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[daygirl26]

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Pretty Boy

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [4.1k] that nick millar line that's like "stop being mean to me i'll fall in love with you." scoops!steve, record store!reader and some weird drabbles about how steve gets flustered i don't like this i'm sorry

Steve knew he was a goner when he spotted you stacking shelves at the record store. He’d asked Eddie your name and the boy had cackled, slapped him on the shoulder and said, ‘Harrington, she’d eat you alive.’

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” Steve had answered. 

You wore boots with laces that were never fully tied, fishnet tights, bike shorts and too big T-shirts that served as dresses, gold rings on your fingers and ruby red lipstick on Saturdays. 

You looked like trouble, like a whole lot of fun and Steve took Eddie’s warning as a personal challenge. 

The first time he spoke to you, it was on his day off and he shoved some dollar bills at Dustin, Lucas and Max, told them to go to the arcade and stay in the arcade. 

He found you behind the register, perched on a tall stool and flicking through records, cassettes littering the desk and your foot tap, tap, tapping against the wooden legs. Your store was quieter than the rest of the mall, so Steve tried to act casual, thanked everything holy that he wasn’t wearing his scoops uniform and browsed the boxes of music. 

He kept letting his eyes flicker to you, the store dimly lit and smelling like old books and smoke, a stark contrast to the sweet sugar and bright lights of Scoops Ahoy. 

It was nice, Steve noted, cosy, warm, a strange kind of quiet despite the music that played overhead. He didn’t even own a record player, not anymore, not since he’d been gifted a shiny new Walkman for his Christmas after his parents were out of town on his birthday. 

But still, there was something calming about thumbing through the sleeves, some pre owned and fraying at the edges, arranged in their own box that was labelled ‘already loved.’ The handwriting was neat and romantic looking, big swirls and loops in the L’s and Steve wondered if it was yours, if you were sweeter than your big doc martens suggested. 

But then he took his choices to the cash desk and you looked up from the price labels you were sticking to each record, a smile that was like sunshine and sin on your lips. You looked him up and down, one eyebrow raised and now that he was closer, Steve could see a gold hoop in one nostril. 

He swallowed, tried to say something cool, something flirty, something alluring, but his throat was sticky like honey and he was suddenly speechless.  Steve Harrington had lines, he knew how to flirt - sometimes it didn’t work, he could admit that now - but not a single word came from his mouth. 

You were really something. A smirk rather than a smile, jewellery making you glitter, eyes lighting up at the sight of him and Steve felt like he had a neon sign above him, a shiny big arrow saying ‘fresh meat.’

He suddenly knew what Eddie had meant. He was out of his depth. 

“Hey, pretty boy.”

God, scratch that, he was drowning.

Your voice was sweet, lined with a laugh, like you knew something he didn’t and Steve Harrington had never been shy in his life but your words had his cheeks tinted pink and he could feel the same heat at the tips of his ears. 

“Did you find everything you needed?”

He stuttered, stammered, licked his lips and nodded instead. It was that magic kind of flirting, the kind where no one really spoke but the idea was heavy and thick and tension in it made your head spin. And maybe you weren’t as affected as Steve was, but the boy felt a little giddy with it, eyes nervously dancing between yours and your hands, watching the way you bagged up his records. 

He didn’t even know what he’d bought. 

But he took the bag from you with a smile that made him look really soft, hand warm as it brushed your own and he didn’t even wait for his change, he just backed out of the store with a dazed look in his eyes and the sound of your laughter following him. 

—————

The second time Steve saw you, was half way through his lunch break, his hands full of soda cans and wrapped up sandwiches for himself and Robin, ‘cause there were only so many tubs of rocky road he could have instead of real food. 

You were rounding the corner the same time as he was, barely managing to avoid colliding, shoulders bumping and a can of Dr. Pepper falling to the floor and making a break for it. It rolled enough for Steve to deem it a lost cause, telling himself he’d share his drink with Robin instead of trying to juggle it back into his already full arms. 

But then you were catching it, wiggling it at him between a finger and a thumb as you carefully tucked it in the free space under his chin. He gaped, realising who he’d bumped into too late. You were a pretty painting, black lines above your lashes all cat like, lips coloured in a soft rosy shade. The sweater you wore was too big, bike shorts barely peeking out from the hem and you made music as you moved, necklaces catching against each other. 

You were lovely. But your smile was dangerous. 

“Thanks, uh, thank you- for that,” Steve managed, trying to gesture to the soda but almost losing two sandwiches and a bag of chips in the process. “Shit.”  

“S’alright,” you told him softly and Steve had almost forgotten what your voice had sounded like, because after the first visit to the record store, he’d been too embarrassed to return. 

He’d kept watch from behind the ice cream freezer, sighing over you as he refilled mint chocolate chip and scattered more sprinkles on floor than he did atop of cones. Robin thought it was disgusting. 

“Lunch time?” You asked and it was obvious, the way you were making conversation, seemingly actually wanting to talk to him but Steve couldn’t wrap his head around why. 

He nodded, too fast, hair flopping into his eyes and he had no free hands to smooth it back. Was he red again? He felt warm. You were smiling, eyes on his, scanning his face, taking in each of his features without any shame, bold in each of your actions. 

Fuck. You were really pretty. 

“Uh yeah, yeah,” Steve managed, “for me and uh,” he looked back, saw Robin leaning over the cash register with a grin on her lips as she watched on, more than amused. “And uh…”

“Your girlfriend?” You prompted. You sounded intrigued, voice still soft. “The pretty one in the hat?”

“Oh no, god no,” Steve replied and you grinned at how quick he spoke. He shook his head, fumbled another sandwich was still gazing at you from behind his messy hair. “I mean, fuck, she’s pretty and yeah, she’s wearing a hat but— no, not my girlfriend.”

“Oh,” you were smiling, arms crossed as you tried not to full on grin at the way the boy was floundering, trying his best to assure you that his co-worker was definitely not his girlfriend. 

“I mean, we’re friends,” he was telling you, “best friends but like, super platonic. So platonic. I’m single.” Steve swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “So single.”

You didn’t miss the little ‘fuck,’  he whispered into the lunch he was still clutching to his chest and his cheeks went from rosy to ruby, a flush across the high points of his face that you would adorable. 

You didn’t say anything, not yet, but you leaned a little closer and pushed yourself onto your toes so you could sweep a hand through the front of his hair, pushing back the locks that had fallen into his face. 

Steve wondered if he had stopped breathing. 

“That’s better,” you hummed and you couldn’t help but huff out a laugh at his stricken expression. He looked panicked in the best way. 

Steve nodded and you took it as a thanks because his lips were parted and his brown eyes were turning into honey and he looked a little wrecked. It was fun, you realised, watching the way he reacted to you. 

“It’s Steve, right?” You tapped at his name badge, still standing too close for what some people would consider polite but Steve smelled like sugar and mint and the forest, like cedar or pine. 

Steve cleared his throat, tried not to stare at your lips when you said his name and he nodded, “yeah, uh— Steve Harrington.”

Another grin from you, wide and bright and fucking magical, because Steve decided that every time you smiled at him he felt like he was turning inside out. 

“Okay, Single Steve Harrington—” he cut you off with a groan and it was suddenly your new favourite sound. “—I need to get back to work, enjoy your lunch.”

“Right, yeah, shit,” he winced at the way his voice cracked and Jesus Christ, he thought to himself, what was he? Sixteen again? “Uh, do I get to know your name?” It was a lie. He knew your name. He’d asked Eddie weeks ago. 

And you must’ve been thinking the same because you laughed, reallt fucking cutely, Steve noticed, nose scrunched and eyes bright as you said, “don’t play coy, pretty boy, I know who your friends are.”

You left him standing there, cheeks still flushed, soft hair perfectly rumpled from how you’d pushed it back and you couldn’t help yourself. You turned, a head over your shoulder, lashes lowered as you looked him up and down, doing the least you could to try and hide it. 

“Hey Steve?”

The boy's head snapped round to you, eyes wide as ever. His pretty face was a question mark. 

“Nice shorts.”

—————

The third time, Steve was almost confident enough to say you sought him out. 

Because it was a slow Tuesday and the summer outside had reached its peak, the sun warming the mall through the glass roof like a greenhouse, the air stifling and hazy. It was too warm for even ice cream, most of Hawkins had seemed to decide, and even the kids had passed up on free samples in favour of spending a day at the pool. 

But there you were, record store lanyard missing from your neck which told Steve it was definitely your day off. And besides, if he happened to have remembered your shifts, well, that was just a coincidence. 

You swaned into Scoops with your usual confidence, a glint in your eye and a surprisingly bright sundress on your frame. You were still glittering with jewellery, chains and trinkets on your neck, delicate rings on each finger, tiny gold daisies hanging from your ears. Your dress was a startling red, cherry coloured and all the bare skin on show meant that Steve could see fine black lines of ink peeking out from beneath the cotton. 

He smiled at the way you still wore your boots, laces undone and rolled socks peeking out the top. You had spent some time talking between shifts now, “accidentally” bumping into each other when the mall was still closed, early morning starts spent standing in line together for a coffee as Steve tried his damn hardest to remember how to speak in your presence. 

It got a little easier and Steve could hold a conversation without his voice cracking, but every now and then he’d spot you already gazing at him and you had a look on your face that could take a man down to his knees. 

And god, did you know how good you looked in that dress? Did you understand what you did to him? Steve thought that maybe you did because you were leaning over the counter on your elbows and invading all of his personal space with the smell of your perfume and cocoa butter body lotion. 

You tapped out a beat with your fingernails, Ruby red to match your dress, hands dancing in gold, rings that Steve knew woild look so fucking pretty wrapped around his—

“Hey, pretty boy.”

The boy dropped his ice cream scoop and from an empty table behind you both, Robin snorted. 

“Hey, hi… hi,” he settled on, ducking behind the counter to retrieve his scoop and he tried not to wince at how decidedly unsmooth he was around you. 

He’d panicked to Robin more than enough times about it. How he managed to trip over his words, even his own feet, when he was around you. But, despite his friends usual teasing and unsupportive behaviour when it came to his dating like, she’d surprised him with:

“Well shit, Steve, she keeps coming back, doesn’t she?”

“Hi,” you repeated, grinning. “How’s it going?”

Steve smiled back, wider than he’d have liked, too happy, too pleased that you were here on your day off, in his store, standing talking to him whilst you looked like that. 

The hem of your dress swung at your thighs as you tapped your foot to music only you could hear and you were looking up at him with the most wicked expression. Steve had realised you seemed to save those looks for only him, the rest of your time spent in the record store ignoring the boys who tried to chat you up with cheap lines and shit chat. 

Steve sighed and looked around the empty store. “It’s going,” he replied. “What’re you doing here? Aren’t you… off today?”

“Keeping tabs?” You grinned and Steve flushed. 

It was your favourite thing. 

“What? No, no I—” if Steve could get away with volleying a ball of raspberry ripple at Robin right then, he could’ve. She was hiding her face in the pile of delivery notes but he could hear her laughter. “I just— yeah, shit, maybe I am.”

His admission made you preen, straightening up to catch the ends of that stupid, little sailor scarf between your fingers. You lifted one brow, looked at the boy through your lashes and wondered if you listened carefully enough, would you be able to hear the thumpthumpthump of his heart. 

Steve was almost certain you would. 

“That’s cute,” you mused, sighing dramatically, wistful almost, as you tugged at the scarf. Steve jolted closer, lips parted, eyes hooded as he tried his best to keep his gaze on yours. But your lips were right there. And so were your tits. “It’s a real shame you don’t use that knowledge to work out when to take me out on a date.”

Even Robin stilled. 

“A date?” Steve asked and you were so close, closer than you’d ever been ‘cause he could tell your lipgloss was cherry flavoured, he could smell the artificial sweetness, could count the freckles on your nose. 

You nodded, smiled, let your eyes flicker down to where he was licking at his lips and you felt the way he sighed. He had a knuckle white grip on his side of the counter, arms flexed as he leaned in, letting you hold him as close to you as you dared. 

“Y’know… dinner, maybe a movie, a hot little fumble in the backseat of your car before you kiss me goodnight and go home to take a cold shower?” 

“Christ,” Steve breathed and you watched the way he flushed, eyes drooping prettily as he seemingly thought out your scenario. “Yeah— yeah, I can do that, fuck, we can do that.”

The grin that took over your face was more than pretty and Steve was about done for when you finally let go of his sailors scarf, only to reach up and brush back his hair again. He let you, eyes full of sticky fondness,  a little awe as your fingertips brushed across the top of his forehead. 

“Great,” you told him, backing away, boots scuffing across the parlour tiles. “You can pick me up at eight on Saturday.”

—————

Steve had never been so nervous on a date. 

The good kind, an excitement he’d almost forgotten about and he revelled in the way his stomach tumbled, cheeks flush and lips bitten as he waited for you to appear from your front door. 

You’d smiled at his shyness, ducked your head in a similar fashion when he told you how pretty you looked and then it was a night of feet touching under the diner table, stealing the crispy fries from his plate and Steve pretending that he cared. 

He eventually calmed down enough to talk about everything and anything with you, his job, education, his parents, his friends. And when he’d finished making you laugh like it was his new hobby, you both realised too late that you’d missed the movie. 

But you didn’t seem to care, happy to walk shoulder for shoulder with the boy through the emptying mall, watching him with a smile as he worked up enough courage to hold your hand. 

You let him, hands tangling, a finger gently prodding his pink cheek and he swatted at you with a smile, a fond roll of his eyes and then that was it. 

You didn’t leave his side after that. 

The windows of his car were rolled down as he parked up near the water tower, wheat fields and the forest hiding you both from the rest of the down. The summer air smelled sweet, like leftover barbecue smoke and wet grass and Steve had the radio on low as you teased him about his music taste, the way he’d bitten his bottom lip raw from being so close to you. 

He could take it better now, your little mean streak, the one that liked to push his buttons and turn him pink. He still flushed when you called him pretty boy, heard his breath hitch when you stretched your bare legs over his, back pressed to the passenger door as you let the wind pick at your hair. 

But he got a little braver and let his hands smooth over your shins, eyes flickering from yours to the way your sundress was played messily across the tops of your thighs. Steve was a gentleman about it though, listened when you spoke, asked you questions and got to know you, making those eyes at you, even if he didn’t realise. 

“Did you come in that day just to buy those records?” 

Steve snorted, let his cheek turn and press against the headrest so he could look at you with those big brown eyes, wild hair that you ached to brush away. 

“I don’t even have a record player anymore.”

Your laugh was a whole other type of song and it warmed Steve more than the summer night did. 

“You don’t?” You grinned, nudging a foot into his thigh. “Steve Harrington, you’re a damn fool.”

“If you keep bein’ mean to me,” Steve grinned, voice full of tease and sticky sweet affection, “m’gonna fall in love with you, you know?”

And he did. 

—————

You didn’t grudge Robin for the way she rolled her eyes at you upon seeing you walk into Scoops. You couldn’t. She knew, she knew that you knew. So you just smiled.

“Is Steve….?”

“In the back,” she groaned good naturedly. “You’re lucky we’re dead.”

You grinned, blew the girl a kiss and slipped through the staff only door. The door to the walk-in freezer hummed and music came from the break room, quiet and crackling with static from the old radio. You found the boy at the table, feet kicked up on a stool as he played with his empty bottle of soda. 

Steve lit up when he saw you, an unexpected visit as you were on a late shift at your own store, the chances of you both getting lunch at the same time slim. But you’d bartered with your boss, promising that all of the new stock that had been delivered would get done before close. He’d rolled his eyes and grudgingly agreed, muttering about your new boyfriend and how he was affecting your work ethic. 

You hadn’t used that word yet. ‘Boyfriend.’ And neither had Steve, but that was okay. You were enjoying that inbetween stage that came with uncertainty and butterflies, second guesses and kicking your feet in your bed at night when he dropped you off, each new kiss feeling like another first. 

And you were still making the boy blush, the prettiest pink across his cheeks, stealing reasons to touch him whenever you could, playing with the ends of his hair as he spoke, pressing a hand to the skin under his shirt when you wanted his attention. 

Which was a waste of time, if you asked Steve - you always had his attention, whether your hands were on him or not. Not that he ever complained.

In fact, he looked downright ecstatic when you dropped yourself in his lap, pleated skirt hitching up your thighs as you grinned down at him, pink cheeks, messy hair and sailor boy uniform to boot.

“Hey, pretty boy.”

“Hello to you too, trouble,” he’d gotten better at that part, talking to you without falling over his own words, more flirt and confidence in his voice than the first time you’d met. “I didn’t think I was gonna see you until after work.”

“Sold my soul for you,” you pouted, lifting his little hat and placing it atop your own head. “Promised that a full delivery would be finished before close.”

Steve tried to pout back, but he couldn’t help but smile at how you bargained just to be able to come see him. The sailor hat was perched adorably on top of your head, a little squint and with a cherry ice cream stain on the side. His hands palmed at your hips, squeezing gently and you lifted a brow to gaze down at him questioningly. 

“Robin already isn’t happy I’m back here distracting you,” you smiled, “don’t start something you can’t finish - or win.”

“Win?” Steve scoffed, “sweetheart give me a little cred-”

The boy’s words died in his throat as you stood only to swing a leg over his lap, straddling his thighs with your own, fishnet tights stretched over your skin. You brought your hand to his chin, caught it between finger and thumb and smoothed the pad of it over his bottom lip. You tugged a little meanly, let it fall back with a cute ‘pop’ and grinned at how he was already flushed for you, eyes a little glassy and unfocused, cheeks turning pink.

“You’re too easy, Steve,” you whispered, stretching your arms over his shoulders, fingers tugging through the messy curls at the nape of his neck. You leaned in as if to kiss him, turned before he could catch you and pressed your nose to his cheek instead, letting him feel your smile against his jaw before you mouthed at it.

“You smell so good,” you sighed, voice hitched a little higher than normal, a little breathier. “Could just eat you up.”

“You’re a demon,” Steve huffed, canting his hips up into yours, hands squeezing more tightly at your waist but he did nothing to stop you from tugging at his hair. He let his head fall back, exposing his throat to you and your mouth. “Baby.”

“Baby. Love when you call me that,” you cooed, planting a line of kisses along the column of his neck, nipping at his ear lobe as you pressed yourself against his chest. “Makes me feel so sweet.”

Steve groaned, barked out a laugh that ended in a hiss because you rocked yourself against him, grinding down and grinning. “Yeah? You’re anything but,” he lied.

“Mean,” you teased, bringing your mouth to hover over the boys, lips just grazing his. “You don’t think I’m sweet? That’s not what you said the other night.”

You were pouting, pushing your lips to Steve’s in a barely there kiss before pulling away, running a hand over the front of his hair, pushing it back so you could see the way his eyes glazed over at your words. He knew what you were referencing, of course he did. How could he forget?

“I distinctly remember you telling me that you thought I tasted real sweet in the back of your car,” you grinned, wicked, cupped the boy’s face and smoothed your thumbs over the high points of his cheekbones. “There is it,” you whispered.

A blush, pink and warm and rosy, just for you, even after Steve had spent countless times between you legs, lips sucking, mouth too busy to do anything but moan. He was pink even then. But this? Now?

“I think you’re the sweet one.”

[daygirl26]

JESUS CHRIST YOU GUYS NEED TO READ THIS STORY ASAP IT WILL FOREVER CHANGE YOURE LIKE IM ACTUALLY NOT EVEN KIDDING

Whispers of a Ghost

Summary: You were Billy Hargrove’s twin sister.

After recently being released from jail for a crime you didn’t commit, your family moves to Hawkins wanting a fresh start.

However, you never imagined that your fresh start would involve monsters and alternate dimensions. But, the most surprising thing of all was finding yourself falling for popular, rich boy, Steve Harrington.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: language, violence

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Chapter 25-

You froze for a split second, staring down the barrel of Jason’s pistol. The weapon trembled in his grasp before you racked the slide of your own handgun and squeezed the trigger.

The bullet hit Jason in the chest and he fell to the ground instantly, his pistol toppling to the floor before you lowered your gun with a sigh of relief.

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[daygirl26]

Guys!!! If you don’t know already please Please read this story it’s absolutely the best thing I’ve ever read and it keeps getting better as someone who deals/dealt with a lot of abuse and trauma this story makes me feel heard and seen and like I’m not alone in the pain and it brings me to a place where i can feel cared for and loved so from the bottom of my heart thank you to this lovely writer for bringing me some of the best stories I’ve ever read and making my world brighter 🥰😌

Whispers of a Ghost

Summary: You were Billy Hargrove’s twin sister.

After recently being released from jail for a crime you didn’t commit, your family moves to Hawkins wanting a fresh start.

However, you never imagined that your fresh start would involve monsters and alternate dimensions. But, the most surprising thing of all was finding yourself falling for popular, rich boy, Steve Harrington.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: language, 

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Chapter 21-

Nancy wasn’t cursed for very long. Thank goodness because Eddie’s music in his trailer definitely would not have worked for her, that was for sure.

The group of you were now safely out the Upside Down and huddled inside your trailer across the road while Nancy explained everything.

You sat on the couch between Steve and Eddie, Nancy sitting in the single seat opposite you while she spoke, telling you how Vecna was actually Victor Creels son, Henry. Who also happened to be like El, but he was 001.

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[daygirl26]

Steve reminds me of a mirror.  Something that seems so simple at first glance, something that everyone is familiar with, but that runs much deeper than it appears—  both a necessity and an accessory. They possess the power to bring joy or sadness, reflecting back only what is given to them in the first place. Everyone who looks at them sees something different. Their opinions always vary, and no two glances are ever the same. Some like what they see, and some do not. Some pay no mind, either way, but the only way to really get an understanding of what’s looking back at you is to look beyond the mirror’s image and go deeper. To take the time to analyze and pick apart. To try to understand what you see isn’t what’s truly there. 

And if you’re lucky enough to see the light catch them just right, you can find a beautiful rainbow of soft reflection. Warm and soothing, peaceful in a way you weren’t expecting. If you’re not as lucky, then you may bear witness to the way a single hit can bring forth irreversible damage, causing the most damning, painful shatter. A danger to only itself unless wielded or prodded.  

It’s both healing and hurting. It’s unwanted and yet desired all the same. It’s the object for a hundred stories— happily ever afters and haunting horrors alike, and yet still, everyone who goes by can’t help but stop and take a glance for better or worse.

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10 Things I Hate About You

Summary: Jason Carver cannot date Chrissy until her anti-social sister, Y/N, has a boyfriend. So, Jason pays Eddie Munson to charm her.

Or

Basically an Eddie Munson fic based on the movie 10 Things I Hate About You that nobody asked for.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: child abuse, alcohol, language

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Chapter 4-

“Y/N?” Eddie said, knocking on the bathroom door again when you didn’t answer. “Are you okay?”

“Go away.” You responded, hating how weak your voice sounded.

“Can you let me in?”

“I said, go away!” You shouted, your voice breaking as you wiped the tears from your eyes with shaky hands.

There was a pause on the other side of the door before the door handle suddenly started to turn and you quickly realised that you never locked the door. Shit.

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If you guys like whispers of a ghost you’re gonna love this they write so amazingly and I’m so in love with their stories please check them out ASAP !!!

10 Things I Hate About You

Summary: Jason Carver cannot date Chrissy until her anti-social sister, Y/N, has a boyfriend. So, Jason pays Eddie Munson to charm her.

Or

Basically an Eddie Munson fic based on the movie 10 Things I Hate About You that nobody asked for.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: child abuse, violence, language, drugs, slight reference to eating disorders

A/N - I’d like to acknowledge that @spideyanakin​ is writing a similar fic here and neither of us knew the other was writing it… luckily our writing styles are vastly different, so now you guys get double the amount of Eddie x y/n based on 10 Things I Hate About You!

Chapter 1-

Hawkins, Indi-fucking-ana. The town you wished you were living in as a little girl, now the town that you despised more than anything.

After your parents nasty divorce ten years ago, they split child custody and you were forced to move to California with your father while your twin sister, Chrissy, got to stay with mum in Hawkins.

However, now that your father was out of the picture, you returned home to Hawkins hoping for a better life.

Except, Hawkins wasn’t the loving home that you remembered. You were stuck living with a mother who didn’t want you around and a sister who hated you for reasons you couldn’t understand.

You wished you never came back. You wished a lot of a actually.

“I have already enrolled you at Hawkins High.” Your mother said, breaking the silence at the dinner table.

“What? I don’t want to go back to school. I only had half a semester left anyway.” You responded between mouthfuls of food.

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[daygirl26]

Jesus Christ I knew this was gonna happen cuz of season 4 but when it happened again it still hit me book keeps getting better and better plz read 

Whispers of a Ghost

Summary: You were Billy Hargrove’s twin sister.

After recently being released from jail for a crime you didn’t commit, your family moves to Hawkins wanting a fresh start.

However, you never imagined that your fresh start would involve monsters and alternate dimensions. But, the most surprising thing of all was finding yourself falling for popular, rich boy, Steve Harrington.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,8k

Warnings: language, suicidal thoughts

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Chapter 17-

The next thing you knew, your eyes were snapping open. Cold sweat trickled down your forehead, your entire body still trembling as you frantically looked around.

This wasn’t the Starcourt mall.

“What’s going on?” A tired voice asked from beside you before a hand grabbed your shoulder.

You jumped to your feet at the contact and spun around to find a very startled looking Steve sitting on the couch after you very clearly just woke him.

The Wheelers basement.

You weren’t in the mall anymore. You were in the Wheelers basement.

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[daygirl26]

AH 2 CHAPITRES BACK TO BACK LUCKY US!!!!

Whispers of a Ghost

Summary: You were Billy Hargrove’s twin sister.

After recently being released from jail for a crime you didn’t commit, your family moves to Hawkins wanting a fresh start.

However, you never imagined that your fresh start would involve monsters and alternate dimensions. But, the most surprising thing of all was finding yourself falling for popular, rich boy, Steve Harrington.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: language, 

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Chapter 16-

After getting pretty much zero sleep that night, you and Max climbed back into the Camaro the following morning and drove back out to Lovers Lake.

Steve’s Beemer wasn’t parked out the front yet, so the two of you just went straight to the shed. Eddie was sitting in the small boat in the middle of the room with a blanket draped over his lap.

“You sleep in the boat?” You asked, walking through the door.

Eddie practically jumped out of his skin at your voice. He spun around to see you and Max walking into the shed before he sighed with relief.

“Jesus Christ, don’t scare me like that.” He said, resting his hand over his chest. “I didn’t hear you pull up.”

“I’m literally driving the Camaro, it doesn’t exactly have a silent engine.” You pointed out causing Eddie to roll his eyes. “Just be glad I didn’t have my gun out this time.”

“Yeah, about that, what the fuck? Since when did you have a gun?”

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[daygirl26]

Read it now or I’ll send you to the upside down I’m besties with venca so I can do it

Whispers of a Ghost

Summary: You were Billy Hargrove’s twin sister.

After recently being released from jail for a crime you didn’t commit, your family moves to Hawkins wanting a fresh start.

However, you never imagined that your fresh start would involve monsters and alternate dimensions. But, the most surprising thing of all was finding yourself falling for popular, rich boy, Steve Harrington.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: language, mentions of past child abuse, violence

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Chapter 15-

Over the course of the next few months, you and Steve had gotten closer. You still found yourself withdrawing from him occasionally, but Steve, the patient and caring man that he was, always pulled you back in.

Neil had packed his shit and left a week after your trip to the hospital. He used the excuse of not being able to look at you without thinking of Billy and how heartbroken he was.

It was utter bullshit though.

Neil never cared about Billy. He didn’t care about Billy when he was still alive and he sure as hell didn’t care about him now either. He was just using it as an excuse to leave. Not that you were complaining about him leaving.

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[daygirl26]

GUYS IF YOU HAVENT READ THIS BEFORE READ THIS Story NOW!!! or else live forever in the upsides down 🕊✌🏼❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Whispers of a Ghost

Summary: You were Billy Hargrove’s twin sister.

After recently being released from jail for a crime you didn’t commit, your family moves to Hawkins wanting a fresh start.

However, you never imagined that your fresh start would involve monsters and alternate dimensions. But, the most surprising thing of all was finding yourself falling for popular, rich boy, Steve Harrington.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: child abuse

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Chapter 14-

You hadn’t had a chance to look in a mirror, not that you really wanted to, but by the look on Eddie’s face, you knew it was bad.

“I’m fine.” You mumbled, despite knowing your breathing was too rapid and that you were in fact, not fine. “I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“You’re not. Not even close, fuck!” Eddie shouted, clearly starting to panic. “This was your dad, right? I saw him high tail it out the park earlier. Jesus Christ, sit down, you look like you’re about to pass out.”

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[daygirl26]

Every time I think “it can’t get any better” it gets so much better I’m legit in love with this story ahhhhh

Whispers of a Ghost

Summary: You were Billy Hargrove’s twin sister.

After recently being released from jail for a crime you didn’t commit, your family moves to Hawkins wanting a fresh start.

However, you never imagined that your fresh start would involve monsters and alternate dimensions. But, the most surprising thing of all was finding yourself falling for popular, rich boy, Steve Harrington.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: language, child abuse, survivors guilt and not exactly suicidal thoughts, but hints towards wanting to die 

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Chapter 12-

Time started to blur together. Days turning into weeks, turning in months after the Starcourt Mall incident.

The people of Hawkins were told it was fire and that the Chief of Police had died trying to save others. They all remembered the Chief as a hero But, Billy… after his funeral, everyone started to forget about him, everyone started to move on.

Your father and Susan had started to drink heavily. Susan was a sad drunk and cried most nights, but your father was an angry drunk, although that wasn’t a surprise to anyone. Neil had lost his job in the weeks after Billy’s death, unable to deal with the loss of his only son.

He was acting like he loved, Billy. Acting like he hadn’t been beating him a few days before he died. Acting like he actually missed his son, when he had spent his entire life drilling into Billy how much he hated him and how disappointed he was with him.

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[daygirl26]

As I’ve said before and I’ll say it again this series is a fucking gift thank you for blessing us all with your talents and please come up with chapters sooner because I don’t know how much longer I can wait  especially with that cliffhanger!!!!

Whispers of a Ghost

Summary: You were Billy Hargrove’s twin sister.

After recently being released from jail for a crime you didn’t commit, your family moves to Hawkins wanting a fresh start.

However, you never imagined that your fresh start would involve monsters and alternate dimensions. But, the most surprising thing of all was finding yourself falling for popular, rich boy, Steve Harrington.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: language, violence, blood

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Chapter 11-

Billy was flayed.

You still weren’t even sure what that actually meant, but he was flayed. Billy was under the control of this Mind Flayer thing from the Upside Down. That’s what Max had just said.

Your twin brother was being used like a puppet for this monster and there’s not a single thing you can do to stop it.

“The Mind Flayer, it built this monster in Hawkins, to stop El, to kill her and pave a way into our world.” Mike continued to explain, but you had stopped listening a long time ago.

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[daygirl26]

^my inner thoughts ^

Me: *silently writing fics*

Angel on my shoulder: Y'know, they don't always have to fuc-

Devil on my shoulder: You underestimate how much of a whore I am.

[daygirl26]

This is the hottest thing ever! Legit love this story sm

There’s Two Chubbies In This Story (And One is Eddie’s D-)

Summary: Firstly, I couldn’t come up with a good name for this fic. Secondly, as a chubby person, this fic is not intended to offend or upset anyone. I just wanted to write a Eddie Munson x Plus Size Fem! Reader story.

Characters/Pairings: Said above

Warnings: Shameless smut, face-riding, oral sex, round two, reader is insecure about her size. Oh, and drug use, but just weed.

Word Count: 4.1k+

“It’s two in the fucking morning, what the hell do you- oh, it’s you.” Eddie flings open the door to his trailer. “What’s up?”

You breeze past him. “I need to be high, like right now.”

“Shit, okay. Lemme roll us one.” He chuckles. “You came all the way here at two a.m. for a joint?”

“I came all the way here because Jason is an asshole and I need to get high to calm down. I’m out of bud at my place.”

Eddie touches your shoulder. “Hey, what happened?”

You turn to look at him and his eyes widen when he sees your tear-stained face. “Y/N, what did that fucker do? Did he hurt you?”

You sigh. “Yes, but not in the way you’re thinking. I really don’t want to go into details.”

“You better, cause I’m thinking the absolute worst right now. Do I need to kick his ass? Kill him?” He wipes a tear away from your cheek with his thumb.

“Eddie, it’s fine. Let’s smoke, please.”

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[daygirl26]

This series is legit my most favourite thing ever u guys got to read it asap!!!!

Whispers of a Ghost

Summary: You were Billy Hargrove’s twin sister.

After recently being released from jail for a crime you didn’t commit, your family moves to Hawkins wanting a fresh start.

However, you never imagined that your fresh start would involve monsters and alternate dimensions. But, the most surprising thing of all was finding yourself falling for popular, rich boy, Steve Harrington.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: language, gun violence, blood

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Chapter 10-

Steve and Robin still seemed to be okay, despite whatever was in those needles.

You scanned the room, trying to find something to use to cut your restraints before you spotted a pair of scissors on the table across the room. Bingo.

It took a lot of effort to crawl across the floor to that table. Your ribs were screaming at you to stop, but you kept going and grabbed the metal scissors off the table and frantically started cutting away at the rope around your ankles.

“You guys still with me?” You asked, glancing over at the two of them.

“I-I feel fine.” Steve answered before he started to chuckle. “I kinda feel good.”

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[daygirl26]

WHY DID YOU NEED TO MAKE ME MORE SAD WHYYYYYYYYY

NO BECAUSE THIS BROKE ME EVEN MORE..SO HERE

[daygirl26]

Yk what I just realized at first I was kind of upset because I thought that Eddie’s death was like unreasonable and there was no reason for him to die but now that I think about it if Eddie climbed the rope and went to the other side the bats would’ve followed him through the portal and it would’ve ended up killing probably Dustin and him in the process and the bats probably would’ve escaped into the real world and started killing people in the real world so Eddie’s instinct to led the bats away was to save Dustin and also his uncle and potentially the other people that could’ve gotten killed so he’s really a hero in the end 😓

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