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nancys4gf · 2 years

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So I've been thinking about this idea for a long time and I hope you could write it. The party stays a week at Steve's house as like a sleepover but it's a week long, and the reader and steve are the mom and dad of the party,(the reader has been around a but longer than Steve because they're Jonathan's best friend ) and it's just Steve and the reader being like a married couple the whole week but instead of steve being in mom mode it's the reader and everyone it confused at the sudden change but they love it, especially steve. And the party is just gossiping and being totally confused why the reader and steve aren't dating. ( bonus points if I could get a scene where will lays on the readers chest and naps and steve gets all annoying because that's "his place")

longing glances | steve harrington

summary: the party has a week-long sleepover at steve's house.

pairing: steve harrington x female reader

warnings: mentions of nightmares

note: dear anon, i LOVED this. i loved it so much i went crazy with it and ended up writing 5k words. it's honestly one of my favorite things i've ever written and i've had so much fun doing it. i truly hope you enjoy it as well!! thank you so much for requesting ♡♡♡

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– monday.

when dustin proposed the idea of a week-long sleepover, you thought he was crazy.

but as you drove the kids, robin, nancy and jonathan to steve’s house, every passing second convinced you that you all deserved to spend some fun, relaxing time together, after everything you had gone through.

after you honked the horn to announce your arrival, steve opened the door theatrically, a huge grin adorning his face. “mi casa es su casa.”

the kids didn’t waste a second before rushing in, pushing past steve.

“dude, your pool is huge!” dustin exclaimed.

“why is this the first time you��ve invited me over?” robin gaped at the house.

“i don’t know.” steve shrugged. “just, don’t make me regret it.”

“race you to the pool!”

“oh, yeah,” you laughed, watching steve’s panicked expression as the kids ran to the pool, jumping in without even bothering to put on their swimsuits first. “this was definitely a good idea.”

– tuesday.

“um, steve?” you called out, peeking inside the fridge.

“yes?”

“where’s the food?”

“right there.” he gestured.

“there’s a carton of milk and a tomato. what kind of breakfast is that?”

“add in some granola and you’ve got a champion’s breakfast.”

“steve,” you closed the fridge and put your hands on the sides of your waist. “i’ve got six hungry kids. and you haven’t stocked up on food?”

steve opened his mouth only to close it again, and gave you a guilty smile, before turning away to look for his jacket.

“let’s go.”

“where?”

he jiggled his car keys. “grocery shopping.”

— ❀ —

“can you grab some pop tarts?”

steve nooded, disappearing further down the aisle. you had agreed to split up so it would take less time getting everything you needed, but you soon realized you couldn’t leave him alone.

“one box? do i need to remind you? six kids, and a week?”

steve looked confused. “uh. two boxes, then?”

you sighed, shaking your head. “alright. we’re teaming up, harrington.”

and so steve pushed the shopping cart, while you tossed the items in it.

“get those,” you pointed at the fridges, and steve obliged, coming back with a significant amount of eggo’s boxes. “oh, and some lucky charms. will loves them.”

“did you sleep well last night?” he asked while taking the cereal.

“i did, thanks.” you smiled, glancing at him. “your bed is comfy.”

“i even put on some clean sheets for you.”

“what a luxury.”

steve had arranged his house this way: the kids slept in sleeping bags in the living room, robin and nancy slept in the guest room, and steve and jonathan in steve parents’ room. you were the only one who had an entire room for herself, and you still didn’t really understand why.

“i felt a little alone, though.” you pouted. “i’m the only one that doesn’t have a roomie.”

“i can go and keep you company if you want.” he said quickly.

“steve harrington,” you gasped dramatically. “are you trying to get into my bed?”

“first of all, it’s my bed,” he turned the cart into another aisle. “and no, obviously. i’d sleep on the floor.”

“or i just could join robin and nancy. or the kids downstairs.”

“yeah, yeah, of course. i was just- i was just saying.”

you piled up some tubes of ice cream in the cart, but had a hard time picking the last flavor.

you held up two tubes and stared at steve. “which one?”

he looked as if you were asking a question with an impossible answer. you sighed.

“will, lucas and el prefer cookie dough. but dustin, max and mike like strawberry better.”

“well, what do you like?”

“strawberry.”

“strawberry it is.” he stated, grabbing the tube from your hands and putting it into the cart.

as you resumed walking together, you glanced at steve, but he was already looking at you, quickly averting his gaze. you couldn’t help the smile that crept across your face.

“so,” he played it cool, opening another fridge. “three frozen pizzas should be enough, right?”

“six kids, steve. six kids.”

– wednesday.

steve was trying to barbecue. it didn’t take long before everyone realized steve wasn’t great at barbecuing.

“you’re supposed to wait for it to heat up.” jonathan informed.

“says who?”

“everyone.”

“well, sometimes you gotta be different, you know,” steve shrugged, placing the raw burgers and steaks on the grill. “do things your own way.”

“remember to cook dustin’s well-done. he’s sensitive about meat.” you reminded from the recliner, sunbathing with nancy and robin as the kids played in the pool.

“ouch.” robin whined for the hundredth time.

“what’s wrong?” nancy asked with her eyes closed, finally giving in to robin’s antics.

“the sun’s too hot.”

“it’s noon, robin.” you said obviously. “did you put on some sunscreen?”

“no,” she said quietly. “it makes me look bad.”

“you’ll look even uglier when you’re walking around like a burnt tomato.”

“here,” nancy offered, while robin threw her sandal at steve. “turn around.”

for the first time in history, robin did as told, and nancy started applying sunscreen on her back. robin went quiet after that. considerably quiet.

“hey, no running!” steve called out.

“sorry!” mike shouted back.

“you know you’re supposed to check on the food, right?” jonathan told steve, who was walking towards the pool.

“i am!” he said, before doing a cannonball, splashing dustin in the face.

the boys fooled around for a while: dustin getting on steve’s shoulders and steve dropping him, dustin keeping steve’s head underwater, trying to see how much time he could go on without breathing.

at some point, the sound of your laugh caught steve’s attention. robin had taken off her sunglasses, and her face was completely red and sunburned, except for the mark of the glasses around her eyes. you burst into laughter, almost falling from your chair. steve didn’t notice he was smiling. but dustin did.

“you’ve got something on your face.”

steve immediately started touching his face. “where?”

“here,” dustin pointed at his own chin, right below his mouth, before breaking into a smirk. “drool.”

steve scoffed and slapped dustin on the back of his head, making the boy wince and touch the area. steve directed his gaze back at you, but instead, he caught sight of eleven stepping out of the house.

“what are you doing?” she stopped, the eggo midway between the air and her mouth. “no dessert before lunch, you know that.”

eleven stared as steve dismissively, and pointed at you. “she lets me.”

she proceeded to walk away and get into the water, ignoring steve’s orders not to eat inside the pool. he glared at you, and you shrugged, a playful smile on your lips.

“sorry. i’m the cool one.”

– thursday.

the kitchen was silent and dark as you poured yourself some water. you closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the way it refreshed your dry mouth.

suddenly, you heard a noise, similar to a creak or a screech. your guard immediately went up, and before you realized, your hand was reaching for a knife. you stayed very still and very quiet as the noise got nearer, until finally, a figure appeared in the doorway.

“shit!”

“jesus!”

you and steve jumped at the same time as he turned on the light. you exhaled and set the knife down, steadying yourself on the counter, your entire body shaking uncontrollably.

“it’s just me,” steve whispered, slowly making his way towards you. “it’s just me. i’m sorry.”

you nodded as you felt a pair of arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. you could feel his warmth through the fabric of the t-shirt, the smell of his cologne radiating from his skin, filling the air with recognition and safety.

“i was just…” you sighed. “i came to get some water.”

“couldn’t sleep?” he asked, caressing your arm. you shook your head. “why?”

“i’ve been-” you stopped. you hadn’t told this to anyone. but being in steve’s arms in the dead of night made you feel safe. you knew you could trust him. you knew he would understand. “having nightmares.”

“ever since…?” he didn’t even need to finish the sentence, you nodded your head.

he pulled you even closer, needing to protect you, even if you weren’t in any real danger.

“i’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, hm? how does that sound?” he said, moving his hand up and down on your back soothingly.

“sounds good.” you whispered, turning your head and giving him a smile.

you walked together, steve’s hand steady on your back. but when you got to the stairs, you stopped.

“what’s wrong?”

you glanced at the living room where six figures lay, curled up against one another, sleeping soundly. they looked so peaceful. like they were ordinary kids, ordinary friends who did normal things like having sleepovers. they didn’t look like kids that continuously found themselves in danger, seeing each other go through the worst imaginable evils.

“i…” you hesitated, almost ashamed of what you were going to say. “i want to keep an eye on them. but you go.”

steve followed your gaze, and you noticed the way his eyes softened.

“i’ll stay with you.” he said firmly.

“you don’t have to, steve.”

he stared at you, and this time it was you he was looking at with pure adoration.

“i want to.”

with one last reassuring smile from his part, you nodded, and you two walked back to where you had come from. you positioned yourself on the large couch in the living room, while steve looked for some blankets.

“is this okay? are you cold?” he whispered as he covered you up. the blanket was warm and fuzzy.

“it’s perfect.” you smiled at him, moved by the tenderness in his gesture. “it smells like your house.”

“like my house?” he asked confusedly.

“yeah. you know how people’s houses have different, particular smells? well, like that.”

“and what does my house smell like?”

you pondered. “like steve.”

“okay, you’re not making any sense right now,” he chuckled. “you should sleep.”

he moved closer to you, covering himself with the blanket as well. it felt nice, being close to him like this.

“he snores.” steve observed, pointing at dustin, who was indeed snoring quite loudly. “of course he snores.”

you laughed together, but you didn’t talk after that. you could hear the occasional ruffle of the sleeping bags as one of the kids moved, the ticking of the clock, and the wind swaying the trees. you could also hear steve’s steady breathing, and your own heartbeat against your ears.

“thank you.” you spoke quietly after a while, just in case steve had fallen asleep.

“what for?” he whispered back.

“staying with me,” you looked at him. you were so close you could see every detail of his face, even though it was dark. “for taking care of me, of them.” you glanced at the kids.

he found your hand under the blankets, and squeezed it, giving you a smile.

“always.”

“you’re a good guy, steve harrington.”

what you said wasn’t new to you. steve was your friend, and you thought the world of him. and he knew that, he didn’t need to hear it in order to feel it. but actually hearing those words coming out of your mouth with pure sincerity and conviction, made his heart skip a beat. he was glad it was dark, because involuntarily, his eyes watered.

“i try,” he whispered, not daring to say something else in case his voice would break. “i try.”

“i know you do.”

– friday.

“sh! you’ll wake them up.”

“good, it’s already ten and i’m hungry.”

“what are they doing here?”

“shut up!”

click!

the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was a camera. behind it stood jonathan, and the rest of the party, staring at you with huge smiles on their faces.

“what’s going on?” you mumbled, starting to get up, but something prevented you from moving.

something heavy, pressing down on your chest. you looked down, only to find a mop of disheveled, brown hair.

“we could ask you the same question.”

“steve,” you whispered, slightly shaking him. “steve, wake up.”

he only whined in response, nuzzling up closer against you. everyone laughed at the sight, and jonathan took another picture. you glared at him.

“what? this is an adorable scene.” he defended himself, smirking.

“straight out of a christmas card.” robin chimed in.

“you’re only missing the golden retriever.” dustin said.

“steve is the golden retriever.” lucas proposed. everyone agreed.

– saturday.

after a long day of swimming and playing a very violent game of monopoly, everyone was sprawled on the couches watching a movie.

the exhaustion of the day seemed to dawn on the kids and robin, though, because they were all asleep by half of it.

will was lying on your chest, as you ran your fingers through his hair. robin always picked the best movies, and this was no exception. you were completely engrossed in it, but someone insisted on distracting you.

“hey, that’s my place.” steve whispered teasingly from the other side of the couch, max’s head laying on his lap, while he gestured to will sleeping on your chest.

you laughed, shaking your head. you would be lying if you said you didn’t think about that night on the couch.

“catch.” he whispered again, but when you ignored him, you felt something hit your cheek.

“are you throwing popcorn at me?”

“i told you to catch.”

and so a war started, with you and steve throwing pieces of popcorn at each other’s mouths. steve caught a good amount of it, but you didn’t, and when some popcorn hit will on the forehead making him whine, you couldn’t help it, both you and steve burst into laughter. robin woke up solely to tell you to shut up.

after a while, the movie ended. the kids got settled in their respective sleeping bags, and the grown-ups wished each other goodnight and headed upstairs. you and steve were the only ones left, when he suddenly said,

“shit. i forgot to clean the pool.”

“do it tomorrow.”

“no, they want to use it first thing in the morning. shit.” he groaned. “i’ll do it now.”

“i’ll help, then.”

“no, no. go to sleep. it’s late.”

“come on, we’ll be faster if we do it together.”

steve wanted to complain, but you were already opening the window, gesturing for him to follow you outside. and god knows he’d follow you anywhere.

— ❀ —

you and steve were on each end of the pool, removing leaves and eleven’s eggo crumbs. the air was sultry, the stars shining bright in the summer night’s sky.

“thank you for inviting us over.” you spoke. “we’re all having a great time.”

“sure. my house is facing some severe damage, but yeah.”

“i’ll buy you some new plates for the ones dustin broke.” you rolled your eyes. “but seriously, i haven’t had this much fun in a while.”

steve looked at you, nodding his head.

“yeah, me too.” he paused. “i think we needed this, you know?”

“yeah.”

after a while, the pool was cleaned. you stood together, admiring your work.

“see? teamwork makes the dream work.” you said, passing a hand through your sweaty forehead.

“it’s so hot.” steve commented, and you could see how drenched he was in the way his shirt stuck to his chest. oh, you could definitely see.

“i feel disgusting.”

“good thing we have an entire pool for ourselves then, right?”

“yeah, right.” you chuckled.

thing is, you didn’t think steve was being serious. but he was. his movements were so fast and sudden that you couldn’t even move out of the way, letting out a surprised yelp as you hit the water.

“steve!” you cried out from the pool.

“better, isn’t it?” he smirked, and you swam to the edge of the pool, getting hold of his ankles and pushing him inside with you.

after splashing each other for a while, you two swam in silence, going in separate directions but eventually finding your way back to each other.

“you know, i wasn’t so sure about you at first.” you confessed, floating on your back, staring at the stars above you.

“you weren’t?” he asked, and you hummed in response. “what changed?”

“dustin adopted you and i was forced to be in your presence.”

he laughed, but he didn’t say anything.

“you’re not going to ask me why i didn’t like you?”

“nah,” he threw a remaining leaf out of the water. “i can imagine why.”

you stood on your feet now, moving closer to him.

“but you’re better now. everybody loves you.”

“keep going,” he teased, and you nudged him. “seriously, it’s good for my ego.”

“remember when you used to call the byers’ every night, so you could make sure will had gotten home alright?” you asked, and steve laughed, a bit embarrassed. “i think that’s how you finally won me over.”

“you didn’t have to do anything to win me over.” he said. “i was sold from the very first moment.”

“yeah?” you asked, a big grin creeping across your face.

“don’t let it get to your head,” he warned, teasingly. “but yeah. you were so sure of yourself. you never thought twice before doing something to help others. i wanted to be like you, i guess.”

you stared into each other’s eyes, the only sounds that could be heard being the sounds of the water and the rustling of leaves.

you didn’t understand what the feeling in your chest was. you had been in this same pool earlier that day, with the same boy standing in front of you, and you hadn’t felt whatever strange sensation you were experiencing now. the clothes felt heavy on your body, but being alone with steve made you feel oddly light. maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. but it felt good.

“come on,” he said after a while. “let’s get some towels.”

after rummaging through his closet, steve handed you a shirt. he turned back, and you turned back as well. you heard his movements as he took off the wet clothes and put on the dry ones. a shiver went down your back, due to the act of intimacy you two were sharing.

when you were dressed, you turned back, and he did too.

“you know, i have clothes.” you grinned. “i have a bag full of them.”

“i know.” steve broke into a smile. “i just like seeing you in my clothes. that’s all.”

you averted your gaze as your cheeks warmed up, but you could still feel steve’s eyes on you.

– sunday.

jonathan was showing you some pictures outside, while the rest of the party sat around the table having breakfast.

“is that your shirt?” dustin suddenly asked steve, pointing at you through the window.

immediately, everyone directed their gazes towards where dustin was pointing.

“holy shit,” max said. “it so is.”

“so what?” steve asked, feigning indifference. nancy and robin shared a look.

“why is she wearing your shirt?” nancy inquired.

“yeah steve, why is she wearing your shirt? did she run out of clothes? did she lose them? did she manage to get them all dirty?” robin insisted, and steve waved her off.

“she liked the shirt. so i let her borrow it.”

“it looks big on her.” eleven commented.

steve looked down, smiling to himself. “i know.”

“you’ve never even kissed?” max asked very seriously and very incredulously. steve stared at her.

“i’m not answering that question.”

“that means they did!” lucas exclaimed, and max nodded frantically.

soon, the breakfast table was in uproar. max, lucas and robin were asking for details, dustin was screaming at mike that he owed him twenty dollars, and will, eleven and nancy watched the scene entertainingly.

“no, no! shut up, everyone! no, nothing’s happened. jeez. you’re like a group of possessed parrots.”

“i’m confused,” dustin started. “why aren’t you guys dating?”

“yeah!” max exclaimed, and steve was genuinely surprised at the girl’s interest in his (nonexistent) love life. “you guys already act like you’re dating.”

“they act like they’re married.” lucas corrected.

“you’re perfect for each other.” dustin went on. “you both like horror movies, you always laugh at her terrible jokes, she laughs at yours. not to mention you’re the ones who take care of us.”

“yeah, and she makes you decent.” robin remarked.

“and you make her happy.” eleven pointed out, and her profound, sincere comment managed to turn them all silent.

you and jonathan walked into the room, taken aback by the uncharacteristic quiet.

“what’s going on?”

to make matters even more suspicious, everyone shouted ‘nothing!’ at the same time. you raised an eyebrow, but decided not to engage, sitting down next to steve and stealing a piece of bacon from his plate.

“i like your shirt.” max told you.

“thanks. it’s steve’s.” you said casually.

you watched curiously as the rest of the kids tried to contain their laughter. you looked at steve, but he just shrugged, a faint flush on his cheeks.

— ❀ —

things were changing with you and steve. you noticed it in the way his gaze lingered on yours, making every moment of eye contact a breathtaking incident.

and now, at the bonfire the kids had insisted on having since it was the last night of the sleepover, you saw it in the way he looked at you first whenever he made a joke, or when he gave you the best s’mores.

“bonfires always get me so emotional.” robin expressed. “they remind me of the last nights at summer camp. i feel like we’re saying goodbye, or something.”

“no one’s saying goodbye,” steve rolled his eyes. “i’ll be seeing your little sunburnt face before i get the chance to miss you.”

robin glared at him.

“expect to see a lot of me this summer,” dustin added. “you won’t be able to get me away from that pool. or your nintendo.”

“great.” steve said sarcastically.

“you know,” you said, taking the s’mores steve was offering you. “even if we’re not saying goodbye, this is still our last night doing this. we can get emotional if we want.”

“no, don’t start!” will cried out. “you always cry when you make speeches.”

“i won’t make a speech.” you rolled your eyes. “i just want to say that… i never thought i’d have a friend group like this. that i’d ever feel this comfortable and happy. and, honestly, after all we’ve been through, i think we’re bonded for life.”

you gazed at your friends, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. “don’t you think?”

“yeah.” mike agreed, and the rest followed, agreeing quietly.

“i don’t think i could ever forget you guys.” max said. “even if i wanted to.”

lucas wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and she smiled, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

“whatever happens in the future, let’s promise to protect each other.” nancy spoke.

everyone nodded, a silent promise hanging in the air as the friends leaned against the person sitting next to them, looking for comfort in the people they trusted the most in the world. their family.

— ❀ —

everyone had already gone to sleep, but you lingered by the stairs with steve. it was your last night here. if something was meant to happen, it was now or never.

“so, last night here.” you commented, playing with your feet.

“yeah.” he chuckled awkwardly. “i mean, not mine. i live here. but yours.”

he didn’t say anything else, and neither did you. you looked everywhere except at each other.

“it’s been a… very insightful week.”

“totally.” you agreed, even though you weren’t sure what he meant by ‘insightful’.

steve finally looked at you, and you hesitantly looked back. the look in his eyes made your breath catch in your throat: you were pretty certain it was now.

“we should get some sleep. it’s late.” he concluded after a moment, putting his hands in the back pockets of his jeans.

“oh.” you nodded your head, furrowing your eyebrows, doing your best to hide your disappointment. “yeah, sure. goodnight.”

“goodnight.”

you motioned to go up the stairs, but he had to go upstairs too, so you ended up bumping against each other. you both chuckled awkwardly, walking together.

when you finally got upstairs, both of you glanced at each other’s respective rooms, lingering. okay, maybe downstairs wasn’t now or never, you thought. now was now or never. if he wanted to make a move, this was the perfect moment.

“alright. goodnight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.” he said and quickly walked away, shaking his head and muttering a ‘what?’ under his breath.

“uh, yeah, thanks.” you mumbled, walking into his room.

you shut the door behind you and rested your head against it, letting out a groan.

you turned and turned on the bed, but sleep wouldn’t come. you kept going over this past week, wondering if you had imagined all the longing glances and touches and subtle flirting.

wondering if the night at the pool, or the night when you had slept on the couch, or the morning at the supermarket hadn’t meant anything to him. like it meant to you.

not knowing was driving you crazy. so you decided to give in to your curiosity and impulsivity and got out of the bed, going over the things you were going to say when you confronted him.

but when you walked out of the room, you were surprised to find steve already in the hallway, wide-awake, his hair messy and his clothes wrinkled.

“oh, hi.” he said, startled.

“hi.” you replied, all your bravado and courage fading away as soon as you looked into his eyes.

“is everything okay?”

“yes, yeah. i was just… it’s nothing,” you chuckled sheepishly. “where were you going?”

“i, uh,” he looked away. “i just wanted to make sure you didn’t have another one of those nightmares.”

“oh,” you nodded your head. “yeah, i’m okay. thank you.”

“good. great.”

“i should…” you took a step back. “yeah, goodnight.”

being in steve’s presence was dangerous. especially when you were so worked up and sleepless and confused and he was looking like that.

you practically ran back to steve’s room, not daring to cast him another glance.

throwing yourself on the bed, you put the pillow over your head, trying not to scream. what were you doing? were you insane? you had almost ruined your friendship with steve just because you were being stupid over things that didn’t mean anything. not only that, but messing things up with steve would have perpetual consequences on the entire group, and you couldn’t do that. not when all of you had just promised you’d always be there for each other, no matter what.

naturally, you convinced yourself you should apologize to steve in case you had made things weird. so you got on your feet again, and you opened the door.

only steve was already there, his hand raised, about to knock.

and you forgot whatever it was that you wanted to tell him. you forgot about your worries and your fears and your imagination. you didn’t know what you had imagined and what you hadn’t, you just knew what you were feeling right now, as steve stood in front of you, his eyes showing an urgency that resembled your own.

you had spent the last hour going over possible things you could say, but at that moment, words were the last thing on your mind. because he was cupping your face with his hands and he was kissing you.

he was kissing you, and you didn’t waste a second before kissing him back, your hands finding its way to his hair. his mouth was warm and your hands moved about his body, pulling him towards you. it was just him, him and him and him.

he kissed you with so much force you stumbled back into the room, and he followed, his hands not leaving the grip on your waist. in one swift movement, he put one hand on the back of your neck, and he shut the door with the other.

– monday.

everyone was already in the car, except for you. you were standing with steve on his doorstep.

“so...”

“so…”

“are you busy tonight?”

“i haven’t even left yet and you already miss me?” you teased.

“maybe.” he grinned, and you felt so lucky, so ridiculously lucky, that you were the one he was dedicating that beautiful smile to.

“i’m free.”

“can i… pick you up?” he asked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “at seven, maybe?”

“sounds good.” you nodded, breaking into a smile. his gaze fell to your lips for a moment, before finding your eyes again.

“great.”

he kept playing with your fingers, simply gazing at you. you realized that it wasn’t that the whole world disappeared when he was looking at you. the world was still there, but he made it better.

steve placed one hand on your cheek, pulling you closer to him. he planted a soft, short kiss on your lips, before pulling away and planting another one on your nose.

“i’ll see you tonight.”

you said your goodbyes, and as you walked to the car, you were greeted by a tumult of screams and shouts as the kids cried out “i knew it! i knew it!”.

“yeah, yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes but not being able to erase the smile from your face. “now, seatbelts.”

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AN: I really like how this one turned out! I love it when I'm able to kind of switch POVs like I did in this one. If you enjoyed reading this or any of the other flufftober fics I've put out, please support me by reblogging! Anyway, See y'all tomorrow.

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When you woke up this morning it was to the sound of rain pattering against the roof of Hop’s cabin and the man himself gone from the bed you shared. You treasure the rain, Hop thinks it's kind of ridiculous how much you love the rain. When it was storming you would stop whatever you were doing and sit at the window with a blanket while you watched the downpour.

Today is no different, when you hear the shower outside you drag yourself out of bed. Taking the covers with you and walking into the bigger room of the cabin that held Hopper's big laz-y-boy chair and your own plush chair that you brought when you moved into his place. When you walked into the living room you were pleasantly surprised to see Jim already there. Holding a steaming cup of coffee in his hands and leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Mornin’” He called, sipping from his own mug and lifting the one next to him on the counter. “When I heard the rain I figured that you’d want to sit and watch it come down. Made you some coffee.” You took the mug from his hand and took a sip. It was exactly the way you liked it and your heart swelled with affection for the gruff man that you loved.

“Thanks, Hop,” you pushed yourself up on your toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Is Jane up yet?” You asked.

“No, figured I’d let her sleep in. Don’t have much to do today.”

“Well if you don’t have anything to do, would you want to sit and watch the rain with me?” You made your eyes bigger in the way you knew he couldn’t say no to and pushed your bottom lip out. “We could cuddle. And I could play with your hair the way you always say you don’t like but I know you really do?” Your offer was becoming even more difficult to refuse.

The sigh that your man let out was both defeated and adoring and you did a little happy dance in the kitchen when you realized you had won.

“Could you pull your chair over here so we can look out the window?” you asked pulling out the pouty look again.

Jim grumbled but acquiesced. When the large recliner was in the perfect position you grabbed him arm and pushed him down into the seat. Swiftly gripping your blanket and softly launching yourself into his lap.

Almost instantly his arms wrapped around you and you rested your head on the shoulder.

The silence between you and Jim was always comfortable. He had said that he was too old for mindless chatter and you didn’t like speaking unless you had something that needed to be said.

It could have been minutes or hours you have no idea, but eventually, you were joined in the chair by a curly-headed teenager still in her pjs. The chair wasn’t necessarily big enough for the three of you, but you would actually die before marking her get up and switch chairs.

Instead, you just pulled her closer to you and made sure she was comfortable with you both.

“I like the rain” she had softly whispered. And Jim let out an almost silent groan, mumbling into your neck about how you “corrupted his daughter”. You could only softly smile and try to stop yourself from imagining all of the future rain showers you’ll get to watch with your girl.

El never thought she would want another mom, she had really only met hers once but it seemed like it was enough. At least until you came into her life. She admired your strength, how you didn’t seem to care what others said, and how you yelled at Billy Hargrove for a full hour when you’d heard about how he had tormented her friends three years ago.

She didn’t think she would want another mom until she got one and now she never wanted to let you go.

Eventually though, after the third or fourth time, her stomach growled Hop made all of you move yourselves to the kitchen for a late breakfast which consisted of some buttermilk eggos for each of you. El topped hers with chocolate syrup, Hop topped his with some peanut butter and you added applesauce and honey.

Slowly the three of you ate and discussed plans for the upcoming week, who would drive El where. When Hop had the late shifts and what you’d need to pick up for groceries that week.

It was completely mundane and Jim couldn’t help but wonder if this is what his life would be like now. Now that there weren’t monsters to kill, Russians to defeat, or a little girl that needed to be kept hidden.

He wanted his life to be like this until he died. Lazy mornings with the girls he loves, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. Watching the way your eyes lit up when you watched the rain fall.

It was all worth it, he thinks. Because now he gets rainy days like this, and really, what more could he ask for?

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edb954 · 1 year

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Taking Back What’s Mine…

Henry Creel/001 x reader

(Summary: Peter/Henry/001 has come to take back what's his...)

(Warning!: Possessiveness, Dark!Henry, Manipulation, Yandere Themes, Forced Relationship, implications of violence and murder.)

When you first met Peter/Henry you thought he was sweet kind caring.

When you both started to call it a 'relationship' he became very different.. he became very possessive, Manipulative, and dare you say Jealous no matter who you talked too. Whether if it was one of the other faculty members or one of the children.

The one orderly you used to talk to all the time was Lucas, he was the first one you met in the lab, he showed you around as well as helped you when ever you needed it. One day, after he helped you with some files. You were called to Brenner office be told the god awful news that he had an accident in one of the experiment rooms and passed away.

You knew that it was an 'accident' you knew that someone had done it and you had the very suspicion that it was your 'boyfriend' Henry. You started to become, nervous...scared even, you didn't know what to do, so you went to Brenner... or tried to. Before, you could get to his office somebody wrapped a hand around your mouth, with a cloth wrapped around it, and dragged you into a room.

When you woke up, all you could hear was screams, gun shots, and the blaring of alarms. You opened your eyes to see a little girl with her knees to her chest not just any girl but, eleven. She looked even more terrified than you.

"011?" You asked to make sure it's her. She looked at you with teary eyes. You quickly got up and went over to her. "What happened? What's going on?"

"It's all my fault.. I trusted him.. b-but.." "Hey, eleven you need to calm down for me for a second and tell me what happened... please." I said, looking at her with pleading eyes.

"T-the blonde orderly... he said that him me and you would escape. I-I took the thing out of his neck so that we could a-and he has powers as well and k-kil-killed the men and brought me in here and showed me that he's 001. A-and now I-I think he's killing everyone else e-ev-even the other siblings." She explained with a shaky voice, and tears rolling down her eyes.

My breath got lodged in my throat. I knew it was him... "Eleven, did he show you a way out?" I asked, she nodded going over to a pipe. "T-this is where he said I could escape.." she said.

"Okay, eleven I need you to go in there and meet me outside okay.." "N-no I don't want to leave you here." She said. You sighed.

"O-okay. I need you to wrap your arms around my neck and also hide your face into my neck okay. Please do this for me. I'm going to get us out of here.." She nodded as I lifted her up and did as you told.

You took a deep breath and opened the door, as soon as you did you could have instantly gotten sick or fainted when you were faced with the smell of blood, seeing it everywhere along with bodies of staff members, guards, and the other children. You heard elevens breath hitch you put your arm on her hand whispering,"it's okay don't look.."

You began walking towards the office to get your keys, seeing more and more bodies blood, you came across the testing room where 010 and Brenner that was next to where you needed to get your keys, seeing both of them gone. You tried to stay as calm as possible for eleven but she could tell you were just as terrified. You quickly and quietly opened the door, got your keys and closed it. When you came back out, you heard a horrible high pitched scream not that faraway from where you were. You hesitantly looked over to see the bodies ended near the rainbow room. Your breath hitched.

Without another thought, you took off speed walking to get to the stairs so Eleven and you can both get out safely. Trying your best to not make any noise while you had eleven in your arms. Not looking back for a second you made it to the door to the stairs. Used the key card pushed the door open and took off running not caring how loud the door slammed. You ran as fast as you could with Eleven in your arms until you got your car. Putting Eleven in the back seat and you in the front, driving as far as possible from the awful place.

(Two years later)

After, that night at the lab you took Eleven to your home. You both decided you wanted a fresh start so you did or at least tried until El came across a group of kids looking for their friend Will Byers. You both decided to help them as well as Joyce, Jonathan, Nancy, and Hopper. Unfortunately the lab had found both of you but thank the heavens the demogorgans got them.

After, that huge fiasco Hopper let you both stay at his cabin in the woods to protect El and you. You couldn’t be more grateful the three of you became close it felt like an actual family. It was peaceful for awhile. Until, their was more problems going on with Will and more demogorgans. El going missing or well to find her true parents, to reuniting with everyone, to closing the gate to the upside down, and to Now, Eleven was currently hanging out with the gang and her newest friend Max.

While, you were peacefully reading on the porch of the cabin. You got up to start some cleaning to help hopper out a bit when you suddenly heard a all to familiar voice behind you..

“Y/n..” You slowly turn around to see him.

“W-what h-how d-“

"Oh, Y/n I told you I'd come back for you.." He took a step closer, which made you back up into a wall. "Didn't I?"

You still couldn't believe he was right in front you after all this time, thinking you and Eleven had gotten away. Of course, you were wrong.

“I’ve missed you so much. I tried to find you ever since.” He said, caressing your cheek.

You slapped his hand away and tried to push him away but because of his damn mind powers he kept you in place.

“I went back to the room but you weren’t their… you left.. without me…” he wrapped a hand around your neck forcing you to look at him. “We’re you just going to leave me their? Hm? After all of our plans we had made?”

“T-those plans changed after, I found out who you really are and for what you have done!” I snapped.

“I did it for us baby. So that we could be free.” “What about the children? They didn’t have to die.. you didn’t need to kill them..” you said tears streaming down.

“Oh.. but I did.. the hurt you and Eleven. Why do you still cry for them Y/n after everything they to the both of you? You think you need them, but you don't. You don't. Oh, but I know you're just scared. I was scared once too. I know what it's like to be different. To be alone in this world.” He said, wiping away your tears.

“Come with me.. Come back to me…” He said.

“A-and if I don’t come with you..” you asked.

You saw his eyes go dark with a sinister look.

“Then, I will make sure everything for you hell. Either way you will be coming with me with or without your permission..” he showed you what would happen if you didn’t (which is pretty much everything that happens in seasons 3 and 4) he grabbed your jaw so that you are now fully looking at him. “Your Mine! You belong to me! And I’m not letting you go this time!”

“I-i will come with you.. but please leave them alone.. I will do anything, I won’t run, I won’t get help, I will give up everything… , just please just leave them out of it… please. No more..” you asked with tears. He looked at you for a moment debating then smirking.

“As you wish darling.”

And, with that you packed some of your things and left both Hopper and El letters. Before, taking Henry’s hand and leaving.

You’d be lying if you didn’t still have any feelings. Those just don’t just go away. You knew he’d find you and bring you back to him. Tho it hurts you for what he has done and leaves you feeling guilty and a bit disgusted. But, You had no other choice to save your friends family Hawkins. You had to do it. You had no choice.

You knew you could never escape him.. like Henry said you were his so he took back what’s his…

Word count: 1542

(A/n: Oop! I have chills anyone else?😂 I hope this story makes sense also, let me know if I should do a part 2 too this! I’d be up for it! Also let me know what y’all think! Talk to y’all soon bye!)

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sunricecake · 2 years

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💭 stranger things girls + how they'd be with your little sibling

feat. max mayfield, eleven / jane hopper, chrissy cunningham, nancy wheeler, robin buckley

a/n : this is gonna be more personal cos the thought of them bonding with my baby sister has been consuming my headspace lately and i needed to get it out of my system

MAX

congratulations you just gave your sibling a partner in crime. these two will conspire against you and pull pranks on you all the time. them snickering mischievously together is never a good sign. when you turn down a request from your sibling, she'd team up with them and plead alongside them. “pretty please, we're asking so nicely 🥺🥺” she enables their devilish side so much tsk tsk

ELEVEN

she'd be kinda aloof at first but once she opens up !! they'd have the most fun together :'))) being with your sibling brings out her inner child sm. they'd make stuff like cards, clay figures, bracelets, etc. which they show to you proudly. on her lucky days, el even gets to convince your sibling to help her make little surprises for you cos she loves you that much. tho she'd probably tease you a lot by saying your sibling's more fun than u lol

CHRISSY

bro your sibling falls for her right away when they see her (can't blame them tbh). they'd brag about stealing her from you and using up all the quality time chrissy should've been spending with you 😭 they'd think she's so cool for being a cheerleader and becomes her biggest fan. chrissy would be so doting towards them and she'd love to teach them how to do their makeup, nails, dress up with them, etc.

NANCY

she'd be kinda strict at first cos it comes with being the eldest daughter but she still tries her best to win over your sibling's favor. she wouldn't get pushed around much like the others but after a few tries she'd usually cave in, making your sibling promise to not tell you lest they both get in trouble. she'd def love to read them stories to bed and would kiss them on the forehead when they're asleep i just know it

ROBIN

becomes their bestest friend. the best friend card that you earned from being their sibling is gonna be revoked sorry that's just how it is. they'd be sooo hyper together it makes you go are you babysitting or am i? once all their energy is spent you'd find them snuggled together on the couch sobs. also every time robin rambles about how much she loves you (which is often) your sibling would do a fake gag cos of how tired they are of hearing it

#shortcakes 🎀#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff #max mayfield x reader #eleven x reader #jane hopper x reader #chrissy cunningham x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #stranger things scenarios

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ironwhoore · 2 years

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oh! im okay!

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warnings: NONE

pairings: jane hopper x kinda bimbo!reader because YES

you knock on the door repeatedly until it opens to present an annoyed joyce byers but when she sees it’s you she smiles instantly,

“hello y/n!”

“hey ms. byers! can i come in?”

“of course,” she opens the door wider and as you step in she shouts, “JANE, Y/N IS HERE!” foot steps are heard pattering downstairs and jane comes down and beams at you,

“you’re here!”

“i brought you gifts!” you chirp, gesturing towards the bag under your arm,

“what kind of gifts?”

you grin at her devilishly, “you’re gonna have to see when we get upstairs!” you turn the corner into the kitchen and see jane’s dad grabbing something out of the fridge, “hey chief!” you salute him and he chuckles to himself. jane tells you she’ll be setting a few things up and then coming to get you and excuses herself,

“hello y/n, what’s in the bag?”

“a gift for jane!” you beam at him, to which he smiles at you. whenever you walked into the byers/hopper home you seemed to brighten the mood so they enjoyed your company, you carried on conversation with jim seeing jane grabbing snacks and drinks and hurrying to her room to put them up there and then coming back down and grabbing more. you went over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water when you felt a tug on your sleeve,

“do you want to go upstairs now?” jane asks smiling,

“mhm! here! don’t open it until i get up there, i’m gonna grab a bottle of water!” you hand her the bag and watch as she makes her way upstairs. you open the fridge grab your water and head to janes room, you trip on the second to last step upstairs and jane is there and looks worried, “oh! i’m okay!”

“are you okay up there?” joyce’s voice calls from the living room,

“i fell but i’m okay!” you shout back giggling, jane helps you up and you walk into her room.

“you can open it now!”

jane opens the gift and when she sees what’s inside she gives you a look of confusion, she grabs one of the cassette tapes out of the bag and examines it, “what’s this?”

“basically just a bunch of cassettes i got for you! i also got you a walkman because will said you like to listen to music so i just got you music i think you’d like!” you take the bag out of her hand and start listing off the artists, “there’s journey, blondie, madonna, bowie, queen, michael jackson, and abba!”

the next 25 minutes consists of you showing jane how to use the walkman and her listening to the first few minutes of some of the cassettes. when you’re done she looks at you like you’ve hung the stars, “this is very cool!” then she grabs your arm and the walkman and you make your way down stairs. joyce and jim are seen talking in the kitchen when they’re met with a beaming jane hopper,

“y/n got me a walkman!” she hands it to joyce who takes it in hand wide eyed,

"oh my gosh y/n, how much did you spend?"

you wake a second to ponder that, how much did you spend? "uhhhhhhhhhh like $120? i mean most of the cassette tapes are my old ones, like the sheer heart attack one by queen and a day at the races by queen." you snap your fingers which makes jane jump a little, "damn it! i forgot the hounds of love cassette at my house!" you whine,

"wait you spent $120?" jane gasps, "thats a lot right?"

"i dont think its that much is it? i mean you haven't told me your birthday yet, so what if i already missed it? plus i have to make up for all the birthday's I've already missed!" you ramble.

#jane hopper x y/n #jane hopper x reader #jane hopper x you #jane hopper #el hopper x reader #el hopper #eleven #eleven x reader #stranger things fluff #bimbo!reader #clumsy!reader #jane hopper x bimbo!reader

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planetsteddie · 2 years

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ꫝ꠸ᦓ ᧁ꠸᥅ꪶ♡

pairing(s): eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: In which, eddie wasn't the one to show up at his door the night of chrissy's death and first drug deal.

WARNING(S)!!!: fluff, cursing, and barely any dialogue

(chrissy's death didn't happen)

(we are going to pretend that instead of eddie driving her to his trailer she walked or biked idfk)

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At Eddie's trailer, y/n and said boy were fast asleep in his bed. She had spent the previous night and stayed. Y/n cuddled further into Eddie, burrowing her head into the crook of his neck.

The boy mumbled in his sleep and continued to cuddle his girlfriend, completely forgetting about some business he was supposed to take care of.

While the happy and comfortable couple were sleeping, Chrissy had pulled up to the front of Eddie's trailer. She nervously let in a breath, trying to calm her heart rate. She got off her bike living it in the grass and walked up to the lit porch of the Munson's trailer.

Bringing her fist shakily to the door, she knocked hesitantly.

Slightly hearing the knocking, the half-asleep couple groaned at the person at the door at such an hour. Y/n lifted her head up a bit to look at Eddie was quite literally passed the fuck out.

She rolls her eyes and slaps his chest, the action does nothing. Said girl groggily gets up from the comfort of her boyfriend's chest and bed. Walking out the room, she peeks out the window to see who's at the door.

Confused she opens the door to the one and only Chrissy Cunningham. Y/n was extremely confused as to why such a girl was on 'this' side of town let alone at Eddie 'The Freak' Munson's trailer.

She looks at the girl still tired. She sighs and covers her eyes from the exposure of light.

Chrissy stands there surprised to see a girl in a Hellfire shirt (preferably Eddie's) at the door. She opens her mouth to say something still shocked and still quite nervous, "Who are you?"

Y/n stares at the shocked and confused girl. Said girl yawns and replies, " Y/n L/n, Eddie's girlfriend. What are you doing here?"

Chrissy doesn't know how to say she's here for drugs. She knows that if anyone found out that she was buying drugs let alone spending an inch of her time with Eddie. She would be ruined.

Y/n looked at the cheerleader waiting for an answer. The cheer captain shook her head and responded, "Um...Eddie told me to meet him here for.. the um-" she was cut off by Y/n understanding " Oh wow! I'd never thought I'd see the day where a cheerleader was buying drugs nonetheless from Eddie."

She tilts her head back and says, "Come on in princess. I'll wake up Eddie so he can get your 'goods' "

The blonde walked into the Munson residence looking around. She stays smack dab in the middle of the trailer.

(or where she was standing in the episode)

Y/n walked off to her boyfriends room to find him still sleeping like a baby. She admired him for a mere second and then rolled her eyes and walked up to him. She started to shake trying to get him up.

Y/n was never one to be gentle especially when she's annoyed and tired.

"Eddie get the fuck up."

As a response he groaned and threw the blanket over his head.

She sighed and shook as roughly as she could. It didn't do shit. Y/n huffed and slouched until an idea came to mind.

She smirked at her idea. Climbing on top of him and planting herself on his legs. She leaned down and began too.........

tickle him...

Eddie immediately responded with a laugh. He started to wheeze. He tried to stop her and repeatedly said, "Ok..Ok! I'm up. Jesus H. Christ I'm up."

Chrissy hears the laughter of the supposed 'Freak Couple' and smiles.

Y/n still planted on his wraps her arms around his neck and plays with his hair. Oh how she loved his long, dark, luscious locks. She whispered in his ear, "Miss. Prissy Pants is here for a deal."

His eyes widened in remembrance. He picked her up and she tightened her legs around him while he looked for 'the goods'.

He finally found it rushed out of his room while still keeping her safely around his torso. Walking to Chrissy slightly out of breath from running around. "There you go princess. Pleasure doing business with ya."

Chrissy smiled at the boy and his girl.

Walking out of the trailer and off the porch. She picked up her bike and rode back home.

The couple walked back (more like Eddie) to the bedroom and plopped down on the bed. Eddie on top of Y/n started planting multiple kisses all over his face.

She laughed at him and with him.

All Chrissy thought about was that...

They are the perfect couple

Meanwhile with Eddie and Y/n. The two cuddled up in bed slowly regaining the sleep they lost.

They both muttered small 'I love you's' to each other and fell asleep with a smile on their face.

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i know short but cute

i love eddie so much he's just soooooo adorable

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sailorwritesstuff · 2 years

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#Stranger things Masterlist

Request open for all characters but Billy (Closed for a couple of days)

𝕯ustin 𝕳enderson

The Hat

Dustin and Reader are running late and Dustin can't seem to find his hat.

Honey-Bun

Dustin finds himself getting tackled by an excited cheerleader screaming his name in front of his friends. They have questions.

Doll shopping

Older! Dustin and Reader need to get groceries but reader won't let them past the toy section.

Hi Captain.

blurb + headcanons of Dustin working at scoops ahoy with steve and robin for a summer job and falling in love.

Meet the Friends pt2 [black! Reader]

Dustin forgets about lunch with the Byers in town and his girlfriend mets his friends in a less than ideal way.

Rest and Heal, Hobbit.

Dustin won't let his leg heal. You have to make him. (Au where Eddie doesn't croak it 💀 just gets hurt.)

𝕾teve 𝕳arrington

You think I'm pretty, baby? [black reader]

Steve likes to watch his girl when he thinks she can't see him. She can.

Purple Rain [black reader]

Steve and his girlfriend disagree on the Dustin's hair for the snowball dance. The down side of having two hair perfectionist as "parents"

"Steve...why does my baby look like white Prince?"

𝕷ucas 𝕾inclair

Poly Lumax Headcanons pt. 2

How I think dating Max and Lucas would go

Poly Lumax incorrect quotes

3 dumbasses in a relationship

Mandatory Lunch date

Lucas and cheerleader s/o headcanons + short fic

𝕵ane 𝕳opper

Poly ElMax Headcanons.

California girl [cw: Cheating]

El mets someone new in California and doesn't understand how her actions affect other people.

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venusjaynie · 11 months

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st social media au pt2

no real story line here, just another stranger things social media fic!

ST social media au masterlist here

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itsbuckleybitch

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itsbuckleybitch: folks, here we have steven marigold harrington in his natural habitat; stacking videos at our shitty job in a shitty video store

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stevie.h: buckley that is not my name and you know it

↳ itsbuckleybitch: do i know that?

↳ stevie.h: i hate you

y/ns.priv24: babe you look depressed af in this

↳ stevie.h: aw thank you baby. you're so kind

b.hargrove: cheer up harrington. munsons party's tonight

↳ stevie.h: i know dude. it's the only thing getting me through this gd shift

↳ itsbuckleybitch: hey dingus i think i'm making this shift a little more bareable

↳ stevie.h: um. no.

b.hargrove

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b.hargrove: the ladies say im almost as hot as my camaro

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y/ns.priv24: your tits look good in this

↳ b.hargrove: go fuck yourself

↳ y/ns.priv24: i took that photo. i was there. don't act as if you didn't pull your jacket back to show off your chest, and don't even try to convince everyone that that's a candid pic. it took you 45 minutes and 30024 poses to get the one you wanted.

↳ thefreakmunson: jesus christ. that was harsh kid

stevie.h: tbh hargrove, my girlfriend wasn't lying when she said your tits look good

↳ y/ns.priv24: steve i appreciate you agreeing with me (for once smh) but can you stop flirting with billy for one second

↳ itsbuckleybitch: yeah dingus, shes right. its getting out of hand

↳ stevie.h: as if you didn't kiss my gf at her birthday party when you were drunk

↳ y/ns.priv24 : that was a birthday kiss. doesn't count. it was robs present to me

↳ stevie.h: oh my god

stevie.h

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stevie.h: found this absolute fuckin gem in my snapchat memories

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y/ns.priv24: amazing. spectacular. this picture is like a christmas present i love it.

itsbuckleybitch: harrington take this down right now

↳ stevie.h: hm... nah

nanceewheeler: robin looking cute as ever

↳ itsbuckleybitch: nance stop im blushing

↳ johnnybyers: buckley stop hitting on my girlfriend

↳ nanceewheeler: byers don't tell my girlfriend what to do

↳johnnybyers: what the fuck is going on

↳ itsbuckleybitch: HA i stole your girl

willthewise

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willthewise: that was some good pasta.

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LucassSinclair: where tf are you guys?

↳ ElOhEl: idk like a parking lot somewhere? i could be wrong max drove us here

↳ b.hargrove: max did what?

↳ ElOhEl: she drove us here in your car

↳ madmaxx: whaaaaaaaaat

↳ b.hargrove: youve got some explaining to do when you get home maxine

stevie.h: is that my dog???

↳ y/ns.priv24: our** dog. but yeah is that ceasar?

↳ thefreakmunson: pfft you named your dog after a salad? that's stupid

↳ y/ns.priv24: no dumbass he's names after julius ceasar. like the famous roman general

↳ thefreakmunson: ...i knew that i was just kidding

y/ns.priv24

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y/ns.priv24: uncle billy brought ceasar back. major slay

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b.hargrove: never call me uncle billy again

↳ stevie.h: hargrove shut up i could see the big cheesey grin on your face when you read "uncle billy"

↳ b.hargrove: dammit steve

itsbuckleybitch: i love how no one has commented some shit like 'cant tell whos cute billy or the dog' cause we all know the answer already

↳ b.hargrove: aw thanks rob

↳ itsbuckleybitch: no man i meant my pal ceasar

↳ b.hargrove: im leaving this friend group

johnnybyers

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johnnybyers: guys my mom just sent me this im so confused

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y/ns.priv24: shut up this is so cute

↳ johnnybyers: okay but why is she sending me this shit

↳ nanceewheeler: cause theyre in love and they wanna show it

↳ y/ns.priv24: maybe. that doesnt sound like mom or hopper though. i reckon mom knew you'd post this and she just wanted some clout

↳ johnnybyers: you're so right

itsbuckleybitch: john your mom is hot

↳ johnnybyers: not cool dude

↳ b.hargrove: i agree with buckley

↳ y/ns.priv24: you guys make me sick

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CRUEL SUMMER - '85, PII

summary: . . . the year Eddie Munson doesn’t give a fuck about not having graduated when he’s gotta save the girl so he can get the girl. (in which Eddie is in ST3 and reader is basically Heather Holloway) ┊ Eddie Munson x Flayed!Reader┊ Main Masterlist - Series Masterlist - PI - PIII

chapter summary: . . . when you didn’t show up to meet him at your spot after your shift at Hawkins’ Community Pool, Eddie takes your sudden disappearance into his own hands and discovers he’s not the only one in town who has.

chapter warning: pining, billy hargrove, ‘unrequited’ love, angst, fluff, insecurity, jealousy, mind control I guess, and Eddie trying not to get arrested

Eddie wasn't in the best of moods.

When you hadn’t shown, he had thought maybe you were still mad at him for having to cancel the previous day, but when he’d went by your place, he hadn’t seen your bike leaning up against the side of your house. Nor had you been in your room when he scaled your roof to get to your bedroom window.

If he hadn’t gotten arrested last week, he would have camped out in his van in front of your house. But seeing as how he’d manage to. . . step away from the situation before he’d actually been booked, he couldn’t risk someone reporting a creepy van just parked on your street.

He’d tried calling, but caught your mother just as they were preparing to go out of town to visit a relative and she had told him you called from a friend’s house to let her know you’d be spending the night, and that drove him even crazier. You’d ditched him to hang out with someone else? He’d definitely fucked up. Why couldn’t you just talk to him? Yell at him? Why’d you have to go and make him feel ten times guiltier? And who the fuck was this friend? You hadn’t told him about anyone else you hung out with, hadn’t even mentioned any names other than those of your co-workers, but you weren’t friends with any of them.

Fuck, he had to find you. You could be mad at him in person, that’d be fine, because then you’d be mad at boyfriend Eddie. Not friend Eddie.

To become your boyfriend, Eddie first had to tell you how he felt, and you were making it plenty difficult to do so. He mused it was karma for having waited so long to acknowledge his feelings for you in the first place while you were nothing but patient, kind, goofy, and seemingly ready to wait for him forever.

Yeah, this had to be karma.

He could’t even sleep, having tossed and turned all night.

Something didn’t feel right about any of this and the sooner he saw your pretty face, the better.

Instead of driving past your house again, Eddie made his way to the community pool. You’d mentioned earlier on in the week you’d probably be covering for Heather Holloway today, and you couldn’t ignore him on the job. Well, you could, but Eddie wasn’t above pretending to drown to get your attention. In fact, he was pretty sure you’d find a public declaration of his love pretty endearing, too romantic to whack him with a floaty. He ran a hand through his drenched hair—courtesy of a little summer rain—as he approached the open counter. Joey Mitchell, Hawkins graduate of ’83 and overall jerk, and Zoe Reynolds looked to be doing anything but their jobs. He’d asked them if they’d seen you and got absolutely nowhere with them. “She flaked, man. Why don’t you do the same?” Joey didn’t even bother glancing up at him as he flipped through whatever the fuck he was reading. Zoe was doing her best to look attractive while she drank a soda, her gaze openly trailing over Eddie.He did his best to keep from rolling his eyes. He and Zoe had hooked up one day after he’d stopped by to pay you a visit, but she proved to be another girl who wanted him in private—not public. He hadn’t really wanted her either way, but he was a man with an itch he had to scratch.

“Thanks for being absolutely fucking useless, Joey. Glad to see you haven’t changed.” Joey flipped him off and Zoe laughed as he stepped aside, leaning against the building beside a vending machine while he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Alright. So, you weren’t at home and you weren’t at work, so you must have still been with that friend you told your mom about. Who the fuck was that? Eddie was so lost in thought, he hadn’t noticed the two girls approach the counter he had previously been occupying, he was only pulled from his head when he heard Joey say your name. “I’ll get it back to her.” He managed to hear Joey say as Eddie shifted closer to eavesdrop. “We could give it back to her.” The girl with the short hair had something in her hand. Eddie recognized it as the lifeguard fanny pack you carried around. What was she doing with it? “You could. ‘Cept she’s not here. Bailed on me today.” When they didn’t leave fast enough for his liking, Joey added, “What is this? You girls want a reward or something?” Definitely still an asshole. Eddie was about to step in, but the redhead had it covered. “Nope. We’re just good samaritans.”

The one with the short hair approached the community board and he could see her staring intensely at a photo of you coming out of the pool. It was a photo he, too, stared at when he dropped by. “Hey—where’d you get that?” Eddie pushed himself off the wall, revealing his hiding place as he stared down at your fanny pack in her hand.

She glanced down at it then back at him, eyebrows pinched together. “I found it. Billy—’’ “—is off today. Billy is off today.” The redhead interrupted as she made her way to the other girl’s side. Eddie squinted down at them, tongue pressing against his cheek. The redhead looked familiar.

“You’re Hargrove’s little sister, right?” Red didn’t seem super excited with the title. “What’s it to you?” “You’ve got my best friend’s property in your possession. And unlike our little concierge over there,” Eddie gestured to where the counter was. “I care. A lot. Start talking.” The girls exchanged a look that Eddie knew meant he wasn’t going to get the whole story. “She, uh, left it at my house. Must have forgot it.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up so far they almost got caught in his hairline, shock nearly stopping his heart. “I see. And what was she doing at your house?” Red crossed her arms, looking entirely unimpressed with being questioned. “She and Billy must have been hanging out or something after work.” Eddie didn’t like that ‘or something’. He actually didn’t like any of it. “Pack. Now, please.” The timid looking one reluctantly handed the object to him, hushing Red’s protests. “Thanks.” Eddie stormed out of the entrance turning to look over his shoulder just in time to see them yank your photo from its place. He placed your pack on his passenger seat as soon as he got back in the van, absolutely fuming. He was trying to keep it together, but this was all wrong. Everything was wrong. Eddie needed a distraction. The van roared to life before he pulled out onto the road, ready to drive around for a couple of hours until he had his head together. You were supposed to meet him yesterday, you hadn’t. Your mom had told him you slept over at a friend’s house, and now Eddie was hearing you’d been with Billy Hargrove. Billy fucking Hargrove. He knew the history between you two. Eddie hadn’t known you all that well then, back when Billy first moved to Hawkins the previous Fall. That’s when it all started between you and Eddie. The grounds for your whole friendship. You couldn’t believe it. The hot, new guy in school was interested in you. He’d made quite the impression on everyone his first few weeks, girls were infatuated and boys wanted to be him. He’d even dethroned Steve, who was now just Steve instead of King Steve. You hadn’t had a whole lot of run-ins with Steve Harrington, but the few times you had, he treated you just like your whole ‘friend’ group did. So it had pleased you to know he’d been knocked from that high shelf he sat himself on.

Then the man who’d done it approached you after school to ask if you wanted to go to the game with him. You hated most sports, but you couldn’t miss out on that opportunity. It had been freezing, he had even offered you his jacket, and everyone treated you so much nicer that night. Then he’d driven you home, kissed you goodnight on your porch and sent you on your way. That was how he’d ensnared you in his web, from then on he’d just lead you on. Occasionally taking you out but usually cancelling extremely last minute—which made Eddie feel worse to think about since he’d done the same just the other day—he also made numerous attempts to gaslight you. You could see through it all of course, but you went along with it anyways. Because that’s how high school went for you. It was right after a pep rally, you’d scrubbed yourself raw to remove any sweat—technically, and boy was it a technicality because your mom was the cheer coach and she’d be embarrassed if her daughter wasn’t on the team, you were part of the cheer squad but seeing as how you were on the bottom of the totem pole, you were often forced into the school mascot costume—and done your makeup exceptionally well so you looked beautiful when you approached Billy and his friends by his locker to confirm your plans for the night. “Hey, Billy!” Your arms tightened around the binder you held just under the bust of your chest. Billy was a boobs type of guy, so anything you did to draw attention to them or enhance them guaranteed you a little bit of his attention. Pathetic, but seeing as how there were plenty of other girls you knew he was also quietly taking out with bra sizes larger than yours, it’s what you had to do. “Are we still good for tonight? Dinner and a movie?” Billy made an obviously fake wince, sucking in some air.

“Sorry, babe, I totally forgot Richy’s throwing a party tonight. Can’t leave my best man hanging, right?”

You knew he was talking to you, but his statement seemed to be directed to his friends. Richy, the gangly boy who had once asked you if you wanted to give him a handjob on the bus, freshman year—completely out of the blue and you had said no—highfived Billy.

“Yeah, no that’s totally fine. You should have fun with your friends.” You shrugged, as if you weren’t going to verbally abuse them all and yourself in your head in just a few minutes.

“Knew you’d understand.” Billy pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger, stroking just under it before he and his friends headed towards the doors leading to the parking lot despite the classes they still had.

You made your way to your locker, unfortunately somewhat close to Billy’s, making fun of yourself the whole time as you muttered, “Hey, Billy! Ready to blow me off again? Yeah, not a problem. Saw it coming. Do you want to ask me on a makeup date so you can do it again, or are you bored of wasting my time yet?”

You quickly entered the combination of your lock, aggressively shaking it when it refused to budge the first couple of times and threw your binder in.

Just as you were about to reach into your backpack, Beverly Winston and the rest of your clique came around the corner, actually stopping to greet you instead of waiting for you to chase after them.

“You coming to Richy’s party with Billy tonight?” The girls behind her giggled and you recognized they were aware of something you didn’t know.

“He told me about it.” Is all you could say, because you knew Billy had actively avoided inviting you. Which made sense, other than that brief kiss on your porch last month, he hadn’t been all that affectionate with you. Not in public, at least.

Beverly smirked, glancing behind her to exchange looks with the other girls. “See you around.”

They didn’t wait for your reply before they abruptly left, and you found yourself shouting out, “Maybe I’ll go and meet you guys there…?”

They didn’t acknowledge it, actually you thought they started walking faster.

“So you guys can just spend the whole party trying to lose me in crowds.” You sighed, feeling frustrated and fed up with the whole situation. “Bunch of fucking—"

You inhaled sharply as you slammed your locker door shut only to see Eddie Munson leaning up against his, four lockers down from you.

“Oh, shit. You scared me, Eddie.”

“I have that affect on people.” He shrugged, eyes roaming over the students filling the hall. It looked like he was searching for someone.

“Yeah, well, not in that way. I’m not afraid of you.” You were, however, afraid of being late to Click’s class. God, that lady was a nightmare. “Bye, Eddie.”

You had just managed to walk past him when he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“You know he’s fucking around with you, right?”

You flushed with embarrassment, trying not to let your posture fall.

“Who’d you see him with?”

“Kathy Cosgrove.”

Fuck. She definitely had a bigger bra size. “That bitch.” No wonder she looked extra smug when she’d bumped into you at the rally. Eddie snorted, pulling his arm back to cross them over his chest as he leaned back into the locker. “What did you expect? Did you think Hargrove actually liked you?”

Well, that definitely hurt your feelings. It was probably obvious to Eddie, too, because his eyes immediately softened and his posture relaxed. “Shit, I didn’t mean it like that.” “No, it’s okay. I get it. They’re running in fast times, and I’m not as fast, I guess.” You blinked a couple of times, frowning as you willed the wetness on your waterline away by sheer force. You were not about to cry during school hours. Crying was reserved for after school hours, only. “It’s not like I haven’t noticed that.” “Then why do you try to keep up?” His question seemed entirely curious, and you licked your lower lip, pulling it between your teeth as you thought of an answer. “I dunno.” Except you did. “Wait, no I’m lying. I know you hate conformity, forced conformity, whatever, but look at them.” You both looked over the sea of high school students, the hall all a buzz with chatter. “They all look so happy. Sure, not all of them are actually happy below the surface, but the ones that are. . . I’m jealous of them. They come to school feeling accepted. They fit in, they have friends who like them, they go to class, hang out with those friends at lunch, then they leave school; still feeling accepted. And they get to hang out with their friends afterwards, and have a good time being young, stupid teenagers. I don’t know. I guess I just want to be one.”

You liked to imagine yourself at a lunch table filled with laughter and faceless friends, everyone at the table is having a good time, they’re joking with each other—you included—talking about the latest thing that happened in the group. You’d be sat in a chair, or maybe on someone special’s lap, an arm slipped around broad shoulders; happy amongst friends. But no. You didn’t have that.

You sat on the outskirts of the table, always trying to chime in but never heard. “They’re all ignorant, Sunshine.” Eddie dismissed, though he was eyeing you carefully. “Ignorance is bliss.” You spotted Kathy coming out of the girls restroom with her friends, her head thrown back in laughter. “At this point, I’d kill for some bliss.” “I don’t know about murder, but I think I might have a temporary solution for your problem.” That’s how you ended up smoking with Eddie in his van. He’d been on a bit of a tolerance break, so the joint even had him giggly. “She didn’t want me smoking too much, didn’t want her friends or family to smell it on her.” Since Eddie was aware of your terrible love life, you deemed it only fair that he tell you about his, so he’d told you about the latest girl to catch his fancy. Only, he’d been playing coy about telling you her name.

“Who, Eddie, who? C’mon you already know I’m letting Billy drag me around. It can’t get any more pathetic than that.”

“Chrissy.” He blurted out and you gasped. You weren’t expecting her. “Chrissy Cunningham??” Your mind trailed through every interaction you’d ever had with her. She was a sweet girl. She’d been a little mean freshman year, but it must have been something she grew out of because Chrissy had been an absolute doll since, not a mean or rude bone in her body. “As in, recently started dating Jason Carver, Chrissy Cunningham?” His eyes squeezed shut, fingers reaching up to rub his lids. “That’s the one. It ended like three weeks ago, we weren’t public or anything but we were . . . I thought we were something. Until, well, yeah.” Until Jason finally put an end to his and Chrissy’s will they-wont they thing they had going on since the sixth grade by showing up on her doorstep—apparently he had been waiting for her the entire day, according to Chrissy when she’d described the event in the locker room—one day after she’d been out with a friend. You recognized that it was most likely a cover for having been with Eddie. Jason had poured his heart out to her, informed her that he didn’t expect anything back, just needed her to know if she ever felt alone, he’d be there waiting for her, regardless of how long it may take her to be able to approach him about anything. She’d let Eddie down gently the next day. Didn’t stop him from hurting, though. “Well, Eddie,” He lifted his arm to peak over at you as you crawled closer. “I think you and I just became best friends.” And you had. From that moment on your friendship began to develop quickly. You’d stopped talking to Billy, he hadn’t put much effort into trying and you also started noticing things you definitely didn’t like about him. Like how he was the personification of garbage. You still tried your hardest to fit in, but your efforts were wasted, even more so now that you were friends with Eddie.

You didn’t care about that last part though, not when you got to spend so much time hanging out and joking with Eddie. You’d even helped him with some of his girl troubles, though he had to pry things about your romantic life out of you. Eddie enjoyed the hell out of having you around, he hadn’t realized how much until you mentioned that Patrick McKinney had asked you out before summer break and you told Patrick you’d think it over. Then you confided in Eddie that you didn’t see a reason to say no to Patrick; he was the sweetest of the jocks, very respectful towards women, surprisingly funny and you were attracted to him, too. Eddie did not enjoy the hell out of that. In fact, shortly after you had left, he’d had a breakdown over it, which he didn’t think was all that fair given his track record with women during the duration of your friendship compared to your history with other people. He didn’t know exactly when you developed feelings for him, but he knew you had them. And you’d still helped him out with his dates when he needed it. Part of him mused that it was because all his dates were flings. He never really saw them more than twice, and he knew they weren’t permanent. But with Patrick, you were right. Dude was the most decent out of the jocks and he wasn’t entirely sure you two wouldn’t be compatible. You could end up with him forever, get married, have cute little babies, a white picket fence and that scared the shit out of Eddie because it was him you were supposed to end up with forever. Him you were supposed to marry. His cute little babies you were supposed to have. He’d been dealing to a new customer (and a surprising one at that) when the epiphany hit him. Or rather, Chrissy managed to point out how he was obviously in love with you during their drug deal and he knew she was entirely right. You belonged with him. Not Patrick McKinney and certainly not Billy knock-off George Michaels Hargrove. Maybe Eddie had waited too long. Hargrove was a dick, but he wasn’t stupid. Probably used this opportunity as your co-worker to weasel his way back into your life.

When you told him who you’d be working with, Eddie tried valiantly and victoriously to not drive to his house and beat the shit out of him. Anything to get him to stay away from you. He never trusted him, especially because Billy got to see you in that tight, red swimsuit that occupied Eddie’s fantasies while he didn’t. “Fuck!” He yelled, fist coming down on the steering wheel hard. He’d been driving around for hours, the grey sky had darkened significantly and he needed answers. To hell with it.

Eddie’s tires screeched as he flipped a bitch—a U-turn—and sped into your neighborhood, tired of just circling it.

He hastily pulled up against the curb outside of your house, casting a bewildered look outside of the driver’s window at the girls in red and orange staring at him from your driveway. “What the hell—are you her fan club or something?” He yelled, hopping out of the van and slamming the door shut as he squinted in an effort to keep the raindrops out of his eyes. It was a rhetorical question, if you had a fan club, he’d be the President. “Is this her house?” Red asked, stiff and uncertain. Eddie stopped in front of them, mouth pressed into a thin line as he felt that feeling return again; the one that told him something was seriously wrong with the events taking place. Like you were in trouble. His Sunshine senses were tingling off the fucking radar.

“Yeah, why?”

They didn’t tell him anything, just exchanged those not so secretive looks with each other as they hurried in front of him. The little shits didn’t even bother knocking, just walked right in. Eddie wasn’t about to be shown up, nor did he like the sense of foreboding that seemed to waft from the house the moment they opened the door and he hurried in after them, hissing, “I know your class is probably in the middle of reading Goldilocks and the Three Bears, but breaking and entering is a crime.” One he had done several times. They shushed him as they made their way to the main hall, looking at your family photos as they went. Eddie tried not to let his eyes linger too much, his heart was starting to ache with longing. God, it had been too long since he’d last seen you. Three days, still much too long for his liking, and he’d make sure, if—by the grace of god at this point—you’d have him, he’ll never go that long without seeing your beautiful face in person again.

All three of them jumped when they heard music begin playing from the dinning room. It had to be you.

Eddie moved around the girls, bursting through the doorway.

Billy paused in his movements, fork hovering just a couple of centimeters away from where he was about to place it as he set the table. “Munson. Hey,” That had to be the most fake welcoming voice Eddie had ever heard.

Every single atom composing his body became stiff and, maybe it was the macho showdown thing, Eddie’s chest puffed out. His fists were clenched at his sides. “Hargrove. What a surprise.” Yeah, he was positive something was wrong. First sign, Billy was dressed like he was about to go to church. Second sign, Eddie didn’t know the guy all that well, personally, but he knew the guy was an asshole. Problem with that is that Billy wasn’t giving off his normal asshole vibes. He was giving off some really creepy vibes. The kind that gave even Eddie goosebumps.

What the hell was Billy doing in your house? Red and her friend hurried behind him once they’d heard Billy’s voice. “Max.” Eddie could tell Billy was gritting his teeth. “Maxine, what are you doing here? Is something wrong?” Billy abandoned the utensils, walking around the table until he was approaching them, but his focus was on Red—Max. Max shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “We just wanted to make sure everything was okay.” “Okay? Why wouldn’t it be okay?” “Where is she?” The timid one didn’t look so timid now and Eddie’s worry for you began to boil over. They knew something he didn’t and if it had them brave enough to practically break into your house, it must have been about your safety. “I’m sorry, where is who?”

“The one who actually lives here, Hargrove.” Eddie glanced past Billy, into your kitchen doorway where light seemed to be coming from. He didn’t even think twice before he swiped by him, stopping short only when you made yourself known. “Dinner will be ready soon, they should be home by—Hello.” You stopped in the doorway, glancing from Eddie, though you didn’t meet his eyes, to the girls then to Billy. Eddie didn’t like how you kept your gaze on Billy.

“Sweetheart,” Oh, fuck no. That was another one of Eddie’s nicknames for you. “This is my sister Maxine. Don’t think you guys met last time. And I’m sorry, I did not quite catch your name.” “El.” “El.” Billy repeated before turning his attention to Eddie who hadn’t taken his eyes off of you from the moment you came into sight. “And of course, we all know Munson. What brings you, here?” “Her,” He didn’t even bother glancing back at Billy, trying to use mind powers he didn’t have to will you to look up at him. C’mon, baby, give me a sign. Anything. You wanna be with him? Fine. I can wait for you. I’ll fight tooth and nail later, but I’ll leave you in peace, for now, the second you look up at me and I know you’re okay.

“I saw—’’ El began, but Max cut her off. “—Your manager. At the pool. He said you guys didn’t come in to work today, so we got worried.” Billy seemed to already have an excuse made up, “She got sick after work yesterday, and I took care of her.” Eddie felt the sting just as Billy meant him to.

“I didn’t think it was the best idea to just send her back out, especially in this weather, and she didn’t want to be alone, so we decided to hang out here all day and nurse her back to health. But you’re feeling just fine right now, aren’t you, babe?”

“I’m feeling so much better,” You agreed immediately, sending the girls a reassuring smile. You still refused to look at Eddie. “The rain messes with my sinuses and gives me headaches. It comes and goes!” Eddie knew at that point that he’d be freeing up his schedule for the rest of the week, until he could find out what had happened to you because there was no way the girl before him was you. You’d take a job at Camp Crystal Lake before you’d let Billy Hargrove speak for you anymore. And the way you were dressed, he’d still pop a woody under normal circumstances, but it definitely was not something he’d ever seen in your wardrobe. In fact, he’d never seen those articles of clothing in your closet or your dresser drawers. Finally, you made eye contact with him, and Eddie was positive it wasn’t you. He had no idea how to explain it, but it wasn’t. Your eyes lacked that sparkle that always took his breath away. He pursed his lips as he stared at you before nodding slowly, the corners of his lips twitching. “So you decided to hang out and make an elaborate dinner?” Eddie leaned back against the almost perfectly set table. “For her parents.”

“Mhm, for my parents.” His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. “Ah, I see. And this dinner, will it be warm by the time they come back into town?”

That seemed to catch both you and Billy off guard. You pouted, perfectly plucked brows pulling together. God, if you weren’t a total Stepford Wife, Eddie wouldn’t be able to resist kissing you.

“P-Pardon?”

“Your parents. I called this morning and they said they’d be back on Monday. It’s funny, I thought you would have known that if you were hanging out here all day. Didn’t run into them?” He mused, watching your face shift through expressions before your attention focused again on Billy. Eddie was positive they’d call tonight, once they arrived at their destination, to let you know of their return and where they had left you money to survive on. Because you hadn’t seen them before they left.

Because you hadn’t been home all day. “They didn’t want to intrude on us.” Billy supplied with ease, and Eddie finally forced his gaze away from you to glare at Billy. Eddie knew he was trying to get under his skin, but that was good. It meant Billy knew he was a threat.

“I’m sure they didn’t.” In the mythical world where your mom wouldn’t kill you for having Billy Hargrove—yes, she wanted you to date someone with a reputation but not that kind of reputation—in your room. The only reason Eddie was allowed in there during the day was because your mom still assumed you were a virgin despite the hoards of teenage boys around the high school campus and she didn’t think Eddie would be your type. Eddie pushed himself off the table, sensing the younger girls’ discomfort. “My mistake. Just wanted to return something.” He walked right up to you, watching your eyes harden the closer he got and pulled your pack from his pocket. “You dropped this.” Eddie could feel the temperature in the room dip as both you and Billy realized what it was he was returning. Your fanny pack, which Billy had discarded in his bathroom trash after attacking and abducting you, though this was unbeknownst to Eddie. A needle could drop and it’d be heard by all the occupants in the room. “Guess, we’ll be going now. C’mon girls. Maxine. El.” Despite how badly he didn’t want you out of his sight, he was pretty sure whatever was going on happened to be dangerous. Definitely not the place for kids.

He ushered the girls out of the house and back into the rain, completely aware of Billy watching them as they crossed the yard. El and Max retrieved their bikes and moved to hurry alongside him as he crossed the street to his van. “C’mon, we gotta go.” Max pulled on El’s raincoat, but she was staring up Eddie, looking almost scared. “Are you her friend?” She had to nearly shout to be heard over the heavy rain. “Yeah, I am.” He nodded, blinking away the tears of frustration as he swiped his wet bangs out of his face. How the fuck was he gonna figure this out? “But I don’t know who that was. She wasn’t acting like herself.” They did that thing again, shared a secretive look before they deemed him worthy. “She’s not safe.” El continued. Max gave her a sympathetic look. “El—’’ “I know what I saw, Max! And he knows, too. You have to trust me.” Max nodded before yanking up her hood. “Give us a ride. We’ll tell you everything.”

Eddie stared down at them like they were crazy. His head was hurting just trying to figure out how he was gonna get you away from Billy and sure, he felt bad that they’d have to ride their bikes in the rain, but letting two little girls into his van felt like a set up. Then again, they seemed to be the only other two people in this town worried about you and they didn’t even know you. He knew something was wrong with you. You were in trouble. And fuck if Eddie wasn’t gonna be the one to save you.

“Jesus H. Christ, get in the van—and I swear to god you better not tell anyone about this without context. In fact don’t tell anyone.” They climbed into the van as Eddie loaded their bikes into the back. “Start talking.” Eddie demanded as he started the van and pulled off onto the road. He was pretty confident he had an idea of what was going on, given the interactions between you and Billy, but he was missing some stuff. He was positive of that. And he’d need to know everything if he was going to try to be your hero. ─ TAG LIST: @merlieve @elitesanjisimp

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