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strangermarvelss · 1 year

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professor munson’s guide to passing the class- e.m (pt 3)

Pairing: Professor!Eddie Munson x Student!AFAB!Female!Reader

Summary: you learn more about your professor after an intense intimate session together

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI AT ALL (mentions of oral [f], p in v sex, dirty talk, some praise, choking, professor kink), some sappiness, eddie opening up, hint of romance in the air

Word Count: 3k

A/N: part 3 of my professor eddie series is here! i have a lot planned for this series so i hope you like it :) enjoy! -sava

The sound of skin slapping together fills the four walls of the tiny bedroom, with any witnesses passing by thinking they're walking past a porn set. You moan into the mattress you’re currently pressed into, jolts of pleasure cascading throughout your body as your professor pounds into you from behind at a feverish pace. His grunts fill your ear as he presses his chest to your back, increasing the speed of his thrusts that makes the bedsprings squeak more than they previously were.

You grip at the bedsheets beneath you, moans pouring out of your mouth at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your sensitive gummy walls, his hot breath against your neck and making you shiver. You nearly forgot how good it felt the night you brought him back to your apartment, thankful that you get to experience this euphoria once more.

“Fuck,” he moans, pulling your body up and fucking up into you. Your back as resting against his chest as you both sit up on your knees, gripping onto him for leverage. He brings one hand up and wraps it around your throat, applying minimal pressure, but enough for your senses to be heightened to a new and unknown level. You whine at the feeling, his thick cock pistoning in and out of your swollen cunt and making your whole body shake. “You feel like heaven sweetheart. Doing so fucking good for me, holy shit. Taking my cock so well.”

You throw your head back at his words, a sloppy smile creeping onto your face as you feel yourself becoming so cock drunk. What he said about becoming pure putty in his hands back at the bar was embarrassingly true. The minute he ripped your top from your body you were a goner, completely overtaken by lust and full blown desire. Those thick calloused hands had you undone in seconds.

Keeping one hand on your throat, his other hand travels down to grope at one of your breasts, massaging the lump and taking your sensitive nipple between two fingers and rolling the hardened nub. His hips buck into you as fucks his cock up into your dripping hole, lips planted to your ear as he switches between giving you little kisses and bites, and whispering filthy words or pleasure filled groans.

His hand on your breast travels further south, toying with your lips before circling around your engorged clit, making you yelp at the delicious friction. You shift a little and move your grip to his forearm for support, wanting nothing more than to double over and take it like you were nearly a minute ago as you start to become limp. “You fill me so good, holy shit. Your cock feels so good,” you moan out. You can already feel the coil inside you building up, the tingling feeling spreading throughout you further.

He smirks behind you, increasing his pace yet again and hitting you deeper, grazing the spongey spot inside you that quickly turns you into a screaming mess. You dig your nails into the forearm, biting your lip as soft grunts manage to escape, trying to be somewhat respectful towards his neighbors that have to endure their night being disturbed.

“You close sweetheart? You want to come all over my fat fucking cock?” He questions, his voice low and right on the shell of your ear.

You frantically nod, eyebrows twisted together as you try to look back at him, showing him how desperate you are to get off. He sees your big eyes pleading for the release you’re chasing, making him chuckle ever so slightly. He continues his motions, rubbing your clit at a constant pace as his balls continue to hit the curve of your ass. The coil inside you becomes tighter, your moans falling faster as you feel your release quickly coming.

“Say it for me then. Need to hear you say it sweetheart.”

“Please let me come professor. I’ll be so good just please let me come,” you beg, slightly embarrassed by how desperate you truly can become during intimate moments.

“Good girl. Go on and come for me baby. Soak my cock.”

You barely let him finish speaking when you feel the orgasm rush over you, white hot bliss taking over your body as you scream out in pure pleasure. Body shaking as your pussy pulsates around his thick dick, juices flowing as you find yourself tumbling forward and pressing your body into the sheets once again. Fucking you through your orgasm, you can feel his pace falter a bit, sensing his own release arriving shortly.

“M’ not gonna last much longer sweetheart. Where do you want me?” He groans out, pulling you up a bit by the hair as he waits for a response.

“Mouth,” is all you manage to let out. You flip over as fast as you can when he pulls himself from you, watching as he strokes his cock mere inches from your face. You take a moment to look at his blissed out face, his features scrunched together and mouth hanging open as he chases his release. It was a pretty sight, watch the pleasure sink further into his face as his bangs stick to his forehead, the sweat making his pale white skin glisten in the warm lamplight and his toned ring-clad hand working up and down his length.

Before you know it, white spurts begin shooting out of the tip, landing on your tongue as you taste the salty mixture on your tastebuds. A few drops miss your mouth completely, making you quickly shut your eyes to make sure they don’t make contact, all while moaning at the taste and feeling of his load on you. His moans are beautiful, deep and drawn out as he breathes heavily from the intense orgasm.

You hear the wet squelching sounds of his fist against his dick stop and footsteps retreating from your position on his bed, only to come back just a few moments later. You feel a wet rough cloth make contact with your face, wiping away at the cum sliding down your cheeks and the slope of your nose that began dribbling off your chin.

Opening your eyes, you’re greeted to see his face inches from yours, a sweet smile plastered on his face as he tosses the rag behind his figure. Flipping his hair back, he places his index finger under your chin while his thumb rubs centimeters from your bottom lip. He pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips to yours.

You reluctantly pull away after a while, feeling breathless and weak from the strenuous activities that have taken place. He notices, standing from the bed and helping you lay back against one of the plush pillows.

“Thank you Professor Munson,” you let out, a dopey smile resting on your face. He chuckles, shaking his head as he comes around the other side of the bed. The mattress dips as he lays next to you, resting his head against the arm he’s propped against his own pillow.

“You don’t have to call me that when we aren’t in class, you know.”

“Well, you seemed to like it just a few minutes ago,” you tease slightly, making him laugh more. “Plus, I don’t know your first name, so I can’t really help it.”

“It’s Eddie,” he reveals.

You take a moment to soak in the new information. His first name suited him perfectly, especially with the long hair and love of metal music. It reminded you of Eddie Van Halen, with the messy curls and the leather jacket he wore during your first encounter. Plus with his love of music, it all just made sense.

He motions for you to come closer, tapping his bare chest slightly. You scooch closer, laying you head on the open area. You bring a finger to rake over his stomach, trailing it up and down as your bare breasts press against his side and creating a sticky friction.

“So…Eddie…,” you start, taking a moment to look at the bedroom around you. “This is a nice place you have here.”

“Thanks. It’s definitely the nicest place I’ve lived in,” he replies.

“Have you always lived here in Indiana?” You ask, tilting your head up to look in his eyes.

“Yeah actually. I’m not sure if you’re familiar with the area, but there’s this town called Hawkins, and-“

“Wait wait wait, I know Hawkins! I have an aunt who lives there! I wonder if you know her,” you interrupt, leaning up a bit and scooting up closer to his face. He shoots you a questionable look, waiting for you to elaborate. You smirk, turning away from him as you continue your previous motions on tracing his stomach. “Her name is Joyce Byers.”

He pauses for a moment, leaning up on both elbows as he shoots you a wild expression. You smile at him as your eyes go wide as well, a puzzled expression resting on your face.

“There is no way Joyce Byers is your aunt,” he finally says. You laugh, throwing your head back as you sit up, crossing your legs and bringing the top sheet over your body.

“I am! She was married to my uncle before she was married to Lonnie and had Jonathan and Will. We know it sounds a bit weird, but she has always been so good to us, so we continue to go see her. My uncle is happy with his new wife anyway, so he doesn’t mind all that much. I love going to visit her during the holidays though. I was there about a month or so ago,” you explain.

“What a small world. Byer and I hang out some when I’m in town. A whole group of us try to get together when we visit for the holidays. Ya know, we were probably in Hawkins at the same time and didn’t even realize it,” he tells you.

“Well I actually had no idea you existed until the day before the semester started, so even if I did see you, I wouldn’t have known the difference,” you tease, sticking your tongue out. He grunts, flipping over onto his stomach and grabbing at you, making you yelp and giggle loudly.

He holds onto you, nearly pinning you down on the bed. The ends of his curls tickle you as he towers over you, swatting it away playfully before he dips his head down to take your lips in his again. You return the gesture, moving your lips against his and beginning to create a simple rhythm. You manage to slip a hand up his body and rest it against his cheek as you continue to make out, the tangy taste of your arousal lingering on his lips from when he went down on you moments after entering the apartment.

After several minutes, Eddie pulls away breathlessly, moving his bangs out of his face to get a better look at you. He places another kiss to your cheek before slinking over back to his side of the bed, letting out a huff as his head makes contact with the soft pillow. You prop an arm up against your pillow, resting your head in your hand as you look at him before turning to sit up on the bed, feet dangling off the side.

“You want to stay the night? I make some a mean waffle after a night of good sex. Of the Eggo variety, of course,” he tells you, making you giggle.

“I think my roommate might think I’m dead in a ditch somewhere if I’m not home when she gets there,” you answer, sliding your bra straps up your shoulders and clasping the back.

“Yeah, I guess you have a point there. But for the record,” he begins, leaning across the bed to tap your arm, making you turn back to look at him. “If we continue to do this, you can always stay over.”

You smile at his words, heat rushing to your cheeks briefly. “You want to continue to fuck me?”

“Uh…yeah? Look, I know it can be a bit risky, but it’s like you said at the bar. Nobody has to know. We come here, make sure no one is following us and make sure we’re not being suspicious in the public eye. And I really don't think I'm gonna be able to resist that sweet pussy of yours, so I think we can make it work until graduation comes around in May,” he suggests.

You laugh some more at the corniness of the last part of his suggesstion before taking a moment to process. You can’t help but become excited for the proposition. Eddie was amazing in bed, there was no denying that. The orgasms he has pulled from you have been some of the best you’ve ever had when it comes to sex with another person. Hell, even better than some of the orgasms you’ve had during masturbation. The grief he’s given you over the past couple weeks might’ve upset you, but that could be a thing of the past.

“Sure, why not? But you have to stop picking on me in class,” you tell him, narrowing your eyes a bit. He holds his hands up in surrender before nearly face planting into the mattress, making you stifle a laugh. “But, that also means that you can’t give me any special treatment. Like you said, no acting suspicious in public.”

“But picking on my students is how I treat everyone. If I don’t give you that energy, your peers might notice something,” he teases. You shake your head, rising from your position on the bed as you rummage around the room for the rest of your clothes. Piece by piece, you find the items and get dressed, until you see the shirt laying on the ground, torn down the seam. Holding it up, you make Eddie look at the damage.

“Guess I’ll be zipping my coat up all the way and trying not to freeze my tits off,” you say disapprovingly. Eddie hops up from the bed and walks over to you.

“Borrow one of my shirts. It’s the least I can do since I ruined this one,” he says, running towards his dresser. He pulls open the drawer, fishing around inside until he lands on an older Metallica shirt from their Master of Puppets tour, throwing the fabric your way. You examine the shirt for a moment before shooting him a look.

“Do I look like I’d be interested in Metallica?”

“The rest of my T-shirts are definitely not your style, if I’m going off of that ‘essay’ you wrote. Plus, you can just say my class is expanding your musical horizons,” he suggests. You shrug, throwing the shirt on and opening the bedroom door in search for your jacket. Eddie follows behind, picking up his own clothes and throwing them on as you venture towards the front door. “C’mon, let me drive you back to your apartment. S’ not like I haven’t been there before.”

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Closing the front door of your apartment, you sigh a breathe of relief when you’re met to the living room lights off and Nadia’s bedroom door wide open, the lights inside also shut off to show she is no where in sight. You creep over towards your bedroom and close the door, pressing your back against it as you relish in the rollercoaster of a night you’ve endured.

Being with Eddie tonight was just the steam you needed to blow off from the shit storm you’ve encountered. Sure, he may have been a big part of the stress, but being able to also be the stress reliever was a big plus on your part. Your new arrangement with Eddie excited you, giddiness overtaking you as you peel your jacket off and jump into bed.

Taking the fabric of his shirt between your fingers, you smile as you rid yourself of the rest of your clothes, curling up underneath your comforter and switching on your lamp resting on your nightstand and illuminating your bedroom. A sweet sigh passes through your parted lips, sinking further into the comfort of your plush pillows and silk sheets, feeling the heaviness of sleepy time slowly taking over your consciousness.

Your mind can’t help but think back to your time with Eddie tonight as you begin to drift to sleep. His hands in your hair as he fucked into you fast and hard, his grunts and filthy phrases replaying in your head, taking you back to the moment. The multiple orgasms he managed to pull from you, giving you the relief and high you’ve been needing all week.

But you also can’t help but think about the sweet side that he showed you today. Telling you to curl up next to him, feeling the warm of his sweaty body radiate onto yours, offering you his shirt and a ride. This sort of treatment wasn't something you were used to getting from guys. Just the way he would give you soft kisses with his velvety pink lips he would place against your cheek made your heart skip a beat. It may be the simplest gesture, but it swooned you none the less

Despite being completely annoyed by the cold attitude he’s been giving you over the past couple weeks, you were grateful to see that the cold demeanor was just a front. His genuine actions and soft words and expressions showed you that he wasn’t as mean and scary as he tried to let on, wanting to give off that perception for reasons that were unknown to you. Getting to know him would be an interesting journey, but you had to keep your mind sharp enough to remember the reason why you’re even in this town: to complete your degree and graduate.

As fun as this arrangement and getting to know Eddie would be, you needed to keep one promise to yourself: you will not fall in love with your professor.

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thewritersaddictions · 1 month

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Christmas Stories 2024 Master List

Welcome to the Christmas Stories 2024 Master List

A/n- There will be some fluff for and during the Christmas time. This is 24 days of fluff, dedicated to the cold holiday time.

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Series Master List

Day 1- Jim Hopper + Fake Dating

Day 2- Joel Miller + Kissing under the mistletoe

Day 3- Alcina Dimitrescu + Looking at Christmas Lights

Day 4- Negan Smith + Catching snowflakes

Day 5- Steve Rogers + Sick s/o

Day 6- Eddie Munson + Building Gingerbread houses

Day 7- Koing + Cuddling Together

Day 8- Elijah Mikealson + Drinking hot cocoa by the fireplace

Day 9- Spencer Reid + Celebrating new years together

Day 10- Rick Grimes + Roasting marshmallows

Day 11- Leon S. Kennedy + Opening Christmas Gifts

Day 12- Daryl Dixon + Building Snowmen

Day 13- Steve Harrington + Christmas Shopping

Day 14- Jensen Ackles + Watching Holiday Movies

Day 15- Soldier Boy + Watching Snow Fall

Day 16- Joyce Byers + Baking Cookies

Day 17- Loki + Chirstmas Cruise

Day 18- Michonne + Snow Angels

Day 19- Billy Hargrove + Sleding

Day 20- Ellie Williams + Snowball Fight

Day 21- Bucky Barnes + Slipping on ice

Day 22- Stefan Salvatore + Ice Skating

Day 23- John Price + Decorating Christmas Tree

Day 24- Karl Heisenberg + Babys First Chirstmas

Completed On: (12/24/24)

Posted On: (03/28/24) - (12/01/24)

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unamused-boss · 4 months

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Boots and Trumpets

Robin Buckley x Hargrove Oc

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit.”

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

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

God, here it begins.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Robin, it’s okay.” I reassured her.

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

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

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

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Halloween Night: Friday 31, 1984

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Will answered in utter confusion.

“Bob.”

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

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

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

“Hey.” Jonathan says to Will.

“Yeah.” He answers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait where are you going?”

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

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

“Yeah John, I’m really not going.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A chorus of “Okay’s” filled the air.

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

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

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

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

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

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Tina’s Halloween Party: Friday 31, 1984

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.” I frowned.

“Do- Do you miss him?” Robin asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” He answered.

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

Fuck.

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

“Shit…” I accidently said out loud.

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

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

“Where are you-” Dustin started.

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

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

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

“Holy shit!” Dustin yelled.

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

“Mike?” Dustin tried.

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

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

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

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

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

“Max.”

“Amelia.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

Man. I was so wrong about that…

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Chapter 7: Department Of Energy

Raining Hellfire Series | Season One

Word Count: 5,733 words.

Warnings: Swearing, flashbacks to past trauma, being chased, fighting, mentions of blood, mentions of death/ killing, hopper being amazing ofc

[A/N: reader finally spending more time with the kids which means that I haven't been able to add eddie to this, I hope that's okay]

Department Of Energy

Your legs ached but you didn’t care.

You had decided to head straight to the Wheeler’s house, not knowing where the party would be. It seemed the best place to start. It wasn’t until you turned the corner onto their street that the radio spat out at you again.

“They’re… Eleven!…. Know… Answer!” You couldn’t hear the words over the static but you knew it was Lucas. What if he found it? “….son of a bitch!” Yep, definitely Lucas. You went to respond when another voice spoke through.

“Lucas, if you can hear us, slow down. We can’t understand you.” Mike. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief. They were okay.

“Yes, I copy! Do you? They know about Eleven! The bad men are coming! All of them! Do you hear me? The bad men are coming!”

Your celebration was premature. Lucas’ words were proven true when a dozen vans rounded the corner in front of you. They looked like repair vehicles. No one needed that many repair vehicles. Fuck.

You pedalled faster. You were closer in distance to the house but your wheels were nothing compared to theirs.

They got there first, exiting the vans quickly and efficiently. You stopped, panting from the exercise. They were headed to the back of the house.

You took a different route, one you knew was quicker. You sped along the back of your house and saw 3 figures enter your view.

“Guys!” You yelled, “They’re-”

You’re warning was cut short when you finally stopped behind them. You looked to the right and saw men stood, staring at the party. One man in particular was staring at Eleven.

“Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!” Dustin shouted and they started pedalling their own bikes.

“Y/n! Come on!” He yelled at you when he noticed you hadn’t moved.

The man’s focus had shifted to you and you couldn’t look away. He was much older, his white hair showing his age. And his face… how did you know that face?

“Y/N!” They all screamed, getting your attention.

You finally picked up your leg and slammed it onto the pedal, steering yourself away in the direction of the boys and El. As soon as you did so, the men sprinted back to the vans.

You made your way onto the road, making sure to stay behind the kids in case the vans caught up to you.

“Dustin! Mike! Y/n? Do you copy?” Lucas tried contacting you, his voice blaring through the radio you had taped to your bike.

“We’re here!” You shouted into the radio.

“What’s going on?”

“Yeah, Lucas, they’re on us!” Dustin replied through his head set. You remember when the others had made fun of it when he first showed it to everyone, saying that he wouldn’t ever need it. They were clearly wrong.

“Where are you?”

“Cornwalls.” You said. It had taken you ages to learn the street names.

“Meet me at Elm and Cherry!”

“Copy. Elm and Cherry!” Dustin shouted out, alerting Mike of the plan.

You all headed towards the other street, thinking you were in the clear until the vans resurfaced, following from behind you.

“Shit!” You and Dustin yelled simultaneously.

“This way come on!”

You weren’t expecting a high speed chase with the party when you woke up this morning. It was killing your legs and seemingly almost killing children when you all biked though a small playground, Dustin yelling at them to move.

“Lucas!” You breathed as the boy appeared next to you and you all came to a quick halt. This all would have been avoided if I just had a damn car, you thought, clutching your side.

“Where are they?”

“I don’t know.” “I think we lost them.”

“Oh, don’t say that, Dustin, you’re gonna jinx-” Your warning was interrupted with the sounds of tires screeching towards you. “Move!”

“Go, go, go, go, go!”

“Shit!” You yelled as a van drove towards you all.

With the vans closing in and Dustin screaming, you barely noticed El draw her focus onto the van in front of you. Before you knew it, the van suddenly flipped into the air and landing just behind you to block the others. The impact caused your bike to wobble but you remained upright, pushing on further.

You all rode on, glancing at eachother in stunned silence. All you’ve ever seen the girl do is close a door.

“Holy… holy shit!” Dustin finally spoke as you all dismounted your bikes in an abandoned junk yard. “Did... did you see what she did to that van?”

“No, Dustin, we missed it.” Mike said, catching his breath.

“Yeah, I barely noticed the 3 tonne van flying over my head.” You collapsed to the ground, stretching your leg. It felt like you may have bled through the bandage again.

“I mean that was…” Dustin stammered, stunned.

“Awesome.” Lucas let out a breath as El turned to him. “That was awesome.”

“Everything I said about you being a traitor and stuff…” He said to the girl, still trying to catch his breath, “I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

You smiled as he apologised.

“Friends… friends don’t lie.” El said quietly. “I’m sorry too.”

“Me too.” Mike chimed in. He held his hand out to Lucas. They just stared at eachother for a while.

“Oh my god, just shake already, please.” You pleaded, Dustin joining you.

“Kids, am I right?” He shook his head, turning to you.

“No.”

“Oh-kay.” He nodded, standing back up and making you chuckle.

They finally shook, smiling.

“Cool, cool. Now that’s out of the way… what now?” You asked them. You were technically the adult here but you hadn’t been spending as much time as you wanted with them lately. You didn’t know what they may have discovered.

“I know where the gate is.” Lucas stated, searching the ground and collecting a few things from nature.

He sat on the ground and started placing them into a map. You all crowded around.

“This is Randolph Road, right here.” He pointed to the floor, mapping it out clearly for you all and it slowly began taking shape in your minds. “The fence starts here, and goes all the way around. And this is the lab right here. The gate's gotta be in there somewhere. It's gotta be.”

“Well, who owns Hawkins Lab?” Dustin looked at you, expecting you to know.

“The sign says ‘Department of Energy’.” Lucas shrugged.

“The government.” You nodded. There was a base similar in California. They also tried to disguise it as something else. “Military.”

“Then why does it say ‘Energy’?”

“Because they don’t want people poking around.” You answered.

“It’s military.” Mike said, agreeing with you, “My dad’s told me before.”

“Y/n and Mike are right. There’s soldiers out front.” Lucas shared.

“Do they make, like, lightbulbs or something?” Dustin asked, still confused by the name.

“Yes, Dustin. The government are making lightbulbs that need to be guarded by the military.” You sighed. He simply shoved your shoulder in response.

“No, they make weapons… to fight the Russians, and commies and stuff.” Mike said. You wondered what stories Mr Wheeler had told him.

“Weapons.” Lucas’ eyes widened.

“Oh, Jesus, this is bad.” Dustin panicked.

“Exactly what I’ve been thinking since this all began.” You sighed, rubbing your temple from the stress.

“The place is like a fortress.”

You started to hear a rumbling noise in the distance. You looked around before deciphering that it was above you. Squinting against the sun, you saw a distant shape in the blue space. Shit.

“Helicopter!” You say, pushing the children toward the empty bus, getting them to grab their bikes and shove them underneath, out of view.

“It’s stuck!” Dustin panicked as everyone persisted him to go.

“Here!” You ran up to them, giving it a strong kick into it’s hiding slot, ignoring the pain that shot up your leg. “Go, go, go!” You began pushing them onto the bus.

You all sprinted in, ducking your heads and hiding yourselves as best as you could. You were closest to the door, eager to alert them if anyone else showed up.

“Mental.” Dustin commented as you heard the helicopter hover over you.

“Mike? Are you there? Mike?”

Nancy.

“Did you hear that?”

“Pass me the radio.” You said, basically demanding. Mike shuffled through his bag since your own radio was still attached to your bike.

“Mike, are you there? Answer.”

You stared at the radio in your hand. You were ready to answer it straight away but were struck by the thought that it might not be who you think it is. Or someone else may be listening.

“Is that your sister?” Lucas asked Mike.

“This is an emergency, Mike. Do you copy?”

You bring the radio closer to your mouth, preparing to speak.

“Don’t answer.” Mike startled you, trying to pull the radio from you.

“She said it was an emergency.” Lucas said, concerned that his sister was reaching out to him.

“What if it's a trick?” He voiced your own thoughts.

“It’s your sister!”

“What if the bad people kidnapped her?”

“Someone could be listening in.” You suggested, making them all go quiet.

��It's like Lando Calrissian. Don't answer.” Dustin theorised.

“Listen, kid, this is the chief. If you’re there, pick up. We know you're in trouble and we know about the girl.” Hopper’s voice blared through the static radio.

“Why is she with the chief?”

“How the hell does he know about…”

“We can protect you, we can help you, but you gotta pick up...Are you there? Do you copy? Over.”

“It’s okay.” You finally said, pulling the radio towards you.

“What?”

“Guys. It’s Hopper. We can trust him.” You were met with a few disbelieving looks. “I know for a fact that this man would find a way of warning us if he was being forced to do this.”

You had met Hopper when you first arrived in Hawkins. Since you were being transported by police to make sure you’d actually arrive, he had to take over and drive you to your new home. He was quiet at first but saw how nervous you looked. He made you ride with him in the front of the car and he actually let you talk. And he believed you. It was the first time anyone had actually listened to you. It built trust between you both.

“Any objections?” Mike asked the group. When you were met with silence, you took a deep breath and answered.

“We copy.” You spoke, relieved that the chief was there, “It’s Y/n. I’m with the others. We’re all here.”

You arrived in Indiana a day later. Sitting in the back of a police car, officers escorted you to the border of Hawkins.

‘WELCOME TO HAWKINS’ the sign read and you sighed. Now it all felt real.

The car stopped at the sign. You looked out of the window, confused.

“Why did we stop here?” You ask. One of the officers just rolled his eyes, looking to his partner.

“Waiting for the sheriff.” The other replied bluntly, not even bothering to look at you through the mirror.

You slumped back into your seat, shivering slightly. It was very cold here.

Soon enough, a truck came towards you in the distance, parking just in front of the car. A man exited the vehicle, prompting the officers to join him. You were left in the back of the car, wishing you could read lips. Then, with a nod, the sheriff came to your side of the car, opening the door and leaning down.

“Hey, kid. I’m Chief Hopper. I’m going to be driving you to your home.” He said, a smile appearing below his thick moustache. He wasn’t exactly a large man but he wasn’t small either. You hesitated for a second before shuffling out of the car. You didn’t exactly have a choice.

“Not my home.” You muttered quietly. He put a hand on your shoulder and led you to the truck, opening the passenger door for you.

“Those fellas treat you alright?” He asked, eyeing the officers after you had settled into his truck. He reversed back onto the road and you watched the sign fade away.

“Fine.” You said, leaning your arm below the window to rest your head, staring at the trees that passed.

“You’re a talkative one.” He commented sarcastically, glancing between you and the road.

“What’s the point?” You whispered, not expecting him to hear you.

“Listen kid, I know this must be hard for you-”

“No. You don’t get it.” You replied, looking to him with blurry eyes, “Everything was just ripped away from me. My family. My friends. My god damn home and now… now I’m alone. Because no one wants to listen to me.”

“I’ll listen.” He shrugged, turning the wheel to enter the town you never wanted to live in. His eyes looked sad, like he understood exactly what you were talking about.

“Yeah, right.” You scoffed, returning to your arm.

“What have you got to lose?”

You thought about it for a while. This man didn’t know you, he only knew what the officers had told him. Considering you had nothing left… he was right. You had nothing to lose.

“I didn’t kill her.” You spoke quietly, unsure if the words had even left your mouth before he sighed.

“I know.” He replied, his face unreadable.

“What?” You turned your head to face him, eyebrows scrunching your forehead.

“Look, I’ve dealt with killers before. And you, kid, are not a killer.”

It took you a second to take it in. Someone you just met actually believed you.

“So, what really happened?” He raised his eyebrow at you, a soft expression laying beneath his hat.

“It’s a long story.” You sighed.

“I’ve got time.”

“Will you stop pacing?” Mike asked, irritated at Dustin’s current stressed state.

“It’s been way to long.” He said, ignoring Mike’s plea, “Do you know what? Maybe you're right. Maybe this is all a trap and the bad men are coming to get us right now!”

“It’s not a trap. Why would the chief set us up?” Lucas reasoned. “Nancy, maybe, but the chief?”

“It’s fine! Lucas is right… Hopper wouldn’t do that.” You agreed, keeping your focus on the area outside of the window.

“Lando Calrissian.” Dustin stated.

“Would you shut up about Lando?” You and Lucas argued. Dustin’s stress was like a virus now.

“I don't feel good about this. I don't feel good about this!”

“Uh… guys.” You were ignored as you tried to bring their attention to the shape driving towards your location.

“When do you feel good about anything?!”

“Guys!” You shouted over them and the sound of a vehicle approaching finally caught their attention.

“Shit!” They had all crowded to the front of the bus to confirm their suspicions while you quickly grabbed them by their clothing and pulled them away.

“Hide, you idiots!” You hissed.

“You think they saw us?” Lucas asked.

“Yes!” You complained, shaking your head in disbelief, “You are all terrible at laying low!”

“Both of you, shut up.” Mike demanded and you listened out for any hints of what was happening outside. You could clearly hear footsteps approaching.

“Shit.” You breathed quietly and they all turned to look at you when they heard it too.

You took a deep breath and began making your way to the doors, hushed protests sounding behind you.

“Stay here.” You whispered, grabbing a metal pole that had broken off from the rusted bus and crouching by the door, ready to attack.

From where you were currently positioned, you could see about 3 men. The odds weren’t in your favour but your father’s forced fighting lessons were about to make an appearance.

One of the men was getting closer, noticing the bikes you had stashed under the bus earlier. He slowly made his way to the door. You saw his hand pry it open and you readied yourself, hearing a breath hitch behind you.

As soon as he peered in, you swung the pole directly to his face, knocking him backwards. A few gasps sounded from the bus but the sound of shuffling outside led you to sprint outside and swing the bar at the mystery guest.

Hopper caught it in one hand, eyes wide. You looked at him apologetically as the two other men ruined the reunion. With a quiet nod to eachother, you each took on a man. Hopper was much bigger built than you, able to use his strength to his advantage whilst you relied on your weapon. Jabbing the pole into the man’s side, you quickly brought it up and struck it down to his back when he doubled over, seeing an opening to bring your knee to his face fast and hard, just like your father taught you. He grunted, buckling to the ground unconscious.

You stared at him for a while, not fully comprehending what you just did. A small stain was spotted on the metal pole and you dropped it, backing away. When you turned around you saw Hopper staring at you with a look you just couldn’t read. Instead of speaking, you just pointed to the bus, panting slightly. He gave a swift nod and climbed through.

“Let’s go!” You heard him say. You were already heading to his truck.

Hopper drove you all to the Byers’ home. When you had arrived, Nancy had run out to hug her brother, letting him know how worried she was. It was a sweet moment between them. It stung a little. One day, you’d be able to see your sister again. That was all that kept you going.

“Y/n!” Jonathan rushed to you, pulling you into a hug. You hesitated in surprise before returning his gesture. “You really need to stop running off.”

“And miss you being worried about me?” You laughed, smiling at your friend.

You kept your smile as you turned to Nancy before it dropped. She glanced between the two of you, not returning the smile, and shifted her focus to the girl she’d never met before.

“Is that my dress?” She noticed, confused.

“You weren’t using it.” Mike commented, leading El inside the house.

Hopper walked up and stood beside you, looking down to you. “Wanna explain what’s going on?”

“It’s a long-” You began, changing your mind when Hopper raised his brow, “Fine. But I’ll need a paper plate and a pen.”

You waltzed inside and soon enough you were all sat down as you explained the Upside Down theory.

“Get it?” You looked around and were met with lost looks on everyone’s faces. “Mike, you explain it.” You sighed, handing the paper to the boy next to you.

“Okay, so, in this example, we're the acrobat. Will and Barbara, and that monster, they're this flea. And this is the Upside Down, where Will is hiding.” He explained, everyone slowly beginning to nod along.

“Basically what I said.” You shrugged, Dustin patting your shoulder in solidarity.

“Y/n said the only way to get there is through a rip of time and space.” Mike continued, looking to you for confirmation.

“A gate.”

“That we tracked to Hawkins Lab.”

“With our compasses.”

Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy just stared blankly at you all.

“Okay, so the gate has a really strong electromagnetic field…” You began.

“...and that can change the directions of a compass needle.” Dustin finished and you nodded.

“Is this gate underground?” Hopper asked, leaning in from his chair.

“Yes.” Eleven answered that time.

“Near a large water tank.” He asked again. You spun your head to him. He was asking like it was from memory.

“Yes.”

“How- How do you know all that?” Dustin stuttered.

“He’s seen it.” Mike realised.

“You went into the building, didn’t you.” You looked up at Hopper. He gave you a slight nod, not meeting your eyes. Was he hiding something from you?

“Is there any way that you could…” Joyce spoke up, looking at the little girl, “that you could reach Will? That you could talk to him in this-”

“The Upside Down.”

“Down. Yeah.” She whispered. She just wanted her son back.

El nodded, Joyce releasing a sigh of hope.

“And my friend Barbara? Can you find her, too?” Nancy asked.

El nodded again and you looked down. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you wouldn’t like what she found. You had spent so long praying for Barb to be alive, for her to be safe. But you saw what the Demogorgon was capable of. You just didn’t want to admit it.

As they set up everything for El to… do whatever it is that she does, you stepped away quietly, sneaking out of the door. The fresh air filled your lungs and you ran both your hands through your hair. You sat down on the step, stretching out your leg.

Since you were alone, you could inspect the wound you’d been hiding. After rolling up your jean leg, you saw a faint red mark soak into the bandage.

“Fuck.” You whispered, wincing as you gently touched the patch. Your fingers now marked with blood, you stared at them. And then it felt like you stopped breathing.

“The blood.” You quickly stood, staring into the trees.

You combed back through your memory, remembering the night the Demogorgon took Barb. She had cut her finger. Blood in the pool, you realised.

When you were in the Upside Down, it didn’t leave you alone until Nancy started yelling. Whatever pulled you through the gate had left your leg bleeding.

You started to panic. The Demogorgon was tracking by blood, by sense, by smell. If your leg hadn’t stopped bleeding since you left… you were next.

“Y/n!”

You jumped, almost falling off the step from the sound.

“Dustin?” You breath a sigh of relief, clutching at the pounding in your chest.

“Sorry. Are you okay?” He asked, taking in your tensed state.

“Yeah. What’s up?” You straightened, moving towards the boy.

“I have a science question.” He looked up at you.

“...Okay?”

“Well since you’re smart now, I thought you’d know. Or I could just call Mr Clarke but it’s kinda late so I don’t know if I should-”

“What’s the question, Dustin?” Interrupting his little rant, you placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling slightly and kneeling to reach his height. You ignored the shooting pain in your leg.

“Do you know anything about sensory deprivation tanks? Specifically how to build one?” He added quickly.

“I assume it’s for El.” You said, glancing at the front door.

“She needs it to find Will. And Barb.”

“Okay, let me think.” You stood, pacing a little. You finally stopped, turning to Dustin with a thought. “Does Joyce own a kiddie pool?”

Dustin’s face lit up and he ran inside. You stood confused for a moment before he ran back outside, grabbed your hand and pulled you with him. He didn’t let go until you were in the kitchen, surrounded by everyone else. They all looked at you curiously.

“Do you still have that kiddie pool we bobbed for apples in?” Dustin asked Joyce, slightly too excited.

“I think so. Yeah.” She replied, looking at Jonathan for confirmation.

“Okay. Then we just need salt. Lots of it.” You nodded. You were finally getting to use all of the knowledge your parents had deemed as ‘useless’.

“How much is ‘lots’?” Hopper asked.

“1500 pounds.” You winced, realising that people don’t usually have that much salt just laying around in their house.

“Well, where are we gonna get that much salt?” Nancy questioned you, a little harshly.

“Well, I don’t know!” You sighed, raising your voice slightly. You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to come up with a solution. “The only time anyone has that much salt is when they’re trying to keep the snow away. Like- like shops and-”

“Schools.” You and Hopper both said, looking at eachother.

“I guess we better get to the Middle School.” Joyce gave a nod, pushing her chair away.

No one argued, grabbing bags and equipment they might need. You walked outside, waiting by Hopper’s truck. You leant against the door, relieving your leg of some pain.

“You okay?” Jonathan asked. He was holding the box containing the pool you needed.

“Fine.” You tried to smile but when you shifted to greet him, you unintentionally put weight on your leg.

“No, you’re not. Just… wait a second.” He ran over to his car, dumping the box in the trunk and returning to you.

“Seriously, Jonathan…” You complained as he pointed to your leg. You could tell that he wasn’t going to stop until you showed him what happened.

Reluctantly, you reached down and started pulling on your jean leg, revealing the blood stained bandage wrapped around your calf.

“Shit.” He whispered, looking back up at you. “When-”

“That night.” You whispered back, “When that thing dragged me in there… it wasn’t exactly nice about it.”

“You need to-”

“No. I’m taking care of it. I’m cleaning the wound, taking medication. I’ve got it sorted, I promise.”

“Then at least-” “I’m staying.” You finalised, stepping forward, “You’re gonna need me, okay? Just trust me. I’m stronger than I look.”

Jonathan sighed in frustration, looking back to see everyone exit the house and make their way to the vehicles.

“Fine.” He finally replied, whispering so they didn’t overhear, “But if it gets worse…”

“You’ll be the first to know.” You smiled.

“You know, I always thought I’d want a sister. I’m starting to rethink that.” He chuckled as you punched his shoulder.

“How dare you, you’d be lucky to have me as a sister.” You laughed.

“Let’s get going.” Hopper called out, already getting into the truck.

Lucas, Mike and El opted to ride with Hopper, climbing into the back and leaving you the passenger side. You watched as Jonathan joined the others at his own car, jumping in the driver’s seat.

You didn’t miss the look Nancy gave you before she claimed her seat.

“Hey, wait. It’s not gonna snow next week, is it?” Jonathan asks as he grabs another salt bag from Hopper, grunting from the weight as he passes it to you.

“Worst case, no school.” Hopper sighs, passing another bag.

“I think snow is the least of our worries right now.” You groaned, dropping a bag next to you.

“Even if we find Will in there…” Jonathan started, catching the bags Hopper threw at him. “What are we gonna do about that thing?”

“Kill it, hopefully.” You reply. Your arms were getting a much needed work out right now.

“We're not gonna do anything.” Hopper replied, continuing with the pace you currently had set. You dropped another bag, looking to him in exasperation.

“What? We need to-”

“I don't want you anywhere near this, all right?” He looked at you for a second before shaking his head and picking up another bag.

“Too late.” You muttered under your breath.

“Y/n’s right. How do you expect us not to do anything about something that is trying to take away the people we love?” Jonathan spoke up, slowing his movements.

“Your mom's been through enough already.” Hopper sighed, done with the conversation.

“He’s my brother.”

“Listen to me. I'm gonna find him. All right?” Hopper stopped and turned to your friend, grabbing his shoulder. “You gotta trust me on this. I am going to find him.”

When Hopper returned to unloading the salt bags, Jonathan just shook his head in disbelief. But you believed him. You understood that Hopper would do anything to make sure that boy came home alive.

“That’s the lot.” Hopper finally said and you all let out groans of relief.

You quickly stretched your arms before you all got to work.

You were appointed the director of this whole thing since you knew what you were doing. You needed to fill the pool at the right temperature, instructing Nancy on which taps to use.

Hopper made quick work of adding in the salt with Jonathan. Dustin tested the waters with an egg and when it finally floated, it was all ready for El step in.

“Ready?” Joyce asked the girl. El nodded, placing the black-out glasses over her eyes and stepping into the pool.

You watched as her body floated and held your breath. She looked so familiar…

The sirens. The fear. The body floating in the pool… it was all your fault. IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT.

The lights of the gym started flickering viciously, snapping you out of your memory haze. You shook off the panic that threatened to erupt from your chest, focusing on the little girl currently trying to find your friends.

You watched as El’s breathing quickened. She had seen something. The hairs on your arm stood suddenly and it felt like your heart was going to leap through your throat. You didn’t know how you knew, but Barb was dead.

“What’s going on?” Nancy looked to Jonathan who was just as confused as she was.

“Is Barb okay? Is she okay?” Nancy asked the girl frantically. She looked to you, freezing when a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Gone! Gone!” El screamed over and over, crying.

Nancy held her hand over her mouth, tears spilling.

“It’s okay. It's okay. It's okay.” Joyce held onto El, comforting her as she struggled in the water. “It's okay, we're right here. We're right here, honey.”

She kept repeating as the girl physically calmed herself, still searching.

“Castle Byers.” Eleven uttered. It caught everyone’s attention.

Castle Byers was a place Will showed you once. It was his very own safe space that he wanted to share with you one day when you had a panic attack. He was trying to help you.

“Will.” She spoke again. Joyce almost cried, a gasp leaving her mouth.

“You tell him... tell him I'm coming. Mom is coming.”

El nodded in silence. You saw the relief wash over Jonathan. He was alive.

hurry

The voice echoed in your mind. Will. You looked around in shock to everyone else. But no one else reacted. Like they didn’t hear it...

“Hurry.” His voice echoed through the radio. Everyone heard it that time, silently celebrating.

“Okay. Listen, you tell him to… to stay where he is.” Joyce instructed. “We're coming. We're coming, okay? We're coming, honey.” She was crying now, wanting nothing more than to be holding her son in her arms.

A chill went down your spine as the small hairs on your neck started to raise, fear flooding your senses. In your mind there echoed a low growl, one you had heard before.

You searched the gym frantically with your eyes, trying to find the creature that was back to claim its prey. But there wasn’t anything lurking in the darkness. You drifted your gaze to the pool, seeing that El had begun to panic too. It wasn’t here. It was there.

A loud gasp escaped El’s mask as she woke up, sitting up in the pool and throwing away the glasses, clinging onto Joyce’s arms for comfort.

“Oh, okay, okay.” Joyce repeated, holding the little girl. “I’ve got you. I got you, honey. You did so good.”

El cried, pulling Joyce closer. You were still in tears, trying to process what just happened. You swore you could feel it here, creeping up on you. How is that possible?

The first panic attack you ever had was the day before your 14th birthday. The day before everything turned into hell. You don't remember what caused it; possibly the amount of stress your family had thrown onto you.

The first sign was when your hands started shaking. You held them tight to your body, willing them to stop. Then you chest began to feel tighter, restricting air until spots covered your vision. You couldn’t hear, you couldn’t see. The worse it got, the more you panicked until you managed to let out a strangled scream.

The last thing you remembered was the feeling of arms wrapping you into an embrace. You took in a deep breath before fainting, not knowing if you were ever going to wake up.

Part of you hoped you didn’t.

You found Nancy curled up against a wall, silently crying. You said nothing, walking over to her and sliding down the wall beside her, hugging your knees to your chest.

“She’s gone.” Nancy choked, breaking the silence.

“I’m sorry.” You said, placing your arm around her. She leaned in to you, resting her head on your shoulder.

“You knew.” She whispered, “You knew before she even…”

“I just…” You didn’t know how to explain it rationally, “I had a feeling that I- I couldn’t shake. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” Nancy straightened against the wall, turning her head to look at you, matching your teary eyes. You turned away from her, a tear dripping onto your knee.

The sound of a door slamming announced Jonathan walking to you, joining you both by sitting on the other side of Nancy.

“We have to go back to the station.” Nancy broke the silence.

“What?” Jonathan replied, looking to you.

“Your mom and Hopper are just walking in there like bait. That thing is still in there.” Her gaze was glued to the floor.

“We can't just sit here and let it get them, too.” You nodded, understanding what Nancy was thinking.

“We can’t.” Nancy added, her sadness masking the fury inside her.

“You still wanna try it out?” Jonathan asked you both, sighing. You had made a plan. And you were going to stick to it.

“I wanna finish what we started.” Nancy nodded, before looking between you both.

“I want to kill it.”

Soon enough, you had made it to the station. You distracted the officer on duty, asking him obvious questions. Since he recognised you, he chose to humour you, completely oblivious to your friends sneaking into the office and retrieving the weapons they had bought before Jonathan was arrested.

You were nodding along to some explanation that you didn’t care about when Nancy gave you the signal. You excused yourself and walked away, claiming you needed the bathroom.

You drove to the Byers, dumping the box inside and looking at eachother, breathing heavily from the adrenaline. You gave a swift nod, grabbing the box of nails and your bat.

“Let’s kill this fucking thing.”

Chapter 8: Revenge Best Served Cooked ->

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Fandom: Stranger Things Pairing: Robin Buckley x Female!Harrington!Reader Pronouns: She/Her Relationship: Romantic Occupation: University Student Ability: N/A

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[F/N]: Female Name [L/N]: Last Name [N/N]: Nickname [H/C]: Hair Color [E/C]: Eye Color

Warnings: n/a

this was requested by my friend @unparalleled-slothy and her friend @puresass, so you can go thank them for giving me enough inspiration to write something.

this is going to be if billy and [f/n] didn’t die or get possessed by the mind flayer, so an overall happy ending for those poor unfortunate souls.

I know this is way past valentine’s day but I don’t give a shit, I was just lazy.

that is all.

Ah, valentines the day.

The day where you celebrate love, whether it may be with your significant other or rather suffering in utter loneliness because you have no significant other. A holiday where the price of stuffed toys, a bundle of flowers and chocolate have doubled in price because they can do that. This was the first year [F/N] was going to spend Valentine’s Day with her actual lover, her beautiful girlfriend Robin Buckley, that wasn’t just some on and off fling but a girl she genuinely had a relationship with. Someone she almost loved just as much as her brother— almost, but she still had a place deep within her heart. Sure, [F/N] still had university to worry about but what’s a few missed days? Besides, she’s paid a few of her friends/classmates to take notes for her so when she returns she doesn’t flunk so hard.

Steve himself was just as excited for Valentine’s Day as [F/N] was, this time he was going to spend it with Billy. This was something new for the both of them, not so much Steve, but spending the holiday with another boy, yes. Steve’s heart was filled with so much love, he was ready to shower it all onto Billy, but he knew better than to overwhelm the blonde. Learning from him, he knew that Billy was starved of affection and was slowly getting used to Steve’s lingering touches, so he knew he had to hold back. Steve and [F/N] both had a plan for their lovers, they had all day to play and get their surprise ready for them, especially since neither one of them had school to attend and Steve was taking a day off from Family Video just to prepare.

“So what do you have in store for Hargrove, Stevie?” [F/N] asks, both herself and Steve lounging about outside by the pool despite the weather, a cold beer in her hand as they stared up at the dark sky above them “He’s told me he’s excited for what you have planned out, basically pleading with me to spare some details.” she hums to herself when she saw an excited grin stretch across his cheeks.

“Do you remember how lover’s lake has the best view after dark?” she nods her head, tilting her head back to take a swig of her drink “That’s exactly where I’m going to take him where the two of us are going to enjoy a night dinner under the stars.” her face lights up, snapping her fingers in his direction.

“Oh, I see. Are you planning it so that the stars reflect against the water?” he nods his head, snapping his fingers in her direction.

“Exactly that, sister dearest.” [F/N] applauds him for his creative idea, he sniffles softly and tilts his drink in her direction to gesture for her to speak her idea then took a drink “What about you? Robin has been begging me to spill what you’re gonna do with her.” [F/N] grinned, her couldn’t help but roll his eyes when he recognised that mischievous grin.

“You’re just gonna have to wait and see, my dear little brother.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you’re planning, I bet it’s got something that could potentially get you in jail.” she laughs whilst throwing her head back.

“Please, I’ve been to jail too many times to count that it doesn’t even matter to me anymore!” he couldn’t help but stare at her, whether it be with disappointment or disbelief, it wouldn’t matter to her so he tilts his head back and takes a longer gulp of his alcoholic beverage.

And that’s where [F/N] found herself outside of Robin’s house on Valentine’s Day morning, she drove slowly down her street as to not alert the entire street that she was there, especially not Robin. Pulling up just a couple houses down to her house she eyes it closely then nods to herself, no one seemed to be awake in the Buckley Residence so now was her time. She drums her hands against the stirring wheel before leaning over to the passenger side to grab a rose from the bouquet, along with a small box of chocolates. Her plan was to deliver her a rose from the bouquet along with a treat to Robin throughout the entire day until Robin collects all the roses and completes the bouquet, then at the very end of school she would pull up and take her on a sweet date, then to finish it off they were going to watch one of Robin’s favorite movies then cuddle their way to sleep.

She nods to herself. Yes, such a splendid plan. Lacing her fingers together and cracking them, she hastily makes her way over to Robin’s window that she would always climb to secretly get into her room. What a Harrington trait, huh? Her window was a little high, but she always kept the window open no matter the weather. Well, snow days were an exception but they were their favorite cause they could get away with spending the entire day in bed snuggling. Tucking the box of chocolates into her pocket and putting the rose into her mouth, she takes a step back, then leapt up to grab onto the edge of her windowsill then proceeded to push herself up until she was able to reach into Robin’s room. With that, she spat the rose into her hand and gently placed it down on the windowsill followed by the box of chocolates. Glancing up, she smiled softly yet brightly at the sight of her sweet little birdie sleeping peacefully. She wished she could stay longer; she wished she had a bit of time to give her girlfriend and kiss on the forehead but the sound of her door handle jiggling caused [F/N] to panic and lose her balance, evidently falling backwards and onto the ground.

*THUD*

“Ah, hmm…?” Robin let out a tired groan when her door was open. Taking a peek from out of her pillow, she saw her mother standing over her with a kind smile on her face “Argh, mum…. let me sleep.” she giggles softly at Robin, watching her daughter turn her head back into her pillow to bury her face further into the plush cotton.

“Now, now, Robin. You can’t just sleep in today.” she laughs this time when Robin groaned louder “Today’s a special day.”

“Friday?”

“No, sweetheart, it’s valentine’s day. And this year, you don’t have to spend it alone.” this was enough to get Robin to push herself up, her mother was laughing cheerfully now at the state of her daughter. Her short hair was a mess and sticking out in all sorts of places with some drool dribbling out of the corner of her mouth “If you finish your school day quicker, you might get to spend some time with that girl you love so much.” Robin’s face quickly turned a shade of red.

“Mum!” she groans out “You know it isn’t like that.” this caused her to roll her eyes.

“Right, like I don’t see the way you look at her each time she comes to pick you up and drop you off.” she leans down and gently pats her head “No matter how hard you try to hide it, my sweet daughter, your father and I will love you, regardless. Just remember that, Robin.” she then presses a kiss to her forehead, proceeded to ruffle her hair with a soft chuckle, and finally left Robin to wake up and get ready for school. She tosses her head back to shake the loose strands out of her face and in the corner of her eyes she notices the deep shade of red sitting on her desk. Standing to her feet, she gasped softly at the sight of a rose next to a box of chocolates, she giggles lovingly at the sight and picks them up, only then to notice a small note attached to the chocolates.

’good morning birdie,

I hope you had a good sleep, thought you might like a little gift to start your morning. There is plenty to come throughout the day, so forgive me that I do not come to take you to school for I have much to prepare for the evening. But I want you to know that it will be worth the wait, so enjoy your day and wait, you shall be greatly rewarded for your patience.

from yours truly, [f/n] harrington~❤️’

Robin could feel her cheeks already starting to hurt from hood big of a smile she wore on her face, she quickly peeks out of the window to try to at least catch her while she was leaving but frowned softly when she couldn’t see her mustang nor did she hear it when it left. Well, this was enough to know that [F/N] didn’t forget, so she nods her head and gets ready for the day, very excited to learn what her girlfriend had in store for them. Little did she know, [F/N] was beneath her outside the whole time. She laid completely still when she saw Robin stick her head out in search for her, then relaxed when she disappeared.

“How long are you going to be lying there, Harrington?” not even looking up to the owner of the voice, she raised her hand in greeting.

“Good morning to you too, Mr Buckley.” he nods to himself when he looked up from where she potentially fell from then back down at her. He kneels down and gently knocks on her forehead.

“Don’t do anything too frivolous, young lady. She’s still in high school while you’re a university student.” [F/N] nods her head and salutes him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.” he hums at her, nodding his head.

“Glad you understand.” she was a little startled when he grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, pulling her up slightly but enough so that they were face to face “But if I hear that you did something to her, to my daughter, you’ll have to answer to me. I don’t give a damn if you’re a woman or not, I’m still that girl’s father and I’m going to treat anyone she brings home the same way until they understand that my daughter is not to be messed with, got it?” [F/N] rapidly nods her head.

“Yes sir, I understands sir.”

“I’m happy we could have this conversation. Now run along. I don’t want her getting the wrong idea.” she nods her head and hurries off the moment he let her go, he stood outside the driveway sand watched her flee to her car, hand on his hip with a cup of coffee in his other hand “… that girl’s dead the moment she breaks my girls heart.” [F/N] now found herself trying to hide her car as she pulled up to Hawkins High School and how she was able to pull it off, she didn’t know, she was just that skilled. Sneaking into Hawkins High wasn’t too hard, trying not to get recognised as one of the most notorious student from a few of her old teachers was almost a little tricky, but blending in with a few students made it easier for her to slither past them. The hallways of Hawkins High were littered with hearts, banners saying “happy valentines day” and other shit like that, barf, this school was always quite the try hard when celebrating all sorts of holidays. Her next mission was to find Robin’s locker, and with the help of Billy and even Wheeler senior, she somewhat knows where it is.

“They said it should be around… here!” [F/N] made sure that no one was looking when she proceeded to break into her locker, cracking open a lock wasn’t hard for her, she’s opened up a bunch of lockers when she was still attending this shithole for a school. She grinned when the lock sprung open so with a smug grin and whistle she opened the locker and was greeted with the sight of Robin’s stuff, she did double check to see it was hers and pulled out of her duffel bag the next rose, a box of treats with a note and a trinket from Robin’s favorite book series. Hmm, she wonders what sort of face Robin will make when she sees thi—

“[F/N]?” she lets out a shriek at the sound of her name, slamming the locker door shut and whipping her head over in the direction of the voice, though, she was greatly surprised to see who it was “What are you doing here?”

“Eddie? What are you STILL doing here?” Eddie Munson, [F/N]’s longtime best friend since her last year of middle school and throughout high school up till her last year where she graduated and left Hawkins to study out of state. She was greatly surprised to see Eddie, who was her age, at Hawkins himself. Shouldn’t he be out and about making a name for himself outside of Hawkins, away from this shitty town that thought he was nothing more than a freak? She stared at him closer before making a face of disappointment, Eddie’s face scrunched up when he recognised it “You dumb bitch, were you held back again?” Eddie pulls a face before raising a hand.

“Don’t avoid the question.” she scoffs at him, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms “I don’t see a reason for you to be here, on Valentine’s Day of all days. I thought you’d be out and about getting into any girl’s pants to satisfy your loneliness.”

“Ah hahaha, very funny. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make jokes on my loneliness. Thank you very much.” she sighed when he made a gesture for her to continue, for her to explain what the hell she was doing there when she had absolutely no business being there in the first place, she sighed as she scratched her cheek “Well… I’m visiting someone.” he raised a brow.

“Visiting someone? Who?” before she could answer, Eddie let out a yelp when she grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him away and out of sight while also kicking her bag away. She held him close as she pressed herself into the wall behind her while he pressed his hands on either side of her head, their legs in between each other while they were face to face. Eddie was going to ask for her drastic reaction but paused when he saw her lean forward to peek past the lockers that were hiding them from the owner of the locker she broke in to. He leaned back and his eyes widened softly at who he saw. Robin Buckley? That band weirdo? No, it couldn’t be. He goes to make a joke when he turned back to look at [F/N] but paused when he saw that genuine look of love on her face that was only ever reserved for Steve and sometimes him and his group of friends, but this look? This look was new, she sighed lovingly as she draped her arms over his shoulders and rested her head on the side of his as she stared at Robin with a lovesick gaze. Her face brightened when she saw the rose she gave Robin that morning tucked into the breast pocket of her jacket, heh, the jacket she stole the year prior.

Robin was in a good mood that morning, seeing [F/N] definitely would have made it better, but she would have to settle for the surprise she had for her that afternoon. Steve was the one to pick her up that morning, but she sat in the backseat, leaving the front seat reserved for his boyfriend Billy. She drowned out their chatter for their afternoon date out and focussed solely on getting through the day as quickly as she could so she could see [F/N], oh, how she was graving to see her girlfriend right then and there. Pulling up to the school, she quickly gave her goodbye to Steve and Billy and rushed into the school, gagging out the few students who didn’t have enough decency to tongue fuck each other behind closed doors. She practically had to shove some random girl talking to her boyfriend because they were in front of her locker, she scoffed as she puts in the code to her lock then opens her locker, face brightening up to find another rose, chocolate and a gift inside.

’hi songbird,

Did you see the gift I left you? It’s a little trinket from one of your favorite book series you love talking about. I saw it in a shop and managed to buy it. It was the last in stock so I was quite lucky to snag it. Have a good day at school, Robin. Don’t slack off just because we’re doing something this afternoon. Love you~

From yours truly, your girlfriend~❤️’

Aw~ look at the face she was making. Her face was turning redder by the second! Ah hah, she’s hugging the note! Look, she’s grabbing the little trinket and putting it in her pocket. She likes it. She fully melts into the embrace she pulled Eddie into, her arms now wrapping around him as her head slouched into the crook of his neck, sighing dreamily as she watched Robin pick up the rose and add it to the first one inside her pocket. The moment Robin was out of sight [F/N] finally managed to collect herself and acknowledge Eddie, only to freeze up when he was staring at her with a suggestive expression.

“So… Buckley~” she scoffed at him, he laughed when he saw her face turn pink from embarrassment “I didn’t know you were into band nerds.” he burst out into laughter when she peeled herself off of him and pushed him away.

“Coming from a band nerd himself, loser.” they stare at each other this time before grinning at each other and grabbing each other by the hand, a loud clap echoing through the hallway the moment they grasped each other’s hands “So, you finally found the one that captured your heart. Do you love her just as much as you love your brother?” [F/N] pulls a face, tilting her head side to side before shrugging.

“She’s a close second place.” he scoffs.

“Dude, no.” she laughs with a shrug.

“She understood what she was getting herself into the moment she accepted to be my girlfriend, but I do tend to treat her with extra love.” with that she winked and blew him a kiss, he jokingly caught it then threw it in a nearby trashcan, she let out a gasp at his audacity “Anyways, think you know what class she has first? I wanna leave another rose.” Eddie lets out a breath as he looks down at his wrist to check the time.

“I don’t think you have enough time to do that, the bells about to—” the bell rung before he could finish, she let out a sigh at that “Welp, you better leave before you get in trouble. I, myself, have math class to attend.” [F/N] throws her head back with a laugh.

“Damn, math was never your strongest suit. Be well, soldier!” she salutes him and planned to leave but was stopped when a teacher appeared, it would’ve been bad if the teacher recognised her, it was awful because this teacher didn’t recognize her and thought she was a student.

“Oh, trying to ditch school, are you? With Mister Munson, no less.” [F/N] paused in her tracks, glancing back at Eddie then back at the teacher while pointing at herself, the teacher let out a sigh “Yes, you. Goodness, students these days. You think you can just avoid class to fool around because it’s Valentine’s Day, don’t you? Well, I’ve got news for you kiddos, you gotta suck it up and wait for the end of school so get to it!” [F/N] was then grabbed roughly by her arm, along with Eddie, and the two of them were dragged to math class. Eddie was giggling softly to himself as he and [F/N] sat at the back of the classroom, she herself had an incredulous look on her face that screamed she wanted to die. She glanced at him and gave him a glare, telling him to shut the fuck up, but he knew well and just ignored the way she was staring daggers into his eyes. A few other students attending that class were staring at the two in confusion, especially at [F/N] because they didn’t recognize who the fuck she was, the few juniors that were around when she reigned supreme in Hawkins as the fallen queen, were extra confused as to why she was there.

“Now students, I’d like for you to take out your textbooks and flip to the page that we were working on last week.” [F/N] scratched her eyebrow as she watched the lot of students do as they were told, she wanted to slap Eddie when she could feel him smirking at her as he pulled out his textbook that he would usually leave dormant in the bottom of his bag.

“Why am I here? I’m a goddamn university student, for crying out loud.” she let out a groan when her plans to leave gifts for Robin were stopped by this stupid teacher, dumb bitch. Whilst writing down a few problems on the blackboard, the teacher turned to observe the class but huffed when she saw that student she saw outside in the hallway, not paying attention. What irked her even more was that she had nothing on her desk and she looked quite bored, for heaven’s sake, even Eddie Munson has his book out and was at least writing something down “Is there a problem, young lady?” [F/N] glanced up when she spoke, looking around in confusion once more before pointing at herself.

“Me?” [F/N] asked, this caused the teacher to sigh.

“Yes, you. You have nothing out while the rest of the class is taking down notes. Is this class boring to you?” the young student had the audacity to yawn, she sniffled to herself as she proceeded to get comfortable.

“Boring? Oh no, it’s just calculus is quite easy.” she spares Eddie a glance “And I’m not sure why you’re attending this class when it’s quite difficult for the way your brain thinks.” Eddie shrugs.

“Have to pass it if I want to graduate.” he winces when she slapped his knee.

“Then fucking pay attention instead of sketching your D&D characters, numb nuts.” the two of them then proceeded to slap each other. The teacher has enough and slams her book shut.

“Well then, young lady. If this class is SO easy for you, you wouldn’t mind answering the few questions on the board, now would you?” [F/N] briefly looks away from Eddie to see the question. True or False, the graph of f(x) and that of f(x + 2) are the same, she rolled her eyes.

“False. The graph of f(x + 2) is that of f(x) shifted 2 units to the left.” the teacher was a little taken aback at the quick response, she quickly looks through the answers and exhales sharply when she was indeed, correct.

“Alright, what about the second one?” another true or false, the equation x = | y | , with x >= 0, represents y as a function of x.

“False again. Solve for y to find that y = | x | or y = -| x |; for one value of the independent variable x we have two values of the dependent variable y.” [F/N] chuckled with a smirk, now ignoring Eddie in favor of the teacher, leaning back in her seat and resting her face a top of her knuckles, her legs crossed over each other with her free hand tapping against the desk “Is that all you’ve got, ma’am?”

“Alright, fine.” pulling out a book of parametric equations, the teacher was quick to jot down the first question she saw. Eddie spared his friend a glance and saw she was eyeing down the question as the teacher went, in the parametric equation, x = 8 cos At, y = 8 sin At, 0 ⩽ t ⩽ 2π, how does A affect the circle as A changes? The teacher turns to face [F/N] the moment she finished, she didn’t spare her a look as she continued to look at the question, continuously muttering under her breath as she drew little equations in the air “Do you have an answer?” she didn’t like the smirk she wore on her face.

“I do.” lacing her fingers together she pushed them out and heard them crack under the soft pressure, she then rolled her fingers then opened her hand out “Eliminating t, x² + y² = cos², At + sin² At = 1, which is still a circle with radius 11 and center at the origin.” the teacher quickly looks through the book for the answer, in disbelief that she was able to solve that question without even needing to write it down, she was taken aback when she was correct.

“And your working out?”

“If we have A = 1/2 A = 2/1, (x,y) = (cos⁡1/2 t, sin⁡1/2t), i.e. as t ranges from 0 to 2π, 2π, the equation starts at (1,0) (1,0) and stops at (−1,0) (−1,0). This means that it goes halfway through the circle. So A governs the rate at which the equation traces out a circle. Similarly, if A = 2, A = 2, the equation moves twice around the circle.” she winks upon finishing, holding her hand out towards Eddie, who promptly slapped his hand down for a loud high five. She wasn’t valedictorian for nothing, always at the top of her classes without properly needing to pay attention to anything, she really only graduated out of spite “Like I said, ma’am, calculus is quite easy.” [F/N] smirks when the teacher turned red, rather it be from anger or embarrassment, both outcomes were hilarious as she stormed out of the room.

“Dang, you really made her angry.” Eddie murmured, she just shrugged as she dug her hand into her pocket, pulling out a flask.

“It’s her own fault for picking on me.” she unscrews the cap and takes a long swig, letting out a shudder as the sting of alcohol went down her throat, whining softly when he took the flask from her and chugged some alcohol down as well.

“You still haven’t lost your touch, have you?” she shakes her head.

“Nope.” [F/N] takes her flask back from Eddie to take another swig but paused when she saw a teacher she did recognise and they definitely recognised her, Eddie notices her gaze when she abruptly stands to her feet “I’ve got to go.” she grabs her duffle back and makes a break for it, she throws her bag through an open window before proceeding to throw herself out, letting out an oof when she landed on the ground with a thud. Everyone in the classroom watched as she sprung up, snickering amongst each other when they saw a bunch of leaves and twigs in her hair.

“You good, Harrington?” [F/N] blinked at him, then gave him a thumbs up.

“Spectacular.” she ducks down when the teacher she knew made an appearance, she briefly peeked through the window to mouth out “drama room” to him, he understood and gave her a thumbs up. She grinned softly and ducked away once more, scurrying out of view, then ran full speed to where the drama room was. She runs past a classroom but came to a stop when she saw someone, she briefly walks backwards, then ducks out of sight when she managed to find Robin’s class. A big grin appeared on her face when she saw her, peeking out from the bottom edge of the window to look at Robin. She hummed softly, giggling when she saw the look of absolute boredom on her face. She spares at glance at her duffle bag and smirks softly. Robin was at the verge of yawning during her time in history. The teacher was going on about something that was going through one ear and straight out the other. She was fiddling with the small trinket [F/N] got for her when she felt something hit her on the side of the head, she turned in the direction it came from but the sight of a deep shade of red caught her attention. She raised a brow in confusion when she saw that it was a rose, but where on earth did it come from? Sure Robin had no clue where it came from but [F/N] couldn’t help but smile blissfully, she nod to herself and ducked down once more than scrambled away to the drama room.

And that brings us to…

“Eddie said he wanted to discuss an upcoming campaign, said it was important.” Jeff murmurs softly as he, Gareth and Nathan walked to the drama room with the lingering first years following closely behind them. Glancing back at them over his shoulder, he couldn’t help but think back to the time where he and the other three used to follow behind Eddie and [F/N] during their first year, the two of them were full of so much confidence it was almost envious, though Eddie was the bark and [F/N] was the bite, a very dangerous duo “Don’t understand why he couldn’t talk about it during lunch in the cafeteria.” Gareth sighed.

“And where is he now?” Nathan crossed his arms with a scoffed.

“He got held back in English, he flunked on an assessment Mrs. O’Donnell assigned and she wanted to talk to him.” this caused all three of them to shake their head “At this rate he isn’t graduating, again.” Gareth raised his hand.

“Emphasis on the again.” now they’re all laughing, he then looked back at the first years again and waved his hand to get their attention “You guys are smart, right? Think you can give Eddie some pointers so he can pass SOME of his tests.” Dustin hums, looking up in thought.

“That’s a little tough. We’re all smart in different subjects, Gareth.” Lucas raises a finger.

“And Eddie has a different way of thinking, we all do.” Mike nods his head.

“And to adapt a way to teach Eddie where he can understand what we’re trying to explain to him is a challenge in itself.” he purses his lips “No offences to Eddie.” they all shake their head.

“None taken.” Nathan sighs as they approach the drama room.

“There really was only one person that was able to think down to Eddie’s level, even more so, get Eddie to study.” they think back to the time where on multiple occasions [F/N] was able to explain whatever she was doing and/or studying and explain it in such a detailed way that Eddie was able to follow what she was saying. Her proudest moment was when she managed to tutor him in physics and he got his very first C-, it wasn’t much, but he was better than a lousy F “Where have the days gone.” Nathan adds, a comical tear shedding from his eye.

“Really?” Mike questions, astonished that someone made Eddie STUDY “Who was it?”

“Not anyone you would know, but she’s a graduate and Eddie’s best friend.” Gareth pushes the door to the drama room open as he finishes his sentence, looking up from where he was he was shocked to see who was sitting in Eddie’s prized throne. Upon hearing the door open, [F/N], who was sitting on Eddie’s throne with her legs propped on the table whilst she read a D&D guidebook, looked up to see who it was and was immediately met with shocked looks. The shock quickly morphs into excitement and happiness as the boys cheer upon seeing her, the three first years stare in confusion at what was unfolding. What on earth was Steve’s older sister doing here at school, and why were their three seniors cheering at the sight of her? [F/N] quickly shuts the book and tosses it onto the table, standing onto her feet and throwing her arms into the air.

“Boys!” she cheers happily, she laughs when they copy her.

“[F/N]!” she rushes over to them and doesn’t hesitate to launch herself into Nathan’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and laughed aloud when he started spinning her around. When he put her down she cuddled into him as he squeezed her tight, she then moved on to Jeff and gave him the same bone-crushing hug then left Gareth for last. Since he was shorter compared to Jeff and Nathan, she wrapped her arms around his head while his were around her waist, she laughed as she pulled him close “Gare-bear!” she cooed softly, the two boys behind her laughed at the nickname that she and Eddie used exclusively for Gareth.

“Gare-bear?” Dustin whispered to Lucas, who shrugged his shoulders and continued to watch the exchange. Gareth lets out a grunt when she let go of him and instead held him in a headlock, digging her knuckles into his head.

“Dude, [F/N]! Stop that!” Gareth manages to push her off after a couple seconds of torture, she chuckles softly to herself and holds her hand up in front of her “My head hurts, thanks!” she winks at him.

“No problem, Gare-bear.” she hums softly when Nathan places a hand on her shoulder.

“What are you doing here [F/N]? You’re not exactly a high school student anymore.” she gasped, giving them a wounded look as she placed a hand on her chest.

“Am I not allowed to come visit my bestest friends in the whole wide world?” she deadpans when they stare blankly at her, she clicks her tongue and looks away while placing a hand on her hip “Alright, fine. I broke into the school to do some shit, you happy?” Jeff shakes his head.

“Of all the things you could do, especially on valentine’s day, you broke into the school. And here I thought you’d take this opportunity to ask out any unfortunate soul just so you can have your fun with them.” she scoffs at him, now glaring at him and pointing a finger in his face.

“Well unlike you three, y’all are hoeless! From my years of being your friend, I don’t ever remember seeing a girl in your arms!” now it was their turn to look offended, crossing her arms and looking away as they tried giving her every excuse in the book, her brow perked up when she saw Dustin raise his hand to get her attention “Yeah? What’s up little dude?” she questions, raising her own hand to keep Gareth out of her face.

��[F/N]? What are you doing here? And how do you know those three?” she laughs, throwing her head back.

“You seriously don’t know? Wow.” she doesn’t get to answer before Jeff appears from over her shoulder.

“She’s our best friend from back when she attended Hawkins.”

“That’s right! She’s an honorary member of Hellfire and Corroded Coffin.” she nods her head, grin so wide her cheeks started to hurt as she flexed her arm.

“That’s right, I’m one of the original members of Hellfire before I left!” she then let out a sigh, leaning back into Jeff’s chest “Oh, how I miss the good old days.” the four of them then start to talk about anything that came to mind, leaving Dustin, Lucas and Mike to look at each other in disbelief. [F/N], Steve’s older sister, was friends with the members of Hellfire? Does that mean she’s friends with Eddie? If they remembered correctly, [F/N] was at least a year older than Steve, that would make her and Eddie the same age.

“I understand you guys, but what is Eddie still doing in school? How could he flunk school for two years?” Gareth sighs.

“Without you to keep him from getting off track, that moron was pushing his assessments and exams to the side. He focused more on campaigns and his music, you were really the only person that could get Eddie to listen.” she lets out a long groan at the information.

“That damn idiot, I’m not his babysitter. I swear, he’s a dead man.” they all perk up at the sound of the door, [F/N] is cheering again when she saw Eddie enter the room “Eddie!”

“[F/N]!” the two are quick to approach each other, continuously slapping their hands together before grasping their hands together in a tight grip, they both then lean backwards before slamming their foreheads together. They let out dazed snickers, holding their heads after the harsh blow to the head.

“You two are so dumb.” Nathan comments, this caused them to giggle to themselves “Is this what you wanted to talk about, Eddie?” he nod his head, both himself and [F/N] holding each other by the shoulder.

“Yeah, I saw her this morning breaking into a locker and thought I’d keep her a secret for you guys. Did you like the surprise?” the three smile, yeah, they totally liked it.

“But that still doesn’t explain why you’re here in the first place, [F/N].” now [F/N]’s face drops when she felt Eddie smirk at her, before she could do anything to silence him, Eddie covers her mouth with his hand and keeps her locked under his arm as he leaned in close to the three so the three juniors couldn’t hear the private information.

“[F/N]’s got a girlfriend, so she broke into the school to leave her gifts.” Gareth, Jeff and Nathan’s face lit up, both in surprise and joy that [F/N] genuinely found somebody to love. [F/N] was bright pink when she ripped herself out of Eddie’s grip as she stared at them, she was now covering her face when they quickly surrounded her and spoke in hushed tones about who it could be.

“You’ve got a girlfriend? Wow, congratulations, [F/N]!”

“Who is it? Someone we know?”

“When did you meet her?” yeah, the boys knew that she was a lesbian, of course they did. They were the first to know when she realised that she didn’t really feel that sort of attraction towards the male population, she cried in joy when they fully supported her, but it did annoy her when they came to her about advice when it came to picking up ladies because she was still ridiculously good at it. They laugh softly when they saw her look away, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

“I met her last year, at the starcourt mall when I came down to see Stevie.” this caused the four of them to look at each other.

“You were here last year? How come you didn’t come see us first?” she and the three children behind her froze up, but she managed to keep her composure as her mind wandered back to ‘84. They look at her in confusion when she just closed her eyes and smiled at them, not knowing the horrors she faced and how she practically died. She let out a shuddered breath but continued to smile at them, her hand subconsciously lifting up from her side to press against her chest, feeling the rough scar beneath the layers of her clothes.

“Oh, I was just really busy I didn’t have the time to pop in.” she knew they wouldn’t buy the lie but if she wasn’t telling them on purpose, they knew better than to pry, so they left it at that. She lets out a grunt when Jeff wraps his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close and giving her a grin.

“Well, we’re happy that we get to see you now. We’ve got to hang out again, just like old times.” they look at her in anticipation, she sighs at the puppy dog eyes staring at her.

“Alright, alright! I’ll make sure i’ve got time so we can hang out.” she laughs when they were all pulled into a group huddle, Eddie and Gareth shouting loudly.

“Woohoo!”

Team Hellfire were now in on the plan.

Gareth, Jeff and Nathan were just as surprised as Eddie to learn that she had fallen head over heels for Robin Buckley. They thought she would have gone for someone like Chrissy Cunningham, and though she was a catch herself, Robin was more of her type. She punched Gareth in the face when he started to tease [F/N] for liking someone like Robin, this caused the other three to hold their tongues if they wanted to keep them. Anyways- they acted like a barrier to hide her from others that could potentially recognise her, she was almost caught when she wasn’t paying attention and Robin appeared from around the corner, the four boys quickly got in front of her and she hid behind Nathan. Robin looked at them, a bead of sweat forming on her cheek when she saw they were acting weird; weirder than usual. She just shook her head and quickly walked by them, tucking her hands into her pockets, she flinched when she felt something. A big smile worked its way onto her face when she saw it was another gift and note, opening the small box, she gasped softly when she saw that it was chain ring.

’hi robbie,

What do you think of this gift? I saw that you already had one, but what’s more to add to your collection? Besides, you’ll look good in just about anything I give, even more so, I think you’ll look good with not—

Robin quickly closed the note and pressed it to her chest, her face turning different shades of red. She looks around to see if anyone could have potentially have read the provocative note and let out a sigh of relief when no one was particularly close to see the contents, she takes another peek but decides to read it when she’s out of sight. Gareth raised a brow at the reaction Robin gave upon reading the note and looked back at his older friend, sighing softly when he saw that she was hanging off of Nathan’s back, a dopey little grin on her face as she stared dreamily at Robin’s retreating figure. Yup, they can definitely conclude that she had fallen deeply in love with Robin, she didn’t look at anyone like that for just about anybody, this girl was special.

Robin now found herself in band practice, her last hour before school was over and she got to spend her valentine’s day afternoon with [F/N]. Time and time again she got gift after gift, sometimes it was small things like a shiny rock, maybe even a pretty feather, then it ranged to things like rings and necklaces. So far her favourite was a spiked leather jacket, how she managed to sneak that onto her desk without her noticing, she’ll never know. Standing beside her was Vicki, the last person she had a crush on, after Tammy Thompson, and the ginger haired girl was rambling about her boyfriend and how he has plans for a date. She was listening but her words went through one ear and out the other, cause she just couldn’t contain her excitement about finally being in the arms of her gorgeous girlfriend.

“Hey, Robin.” she hummed, not really giving her attention to Vicki “Do you have a valentines?”

“Huh?” she giggled softly.

“I saw the roses and gifts you’ve gotten this entire day. You’ve either got a secret admirer, or you’ve got a boyfriend.” Robin couldn’t help but gag at the thought of being with a boy, people already thought that she was dating Steve while [F/N] was dating Billy. It was for the better that people thought that way, but she really wanted to flaunt about and declaring that [F/N] Harrington was her girlfriend.

“Boyfriend? Yuck. I’ll take the secret admirer, hoping they don’t reveal themselves so they can continue to give me chocolates.” Vicki laughs when she saw Robin pull out one of the many box of chocolates she got, taking out one and throwing it into her mouth “Better than being in such a troublesome relationship.”

“Well, you wouldn’t know how being in a relationship feels until you’ve got one. It feels so nice, when you’ve found the right one, that is.” Robin had to agree with Vicki on that one, it felt very nice to be in a relationship with [F/N]. Even though [F/N] made it clear that Steve was still her number one priority, she still made sure that Robin didn’t feel left out or that she didn’t feel loved. She always made sure that she was going to be with Robin through thick and thin, that they were going to be together until death has them. Robin was called away so she and the other brass players can discuss what parts they’re playing for Hawkins high basketball team, not knowing someone sneaking in through a window that was miraculously left open. By the time Robin returned back to her abandoned instrument she was surprised to see an assortment of flowers inside her trumpet, she looked at Vicki and saw her shrug.

“You didn’t see who put those there?” she shook her head, but there was a knowing look in her eyes.

“Not at all.” Vicki laughed when Robin playfully shoved her, Robin took the flowers out of her trumpet and inhaled the aroma the roses were giving, smiling softly down them “This secret admirer of yours seems to like you a lot.” Robin’s face turned a soft shade of pink, nodding her head blissfully. The tuba player blows softly into their mouthpiece as their eyes drift to the side, raising a brow at the sight of [F/N] hiding behind the large instrument as she watched Robin.

“Thanks again.” she murmured softly, they rolled their eyes as they raised their hand, a smirk grew on their face when she slapped down a fifty dollar bill “We never speak a word of this.”

“Never speak a word of what?” she clicks her tongue and snaps her finger at them, nodding her head.

“Exactly.” how Robin didn’t witness her shuffle out of the room, they’ll never know.

[time skip: end of the school day]

“Whoa! Is that a mustang?!”

“Who’s got money for a car like that?”

“Didn’t Hargrove own a camaro?”

“Yeah, that was until it got totalled.”

Eddie scoffed as he and his lot exited the school and saw the students huddled around [F/N]’s prized mustang, even when she was no longer a student she was still the centre of attention. He furrowed his brows when he saw that there was a bit of a dent on her front bumper and her lights were replaced, what the hell did she do to that caused her to damage her precious car? The other three behind him seemed to have noticed the difference but their thoughts came to a pause when the already loud chatter got louder, they looked up and scoffed when they saw that it was just [F/N] exiting her car. There was no denying it, the Harrington charm was very effective, because both the girls and boys couldn’t help but gush at the sight of [F/N] Harrington. Even though she fell from her grace long ago, they were no denying that she wasn’t the girl people would kill to be.

[F/N] scoffed at the people that started to surrounding, opting to put her sunglasses on and sit on the hood of her car as she waited for Robin. She had this excuse in her head that she was going to pick Robin up and bring her to Steve, confirming the rumour that she in fact was going out with her brother and that she won the approval of his overprotective older sister. Yes, that sounded like a full proof place indeed, now all she had to do was wait for her sweet little birdie and hopefully not lose her temper with the approaching high school boys horny on valentine’s day and wishing to get in her pants. She had a blank expression on her face when some jock slid in beside her, she didn’t pay him any mind and continued to wait patiently…. as patiently as her mind would allow it.

“So, what’s a pretty thing—”

“No.” he sputtered back at her abrupt answer.

“Well, I was thinking that—”

“No.” he felt irritated that she kept interrupting him, Eddie and his lot paled when they saw that jock continue to push [F/N]’s limits but their jaws dropped when he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pull her so that she would look at him.

“Listen, I’m trying to be nice here.” a few people whisper amongst themselves at the ordeal, watching closely as he leaned in closely to her face “How’s about you ditch your lousy date for me? I promise I can treat you… nicely?” he let out a surprised yelp when she grabbed him by his jaw with her free hand and slammed him down onto the hood, this time she leaned down towards his face but pulled down her sunglasses so he could get a good look at the disgust and anger in her eyes.

“What the fuck does no sound like to you? I am not here for a child like you who doesn’t understand basic english, maybe that’s why you’re still in school.” he let out a grunt, grabbing her by the wrist when he felt her tighten her grip on his jaw that was more than likely going to cause a bruise to form, a bead of sweat formed on his cheek when her glare hardened on him “Learn to treat a woman like a human before deciding to treat her like she’s a trophy to be won.” he shouts out in surprise when she lifted him up before proceeding to throw him onto the ground, the people watching all let out a roar of laughter at his shameless display “Don’t waste my time and get out of my sight.” she scoffed when he scurried off, probably off to the other jocks that put him up his poor attempt of getting laid. She shook her head and returned to her spot, flicking down her sunglasses until they perched themselves back onto the bridge of her nose and now waited in peace… despite the unneeded audience.

“What’s going on?” Eddie let out a startled yelp when he was shoved aside, looking to see who it was, he scoffed when he saw that it was merely Hargrove. Ever since 84′, that blonde has been causing nothing but trouble ever since he got here. Not only did he kick Harrington Jr. off his high horse and dethroned him, he apparently beat the guy black and blue at the Byers household. Why [F/N] hasn’t murdered that blue eyed bell yet, he’ll never kn— “[F/N]?” Eddie sputtered, Billy knows [F/N]? If he did, does that mean he survived an encountered with [F/N]?! She seemed to have sensed his presence because her head perked up and her face subconsciously brightened up at the sight of the blonde, going so far as to raising her hand to greet him.

“Billy!” she exclaimed, but then she realised her mistake. The rumour that she and Billy were a couple was still floating around and the fact that she was waiting at Hawkins High for someone, and now that she greeted him, can only confirm the rumour that these fuckers made up. Billy to realised what she had done because now everyone was looking between the two, a few of the female students were looking at [F/N] enviously that she managed to bag Billy Hargrove while the boys whispered their admirations and congratulations to Billy for hitching a date with the most gorgeous person within Hawkins.

“[F/N]…” he said again, muttering it this time. The two of them look at each other and they seemed to have been having a silent conversation between the two of them.

”Forgive me. I did it out of pure habit.”

“Yeah, and now people think you’re here for me.” she shrugged her shoulders, now looking away from him. Billy let out a grunt when he was grabbed by the shoulder and turned around, he raised a brow when he saw that it was Eddie Munson. If he remembered correctly, [F/N] mentioned in a passing conversation that Eddie was her greatest friend and she valued him very much, so he found it interesting that he was now face to face with the brunette.

“Hargrove, you know [F/N]?” Jeff looked him up and down.

“I for sure would have thought she would have beaten him up after what happened with her brother.” Billy flinched softly at the mention of that, thinking back to both events.

“No, no, she did. We’re just on good terms now, she considers me one of her good friends now.” he raised a brow when a smug aura radiated out of the four of them, a bead of sweat forming on his cheek as they smirked at him.

“Oh, yeah? Well, we’re her best friends!” Billy rolled his eyes.

“Right.” [F/N] slaps a hand onto her forehead as she watched them interact, she drags it down her face and glanced anywhere that wasn’t Hellfire doing their usual tomfoolery and involving poor Billy.

“Hey, weren’t [F/N] and Munson a thing back when she attended?” her face paled at those words, looking over towards the person who said and she recognised it as a junior that attended while she was still around. That’s right, people thought that [F/N] turned baddie because she got together with Eddie, what made it worse was that both of them were always hanging off the other and Eddie was a naturally affectionate person and since she was deprived of any and all physical affection, she couldn’t help but lean into it every once in awhile.

‘No, please god no.’ she thought in her head.

“You don’t think…”

’Please, you stupid high school students!’

”Oh, my, god! Munson is picking a fight with Hargrove!”

“He must still have feelings for [F/N] after the two of them broke up when she went out of states! Ooo, what a juicy thing to see on valentine’s day.” she deadpans when everyone who heard started whispering their own conspiracies, Billy and Eddie were amused at the accusations.

“Really? You with [F/N]? Now that sounds like a fantasy.” Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

“Says you. You oughta be dead for what you did to her brother.” Billy nods to himself, the two of them then stare at each other “… you wanna mess with her?” Billy couldn’t help but grin mischievously.

“With pleasure.” [F/N] was ready to call it quits and just go and find Robin herself but paused when Eddie and Billy came over and approached her, she stared at them in confusion when they took either side of her but neither broke eye contact with each other.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, Munson, but [F/N] is my girlfriend.” she deadpans once more, what? Eddie laughed, taking [F/N] by her wrist and pulling her towards him.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Hargrove, I’ve known her much longer than you have, and we hadn’t officially broken up, so she’s technically still my girlfriend.” Billy shook his head as he grabbed her other wrist and pulled her towards him.

“Well, I wonder why she came to me when she came back to Hawkins instead of you, huh?” Eddie know couldn’t help but get a little irritated at that, because he too wondered why his friend didn’t come to see him when she was in town.

“You know, I tend to wonder as well.” the two of them then began to bicker about who was better, feeding into the lies that [F/N] was in fact dating one or the either and people were placing their bets on who it was. Did the former queen share her throne with her jester or perhaps with the new king who dethroned her brother? Billy and Eddie were abruptly interrupted when she ripped herself free from their hold then grabbed them both by their faces and pulled them down towards her face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two? Is it fun that you’re taking great pleasure in my misfortune?” the two glance at each other then grin cheekily at her, she sighs at the silent response and squeezed harder on their faces. Her face then immediately brightens up when she saw the person she was waiting for, both boys let out a grunt when she threw them backwards and opened her arms “Robin~ there’s my favourite person.” she coos, Robin giggles to herself and reaches her hands out towards her girlfriend, to which she lowered her arms and took Robin’s hands into her own.

“You seriously waited for me?” she nods.

“Yeah, Steve asked me to come get you.” Robin’s shoulders slumped slightly, realisation dawning on her that she and [F/N] couldn’t even be open about their relationship, that [F/N] was hers “Lets get going, i don’t want to be here any longer than I need to.” she let out a grunt when she felt Eddie wrap an arm around her shoulder.

“Hows about you give me a lift as well? I missed being in your mustang?” she scoffed at him, smacking his arm off her shoulder.

“What happened to your van?” he waves his hand.

“It’s in the shop? Had to get a few things replaced.” she raised a brow.

“And you can afford that?” he places a hand on his chest.

“You wound me.” she was simply going to abandon him and only take Billy and Robin, which was the plan from the start, but a shout caught her attention. Turning to the source, her eyes widened at the sight of the same teacher that dragged her into her math lesson and she looked downright pissed. Eddie seemed to have noticed her distraction and turned to see what it was but was caught off guard when she started pushing him towards her car, she throws the door open and kicks him into the backseat. Robin and Billy seemed to have gotten the hint when they heard that math teacher screaming out for someone to stop the trespasser, that being [F/N], but no one did anything and just watched [F/N] jump into the drivers seat and quickly drive out of the parking lot.

“Well that was unnecessarily stressful.” she grumbled under her breath “Welp, it’s official, i ain’t ever going back as long as that teacher is still there. I think she’s gonna try and have me arrested.” Billy started to laugh, leaning forward from where he was seated in the backseat.

“I can’t believe you actually broke into the school.” she shrugged her shoulders.

“What can I say? I was aching to see my sweet birdie.” she cooed softly, reaching towards Robin’s face to twirl a strand of her hair around her finger before tucking it behind her hair. Robin immediately looked away to twirl a strand of her hair around her own finger, she then stopped when she realised what [F/N] had done and looked at Eddie in distress. He noticed Robin’s change in expression and raised his hands, giving her a look of reassurance.

“Don’t worry about it, Buckley. I already know [F/N] swings that way, I’m just more surprised she ended up with someone to begin with.” Robin looks at [F/N] and she nods her head.

“Yeah, he was one of the first people I came out to. I trust him with my life.” she then abruptly stops the car and turns back towards them, a look of irritation shining in her eyes “But fuck the both of you for what you did! Now people are going to spread rumours how I’m getting fucked by the both of y’all, and that thought alone is disgusting.” she sneers at them in disgust when they give her suggestive smirks “If you say anything I don’t like I’m gonna have you guys walk.” none of them could really risk going through with the risk so they just kept their mouths shut, she was kind enough to drop Eddie off first because Billy now lived in the trailer park after his father turned tail and bailed after the events that occurred during the 85′ and has been back since. Max’s mum, Susan, was kind enough to keep a roof over his head until he graduated but most of the time Billy was with Steve at their home. [F/N] greeted Wayne and he was more than welcoming when he saw her, opening his arms up and bringing her into a bone crushing hug, Robin laughed upon seeing her winded self nearly collapse to the ground when he let her go. She gifted the Munson’s a rose each and some chocolates, sparing them a kiss before leaving when Billy left the trailer and back into her car. [F/N] was instructed to pick Billy up and bring him around the house after the school while Steve himself hurried to pick the children up and drop them off home then race back to the house before her. He also told her to have Billy’s eyes closed before she made it home so when they was turning the corner to the Harrington residence she told Billy to do exactly that.

“Are we almost there?” she giggles softly.

“Yeah, we’re nearly there.” she has to silence Robin when she nearly gasped at what was in the driveway, [F/N] instructs Billy to keep his eyes closed when she parks her car and gets out of the drivers seat.

“Oh goodie, you’re here!” Billy’s head perks up at the sound of Steve’s voice, Robin then scoffs softly from where she was.

“You didn’t just say “oh goodie” at the sight of your boyfriend.” Steve playfully glared at Robin.

“Oh, hahaha, very funny.”

“Steve, whatever this is, it better not be stupid.”

“I promise you, blue, that you’re gonna love this surprise. Both [F/N], Robin and I put this together. Just for you.” [F/N] smiled softly at her brother, she waited for him to give her the go to and when she did she gently tapped Billy on his arm.

“You can open your eyes now.” and so he does and his eyes immediately start tearing up at the sight of his new and repaired camaro sitting in the driveway, both girls gently caress his arms before stepping back to let Steve comfort his boyfriend. Yeah, it was Steve’s idea to tow Billy’s car out from the dump and get it repaired. [F/N] found him working on it in their garage and immediately asked if she could help in any way she could, this later led to Robin wanting in to help as well. They had only recently gotten everything repaired or replaced just before valentine’s day and Steve believed it would be the perfect gift for his sweet Billy “And I’ll leave you two here.” she blows Billy a kiss and bids them both goodbye then the two of them were off to enjoy the rest of their afternoon together.

“i can’t believe you actually broke into the school, [F/N]. I thought you put Billy up to it.” she shrugged her shoulders, letting out a laugh.

“It wouldn’t have meant as much as it did if he did it, sweetheart. He only helped me to find which locker was yours, other than that, it was Eddie who helped me get close enough to you to leave little gifts.”

“Well, I really appreciated all those thoughtful little gifts.” Robin glances at her face and it brightens when she saw a big smile stretch across her lips followed by a soft flush of pink, seeing [F/N] react like this always made Robin feel giddy. She soon bites her lip, her hand slipping into her pocket and feeling for the small little gift box that had been sitting in there the whole day. Of course she had a gift for [F/N], she would have felt awful if she didn’t get anything for her, but it was nothing in comparison to everything [F/N] has given her so far and she wasn’t even finished with her surprise “[F/N].” she gently called, she got a hum in response followed by her turning the music down.

“Yes?”

“I love you.” the flush on [F/N]’s face turned brighter, this caused Robin to giggle once more.

“And I… love you too.” she brought Robin home first so she could freshen up and wear something more comfortable, she had yet another lecture from Robin’s father while her mother told him to lay off, telling [F/N] that she’ll be more than welcome to come by the Buckley residence whenever she was around. Robin now found herself in Billy’s situation, however, she had a blindfold over her eyes as she [F/N] drove her to an unknown location.

“Are you sure you’re not taking me out of town to kill me?” [F/N] laughs.

“Oh, please. If I wanted to kill you I would have done it without the need to leave town.” Robin shudders at the thought “Don’t even think about bringing up last years events.” Robin clears her throat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” [F/N] takes a deep breath to calm herself down “Are we nearly there yet? I want to look at you.” she chuckles at the impatience coming from her, tapping against the stirring wheel when they were stopped at the red light.

“Don’t worry Robin, you’ll get plenty of me and more when we get there, so be patient.” that comment was more than enough to get Robin to quiet down for the rest of the car ride, when they finally arrived at their destination Robin was led out of the car and taken on a bit of a walk. She held onto [F/N]’s arm as she trusted her not to let go, she let out a soft gasp when [F/N] did let her go but she held onto her hands and kissed the back of her knuckles “Just stand here for a bit and I’ll tell you when to take the blindfold off, mmkay?”

“O-Okay, just don’t take too long.” this earned Robin a soft kiss to the cheek, [F/N] quickly jogs away and sets up when she needs to get done, only a couple minutes pass when she hears [F/N] shout for her.

“You can take the blindfold off!” she was still a bit of a distance away from where she left her, Robin sighs softly and takes the blindfold off and the moment she did the sound of music hit her ears. She gasped softly at the sight of where [F/N] brought her, she had brought her to a beautiful lush rose garden and at the very centre of it all was a beautifully let gazebo and of course her beautiful girlfriend “Happy valentine’s day, Robin.” the wind picked up and blew some of the rose petals into the air, making the scene in front of her more romantic as she began to approach [F/N].

“When did you…?” she began to question, [F/N] chuckled softly as she took a step forward.

“One of the few fortunate things of being a Harrington’s child, you know a few good places for dates.” she sighed softly as she looked up at the gazebo “My mother told me how my father brought her here for valentine’s day, and though I’m not particularly fond of following in his footsteps, this place was too good to pass up on. So, hows about a nicely lit dinner between lovers on this sweet valentine’s day settle for a date?” [F/N] then reaches forward, extending her hand out to Robin for her to take.

“Heh, how romantic.” Robin finally settles her hand down in [F/N]’s hand, letting out a laugh when [F/N] pulled her into her arms and spun the two of them around, the both of them laughing to their hearts content “Did you book this place out?” she asked, [F/N] hummed as the two of them now swayed to the music.

“Mm hmm, I booked it weeks in advance and paid a lot of money so someone else couldn’t buy the spot out of me. You deserve the perfect view as we dine and dance on this very romantic day.” she muses, pressing her cheek into Robin’s “Do you like it?” she briefly pulls away to get a look at Robin’s face but hers dropped a little when Robin looked a little conflicted, she soon holds her hands and rubs her thumbs over her knuckles “What’s wrong? Is it too much?” Robin lets out a sigh, pulling back a little as she looked anywhere that wasn’t [F/N]’s pretty doe eyes.

“No, it’s just… I feel guilty that I won’t be able to treat you to something as grand as this. My gift can’t even match up to everything you put together.” [F/N] gasps softly.

“You got me a gift?” Robin meekly nodded her head “Can I see it? If it makes you feel better, you’ll be the first person— girlfriend, really, that’s gotten me a gift?” Robin whipped her head to look back towards [F/N], who chuckled nervously as she rubbed the back of her neck bashfully.

“Really?” she nods.

“Yeah, I played the male role in the relationship and was the one that usually gave my dates gifts. Most of the times I could tell that each relationship I had was one sided, that my love and attention would never get reciprocated.” Robin pouts softly, reaching forward to cup [F/N]’s face.

“Well, they’re stupid to not think of spoiling you either.” this caused a laugh out of her, Robin pulls away to dig into her pocket. She nervously held the small box in her hand, rubbing her thumb into the wrapping before handing it to her. She waits nervously as [F/N] pulls at the ribbon to unravel it then she removes the lid to look at what was inside, Robin watches her grab it and pull it out, revealing the small little locket that she bought from an antique store. She opens it and her heart melts at the sight of the picture inside, it was taken by Steve when she was in the hospital after she and Billy miraculously survived the onslaught they suffered through, it was of her and Robin cuddled together look happier than ever as they shared a kissed. On the other part of that locket had words engraved on it, ”you’ll forever have my heart, as I’ll have yours. through thick and thin, I will always love you; never forget that”. [F/N] couldn’t help but grit her teeth as her hand enclosed on the locket, her eyes began to water as the tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. Robin quickly cups her cheeks when the tears finally did manage to fall, she understood why [F/N] was reacting this way.

When she and Billy did recover after the Starcourt burnt down, [F/N] wanted nothing to do with Robin and Steve. She wanted to leave the state and stay out, not because she didn’t love them anymore, no, it was because she thought it was safer for the both of them if she wasn’t around anymore. It broke her heart that she was alive after everything she had done, she would have felt better if she died after that because at least she wouldn’t have to feel the guilt of practically cheating on her girlfriend while emotionally abusing her then physically beating the shit out of her and her precious little brother. Robin made it clear that there wasn’t anything that [F/N] said that was going to drive her away, [F/N] needed her more than ever and she was going to stay by her side and give her the help that she needs to recover; both physically and mentally. It took a lot of time before [F/N] was able to look at her again or even touch her without recoiling away, Robin was in tears when [F/N] managed to actually hug her without immediately pulling away, her heart swelled up when they were able to cuddle in bed like they did before. Robin thought of that little gift when she saw that locket in that antique shop she passed while in Indy with Steve, she was grateful for her brother when he still had that photo saved on film and quickly got it developed, shaped and placed perfectly in the locket. She thought that [F/N] would appreciate a gift that marked a pretty intense part of there life along with words that helped ease her mind that Robin was going nowhere.

“W-What did I do to deserve someone like you?” she sobbed into her shoulder, her arms wrapped around her torso as she pulled her close and held her tight so she wouldn’t disappear “Why did you stick around when I’ve become this damaged?” she inhaled deeply, rubbing her hands up and down her back.

“Because I loved you, and I knew what I was getting myself into the moment I agreed to be yours.” she gasped softly at that as another sob left her lips, Robin gently pulls back but doesn’t resist when [F/N] moved her arms from her torso to around her waist. She lifts her face up to gently wipe away the tears before pulling her into a much needed kiss, [F/N] couldn’t help but cry softly into the kiss “You deserve to be loved, and you deserve to be taken care of. You deserve love.” this earned a soft hum, the older woman leaning into the palm that cupped her cheeks as her body relaxed.

“I deserve… to be loved.” Robin nods.

“You do, and I am more than willing to give you my love.” she then takes the locket from out of [F/N]’s hands, quickly clipping it on around her neck then gently patting her on the chest “Happy valentine’s day, [F/N].” she smiled tearfully, sniffling softly as she held the locket in her hand.

“Happy valentine’s day, Robin.” she then kneels down to wrap her arms around Robin’s waist to lift her up and spin the both of them around, laughing to her hearts contents when Robin let out a squeal of joy, her hands planted on her shoulders to keep herself balanced. When [F/N] finally brought her down she continued to hold her in her arms but this time Robin wrapped her arms around her neck, the two of them stared into each other’s eyes then finally shared a kiss that they poured so much love into.

They were in love, and that was their moment.

…

“Are you alright?” a voice asked, the person they asked slowly opened their eyes and they had a pained expression on their face as a single tear ran down their cheek. They stared up at the sky above them and their face turned bitter as they raised their hand, swiping the tear away in one swoop.

“Yeah, I just had a nice dream.”

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 year

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the day it started

summary: an alternate opening to my byers!sibling series

WC: 892

warnings: none!

A/N: this was one of the early version of the series rewrite for reader insert and honesty i like it too much to let it grow cobwebs in the drafts. plus i feel like it gives a different vibe to the story if you read this as the start. @alecmores is my trusty proof reader (i have to threaten them sometimes. its fine y’all, dont call paw patrol)

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“(Y/n), get up, I’m making breakfast.”

Jonathan shook you awake from your peaceful slumber and you just grumbled and pulled the blanket tighter over your face blocking out any light seeping its way into your room. Sadly, Jonathan also grabbed the blanket and ripped it off you, causing chills to run up your body from the abrupt coldness.

“Christ, okay. I’m up.” You blurted out, just wanting Jonathan out of your room. You could feel the little smirk on his stupid face as he walked away and closed your door.

You slapped your hands over your face, just wanting to stay home and skip school today, but you couldn’t or your mom would get upset at you. So you slowly, but surely, got up into a sitting position on your bed, your hands resting on both sides of your body with you just leaning forward a bit to let the dizziness pass. Then you got up feeling like a plank of wood with how stiff your body was, making the process of getting ready a bit slow.

“Dressed, face washed, teeth brushed, backpack ready,” you mumbled to yourself making sure your little checklist was completed because, yes, sometimes these small things slip past you. With everything good, you made your way to the kitchen and saw Jonathan cooking some eggs and Joyce walking into the kitchen dressed for work.

“Sleeping Beauty is finally awake.”

You looked at your mom with your half-lidded sleepy eyes just causing her to smile at you and her little joke. You just made your way to the table and took a seat waiting for food to be served. You felt your mom grab your head with her hands and planted a kiss on the crown of your bedhead. You just tilted your head up at her and gave her a smile which she returned lovingly. Then you turned to Jonathan with your hunger and patience waning.

“Excuse me, sir, but I would like my breakfast now since you woke me up too early,” you spoke to him with a sarcastic air. He just looked at you and rolled his eyes and went back to finishing the eggs.

“Where’s Will?” Joyce asked when she noticed that Will hadn’t left his room since you got to the table.

“I forgot to wake him up.”

“But you remembered me.”

Joyce just rolled her eyes at the both of you and went to Will’s room knocking on his door waiting for an answer before entering. When she didn’t get one she went inside and noticed he wasn’t anywhere to be seen along with his backpack.

“Did Will come home last night?” she asked when walking back to the both of you with breakfast finally done.

You and Jonathan looked at each other asking the same question with your eyes, when noticing both of you didn’t know the panic began to brew.

“I don’t know, I was at work until 10.” “I was at the library studying for a few hours.”

Joyce looked exasperated with both of your answers. “Guys, you know you can’t be out late when I’m working. There needs to be someone home with Will.”

“Well, he was at the Wheeler’s pretty much all day, probably just slept over,” Jonathan tried to supply an answer to Joyce.

You were eating your eggs and toast as you listened to your mom talking with Mrs. Wheeler over the phone. “Oh, he probably just- probably just left early for school. Okay, thanks Karen, bye.”

You furrowed your brows a bit after hearing your mom's response to Mrs. Wheeler about Will’s absence. “Mom, why did you lie to Mrs. Wheeler?”

Joyce just started to wring her hands together and looked between you and Jonathan. She tried to flash a smile of sorts, but it fell flat and you felt the panic in your stomach rising more by the second.

“He probably just left early for school,” she said, trying to convince everyone, mostly herself.

You just continued to eat your breakfast, but you kept glancing over at Jonathan to see his reaction to this situation.

“We’ll see if he’s at school when we get there,” he replied meekly.

Joyce nodded at his reply and then kissed both of your heads before leaving for work, the anxiety growing on her shoulders.

When you heard the front door close and heard the car engine turn on you turned to Jonathan who was barely eating the breakfast he made. You turned to him with your toast in your hand that was resting on the table.

“Do you really think Will is just at school?”

Jonathan turned his head at your question and he could probably tell the anxiety swimming in your eyes because he gave you something of a smile and nodded his head while picking at his eggs.

“Yea, everything is alright, (Y/n).”

You just stared at your plate for the next few seconds trying to calm your mind from its racing thoughts about Will.

“Yea, you’re probably right.”

#stranger things #stranger things series #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things reader insert #strangers things season one #stranger things byers!reader #female byers!sibling #will byers #jonathan byers #joyce byers

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fairyellieee · 2 years

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No, I'm not fine. I regret ever watching the show😭

-Stranger things spoiler under the cut-

EDDIE DIED LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! HE WAS LITERALLY THE ONLY REASON WHY I WATCHED THE SHOW😭 SCREAMING, CRYING, PUKING, MOURNING😭

And max?! Omfg I can't even- my emotional stability is quaking rn😭

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alex-byers3 · 2 years

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As It Was (Steve HarringtonxReader)

Part 9

“Mom’s not even home yet,” I groan.

Steve puts his car in park in front of my house.

“Where is she?” Steve leans back in his seat.

“Who the hell knows! No one is ever home nowadays.” I lash out, rubbing my hands over my face.

I look over at Steve, his face had a frown.

“Don’t give me that look,” I roll my eyes.

“What look? I’m not giving you a look!” Steve threw his hands out.

“You are looking at me like I’m a lost puppy,” I say.

Steve smiles slightly. “You gonna be okay? By yourself?”

“Always, Harrington. I’m used to it,”

“You shouldn’t have to, Alex.” He grabs my hand, holding it gently.

I don’t say anything. I just look at him. I have the urge to ask him to stay again. Just in case the nightmares come back. I think he notices the question in my eyes.

“You want me to stay?” Steve asks, still holding my hand.

I nod and say, “Please,”

He smiles and lets go of my hand. He turns his car off and grabs a change of clothes from his back seat.

“Do you always keep extra fucking clothes in your car?” I laugh.

“You know me, always being prepared,” He winks at me.

“Oh yeah right, Harrington,” I laugh. I grab my bag and get out of the car.

I hear Steve laughing behind me as he gets out of the car, hearing his footsteps follow me up to the house.

I get my keys out and unlock the door, going inside and Steve walks in behind me. He turns the lights on in the living room. I go into my room and throw my bag next to my bed. I hear Steve go into the bathroom, probably to change his clothes. I close my bedroom door and quickly strip my work uniform and my bra. I go to my dresser and grab my oversized KISS band tee and my gray sweatpants. I take my hair out of the hair clip it was in and use my hands to fluff my hair around. I open my bedroom door and see Steve standing right there.

“Why’d you close the door?” He asks.

I look him up and down and see he’s wearing a plain dark blue shirt and black sweatpants. He looked……good.

“I was, uh, changing,” I stutter.

“Ah,” He smiles and walks into my room.

I close the door, staring at it for a second. What the fuck am I doing? He is my best friend. Stop it.

“You okay?”

I whip my head around and see Steve, already laying down on my bed. I nod and go lay down.

“Do you think there are Russians in Hawkins?” Steve asks.

I shrug my shoulders. “I mean from the shit we’ve seen, I wouldn’t put it passed us.”

“But what are they doing here?” Steve lays on his back and puts his hands behind his head.

“Steve, if we knew, we would know,” I say, laying on my side, watching him.

There is a comfortable silence. He’s staring up at the ceiling, a smile still on his lips. I scan his features like I always do, but something felt different this time. His hair is swooped across his forehead. I can smell the Farrah Fawcett hairspray lingering on my pillows now. His eyelashes are long and black. His jawline is sharp but looks soft. I want to run my fingers along his face to test my theory. His nose looks perfect. Those goddamn lips though. They look soft and pillowy. I just want to—fuck no stop. I tear my eyes from him and bite my bottom lip.

“Hey,” Steve is now looking at me.

I look at him, feeling my skin get hot. He smiles and moves his left hand from under his head, motioning his hand towards him. I smile at him and scoot my body closer to him. My head rests on his chest, his arm going around my shoulder. He grabs the blanket at the end of my bed and drapes it on top of us. My ear is pressing up against his heart. I can hear it beating. I move my hand to rest on his chest, next to my face and I hear his heart beat faster. It startles me for a second, but I swear I was just imagining it.

“Get some sleep, Lex,” He kisses the top of my head, and the butterflies in my stomach swarm.

I close my eyes and snuggle into his chest, feeling his head resting on top of mine while his fingers caress my bare arm.

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I feel my hand on a warm, soft surface. My eyes stay close as I can feel myself waking up. I move my head up and my nose brushes against warm skin. It doesn’t click in my head what it was, I didn’t care. My arms are wrapped around Steve’s chest, our legs intertwining, and my head is nestled in his neck. When it clicks, my eyes widen and I try to not make any sudden moves. His breathing is the same so I can only assume he’s still asleep. He moves his body slightly, pulling me in by my waist, closer to him. I can feel my heart beat out of my chest but I don’t move. My breathing gets faster and I realize my lips are not even an inch from his neck while my forehead is pressing against his neck. It's not that it was uncomfortable. I guess it was just a little awkward that I was ‘couple snuggling’ with my best friend who was completely unaware of what was happening.

“Steve?” I whisper.

He groans but doesn’t move.

“Steeeeeve?” I whine.

I feel his jaw muscles moving on top of my head and his body freezes.

Shit.

He pulls away from me slightly and I use this opportunity to move out of his embrace.

“Sorry,” His face blushes a shade of red as he rubs his face.

“Oh, it’s fine, I uh—I just had to go to the bathroom,” I try to laugh and bolt off my bed and go out my door, locking myself in the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror. I didn’t think low of myself. I knew I was hot stuff. But even considering the fact that I liked my best friend and the possibility of him liking me back seems like a stretch. Steve is a good guy. Hell, a great one. But there was a part of me that felt like he deserved someone better. But also why would Steve even like like me in the first place? I’m just his annoying best friend he got stuck with when he lost his ex-girlfriend. I collect myself and flush the toilet, giving the illusion that I went and turn on the sink, letting the water run for a good 20 seconds. I turn it off and walk out of the bathroom and go back to my room. Steve was standing in the middle of my room, shirtless, wearing his work uniform shorts.

“Sorry, had to change,” He sheepishly grins, throwing his shirt on.

I feel the heat rising in my cheeks. “Relax, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before Harrington,” I sit on my bed and watch him put his shoes on. Is he leaving? I look at my alarm clock. It says 6:30 am.

“Are you leaving?” I ask.

Steve looks at me like he’s sorry about something.

“Yeah, I forgot I told my dad I’d help him with one of his stupid projects before I went to work. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to take you to work today,” He says.

I nod, “Don’t worry about it. Mom or Jonathan can take me,” I give a not-so-convincing smile.

“Ok, see ya later,” Steve salutes me as he leaves.

I hear the front door open and close. I hear his car start and speed off the driveway. What just happened? Did I say something that put him off? Was it because of how we woke up tangled in each other's limbs? Did I embarrass him? Was he mad at me?

Thoughts were racing through my head and it was making me upset.

“Alex?”

I look at my bedroom door and see Mom standing there.

“You okay, honey?” She looks worried.

“Yeah, uh, any chance you could take me to work today?” I ask.

“Um, sure, yeah what time do you work?” “10 to close,” I tell her.

“Yep, I can do that,” She starts the leave but then comes back.

“Was, uh—Steve here?” She asks.

“Yeah, is that a problem?” I ask.

“Not at all, no. Just uh be careful honey,”

“What do you mean?”

Mom looks uncomfortable and it clicks.

“Oh my god, Mom, thats’ gross! No!”

“I’m just making sure—“

“Steve and I don’t—we aren’t—“ I stutter.

“Honey, the way you look at him says otherwise,” She smiles and leaves.

I am left alone with my thoughts again and I feel like I’m kicking and screaming at myself. Do I look and act desperate? Says the girl has never had a boyfriend, let alone a first kiss. This is stupid. I’m going to die a virgin.

I shake my head and go out into the kitchen, to see if Mom needs help with breakfast.

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velvet-paradox · 2 years

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Between (Part Two)

Fandom: Stranger Things/Marvel AU

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Female reader, Jim Hopper x Joyce Byers, eventual Female reader x Jim Hopper, eventual Jim Hopper x Female Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: the new neighbors next door are really something, huh?

Length: Medium

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, ok look... one little idea pops in my head and here we have this mess; take it or leave it (PLS TAKE IT): explicit content, voyeurism, strong language, oral (m receiving), unprotected P in V, creampie .

Tagging: @synnersaint @yiiiikesmish

ENJOY!!!

"No no, like this!"

Jim smiled in his own backyard watching Will do a summersault on the grass. El laughed at him, missing out on those little fun things as a child. Not poked and prodded and forced to use her powers for hours on end.

"Now you try!" Will and the rest of the kids were still pretty young at heart. They played some fantasy game that Jim had never gotten the grasp of, biked around and would sometimes play a pick up game of basketball at the rec center. He hoped El wouldn't grow out of that stage just yet. Seventeen. He was suddenly reminded of what you had said when you first met, that you were a bad influence of sorts. Jim wondered how many hearts you broke along the way to land Steve Rogers.

"Hey Jim, we're out of basics, would mind running to the store?" Joyce finished soaking the dishes, sliding in the last plate he could hear from the window while he smoked and watched the teens play.

"Sure thing! Keep an eye on em' while ya?"

"Whatever you say, chief." Joyce blew him a kiss and tossed hum the keys through the open bay window.

Jim turned down the radio in his truck, lurching forward in the seat as he saw storm clouds rolling in. Thick dark pillows clouds gathered and just far enough I the distance he could see little sprinkles of blue white lightning in the future. A few droplets of water hit his cheeks when he walked into the grocery store.

Jim grabbed a few things the house needed and few that it didn't. Did he really need to buy an extra six pack and a box of Twinkies? No, but they were in the cart anyway. He strolled through the aisles and just as he put the last bag in the backseat there was a shout from behind him.

"Look out!"

Bang.

Son of a bitch!

A wild shopping cart, dizzy from the gaining wind slammed into the back of his leg. As he rubbed his knee quick footfalls came closer.

"Omg Jim I am so sorry!" You grabbed the shiny red handle of the cart, spinning it away. "Damn thing got away from me! Are you ok?"

"It'd alright Y/N, I'm alright." Jim winced and his eyebrows met his hairline when you dropped down to a squad, touching his knee. His skin felt too hot and wished the rain would just get here already. Wash away this strange new feeling.

"Are you sure?" You asked and looked up at him through your lashes. Poor Jim. He caught just the briefest of glances down your shirt.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

You got up with a bounce. "It's not busted is it?"

"Nah probably just a scratch, nothing serious. Trust me, I've had worse.”

"Gosh I am really sorry, Jim."

"You don't have to apologize, that storm is coming in hot. I'm surprised more carts aren't flying around here." Jim joked, relaxing when you smiled.

"I'm parked just over there," you thumbed behind you, Jim could see the trunk of your car was still open, then you turned back with a wicked twinkle in your eye. "Wanna' race home?"

"What?"

"I'm kidding! I know you're a lawman."

"Was, a lawman. "

"Once a man in a uniform, always a man in uniform." You touched his arm, not the way you touched your husband's but close enough to let it linger.

....

"So... what do you think?"

"You look like a princess."

"Or something a princess ralphed up." Will joked as El spun around the living room in a too pink, too puffy sleeved and flounce homecoming dress. She frowned.

"Will, be nice." Joyce never could scolded Will, not like she did before everything had turned Hawkins on its' head.

"I'm just joking!" Will hid his shit eating grin and hugged his stepsister. "You know I'm kidding, right El? It looks nice it's just..."

"Just what?" El asked swished the skirt of the dress.

"It's just, I don't know El, it's not you. Not your style."

"My style?" El's frown grew and she moved and plopped down on the couch next Jim. He patted her leg. "What's my style?"

"I don't know. You haven't figured that part out yet." Will shrugged.

"Look at Mike, he rocks band tees and ripped jeans because that's his style, that's how he is. And Max, she's a big music head so she wears what her idols wear. You'll figure it out. Pink just doesn't describe who Eleven is."

"Oh."

"Don't worry sweetie, we'll take you to the mall and have a girl day. How does that sound?" Joyce offered just as the timer on the stove went off.

....

A crack of thunder and a purple wave of lightning lit up the night sky, rain came down in full on sheets. Jim checked and rechecked that he had in fact rolled up all the windows on the cars. It sounded violent.

Another sleepless night.

The sounds outside put the whole Byers/Hopper house expect for him. Munching on a banana in the kitchen didn't help, the glass of cold tap water didn't either. He hung his head at the sink, gingerly placing the glass on the surface. He walked through the living room with a yawn but stopped short when a flash of lightning illuminated the empty space between the houses. Jim squinted, uncertain of what he just saw or thought he saw until he got to the window.

What was with these glimpses into other people's lives that lured him like a moth to a flame?

It was wrong to be nosy, to be that neighbor. He thought of Gladys Kravitz from Bewitched, always on the look out for something strange across the street. But there was something goin no.

As Jim peered through the downstairs window, no enough to cast a shadow or let himself be known.

You were in your own living room, moving your head back and forth while Steve had his hand at your throat. He was choking you, shaking you around in the candle lit room. Steve's hand slapped your face twice in succession, not violently but enough so that you pouted and looked up at your husband. Jim fumbled around for the phone but stopped when he lifted the receiver, Steve was pointing at you, then the floor. Jim couldn't see much after that, other than the top of your head that made a good shelf for Steve's large hands as you sucked him off.

....

Adventurous is what Joyce called it when he told her the next afternoon, finally the weekend to enjoy and indulge in some much needed R & R.

"Their young and in love Hop, it's fine. Their consenting adults and why are you watching them anyway?" Joyce asked, rummaging through the clean and maybe not so clean piles of laundry in the bedroom.

"I wasn't watching them! I just happened to look out and see Steve choking and slapping his wife!"

Joyce regarded him. "Jim. People experiment sexually all the time, maybe their into some kinky stuff."

"Well we don't do that stuff!"

"No Hop we don't and you know why?"

Jim abruptly looked at his wife. "No, why?"

"Because we're not them!" She laughed and at least threw a clean pair of socks at his face. "We're old and we have young kids in the house... once it's just you and me, if you want to fool around with that kind of thing we can explore it then but for now," Joyce shook out a shirt and as an after through smelled it and tossed it down quick to the dirty pile at her feet. "Yeesh. Until then, I am a-ok with our missionary."

"That's all we do." Jim didn't mean for it to come off like that, he was fine with it too but sometimes he wanted to bend his wife over, take her from behind, tug on her hair, smell her neck.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing."

"Oh no, not nothing. Explain yourself, Jim Hopper. " another wad of socks bounced off his chin.

"It's nothing Joyce really. I didn't mean anything by it. Just like, I don't know. We used to be like them I guess, not slap happy shit or that what do you call it-- exhibition junk, but we used to do it all the time, all over the place. Remember when I turned thirty-seven and we had sex at skull rock like we did in high school?"

"Yes... and you're right; that was pretty fun." Joyce smiled in her reverie.

"Ya' know I think that was the last time I fucked you from behind. Jesus, maybe we are old..."

The laundry basket hit the floor with a thud, all her sorting efforts gone to nothing. Joyce strolled around the end of the bed and grabbed Jim's foot.

"You uh, maybe wanna do that now?"

Jim burst at the seams. Nobody wake him the fuck up.

"Wait, now?"

"Yeah now! The kids are gone, it's just you and me for the next hour or so," Joyce wiggled her eyebrows and twitched her lips to the side. "Or maybe even later."

....

Fuck this felt good. Why did this feel so fucking good? He almost forgot the feeling, the way Joyce melted and clawed at his arm wrapped around her waist. How her muffled breath for more sounded to his ears, his knee made a popping sound but that didn't stop him from fucking his wife. If anything it made him lust after her even more. Joyce laced their fingers together on her soft stomach, bent over her and smelled her hair, her perfume. The slap of skin on skin, their hot bodies set in unison drove his cock deeper into her.

"Jesus Hop, don't stop!" Joyce moaned and slipped out of his grip, falling to the mattress as his thrusts sped up, chasing the lightning of both of their orgasms.

"Christ Joyce, that's it. That's fucking it!" Jim tugged on her mused hair, scratching at her scalp, stretching her around him until the final grunt of her name as he came, letting go inside her as Joyce gripped the sheets by her head and followed over the edge with a wail.

"We gotta’ do that more often." Joyce panted, rolling over and fixing her tits in her bra. It happened so fast her shirt was just shoved up enough to expose her chest, jeans hung loose at both of their ankles.

"How much time did you say we had?"

Joyce laughed in hysterics, turning on to her back. The sheets were ruined and would be added to the pile on the floor, especially when she reached out for him. He fit between her legs, wet and flaccid cock reviving against her sex when she pulled him in for a languid kiss.

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The Unknown Quantity Part Eleven: the Epilogue

A Stranger Things Fanfiction

By: dwobbitfromtheshire

un·known quan·ti·ty

/ˌənˈnōn ˈkwän(t)ədē/

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noun

a person or thing whose nature, value, or significance cannot be determined or is not yet known.

A/N: the next part mentions the Henderson's dad which is based on the fact that in the original script they made Benny Dustin's dad. Enjoy the final part in this story.

Part Eleven: the Epilogue

She wasn't sure what hurt worse the pain from the electrical collar that she had once wore around her neck or watching her so called father walk out the door when she had been ten years old. Dustin had only been six at the time so he really didn't understand what was going on only that he was leaving to find work just outside of Hawkins. Wendy knew though, by the look on his face that he wasn't planning on coming back. He had been laid off one too many times and he couldn't face that kind of failure or so Wendy had guessed. In the end he did the right thing.

It wasn't like they had never seen him again. They saw him on the occasional holidays with him sending cards on their birthdays every year. It didn't start getting better until he opened his own restaurant and he started seeing them more. Wendy still held a grudge for leaving them, for divorcing their mother, and for barely wanting to see them. For a long time she blamed herself for him leaving, that maybe it was her fault. It wasn't until they had dinner at his restaurant that Benny cleared things up for her.

"Sweetheart, me leaving wasn't your fault. I couldn't live up to the fact that all I seemed to do was fail and that I couldn't give you guys the life that you deserved. I was a coward and no matter how sorry I am, it will never be enough to make up for the fact that I left," Benny told her.

So, she had guessed correctly then. Wendy smiled softly, tears filling her eyes.

"Well, you know, this is a very good start," Wendy said. "You deserve a second chance."

"I hope that I can make you proud," Benny said with a smile.

"You already have," she replied.

A year later, it all went to hell when Eleven wondered into his restaurant and Benny had been shot by Brenner's people. That was the day that everything changed. The Hendersons had barely had a chance to grieve when Will had went missing. Chief Hopper had been the one to show up that morning to tell them, they had already went to school and it was their mom who told them when they had finally came home. They threw everything into finding Will and when he returned from the upside down, it had hit them that their dad was dead. They had made a fort in the living room without a protest from their mother and leaned against each other as they cried.

"I know that I can't promise you that I will always be there for you but I can promise you that I will try with everything in my power to try to be there for you," Wendy said. "I love you, Dusty."

"I love you, Window," Dusty sniffles against her shoulder.

She laid her head on his which is how their mother found them later, fast asleep.

Wendy's eyes fluttered open, the lights from the hospital room nearly blinding her. Everything was so bright she tried blinking rapidly to adjust. How long had she been asleep for? There was something lodged in her throat and she began gasping to try to remove it. It startled the other people in the room and suddenly Eddie's face loomed above hers.

"You're awake! Oh my God, you're awake!" Eddie sobbed. "DOC! She's awake!"

Dustin's face joined Eddie's and was about to say something when they were both pushed out of the way. The tube was then pulled out of her mouth by the doctor and nurse that came in.

"H-h-how long have I been out?" Wendy rasped, as though her voice hadn't been used in weeks.

"About three weeks," Eddie replied after the doctor made sure she was alright and Eddie poured her a glass of water, Dustin rushing out of the room to get their mother.

"A-and you're here?" Wendy asked.

"Oh, yeah, no longer wanted for murder. Jason Carver got arrested for that. The story is that he found Chrissy at my trailer, snapped, killed her, and then went on a killing spree," Eddie said. "Little Max made a statement along with Lucas and his bruised face. He's all good though."

Wendy couldn't find it in herself to be sympathetic. Jason framed Eddie, made everyone believe that the Hellfire Club was satanic, hunted kids like animals, and beat the shit out of Lucas while threatening to kill him. He got what he deserved. What made it better was his goons ended up testifying against him in order to get themselves off. They still had to do community service though.

Dustin and their mother came in, proceeding to smother her in kisses causing her to laugh. The doctors ran tests and made sure she was cleared to go before they released her the next day. Unfortunately, her legs felt like jello but Eddie was generous enough to let her use him as a crutch.

Wendy insisted on moving around as much as possible despite the others protests. They were currently on their way to Hopper's old place to see the others to surprise them with the fact that she had woken up. Wendy and Dustin's mom had went over to their house to began prepping Wendy's favorite foods while Eddie drove them to Hopper's.

They had all stayed, waiting for her to wake up. Joyce had decided to let her children finish off the school year in Hawkins. After everything that happened she figured they would need to be together. Nobody had seemed to want to live in the same house where Will had disappeared from and where odd things happened so they were able to move back in after having their things shipped. Meanwhile, Hopper had been hiding out with El in their old place while Dr. Owens figured out their next step for them. Now they were just waiting to hear back from them.

Everyone was still inside when Eddie pulled up to the cabin in the woods. Wendy was laying in the back in case people greeted them outside which they did as soon as they heard the van.

"Eddie? Dustin? We thought you would still be at the hospital," Mike said.

"Why would we be?" Eddie asked.

"Gee, um, I don't know. It might have something to do with the fact that your girlfriend is in a coma," Steve said sarcastically.

"Is she though? Might want to settle down there, hero hair," Eddie said throwing him a wink and pulled back the door of his van.

Wendy smiled and waved as everyone looked at her in shock.

"I'm awake!" She exclaimed happily.

Before Steve could rush to greet her a blur of red hair pushed past him, throw themselves into Wendy's arms. Max clung to the other redhead, weeping.

"Thank you," Max whispered and pulled back, wiping away tears.

"Aw, Max, it was no problem. Nothing to worry about," Wendy said.

"The doctors said you might not wake up. Of course I was worried," Max said.

"Ah, what's a coma when we're both alive?" Wendy asked, throwing arm around Max and leaning on her as she climbed out of the van. "You don't mind being used a crutch, right?"

"Ah, what's a crutch when we're both alive?" Max asked with a laugh.

"Alright, this feels like this should be a group hug," Eddie said, slipping his arm around his girlfriend. "EVERYONE GATHER ROUND AND THAT'S A FUCKING ORDER!"

The rest of teenagers rushed at them and hugged them tightly, laughing loudly. Hopper and Joyce watched from the porch, grinning. Wendy managed a peak from underneath a sea of limbs.

"Hey! He means you two as well, assholes!" Wendy said cheerfully.

"You just saved the world and got out of a coma so I am going to give that to you but next time. . .," Joyce warned with a smile and joined the hug, pulling Hopper with her.

Wendy tried not to think about their losses, about who was missing from the group, or the fact that she wished more than anything that her dad was still here. She wished that he could see her now and what she would accomplish in the future. It seemed like Hopper knew exactly what she was thinking because he slipped an arm around her and helped her inside, setting her on the couch. Dustin jumped over the couch to sit beside her and she laughed when Eddie followed to sit beside him.

"Your dad would be proud of you, kid," Hopper said. "You stepped up in a big way, more than he ever could."

"He would be proud, wouldn't he?" Wendy said with a grin.

"You know, your dad was the one who found you when you were four. You had wondered into his backyard looking for food when he came out, startling you and you ran off into the woods. He tried to follow you but it was dark and storming. You were also much faster than him. He joined the police in the search for you, not caring that it was pouring rain. He found you shivering against a tree and it took a while to coax you out but eventually you came to him. He held you close and never wanted to let you go. Looking into your eyes, it was obvious that you hadn't gotten much in your short life and God, in that moment he wanted to give you everything."

"He told you that?" Wendy asked, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Of course," Hopper said with a smile. "You and Dustin, the best things he's ever done."

This time it was Dustin's turn to get choked up. Steve clapped him on the back as Dustin pressed his fingers to his eyes.

"This is supposed to be a celebration, Hop," Joyce said from behind them. "You're not supposed to make the kids cry."

The group talked and laughed the rest of the evening until it was time for the Hendersons to head home for Wendy's celebratory dinner. Wendy invited Eddie over for dinner and accepted with a: 'hell yeah'. As it turns out Eddie and her mother have been getting to know each other these past few weeks. He had been a big help, making sure both her and Dustin ate while also taking plenty of breaks. She absolutely loved him, insisted on him calling her Claudia. He called her mom a few times, just to get her to laugh, exclaiming that he would one day be her son in law. It had worked. It made it really easy when Wendy asked if Eddie could spend the night with her. Eddie and Dustin had been in the middle of taking a drink when she asked.

"Hey, mom, do you think that it would be okay if Eddie spent the night with me tonight?" Wendy asked. "It's my first night since the coma and I am afraid to fall asleep by myself."

Que the spit take from both Dustin and Eddie, both turning their heads to look at her.

"Are you nuts?!" Dustin asked.

"It's not like we're going to be doing anything, I am way too tired for that," Wendy explained and Dustin groaned.

"Oh, it's alright, Dustybuns. I trust Eddie, I know he will take great care of our Window," Claudia said pressing a kiss to Wendy's cheek and then to Eddie's. "Of course he can spend the night."

After Eddie and Dustin helped with the dishes, Eddie phoned his uncle to let him know he was spending the night then made his way to Wendy's room. She was already in a t-shirt of Eddie's paired with her own leggings, nestled on her bed with a book in her lap. She had music softly playing and her eyes were closed but she wasn't asleep. Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulders in wild untamable waves. He had the the sudden urge to brush her hair and when he asked, she let him do just that.

After running her brush through her hair, Eddie French braided it. It lead to some questions about how he knew how to do that and him answering that he had gotten bored one day. Wendy had giggled relentlessly after that until he wrapped his arms around her and attacked her with kisses. Eddie laid down with her, pulling her to his chest, and grabbed the book she was about to read. It was, of course, the Hobbit. He opened the book and began to read, outloud and rather dramatically.

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. . ."

Days passed into weeks, each day seemed to get a little easier. There some days where someone or several someones would wake from sweat drenching nightmares. When that happened sleepovers became the thing between the teenagers and they would switch between each other's houses. It was slow but they were starting to heal.

Dr. Owens finally came through for El and her dad. The government decided not hunt a young teenage girl because if that got out it would look bad and they would rather not admit to any help that might have happened with Brenner. Also, how would it look if a bunch of teenagers saved the world when the government couldn't? Hopper was brought back from the dead. . .legally. So, now, they were living with the Byers. El and Mike were still dating. Robin and Vicki became close 'friends.' Also, Will and Mike had a much needed discussion because Will deserved someone who care for him like El cared for Mike. One day Will would find someone like that, Mike had promised. Max and Lucas were back together. Unfortunately, Nancy decided to stay with Jonathan. Wendy talked briefly with her about it but Nancy had spent the conversation denying the truth yet again. The girl was stubborn but if she really did love Jonathan and really wanted to be with him then Wendy hoped nothing for the best for all involved.

Graduation day finally approached for Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, Wendy, and Eddie. Yes, Eddie was actually graduating this year and Wendy knew it wasn’t because of his grades. It was probably because the teacher's and the rest of the staff felt guilty for whatever part they played into painting him in a negative light. Maybe they were just tired of failing him. Wendy knew though that he was smarter and better than anyone at that school. She was excited to be graduating with her boyfriend and she showed just how excited she was by waiting for him at the other end of the stage. He was currently flipping off the principal and running away with his diploma. He nearly ran her over but skidded to a halt in front of her just in time. Eddie grinned and they moved at the same time, crashing their lips against one another's. She wondered if Steve was watching in the crowd. He was.

They had a huge party after graduation with their close friends and family. Eddie and his band played for everyone. If Wendy's mom and brother hadn't been there then she totally would have thrown her panties at him. He was amazing with that guitar and the way his hands moved. . . Wendy sighed happily. It was fortunate that Eddie's uncle had to go into work that night when Eddie and Wendy decided to have their own celebration at his trailer. It hadn’t been the first time that they had been together like that. Her first time with Eddie had happened not long after waking up from her coma. They had a picnic in the woods where did it on a blanket like a couple of bears amongst the dirt and trees. A couple of times Wendy had felt like the trees had been watching her, Eddie had to reassure her.

It was near midnight when Wendy started to nod off in Eddie's arms wearing nothing but one of his shirts. Eddie was already fast asleep, snoring slightly, when there came a knock on the door. He didn't even wake up not even when Wendy nudged him. She sighed and moved out of the comfort of Eddie's arms, climbing out of the bed. She was thankful that the shirt went past her butt because she did not feel like searching for wherever her underwear went. Wendy answered the door, wiping sleep from her eyes, and not caring how she looked. Steve stood on the porch, looking her up and down with his mouth open. Her hair down, hanging like a heavenly curtain of red curls, and wearing not but a shirt. . .it was a beautiful sight to behold. How had he not noticed how drop dead gorgeous she is?

"Hey, Steve," Wendy said, her eyelids heavy with sleep.

"Um, look, I know it's late but I couldn't stop thinking about your offer. . .you and Eddie," Steve said nervously.

"Come on in, Steve," Wendy said with a smile, stepping aside.

She closed the door behind him and locked the door. Steve stared at her awkwardly, trying not to stare at her legs.

"Um, I am not sure where to start," Steve said.

"We can start of slowly if you want to. Eddie is asleep and I was about to do the same. Would you care to join us?" She asked. "Just sleeping, I promise."

"Yeah, slowly would be good," Steve said nervously and Wendy stepped forward.

"Would it be alright if I kissed you?" She asked and he nodded.

Wendy moved closer until there was barely any space between them. She cupped the back of his neck, stood on tip toes, and kissed him. His lips were as soft as she thought they would be. It took him a second to respond but he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

"Hey! What the hell?!" Eddie's voice came from behind Wendy.

Steve jumped back from her as though he had been burned, his eyes wide as he stared at Eddie standing in the hallway.

"Eddie, I - am so -," Steve began but was cut off by Eddie who moved towards him, close enough to touch.

"You started without me and didn't bother to wake me up. You'll be punished for that later, Harrington," Eddie said, kissing him. "But Wendy's right, it's sleepy time. Come on."

Eddie grabbed their hands and pulled them into the bedroom. Wendy and Eddie crawled into bed with Wendy lying in the middle. Steve hesitated and Wendy patted the spot beside her.

"Come on, big boy," she said smiling and made grabby hands at him.

He grinned, running his hand through his hero hair. He slipped out of his clothes leaving him in his boxers and a white t shirt then threw himself on the bed beside her. Wendy curled herself into his chest, Steve welcomed her with open arms while Eddie threw his arm and leg over the both of them.

"Goodnight, lovers!" Eddie exclaimed, kissing both of their foreheads.

The three of them drifted off, the light from Eddie's lamp comforting them that they could feel safe enough to sleep. It was another thing that they all had in common. They all needed a night light to sleep now, all afraid of what was lurking out there in the darkness. They had all faced their worst fears and though though they still felt the affects of what happened, they knew that could face anything now as long as they were together. They were stronger than anything that life could throw at them, having literally been to hell and back. Their bonds forged forever in hellfire.

Roll credits. . .

(And they lived happily ever after with only a minimal amount of heavy duty trauma. . .)

The End

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