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xoxoladyaz · 9 months

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AU-gust, Day 5: Pet Sitting

“Nope, no way. Absolutely not.”

Six sets of puppy-dog eyes stared back at her. Lucas, the ham, even pretended to start whimpering.

“Stevie, please,” Dustin whined, “Eddie needs a safe place to stay.”

She stared at Dustin for a few seconds before glancing down at the shoebox in Dustin’s hands. Inside the shoebox surrounded by a few of Claudia’s oldest and fuzziest kitchen towels stood a bat, a small black bat with big black eyes that looked almost just as pathetic as the rest of the kids.

(Almost.)

“I’ve done this song and dance with you before, Henderson, and I told you when you got rid of the alien lizard - ”

“D’artagnan was a cryptid, Stevie!”

“ – alien lizard that I wasn’t going to help you keep playing monster vet. I still haven’t recovered from seeing Mews’ corpse!”

“Mews was my cat and I’m fine! Besides, Eddie’s just a normal bat!”

“Dustin, he has a full head of hair!”

Stevie and Dustin stared at each other before looking back down at the bat (Eddie). Who was running his little claws through his hair and preening. (Stevie could have sworn that he winked at her, but she wasn’t crazy; it was definitely just a trick of the light.)

Dustin’s face started to flush like he was going to argue with her but El (sweet, precious El) cut him off before he could really get going. “Stevie’s right. He is not normal,” El said, stepping forward to run her fingers against Eddie’s head. Eddie rubbed up against her fingers and chirped.

“See, I knew it - ”

“But he is a friend,” El said and fuck, the full force of El-most-likely-a-changeling-Hopper’s big brown eyes was something Stevie would probably never learn to resist. “And he needs someone to care for him while he gets better.”

“Better? What do you mean, better?”

“Bad man,” El replied matter-of-factly and, well, shit. She didn’t need to say much more than that.

Stevie sighed and turned her attention back towards the “bat” in question. “How long?”

/////

Just a few weeks, maybe a month or two, Dustin had said. “I would have kept him myself but Mom was worried that he’d eat Tews – ”

(“Oh, and you don’t care if I get eaten?” Stevie had replied. Dustin had just rolled his eyes and ignored her.)

So yeah, two months tops, just until Eddie was “healed” or what not. (He didn’t have any visible injuries that Stevie could see but then again, she was just a cosmetologist, what the fuck did she know about bat anatomy?) Until then, Stevie was going to have a tiny flying roommate who apparently “only likes to listen to metal music, so I’ve brought a few tapes and oh! He loves fantasy so you’ll have to read him this as a bedtime story,” at which point Dustin handed her The Lord of the Rings, “and he gets lonely at night so don’t lock him out, he likes to cuddle, and he should be able to fit in your jacket pocket when you go to work during the day - ”

“No, nope, no way, none of that is happening,” Stevie argued and she really had been planning on sticking to that – no metal music, no bedtime stories, no cuddles, and definitely no work trips, no way, no how.

(She’d folded by hour two of Eddie’s stay at Casa de Harrington.)

/////

“You get this is weird, right?”

“Hmm?” Stevie was cutting apart some strawberries to blend with whatever “protein drink” Dustin kept dropping off at her house. “What’s weird?” She turned to look at Robin, who was watching Eddie shimmy up and down the dining room table to “Rock Me Like a Hurricane.”

“Stevie. This is not normal bat behavior.”

“So? It’s normal Eddie behavior,” Stevie shrugged. She tossed the berries into the blender and, once it was a fine red concoction, put it in a little cup with a little straw and walked over the table. Eddie slid his way across the polished wood and wiggled when he saw her, chittering happily before going to town on his fruit smoothie.

“Yeah, well, this isn’t also normal Stevie behavior!” Robin threw her hands up in the air. “You’re letting a wild animal sleep with you in your bed!”

(She’d tried to encourage Eddie to stay in the guest room that first night all those weeks ago but she’d barely laid in bed for all of two minutes before a dark shape flew through the dark and landed on her chest. She’d screamed and leapt out of the bed but Eddie had somehow managed to grip his claws into her shirt and no amount of arguing with him was able to get him to let go.

“Fine,” she’d finally growled, “but if I roll over and squish you, it’s not my fault.”

When she’d finally woken up the next morning, she was still lying on her back and Eddie was still nestled onto her chest. They’d been going to sleep every night that way ever since.)

“Hey,” Stevie replied defensively, “he’s not a wild animal, he’s totally tame.”

“Uh huh,” Robin replied queasily, watching as Eddie happily slurped up his smoothie. “Just because you play dress-up with him doesn’t mean he’s tame, Stevie.”

The tiny vest was from El and Will, something about how Eddie looked “wrong” without it (whatever that meant. Stevie had to admit it did look really cute on him.)

“He looks adorable, Robin!”

“He’s totally taken over your life,” Robin shot back dramatically. “He goes shopping with you, you take him to work – Stevie, he sits with you when you take bubble baths, for Pete’s sake!”

(Hey, Eddie was a gentleman, he always waited until she was covered by bubbles until coming in and sitting on the little nest of towels she’d made for him on the set of drawers by the bathtub and okay, maybe Robin had a point here.)

“And that’s not to mention that I’ve been trying to get you to read a book for literal years now and this bat shows up and suddenly you’re reading Tolkien to him every night?”

“It’s actually a good book, Robin,” Stevie said defensively.

“I know that, Stevie, I just can’t believe that you’re not seeing this! Like, there are so many red flags! He’s literally drinking blood right now!”

Stevie huffed and leaned over the table, like she was physically covering Eddie from Robin’s criticism. “It’s rude to judge somebody else’s eating habits, Robin. Or did you forget our conversation last month when you tried to go vegetarian?”

“That’s different and you know it!” Robin exclaimed.

Eddie, because he was a little drama king, took the last sip of his smoothie while making eye contact with Robin before letting out an exaggeratedly content sigh.

“See?!”

Stevie rolled her eyes and set her hand down. Eddie scurried onto her palm, letting out a series of happy chirps. She lifted him up and set him on her shoulder where he waddled to her cheek and pressed his little face against it, like he was giving her a little kiss. “You’re being overdramatic, Robin.”

“Fine, whatever, just don’t come crying to me when he makes you his eternal vampire bride or whatever,” Robin huffed before getting up and stalking out of the kitchen.

“He’s just a bat!” Stevie called after her. Robin responded by slamming the front door after he on the way out.

Sighing, Stevie turned to look at Eddie, who was currently making a home for himself in her curls. “You are just a bat, right?”

Eddie turned and shot her a wink before wrapping his little body in one of her ringlets.

“Yeah, that’s probably fine.”

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One of the best parts of having Eddie around actually was nighttime. She hadn’t gotten so many nights of uninterrupted sleep in years. He was like some sort of nightmare repellent or something; in fact, the only dreams she’d had recently were of a shrouded figure with long dark hair and a sexy laugh and teasing cool hands and other things –

And when she woke up a month and a half into Eddie’s residency in her home, she probably should have been more shocked at the fact that her bat had turned into a very pale, very sexy and very naked man with long dark hair and cool skin and –

“God, Robin’s never going to let me live this down,” Stevie murmured as the man stirred above her. He opened his eyes and yep, yeah, those were her bat’s eyes.

Eddie’s grin grew sharp as he pressed her further into her bed. “I’m sure I can find some way to make up for it,” he said as he drew close enough to kiss her.

“How do you feel about a Halloween wedding?”

#eddie does make her his eternal vampire bride and robin never lets her live it down #until chrissy does the same to robin that is #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fanfic #female steve harrington #bat eddie munson #absolute nonsense #august fanfic challenge

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justasimp1 · 2 years

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Vance Hopper x F! Reader

Protective and Fluff

Bronze Medal

The arcade's lights glowed on the dark walls. Vance snuck glances at you while maintaining a strict focus on his game, his knuckles turned white as he jerked the handle to the pinball machine. He was so close—just one more pull and he would be bragging about breaking another high score.

"What the hell" His nose scrunched in disgust as he looked at you again. The grip on the machine faltered, making him lose his process. The group around him let out sly snickers and gasps. Vance looked back at the game, pushing out a string of sore loser curses. But he couldn't be completely mad– especially not when a 5'4 idiot was talking to you.

Vance grumbled, shoving in another token, restarting his technique, making slow affirmations that you'll be by his side in a blink of an eye. He rapidly climbed the point system, and more kids wandered up, silently praying for his downfall.

"You live around here?" The shaggy brunette pushed his hair back. You shooked your head, trying to get a peak at Vance between all the crowded bodies. "Maybe after we get to know each other, I could walk you home?" He smiled, the neon lights made his braces shine.

You awkwardly laughed, biting the inside of your cheek. You didn't want to hurt his feelings but you didn't want to lead him on. "I'm sorry, I already have someone walking me home" You made a gesture towards Vance, who had his tongue poked out the side of his mouth in concentration.

"I'm sure he'll understand" He didn't get the hint...? He leaned forward, placing an elbow on the space next to your head to prop his head up. "We could always go somewhere else to get to know each other" He smirked, his lips parting while his eyes flickered go your lips.

You started to subconsciously chuckle, your brain panicking for the nearest exit. "I'm not interested in you, I have a boyfriend who would definitely not understand" You placed a hand on his chest, hoping to nudge him backward.

"I'm known to change female's mind" But he didn't—instead he leaned in closer.

It was an instinct for Vance to check on you or look at you for support whenever he was about to beat another score. He grinned, watching the ball hit sounds and blinding lights. However, the cocky ego was shot down multiple pegs when he saw the same guy with you, and he was kissing you.

He didn't wait for a second, pushing past the nosy children, marching over towards you. The many groans and protests fell behind him. You felt a harsh force pull you to the side. You yelped, clutching on the closest would figure. "What the fuck" By his pale knuckles, gripping your waist, you could tell Vance was holding back.

You looked up, an apology is already on tongue. You were his girlfriend, you shouldn't have let the situation develop as much as it did. Yet, he was burning holes in the boundary-crossing boy. The boy held his hands up in defense, his smirk dropping down to a quivering smile. "She didn't say she had a boyfriend"

You frowned, your eye twitching as you were about to argue against his statement. Vance let go of you, stepping up to the guy, he wrapped his hand around his collar. The boy's body made a thump when it connected to the wall. The group that was once admiring Vance play was now frozen, muttering about the scene.

"Don't fucking lie to me, dip shit" Vance swore, his fingers twitched closer to the guy's neck. Your brain took a long moment to process the slight choking noises. You were all for letting Vance beat up an asshole but getting kicked out of another place wasn't on your to-do list.

He leaned in, whispering something in the boy's ear. "—you understand me?" Vance applied more pressure on the blabbering male. You squeezed your eyes shut, hearing a connection between flesh happen. Vance pulled back his arm again, swinging it forward. The wide bruise on the boy's cheek grew, and his body suddenly limp.

Vance dropped the boy, his body crumbling to the ground. He was in the middle of kneeling and hitting him again when you spoke, "Let's go". You knew he heard you by the way his shoulders tensed, and his scarcely head turned. Vance's arm was still in the air, his fist clutched above the guy's face.

You sighed, turning around, and making a beeline to the door.

The cold wind hits your face. Your hands wrapped around your abdomen, bile scratching the side of your esophagus. The arcade's door chimed, and Vance slammed through, a deathly sneer on his face. He was already lettering something along the lines of "Someone had to teach that prick a lesson"

You huffed, kicking stranded pebbles across the concrete. You began to walk down the sidewalk. "I saved you from going to juvie" You chuckled, the heel of your shoes scratching on the pavement. His knuckles brushed past yours.

He started a few angry grumbling. You hide your laugh by readjusting your voice and intertwining your fingers. Vance's hand was calloused and rough but felt sweaty while being held by yours. He paused his furious breathing, allowing silence to consume the moment.

Distant barks of dogs echoed down the sidewalk. The branches of trees tussled, a few leaves drifting to the ground. "Did you..." Vance's voice gets lost in his throat. His hold on your hand got tighter. "Did you let him kiss you?" The words sounded forced, making the angsty sentiment evaporate.

You looked up at him, cocking your head to the side. "He didn't kiss me. And I would have never let that happen" You deadpanned in confusion. His long dirty blonde curls were stacked on his face, so you couldn't study his facial expression. Vance looked at you, the corners of his lips curling into a smile. You would've passed the movement as relief but you knew Vance way too well for that.

"What did you do...?" You hesitated, remembering Vance didn't immediately follow you after you left the scene.

"I thought he kissed you—" He darted his tongue over his lip, bringing your closed hands to his mouth. His lips moved over your skin, a grin plastering on the back of your hand. "—so I busted his lip"

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 1 year

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The Chief’s Daughter

Summary: It had been six years since your father left you behind in New York. However, now that your mother was gone, you had no choice but to drive to Hawkins to find him. That's where you meet Billy Hargrove, who turns your life upside down... literally.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: language, MAJOR child abuse, blood

Chapter 10-

The next couple of weeks went by uneventfully. Hopper had been mainly ignoring you which was fine because you had been ignoring him as well.

El had managed to convince him to let her attend the Snow Ball under the condition that you would be there and watch her. That was how you ended up sitting outside the Middle School gym with Billy after he dropped off Max.

Neil had forced him to drop off his sister, but you knew Billy had wanted to do it anyway to keep an eye on her and make sure none of the little Middle School boys tried anything.

The two of you sat on the hood of the Camaro and watched the kids on the dancefloor through the double glass doors of the gym and you found yourself smiling when you saw El and Mike kissing.

"I feel like such a creep watching little kids like this." You commented causing Billy to snort in amusement.

"It is creepy."

"That doesn't make me feel better."

"It's either us watching them like creeps or our parents, which would the kids prefer?" Billy asked, lighting another cigarette before taking a drag.

"Us. Definitely us. Hopper would have a stroke if he saw Mike kissing El like that." You answered, looking back at the gym.

El and Mike weren't kissing anymore though, but Max and Lucas certainly were.

Holy shit.

You were ready to grab Billy. Waiting for him to snap and march in there and pull them apart, but to your surprise Billy actually smiled ever so slightly behind the cigarette.

You knew Billy wasn't happy when Max first started hanging out with Lucas, but you also knew that it was really Neil Hargrove that was the one who wouldn't like it and Billy was only trying to look out for his stepsister. But you were relieved to know that he wasn't going to try and get in the way of their young love, despite how bad it might be if Neil ever found out.

"Is Hopper still ignoring you?" Billy asked after a few minutes of silence.

You hummed, holding your hand out and he silently handed his cigarette to you before you bought it to your lips and inhaled.

Neither of you said anything after that and you leant your head down against Billy's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you while the two of you handed the cigarette back and forward until the Snow Ball finally finished and you took your sisters home.

A few days later, you were at the grocery store buying El some more Eggos and a few other supplies that the cabin was running low on.

There was only a couple more weeks before spring break and you weren't sure if you were excited or dreading it. You were excited because that meant no more school, but at the same time... what were you meant to do when you weren't at school?

The sound of a freezer door slamming shut in the aisle over made you flinch and nearly drop the carton of Eggos in your hands before an all too familiar voice started speaking.

"Shut the fuck up! If I wanted your opinion, I would've fucking asked."

There was no mistaking that voice.

Neil Hargrove.

"I'm sorry." Susan's timid voice replied.

"I don't want to hear another word from you until we get home. I'll meet you at the checkout, I need to get some more beer."

You stood frozen to the spot as you listened to Neil's heavy footsteps disappearing in the distance. You walked out the aisle you were in and ducked down the next aisle where the familiar red-haired woman stood.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" You asked, walking towards her.

Susan jumped a little at your voice and hastily wiped her eyes, but not before you caught the glimpse of tears in them and your blood boiled. Fucking Neil Hargrove.

"Oh, yes, yes, of course. Why?" She asked innocently, looking over at you.

"Uh, I..." You trailed off unsure if you should reveal that you heard Neil or not before you shook your head. "I heard your husband. Look, my dad is the Chief of Police, if you and your kids need help, he can help."

You knew Billy would hate you if heard you say this. He didn't trust cops and thought they would only make things worse which you understood, but how much worse could it get? Neil Hargrove was a bad man and he deserved to be behind bars.

"No, no, that's not necessary. We just had a little argument that's all." Susan reassured with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

You wanted to insist, but knew if she didn't want the Police to be involved then no amount of pushing would change her mind.

You opened your mouth to say, well, you weren't sure what you were going to actually say, but it didn't matter because you didn't get a chance to say anything before the man in question marched around the corner with Billy in tow.

The second Billy's eyes landed on you they widened in utter shock. He glanced over at his dad beside him with an almost panicked expression.

"Susan, what are you- oh, hello there." Neil said, his voice switching from annoyed to fake happy as he looked over at you.

"Uh, hi." You said awkwardly, still standing beside Susan.

Neil frowned looking between you and Susan as if he was trying to figure who the fuck you were before he glanced over at his son who was still staring at you and Neil's eyes narrowed.

"Do you know this girl, Billy?"

"Uh..." Billy began to hesitantly say before Max came bounding around the corner with a bag of candy in her hands and frowned when she saw you.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"You know this girl, Maxine?" Neil questioned, looking over at the red-haired girl.

"Yeah, she's Billy's girl-" Max cut herself when she saw the death glare Billy was giving her and she instantly closed her mouth, but it was too late, Neil had figured it out.

"This your girlfriend, son?" Neil asked, raising his eyebrows at Billy who seemed frozen to the spot.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Hargrove." You said, snapping into action with a bright bubbly voice and fake smile as you held your hand out towards him which he shook with a firm grip.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm surprised Billy never mentioned you before though." Neil replied, shooting a glare at his son.

"Oh, that's my fault. I wasn't ready to tell people about our relationship yet and I asked him not to tell anyone." You quickly lied before turning towards Susan who was staring at you with wide almost panicked eyes.

Right, you had just told her that your father was the Chief of Police. Shit, she better not tell Neil.

"And you must be Susan. It's a pleasure to meet you too."

Susan was quick to smile and shake your hand, "it's lovely to meet you, dear."

"We were just picking up dinner. Susan is making her famous pot roast. You should join us." Neil suddenly said.

"Uh, I don't think Y/N is-" Billy began to say before his father cut him off.

"I won't take no for an answer. We'd love to hear more about you, Y/N."

You knew this was a bad idea. Billy never wanted his father to know about you and he certainly never wanted you in his house with his father either, that much was for certain after Billy got you to hide in his wardrobe all those weeks ago.

You wanted to say no, but you feared that if you declined Neil's offer it would make him angry and you didn't want to trigger anything that might get Billy hurt.

"I guess, I could. But, I can't stay for long." You reluctantly replied.

An hour later, you were at the kitchen table of the Hargrove-Mayfield house, sitting between Billy and Max while everyone ate the roast Susan had cooked.

You weren't even hungry, but forced yourself to eat while listening to Max talk to her mother about her day at the arcade and how she had beat Dustin's new high score on Dig Dug.

"Dustin? Who's Dustin?" Neil questioned, putting his fork down and looking over at her.

You felt Billy suddenly tense from beside you, your shoulders touching with how close you were sitting due to the small kitchen table.

"He's just a friend." Max easily brushed off before turning back to her mother. "He's the only other person good at the game and I bet his score, again! Lucas couldn't believe it-"

"Who are all these boys you're hanging out with? You should be friends with girls and not-"

"Lucas, Mike, Will and Dustin are cool. The girls in my year suck." Max said, cutting him off and you found yourself holding your breath knowing Neil was not going to happy to hear that, but Max didn't seem to care as she continued. "The guys are my friends and they like the same games as me. I'm even starting to teach Mike how to skateboard and-"

"You will not be hanging out with those boys again."

Max's head shot in Neil's direction, her blue eyes ablaze with sudden anger, "what?"

"You will find girls to be friends with. No daughter of mine is hanging around with boys."

"You can't tell me what to do." She snapped, glaring at him and boy, it felt like you were looking in a mirror right now as you stared at the redhead. "You're not my dad."

"Maxine-" Neil began to shout before Billy suddenly reached forward and knocked his glass of water over.

The water splashed over the tablecloth, drenching half the material. Neil's attention was snapped away from Max in a flash, his angry eyes drawn to the spilled water before landing on Billy.

Billy had spilt the water on purpose.

That realisation hit you like a truck as you stared at Neil's furious expression. He had purposely spilt the water to get his father's anger focused on him instead of Max.

"You just going to sit there, boy? Go and clean it up!"

Billy was on his feet instantly before he walked into the kitchen to retrieve a towel and you watched him go before turning back to Neil.

"It was just an accident and it's just water." You tried to reassure.

"She's right Neil. It's fine." Susan insisted, but he just shook his head.

"No, it's not fine!"

Max flinched from beside you, but you remained calm and just stared right back at Neil.

"It was just water. The tablecloth can simply be washed if you're that worried about it." You explained, but that was clearly the wrong thing to say as he glared at you.

"Don't push me, girl." He warned, his glare hardening and you felt Max grab your hand under the table and you knew she was silently telling you to be quiet.

Billy returned a moment later and leant over the table to wipe up the spilt water. Once it was clean you all went back to eating in awkward silence, Max's hand still holding yours under the table almost like a lifeline.

"Y/N can you help Maxine take the trash out?" Neil asked once everyone had finished eating.

You nodded, helping Max grab all the plates and scraping the leftovers into the trash. The two of you grabbed the rubbish bags and walked out the front door where the garbage bin was by the curb waiting to be collected tomorrow morning.

"Your step-father is an asshole." You commented quietly, dropping the trash of.

"Neil is an A-grade asshole." Max muttered in annoyance before the sound of something crashing from inside followed by a sharp cry of pain echoed from the house.

What the fuck?

"Stay here." You quickly instructed, not hesitating before you ran back towards the house.

You had no idea what you were expecting. Maybe another glass spilled or broken, but when you reached the dining room, you found Billy on the ground holding his bloodied stomach.

It took your eyes a moment to process what you were seeing, but Susan was standing in front of Billy almost protectively with her hands raised in a pleading gesture towards Neil who stood a few metres away with a knife.

The sharp steel blade of the knife was coated a deep crimson red colour, droplets trickling down the tip and staining the beige carpet below.

Blood.

It was blood on the knife. Billy's blood.

Neil Hargrove had stabbed his son.

You watched in shock as Neil backhanded Susan with his free hand. The force of the hit sent her to floor with a sharp cry and you stood there frozen in the doorway unable to believe what you were seeing.

It wasn't until Neil began to march back towards Billy, who was still laying on the ground with a grimace etched into his face before you snapped yourself into action.

Neil still clutched the knife in his hand and you knew it was probably stupid to approach him, but you were not going to let him stab Billy again. No fucking way.

The element of surprise was on your side though. Neil had too much tunnel vision to see you coming until you grabbed his arm and yanked him away from Billy with enough force to make him drop the weapon.

The knife fell to the ground with a thud. You had half a mind to pick it up and threaten him with it, but before you knew it, Neil's fist collided with the side of your face.

Neil Hargrove was an ex-marine turned bank security guard. There was no way you'd be able to hold your own in a fight against him, but like hell you weren't going to try.

The punch had you crashing to the floor in a daze. Head spinning and ears ringing while Neil stood above you with a vile smirk.

You could taste copper in your mouth and for a second you feared he had knocked a tooth out, but you quickly realised he had just split your lip.

Billy had now gotten to his feet and before Neil could hurt you again, he shoved his father away from you with a pained groan. He stumbled a little though and your eyes instantly flashed down to the bloodied stain on his lower stomach.

That was not good. That was really not good.

Neil suddenly grabbed Billy and threw him against the wall with a loud thump.

“No!” You screamed.

Billy hissed in pain at the impact and didn't get a chance to move before his father held him against the wall with a forearm across his chest and free hand now grasping Billy's neck.

"Susan, call the cops." You ordered, sparing a quick glance to the woman still on the ground.

Her tear-filled eyes met yours briefly and she nodded, hurriedly getting to her feet and rushing out the room before you stood up, using the wall for support when things started to spin.

Neil's grip was tightening around Billy's throat as he gasped and struggled to breath. His fingers were trying to pray Neil's hand off his neck, but it was clear that he was fighting a losing battle.

Without thinking, you grabbed the glass vase from the bookshelf to your left and rushed over to Neil, slamming it against the back of his head. The glass shattering on impact causing him to release his hold on Billy who instantly fell to the ground, his legs unable to hold himself up as he grabbed his throat gasping and coughing trying to get air into his lungs.

Neil was quick to turn to you and before you could do anything, he grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and began dragging you out through the front door before tossing you down the front steps.

Your body tumbled and crashed down each step before you landed on the footpath, your head slamming against the cement in the process. You must have passed out for a second because when you came to you could hear Max screaming at Neil and you blinked your eyes open just in time to see Neil slap the redhead across the face.

"Hey!" You shouted, but your voice sounded foreign to your own ears as you forced yourself to your feet.

"Stay out of this!" Neil shouted, not looking at you and instead glared at Max who was holding her red cheek with terrified eyes. "It's about time I taught you about respect."

You were grabbing Neil's arm before you could think better of it. You knew it wasn't going to end well for you, but you didn't know what else to do.

Neil easily yanked his arm free from your grip before he grabbed your arm and suddenly twisted and pinned it up behind your back on an angle that had you hissing in pain as your shoulder strained trying to bend in the awkward direction.

"I thought I told you to stay out of this." Neil snarled angrily, twisting your arm further behind you.

You gritted your teeth in pain and blinked away the blood the was falling in your eye from the cut on your forehead somewhere before you started to laugh, sharp and mean, almost hysterically.

"The fuck is so funny?" Neil questioned.

"You are so screwed." You answered, still laughing like a maniac.

"What?"

"You have no idea who my father is, do you?"

Neil's grip on your arm faulted for a moment causing you to grin through the pain. His silence enough of an answer and you began to laugh even more just as the sound of police sirens began wailing in the distance.

"My dad is the Chief of Police, you dumb fuck." You sneered, glancing over your shoulder at him. "Hope you enjoy life in prison."

Neil growled in frustration before he twisted your arm further behind your back until you felt your shoulder pop followed by instant white-hot pain and you couldn't stop the cry that escaped your lips.

"Leave her alone!" Max screamed.

Neil shoved you to the ground roughly and you cradled your dislocated shoulder with your other arm just. Billy suddenly appeared out nowhere and slammed his fist into his father's face, putting himself between you and Neil protectively.

"Don't you ever touch her again!" Billy shouted, his entire body trembling in anger. "Or Max! Or Susan! You hear me?! Don't ever touch them again!"

You had never heard Billy sound so furious, so angry, so downright terrifying as he punched his father again, sending the older man tumbling onto the grass.

Max quickly dropped to her knees beside you, her cheek swollen red and eyes swimming with unshed tears. She reached for your bad arm, but her hand just hovered there, not wanting to hurt you further.

A fleet of Police vehicles suddenly pulled up in front of the house, lights flashing and sirens wailing.

You glanced over your shoulder as Hopper climbed out one of the vehicles. His eyes widened at the scene before he spotted you on the ground with Max.

"His dad."

Was all you said, but it was enough and Hopper turned his attention to the man in question who was still on the grass and dazed from Billy's punch.

Hopper pointed at Neil Hargrove and his Deputies were quick to rush over and grab him, hauling his ass up from the ground and slapping handcuffs on his wrists without question.

"Neil Hargrove, you're under arrest." Hopper declared, marching over and grabbing Neil's cuffed wrist before yanking him harshly towards one of the Police cars. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be used as evidence in the court of law..."

You stop listening to Hopper when Billy suddenly stumbled back a step and your stomach dropped when you saw how much more blood was staining the front of his shirt.

"Oh my God, Billy!" You gasped, getting to your feet.

"It's fine. Just a scratch." He lied, his body starting to sway.

"It's not just a scratch. You need to sit down before you pass out. Max, grab his other side."

His sister quickly ran over and grabbed Billy's other arm as the two of you eased him down on the grass before you lifted the shirt exposing the stab wound below.

"Holy shit." Max gasped, with wide eyes.

There was a lot of blood. It wasn't stopping and you had no idea how deep it was or if the knife had hit anything vital or- no, nope. You were not going down that rabbit hole. You needed to remain calm.

"Your jacket. I need your jacket." You said, looking over at Max who didn't question it before unzipping her green Adidas jacket and handing it to you.

"I'm fine." Billy insisted, hissing as he tried to sit up, but Max grabbed his shoulder to stop him.

You didn't bother responding to him and instead bundled the jacket up before pressing it down against the wound causing him to him to groan in pain.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You apologised, keeping pressure on the wound despite his pain, knowing you needed to slow the bleeding. "Just breath, I know it hurts. Just breath."

"I'm sorry." Billy mumbled, his unfocused blue eyes looking up at you.

"Shh. You're okay. It's fine. Just save your energy, baby." You whispered as you blinked back tears.

You held your bad arm to your chest in effort not to move your dislocated shoulder while holding the jacket to Billy's stomach with your other hand, but blood was already starting to seep through the material and onto your fingers.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking, fuck.

"Dad!" You screamed, your voice wavering as you lifted your head in search for him.

You didn’t even notice that you called him 'dad' instead of Hopper or Chief, but he clearly did because you had never seen him move so quickly, knowing that something was horribly wrong.

His eyes landed on you and widened when he saw the bloodied jacket you were pressing against Billy's stomach. The tears in your eyes began to fall despite how hard you tried to keep them back, not wanting to seem scared in front of Max.

"Call an ambulance!" You shouted, your voice breaking.

Hopper swore softly under his breath before he ripped the radio from his belt and you turned your attention back down to Billy who’s eyes were now shut.

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multi-fandomfuckboy · 2 years

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Stranger Than Fiction

Part 4: Deja Vu

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Slowburn)

Part 1, ...(Masterlist)... Part 5

A/N: Back at it again with another chapter! I hope you are all ready for some tension! Kind of sad I have to go back to work soon, I won't have time to post as regularly as I have the past week. I hope you guys like it! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag-list!

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: Swearing

As August approached its final week, the reality of returning to school truly set in. Your mom gave you money for school supplies and even gave you extra to buy a new outfit. While she was asleep, you slipped the money back into her purse. You never liked spending your mom’s money. It was what had driven you to first start babysitting. She already did so much for you and worked so hard. It didn't feel right.

You hadn’t worked since you had gotten out of the hospital but you had a bit stashed away, just in case. If you needed school supplies or clothes you would be using your own money.

Unfortunately, there were some things that were not open to negotiation with your mom. One of them being your transportation to school. You lived off the school bus route and your mother insisted that the 10 miles was too far for you to bike every day. You didn't bring up the fact that it was never a problem before. You knew that it had more to do with the fact she was terrified something would happen to you again. So instead, you relented. She wanted you to take her car but you insisted that she might need it at home if something happened during the day. The two of you eventually came to the agreement that you would either get a ride from Hopper or Steve.

Around this same time, you would have one of your last conversations with Billy that summer.

You were walking in the neighbourhoods on the west end of Hawkins. You didn't come to this area often. The homes were small and slightly run down, not much better than your own. You were heading to the West Point Lookout, it was outside the quarry and was one of the few places in this area that offered the type of solitude you were looking for. The view was an added bonus.

As you walk, your attention is drawn by the sound of raised voices.

“Fucking piece of shit!” You slow your pace, finding the source of commotion. A little ways ahead of you and across the street you can see Billy and his father. You watch as his father angrily tosses a hammer to the ground. “I need to pick up more studs. I want this porch painted by the time I get back,” You hear him yell, climbing into the camaro and slamming the door. “Or it’s your ass!” he adds, jabbing a finger in Billy's direction before pulling out of the driveway.

You come to a complete stop as you watch the car disappear around the corner. You turn your attention back to Billy as he stands on the patchy grass of the front lawn. He looks so tense you are surprised he doesn't snap in half. In a burst of movement that causes you to jump, Bully lunges forward, swiftly kicking a metal paint can across the yard, letting out a frustrated scream.

You avert your eyes, planning on continuing on your way, hoping to avoid any heated interaction with Billy. But something stops you. Looking back to Billy you watch as he rakes his fingers roughly through his hair, taking a seat on the porch steps. He pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and takes a long drag. He inhales the smoke deeply, like he needs it more than oxygen. You aren't sure, from how far away you are, but you think you see his hands shaking. He looks very alone… and scared.

You take a moment to curse yourself for feeling so empathetic towards a practical stranger. But, the whole situation feels vaguely familiar to you, you can't seem to put your finger on it, like the worst kind of deja vu.

“This is so stupid…” You grumble to yourself before taking a deep breath and begin walking towards Billy. As you approach, his head is down, one hand rubbing the back of his neck the other rolling the lit cigarette between his forefinger and thumb.

“The place looks pretty good.” You comment as you draw closer, approaching the steps from the driveway. Billy’s head snaps up, clearly surprised to no longer be alone. Seeing you at the bottom of the steps his expression quickly shifts into a hard scowl.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks, taking another pull of his cigarette. Trying to remain civil, despite his hostile tone, you reply evenly.

“I was on my way to the quarry, I happened to see you and decided I would stop by. Say hi.” You shrug your shoulders, idly putting your hands in your pockets as you stand at the base of the steps. He chuckles without humour, a malicious smile pulling at his lips as he stands. The flash of his teeth as he advances on you reminds you of something dangerous.

“Well that’s just great! The village crazy showing some neighbourly hospitality.” There is a pause as he stands in front of you. He takes another pull off his cigarette exhaling the smoke directly into your face. The smoke stings your eyes making them water but you force yourself not to cough as he leers down at you. His tongue darts out over his teeth, like a wolf baring its fangs. “Now get the fuck off my driveway.” he spits venemously, dropping the cigarette butt inches from your sneakers before stepping between your legs snuffing out the embers with the toe of his boot.

You can barely breathe with how close he is to you. Thankfully, he turns sharply and walks over to a workbench grabbing a new can of paint. You watch his back as he uses a flathead screwdriver to pop the lid off the can, pouring the white paint into a roller basin.

Every rational part of your brain is telling you to walk away, to listen to him and turn around, to go back to your walk, back to your solitude. But, the stupid, kind, and stubborn part of you makes you stay. Walking forward you grab one of the paint rollers off the ground and move to stand next to Billy.

“I want to help.” you say simply. Billy turns to you, anger burning in his eyes.

“I don’t need your damn help, loca! I said get the hell out of here! You have a death wish or something?!” He growls, threateningly taking a step towards you. You try to keep your expression neutral as you meet his eyes. Internally you can feel your heart racing and grip the paint roller with both hands to keep them from shaking.

“According to you? That’s exactly what I have.” you respond coolly. Billy’s eyes scan your face, the tension between the two of you sparking like electricity. After what feels like an eternity Billy finally relents.

“Fine.” he barks, turning to grab the other paint roller. “I don't have time to argue with some crazy bitch.” He grumbles, dipping his roller into the paint. “But if you fuck something up, it’s your ass.” he says, moving to one side of the porch. You quickly follow after him. You can't help but feel a small sense of victory as he explains exactly what needs to be done and how to do it.

Then, the two of you begin. You work in silence for roughly 10 minutes before Billy disappears inside. He emerges with a boombox. Inserting a tape he presses play. You aren’t sure who the artist is, but it's the kind of rock music Hopper claimed was rotting kids' brains. You didn’t mind it.

The two of you work diligently and in an hour you finish the first coat. Deciding to take a short break before starting the second, Billy retrieves two water bottles from the porch, handing one to you as he takes a seat on the steps. You both sit for a moment, drinking your water as you allow the breeze to cool the sweat that covered your skin. It is strangely peaceful.

“Can I ask you something and you give me a serious answer?” Billy’s voice breaks the silence. His question catches you off guard, surprising you. You take a moment to think before responding.

“Only if I can do the same.” You reply. You watch as Billy thinks this over, taking another swig of water before shrugging his shoulders.

“Fair enough, I guess.” he reasons.

“Then shoot.” You say casually. There is a pause before Billy asks his question. Like he’s trying to figure out exactly how to word it.

“I see you walking almost everyday. All over the place. Always someplace different. Sometimes even late at night.” he begins. “Why are you always outside? Are you like… homeless or something?” Your eyes turn to him, expecting it to be a joke but there is no teasing in his tone. Normally you would brush him off, but he had specifically asked for a serious answer. So, you give him one.

“I was in the hospital for 6 months, earlier this year.” you begin to explain. “A lot of that time was spent in a single room.” you can feel his eyes on you as you study the plastic bottle in your hands. “Ever since I came home I can’t stand being inside. The walls feel like they are smothering me. It makes me feel like I can't breath, like I'm… trapped.” You answer honestly, swallowing past the lump that formed in your throat speaking the truth. “So I spend a lot of time outside, walking. It makes me feel calmer somehow.” you pause, waiting for his response.

“I can understand that.” You hear him mumble. You glance at him, his eyes meeting yours. You see the softness in them that you thought you saw the first time you met him. Billy looks away first, clearing his throat.

“Alright, what's your question?” he asks gruffly. You realise you hadn’t really thought of one to ask him in return. So, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“What do you miss most about California?” Billy chuckles lightly, the corners of his lips twisting upwards. It’s the closest thing to a genuine smile you had ever seen on him. It contrasted starkly with his normal wolfish grin.

“The sunsets on the ocean.” He answers almost reflexively. His eyes settle on some far away place in the distance as he elaborates. “Being here is like being in a box. Always surrounded by trees, you can never really see the sun go down. But on the ocean…” He pauses, his mind going to a specific memory. “It’s impossible to tell where the water ends and the sky begins. Sometimes it's so bright it looks like the world is on fire.” There is silence between you as you take in his words. You never expected an answer like that from him. You want to ask him more but his expression darkens again as he comes back to reality. Back to Hawkins.

“Doesn't matter now though.” He states, draining the rest of his water and standing up. “I’m stuck here.” He finishes, tossing the empty bottle aside and picking up his roller again.

You don't press him. You simply pick up your own roller and get back to work. The two of you finish the porch before Neil, Billy’s father, gets back. Neither of you say anything when you finish, you just pick up your bag, sling it over your shoulders and offer Billy a kind smile before turning to walk back down the driveway.

“I’ll see you around, loca.” Billy calls after you.

“See ya!” you respond, turning slightly to send him a wave as you walk away.

You wouldn't see Billy again that summer. He and his father had returned to California to begin moving the rest of their things, now that the house was ready. Or, at least, that’s what you heard around town.

You didn't have much time to dwell on his absence because the next week, classes began.

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A/N: Hope you guys liked it! Let me know what you think, leave a like or a comment! I hope to have the next part posted soon!

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switchbladedreamz · 1 year

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Ticket to Punishment

Pairing: Stopper x fem!reader

Requested?: Nah

Summary: Steve gets a ticket for speeding from Officer Callahan, Officer Callahan brags at the station about it and our beloved Chief hears.

Warnings: 18+‼️ pure filth, pinv, light ddlg, use of dom/sub dynamics, degrading, squirting

Shortest smut I've ever written probably but it's worth it. Gonna mark this as dark smut bc most of the dialogue is mean dirty worlds lol.

@hoppersprincess @hopperswhoreee @callmemana lmk what y'all think ;P

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His hips slowly rocked back and forth, it was the only pace he'd allow and it was driving me crazy. "Please daddy go faster, I can't take it this slow" a slap was delivered to the inside of my thigh, the giant hand making all of my leg burn. Thick fingers curled inward, the pillowy skin falling between the open gaps in the fingers. His large imposing cock stuffing my quaking hole to the brim. My thighs sticky and cold from the essence leaking and spreading.

Steve was in the middle of the living room floor, his hands handcuffed behind him with a vibrator on low situated at the sweet space between his cock and balls. Stimulating simultaneously. His groans left ignored with cotton underwear shoved in his mouth. Hopper said he deserved it like that. That Steve needs to learn his place in the world after mouthing off to his officer after getting a ticket for speeding. My legs quivered, soreness aching through out my body. Thankfully that wasn't the only ache. Daddy whispered sweet gentle things in my ear, promising me sweet things if I behaved well. "Think you can do that for daddy, petal? Be a sweet girl for me and I'll give you the fucking you deserve.". My head nodded gently against his shoulder, tucking my face into daddy's neck. Breathing in his scent while his large hands grabbed under my thighs and spread my legs open and over each of his own large and spread legs. A muffled groan came from the floor as Steve watched Hopper spread you open over his lap. Hopper just chuckled at Steve's misfortune. "Be sure to hold on princess, it's gonna be a bumpy ride" Hopper whispered in my ear before chuckling. The hands under my thighs slip up, up, up to the crooks of my knees, the hands squeezed then lifted. I groaned as Hopper's girth moved in and out, slowly. Holding my knees still, Hopper then stood and walked towards Steve. "You think you're such a fuckin star, kid? If I see you look away from this gorgeous little pussy, you won't sit right for a week". Steve nodded, eyes wide. "Daddyy please" came the soft plea's falling down the drool and slick covered lips of (Y/n). The shallow beg woke Hop out of punishment for Steve trance. "Daddy's got you baby, sshh". Unlike how the evening started, that was the last kind thing out of Hopper's mouth.

Like lighting a fuse, a spark settled in the dom's stomach that lit the fire in his veins throughout his body. He took your legs as far as they could spread, his left foot lifted and he propped himself on the coffee table. If Hopper leaned forward an inch, Steve's nose would be rubbing my clit. The smell of you filled the younger man's nostrils, a bead of pearlescent essence leaking a path down the veiny underside of his (compared to the Chief's) slender member. My head thrown back on Hopper's shoulder, a litany of curses and praise at the top of my voice stringing together, it's a good thing Hop brought us out to the cabin. "You hear that Steve? You think you could get out girl to scream like that? You ain't got the balls" a glance down and a scoff from the older man "or the cock too, apparently". "She's screamin like a bitch in heat, she loves this. You think you got what it takes to give it to her like this Harrington?!" Hopper's degrading gets louder.

"Daddy I'm gonna cum, please let me cum." My moans turned silent, my mouth hung open and my eyes shut as the fire raged and was extinguished at the same time. There wasn't even time for a response after my question.

I felt Hopper's release deep inside of me, he came with a shuddering groan. He let my legs down gently, then wrapped his arms around me. Holding me, resting himself against me. His quickened breaths against my back, the air fanning down my spine. I look and smile at Steve. I take my panties out of his mouth, his cum splatted on his chest and even cheeks. "You squirted on my face" Steve giggles like a school boy. A pure smile from ear to ear plastered on his face. Hopper laughs loudly, the rumbling of his chest shaking me in time.

#jim hopper #steve harrington #x reader smut #Stopper x reader smut #pure fucking filth

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sakannaz · 2 years

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Hey! I have a request for Vance hopper if that’s ok! So the reader is the niece of the grabber and max so she living there for a while but what they don’t know is she can see ghosts after a while she learns what is happening and tries to help maybe the grabber kills her or something but the reader gets very close with ghost Vance. Thank you don’t feel like you have to do this request if you don’t like it :)

𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Yes! I can definitely do this! I’m still watching a bit of the movie since I don’t know much but I do know who the grabber and max are! Thank you so much for the request!

(Update): I watched the rest of the movie and I enjoyed it!

GUYS IM SO SORRY I FORGOT BRUCE

Warning(s): Cussing, violence, and death.

Spoilers below for the blackphone(?)

Btw I changed it up with just the reader living with the grabber, hope you don’t mind! I’m sorry it this took long.

Note ! : Albert Shaw is the grabber’s real name.

You’ve been living with the grabber for awhile now. You’re clueless about the cruel things he’s done, you wonder why he cause himself ‘the grabber’, what for exactly?

He doesn’t like you going outside. But for what? There has to be a reason why he doesn’t want you going outside..you swore you heard a kid screaming downstairs the other night.

Tonight is where you had to go to sleep early, you didn’t want to see him again. You were his niece and you didn’t know what he was doing, as you were thinking you heard something drop from in the corner of your room, you stood up and walked over to it.

The lights went out, you grew scared as you looked around, why’d the lights just go out?

Once the lights came back on, you saw a figure in the corner of the room, you let out a little scream, you noticed their was blood on his face and he had blond curly hair.

Who was this?

“H-Hello? How’d you get in here?” Was your first question, The male titled his head to the side and looked you up and down, “You’re his niece, aren’t you?” The male asked.

“Yeah, I am, why? Who are you?” You questioned, The male walked forward and revealed himself, “I’m vance. Vance hopper. And you?” Vance asked, “I’m..(Y/n).” You answered.

He turned to the door, why was he looking there for? Did he need something?

“Tomorrow night. You need to go down there tomorrow night. You’ll finally find out about him. And you know exactly who I’m talking about.” Vance whispered to you before disappearing, ‘What’s down in the basement?’ You just decided to go to sleep that night.

…

So, you woke up that day. Determined to go downstairs, maybe uncle Albert wouldn’t be home today.

Oh. But you were wrong. So wrong.

You walked downstairs and into the basement, and what your seeing now is a lot at the moment. You don’t know what to say.

Finney Shaw, what was he doing here? In The basement? Why was he here? There was a reason why Vance told you to go down there.

“F-Finney?” You said, his head perked up when you called his name, “(Y/n)?” He replied, You ran towards him and pulled him into a hug. How long has he been down here? Has he even ate anything?

Then, Finney’s eyes widen when he saw the grabber behind you, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you out of here, ‘kay? I promise. He won’t hurt you anymore.” You explained, Then, you saw him point behind you.

“(Y/n), you need to run.” Finney said, but instead or listening you ignored him and slowly turned towards Uncle Albert, you weren’t scared of him.

Not anymore.

“What? You gonna kill me like you did your other victims?” Yeah, that’s exactly what he was about to do. Cause next thing you know, he had wrapped a phone cord around your throat and started strangling you to death.

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Everything felt dark. Why was it so dark? You felt someone carrying you and placing you softly on the bed. Once your eyes opened you checked your surroundings.

You were still in that nasty ass basement.

But…with some unfamiliar people. No- no, you recognized them. You knew who they were.

Billy, griffin, robin, and vance. Plus Bruce.

You would be the 6th victim. And you were his niece. He didn’t seem to care who he killed, long as they didn’t know what he was up too.

“Guess you joined us now.” Billy said, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall, you couldn’t process what you were seeing at the moment. Everything just felt…blurry. You couldn’t remember who you were but you knew these people. You couldn’t remember your name.

“Who- who am I?” You asked, over the past few months the bond you’ve created with Vance, he felt kind of bad for you. You didn’t know any better, you were just trying to help.

So, now it would be his turn to help you.

“Here, take my hand.” He said, you stared at him for a minute before taking his hand, he helped you up and told you all about what happened, something about someone named the grabber? Who was he?

You lost your memories. You didn’t know who he was talking about.

Since he couldn’t protect himself…now he would have to protect you.

Cause you deserved better.

And you deserved to live.

And so did the others.

#the black phone #Vance hopper x reader #vance hopper x you

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xirayn · 1 year

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Like Biting Bats (Very Metal)

Read Ch 1 of the full fic here

1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Featuring @aibhlynn as Eddie

The tape with Corroded Coffin’s music has been playing in Steve’s car on repeat. The few attempts to sing along have been made difficult by the live-wire energy of Eddie’s vocals. They tear through the instrumentals in a battle that neither side is winning. When Robin had heard it, she compared Eddie’s voice to a hot pepper overpowering the flavors of a chili, while Steve’s voice is more like chocolate. He had been lost until she explained that the best chilies use chocolate to balance out the heat of the peppers and enhance the flavors of the spices in that slow, leading way she does while waiting for him to catch up.

Steve tries again while waiting for Eddie in the school parking lot. The music is turned down so he doesn’t have to compete with it. His eyes close to help him better hear his spot among the melody and meter. After a deep breath, he stops trying to imitate Eddie’s voice, lets himself be Steve, and starts singing. Images of singing with Eddie come up as he does; seeing the way his dark eyes light up when they hit a harmony.

A thud against the window startles Steve. He twists around ready for a fight, but the sight of a paper with ‘B+’ at the top in bold, red marker by Eddie’s name has the adrenaline giving way to excitement.

It’s the last passing grade Eddie needed to graduate.

“Nancy did it!” Steve exclaims through the glass. His eyes move to Eddie, who was beaming like an absolute idiot. “You did it!”

“I did it!” Eddie whoops. He clutches the paper to his chest and does a joyous little jig before darting around the front of the car. He opens the door and flings himself into the passenger seat, quickly yanking the door closed and buckling his seatbelt.

“I owe Nancy the biggest thank you,” he laughs in a high voice that bubbles with excitement. The paper is held out as far as he can in admiration.

“Cake.” His expression gets impossibly brighter as he looks over at Steve. “We need to get a cake. And- I don’t know – ice cream. We can get everyone together and throw a party because I’m finally fucking graduating!”

“You’re graduating!” Steve clasps Eddie’s shoulder and affectionately shakes it, matching that infectious, celebratory energy.

“I’m graduating.” Eddie’s arms drop and he stares down at the paper crinkled between his fingers. His wild grin settles into something quiet and happy. He chuckles. “Man - how do you even plan a party?”

He has seen the graduation parties of his friends and peers who had ultimately left him behind, along with Hawkins High. Now it was his turn. He going to walk that stage, look Principal Higgins dead in the eye, flip him the bird, snatch that diploma and-

His eyes flick towards Steve.

“This is real, right? I passed? This is a B+ next to my name?” Eddie’s excitement was beginning to be tempered by disbelief. He’s rarely gotten above a C in anything.

“Yep. Just don’t cause too much trouble and it’s all downhill from here, man.”

Eddie scoffs, leaning forward to shove the paper into his bag. “Who do you think you’re talking to, Harrington?” He sits back up with a mischievous grin and prods Steve between the ribs. “Trouble is my middle name.”

“Alright, alright.” Steve swats away the finger jabbing his side. “Where does the future graduate want to go?”

They don’t have any obligations until band practice tomorrow since the kids are spending the night at the Hopper-Byers’ house. Vickie has also been having Robin over for ‘girls nights’ that Robin insists don’t mean anything. Even if it isn’t anything, Steve is happy for her. She deserves friends beyond him.

“I’m starving,” Eddie comments. He goes to poke Steve again, only to pull back before his hand is smacked again. A playful wink accentuates his grin. “Steak and Ale,” he suggests since the government is generously paying the hush money that allows for the occasional splurge, “or did you want to grab a pizza? There is also that new soda shop on Second Street.”

Steven snorts at the idea of them in a soda shop. For a moment, he imagines them as Sandy and Danny, the prep and the greaser, drinking a root beer float with two straws. Except that Steve is no Sandy in a way that has nothing to do with gender.

“Your choice, man.”

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jamiedc-they-them · 2 years

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The Party celebrating your birthday:

Being raised in the lab, you ever really had birthdays. Time just sort of continued onward. Sure, Brenner would mention how old you were, but it meant nothing to you.

To you, there were no days of celebration.

When Hopper took you and your sister in, she found the files on you both.

While it didn't matter, you were both blood-related. Even if it meant nothing.

However, one thing caught El's attention, "Birth...birthdate?" she asks in confusion and looks to you. You just shrug, having no idea either.

"I will find Mama. You stay. Tell Hopper I asleep?" you nod, even if there's a pang in your chest.

After that issue with the Mindflayer is (for now, anyway) resolved, it all goes back to normal. Except now...now El spends all her time with Mike. Leaving you on your own.

You approach Hopper one night, tapping him on the shoulder, "Yeah, kid?" he asks. He hates how he sees you still nervous to talk, to him, especially about anything. How you play with your hands nervously and don't make eye contact.

"What is b...birth...birthdate?" it takes a few tries to say it. The word is still foreign to you.

"Oh," Hopper says, trying to figure out how to explain it to you while also keeping an eye on El's door to make sure it is still open three inches, "it's...it's the day you were born."

You nod, smiling a bit in thanks.

"Why'd you wanna know?" he asks then.

"Be back," you say before you run to your room and pick up the files El had found on you both. You bring it to him.

"Ah, so that's how she found your mom," he says as he puts El's one aside, looking into yours and seeing that the date is close.

"Do you wanna do something for it?" he sees how you tilt your head to the side, genuinely confused.

"Like what?"

"Have a party. It's what you're meant to do. Like we did with El, remember and --" then it hits him.

"We didn't do one for you," he's never spoken this softly before. Or in such a pained way.

"It's ok," you try to comfort your father. But he's up in an instant. That firey determination in his eyes that you see when he has a plan.

"No, it's not, kid," you can see the gears turning in his head, "tell you what, we'll get all your friends over and throw one, ok? How's that sound?"

You shake your head, "they're busy -"

"Screw it. They're coming, even if I have to drag their asses here," with that, he goes to El and Mike's room.

You go to your room. Best prepare for a weird celebration of your birth date.

El and Mike break away as soon as Hopper enters the room. Despite his protectiveness towards El, he ignores their kiss and instead moves to the bed with a determined spur.

"Listen, guys. I know you shut the door more than three inches, but I'm gonna need you to, for once, care about something else."

"What wrong?" El asks, even if a bit hurt by the words.

"It's Y/N's birthday soon."

Her eyes light up, "When?" she asks, sitting forward.

Good, he thinks, at least he has El on board, "Tomorrow."

"So, what do you need from us?" Mike asks.

Hopper then looks to the boy who he does like, even if he does judge him given the circumstances with his daughter, "I need you to gather up all your other friends. Nancy and Jonathan included. We owe Y/N a birthday. So they're gonna damn well get one."

The three sit there for a few minutes before Mike gets what Hopper wants now in this instance, despite it being tomorrow, "oh, you want me to --"

"Yeah. Let them know, kid. I'll drive you."

As he walks with Mike out the door, he turns to El, "go spend some time with your sibling, ok?"

El nods, going to your room.

"Hi," she says after she knocks. You're sat on your bed, holding a teddy bear.

"Hi," you echo, giving a timid smile. She sits on the end of the bed, the two of you having your legs crossed.

She puts her chin on her hands, looking at you. You've always been the quiet one, but you had been distant as of lately.

"Did you like your birthday?" you ask, still looking at your quilt.

She keeps her eyes on you as she nods, "I liked it. Nice to have friends here."

You just nod, tracing a pattern on the quilt.

El sighs, not liking the distance between you both since she's been seeing Mike more.

She holds out her hands, "follow," she says. You put your hand in her's and she brings you out of the room and into the living room. She grabs a blindfold, sitting down and placing your bear in the middle of you both as she puts the blindfold on and keeps the hold on your hand.

You shut your eyes, and you find yourself in the void. You pick up your bear as El and you look to your friends. They're sat together. For once the whole crew together.

"Mike, you do know I'm working, right?" Steve says, himself and another girl not out of the same uniforms.

"Is that why you brought Robin?" Dustin asks, pointing to her. She waves to the rest, smiling nervously.

"Hi..." she says, unsure of what else to add.

"You said it was an 'emergency' so I thought she could help. She's already helped. Why not with this? Whatever this is."

"It's Y/N's birthday tomorrow. Hopper wants us to throw a party for them."

Some of the party nods, others share a look and it's Nancy who gasps.

"We never threw them one. Only El's last year."

"That's shitty. I mean, one time we missed a friend's birthday at band practice. He quit and --" Robin stops herself, clearing her throat, "sorry."

"No, don't be," Steve says as he takes his hat off, "it is shitty. We need to make it up to Y/N."

"But, guys. El -" Mike starts to say.

"No, Mike. Y/N is our friend. Look, we all missed El, and know she's your girlfriend. But it's not all about you and her. This is about Y/N." Lucas says.

"Look, Mike," he looks to Dustin next, "you can sit with her and all that shit. Just don't do the kissing, alright?"

"Why not?" He protests.

"Because Y/N doesn't like that, remember? You've seen their face," Will says.

Mike sighs. For you, he will, "Fine."

El looks to you, seeing some life to them, "see? Friends." she says with a smile and gives your hand a loving squeeze.

You both come out of your void trip. She sees that smile on your face still. She's glad it helped you.

As you both sit back on your bed, you meet El's eyes as you say:

"I miss you," it breaks her a bit, "I have same friends as you. But see no one. I'm...alone."

"You. Not. Alone." she says firmly.

You shake your head, holding the bear closer to you, "then why do I feel it? You always with Mike. Everyone else far away. Hopper drinks. Everyone makes big deal of birthday. I don't understand."

"It's a celebration. We're safe. You are safe. We have friends. We have each other."

El looks at the time, Hopper is working late.

"Get some sleep. See you tomorrow?" You nod, and she nods back before going to bed.

You wake up a bit later than everyone else, you can hear El and Hopper talking in the kitchen.

"Morning," you say as you enter, your bear left in the bedroom.

"Hey, kiddo," Hopper says with a soft smile, just serving up your breakfast of bacon and eggos.

"Morning," El says with a smile, eating more of her eggos.

You sit at the table, "Happy birthday," El says, giving you a hug.

Hopper ruffles your head, "Happy birthday, kid."

You smile in thanks, and it's genuine. You'll try for them.

It's a simple breakfast. But Hopper tells you that he has booked the day off to celebrate this day with you.

As time goes on, however, there is no knock at the door.

You have gone and got your bear, and are sat at the couch, knees tucked to your chest and your bear sat next to you as El sits on your other side.

"They're not coming."

"They are," El promises as she puts her head on your shoulder.

"If not, I'm about to lose my job."

"How do you know?"

"Friends don't lie."

"Yeah, but friends can get lost and ditch. Trust me, kid."

El ignores that slight to Mike, and instead focuses on you. She pulls her head away, "I'm sorry," you look at her, "Friends don't lie. But family doesn't leave. Mike is important to me. But you are family. I shouldn't ignore you. It's mean. I'm sorry."

You lean against your sister. She puts her head on yours.

If it's going to be just you, that's fine --

There's a knock at the door.

"Thank god," you hear Hopper say under his breath. He opens it, and there they are, slightly out of breath.

"Sorry, Hops, got a bit lost," Dustin says, before he laughs a bit at the rhyme.

They all pile in, "Who are you?" Hopper asks Robin as she passes.

"Oh, I'm Robin! Steve's friend from work. Sort of part of the...gang? now. Nice to meet you," she says, offering her hand. Hopper shakes it, before she goes with Steve and the rest of the gang.

"Sorry. Like Dustin said, we got lost," Max says as everyone sits down. They have bags in their hands.

"Gifts," El tells you, seeing your confusion, "They have gifts."

"Oh," you say, unsure of what else to communicate. You look at your friends. Or, at least, your friends. It's nice that they're here, but -

"You're part of this group," Jonathan says, "we're sorry we never made you feel like it. I know we've been a bit everywhere, but we're here."

"Yeah," Nancy says in agreement, "I know this is a bit weird. But, here we want you to feel safe, feel like you're our friend too. You're not alone anymore."

"We're always gonna be here, Y/N. Now, having said that," she says, looking to rest of the gang.

They sing happy birthday.

You smile a big smile.

You're safe now.

You have a family.

They didn't lie.

They didn't leave.

#stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader

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Chapter Twenty-Two - The End of the Battle

Summary: Returning to Hawkins for spring break, Aria is finally glad to be back at home to see her mom and friends. However, she soon finds out that the danger they’ve all faced before, is back yet again. This time, she may or may not fall at the center of it.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Warnings: This story contains mature themes such as sexual content, strong language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, blood, gore, and death.

Note: I imagine Aria Kaul as South Asian but I have decided to let you, the reader, imagine her appearance, hence the reason why I have not given her a face claim. However, her race does not affect the story, whatsoever. You, as the reader, are free to imagine her however you want. If you don’t see her as South Asian, then that’s fine. It won’t affect the storyline.

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Aria’s senses were slowly fading away from her. She thought this was it. She still had so many things she wanted to say to everyone. So many unspoken words to the people she loved. The four’s chances of surviving this were pretty slim.

As soon as Aria gave up the last ounce of hope, she felt the vines let go of her. All four of them fell to the ground, gasping for air. Aria brought a hand up to her throat, soothing the skin there. She coughed, taking deep breaths after what felt like hours.

“I don't believe in a higher power or divine intervention.” Robin spoke up, voice hoarse. “But that was a miracle.”

They stood up, grabbing their weapons. Aria picked up her shotgun and sword, putting her sword back into her belt as she carried her shotgun. She turned around, looking at the door. “Then we better not waste it.”

“Phase four.” Steve breathed out.

“Flambé.” Robin said.

They walked towards the room Vecna was in, watching as they saw he was currently in his trance, just like they predicted. Robin and Steve got their fire ready while Aria and Nancy got their shotguns ready, eyes not moving away from the sick monster.

In Russia, Murray had just used a flamethrower to kill all the demogorgons that were nearly about to devour Joyce and Hopper. Yasmin was inside, in the control room. She quickly ran out, watching as Joyce and Hopper walked out of the prison cell.

Her eyes trailed over to one last demogorgon, still standing upright. It looked at the other two, ready to eat then any second.

She saw a sword on the ground just a few feet away from Hopper. She slowly walked towards it, watching as Hopper was about to grab it, when she snatched it herself. Hopper looked at Yasmin as the woman herself looked at the creature, breathing heavily. Anger was coursing through her veins and she wanted nothing more than to kill the damn thing. She had enough of this. Enough of Russia, enough of the Upside Down, and enough of everything.

Robin used her match to light up the bottle in Steve’s hand, the man facing Vecna as he threw the bottle at Vecna. He instantly burst into flames, snapping out of his trance.

Yasmin stepped forward as the demogorgon started to walk closer. She used the sword and ran towards it, cutting off one of the arms of the creature.

Vecna screamed, falling onto the ground. He looked up and saw the four young adults in front of him. He started to stand up, as Robin threw another bottle at him, more flames burning him. He screamed even louder in agony, getting pushed back. He stood his ground, growling as he started to walk towards them.

Aria and Nancy took a few steps forward, using their shotguns to shoot him. They both shot at the same exact time, the bullets hitting straight into his chest. Vecna took a step back but then quickly turned his body towards the two girls. They shot again, the bullets hitting directly into his stomach, causing him to scream once more.

Yasmin slid across the ground and cut off one of the demogorgons legs, the creature balancing on one foot as it growled in pain and anger. Blood spurt out everywhere and the creature tried to grab a hold of her but she backed away just in time, using the sword to cut off the other arm.

Nancy watched as Aria continued to shoot Vecna, the girl stopping her steps. Aria took a few more steps forward, shooting him right in his arm. He fell back, trying to regain his balance as he shouted out in pain.

The older woman spun around in a full circle, using her sword one last time to chop off the demogorgon’s head. The head fell onto the ground, blood splattering across her face and clothes.

Aria took one last shot, eyeing carefully so she wouldn’t miss. She squinted and pulled the trigger, the bullet hitting the middle of his chest as the force of the impact threw him out of the window. She slowly lowered her gun, arching her brows as her breathing increased rapidly.

Aria turned back to face the other three, quickly running out of the door. The other three followed her as they ran out of the house to find Vecna’s body. They exited the front door, stepping outside, only to see Vecna’s body gone.

Aria’s breath hitched in confusion and fear, wondering where the hell he could’ve gone. All that was left was an imprint of his body with a few patches of fire surrounding the area.

She looked carefully at the spot, eyebrows meeting in the middle. Her lips formed a thin line, as she looked out into the distance. Where did he just disappear to?

They suddenly heard chimes on a clock, their heads turning back towards the inside of the house. Aria counted the chimes, praying that it wasn’t what she thought it was.

They ran back inside the house, stopping in front of the grandfather clock. “Four chimes.” Robin breathed out. Aria felt a lump in her throat.

“Max.” Nancy whispered.

Aria’s eyes widened as she choked out a sob, her lips parting. Nancy, Robin, and Steve looked at the girl, their own faces turning sorrow.

Aria had no time to say anything when the ground began to shake again, the four of them falling down to the ground. Steve grabbed a hold of her hand as they all held onto something, the shaking beginning to increase.

The shaking began to stop, the four young adults slowly standing up. They looked around to see what happened, noticing that nothing did.

They began to walk out of the house, making their way towards Eddie’s trailer to escape the place. Their eyes widened when they saw all the cracks in the Upside Down. The vision Aria saw the day before came true. The Upside Down was in Hawkins now.

They all hurriedly walked towards Eddie’s trailer to get out of there. Aria couldn’t think straight as they carefully made their way out of the woods and to the trailer park.

She knew something was going to go wrong. She knew sending Max in as bait was a terrible idea. And no one listened to her. No one fucking listened to her.

She didn’t know whether to be angry, upset, or scared. She didn’t know how to feel. She wanted to cry, scream, punch something or someone. Literally anything. They won, but at what cost?

They finally made their way towards Eddie’s trailer, her eyes landing on Dustin’s form on the ground sobbing. The four glanced at each other before running towards him, immediately gasping at the sight before them.

Eddie was on the ground, all chewed up. Dustin was sobbing uncontrollably and Aria felt as though she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t look at Eddie’s face, his dead eyes looking up into the sky.

Steve grabbed a hold of Dustin's shoulders to pull him off of Eddie. Dustin tried to shake him off, crying even harder. Aria felt tears roll down as she herself began to help the boy up, knowing that they had to leave Eddie’s body here.

They made their way out of the Upside Down and into real Hawkins, the emotions hitting Aria all at once. They all saw the damage that seemed to occur at the trailer park, the cracks forming big openings.

Aria walked out of Eddie’s trailer, or what was left of it, her eyes not leaving the red cracks. Her eyes began to fill with tears and everything hit her at once. She fell to the ground, on her knees, as she began to sob. Her head fell into her hands, her palms pushing against her eyes.

Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Dustin, who was still crying, looked at her, watching her tear herself apart. Steve’s heart broke at the sight, walking over to her. He crouched down and put a hand on her shoulder but the girl immediately flinched, backing away.

“I told you that it was a bad idea.” She croaked out, her eyes bloodshot red. She looked at Steve and back at the others, glaring at them. She stood up as Steve tried to calm her down but she shook her head. “I told you that Max shouldn’t have gone and did anyone listen to me?!”

She pointed a finger at all of them, watching as their faces turned down at the sight of Aria.

“I told all of you!” She shouted, voice cracking. “And none of you listened to me.”

“Aria—“ Steve whispered, taking a step towards her.

“No!” She yelled, glaring at him. She started to punch his chest, making him lose his balance. He still stood still, letting her use him as a punching bag. “It should’ve been me! It should’ve been me as the bait!” She screamed, her sobs overtaking her as she fell into his arms. Steve wrapped his arms around her figure, running a hand through her hair and holding her close to him as she cried into his chest, gripping onto his jacket as tight as she could.

He couldn’t accept the fact that the love of his life wanted to die. He couldn’t stop the tears brimming at his waterline, rolling down his cheeks. He pulled her even closer, as if that was possible, and held her tight, refusing to let go. Her sobs broke him and he swore his heart broke into a million pieces.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington series #angst #fluff #reticent series #steve harrington x aria kaul #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic

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Tell Me No Secrets: Chapter 9

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader X Billy Hargrove

Begins in Season 2.

Summary: You thought you escaped the world of science experiments and torture when you walk out of that lab. However, high school has other plans, somehow you end up as unlikely friends and love interests to the two most desired boys in school. Not to mention monsters from another dimension and a little girl named El from your past that just won’t seem to leave you alone. Maybe that lab wasn’t as bad as you thought, at least there people left you alone.

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Chapter 9: The Captured

The trees are a blur as the car roars forward. The bewildered and angry faces of Dustin and Steve in the rearview mirror sparks a twinge of guilt. It’s better this way though, they don’t need to be involved. It’s bad enough that Max and Billy are involved. Groaning as the two men in the car pull out behind Billy but in front of Steve. You can feel how startled Steve is and his growing panic as he realizes what’s happening.

Billy glances behind him and growls out, “Friends of yours?”

“Something like that…” you say absentmindedly as you assess the situation behind you.

Realizing that they have far more information than you would like punches you in the gut as town quickly approaches.

You make a decision.

“Pull over.”

The order hangs in the air.

“Are you crazy?!” Max yells, pulling herself forward in the seat, “They’ll catch you!”

“That’s the point,” you say emotionlessly as you regard her.

“No!”

“What is going on here!?” Billy yells angrily beside you.

“They’re going to take her!” Max screams turning to Billy, “You can’t stop! She’s going to give herself up to save us!”

“Fuck that,” Billy says as he revs the engine and makes an abrupt turn to the right. The car behind you all skids but makes the turn at the last minute.

“You need to let me do this,” you say calmly.

“Like Hell I do!” he says rage in his voice.

You huff in annoyance, “They will succeed, if not today, someday.”

“Then it’s not going to be today,” Billy says, taking another abrupt turn trying to throw them off your trail.

“You need to let me do this,” you say matter of factly.

The alleyway you find yourselves in is a dead end. Billy curses and slams his hands on the steering wheel as you get out of the car.

“No!” Max yells as you exit the car, Billy reaching for you a moment too late.

You turn to the men, each of them pointing a gun at you. Steve pulls up behind them a moment later and grabs his bat from the back seat.

“Steve… Don’t…” you murmur tiredly.

“They can’t have you!” Steve yells.

“It’s okay…” you soothe them.

“So you’re coming quietly?” questions one of the men.

“Yes.”

“Good choice,” the other murmurs as he pulls the trigger.

The panic from those around you is palpable as you fall to the floor the dart sticking out of your neck. Steve and Billy make to run towards you before they turn to the men and to rush them.

With the last of your strength your message echoes in their minds, “Don’t forget…”

***

Horror fills them as they watch her fall to the ground. Her eyes roll back into her head and everything goes silent before the rush of rage brings everyone snapping back to reality. Billy pulls back and punches the nearest man as a tranquilizer dart flies towards him. Steve falls next his bat rolling uselessly to the side. Max and Dustin panic and scream as they rush to Steve and Billy.

Max whips around in just enough time to see the two men haul her up and throw her limp body in the back seat of the car. Methodically, as if kidnapping is second nature to these monsters, they move Steve’s car. Dustin is struggling to pull Steve out of the way.

Max cries out in sadness, feeling helpless, as her friend vanished from sight around the bend. She’s left with her unconscious brother and a panicking Dustin.

“What do we do!?” Yells Dustin snapping Max from her shock.

“I don’t know!” She yells back, anger masking her fear.

“We have to do something!” Dustin yells as he paces back and forth. He would periodically rake his fingers through his hair.

“Like what!?” Max screeches back fists flying to her side in rage and frustration.

With no small amount of effort the two preteens drag their older and heavier brother figures into Billy’s car. The two young men are slumped together unceremoniously in the back seat as Max takes the wheel of Billy’s car.

“Are you sure about this?” Dustin asks, hesitation clear in his voice. The memory of the last time Max drove clear in his mind.

“Zoomer. Remember?,” She says pointing at herself in confidence, “Besides, you didn’t die last time,” she says flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“It was dark last time! No one was on the road! It’s the middle of the morning!” Dustin argues crossing his arms.

“Stop being such a baby! It’ll be fine!” She exclaims, frustration seeping into her voice.

With that, she starts up the car and nervously pulls out onto the road. Slowly the preteens make their way to the police station. Not without many near misses and loud honks of other drivers.

The preteens jump from the vehicle and rush into the police station yelling for Hopper as they do so.

“What are you two doing here? Why aren’t you in school?” Hopper asks in bewilderment coming out of his office. The receptionist unable to control the duo before her.

“They took (Name)!” Both Max and Dustin yell in a panic turning towards the confused chief of police.

***

When you wake up you are strapped to a chair with a helmet over your head. Your head is completely silent for the first time in your life, and if you weren’t concerned with figuring a way out of this, you would be enjoying it more. The room is dark save for the single fluorescent light in the very center of the room. There are one-way windows on one side of the room and you can practically feel the eyes of the people on the other side.

A man that you recognize from your childhood enters the room and regards you as a science experiment. He’s wearing a brown suit with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He hasn’t changed much except for the now graying hair on his balding head.

“Three… How have you been? You are quite the sneaky little thing aren’t you?” he asks conversationally as he sits down across from you at the table.

Your answer is an emotionless gaze. You can feel yourself retreating back into your mind as the man in front of you regards you the same way as so many years ago. Like an experiment, as if you are less than him.

“Where have you been hiding all this time, hmmm? With Melanie Snow perhaps?” he quips pulling the cigarette from his lips. The smell burns your nostrils as he releases a puff of smoke.

You feel your chest constrict as he mentions her name.

“I see you’ve made friends with a Steve Harrington? A Dustin Henderson? A Maxine Mayfield? A William Hargrove?”

“They aren’t my friends, they are annoyances,” you answer monotonously.

“Annoyances?” he sounds almost amused.

“Yes… If it wasn’t for them your lackeys would be dead,” you spit the words at the man fire in your eyes as you regard him coolly.

“Dead, you say? You would do that?” he asks leaning forward on his elbows.

“I’m not a child anymore,” your voice is ice.

“No… I suppose not… However, we will be picking up where we left off. Perhaps we will see the results that we want after all this time.”

With that, he gets up and leaves the room. You keep your mind calm and clear as you access the situation you are in.

It’s not long before a couple of men in white come into the room and push you from the chair. Their handling is far rougher than it should be as you walk down the hallway. You can hear the cries of a few children, but you keep your face void of any emotion. The room they take you to is the same one from your childhood. You see the number three on the wall and suppress a shudder. You are shoved inside, but before the door is shut you turn to the man behind you and lock eyes with him.

“You know… cheating on your wife when she’s pregnant with your child is disgusting.”

The look on his face as the door closes is priceless.

***

“We have to help her!” yells Dustin as he paces the living room floor of (Name)’s house.

“Can Elle find her?” questions Steve his hand in his hair as he sits on the couch.

“Damnit!” curses Billy as he punches the arm of the chair he’s in, “What good is this?”

Steve and Billy had woken up in a panic upon realizing what happened. They had given their statement to Hopper, who had been very displeased that Max had driven to the police station while the boys were unconscious, but that’s a talk for another day. They went to break the news to Melanie which is how they found themselves setting up camp in the Snow living room.

“Hey just calm down man! We’re going to figure something out!” Clenching his teeth against the pain in his head. The tranquilizer making his head pound with the leftover drugs still coursing through him.

“Well, what can this Elle girl do?” he rounds on him anger radiating off of his person.

“More than you!” yells Dustin.

“Hey! Yelling about everything isn’t going to solve this!” yells Max.

“She’s right…” laments Melanie, “She’s going to have to get herself out of this.”

“But Elle can-” Dustin begins.

“She would be putting herself in danger!” Hopper interrupts, “You don’t know how they found her, they could do the same to Elle.”

“We can’t just do nothing!” yells Billy as he stands up from his seat and takes a step towards Hopper.

“I’m not risking Elle being found. That doesn’t mean we aren’t going to do anything.” Hopper holds his stare until Billy backs down.

“Why do you care anyway?” Dustin asks looking over at Billy in confusion.

“Why do I-?” he looks angrily at Dustin, “Because-” He trails off looking unsure of himself for just a moment before his anger covers it up. “None of your business twerp!”

“Will everyone just calm down?” Yells Hopper trying to maintain peace.

“How?! How are we supposed to do that?” Asks Dustin shaking his head in frustration.

“Can someone just do something?!” screeches Melanie before she collapses to the floor crying.

Everyone is silent as they regard her, each of them thinking the same thing...

‘But what can we do?’

***

The next few days you sit quietly in your old room listening. Your powers while not entirely snuffed out are muffled and it isn’t long until the helmet is replaced with another stronger one. You don’t mind as much they think you do as you feign sleep all the while listening.

It’s in sleep that you feel him though. He’s frantic and angry and feels very alone.

You can’t blame yourself for this. You say calmly regarding him.

His eyes widen when he sees you sitting there on his bed.

“You got out?!” he says getting up and coming towards you.

No… I am still there…

“How are you able to…?”

We have a connection Billy… Perhaps it’s our emotions that bind us… We understand hurt better than most…

“You let them take you!” he explodes, “You could have fought them! We could have fought them! Max is… Max is really upset! And damn Harrington! He- Damn it!” He yells angrily picking up a can of hairspray and throwing it against the wall.

It had to happen…

“No, it didn’t! I could have… done something... protected you…” He sits down on the bed defeated, his elbows resting on his knees.

You’re silent for a moment, ‘There are bigger things at play than you understand. They would not stop and I had to think of more than just myself…’

“Bullshit.”

Tell them not to worry…

“Not to worry?!” he yells, “You’ve been captured by some freak show scientists, and no one is supposed to worry?!” he jumps up from the bed and towers over you breathing heavily in his rage.

You regard him silently with the same patience that you always have.

Trust me…

With that, you vanish from his mind. Blinking you are abruptly woken up by the sound of a little metal flap swinging as food is shoved into your cell. You sigh as you glare at the hard bread and porridge that is sitting in the bowl. It’s important that you keep your strength up though it’s imperative to your plan. You pick up the tray and begin to eat.

***

“What do you mean you saw her?” Steve asks, disbelief clear in his voice. He hadn’t been sure what to think when Billy asked to meet him behind the school, but this wasn’t what he expected.

“I told you! I saw her okay?! I don’t get it either!” Billy yells all while trying to keep his voice down. He doesn’t need anyone seeing him and Harrington talking behind the school, too many questions.

“But why did you see her and not me? I’m her friend!” Steve says defensively and maybe a little jealously. Why were you talking to Billy and not him?

“I’m her friend too! You aren’t the only one!”

“Yeah right! What have you ever done for her huh?”

“She-” Billy looks away from Steve. He can’t know…

“She what?” Steve presses, voice going lower in a warning.

“None of your business! Look, I just wanted to know if that makes any sense to you!”

“I mean… she’s special… you know…” Steve says uncertainty clear in his voice.

“Yeah, I know she is…” Billy says remembering the day you casually told him you were going to help him.

“So what do we do?” Steve asks.

“She said to trust her…” Billy says trailing off in thought.

“If she contacts you again see if she knows where she is. We’re going to get her back,” Steve says with finality. “Truce?” he asks holding his hand out to Billy.

Billy regards it for a moment before he nods, “Truce.”

The two young men clasp hands in a firm handshake, both trying to have a tighter grip as they shake on it.

“What are you trying to do? Break my hand?!” Steve yells.

“You’re such a wuss Harrington!” Billy laughs as he pulls back.

“Wuss?! You face a Demogorgon and tell me who the wuss is!”

“What the fuck is a Demogorgon?”

“You have a lot to learn Hargrove. A lot.”

***

You feel yourself growing stronger every day. And among the quiet in your mind, you’ve noticed something else. You can tap into emotions and you spend the next few days wreaking havoc on the workers of the lab. You cause anger outbursts, crying spells, and lust to run rampant. Papers are thrown to the floor in a rage and balled up in fits of uncertainty. You plant lies in their minds with the simplest of sentences. If you didn’t know any better you would say you’re having fun.

“It seems we’ve underestimated you…” Carl Watt says from his position in front of you. He adjusts the button on his ugly suit jacket as he sits down before you.

You just regard him blankly as silence rings throughout the room.

“You have caused quite a few problems for us. Are you having fun?” he asks patiently as if speaking to his six-year-old daughter who made a mess in the kitchen.

You gaze down at the steel table in front of you, eyes unseeing as you creep in his mind.

“If you don’t cooperate there will be consequences.”

Again you are silent at his threat.

“After all we wouldn’t want anything to happen to your friends would we?”

You fight the reaction. The flinch. The twitch. The way your mind screams at the man before you in rage. You give him nothing as you continue to gaze down at the table, the silence stretching long and cold in the sterile room.

“You think you’re fooling anyone? Teenage girls are so easy. You all have the same weakness. Emotions. Boys. Attention. You are not nearly as complex as you believe you are.”

You finally raise your head to look squarely in his eyes, your own void of any emotion as you regard him.

“You think you’re fooling anyone?” You mimic, “Men are so easy. You all have the same weakness. Power. Lust. Control. You are not nearly as complex as you believe you are.”

Carl looks enraged as his fist flies onto the table. Instead of flinching as he wanted, you merely tilt your head to one side and regard him in boredom.

“And you said teenage girls are emotional. You should really have better control than that,” you say calmly.

“Get her out of here,” he says through clenched teeth.

Walking back to your cell you sense it suddenly. A tickle in your mind. You snap your head to the side and hear it plain as day.

They know.

They found it.

The door. The door. The door!

There is panic in the words and in the mind.

He’s fourteen with dark hair and wild green eyes. You remember him vaguely from when you were here before.

Show!

You collapse as the boy enters your mind and you are thrown into a dream.

Billy is in a car accident. He’s pulled into a void. The screams are too much.

You try to pull away from him. To break away from his hold on you.

Bait.

The creature that fills the sky is terrifying. Black and everywhere. It fills your mind and you know in your heart that this isn’t over. That the Upside Down is beating at the door.

Wait…

You gasp as you are thrown back into your head. The haunted green eyes of the boy down the hall filling your vision.

“Get up!” yells the guard.

You are kicked roughly in the side as you double over again. The other reaches down and grabs your hair dragging you up to your feet.

“Not so tough without your powers are you?” spits the guard.

You blink and reorient yourself before you wipe the blood from your nose. You can feel him at the edge of your conscience.

Bad men… bad…

‘Yes…’ you think to him, ‘Bad men…’

Out?

He pauses for a breath as you are thrown back into your cell.

Out out out???

‘Soon.’

The thought seems to soothe him as his mind quiets and he drifts off to sleep. Vaguely, you wonder if he even knows how to talk. His mind is less fragmented than you originally thought though. You can use that to your advantage.

***

Billy opens his eyes to see you standing before him.

I need you to be ready.

“For what?” he asks instantly alert and sitting up, “Ready for what?”

The moment I expose them…

“What do you need us to do?”

The old base is where I’m being kept. Elle knows where. I will need a distraction in precisely three days’ time. You need to listen very carefully to my instructions. In a glass bottle mix carbon disulfide, phosphorus, and sulfur with a metal lid. This solution is highly flammable if exposed to air.

“What do you want us to do with that?”

I want to burn this place to the ground.

Notes:

I know! Such a long time coming! Concentrating has been difficult even with inspiration for this story! The next chapter will probably be the final chapter for this story, but never fear! I'll begin work on "I'll Tell You No Lies" the sequel to this story set in S3 of Stranger Things! There may be a little short in between this story and that one because I have such affection for this weird triangle between MC, Billy, and Steve. Please drop a comment to tell me your thoughts!

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The Chief’s Daughter

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: language, violence

Chapter 15-

You all rushed out the cabin in a flash. The fireworks bursting in the sky above the treetops providing enough light to see outside just as a giant figure appeared further down the driveway.

"What. The fuck. Is. That?" You questioned, staring at what looked to be some kind of giant spider monster.

"The Mind Flayer." Lucas answered.

The creature screeched loudly causing you to wince at the high-pitched noise before it started to run down the long driveway towards the cabin, barrelling over any trees in its path like they were nothing.

"Everyone in the cabin now!" You ordered, ushering the kids up the porch steps before you sprinted around the back of the house towards Hoppers shed.

You ignored Billy shouting your name as you threw the shed door open and grabbed your fathers pump-action shotgun from the bench.

"What are you- oh, yeah, good thinking." Billy said appearing in the doorway before he grabbed two axes off the shelf. "Byers. Catch."

Billy tossed one of the axes to Jonathan who caught it with ease before Nancy walked into the shed, her eyes raking over the tools trying to find a weapon before you held out the shotgun towards her.

"If you can shoot a rifle, a shotgun is basically the same. I can't shoot this with my shoulder so take it." You said and Nancy took it without question. "Action the pump to load a bullet in the chamber and pull the trigger, got it?"

She nodded, "got it."

You all quickly rushed back into the cabin. The kids had the furniture piled up against the doors and windows. Billy and Jonathan were quick to pick up the couch and lean it up against the front door while you dashed off into Hopper's bedroom.

You jumped over his bed and pulled open the top draw of his dresser where you knew his handgun would be sitting. You shoved the spare magazine into your back pocket before grabbing the gun and joining the others in the main room.

The kids huddled together in the middle of the room while you, Nancy, Jonathan and Billy stood around them with your weapons raised. El stood over your shoulder ready to help fight while Billy stood beside you, his free hand holding Max behind him protectively.

It was nice to see the two of them getting along like proper siblings, even though it took literal monsters walking around Hawkins for it to happen.

"It's close." Will whispered as the lights in the room began to flicker.

The rumbling of footsteps grew louder from outside. Trees snapping and creaking as the monster got closer before everything went eerily silent.

No footsteps. No twigs snapping. Not even any fireworks. It was quiet. Too quiet.

The only thing you could hear was everyone's shuddering breaths as you glanced over at Billy, his terrified eyes locking with yours for a split second before the Mind Flayers tentacle burst through the wall of the cabin.

Its tentacle was made of the same flesh as the rest of it, but there were razor sharp claws at the end of it and it growled going straight towards El.

Your sister quickly shoved Max, Will and Lucas behind her with her arms as she stared down at the tentacle before Billy suddenly sprung forward and slammed his axe down on it, cutting into its flesh.

Jonathan was quick to join. The two of them cutting away at the tentacle with their axes before it reared up and whacked them both into the wall with a loud bang.

They fell to the floor with pained groans, their axes across the room as the tentacle shrieked and charged towards them. You sprinted the small distance to them, planting yourself between the Mind Flayers tentacle and the two guys who were groaning on the ground from the impact of being thrown into the goddamn wall.

You raised your handgun and began unloading round after round, Nancy joining in from the side, but the tentacle didn't back down and you realised it was like the Demogorgons. Bullets weren't going to kill it.

The sound of the shotguns blast came to an abrupt stop. Nancy now trying to unjam the weapon as you continued to shoot at it until the dreading clicking noise reached your ears and the guns slide racked back, the magazine now empty.

"Motherfucker." You hissed, thumbing the magazine release button.

The empty magazine fell to the floor and you were silently grateful for Hopper not being a normal father and taking you out to the gun range for your tenth birthday instead of the movies or something.

It shrieked again before flying towards you, like it knew you were in the middle of reloading and couldn't fight back.

"Shit." You muttered under your breath, reaching into your back pocket with your bad arm, wincing at the pain it caused before grabbing the spare magazine and looking up. Your eyes widened into saucers when you saw the sharp claws inches away from your face, but it was frozen. It couldn't move.

El suddenly stepped forward with her arm outstretch and fingers wide. Her body was shaking and face tight with concentration before she closed her hand into a tight fist, snapping the end of the tentacle off. Its clawed hand hit the ground with pained shrieks before the tentacle retracted back through the hole in the wall.

"Billy? Jonathan?" You called out, sparing a glance at the two of them to see if they were okay.

"We're good." Billy grunted, helping Jonathan to his feet with a wince.

You didn't get a second to spare though because within a blink of an eye another tentacle flew through the hole a hundred miles an hour, but El was quicker.

She raised her hand, stopping the clawed tentacle from reaching her before another shot into the cabin through the other wall and she held her other hand towards it, stopping it too.

She panted heavily, her nose starting to bleed as she looked between the two tentacles before throwing her hands to the floor with a yell, breaking them like the one before.

The Mind Flayer suddenly burst through the roof, wood and debris crashing down around you before it leant inside and grabbed El by the ankles, pulling her away.

"No!" You yelled just as Billy sprung forward and grabbed your sister's hand.

The Mind Flayer continued to pull her away, but Billy's grip tightened around her hand as he screamed at the strain of his body, struggling to hold on, but refusing to let go. Mike and Jonathan were by his side in an instant, grabbing El's arms to help before the rest of the kids all kicked into action and grabbed hold too.

Nancy was frantically loading shells into the shotgun with trembling fingers and you hastily slammed the spare magazine into your handgun before racking the slide.

"Nancy! Y/N! Shoot it!" Jonathan shouted.

You raised your handgun, aiming the sights to the Mind Flayers head and began squeezing the trigger and a second later, the blasts of a shotgun joined in, but it was only making it more angry.

"Lucas, the axe!" You shouted, pointing at the weapon on the floor by his feet whilst you continued to shoot.

Lucas quickly released his hold on El, the others still trying to pull her back before the kid picked up the axe and started cutting its tentacle before finally slicing through causing El and everyone holding her to fall to the floor.

"El? Are you okay? Is she okay?" You questioned, dropping to your knees beside her and brushing the hair from her face.

She nodded weakly, but the clawed end of the tentacle was still latched onto her ankle, and it looked painful.

Mike seemed to notice the same time you did and quickly yanked it off causing El to cry out in pain. Bright crimson blood instantly pooled onto the floor, but you didn't get a chance to do anything about it when the Mind Flayer roared, reminding you that it was still very much alive and real fucking angry.

Its head was sticking through the hole in the roof again and you quickly stood up in front of El protectively, despite her having literal superpowers. She was hurt and she was your little sister. The Mind Flayer was gonna have to go through you first to get to her.

Billy was suddenly beside you, the axe back in his hand as he breathed heavily through his nose, his jaw clenched staring up at the beast.

El staggered to her feet and gently grabbed your arm, silently telling you that it was okay before she limped around you and Billy before raising both hands at the monster and screaming at the top of her lungs.

You covered your ears with your hands and watched as the Mind Flayers face began to tear apart before it retreated backwards out the hole in the roof with a pained roar.

"Go! Everyone out!" Nancy suddenly yelled, using the Mind Flayers moment of distraction as a chance to escape.

Billy and Jonathan pulled the couch away from the door before you all rushed out the cabin, Max and Mike helping El walk. Nancy's car was out the front beside the Camaro and Billy paused for a split second taking in his damaged car before you all frantically piled into Nancys wagon.

"Drive! Drive!" Mike shouted at his sister.

You, Billy and Max were squished into the very back of the wagon like sardines in a can. The kids were on the backseat while Jonathan and Nancy were up the front and she put her foot down on the gas and sped away from the cabin.

To everyone's relief, the Mind Flayer didn't follow the car and Nancy drove out to the grocery store on the edge of town.

The store was closed, but Billy smashed the glass doors with a rock, and you all rushed inside. El's ankle was still bleeding heavily, and you managed to find a bunch of medical supplies to disinfect it and bandage up the wound.

It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough for now.

Dustin called a Code Red through Mike's walkie talkie, but his voice was all jumbled and kept cutting in and out. None of you could decipher what he was trying to say except for the words 'Russians' and 'open the gate' which was not a good sign.

El dream walked to find Dustin who was apparently at your work in the Starcourt Cinemas which was weird. None of you questioned it though and piled back into Nancy's car, but not before Lucas grabbed a shopping cart full of fireworks deeming it an important backup plan to use against the Mind Flayer.

Fireworks definitely weren't going to kill it, but it might distract it. Although, you weren't sure how much help distracting it would be if you couldn't figure out a way to actually kill it.

When you reached Starcourt, you didn't even get to step inside before Billy was pulling everyone back away from the glass doors and hissing, "there are men with guns in there."

That had your head snapping up and looking through the glass to find that there were four men dressed in all black and holding some kind of assault rifles. It was clear that those men were searching for something inside and if any movie you had ever watched taught you anything, it was that the bad guys always wore black.

Who these guys were or what they were searching for was beyond you, but you had a sinking feeling that it had something to do with Dustin's Code Red.

"C'mon, I know a backway into the cinema." You whispered, leading the group through the back of the mall and up the fire escape stairs.

The cinema was empty though. The last screening of the day was Back to the Future and was scheduled to finish 20 minutes ago and all your co-workers had already packed up and left. There was no sign of Dustin anywhere.

"Guys!" Will shouted in a whisper from where he was standing outside the cinema and overlooking the railing down to the ground floor.

You all rushed over to the kid to find the men with guns slowly creeping towards a sandwich store in the food court. Their weapons were raised towards the store, and you frowned in confusion before you saw movement from behind the counter.

"Shit, I think Dustin might be hiding there." You whispered, already reaching for the handgun you had stashed in your waistband.

El reached out and grabbed your hand with a silent shake of her head before she stepped forward and stretched out her arms.

The display car on the ground floor began to shake with the horn honking. The men all froze and slowly turn around before El flung the car across the food court, the vehicle crashing into the men and killing them instantly.

Oh, God, you really hoped those were the bad guys.

A few seconds later, a group of heads popped up from behind the counter and you were shocked to find that it wasn't only Dustin, but Steve and Lucas' little sister, Erica and... wait, was that Robin Buckley from History class?

"Is that Harrington?" Billy questioned, clearly as confused as you were.

The group of you made your way down the escalator. Mike with El's arm slung over his shoulder to help her. You reached the ground floor just as Steve and the others rushed around the counter towards you.

"You flung that thing like a Hot Wheel!" Dustin exclaimed running over and hugging El and Mike.

"Lucas?" Erica question looking at her brother in shock.

"What are you doing here?" Lucas questioned back with the same amount of shock.

"Ask them. It's their fault." She said, pointing her thumb at Steve and Robin.

"True, yeah. Totally true. It's absolutely our fault." Steve nodded, not even trying to argue as you glanced over at him, only just noticing the bruises that painted his face.

Okay, he definitely did not have those bruises yesterday when you bumped into him.

"The fuck happened to your face, Harrington?" Billy asked bluntly.

Steve looked over at him in clear surprise before frowning at the cut on Billy's forehead and dry blood that was stained and mattered in his blonde curls.

"The fuck happened to your face, Hargrove?" He shot back causing you to roll your eyes.

The two of them weren't exactly enemies, but they were never friends either, even after everything that happened back in November and the fact that they actually worked surprisingly well together.

"I don't understand what happened to that car." Robin suddenly said.

Oh, right, she didn't know about any of this.

"El has superpowers." Dustin quickly said, like that was meant to explain everything.

"I'm sorry?"

"Superpowers. She threw it with her mind. C'mon, catch up." Steve responded casually.

"That's El?" Erica said, clearly having heard about her.

"Who's El?" Robin asked.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Nancy questioned, looking at Robin in confusion.

"I'm Robin. I work with Steve."

"She cracked the top-secret code which is how we found out about the Russians." Dustin explained and now you were even more confused.

The group all started talking and shouting over each other, trying to explain everything all at once.

"Okay, okay, everyone just shut up!" You shouted, snapping everyone's attention to you. "Dustin, what are you talking about? What Russians?"

"The Russians!" Steve exclaimed, pointing at the dead men on the floor behind him.

"Those were Russians?" Max asked in utter disbelief before everyone began shouting and talking above each other once again.

You rolled your eyes and stepped away from everyone not having the energy to try and keep up with their bickering and haphazard explaining before you noticed El had also stepped away from the group.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked, walking over to her.

"I-I..." She stuttered before her legs gave out from under her and you rushed forward, catching her just in time before lowering her to the ground with her head in your lap.

"Guys!" You shouted over your shoulder.

That shut them all up in an instant and you looked back down at your sister who was screwing her face up in pain and squeezing her eyes closed.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? El, talk to me."

"My leg. My leg." She whimpered, eyes still tightly closed.

"Her leg. Her leg, okay." Jonathan said as him and Billy knelt by her feet and gently peeled away the bandages to reveal a disgusting looking wound.

Okay, that did not look like that earlier. It had just been a cut, what the fuck was that?

Everyone all groaned and winced, covering their mouths as they stared at the wound before something moved from under her skin.

Oh, God.

The movement of whatever was inside her caused her to start wailing in pain in your arms and you had absolutely no idea what to do. How did something get through her cut and into her leg?

"El. El, look at me. You're going to be fine. El, look at me." You instructed, your voice firm despite how panicked you were as you shook her shoulders and her eyes snapped open and locked with yours. "It's going to be fine, okay? You're going to be fine."

She nodded, her eyes burning with tears before she squeezed them shut and let out an ear-piercing scream.

"Byers, I need a knife and something to bite down on." Billy suddenly said, looking over at Jonathan who met his gaze with a questioning look. "Now!"

Jonathan didn't question it and jumped to his feet before sprinting over to the sandwich shop in search of the items before Billy looked back over at you.

"Keep her awake. Keep her talking, I'm going to get it out." He reassured, but that did basically nothing to reassure you when your sister continued to scream in your lap.

"Hey, hey, breathe. El, it's going to be okay. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." You insisted, pulling her higher into your lap, your arms wrapped around her chest.

"You know it's not actually that bad." Robin suddenly started to ramble. "The goalie on my soccer team, Beth Wildfire, this other girl slid into her leg and the whole bone came out of her knee, six inches or something, it was insane-"

"Robin." Steve said, cutting off her nervous rambling.

"Yeah?"

"You're not helping."

"I'm sorry."

A moment later, Jonathan came sprinting back which was probably not safe to do with a large butcher knife in his hand, but you weren't going to tell him off for it as he handed the knife and a wooden spoon to Billy.

"El, this is going to hurt like hell, okay?" Billy said calmly looking at your sister.

"Okay." She sobbed, her hands grabbing your arms like a lifeline.

"Need you to stay real still. Here, you're gonna want to bite down on that, okay?" Billy continued holding the wooden spoon out which Mike took and held it out for El to bite in her mouth.

Billy lowered the knife down to the wound on her leg, the thing inside her wriggling beneath her skin before he lifted his head and those blue eyes met yours with a questioning look, awaiting permission to cut your sister.

You nodded, "do it."

The blade pierced through her skin causing her to scream and you had to look away, unable to watch as your arms tightened around her trying to hold her still as she cried out in agony.

"No!" El wailed, spitting the wooden spoon out her mouth. "Stop it! Stop it!"

Steve quickly tapped Billy's shoulder getting him to stop and Billy removed the knife and looked over at the girl in alarm as she sobbed in your arms.

"I can do it. I can do it." She panted sitting up as you let go of her cautiously.

"El-" You began to say, but she cut you off.

"I can do it."

You simply nodded, not about to tell her what to do as she reached her arm towards the cut using her powers while she screamed. The glass wall behind you shattered at the sheer volume.

On instinct, you shielded El's body with your own, blocking the glass shards from hitting her before she threw the thing out her leg through the cut Billy had made. The small fleshy creature that looked like a miniature Mind Flayer tentacle landed on the floor across the food court.

"What the fuck?" You muttered under your breath, reaching for your gun in your waistband to kill the creature once and for all.

But, you didn't have to because a boot stomped down on top of it, squishing it completely and you sighed with relief when you saw who's boot it was.

Hopper.

Thank God.

You had never been so relieved to see your father in your entire life.

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Head canon time:

Okay okay okay okayokayokay so this post has super cute art, but the reblog comment on it aligned with something that’s been percolating in my brain for a ~while~ now:

Eleven as Steve’s sister.

Obviously neither Steve nor Eleven have any idea. From the time El escapes the lab, they don’t interact much. Even if they’re in the same room, they kind of bounce around each other, because...why else would they? Steve’s at least five years older and she’s still building her social skills/confidence, especially around men.

But then Steve gets his hair cut short, and the back likes to curl very similarly to how El’s did when hers was short. Their hair needs its own weight to pull it straight.

And it’s dark brown. Followed by clear brown eyes.

It’s not enough for anyone to connect the dots, of course, but then El’s “mother” dies. Her mind had been a flickering light for a long time, eventually her heart began to match. But when a heart stops, it stops.

Her sister calls Hopper, in case El wants to know, and they show up, at the very least, to attend the funeral and to help the sister go through dusty boxes. Maybe there’s a picture of El’s mother that she wants...

Instead they find surrogacy papers.

Old bank statements.

Apparently at the time of her involvement with government conspiracy, she had been very down on her luck. She made the mistake of doubling up on volunteering to be a surrogate mother, as well as whatever the hell the Hawkins Library did to her.

But the names on the papers are John and Eliza Harrington.

“Like...Steve?” El asks when he finally has gaped at the papers for too long.

Hopper inhales because he isn’t sure when he did that last and scratches his face. “Yeah...like Steve.”

He has mixed emotions: the empathetic devastation at losing a kid, but also the relief that this involves someone already in the know.

They go over to Steve’s house.

The guy answers the door with a slice of pizza in his hand, still chewing. “Hi, Hop. Ellie.”

She offers a small smile. “Steve.”

“Are your parents home, kid?”

He shook his head and swallowed. “Just left this morning. They have a time-share condo in Mexico.”

“You didn’t go with them?”

Steve scoffs while turning around back into the house. “My idea of a good time isn’t with my parents. What d’you need?”

“Well,” Hopper sighs, feeling too big in the foyer. Eleven stabs his hip with a finger and he begins the tedious process of unlacing his boots. “I need to go through your parents’ papers. You got an attic, a cellar, an office?”

Steve, bless him, looks genuinely clueless. “Uh. Yeah...are we in trouble for something?”

“Not in trouble, no. I just wanna cross reference something.”

Bless him twice, because he actually lets Hopper into his attic. His father’s office. Then his mother’s.

He finds it in his mother’s bedroom. It was just a shot in the dark to try the safe in the closet, but so many people actually keep their safes unlocked for easy access.

Hospital documents. Even ultrasound photos.

“Jane Elizabeth...Harrington?” Steve chirps over his shoulder.

He looks up at the chief, who’s rubbing his beard again. Their heads turn to Eleven sitting on Mrs. Harrington’s bed. “My name’s Jane.”

Those big brown eyes blink between her and Hopper. “How do you know that? I thought you came from a lab?”

Hopper intercepted, “She used her,” he gestured vaguely to his own head, “to find her mother. Or...the surrogate your parents paid for.”

“And where’s she?”

“Dead,” said Eleven.

Hopper reiterated, “She passed about two weeks ago. We found your parents’ names in her paperwork.”

“But - what happened? How does a baby just go missing? Better question: why don’t I have super powers?”

Hopper had already read the hospital’s apology and refund of the Harrington’s funds, insurance, the works. “I think that asshole...Brenner...claimed the baby for his work, early enough that it could be written off as a miscarriage. Whatever they did to El’s mother, whatever went on in that lab, landed her with her abilities. It’s nothing to covet, all right.”

Steve looked winded. He crossed his arms and let himself collapse against the wall. “So...what do we do?”

“Uh...” Hopper fanned his face with the ultrasound pictures. “There isn’t a lot we can do. Telling your parents would open up a lot of closed doors that we can’t really afford to open. Dr. Owens, being the swell guy he is, provided me paperwork that grants El as my kid.

“But.

“You already know each other. You already contributed to saving the world together. So...I think that’s up to the two of you.”

Both of them, for all they’d been through, just looked like kids. They were kids, even if Steve now stood in his twenties. And he stood off the wall, now, to approach his sister.

“Can I, uhm...can I hug you?”

El slid off the high bed, easily falling against his body for arms to wrap tightly around her. They stayed like that for a long moment, then Hopper joined them to rub between their shoulder blades.

“Oh god. You’re dating Mike Wheeler.” El hummed a curious sound and he elaborated, “Am I gonna have to pound on him if he pisses you off?”

“I wish you would,” Hopper confirmed.

Fast forward to Mike being extremely confused at his girlfriend suddenly spending a lot of time with Steve Harrington, of all people.

“Maybe she’s gotten a taste for older men?” Lucas teased, and got punched in the shoulder for it.

Max’s eyes rolled but she didn’t grace that with an answer.

Mike fumed, “She was supposed to be with me today! Then she called and said she had other plans - ”

Max chimed, “Are you sure you had plans? Or that you had a plan but she beat you to it?”

“It doesn’t matter! I see her walking around with Steve Harrington all the time and it’s weird!”

Will said for nobody in particular, “We’re not the ones to judge weird anymore.”

Lucas countered, “Or we’re the experts on weird. Speaking of, where the hell is Dustin?”

“With Steve,” Max grinned right at Mike, and stood up. “Speaking of, my ride’s probably here.”

“Where are you going?” Lucas asked.

“Over to Steve’s.”

The boys looked at each other and ran for their shoes. Sure enough, they left the Wheelers’ basement, circled around the house, and found the blue Camaro waiting in the cul-de-sac.

“Woah woah woah, what the hell is this?” Billy said hoarsely. He peered over his sunglasses at the teenagers filing into his backseat.

Max shoved a bottle of water towards him. “You’re not drinking enough, again.”

“Don’t bitch at me. Tell your friends to scram.”

“Are you really going over to Steve’s?” Will began.

“What do you know about Steve hanging out with my girlfriend?” Mike joined.

“Steve’s got a pool, right?” Lucas directed at Max.

Billy revved his engine with a sharp right turn, throwing all of them to one side of the car. Max held her head from where it had hit the window. “Cool it, you shouldn’t even be driving in the first place.”

“My blood did not turn black for this bullshit.”

The kids in the back stared out of the windows like Loch Nora was a safari tour. At the sound of the Camaro’s engine, Steve trotted down the slope of the lawn in swimming trunks with a towel around his shoulders, waving them through the gate.

Will and Lucas sprinted after him. Mike followed at a skeptical pace while Max lingered for Billy’s sake. No one noticed that Billy wore pink and turquoise swimming trunks that fit more to Steve’s taste.

Mike sure as hell noticed the red and purple, woven friendship bracelets that El and Steve wore, though. The pale, skinny nerd just stared, dumbfounded between Hopper floating contently over the pool, El laughing in a one-piece covered in hibiscus flowers, and Steve sitting at the foot of Billy’s lounge chair.

Then Robin strolled through the gate with a stack of pizza and chicken wing boxes. “All right, we ready? What are you doing, dweeb? It’s a 101 degrees out. Get wet.”

And shoved Mike Wheeler right into the pool.

#steve harrington #eleven #ficlet #neonponders #post s3 #harringrove #for the non-americans:#40º C is 100º F #hot as f!ck #also I just wanted something where steve wasn't scared shitless of his pool #robin buckley

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Steve Harrington is okay, I guess

Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader Summary: Set after the events of season 2, Y/n Henderson is helping El get ready for the snow ball dance while Steve helps her brother. Her and El have a talk about feelings and relationships when she realizes something.

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After fighting demodogs and crawling through evil tunnels, nothing really scares you anymore. Or at least that's what you thought.

It wasn’t until you where in Hoppers cabin, helping El get ready for the snowball dance that you realized the one thing you were scared of.

Your feelings for the one and only Steve Harrington.

It’s been a few days since you and Steve kissed in those tunnels. You thought it was the adrenaline at first, relief that you weren’t being mauled by demodogs like you thought. But then on the car ride home, as he drove Billy's camaro back to the Byers house, he did something unexpected. He intertwined your fingers with his. And silently you two drove listening to the kids light breathing as they slept, the adrenaline from todays events wearing off.

Back to the present day. You were in El’s room helping her get ready. She was wearing a blue dress that had belonged to Nancy and it was paired with a pink belt that was yours. You smiled as she twirled around, happy with the way she looked.

“Okay 7-11″ you said affectionately,” Let's get you all dolled up”

El made a face at the nickname but sat down as you pulled out your makeup bag. She curiously started digging through it, looking at all the items.

“Pretty�� she said, holding a pink blush. You took it from her and explained what it was. Finally, you got her to look up and started applying her makeup. It was nice, sharing these moments with her. While you love Dustin with all your heart, you always wondered what it would be like to have a sister.

“Okay El, now all we need to do is your hair.”

“Wanna see.” She said, trying to look in a mirror.

“Aw come on kiddo, let me finish your hair, that way it can be a surprise.” you said, trying to convince her to be patient. She pouted for a bit then relented, letting you brush through her short curls.

“Are you excited?” You ask, spraying a bit of hairspray in her hair.

“I’m nervous” she replied looking up at you, you give her a comforting smile and as why.

“What if...what if Mike doesn’t like it?”

“Then screw him” You say putting a blue butterfly clip as the finishing touch, “ But he’ll like it.”

“How do you know?”

“Because he likes you. I can see it in the way he looks at you” You lead her to the mirror.

“Looks at me?” she asks looking at you. You fix a few stray hairs.

“Yeah, it’s like you two are the only ones in the world” you turn her around to finally reveal what she looks like. “What do you think?”

El smiles, “Pretty”

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You catch a ride with Hopper and El to the school. wanting to see El off (and hopefully run into Steve). You look into the school and realize that You’re a bit late but the dance isn’t over. You look at El.

“Okay kid, knock em dead”

She looks concerned at the term so you quickly correct yourself. “I mean, good luck” Hopper laughs in the driver's seat. El gets off the truck and goes into the school, leaving you alone with him.

“She really does look beautiful” you say looking inside the school. You hear Hopper sigh as he looks as well

“Yeah,you did a great job” you blush, the words of validation making you fill with pride.

“I heard you talking about Mike and the way he looks at her” Hopper mentions clearing his throat.

“Yeah, she was nervous so I wanted to reassure her” you replied hoping you didn’t upset him.

Seeing the unease in your eyes he quickly said “ I’m not upset or anything”

You sigh in relief. Then he says “ I just noticed that she’s not the only one someone looks at like that”. Then he nods his head towards a car. And in that car was Steve, looking back at ...you? Your furrow your brow in confusion

“Steve?” you ask not taking your eyes off him. Hopper scoffs and rolls his eyes

“Christ kid, that boy has looked at you with heart eyes since that whole supernatural shit show”

You smile and look back at the Chief excusing yourself from the truck. As you get out you hear him mutter “finally”. As you walk towards the car, you see Steve quickly fixing his hair and trying to look natural. Then he lowers the window.

“Am I dreaming or is that you Henderson?”

“Yeah its me, don’t cream your pants” you reply, both of you chuckling remembering the interaction between Billy and Steve. You climb in the car, rubbing your hands together to escape the cold.

“How’s the shoulder?” Steve asks, mentioning the injury given to you by the demodogs. You smile and say its fine. Then a silence settles between you two. A familiar comfortable silence. After a few moments you turn to him.

“Thanks for dropping of Dustin, I know he really appreciated it”

“Ah he’s a good kid, i really didn’t mind”

The response warms your heart. You loved how much Steve cared about your brother. It was nice to know he’d always be there for him.

The silence settles again, as the two of you look into the school and watch the kids dance. You notice that Steve is looking at Nancy. A cold feeling strikes your heart. You start to doubt what Hopper told you.

“ You still love her, huh?” you ask sadly

Steve looks at you in shock. “Who? Nancy?

“Yeah”

“No” His response shocks you.

“I thought I did, but I look at her and i don’t feel the way I do about...” He cuts himself off. You try and catch his eye

“About who, Steve?”

He takes a deep breath and looks you in the eye. The action startling you.

“About you, Y/n”

You smile, your heart beating nervously as your palm start sweating.

“You..you like me?”

“Of course I like you” Steve says, shifting closer to you and holding your hands. “You’re brave, and strong. You’re smart and kind and just overall a good person. You’re not like any other girl I ever met, including Nancy”

All doubts you had previously have vanished. They were replaced with the words Steve said. Your chest filled with happiness as you leaned forward. Steve getting the hint leaned forward as well. Your lips meeting in the middle to a soft kiss.

Pulling away, Steve finally asked, “Y/n, do you wanna go on a date with me”

You smile and pull him in for a kiss again.

“You bet your ass I do Harrington”

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harringtonheartache · 3 years

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Daybreak | Chapter Twenty-Three

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Lab Escapee! Reader?

Summary: Let’s go home. Nice things are waiting.

Word Count: tiny bit less than 4,000

Warning(s): Cussing

A/N: This is like when someone brings you a cake to make up for something bad they’ve done. Here is my cake. I’ve missed you. Sorry it’s been a while.

Hopper had won another argument. A short exchange — neither player combative enough for the conversation to reach its full potential — but an argument nonetheless. The day’s events had wrung both Hopper and Steve dry. And yet both of them trudged along — literally, trudged, as they were still ankle-deep in water — one of them with a teenage girl slumped in their arms, the prize of the argument.

Steve, arms empty, pawed his wet palms against his jeans. He staggered, having taken an awkward step, then sprung forward with extra vigor in his hops. Pushing himself to his toes and then walking on them for a few steps to get a steady look, he peered over Hopper’s arms at Nine. His eyes tracked her breath for a moment, and he fell back on the flats of his feet after he was sure there was both a rise and a fall somewhere underneath her clothes.

His lack of true energy caught back up to him, his momentary escape like a failed run from a captor. He fell back into pace with his past self, slugging a few steps behind the other two he had entered the void with. He went off-road and landed behind Joyce, her own unconscious person draped over her arms and tight to her chest. Steve placed a hand against her shoulder, and smiled at the woman when she turned back to look at him.

Jonathan sat tensely on his living room couch. The gun he had used in the battle of two hours ago was cold and greasy in his hands, and his eyes drifted around the room ever so often before snapping back to the black void in front of him. The house was ominously quiet, dressed like a crime scene with furniture tossed and broken around him. Maybe he should have straightened things up a bit. It would be more ideal for Will to return home to a familiar sight, and he wasn’t accustomed to seeing his house wrecked and littered with his own missing posters. In Jonathan’s routine glance around the room, he eyed beneath his feet the papers printed with his little brother’s face and kicked a few backward to be concealed beneath the couch.

Suddenly, like an unexpected shout, he was no longer alone in his house as Steve appeared staggering through the hole in the wall. Jonathan stood promptly, like a soldier reporting for duty, and his wistful eyes blinked hopefully as he waited for more to arrive. In his uncoordinated arrival, Steve tripped half-way, catching himself with quick feet and moving aside to make way for the others. He looked to Jonathan and Jonathan looked back. All Steve offered was an honest smile.

Joyce appeared next, much more steadily, and with a child-sized bundle in her arms. Was it really Will? Jonathan just starred for a moment, paused. Loading. Could his missing brother really just materialize before him like this, a return as curious as the disappearance? Joyce stepped slowly around Jonathan and leaned down to lay Will on the couch. It was then that he managed a look at the bundle’s face, and surely saw his brother. Drained of color, his face was a startling grey and his hair a wet slap across his forehead. He barely looked like his missing poster anymore — not that anyone else could have found him anyway. It was Joyce’s embrace that managed to pull Jonathan from his still position looming over Will. “He’s home,” she said in his ear.

Hopper swung his right leg into the Byers’ home and then pulled his left behind him slowly to keep his balance. In his arms the girl stay quiet, silenced by an unconsciousness strong enough to ignore the bumpy ride. Her legs dangled over his arms as he turned swiftly to eye the wall behind him. As he took a few steps backward, the black void began to shrink and he sighed. “Yes, please. Go,” he said restlessly, dropping his head and then picking it back up to look for a place to set Nine down.

Jonathan turned to look at Hopper as he fumbled around the living room. He tossed the girl up a little to keep her from sliding out of his arms.

“Is-” Jonathan dropped an arm from around his mom. “Is that Nine?”

Nine woke up feeling worn. Her hands reanimated before the rest of her body and felt around aimlessly, confined beneath tight sheets. She managed to open only one eye at first, but then the second blinked open and she was lying in a bedroom that looked abnormally still. The lights were off, but it didn’t feel as though they were that way for sleeping. The space seemed empty. Whoever was here last must have hit the light switch on their way out, assuming they were leaving it uninhabited. But I am here, Nine thought, and then she looked down at herself to confirm. There was a figure of some kind underneath the blankets and so she assumed it must be her body. The room was a dull color, modest window light turning it that way. A cool breeze wandered over her cheeks and she looked forward, waiting for a fog to roll into vision around her as it had in the void.

Surely that was where she was. The concept of her own presence became a vague idea in her mind and she closed her eyes again to let it be. Against her better wishes, her brain was committed to consciousness, and more thoughts began leaking through the barrier of sleepiness. A little bit more coherent, each one, until she pieced together a name: Will.

Nine lifted her head and then her shoulders, sitting up on her elbows hastily. The tiredness had washed away in an instant. Her vision blurred as if to punish her for such sudden movement, and she reached a hand to her shutting eyes to rub sight back into them.

“Nine,” a voice said. It was quiet, but unexpected, and for that she flinched. Turning toward the sound, she blinked rapidly, now demanding her eyesight back. She began to make out a chair at her bedside and a person occupying it. How had she missed this before?

Her sight now clearing, she saw Steve staring widely back at her.

She turned her head to look for the fog, certain it had to have formed around her by now. “Fuck,” she muttered to herself, sitting up fully. Her hands were pulled from her sides and she placed her palms against her eyes as she hunched over herself, begging — for once — reality to set in.

“Hey, you okay?” the voice asked and she turned to see Steve standing up from the chair. She had flinched again. Looking over the boy she was convinced existed only in her mind, Nine held her breath.

They were both confused, Nine more so in a daze while Steve dealt with the responsibility of full clearheadedness. He looked at her, himself both awkward and unexplainably nervous, and opened his mouth, sure he should speak. Not another word left him however, and he blinked at her as he stood still, painfully uncertain of himself.

With an unsteady hand, Nine reached in front of herself to touch Steve. Expecting him to turn to mist, she gripped his shoulder tightly when it stayed solid beneath her hand. Her fingers brushed his skin where it crept out from his shirt’s neckline. “You’re really here?” she asked, her voice delicate.

“... Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’m really here.”

A smile cracked on Nine’s face and Steve appreciated it for a moment before he was pulled forward. Arms around his neck, she hugged him tightly and let out the breath she’d held. “Holy shit,” she whispered into his skin. A hand absentmindedly clenched onto the fabric of his shirt as if to keep him from floating away. Wrapping himself around her back, he laughed lightly at her words.

Nine laughed too, and then let him go to lean back and look again at his face — more real now than before. She tried to pull herself together — sniffing, wiping her wet eyes — and Steve gave her the privacy of pretending not to notice. “Where is… here?” she asked, her voice more confident now as she chuckled at the absurdity of it all.

“Oh, um, the Byers’ house. This is Jonathan’s room, he offered it to you.”

Nine smiled as she looked over the room. It seemed more luminous now than it had when she first awoke. Posters on the wall, a record player by the window, a camera on the nightstand. Things appeared to her now that hadn’t before.

“He’s Will’s brother,” Steve clarified, realizing he’d be nothing more than a name to her.

She looked back to him. “And… and Will?”

“He’s here, too. He’s safe.”

Nine grinned widely and let out a huff of air so deep in her chest she felt hollow when it was gone. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Steve grabbed for her hand and held on tight. “You’re both safe,” he said, the words sweetened by his delivery. Letting herself fall back against the pillows, Nine’s eyes danced across the ceiling as she squeezed his hand.

“You’re remarkably good at saving me,” she drawled.

“As are you at saving others,” he spoke back gracefully.

Nine made a noise of disagreement, sitting up and shaking her head. “I can’t take credit for Will, we’d both be gone if you didn’t show up to pick me up off the ground.”

Steve laughed. “Mmh. Yeah, you can’t win this argument.” He bowed his head and smirked. “You sacrificed yourself to a mysterious force within a black void. Please. Take credit.”

The two laughed.

“Team effort,” Nine responded.

“Fine, whatever you say,” he murmured softly, raising his eyebrows in mock compliance. “but you carried the weight.”

Nine smiled. His charm had a way of healing her, settling into weak spots and turning them whole. She just smiled.

“Hey, um…” Steve started, letting go of her hand. A breeze from outside drifted across his skin and it almost startled him — he had forgotten the window was open. “Can I, uh. Can I tell you something?”

Nine navigated so that her legs were folded in front of her. She looked at him curiously as he sat before her: eyes drifting away from her own, expression unreadable. Like a cut from a dull blade, anxiety began to set in.

“Yeah, of course,” she said, her voice a little quieted.

Still sitting on the edge of the bed, Steve shifted so that he faced her more easily. A buzzing sensation on the back of his neck forced him to continue.

“I like you,” he said, choked and fast like the words had been squeezed out of him.

“Um…” Nine’s response drifted off. Of course he likes her, she thought this had already been established. He likes her and she likes him, this was surely not a confession. “I… like you too,” she told him, brows twitching, her answer more or less a guess as to what kind of response would be appropriate. Her face was tinted with confusion, and Steve looked away from it and to his lap as he considered how to continue; how to correct. He thought for a moment, eyes trained on his hands, and let himself imagine dropping the conversation here, unsure if he had enough bravery in him to mend his ambiguous delivery.

“Well, um, that was- that was bad… wording. Um- what I mean is that…”

What did he mean, exactly? He liked her. His original wording floated around in his head, and he cursed himself for trying to simplify his feelings. It was more than a quiet fondness, he knew that, and his initial choice of confession suddenly felt entirely elementary.

“I don’t…” he swallowed, trying to clear his throat and therefore his mind. He still watched his hands, and they started to fold together in a slow restlessness. “I don’t know how to explain it,” he admitted, and Nine dipped her head as she picked up on his nervous solemnity.

She began to fear a little, and twisted herself further in an attempt to get a look at his face.

“I like you in a different way than how a friend likes a friend,” he started. God, he hated how juvenile he sounded. There had to be a better way to put this. “I just-”

He pulled his head up now, and gazed up into her eyes from his still folded composure. He just looked a moment. At her; her face and her cheeks and her quirked eyebrow and her eyes. “I love you,” he finally spoke. It came from his mouth soft, sweet, saccharine. So calmly it could only be a fact.

His eyes gleamed with an anxiousness she’d never seen in him as he blinked at her. But he smiled, a soft twitch of his lips, and it only further authenticated his words.

“And I know,” he started, his eyes retreating to his lap. “I know that might be kind of confusing. Or- or maybe it’s obvious, I was told that it is, but I wanted to tell you,” he said, eyes dragging back to her face now. “I wanted you to know.”

Nine watched as he looked away from her yet again. Her lips parted lightly — unsure — and she almost began to panic. A necessity from within rose: she wanted to grab him, save him from a retreat. Wait. A silence settled that from the outside looked serene; an open window, the silhouette of two sitting side-by-side, calmness. But neither of them were calm.

Steve’s hands still tangled with one another, and it reminded Nine of herself. She reached out cautiously, like she wasn’t sure it was the right move, but placed a hand with purpose overtop of his own. They stilled, and she won back his eye contact.

“What does that… mean?” She didn’t want to ask, felt she had done enough of that in her time out of the lab, but she needed to understand. This wasn’t a conversation that she could just nod her way through, smile in fake understanding and ponder it later. There was a weight to the words Steve spoke, and while she felt like she did understand somewhere she couldn’t pinpoint right now, she had to be sure of it.

Steve smiled at her. Facing the window, the sun lit half of his face in a yellow beam, and without words he looked over her face for another moment.

“I love you,” he said again gently, whispered almost, and with another smile. “By every meaning.”

Nine’s mouth cracked into a small smile, too; knowing, coy. Her eyebrows dipped in a moment of lasting curiosity.

“You showed up so unexpectedly, just standing in front of my car. And I was so confused. I didn’t understand any of what was happening but I wanted to help you,” Steve said admiringly. His tongue curled in his mouth, apprehensive for a second until he was lost in the story, dedicated again.

“So I hid you in my house, under my bed. It seems so goddamn ridiculous now”.

He grinned to himself, a huff of air close to a laugh leaving him.

“And we went shopping, and we went to the arcade. You met the kids. Yeah, the underlying situation was a bit abnormal but things felt right. Like you were supposed to end up standing in the road in the pouring rain and I was supposed to almost- almost hit you with my car.” Steve chuckled, wiped his nose with a sniff. His eyebrows drew in for a second, like he had just remembered something troubling.

“But at some point, all of a sudden, it wasn’t about helping a random girl, anymore.”

He dragged his bottom lip underneath the grasp of his top teeth, raked the two together as he shook his head.

“I don’t even know when it happened, really. It was something like an alarm going off in my head; I realized that I wasn’t just being a good samaritan, I genuinely cared about you. To the point where it started to scare me. And maybe it still does, but you were here with me and then gone so quickly. Just ripped from my life. That first time it happened — when they grabbed you right from my car — Jesus, I couldn’t believe how fucking petrified I was. How angry at myself I got.”

Steve paused, pulling himself back to shore before he drowned in his own sensibility.

“And no one else, besides Dustin, would even know. I had no power, no assurance that I’d see you again. It’s like, Hawkins’ didn’t know about you before, so what would stop you from disappearing? My parents, friends. No one would even know someone so important to me was gone. I’d have to live with that- that hard pit in my stomach that I knew where you were, I knew what they were doing to you, and I couldn’t fucking do anything about it.

And then we got you back.

Hopper wanted to question you, and I guess what else would a sheriff do in that situation? But I just wanted him gone. I didn’t want him to bother us. Or bother you, specifically. I just wanted to watch movies and sleep until noon. Wake up to you. Act like there were no problems because the idea of something else happening where I couldn’t shield you or you were put in a situation where- where you were in pain… that wasn’t something I could handle anymore. I mean, fuck, you were gone for a day and when I saw the bruises on your arms from when you were dragged away…”

Steve stopped, as if catching himself from saying too much. Which was ridiculous, he realized, because he seemed to be spilling everything in his head.

“Then you were taken again. From here. I didn’t even know if you were alive. I had to tell myself that you were, just to keep going long enough to find out. I was angry at myself again, thought I should have given Hopper an easier time. Maybe he could have figured something out, done something before we got as far as we did, I don’t know. I was angry at myself and I was angry at him and I felt like… ‘this is the end!’.

But it wasn’t, and now that you’re back…”

Steve drifted off, searching for a way to verbalize the feeling he’d been sick with.

“I don’t know. That alarm has been blaring in my head for a long time, and I’m not good at ignoring it. I can’t keep hitting ‘snooze’. It happened so quickly, but I can’t go back to living without you.”

The buzzing on the back of Steve’s neck faded. With the conclusion of his confession, feeling a little tipsy on adoration, he looked to Nine.

She blinked once, eyes wide, mouth twisted as if she couldn’t decide if she should smile or frown. Steve had only a moment to feel sorry for himself before she stole his attention from his rushing thoughts with the most tender, closed-mouthed grin. Dimples poked holes in her cheeks and his face reddened.

“I love you, too,” she said. And she was sure she did, because she understood now.

“I was terrified of you, at first…” she continued with a smile. “I was terrified of everything. Being sent back. Waking up and realizing that I had never escaped. But it became obvious that you didn’t- that you wouldn’t hurt me. That you were good. I let myself relax, and I began to feel content for the first time. Happy.”

Nine’s cheeks were red now, too. Feeling the warmth on her face, she looked downward. Steve’s eyes followed, head tilting, unable to help himself.

She shook her head as less pleasant thoughts arose, keeping her gaze on her lap a moment longer.

“We went into the woods: you, Dustin and I, and you got hurt by that thing. I felt like it was my fault. I started to think everything was my fault. If I’d never gotten out, that monster wouldn’t have either. Will wouldn’t have gone missing. You wouldn’t be forced to hide me in your room and you wouldn’t have been attacked by that thing that night. I was endangering you and everyone around you. But at the same time, the thought of going back was still… horrifying. It felt like I couldn’t safely belong anywhere.

But you seemed like you wanted me here. Not to use me or to- to study me or something. That was scary, too. You told me that you didn’t care that you weren’t safe because helping me was that important to you, and I didn’t know how to handle that.”

With a look of honest worry, Nine returned her gaze to Steve’s eyes for the first time since she started speaking.

“Sometimes it’s easier to be feared, you know? It certainly felt more fitting. And it was all I had been up until that point.

But I realized how much I cared about you, too. I didn’t… understand why you reciprocated that feeling, and until then I was able to brush it off like you didn’t.”

Nine chewed at her tongue, looking off to give herself a chance to collect her thoughts and find her place in her head again.

“I was taken back there and all I could think about was what you were doing. Part of me kept telling myself you were better off, that I was selfish for wanting to go back, but being at the lab was so much worse after feeling so liberated. It wasn’t just that I had escaped, it was that I had found you.”

She paused, finding Steve’s eyes again.

“...The second time — the void — I woke up in that dark place and called your name. I knew you weren’t there, but I said it out loud anyway. More than once. I need you, too. I love you, Steve.”

Sickly-sweet was the smile that bloomed on Steve’s face, and Nine mirrored the expression with love-filled eyes. A few seconds passed, silence from both of them as they let one another’s words fill the space.

“Have you… ever been kissed?” Steve asked quietly, almost embarrassed by the question. Nine grinned again, drawing in a gentle breath before shaking her head ‘no’.

“Can I kiss you?”

There was a single beat of silence before she responded.

“Yes,” she said earnestly.

Steve leaned forward, raising a hand to brush his fingertips gently across Nine’s jaw. He looked to her eyes and then her lips, and they twitched into a delicately-strung smile. Her cheeks were still rosy from the heat of it all, and the sight brought upon Steve the sudden urge to tell her how beautiful she was. Maybe he’d realized he had never been brave enough to let her know sooner. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered affectionately, adjusting his hand to better cup her face and closing in with a kiss before she even got the chance to think about his words.

With too much passion between the two for shyness, the kiss was long and rich with love. Their lips pressed together, tender yet heavy, and Nine tasted something implacably sweet on Steve. They separated from one another and caught their breath.

“So are you,” Nine whispered, their faces still close, eyes fluttering to focus on one another.

“Hmm?” Steve purred faintly.

“I think you’re beautiful, too.”

Steve felt a slanted smile stretch across his lips before he returned them to Nine’s in a loving encore.

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A/N: Finally, amiright? (;

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 18 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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{Stranger Things Masterlist}

Set Them On Fire

Today, you need the sun. You need it hot and bright, to offer you protection, to burn anything that comes out of the flames. But there are clouds in the sky, threatening to hide that damn ball of fire. Bouncing your leg, the only thing keeping you down to Earth is Billy's hand on your thigh, trying to calm you down. You had to call in sick today, telling Anthony both of you got a cold and passed on to the other. And now the manager of the pool knows you're living together. But it doesn't matter. This matters, setting those monsters on fire and being done with it.

“Relax, babe.” He says, squeezing your thigh a little, making you look over him. “It'll work.”

“It will.” You tell this more to yourself than to him.

Half an hour later you reach the only hole left, joining the party who gathers a few feet away, in the protection of the threes. When you step out of the car, you feel a rather cold breeze, the one that announces a storm. Max hands you the bat, which you gladly take, holding it tight. The kids are getting things ready. Well, they're helping Eleven, you're not sure how since she's the only one with superpowers, as she searches through the woods, making sure all the Demodogs are in the tunnels.

The idea is to use one of the robots to take a stick of small dynamite into the tunnels, so when it explodes, the fire will spread through the whole thing quickly, since it's basically soaking in gasoline. When Eleven finally stands up, taking off the fabric that was covering up her eyes, everyone starts moving.

“They're all in there. They already started digging again. We gotta do it now.” She says, and immediately, Mike gets the small robot ready.

“This takes thirty seconds to blow up, more than enough time to get in the there, drive it inside, and run back here.” He announces, standing up to his feet. “Who will go there?”

You were expecting then to be nervous, to push it around, not wanting to get too close to the hole, not when the clouds are threatening to give the Demothings a chance to hunt in the daylight. But no. They start arguing about who gets to go.

“Seriously.” You mumble, running a hand through your hair and pacing around. You just need this day to end. You just need the fire to catch.

“Hey, hey.” Billy reaches you as you walk away from the others, not wanting to listen to their arguments. The guys are fun to be around, and they manage to get a laugh out of you despite being sad about Jason, despite being anxious about the Demodogs, but now you just can't, not today. There's too much at stake. “Come here.” Billy hugs you, your arms embracing his midsection, head on his chest. He has this thing, you don't know how, you don't even know if he actually tries. But when Billy hugs you, the rest of the world vanishes. It doesn't matter how dangerous it is, Billy makes it all disappear.

“Everything I want to do right now is–”

“This is not the place or time to make out. Let's do this!” Hopper's thunder voice cuts you short, and you take a couple of seconds to swallow the anger before letting go of Billy.

“Let's go. It'll be over soon.” He bends over to place a soft kiss on your lips before taking your hand and walking over the party again.

Lucas won, he gets to put the robot near the hole. You watch as he does it, lighting up the dynamite and running back here as Mike moves the thing forward, making it disappear inside the tunnel. Dustin is counting down, and you close your eyes, your body frozen.

“Seven, six, five, four–” It happens, a small explosion followed by wild, high flames taking over the exit. It makes a weird noise as the fire spreads, but it soon vanishes, fading away as it takes over the tunnels underground. “I must have miscalculated.”

“It's working,” Eleven says, focused, blood coming out of her nose. “I can feel them dying.”

“Great,” Hopper says, a gun in hand, ready to act if things go south.

You're allowing yourself to relax now, despite the clouds covering up the sunlight, and the thunder that can be heard somewhere from above. The rain won't put down the fire, it'll keep burning for several hours, until all the gas is consumed. All the Demodogs will be nothing but ashes by then.

Several minutes pass by, and a light rain starts falling. Summer storms are unpredictable, they come suddenly, and can either last ten minutes before the sun comes out again or two days. But it doesn't matter. Nobody seems to be bothered by the water so there's no reason for you to overthink.

“Can't we go now? It's done, isn't it?” Robin asks, removing some of her hair that's glued to her face. “It's pouring.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Steve answers, his eyes, like everybody else's, on the flames, coming out of the hole. “I think this is it.”

Eleven breaks out of her state, taking a deep breath and turning around. “I think we can go.”

You're relieved, if the words can even express how you feel right now. You're grip on the bat loosens, and you lay it on your shoulder.

“Home, then. A little party to celebrate?” Steve suggests, and they murmur in response, obviously excited.

But a groan, a snarl, building up from a low whisper to a loud, disgusting noise shut them up. Slowly, all eyes turn back to the hole, and your heart stops when you see it. When you actually see the thing making that noise.

As it crawls out of the tunnel, yelling, groaning in pain, it's skin falling apart, you immediately recognize it, despite never seen the thing. This Demodog just evolved into the full thing, eight feet tall massive Demogorgon. Now, the rain is a problem. Out here, with the water hitting its skin, the fire is being put out.

“Hopper, start shooting!” Joyce yells, and Hopper moves, blasting that thing, and despite some painful growls, it also gets its attention, and now, it's looking over here. At you. And when it starts moving, the commotion starts. Everyone who knows how to use a gun has one, Billy included, and the shooting begins.

You wish you could be brave. You really wish you had the courage you had when Neil attacked Billy. To just go there and beat the shit of this... This... Thing. But instead, you freeze, unable to move, just looking at the monster, and it comes towards you.

“(Y/N)!” Billy's voice reaches you at the same moment you feel his arm around your waist, pulling you back. “C'mon.”

You don't know what comes to you. The kids are so brave, they have been dealing with these things for a while now, and you just... You can't move. You can't think. Your eyes can't believe what they're seeing, your legs won't obey your commands. You're just... Paralyzed.

“Take her away. Now.” Someone says, and you feel yourself moving when the Demogorgon jumps, moving way too fast for something so big, landing right among you, splitting the group in half.

It's close now, close to you. It lowers his head, not seeming to the bothered by the many bullets hitting its skin. You see it, looking right at you with no eyes, and its head opens, slowly, and you feel like you're inside a nightmare, the worst nightmare you could ever imagine.

It happens fast, and it snaps you out of your numbness. Billy pushes you away, raising his gun, shooting the creature until there are no more bullets left. Then you see it, you feel it, the thing ready to jump over Billy. That makes you move. From your state, you hold the bat with all the strength left in your body, stepping forward and swinging it right into the Demogorgon's head. The nails pierce through its already sore skin, burned, peeling off, and when it moves back, flinching away, you pulled with it, only letting go of the bat when you stumble down, a sharp pain on your knee and right forearm.

“Everybody get back now!” Eleven shouts and you're quickly pulled up, right into Billy's arms as he moves both of you away from the thing.

Holding on to Billy, you see as Eleven steps forward, furious, raising both her hands. Then, the impossible, which insists on reminding you it's not impossible anymore, happens again. The flames start flowing out of the tunnel, like a fireball, creeping through the woods, leaving a trail of fire on its way here. On its way to the Demogorgon. In a violent push, Eleven lowers her arms, and the fire swallows the creature, which makes the most horrifying sounds you ever heard. It tries to fight it, to run, to attack, but by the looks of it, Eleven is holding it back too.

The groans are deafening, and you can't look anymore, hiding your face on Billy's neck. It only gets worse, louder, and the rain falling on you feels hot. Then, it stops, and before you can process what happened, you're pushed back in a wave of power, both you and Billy hitting the ground hard. Your first instinct is to look at the monster, sitting up abruptly, checking if its anywhere near you. But you see nothing. Nothing but ashes falling down with the rain. It's gone, disappeared.

“Damn it.” Billy groans and your attention falls on him.

“Billy.” With a hand caressing his cheek, you quickly check for any injuries. “Are you alright, baby?”

“I will be after I wash the Demogorgon's ashes off.” By the comment, he's ok, so you lower yourself to kiss him, over and over again, until you hear someone clearing their throat behind you.

“We're all fine too, thanks for asking.” Robin comments.

“Oh, shit.” You mumble, stumbling back to your feet and almost falling back down on the process. “Maxine? Dustin, Steve... All the rest. Mike? Lucas, Joyce...” As you look around, you mentally count, making sure everyone is alive and well.

“Everyone is here.” Eleven says, a tired smile on her lips as Mike hugs her. “They're gone. All of them. I double-checked.”

Breathing out, you run a hand through your hair, a laugh escaping your lips when Billy hugs you, lifting you up. “I told you, princess. We'll be just fine.”

The drive home is chaotic. Everyone is dirty with rain, mud, dirt, and Demogorgon ash. And also blood, since you save a graze on your forearm and a wound on your knee.

Back home, as Lucas and Maxine fight over who will get to shower first, Billy lets you go first, as usual, and when you're done, you have to go and pacify the young couple. Lucas decided to let Maxine go first, and the fighting ends. As you wait for Billy, you clean the wounds, noticing they're not as bad as you feared. Lying down on the bed, you close your eyes, thinking about Jason. You only wish it all happened before, so he'd still be around, but it feels good to know nobody else will get hurt. That you had a part in it, even though it was so tiny.

“So...” Billy says, and you open your eyes when you feel the mattress moving under his weight. “We got our summer back. Whatever is left of it.”

“We still have three weeks until college.” When you notice he's coming to stand above you, you push him back, climbing over him instead. “Then it'll be crazy. Will you really go on with that routine? Drive to Indianapolis Monday morning, drive back here Friday after class?”

“Yeah.”

“It'll be tiring.” You explain, lowering yourself until your face is only an inch away from his.

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure that–”

“Stop trying to make me change my mind about it. I want this crazy, exhausting routine because I want this. Me and you, together. I want this.”

Biting your lip, you hold back a smile. “I love you, Hargrove.”

“Love you too, future Mrs. Hargrove.”

• • •

Life has fallen back into the old pace. Now, only two weeks left of summer, you use your free time to hang with your friends and Billy. You finally feel safe to stay out at night again, but the pain for missing Jason is still very real. You visit his grave once a week at least, mostly with Monica, holding her as she cries. But other than that, the rest is getting better. Steve still teases you, Mike doesn't let go of the incident in his house, Lucas and Maxine keep fighting like a married couple, Joyce and Hopper decided to replace your parents, worrying way too much about your relationship with Billy. Diane comes to visit every once in a while... Life is good, and you're enjoying it.

Today, you just returned home from having lunch with Monica, closing the door shut and throwing the car keys on the table. Billy is on the chest bench, and as you stop to watch, he gives you a look and a wink.

“Almost done here, princess.” He says as you walk closer, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing.” You simply say before sitting on his lap, straddling his hips. “Do twenty more.”

“Why do you always find a way to bug me when I'm working out?” He rolls his eyes, not bothering to stop lifting the weight.

“One...” You start, giggling. “Two... Three.”

“I've been here for half an hour. I'm tired.”

“Four. I can see, you're all sweaty. That's disgusting. Five.” Billy fakes an angry face, raising his leg and kicking your back, forcing you to fall against his chest. “Billy!”

You move to stand up, but he presses the bar in your back, trapping you down. “Where do you think you're going?”

“Alright. Let me up.”

“Only if you kiss me.”

“If you don't let me up I won't kiss you for a week.”

“I heard that before. It lasted an hour.”

“Uhm...” You're looking at his lips as he speaks, immediately regretting what you just said. “You're so lucky you're a good kisser.” Giving up that stupid idea, you kiss him, feeling when he puts the weight away, arms coming to hug you.

“What the hell.”

“Ignore them,” Maxine says, and when you raise your head to look, you see as she drags Eleven to her room.

“Now that we were interrupted, let's get ready.” He stands up as he speaks, carrying you with him.

“Ready for what?”

“I told you I'd take you somewhere special. And today is the day so wear something nice.”

It doesn't matter how many questions you make, Billy won't say a thing.

You choose to put on a light blue dress, since he told you to dress up nice, despite not knowing where he's taking you. You were thinking about a restaurant, the mall, one of the cute snack bars, but when we start driving out of town, you don't really know what to expect.

“I'm gonna need you to close your eyes from now on.”

“Why?”

“Just do it. C'mon.”

Giving him an exaggerated eye roll, you do as he says, knowing he'll be checking you. After a couple of minutes, he stops the car, telling you to wait. He then opens the door for you, taking your hand and helping you out. “Can I?”

“No. Wait.” He covers your eyes with both his hands, and you walk carefully. You feel a fresh breeze messing with your hair, the wild smell of the woods filling your nose. “Look now.”

You open your eyes when he removes his hand, and what you see is nothing less than Hawkins, the tiny houses down there, as you stand some feet away from the cliff. A smile immediately spreads through your lips, as you admire your home from afar. “Billy, this is... Amazing.”

“I knew you'd like it.” He hugs you from behind, resting his head on the top of yours. “Since you love this city so much, I thought this would be the right place.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you turn around to look at him. “The right place for what?”

Smirking, Billy searches for something in the pocket on the inside of his jacket. Raising an eyebrow, you step away, crossing your arms. “I will make the right question this time.” He takes a small, dark blue box. Your eyes go wide and your heart starts drumming in your ears, as your mind tries to process what's happening, telling yourself not to think what you're thinking.

“W-what question?” Stuttering, you keep looking into his eyes as he opens the box, pushing the hair away from your face since the wind is making it fly wildly.

Slowly, very slowly, you lower your stare to the box, now open, and you see two rings. “Right here, with the whole town as my witness, I want to know if you would, someday, be my wife.”

“Yes.” This time, you don't fight it. You can just let the word roll out your tongue. “Yes, baby.”

The smile that comes to his lips it's the most beautiful thing in the whole world. Billy takes your hand, putting the ring on your finger and you do the same soon after. “Was it the right question this time?”

“Shut up and kiss me, Hargrove.” Rolling your eyes, you pull him closer, standing on your toes.

“As you wish, princess.”

The kiss tastes like a promise. Like pure and complete bliss. This is where you're supposed to be, Hawkings, a small town, so different from everything you ever experienced. And, despite the moments of terror you've been through, you'd go through every single one of them a hundred times over if it only meant you'd end up here, with Billy's lips on yours, his arms holding you so close. In your own particular heaven.

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