomy, mentions of death, different perspective in italics

A/N: We’re getting close to the end of season 3! I’m thinking I’m gonna space these episode rewrites between some extra scenes I couldn’t fit into the story and some individual one shots, but let me know what you think! As always, my in box and tag lists and requests are all open! Love you!

Tags: @just-my-fandom @nightbu-g @neemonroe

As Nancy and Jonathan watched the creature shift form and trickle through the vents in the door, panic flooded through their veins.

Jonathan contemplated running back to you and waking you up, to beg for you to take control of that thing and save Nancy. But as he thought about it, the image of your panicked face flashed in front of his eyes. He saw how fearful you were that you were losing control, that you might put everyone at risk.

Ultimately, he decided that you being asleep was for the better, but that didn’t make this situation any easier.

He heard a thud from inside the room as he gripped onto an oxygen tank and began to ram it into the door handle to try and break it off. After that proved fruitless, he shifted his efforts to the glass window in the door, watching the webbing cracks grow longer and longer but the glass still didn’t cave.

The creature let out a blood-curdling roar as a herd of footsteps approached Jonathan. Defeatedly, he stumbled back and tried to heave in a few breaths as Eleven stepped up to the door and tore it from its hinges. As the door crashed to the ground, the creature turned to screech at the group that was herded in the doorway.

“Jesus,” Mike gasped as Max hissed out a hushed “what the fuck” under her breath.

The creature rushed towards El, who was now a few steps inside the room, and she quickly swung her hand to the side, effortlessly tossing the creature against the wall. Then another wall. And then the ceiling.

Screams fell from El’s lips and the monster’s pincer-like jaws as it collided with the floor, though it quickly gained its composure and scrambled to its legs. It began to crawl forward with a vengeance, but Eleven threw her hands forward and sent the creature flying out the window.

As soon as they heard the splat of the creature hitting the pavement, Jonathan rushed into the room to check on Nancy while the party rushed down the stairs. Once she gave Jonathan a reassuring nod that she was, in fact, okay, they followed the party down the stairs and out to the parking lot where the creature laid.

The creature dissolved into that strange coagulation of guts and gore once more before inching over to a storm drain and dripping down into the tunnels.

Once there was to remnants of the creature lingering on the asphalt, Jonathan’s worry shifted to you, who was still on the abandoned floor of the hospital.

“Y/N,” he spoke, quickly turning on his heel and heading back inside.

“She’s in there?” Max asked incredulously, her eyes tracking Jonathan as he nodded quickly before disappearing behind the hospital doors.

His footsteps echoed throughout the stairwell as he rushed up the stairs two at a time, pushing through the door to the third floor. Panic was clouding his brain, hoping that you were still there and you hadn’t slipped away before he could try and help you. God, he just wanted to make you okay again. Make you you again.

As he rounded the corner to the room where you laid, he could barely even feel his feet from how overused they were. Nevertheless, he pushed forward, calling your name as he entered the room.

Luckily, you were still on the floor, and the inky veins seemed to have faded from your skin. You were so still, so motionless, though, as you laid on the cold linoleum that it worried Jonathan.

He gently knelt beside you and rolled you onto your back, one hand cupping your cheek while the other felt for a pulse on your neck. Once he felt the stead thrumming under his fingertips, he let out a sigh of relief. His hand left your cheek to brush a few strands of hair away from your face, letting his eyes soak in your relaxed features for only a moment before pulling you into his arms and lifting you off of the floor.

***

Your eyes began to flutter open from the movement, a small sigh falling from your parted lips. “Jonathan?” you whispered, panic beginning to seep into your veins.

He glanced down at you as he walked, each limping step making your head loll slightly. “Hey, it’s okay,” he hummed, clearly sensing the anxiety that had took hold.

Your gaze flickered over every bruise that marred his face. “I’m so sorry, Jonathan. I couldn’t take control. I couldn’t stop it.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. We’re gonna get this thing out of you.”

You shook your head fervently, gripping onto his shirt. “Jonathan, you can’t. I’m gonna hurt you. I don’t have enough energy to keep the flayer at bay.” To say that you didn’t have enough energy was a sever understatement, though. You felt as though you’d been awake for days and had just run a marathon. Your body was screaming for sleep, your eyelids already beginning to droop.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

“Jonathan, I don’t want to hurt you. Please.”

As he stepped out of the stairwell and through the exit of the hospital, he softly shushed you. Your mouth opened to argue, to beg for him to leave you and protect himself, but it fell shut along with your eyelids as the gentle rocking of his steps and his voice lulled you to sleep.

***

The drive to Hopper’s cabin was tense and silent, everyone in shock of what had just occurred. That, and the fact that they were harboring the leader of the flayer, the creature that was on a mission to kill.

Jonathan had volunteered to sit in the back of Nancy’s car with you on the ride there so that he could keep an eye on you, and though Nancy gave him a look of worry, he proceeded with his plan.

He sat with your limp body leaning against him, your head resting against his shoulder and your open mouth fanning your warm breath on his neck. With his girlfriend in the driver’s seat, his mind wandered back to the night before when your lips were pressed against his. He thought about the many times he had woken up with you in his bed, when both of you had fallen asleep to a mixtape that was still in the tape deck by morning. When the sunshine fell perfectly on your face that had a ghost of a smile lingering on it. When your legs were tangled with his and your head was resting on his chest, warm huffs of air falling from your lips and mingling with his breath due to the close proximity.

He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt at ridding himself of the thoughts, though all he could see was that rare glimpse of peace that he’d witness when you slept.

With a huff, he looked down at your sleeping form and watched your shoulders rise and fall with steady breaths.

He wished he could see the flutter of your eyelids as you dreamt, but they were hidden behind a scrap of fabric as a precaution in case you had awoken.

Once Nancy parked in front of the cabin, Mike assisted Jonathan in carrying you out of the car and into the house. Gently, the two boys laid you on the bed of the spare bedroom that was tucked away in the very back corner of the cabin.

As Jonathan slowly closed the door behind him and locked it, Mike gave him a look. “What?” Jonathan whispered, tucking the key into his back pocket.

“You should probably tone down the heart eyes a little bit,” Mike advised, arching a brow at Jonathan.

Jonathan’s brows furrowed in bewilderment, glancing around quickly before stepping close to Mike and lowering his voice. “What are you talking about?”

“Dude, are you that oblivious?” Jonathan shrugged, and Mike let out a sigh. “It’s super obvious that you’re in love with Y/N-”

“I am not!”

Mike stared at him silently with a look of extreme doubt, and Jonathan’s shoulders slumped. “Just try to tone it down a bit, dude. For Nancy.”

Guilt washed over Jonathan’s features at the mention of Nancy. “I just... I don’t know what to do.”

Mike gave him a look of sympathy. “Whatever you do, just don’t hurt either of them.”

Jonathan nodded silently and the two boys parted ways.

***

You woke with a start, searching around the room with wide eyes and a racing heart. You shoved the heavy comforter off of your body and scrambled to the carpeted floor. “Hello?” you called out as you balled your fingers into fists.

The floor creaked with each step, but everything else was silent. “Hello? Where the fuck am I?” you called out once more, stepping up to the door and trying the doorknob. The door didn’t budge, and your breath new fell from your lips in short bursts as panic took over your body.

Your fists collided with the door a few times, letting out a scream of frustration when the wood didn’t give. “Goddammit, let me out!” You threw your body against the door, but the door still held strong. “What the fuck are you going to do with me! Let me out, you son of a bitch!”

***

On the other side of the door, everyone who had fell asleep in the living room woke up from the pounding and the screams. Each person glanced to someone else in the room, silently communicating their panic from the adverse reaction you were displaying to being confined into an unfamiliar room.

Jonathan and Nancy quickly rose from their spot on the couch, Jonathan signaling at everyone to stay quiet while Nancy grabbed onto the rope that they had found the night before. Silently, both teens approached the door with caution and light footsteps.

*** Your outburst easily tired you, and you stumbled back onto the bed with a huff, your gaze fixed in a glare on the door.

It seemed to be only moments later that the door creaked shut, two figures slipping through the opening before slamming it shut once more. The two people slipped into the crack of sunlight that shone through the blinds, revealing themselves to be Nancy and Jonathan.

“Get away from me,” you hissed, shuffling back into the furthest corner of the bed. The two exchanged a look before Jonathan turned his back and headed over to the desk in the room that was accompanied by a wooden chair.

Nancy gripped onto your ankles and pulled you out of the corner, dragging you against the sheets and causing them to bunch up underneath you. You let out a growl and kicked with all your might, but she had already tied a quick knot around your legs. With another harsh tug, she yanked you off of the bed and onto the floor. You let out a gasp of pain, feeling all of the air escape your lungs and leave you winded.

Jonathan pulled the chair away from the desk and set it behind you and Nancy before rushing over to Nancy and assisting her in lugging you onto the chair. With your free hands, you gripped onto Jonathan’s shirt and tugged with all your might in an attempt to pull him to the ground, but to no avail.

The two sat you in the chair, and Nancy quickly freed Jonathan’s shirt from your grip. A huff left your lips as Nancy yanked your arms behind your back, tying them together before knotting it to the chair. “Let me go,” you said simply, showing no emotion whatsoever. Jonathan clenched his jaw, handing Nancy the other set of ropes for your legs. “Oh, I’m getting the silent treatment now?” You shook your head, leaning forward as much as your binds allowed you. “I said. Let. Me. Go.”

“Just ignore her, Jonathan. It isn’t her,” Nancy said, finishing up the binds on your legs before pushing herself to her feet. “I’m gonna get the heaters.” With that, she left.

“Isn’t her? Hell, I’m just voicing her concerns, her needs. And what she needs is for you to let her go. You don’t wanna break her heart, do you, Johnny? Not like all the other times you had?”

“Shut up,” he hissed through his teeth, eyes trained on the blank wall behind you.

“Oh, he speaks!” You flashed him a sinister smirk. “And why exactly should I shut up? I’m just speaking the truth-”

“You don’t know the truth-”

“Oh, but I do. I have access to her thoughts, her memories, everything. Like I said, I am her. And god, did you hurt her. When you saved Nancy from the Upsidedown but not her. When you ditched her for Nancy all those times, so you could ‘help Nancy,’ when little miss Y/N was the one needing help all along.”

He gulped, clenching his fists.

“All the times she let you run off to do god-knows-what with Nancy while she watched the kids. Watched your own brother.”

“I said, shut up-”

“You know she wished she died that night, in the tunnels. She didn’t want to be the sad damsel in distress anymore, didn’t want to be saved.”

Tears began to cloud his vision, and he turned on his heel to face the opposite wall.

“She wished she was with you. Wished she was in Nancy’s spot, helping you and your brother. But no, she had to go with the kids and Steve, had to be on the brink of death. She had to wait for you to help her, the thing she dreaded the most. You seeing her weak.”

“You’re lying. S-She doesn’t feel that way-”

“Then why do you feel so guilty? It’s tangible, I can almost taste it.” You leaned back, eyes trained on the back of his head. “And then you got a job at the Post with little Miss Nancy, leaving Y/N to work at the public pool with Billy. Leaving her to get possessed by the flayer. By me. Can’t you see, Johnny boy? This is all because of you. All her pain, her aching, because of you.” You chuckled softly, a sinister sound that reverberated in your chest. “Because of you, she was left vulnerable, open to being taken by me. I could tell, no matter how many times she cried for you, for anyone to help her, she needed this. She needed this little… Boost of confidence, let’s say. A lack of a filter.”

He sniffled, shaking his head softly. “Why should I believe anything you say?”

“You don’t have to, but I know you do. Because you know it’s all true.” You wiggled your fingers and toes, trying to get some circulation back into them. “You know that saying, sober thoughts are drunk actions? Think of me as the alcohol. I take her over, get rid of her filter, and let the truth run wild.”

He spun back around and stepped towards you, crouching down so he was eye-level with your face.

“That’s it. Look at what you did to her. Look at the scars.” You pursed your lips, smirking slightly. “She scares people. She doesn’t want to go outside, doesn’t want to be a spectacle, a walking freak show.”

“She’s not-”

“Did she ever tell you that she has to wear glasses because of her eye?” He shook his head. “She’s too scared to wear them around you. Doesn’t want to seem weird. She has constant headaches because of it, because she can barely see out of her one eye without them.”

His lower lip quivered slightly, his hand inching up to cup your face.

“She can hear you, Johnny. She can see you.” Another bone-chilling laugh. “She’s begging me to stop, but what’s the fun in that?”

“Screw you.”

The door squeaked open and shut, Nancy stepping in with a couple more heaters. “Sorry it took so long, I had to dig them out,” she explained, stopping when she took notice of the odd scene in front of her.

“Good. Let’s get this out of her,” He sighed, standing up straight and helping Nancy plug everything in.

You sat silently, a near-pout on your face as the pair worked on plugging in the multitude of heaters that Nancy had found. “I didn’t know you wanted me gone so badly,” you sighed, giving Jonathan a puppy-dog-eye look as he risked a glance at you.

The room already began to feel at least ten degrees warmer as all of the heaters got to work, and you glanced down in disdain at the sweater and jeans you wore. Nancy and Jonathan took a seat on the bed, their eyes trained on you as if you were a caged animal.

“So what did you guys do the last time you watched someone get exorcised?” you hummed, that fake smile settling on your lips once more. “Did you makeout, maybe sneak off to do god-knows-what together? It seems that that’s what you both are best at when people need your help.”

Nancy’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What?” she whispered, clearly bewildered by your bold statement.

You cocked your head to the side, feigning innocence. “Don’t you remember? Last year, you and Jonathan had gone off and disappeared while little Will was basically on his deathbed. All he needed was an older sibling, someone to comfort him, and Y/N, had to take up that role because you two were too busy.”

“We were trying to get justice for Barb-”

“And as a result you almost got everyone killed.”

“Shut up!” she screamed as she shot up from her seat and leaned close to you, close enough for you to see the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. “If you say another word, I’m duct taping your mouth shut.”

You clenched your jaw and stared her in the eye, your chest heaving with heavy breaths. Jonathan reached forward and gripped onto Nancy’s forearm, prompting her to look back at him. They exchanged a glance and she contemplated their silent conversation for a moment before settling back down onto the bed.

The room grew warmer and warmer and the tension grew thicker and thicker. Everyone had stayed silent during that time, but that didn’t mean that you were shooting glares at the pair the whole time.

But that heat definitely began to worm its way between you and the flayer, acting like a knife between flesh and meat as it slowly cut away the flayer’s vicelike grip on you. However, as the flayer’s hold on you began to slip away, the days of sleep you’ve missed started to catch up with you.

Your eyelids drooped as sweat trickled down your face, your breaths ragged and hitched from the dry heat and lack of water. “Jonathan, Nancy, please just let me go,” you cried, weakly wiggling your hands and feet in their restraints.

“Y/N, you know we can’t,” Nancy answered, looking away from you so she wouldn’t feel guilt from the state you were in.

Nancy and Jonathan were suffering too, sweat making their clothes cling to them like a second skin. But they knew that if you were stuck in this miserable heat, they had to be too. They had to save you, no matter what it took.

Tears welled in your eyes and you let out a tired cry of frustration. “Please! I-I can take control of the mind flayer again and I can keep it from you guys! I can kill it! Please, just let me go!”

Nancy could tell that Jonathan was weighing the outcomes of each option, clearly caving in from the guilt and the heat. “Y/N, we need to get this thing out of you,” Nancy spoke up. “You only have so much control. We can help you.”

“You can’t help me!” you screamed, startling the pair and making them recoil slightly. “Just let me go! Let me go, you sons of bitches!” You began to violently thrash in the chair, prompting the two to get up and try to hold you down. Your screams grew louder when the attempted to restrain you, and they shared a horrified look when those familiar inky veins began to snake up into your skin.

Your strength grew as the flayer slowly slipped into power as a last ditch effort to continue inhabiting its host, and with one quick yank of your arm, the binds snapped from your wrist. Nancy scrambled to pin your wrist down, but once your other hand freed itself from its confines, both Nancy and Jonathan knew that their efforts were fruitless.

Jonathan rushed to help Nancy, both of them wrestling to keep you restrained while you fought against them with all your might. Your sweat-slicked skin seemed to prove advantageous as you quickly slipped from their grip, yanking the binds around your ankles and breaking them free.

The pair shared a panicked glance as you rose from the chair and shoved them both off of you. “Leave me alone,” you growled, your voice uncharacteristically deep as those black veins protruded from your skin. “Or there will be consequences.”

Jonathan hurried over to you and gripped onto your wrist, giving one last effort to try and help. That clearly was a mistake, though, as you snatched your arm back and landed a quick right jab to his jaw. He stumbled back and clutched his jaw, but as he looked up at you, a flash of guilt and fear could be seen in your eyes. It left as soon as it came, and he hopelessly watched as you slammed your fist into the window and escaped through the newly made exit.

***

Your eyes drooped with exhaustion as you sat on the landing of the stairs, head leaning against the railing as you stared out at the crowd of the flayed that were neatly lined up in single file rows.

“That-that girl,” he spat, pacing back and forth behind you. “She caused all of this.”

You nodded slowly, your face blank and emotionless.

“But we’ll win. Soon, we’ll talk control. We’ll end her, them, everyone. Everything will be ours.”

“When?” you hummed, slowly lifting your head from the railing to look up at him.

“Soon.”

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New beginnings (Billy Hargrove x reader)

A/n: this is set after season 3. I do not agree with some of his actions in the previous seasons but they shouldn’t have killed him off (maybe they didn’t who knows)

He was save. You actually did it. Only a week ago you had gotten the codes through the phone, finding out Billy had not only survived but was now trapped in the upside down was a big surprise for all of you. You had told your friends Steve, Nancy and Robin as soon as you discovered the messages he’d been sending and with the help of Max, Dustin, Lucas and Mike you found a way to get him out of there. El and Will didn’t knew about these events since they moved, although Nancy told Jonathan about it. Now you sat in the back of Steve’s car next to Billy with Robin in the passenger seat, Nancy drove the Kids home before meeting you again at the cabin Hopper used to life in (wich was a whole different story but Murray tried his best to get his contacts to get Hopper back from Russia). The ride was almost silent nobody knowing what to say. You looked at Billy who stared out of the window in his thoughts, he seemed so small and lost. His eyes catched yours and you offered him a small smile, the ghost of a smile appeared on his lips too. As soon as you arrived at the cabin you brought him to Hoppers old room telling him to take a shower and change into some of Steve’s clothes. Nancy came back soon with some Pizza for you to eat, y’all decided to stay at the cabin together for a few days to figure things out. It was new seeing him so silently, almost shy. You only knew Billy from seeing him at school and then from what happened with him and the mind flayer. The evening went on almost as quiet only a little bit of chatting in the group since you wanted to let him talk to you about what he had encountered whenever he was ready. When it was time to sleep you laid down on the couch with Robin, Nancy slept on the retainer and Steve on Elevens old bed with the door open. Everybody seemed to fall asleep pretty fast but you couldn’t sleep. At some point you sat up and saw on your wrist watch that it was 2 pm, you let out a small huff before getting up to get a glass of water, as you passed the other bedroom you saw that light was shimmering under the door and you knocked softly before peaking your head in. Billy layed on the bed lifting his head and looking at you "Come in.“ he said and you did as he said, closing the door behind you. He shuffled making space for you on the bed. "Can’t sleep either?“ he asked and you nodded "Guess you neither?“ you asked before adding "Sorry of course you haven’t. Who would after... it all..“

"Haven’t had a good night of sleep in some time.“ he said quietly "It was like being trapped in an nightmare, it- I-" You saw tears glimmer in his eyes "Hey it’s okay.“ he looked at you and your heart broke, he looked absolutely lost and broken, you didn’t knew what happened but suddenly your arms went around him and pulled him close, his arms held you tight as he silently cried into the crook of your neck. With your left hand you softly played with his hair. After minutes he sat back up again "sorry.“ he mumbled and you reached to take his hand in yours "You don’t need to apologize.“ he shook his head "No sorry for everything you had to go through to help me and for being such an asshole back then.“ "Yeah you kinda were a dick but you saved us too remember? If you hadn’t sacrificed yourself in the mall last summer it would have been way worse.“ you said and gave his hand a squeeze "Thank you..“ he cleared his throat before asking "Was it you?“ You didn’t knew what he meant "Huh?“ "Was it you who got my messages?“ it clicked with you "Yes.“ "Thank you.“ he smiled at you again and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks "You don’t need to thank me Billy.“ you said "But I want to. I was a douche but I want to change and you could have just ignored the messages.“ you shook your head "And leave you in the upside down? No we all know that it’s an nightmare, no one deserves that." He smiled "Not even the ex keg king Hargrove?“ he asked and you chuckled "Not even him.“ You two just smiled at each other for a moment, hands still interwined. You ended up talking to him for another hour or so before you fell asleep on his bed. Billy looked over at your sleeping form, you looked peaceful wich calmed him down a lot. He felt safe with your hand in his, a feeling he hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. He fell asleep shortly after you.

You woke up from the sun shining through the window. Opening your eyes you saw that you were curled into Billy, who rested next to you, legs entangled and his arms around you. And you couldn’t help but smile, he stirred in his sleep before his eyes fluttered open slowly. "Sorry.“ he said again beginning to release you but you stopped him with laying your hand on his upper arm. "No more apologies.“ you smiled at him. Someone knocked on the door and before Nancy‘s head appeared you

and Billy made some space between you. "Hey we made something to eat if you want to.“ she said and you nodded and got up after she left again "Ready?“ you asked and Billy nodded following after you. You all ate and you felt that Billy was more at ease today. "Soo the kids are coming over today again.. if that’s... alright?“ Steve asked, he was still a little unsure of the whole situation and how to act, a year ago Billy and him would fight everytime they saw each other and now they were eating eggs together. Billy looked up for a second before he nodded, he then looked at you before reaching out for your hand under the table "I- uhm thank you all. For what you did.“ it was quiet for a moment THE Billy Hargrove was saying thank you and it seemed honest. "Well we did more dangerous things.“ Robin said jokingly remembering her and Steve’s encounter with the Russians last summer.

The day went by, the kids came over and Billy and Max had some time alone to talk, they seemed closer, Billy was really trying to be better. You slept on the couch when you heard someone scream, sitting up you saw that Nancy was also awake. She pointed towards the door of Hppers room "I got it.“ you said and hurried towards the door. Inside it was dark, Billy was still asleep but he tossed and turned, letting out small whimpers. Your heart sank and you sat down at the edge of the bed "Hey, hey Billy. It’s okay.“ his eyes opened and he looked at you with panic in his eyes for a few seconds before he recognized you and memories of the last few days rushed back to his mind. He wrapped his arms around your middle and you put your chin on top of his head "I‘m here, you’re safe.“ you said softly while stroking his hair once again. You laid back down pulling him with you, you drew circles onto his shoulder while he slowly drifted back to sleep. After that night you slept in his room every night. The others catched on the way your behavior towards him had changed, always encouraging him or squeezing his hand assuringly. His demeanor also changed a lot, he lost most of his old ways (a little bit of the cockiness was still there, we’re talking about Billy Hargrove here) and his new weariness slowly faded in these days. Nancy soon had to return to college and Steve, Robin and you took turns working at home video with the two taking more shifts so you was mostly at the cabin with Billy, wich not only made you happy but also made Steve glad not to have to stay alone with his ex enemy. It was almost winter but you sat outside of the cabin with Billy a cup of tea in your hands and a blanket around your shoulders. The close proximity now something normal to you, but it still made your heart flutter none the less. "How long will we stay here?“ he asked, shrugging you answered him "I don’t know, we haven’t thought that far.“ a small chuckle left his lips "We wanted to get you here safe first and then figure something out.“ you laid your head on his shoulder "I can’t go back to my family“ he cleared his throat before mumbling "My dad would probably kill me. He thought I ran away, max said.“ "You don’t have to, we will find something.“ You told him "You will be fine, it’ll take some time probably but everything will be okay.“ you added, you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders pulling you closer "I know I will. As long as you’re there with me.“ he said softly. You looked up at him, a smile on both of your faces, suddenly you were overly aware of how close your faces were. You could feel his breath on your face and you saw his eyes wandering to your lips before he came closer, his lips ghosted yours as he stopped and waited for your permission, you cupped his cheek and closed the gap. You inhaled sharply and your heart did Saltos in your chest. You broke away when you needed air but he rested his forehead on yours, still holding you close. You laid your hand on top of his and said "I will be there. Whatever is going to happen you will have me.“ and he smiled pecking your lips once more.

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