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dilemmaontwolegs · 8 months

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Hey! Love the temptation danny story so much! Can i have a follow up request where reader has to go home for vacation due to a family reunion while danny is off somewhere for testing and she tells danny that its ok that she goes alone since he is busy but he keeps insisting that they should go together but reader has already booked a flight and the next following days while the family reunion is going on danny just arrives and everyone gets so starstruck by him and he is so possessive of her while the reunion is going on, LOVE THE FICS BTW YOU ARE AN AWESOME WRITER

The Taste of Temptation || DR3 {6}

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, smut, fluff (two part request) WC: 3.4K F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven Snapshots: One || Two || Three || Four || Five

Wednesday “Honestly, it’s fine,” you reassured him for the seemingly hundredth time.

Daniel’s suitcase was at the door beside yours except the planes you were leaving from in Nice were going in two very different directions.

“It’s not fine,” he muttered as he checked his Passport was in his back pocket before pulling you into his arms. “I was looking forward to seeing your family again. They’re going to be mine soon too.”

You smiled at the reminder and brushed your thumb over the engagement ring. “You’ll see them at Christmas.”

“Not everyone,” he pointed out. The Christmas get together was going to have both of your immediate family members, with his flying out from Australia. “I want to talk to your cousins.”

“What? Why?” You pulled back to see the mischievous look in his eyes and the smile that promised he was up to something.

“Cousins always tell the truth,” he chuckled. “And I want to know what you were really like as a kid.”

“I was a little angel.”

His hands roamed over your body to settle on your ass and he pulled you flush against him as he teased, “What happened?”

You giggled as you rose on your tiptoes and grazed your nose along his throat before resting your lips on his jaw as you teased him right back, “I fell for a man with a wicked tongue.”

You could see the darkening in his eyes and his lips parted with a filthy suggestion on the tip of his tongue but the blaring of an alarm from his jeans drew a groan out instead. “I’m going to have blue balls for the flight now.”

“You should probably take care of that.”

“It’s a 30 minute drive to the airport, Kitten, you could take care of it along the way.”

It was a strange feeling returning to the town you had grown up in. The streets remained the same, trees lining the curb and kids playing in the front yards, but the faces were all unrecognisable. Like you, most of the people you knew had fled as soon as they finished high school, searching for something bigger than what this place could offer.

Nearly every parking space on the street was taken by your extended family but your dad had saved one for you near the house with the recycling bin. It was a good thing too because Daniel had kind of spoiled you as he walked you to your boarding gate. He hadn’t been able to resist dragging you into the duty free shops in the terminal and now the extra baggage was missing the pair of hands that carried it for you. You had told him it was too much but he just kissed you until you forgot about arguing. It wasn’t fair, you could never win an argument when he cheated like that.

You got the feeling everyone had been waiting for you because the moment your car door closed they all filed out of the house to come and help with your luggage.

“There’s the city-slicker, welcome home,” Vanessa greeted with a kiss on your cheek before pouting as she saw the empty front seat. “Damn, thought you were bringing the sugar daddy with you.”

“Don’t call him that, he’s not my sugar daddy,” you warned with a roll of your eyes but your cousin clearly wasn’t paying attention. “Daniel is with the Red Bull guys in Japan for some big event. He wishes he could come but they called in everyone: Scotty, Liam, Mad Mike, they all had to be there too. ”

Your dad took the suitcase from your hand and nodded understandingly. “That’s a shame, but at least my little girl has finally come home.”

Your bedroom hadn’t changed all that much since you left to go to university and you could see the pin pricks and faded lines in the wallpaper outlining where your posters used to be.

“Ohh, this is gorgeous,” Nessa grinned as she helped herself to the garment bags, the tags still on the designer clothes Daniel had bought you. “So am I going to meet this not-your-sugar-daddy before the wedding?”

“You could come to Christmas if you want, and go ahead, try it on,” you sighed before flinching at the squeak she made before abandoning her clothes like you were still kids and stepping into the first dress. “Nice to see you haven’t outgrown stealing my clothes.”

“There’s a reason we are the same size, it's fate. Karma herself said, Nessa, you deserve to wear nice things too,” she joked as she turned around. “Do me up?”

“You are so full of shit,” you laughed as you zipped her up. “Am I going to get that back?”

“Do you have a sugar daddy?”

“No.”

“Well there's your answer.”

Friday “Hey Kitten,” Daniel greeted with a bright smile when the video call connected. “How’s it going?”

You leaned the phone against your mirror so you could continue to apply your makeup and held up two shades of lipstick. “Just getting ready to go out with Nessa. How’s the event? I haven’t seen many pictures.”

“Left hand, and you won’t - they are keeping everything under wraps until they have finished filming. Think the Melbourne GP promo vid, but bigger…”

You opened the lipstick he chose, the one you knew he would since he always complimented the shade on you - and when it transferred to his skin too. He fell silent as he watched you lean closer into the mirror, leaving the swell of your breasts filling his screen.

“Kitten…I wish I was there,” he sighed when you pulled back and blew him a kiss to show the colour off.

“I wish you were here too,” you admitted, taking the phone with you as you sat on the bed and hugged your pillow. “Two days down, four to go.”

“You’re still counting in days? I’m counting in hours, fuck it, minutes.” He sent you a screenshot and you saw the countdown timer on his homescreen, the hours and minutes slowly ticking away until you were reunited. “Where are you and Nessa going? Is Carter going too?”

You shook your head at the question. Vanessa’s brother was far too busy with his new girlfriend to want to go to the local bar. “He’s too cool to hang out with us at the Old Oak Inn.”

Daniel sat up a little straighter and didn’t appear too pleased at the news. “Is anyone going with you?”

“Ness.”

“You know what I mean,” he huffed, “who is going to look out for you two?”

“Everyone knows everyone here, baby, we’ll be fine.” You gave him a smile as your chest warmed with the same gooey feeling you got every time he worried about you. “I love you, my protective he-man.”

“I love you too, Kitten,” his face softened until he heard Max calling his name outside his hotel door. “Send me lots of pictures, baby, I wanna see my gorgeous girl having fun.”

Nessa burst into the room as you ended the call and ripped the pillow away from your arms. “Get up, bitch, the taxi is here.”

The bar had changed a lot since you last went, the atmosphere more akin to a club than a pub, and you narrowed your eyes at Nessa who just grinned back. “You said it was a chill night out.”

“I lied,” she said with a shrug. “We can go back if you’d rather get in a fight over monopoly?”

You cringed at the thought so she dragged you through the busy room and straight to the bar.

“Holy shit, we have royalty in the house,” an old school friend greeted as he tended to the bar. “Did Monaco get too busy?”

“Not quite, Mark, I’m just back for a family reunion.” He placed your old favourite drink down without having to ask and you quirked an eyebrow at it.

“I have a good memory, but it might taste better than it did in the old plastic cups we drank out of,” he laughed before pouring a bourbon for Nessa. “Milady.”

He wandered off to serve someone else and you turned to Nessa. “You and Mark?”

“A few times, you know, just a bit of fun,” she said as she winked at him when he glanced back. “Oh, head down, Andrew’s here.”

You ducked into her arms and kept your head down until she said you were safe and sighed with relief. “Jesus, everyone really does come here. Is there any other bar around?”

“If you want to catch an STD off the bar top, sure. Plus, your high school sweetheart will probably find his way to Ruby’s later anyway.”

“We dated for like four months, I wouldn’t call him my highschool sweetheart,” you scoffed.

Nessa’s brow lifted. “Need I remind you he took your V Card? Your first always has a teeny tiny place in your heart.”

“Not mine, and Danny took my A Card so that trumps it.”

“A Card…?” she trailed off before her eyes widened in realisation. “Ew gross. Did it hurt?”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

“Whatever, we both know how you get after a few drinks.” She grabbed your phone and held it up as she raised her glass and you clinked them together before tipping them back. “Perfect. And done.”

You barely caught your phone as she carelessly tossed it back and you saw she hadn’t sent it to Danny but uploaded it to Instagram. “Fucksake, Nessa, you left the location on.”

You had learned quite quickly that most of the people that followed you only used it to see updates Daniel might not have posted himself, including using the locations of your posts thinking Daniel would be with you. It had led to a few scary situations before you learned to keep your location off or at least generalised - but she had tagged the Old Oak Inn.

Taking another photo with a pout, you posted it with the caption, ‘half of my soul is half a world away, miss you danielricciardo’ and hoped it would stop some people within driving distance from making the pointless journey hoping to see Danny.

You opened the photo again and zoomed in to see Andrew in the background, his eyes clearly looking at your ass when the camera snapped.

“What made you happy all of a sudden?” Nessa asked as she returned with fresh drinks.

“Danny’s on his way,” you giggled nervously as you clutched your phone to your chest.

“I thought he couldn’t come.”

“He couldn’t, and he shouldn’t, but I don’t think there’s anyone with the balls to stop him. He can be a little stubborn sometimes.” It was a severe understatement and if he wasn’t such a good driver you were certain he would have been fired for some of the escapades he found himself in because he got a little overprotective and possessive when he was away from you. “Christian Horner offered me a job just so I could be wherever Daniel was and keep him in line, but I think it was a joke.”

“You need to accept it, joke or not, your man is whipped for you.”

You took a sip of your drink before you spilled the truth about who really did the whipping and pondered the idea you had initially laughed off. You could still work a similar role with Red Bull, so maybe it shouldn’t have been brushed off so quickly. For tonight, you would focus on having fun with Nessa and catching up with old friends.

Saturday You groaned at the dawn light that brightened the room as the curtains were ripped aside and rolled over. “Nessa, piss off.”

“Something bothering you, kitten?”

You probably looked like a zombie coming to life as you threw your blankets back and rushed up to meet Daniel as he climbed onto the bed. The old frame creaked unused to the extra weight on it but you didn’t care if it collapsed, you weren’t letting go of Daniel once he was in your arms.

“You’re actually here,” you murmured against his lips when you finally broke apart to breathe. You had kept looking over your shoulder all night expecting him to appear but when the bar closed and he still hadn’t arrived your hope had simmered down.

His smile was blinding as he brushed your messy hair back and buried his face in your neck with a deep inhale. He was a cat high on catnip the moment his nose brushed your racing pulse and he guided you back into the sheets as he caged you beneath him. “Told you I’d see you soon.”

“My parent’s room is next door,” you whispered as his hips settled between your legs and he teased you when he rolled them against you.

“Then I suggest you find something to bite,” he chuckled, his fingers slipping into your panties and feeling how your body had instantly reacted to his touch, “because I have missed you so much. I just need to feel you around me. right now.”

His lips parted and he sighed at the pretty sight as he dragged your panties down your legs. “There’s my pretty kitty,” he mused as he shuffled down the bed so he could settle between your legs, kissing your thighs softly as he reacquainted himself after three days apart. “Have you missed me?”

“Like crazy.”

“She thinks I’m talking to her,” he whispered and you felt the warmth of his breath on the sensitive spot he was confessing to. You giggled at the silly man and squirmed with the silent plea for him to stop talking and do more, the bed creaking with the movement. Daniel grabbed your hips and held them still so the bed fell silent before shaking his head with an amused smirk. “Impatient little minx.”

Rather than take the taste you knew he wanted, he flipped you onto your knees and pushed your head into the pillow to silence the sounds that spilled forth as he curled two fingers into your cunt. A few flicks of his wrist were the only preparation he gave your body before his shorts were halfway down his thighs and he replaced his fingers with his cock.

Your pillow heated with the heavy moan that filled it and it grew damp as your teeth clamped down on the satin slip. It had only been three days but the burn of the stretch danced the fine line between pleasure and pain until he reached around your hip and found your clit.

“Fuck you’re tight, kitten,” Daniel grunted, his lip almost bleeding as he bit it to keep quiet and pulled back a little so you could acclimate to his size again. “You okay, baby?”

You answered by pushing yourself back, needing him as much as he needed you, and you relished in the full feeling when your ass met his body. His heavy breathing broke the quiet morning and he covered your back, pressing his lips to your spine and following the line to your neck.

“Lay down for me.”

Unwilling to part with you for a moment, he helped you onto your stomach and carefully shifted until his legs were outside of yours and your thighs pressed together. The pillow muffled your moans as the position increased the feeling of fullness and he rode you with long smooth strokes, keeping the bed from creaking.

“Three days was too much, kitten,” he confessed quietly as he kissed your shoulder. “I can’t go a day without you. Want you with me, always.”

Despite the exhaustion of the late night and early wake up, you weren’t able to get back to sleep, even with Daniel there to spoon you. A knock at your door had put an end to that plan and you were reminded that everyone was getting ready to go to the lake for a day out on the water.

Everyone except Vanessa were surprised to see Daniel joining you for breakfast and you got the best pick of the cooked meal while they all fawned over the celebrity.

“Alright, alright, leave him be,” you said as you moved them along and handed him a plate you had filled before sitting on his lap. Seats were in short supply with so many people coming and going that you were happy to share one. “I know he’s a bit weird but try to treat him normally.”

“Morning, Sugar,” Nessa teased quietly as she took the seat beside him.

“Ness…meet Daniel, officially,” you said, since she had seen him on a video call.

“We met this morning, didn’t we, Sugar? Who do you think let him in? We had a great chat about you.”

She was finding it too amusing and Daniel’s shoulder bounced with a laugh as he stuffed bacon into his mouth to avoid commenting. “I thought you were joking.”

“I told you, cousins always tell the truth,” he chuckled before kissing your cheek. “She didn’t tell me anything new though; I already knew you were smart and beautiful.”

“She was just saying that so she could keep the Givenchy dress she stole.”

“Pfft, not true, but I can totally play it up if you want to part with the Jimmy Choos too.” She turned her attention to Daniel who had been thoroughly enjoying the interaction while idly massaging your hip. “Did she tell you that she climbed up a tree to save a cat? The fire department gave her a medal for it. Or this one time she single-handedly stopped a bank robbery.”

“Oh my god,” you snorted at the absurdity.

“Don’t get me started on how she took down an international crime syndicate with a muscle car.”

“Who am I? Vin Diesel? Just shut up.”

“No, no, give me more,” Daniel encouraged. “I thought Lando was imaginative but this is next level.”

You could see the moment her train of thought was lost and a sly smile grew. “Think you could introduce me?”

“To Lando? No way, you would eat him alive.”

“Come on, I introduced you to Drew so you owe me.” You felt Danny’s hand stop the calming circles and wished she had kept her mouth shut as he asked who Drew was. “Andrew, her first boyfriend, well only boyfriend before you, I thought you would have known, my bad.”

Breakfast was fairly quiet after that and you knew Daniel had questions he was just waiting to ask when he got you alone. Fortunately, you could put them off for a few hours as you all set off to the lake, the distraction of you in a bikini enough to placate him in the meantime.

“So this Andrew…” he stated as he pulled you into his arms and waded out deeper into the warm water. “Why haven’t I heard about him?”

“Because it was years ago?”

“Did you love him?”

“I was 17, I didn’t know what love was,” you laughed as you combed your fingers through his hair. “Are you jealous?”

“No,” he scoffed, but it was clearly a lie.

“Baby, you’re the only man I have ever loved, and the only one I will ever love - with one exception.” His eyes narrowed and you giggled as you kissed his cheek. “If we have a kid someday and it’s a boy, then I would love him too.”

The corners of his eyes wrinkled with the smile that split his face. “I suppose I could live with that.”

“Good, so forget about Andrew. You are everything I want and need.”

“So long as I don’t have to cross paths with the bastard that took your innocence.”

There were only two days left before you flew back to Monaco, what were the chances?

Click here for part seven.

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brooooswriting · 1 year

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Hello broko loco it's been a minute.

So this idea just came to mind.

How about a Mafia AU.

Jenna x Mafia leader FR

So how about Jenna getting kidnapped by R's rivals and that's when she actually finds out r is part of the Mafia. Her being taken away, then R finds out before the other bitches make demands because... connections. And she goes on a killing spree just to save her girl.

Then they talk about everything [tragic backstory intestifies (only if you feel like it)] and Jenna ends up falling asleep in R's arms due to being exhausted.

Feel free to delete this if it makes you uncomfortable. Take your time ik you have situation pt 6 on the way that's why I'm insisting on this.

And I hope you have a great day<3

Should have told ya

Jenna Ortega x Mafia leader reader

A/n: I don’t know shit about the mafia and I couldn’t really find anything online that made sense to me😂

There was a part of your life that you didn’t like to talk about and you didn’t want people to know about. Sure that sounds drastic but everybody who knew was in danger too, so you liked to keep to yourself. You actually did in general, until you met a certain actress. You ran into each other when one of your newbies fucked up, you and your crew were in a hurry and one of them ran into her. In General no problem but you didn’t like the fact that he didn’t say sorry, sure you were a mafia boss but that doesn’t mean that you guys can’t be polite. Especially after you saw how pretty the girl was, you let the others walk past you as you hurried back to say that you’re sorry. And somehow a relationship built from that.

You still never told her that you were part of the mafia, let alone that you were the boss. Your mafia was kinda different thou, you didn’t like killing people for nothing and you didn’t like the rivalry between the different mafias, you believe that you did more of a good thing. You still killed people and did some dirty stuff but a lot of them were people who abused kids, rapists or stuff like that. Because let’s be honest, the law system was shit and someone had to do something.

But there were people who had problems with that, especially another mafia group in California. You liked to believe that this was the only useless blood flowing you were the cause off.

“Baby?” You called as you walked into your house, Jenna was waiting for you after a long day of work, you couldn’t wait to see her. “Jen?” You called out again, your voice louder this time, but there was still no answer. You called out again and again, dialing her number walking trough every room, she was nowhere to find, you even started calling her co stars but nobody knew where she was. You couldn’t help but panic as you called in some of your members, hoping that they would help you find her. It only got worse when you found a envelope in front of your house with headphones in it.

After around 20 minutes you sent 12 troops of 3 out to look for her all around the city, you and four others tried to track her. There was no luck in tracking her phone, it was either turned off or destroyed, but you did have luck when you hacked into some cameras of your rivals where you found Jenna sitting in an abandoned building, tears streaming down her face. Your blood boiled with anger, you immediately called everybody to the location, this was gonna be their end.

After around 10 black cars pulled up to the house you entered. They were checking each room, you darting for the living room where you thought she’d be but there was only one person, Tom, second man of your rivals. “Where is she?” You growled at him, having problems keeping your anger at bay. “You really thought we were gonna keep her here? You’ll give us what we want and then maybe, just maybe, you’ll see her again” that was enough for you, you nodded at Mike, your second man, who grabbed Tom to hold him still.

After you’ve punched him around 20 times his face was bloody, his nose and jaw broken but he still wouldn’t talk and it fueled your anger. “You know what, I’m over this and I’m over playing nice. Torture him until he talks and if he doesn’t? Kill him.” Suddenly the guy was panicked, you weren’t known for torture and you seemed so serious that it scared the shit out of him.

Not even 15 minutes after you’ve left you heard him call you causing you to grin. “Now you wanna talk?” You asked as you entered with a smile, “yes, she’s at the warehouse down south” he was heaving, tears streaming down his face while yours held a smile. “Good, keep him here, if she’s not there, kill him” after you hit him one more time you left with 10 more people.

“Alright, this time no talking. Me and Mike are going in and if there’s a problem I’m calling back up alright? Somebody gets in your way? Kill them, nobody takes my girl” everybody was surprised by your behavior, you normally were pretty chill and laid back and you never got close to anyone really. “We are going in”

You kicked in the door, making your presence known as two people already came running towards you. Each of you fought one to the ground, you slicing the throat of yours. It went like that until you had around 10 people down, most of them dead. After you killed the last one you finally saw her, they had stuffed her mouth, tied her to a chair and ripped her shirt to the point where you could see her bra. Their leader, Paul, a complete ass, stood in front of her saying something that made her whimper which made you growl.

You nodded at Mike before running off and tackling their boss to the ground, a surprised sound coming from the girl next to you. While you repeatedly hit the man under you, Mike cut the ropes to free the smaller girl who cowered next to him, the guy she knew as your best friend. “Never. Touch. My. Girl. Again” you stressed each word with a harsh hit to his face before finally standing up to look at Jenna.

“Are you alright baby?” Your voice immediately went soft when you talked to her, your hands reaching for her waist while hers landed on your shoulder. “You’re part of the fucking mafia” she gasped slightly pushing you away from her, “you’re not just a part, you’re the fucking boss” you studied her face as your thumb rubbed circles over her waist. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I thought it was saver when you didn’t know, I’m so sorry baby” you told her but she only shook her head. “Let’s just get out of here” she grumbled and walked away causing you to sigh. “Mike, go with her. She shouldn’t be alone right now” you told him as you knew that she didn’t wanna see you right now.

Mike jogged towards her until he was next to her, “you’re a part of this too huh?” She said looking straight toward. “Yes, but you shouldn’t be too harsh on y/n. She was scared of you getting hurt and when you disappeared today? It was the first time in 19 years that I saw her really scared, she would have blown up the whole damn world to find you” he explained as they walked up to your car. Jenna’s heart sank when she heard that, it did kind of make sense that you didn’t tell her but today really was a shock.

“I’m gonna let somebody drive you home… to your home and there’s gonna be someone stationed in front of your house the whole time” you told her as you opened the door for her as she nodded. “Goodbye Jenna, im sorry” you mumbled again before closing the door. Her heart sank again when you closed the door, the whole thing sounded like a forever goodbye. She hoped that you’d come to her house in a different car, but you didn’t.

She waited a whole hour before calling you. “Jenna? Are you alright?” You quickly rushed out the words as soon as you picked up the phone, “no! You’re gonna get your ass here and we are gonna talk about everything” you sighed, “Jen-“ “Stop it! Get your ass here right now” this time you didn’t protest, you said your goodbye and walked to your car.

When she opened the door for you, your heart sped up. She was wearing one of your hoodies that went to her knees which made her look adorable. “Come in” she said as she pulled you to the couch. “Talk” you chuckled at her bossiness but started nonetheless.

“My parents were shot in a mafia fight when I was 8, I was alone in their restaurant sitting next to their dead bodies when an old man came inside. Just minutes before I saw him trying to protect my parents, he introduced himself as Frank, saying that he knew my parents and that he was very sorry for their death and that he’d like me to come with him. He’d take care of me and he did, he did more than I could have asked for. Years later, I believe I was 14 I learned that he was the reason my family died, he was the reason they were involved in it. But I couldn’t be mad at him, my father decided to join on his own, he was a grown man after all and he tried to do good.” you took a deep breath, talking about your parents was still hard for you. Jenna noticed and slightly curled herself into you, the heat and the familiar feeling that radiated off of her comforted you. “Frank retired 5 years ago, making me the boss as I was like his daughter, I learned everything about it since he took care of me. We always tried to make this a better place which some of the other mafia groups didn’t like, which is what brings us to today. I never told you because I thought I could keep you safe that way, my dad told my mom and she died because of it. You’re my first relationship since I’ve been 15, I was always too afraid of putting them in danger. Until you came, you had this hold on me that I just couldn’t break your heart” you finished as tears welled in your eyes.

“Oh honey” Jenna sat herself on your lap with her arms around your neck pressing your face into her chest as you silently cried. “I get that you didn’t tell me but next time, just be honest so I know what I’d get myself into. I still would be here you know?” She pulled your head up to kiss you, you immediately kissed her back as your arms tightened around her waist to pull her closer. “I love you Jenna” you whispered against her lips, making her smile, “I love you too my little mafia boss” both of you giggled before she settled into your arms in a more comfortable position. You just held her for a moment, happy that she was still with you and that she was fine. “I wanna meet Frank this week” she mumbled sleepily and not even 2 minutes later she was asleep on top of you causing your heart to melt.

You carefully moved until you were laying on the couch with her laying on top of you, you kissed her head before closing your eyes too.

She is going to make a great mafia boss

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helloheyhihowdyheya · 1 year

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We're Shit Out of Luck, Munson

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Masterlist Part Two

Summary: You're excited to take a trip north to Steve's cabin with all your friends. That is, until you're snowed in alone with Eddie.

Word Count: ~10.5k (I'm sorry)

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Improper knowledge of how a fire stove works. Sort of strangers to lovers? One Bed Trope!!!

A/n: This took way longer than I'd like to admit. I just couldn't get it work, but I hope it's good enough now :) Please let me know your thoughts! Love hearing from you all, and thank you for reading <3

The wheels of Nancy’s car churned up snowy roads under drifting clouds and floating snowflakes from above. In the rumbling backseat of her car sat you in the back, your head leaning toward the window. She drove, her bracelets jingling whenever she turned the wheel, while Jonathan sat in the passenger seat.

Some Fleetwood Mac song played through the old speakers, your head bobbing along as your eyes danced along the white landscape leading your way north – away from Hawkins and away from regular day-to-day life for just a few days. The three of you were planning to meet Steve, Robin, and Eddie there for an extended weekend away at a rarely used cabin Steve’s family owned.

A knit hat hugged against your head, a heavy coat weighing along your body as you thought toward spending time with some you knew well – missing the days of standing doubled over again in laughter together every other day – and others you were excited to get to know better.

Like Robin, who Steve had talked endlessly about how great the two of you would get along – though he seemed to especially say it after you teased or annoyed him. Or maybe like Eddie, your face quirking just a little at the thought.

You didn’t have anything against him, though you had only met him once. But it was just that you weren’t someone who would climb on cafeteria tables like he did back in high school or speak the way he did. You weren’t sure just yet whether his unashamed self put you off or impressed you.

Once your body had begun to ache from sitting for so long, you leaned forward, pushing yourself past the supplies containing clothes, food, movie, board games to rest a hand along Nancy’s shoulder. “Hey, we’re almost there, right?” you asked, peering at the map stretched across Jonathan’s lap.

He cleared his throat, stretching his legs before muttering, “Yeah, we should be there soon. It’s at the end of the road after we turn onto Lake Street.”

“Oh, is there a lake? Maybe we’ll do some ice fishing,” you suggested, humor in your voice as you leaned back into your seat.

Nancy let out a soft laugh, raising her eyebrows in a “maybe” sort of gesture and glancing to Jonathan.

He merely put his hands up. “You two feel free, but I think I’ll stick inside with all of my fingers warm and still connected to my body.”

With a smile, you returned to the view outside, watching it slowly change from straight county roads to winding dirt ones with trees growing thicker on each side. Swaying branches dusted off snow with each passing breeze.

Old brakes squeaked as Nancy pulled the car next to the cabin. Just as you thought about where the others were, Nancy muttered, “They’re probably not getting here until dark, if it’s those three trying to leave on time.”

You put down “chronically late” into your mental descriptions of Eddie and Robin, imagining Steve standing next to the car and waiting for them like the mom he often acted as. Spending time with the kids sometimes required a small escape like this, or at least it certainly seemed from Nancy’s urging to get away from Mike.

She huffed while getting out, but you just took it as a chance to get first pick at the cabin rooms. Grabbing your bag and hauling along food, you walked to the door as Jonathan asked, “Are we sure this is the right place?”

Glancing down, you saw a snowy welcome mat that said, “Live, Laugh, Love” – you turned around and shouted a giggly “Oh yeah.” Though all laughing died down as you tried turning the knob to open it… but nothing. Of course.

“Hey Nancy,” you called back to her at the car’s trunk, “Did Steve happen to give you a key to getting into this thing?”

You pressed your coat closer against your chest, trying to shield yourself from the wind, though the noisy breeze did nothing to hide Nancy’s sigh. “No, he didn’t. He said they’d be here in time, so it’d be okay.”

Pursing your lips, you nodded at the solemn information. Your breaths out made swirling white in the air in front of you as your boots creaked down the wooden steps. You searched around for a window that could be propped open and crawled through, but most seemed too high off the ground. The others refused to budge, even with all three of you trying to pull. Either they were locked or frozen shut out here.

A thud sounded out when your head rested against the cabin, slowly coming to terms with the rocky start to the getaway. Instead, you all were left inside the car, intermittently turning the car on to get enough heat going without wasting all of the gas.

“Go fish,” Jonathan told you for what seemed like the hundredth time, making you mutter under your breath.

Your cursing only increased when Nancy asked you, “Got any eights?” You shoved your eight into her hands, ignoring her smug smile and ready to give up on this game. It’d been a couple rounds of her winning every single one.

All of your heads popped up at the same time as rumbling came from behind, eyes catching a large van pulling up on the other side of the front of the cabin. You breathed a sigh of relief at the unmistakable flowing hair of Steve through the passenger seat window after what felt like an hour. “Thank the lord,” you whispered before the three of you clambered out.

Nancy was the first to speak, her nose red like yours. “Steve, if you don’t open this cabin right now, we’re stealing it from you and locking you out.”

You guessed he would’ve had wide eyes and a surprised response, but he looked tired, nodding with a straight mouth. “Yeah, sorry about that,” he said, tossing the keys to her.

The wave and smile Steve your way had you returning them as you went to hug him quick. “You’re so lucky that’s all you’re getting from Nancy. Another half an hour, and you’d be getting much worse threats from me,” you laughed.

As you turned to grab your things and finally find a warm blanket or bed or shower – something – he sighed out, “Hey, don’t blame me. Eddie here woke up late and was supposed to be the one picking us up. But I appreciate your kindness.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s good to see you though.”

“Good to see you too,” you said, patting his shoulder. And you meant it. That contagious smile and corny jokes were well-missed by you.

Making your way inside with your things, you wrapped your arms around yourself and grumbled under your breath things about Eddie that certainly didn’t help in his favor toward impressing you.

Stomping off the snow from your boots and slipping them off, you rushed through toward the rooms. You found three, which it didn’t take much mental math to figure out it’d have to be two people per room. Jonathan and Nancy would take one of them, leaving you with Steve, Robin, or Eddie. In the moment, though, you didn’t care too much as you picked a room at random and muttered your way into the bathroom with fresh clothes for a hot shower.

The steaming water dripped along your body, slowly warming your frigid fingers and toes. A long breath emptied from your lungs toward the smooth shower tiles, sending a warm shiver through your body. You weren’t sure how long had passed before you eventually turned the shower off, the leaky shower head dripping water droplets over and over again as you stepped out and dressed.

You exited the bathroom expecting your bags to be right on the bed where you had set them. You had no reason to expect otherwise, until you were met with the chaotic sight in front of you.

Technically, your things were still where you had set them, but they – along with the rest of the bed, most of the floor, the wooden dresser – were covered in clothes, candy wrappers, toiletries, and… were those mini figurines? You only took one step into the room, making the floor creak below you, before a wild wave of hair popped up from the other side of the bed.

Wide eyes stared into yours, big brown ones that nearly made you forget about the mess. That is until Eddie spoke up. “I uh, lost my Walkman. Tryin’ to find it before I go insane listening to their music.” He motioned his head toward the door with an unamused look on his face.

Listening for a beat, you heard music coming from the living room – which seemed to be “Material Girl” playing. Nodding, you looked around while asking, “Are you sleeping here?”

Eddie still rummaged through his bag as he muttered, “By the time I got in this woodsy cabin, everywhere else had been picked, and Robin was already nearly started the place on fire trying to start the wood stove before Nancy stepped in. So I guess?” He turned to you then. “Are we roomies?”

Between his lateness that caused you to sit in the car and freeze your ass off and having to now dig your things out from his mess, you pressed your mouth tight while thinking of your options. “I’ll be right back,” you told him, flashing a flat smile.

You didn’t give him time to answer before you left, seeking out Steve. You found him in the kitchen unpacking some of the refrigerated food. Walking right next to him, giving him a sweet look, you helped him put away some things.

His sigh filled the quiet space between you two. “What is it?”

“Have I ever told you how good your hair looks, Steve?” you asked.

“Of course. Now, what do you want?”

Groaning, you whispered, “I did not sign up for having Eddie Munson as my ‘snowy getaway’ roommate. Please switch with him. Or with me, I’m sure Robin is better.” You looked at her laughing in the living room while watching Nancy try to teach Jonathan to dance, unsuccessfully.

Steve let out a breathy laugh. “If you find uncontrollable snoring and sleep talking better, then maybe. But I already promised Robin I’d room with her. And you have those freezing fingers that I don’t want to wake up with on my back.”

“I promise I won’t do that, even if you are the greatest furnace I’ve ever known,” you begged.

He looked at you, stopping his unpacking and tilted his head. “What’s wrong with Eddie as your roommate? He’s not all that bad.”

You glanced back to your room to make sure he wasn’t listening. “I’m sure he’s not, but he’s been in there for two minutes and already trashed it. And I’m not exactly the type to share a bed with a stranger.”

“Well you could just talk to him. Or get to know him so you’re not strangers,” he offered, glancing toward the room. Your eyes followed, seeing that Eddie was walking out. You had meant what you said, that he wasn’t terrible – maybe you’d even like his sense of humor or laidback personality. But you already liked the rings wrapped around his fingers and the crinkles around his eyes – and all of that mixed with having to lay mere inches from him all night had you hesitating.

You quickly gritted out, “He could just sleep on the couch though” while bringing a smile to your face as Eddie approached.

Steve looked the same, leaning over to whisper, “Or you could.”

You’d seen the couch, a fancy one that looked as if it hadn’t ever been sat on. Your back hurt from just thinking about using it as a bed. There were no other quiet protests you could give before Eddie made it to you two, the chain on his jeans jingling with each step.

“Harrington, you seen a Walkman around here or in the van?”

Steve shook his head, sending his hair swishing along his face. “I’m sure you just missed it when shoving nearly everything you own into a single bag, Munson.”

“Except for extra underwear. I did forget those,” Eddie said with a sad sort of grin, though it turned happy at seeing your twisted face. “Just messing with you, roomie. Though I did forget toothpaste.” He pretended to bat his eyelashes, silently begging for you to share yours and only stopping once you gave in.

His hand patted Steve’s shoulder before walking away to ask the others whether they’d seen his Walkman. With a tight mouth, you just looked at Steve with pleading eyes.

“He can borrow some of mine,” he offered.

You leaned your head against his shoulder in a silent “thank you” before making your way back to the room, planning to unearth your bag to settle in. To your surprise, most of Eddie’s things were cleaned up – or at least shoved to one side of the bed, which you appreciated as you opened up your bag, putting away your things into the drawers.

This was okay. You’d only spend the nights in here, and that was only part of the day. You’d be having fun elsewhere the rest of this time out in the snow or sitting among friends in a nice cabin. This was still going to be a great getaway, no matter what came.

“Oh shit.”

Your head jerked up at the sound, your heart sinking for a moment at hearing Steve say those words. The music quieted down a little, sure someone had turned it down at the outburst. Making your way back, you found everyone else staring at Steve as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Anyone seen the packs of beer?” he asked, his voice low like he already knew the answer.

At everyone shaking their heads, Robin spoke up. “I thought you were bringing them.”

He nodded, putting his other hand on his hip – his classic mom pose. “Yeah, yeah I was. Except they’re back at my house, just sitting on the counter,” he sighed out. “I forgot them when running out of the house when Eddie pulled up.”

Groans echoed out in the space, a quiet “Way to go, Steve” from Robin joining them.

“Well, how about a trip into town? That could be nice,” Nancy offered, clasping her hands together. “Grab some beer, check out the stores too.”

Jonathan peered out the window, pulling open the blinds. “It’s stopped snowing for a bit. Is it supposed to pick back up?”

You shrugged your shoulders like the others, none of you having bothered to check the forecast. “I’m sure it’s fine. Let’s get this road trip going,” Robin said with a toothy grin.

“We already had a road trip,” you said with a laugh.

“Well, a mini road trip then. Maybe there’s a Family Video there, Steve. We could use our double employee discount to get The Apartment for basically free.”

“Robin, you’ve already seen that literally a hundred times,” he responded.

“But not a hundred and one times.”

You smiled at the sigh he gave as opened up his hand to Nancy. “I can drive.”

Nancy nodded, digging out her car keys before throwing them to him. Most of the others started making their way to the door. Though it wasn’t snowing, you weren’t yet ready to weather the cold so soon again.

“I might stick back here, if that’s okay. Stay warm for a little longer,” you told them, giving a small smile.

“Want us to pick you up anything?” Robin asked as she shoved a winter hat on her head.

You waved them off, happy enough to just have the place to yourself for a bit of quiet before everything got going. But your body stilled when Robin turned to look past you, asking, “What about you, Eddie?”

“Besides beer? Nah, I’m good,” his voice sounded. You began to chew on the inside of your cheek, suddenly debating on joining the group after all. Your chances of relaxing went down to zero, instead launching in the other direction of keeping you on edge.

But Steve gave you a pointed look, as if telling you to stay and get along with Eddie. Between his flared nostrils and a breeze pushing through as the front door opened, a fresh wave of frigid air coming through, you just swallowed hard and nodded. You gave them a wave and locked the door after they left, soon watching it pull away.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you slowly turned around, preparing yourself to say something to the near-stranger you shared this cabin (and bed) with. But all you saw was the tail-end of the towel sticking out of Eddie’s back pocket as he walked into the shared room, calling back, “Taking a shower” right before the door shut.

Standing in the middle of the cabin, staring at the space where Eddie had just been, your stomach twisted. This wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought. Leaving you with the empty rooms of the rest of the place, you grabbed a snack from the kitchen and the book you’d left on the counter. Taking a blanket thrown over the back of the uncomfortable-looking couch, you sat in a La-Z-Boy next to it, tucking your feet under yourself. You weren’t sure how many pages you made it through before leaning your head back and slowly drifting off into sleep, the crackling of the fire and winds gusting outside weighing on your eyelids.

–

The second Eddie shut that door to shower, his mouth opened in a silent scream as his palms came up to his face. Only once he started the shower did he release a groan, fingers coming up to wind through his hair. He trashed the room of one of the most beautiful people he’d ever seen? God, he must’ve looked so dumb and selfish looking for his Walkman.

Where did he put that damn thing anyway?

And he saw the way you talked with Steve right after, probably begging him to switch rooms. A sharp pang ran through his chest thinking of you running to mother hen Steve to tattle on Eddie – all spiraling because he’d forgotten to set his alarm last night. He deserved a little slack, right?

He would’ve tried to make a better introduction if he knew he’d be meeting you. He was sure someone had mentioned it earlier, but after hours of listening to whatever Steve and Robin deemed “music” in his van before being unable to escape it even here, his mind wasn’t altogether there.

He’d stayed back from the beer run to shelter from more musical soundtracks, but he hadn’t expected you to stay too. So here he was, standing in the bathroom, head resting against the tiled wall as he thought of the least annoying way to share this room – or at least not make you hate him during this weekend.

Eddie’s shower burned against his skin, scalding water dripping down him and washing away the bad start. The curls of his hair grew heavier as he washed it. At least this place had hot water.

As he dried off and dressed, his lungs filled deep with breaths and emptied them fully, preparing himself to face you again. Silently opening the door, squeezing his dripping hair with a towel, he padded across the floor back and forth for a while. He wasn’t sure how long he’d spent arguing with himself on how maybe hash this out, occasionally taking breaks to tidy his things further – maybe that’d help? As the sun began to dip toward the horizon, he threw down his towel he’d somehow picked up again to find you and fix this. And find you he did.

His breaths grew much shallower, quieter, at seeing you curled up in that plush chair, blanket and book resting against your body. Though he knew if you woke up to see him staring at you, there was no way you’d stop hating him. But your chest rose and fell in even waves, your eyelids twitching once in a while, your fingers intertwined with one another. And as he was about to turn around and go back into the room to leave you asleep and content – without him – his eyes returned to yours one last time to find them already staring at him.

–

The scream you let out rang through the air, echoed by expletives from Eddie. Hand clutched to your chest, you gritted out, “Why were you staring at me? You scared the shit out of me!”

His teeth clenched together, eyes wide, as he nearly yelled, “You? You scared the shit out of me. Jesus… just came out to check on you, got a fucking heart attack instead.”

Eyebrows screwed downward, you replied, “Is that how you check on people? By staring at them until they wake up?”

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes, though not quite as menacing as it could have been. “I’ll leave you out here to die next time, sweetheart.”

“Die? From what? The only thing that’s made me fear for my life was finding a mysterious man standing over me,” you scoffed, a hint of an incredulous smile across your face.

That made his face change, a growing smirk replacing his grimace. “Ah, so you think I’m mysterious,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. He’d changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants, and your eyes flicked down to his forearms more than once. And maybe at the way his damp hair curled against his shoulders.

“Mysterious like a man wearing a trenchcoat at the end of an alleyway, maybe,” you told him with a hint of laughter in your voice, your gaze rising up to see his face screwed tight.

“Yeah, well at least–”

Whatever retort Eddie had fell flat as the phone rang right next to you. Your gaze went between it and Eddie’s for a brief moment before you threw off the blanket and your book just as he scrambled to it as well. But your hand reached it first, your other pushing him away from getting it.

Your fingers grasped the handle, rasping into it, “Hello?”

“He- hello? Can you hear us?” The voice crackled through the receiver, though it sounded familiar. But Eddie by your side whispered, “Who is it?”

“Robin?” you asked, ignoring him.

“Hey!”

“Where are you all? You’ve been gone awhile,” you said, though only guessing from how much darker it seemed outside.

“Oh yeah, about that. We’re in the middle of butt-fuc– Hey!” The sound of rustling and distant voices talking over one another on the other end erupted into your ear before Nancy’s voice came into focus.

“Still there?” she asked, a bit out of breath.

“Still here, Nance,” a smile evident in your voice.

She huffed out a breath before speaking up again. “We’re stuck here in town. Snow blocked my car in while we were shopping – we can’t get it unstuck no matter what we try–” More noise comes from behind before Nancy’s voice comes from farther away as she says, “We are not using Steve for traction.”

You assumed she said that to Robin, and you’d laugh if you weren’t waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nancy let out a long sigh. “No one can come get out to us today… or even a few days if the storm stays this bad.”

Your eyebrows lowered into a deep valley. “Storm?” you asked. You craned your neck toward the nearest window, unable to see much outside with the sun far down now. As you did, you caught Eddie’s face in the reflection looking stern, making you turn to him.

He waved a hand at you, mouthing something that you only caught every other word of. You mouthed back “What?” but held up a finger as Nancy began speaking again – leaving Eddie with his arms crossed and jaw tightening.

“Yeah. Ugh, I was stupid not to check beforehand. But we’re not making it back tonight.”

“Not at all?” You knew the question didn’t quite make sense, but your eyes flicked to Eddie for a moment, your heart crawling up your throat. All it did was make him whisper-yell at you to tell him what was happening. “What about all of your things here?” you asked, your voice much quieter. There was no way they’d be able to walk all the way back, especially if this snowstorm was as bad as she was saying.

You could practically hear the frustration laced through Nancy’s words. “After we walk to the one motel this town has, we’re going to buy toiletries and things. We’ll try again tomorrow and call you, but in the meantime, are you two okay by yourselves? I know you and Eddie don’t know each other too well.”

Glancing at Eddie again brought his patience to an end, his legs bringing him to your side and holding the receiver between both of your heads to listen. The proximity of his body so close to you all of a sudden had you stepping back, eyes merely blinking at him as you tried to answer, but the way he looked at you didn’t make words come any easier. Eventually, you let out, “Uh, yeah, we should be okay. We brought enough food to last us.”

His gaze held yours, his eyebrows raising high at your words. He mouthed, “Why?” but Nancy responded first.

“Good, good. Okay,” she breathed out, “Sorry about all this, but we’ll hopefully see you tomorrow then.”

You didn’t think Eddie’s face could’ve twisted further in confusion, but you were mistaken. “Yeah, see you, Nance,” you said, your own voice feeling distant from where your mind was at. The line clicked to an end after saying goodbye, the receiver falling limply with your hand.

Before you could even collect your thoughts, Eddie spat out, “Can you finally tell me what the hell is going on?”

Your head jerked back just an inch before your eyes rolled. This was going to be a longer weekend than you ever thought. Instead of answering him, you walked to the cabin’s front door, pulling it open carefully so the wind didn’t fling it off its hinges. Standing there, gazing out into the world, you felt Eddie’s feet walk across the floor until they stopped next to you.

With the front porch lights illuminating the way, you could see heavy flakes pelting down onto growing piles of snow. It wasn’t nearly as much of a surprise as to how their car had gotten buried so fast after seeing how much snow blanketed the world.

“They’re stuck – staying in town tonight,” you finally muttered. “They’re shit out of luck.”

He rubbed a hand down his face, fingers tangling in his hair as a groan rumbled up his throat. “No, we’re shit out of luck. Jesus.”

Despite the view of endless stars littering the sky, goosebumps started littering your skin. Your hands grasped the door handle and pushed it shut and locked before resting your head against the thick wood.

“Well,” Eddie said from behind, making you turn and watch him shift from one foot to the other, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “At least we don’t have to share a bed anymore.”

You let out a mostly unamused snort, lifting your head to shake it back and forth. “That’s the least of your problems. They had all the beer.”

“Shit…”

–

The two of you had nearly started a fire and a fistfight in the kitchen while trying to make a late-night dinner. This cabin felt ancient, none of the appliances working how either of you thought they would. Eddie tried to come in to help, hoping it’d mend some sort of relationship between the two of you, but he ended up pulling off one of the dials. Instead, while he piled up logs high into the wood stove for the night, not knowing if any of what he was doing was right, you rummaged through food to make a couple sandwiches.

In silence, you two sat at a creaky dining table and ate a meal that wouldn’t fill you up and that would have you searching for snacks in the middle of the night. But he was having dinner with you, trying to not stare at you too much – though, part of him thought “How could he not?” There was a way you spoke, lived, breathed that had him strangely captivated and wanting to know more.

“So…” he started saying in between bites of his surprisingly delicious sandwich, “do you forgive me yet for scaring you?” He tried to sound sincere, but a wry smile rose along his cheeks.

Tilting your head, you told him, “Might be my memory, but I don’t quite remember you apologizing for it, Eddie.”

As his name rolled off your tongue, he couldn’t stop his face from flushing for a second. But his grin came back almost immediately. “Think it’s your memory then.”

“While how about you refresh it for me,” you said, looking at him expectantly. The crackling of the fire filled the air between you, its heat wrapping around his body while you waited.

A few emotions crossed his face, determining the right way to do this, before he finally said, “Sorry about it.” He shrugged. “Not sure you could blame me for staring me for staring at you, though I didn’t realize you were so jumpy.”

Eddie’s throat felt tighter as he swallowed down the risk he took to say that, but he’d say it a million more times if it meant to see the way you paused, your face turning shy as you looked away.

“See…” you said, your voice returning to you as you pointed at him with your sandwich, “I don’t think that’s a very good apology. Not sure why it’d make me forgive you.”

“It came from my heart.” His hand came to rest on his chest, right above his heart with a solid thump. His fingertips felt the way it beat just a bit too fast for his liking. His apology wasn’t good, but it got you to talk to him some more, and that felt like enough.

Flat-toned, you told him, “Sounds like you should go to a cardiologist, cause your heart gives shit apologies.”

Dramatically, he pretended to stab a stake through his chest. “Great, now you’ve wounded me.”

“Clean up dinner and I’ll forgive you, okay?” You stood up with a smile you tried to hold back, only moving to the living room once he wordlessly nodded. “Thanks.”

He felt glad you weren’t watching at how fast he put the few ingredients away and tidied up the table. He glanced at you while you gathered up your things, your face a bit shyer as you approached him.

“Gonna get ready and head to bed. See you in the morning, yeah?” you said, making a pang hit his chest in a way that left him confused and nearly breathless.

“Yeah, sleep well,” he muttered, hands back in his pockets and playing with the coins left in there.

Standing in the cabin alone as your door shut, only accompanied by the hot fire and chilling winds outside, had Eddie walking to bed with too-loud thoughts. Had he won you over? The way his body seemed to care so much about the answer to that question didn’t help his tiredness as he climbed into bed.

–

Despite the constantly creaking house under the harsh force of the storm’s wind, the night passed quietly at first, only accompanied by your occasional tossing and turning. You went to Steve and Robin’s bed that night, leaving Eddie in the one you were supposed to share with him. You thought of your friends and hopefully what plans they had in store for all of you once they made it back tomorrow.

Robin had a million movie recommendations for the group to watch. Nancy brought games for you all to play. Mostly, you just wanted to catch up with everyone that you hadn’t seen in awhile, happy to finally find a time to be together, but look where you were…

Sleep came and went, and came and went again until you woke up a few hours later with a chill climbing up your spine. Your weary blinks barely did anything, the room soaked in dark. Though if you had been able to see, you would’ve expected to see your breath billow out into the air.

How did it get so cold? Squeezing your eyes shut, you willed yourself to curl tighter against yourself and fall back asleep. But it evaded you, slipping away through chilled fingers and goosebump flesh.

No part of your body agreed, but you slid out of the bed with a blanket wrapped around you. Your feet curled against the cold floor as you made your way to the fire stove, doing your best to not run into anything.

In the dark, you could spot the last embers in the fire stove still dying out. Shit, you hadn’t been paying attention to where Steve’s family kept the logs. While searching in the dark for a light switch or the logs, pain erupted through your toe as you stubbed it against something.

A subdued groan stuck in your throat, one hand over your mouth while the other went to your toe as you bent down. Breaths came from your nose in rough bursts, the cold air only making the pain worse.

Feeling around, you vaguely recognized what you ran into as Eddie’s bag he’d brought out at some point last night. You silently cursed him before making your way to his room, exhaustion fueled by the cold weighing on your eyelids and shoulders, slowing you down.

Fingers wrapped tight around the blanket still, you knocked on his door once, twice, three times… you lost count when he didn’t answer. Fed up, you creaked the door open and whispered, “Eddie?”

Only once you repeated his name louder did he stir, his mouth releasing a groan from beneath the sheets.

“Hey, Munson. Where’s the firewood?” you asked, walking closer to him.

His hand came up to rub at his eyes. “Jesus,” he mumbled, “it’s freezing in here.”

He couldn’t see you roll your eyes, but that didn’t stop you. “Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. The wood stove burned out, where’s more firewood?”

“I used the last of it when I filled it. Thought it’d last us awhile.”

You didn’t want to absolutely lose it on Eddie, but the heat of your frustration felt welcome in your cold body. “You used the last of the firewood in a winter storm? Are you trying to get us killed?”

He sighed out, “I’m sure there’s more somewhere.”

“Where?”

“How should I know?” he asked, sleep still laced through all of his words. You envied him and wanted to strangle him. “We can look in the morning or call Harrington, okay?”

“And what, do we freeze until then?” you asked, pulling your arms in closer to your body. You weren’t sure you had enough layers to last you that long.

Shifting himself over, Eddie offered, “You could join me to share body heat or whatever, or you could leave. Either way, I’m falling asleep in the next 60 seconds.”

Your face twisted, nails digging into the softness of your blanket. Part of you wondered whether freezing during the night would’ve been better than sharing a bed with Eddie, the first thing you tried to avoid after getting here.

But his hand flopped over near you, and you could feel the warmth of him washing onto your thigh. With a final shiver through your spine that you blamed on the cold and nothing else, you grumbled, “Let me in. And watch your hands.”

He held up his hands as if to show you he wouldn’t dare, not that you really expected him to. Climbing into the bed, your body relished in being near him. Your tired muscles loosened with the heat as you curled against him while he laid on his back.

“Shit!” Eddie nearly yelped as your cold feet accidentally brushed against the skin of his legs.

“Oh suck it up and warm me, Munson.” You pressed closer to him still despite his protests, and despite the nerves firing inside you. Your blanket stayed wrapped around you like a burrito, acting as a barrier between your bodies at least a little bit. Maybe it’d be enough to let you fall asleep without overthinking all of this.

But the blanket constricted your upper half, so as you wiggled against Eddie to get comfortable, you brought your arm across his chest. Hoping that didn’t go too far, you began to ask him, “Is this oka– are you not wearing a shirt?”

Pulling back a bit, you tried to look him in the eye… and maybe lower. But the darkness obscured any glimpse.

“Got warm when going to bed. Shirt’s somewhere on the floor. S’that okay?” For once, his voice sounded void of teasing. Instead, you could tell he angled his head to try and get a look at you as well.

Settling back against him, laying your head against his shoulder and pressing your body to his, you nodded. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, of course.” Was it okay? Your fingers rested along his ribs and unable to get the feeling of his bare chest out of your body’s memory.

The weight of his hand resting against your back and the slight tickle of his wild hair brushing along your face warmed more than just your skin. All of this breathed intimate, made you close in more than a physical way.

“Good night, Eddie,” you whispered. Your body began to relax as the chill left in favor of the blooming warmth he provided you.

Against your head, he whispered back, “Good night, sweetheart.”

You thought sleep would be impossible while wrapped together with him, and while calling you those pet names, but the comfort of your breath falling in line with his had you tipping toward exhaustion. And though you seemed to be bursting with thoughts and questions, Eddie had vowed to go back to bed soon, so you shut your eyes to let him sleep, falling into unconsciousness within moments.

–

Eddie did not fall asleep soon, not even close to the 60 seconds that he had told you. Not with you snuggled this close to him, your soft breath sliding against his skin with each exhale. He was sure you’d fallen asleep then, little noises sounding from the back of your throat kept his mind racing and his body all too aware of yours.

When your thumb had rubbed back and forth along his skin, his brain went blank then burst back online when his stomach tingled. Did he really have god damn butterflies from that? At least it seemed he’d won you back over from pure annoyance to mild tolerance.

He hadn’t told you, but he’d been cold too. Eddie absolutely wouldn’t have told you about the way his heart lept into his mouth when asking you to stay in the bed together. Or how wide his smile had gotten when you actually said yes. Each time you twitched, he feared you had gotten cold again or had some bad dream. But there you stayed, in his arms.

No part of him could tell what time it was by the time his tingling nerves finally settled and warmed. Dipping toward unconsciousness, he knew he’d sleep better than he had in a long time. And he did, with you pulled tight against him and refusing to let go.

–

The sun peeked its body up above the horizon. Light streaming in painted the frosting swirls adorning the window in a rainbow of shades. The absolute silence out here in the winter felt welcome against your ears. Through everything this trip had brought, at least you had time to sleep in.

And Eddie took full advantage of that. As your eyes blinked open, you found him out cold – but he certainly didn’t feel cold. The first thing touching your awareness was the feeling of Eddie pressed against your back, the rising of his chest and pounding of his heartbeat. His arm wrapped across your ribs and came to rest his hand on top of yours.

Silently, a soft smile rose on your face as his nose nuzzled against the back of your neck. Who knew he loved to cuddle so much? As each quiet minute passed, you seemed to care less and less about the minor ways he had annoyed you through this trip so far. Well, not completely – but at least this was nicer than bickering with him or being stuck outside.

Despite the chill still in the air, your body ached to stand and stretch. As you slipped from Eddie’s grasp, you glanced back at him. In the morning light drifting past the curtains, you could get a better look at him. But only a short one, not wanting a repeat of what he’d done to you yesterday. Facing you, your gaze took longer than you’d like to escape from staring at his arms and chest or how his hair cascaded across his face and onto the skin of his shoulders.

He had nice shoulders.

Shaking your head, you opened the door to let him continue resting, which apparently he really needed. While he slept in through most of the morning, you’d managed to make breakfast, get washed up and ready for the day (and covered in many, many layers) and actually read this time – with the record player on its lowest volume. Through the busyness of work and college, you found it hard to capture (let alone appreciate) moments like these anymore.

You’d checked outside again and again to see whether the snow had miraculously melted since you last looked. But each time you pulled back the curtains, the blanket across the land still sat there – though snow continued to fall, it drifted slower now. Its quiet and undisturbed body looked peaceful, comforting in a way despite everything.

Though not unwelcome, the soft air broke once the phone rang. With quick footsteps, you went to it and picked up, rushing out, “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Nancy again,” the voice on the other side breathed through the receiver.

Maybe you should’ve asked how she was or how she slept, you skipped past any pleasantries. “Any good news?” you asked.

The sigh Nance let out told you the answer before her words did. “Wish I had some. Everywhere within a hundred miles is facing exactly what we are. No one’s getting anywhere for a bit, barely even plows.”

You swallowed down a deep groan, your fingers tightening around the phone. “There’s no way you’re getting here today?”

“Maybe, if we’re lucky. I’m sorry.” And she did sound sorry, but she was the one stuck in a motel room in a tiny town buried in snow.

“Don’t worry… I’m sorry you’re roomin’ it in that motel for the time being. And with those two children,” you laughed out, breathing easier when hearing Nancy’s laugh too. You vaguely heard her say something else, but you turned to look at Eddie’s room to see the door open.

Your eyes roamed across his sleepy state as he walked toward you, the back of his hand coming up to rub against his eye as he yawned. His hair laid at odd angles, the curls raining down on a faded Judas Priest shirt he now wore, which hung down onto a pair of black sweatpants. You couldn’t quite look away, a warmth in your chest at seeing him in such a state. Only hearing your name through the phone brings you back.

“Sorry Nance, what was that?” you ask, shaking your head and keeping your gaze elsewhere.

“Just wishing you luck on your extended vacation with Eddie,” she said, a slight humor in her voice, almost as if she knew what just went through your head.

You nodded even though she couldn’t see – maybe she could apparently, or you were just that obvious – but you followed up with, “Yeah, good luck too. Keep us updated?”

“Of course,” she said, and your mouth pressed tight. Perhaps from missing out on this time with her or perhaps from the impending conversation with Eddie in a second.

“Oh wait!” you said louder, “Please ask Steve where the extra firewood is. We’ve burnt through it.”

Nancy mused out loud, “We should’ve had one of you there when he explained all this. One second, I’ll ask.” You imagined her whispering to Steve while Robin was still asleep.

While sounds of shifting and moving went through the background, you watched as Eddie grabbed the blanket you’d been using on the couch and wrapped himself in a burrito. You turned away to hide your smile, thankful Nancy came back.

“Hey, he says it’s out back in a log rack. And that you only need to put some in the stove at a time, not too many or it’ll burn out faster,” she explained to you.

You thanked her, and the click of putting the receiver back echoed through the room. A silence settled before Eddie finally asked, “They on their way back yet?”

Leaning back against the kitchen counter, you angled toward him as you answered, “Uh, no. Quite the opposite, actually. There’s a small chance they get back today.” Gesturing to the window with the head, you followed with, “Snow’s probably not stopping soon.”

You allowed yourself to glance back at him while he looked past the curtains, knocking his head against the glass with a groan. “This storm has a vengeance against my quest for beer.”

Letting a laugh out through your nose caused him to stare at you, eyebrows furrowing in a way to ask you what was so funny. Shrugging, you told him, “You certainly have a flair for dramatics.”

He crossed his arms as he stood tall. “Maybe you’re not being dramatic enough. We’re stuck here for a whole weekend.”

With wide eyes, you asked, “Oh, having to stay here with me calls for melodrama and agony?” Eddie’s face looked hesitant, even speechless for a second, until you were unable to hold back your smile anymore.

His eyes roll back, his usual demeanor coming back quickly. “You’re the one that didn’t want to share a bed with me, sweetheart.”

Your fingers came to pick at the hem of your shirt, eyes drifting downward. Your grin fell, throat tight as you struggled to explain yourself. “I, uh…”

His shrug followed with, “S’alright. We made up for it last night.” He let out a small laugh, one that didn’t quite ease your embarrassment. “Where’s this firewood though? Freezing my tits off here.”

That did get a giggle from you and let your shoulders ease a little. If Steve were here, he’d give you an “I told you so” about communication or whatever, but you were just glad Eddie wasn’t too upset.

Still, you couldn’t stop your sigh as you told him, “Firewood’s out back in some log rack apparently.”

Raising his eyebrows and pulling his blanket tighter, all he offered was, “Well, good luck. Have fun with that. I’ll be here to warm you up again when you get back.”

“Ahh… no. You’re the reason it burned out in the middle of the night. So if anyone is going out by themselves, it’s you, Munson.” You crossed your arms, letting the silence grow louder as you two stared each other down.

“Fine! We’ll both go,” Eddie gritted out, shuffling back to his room. You slipped on boots, a hat (or two), gloves, and your coat. You were plenty tired of the all too familiar chill aching through your body.

But as Eddie came back out, you barely contained an explosive laugh at seeing him covered up. A ratty sweatshirt bulged against him, clear that he wore many layers beneath it. And he at least had on two pairs of pants.

“Not one word,” he muttered, about to grab his shoes when you convinced him to wear Steve’s boots he’d left here. You also spent too long forcing him to put on a hat – it would “ruin this perfect hairdo” he told you, but you won out.

You were sure the two of you resembled young children bundled up and unable to move well by the time you opened up the front door. The porch allowed you to open it at all, unlike the back door that had a growing wall of snow barricading it.

Both of your boots crunched as you walked around the cabin. Despite trying to shield your face from the wind that seemed to come from every direction, the view you had certainly didn’t get old. Thick trees weighed down with fresh snow all spanning for miles, looking like a scene out of an old Christmas movie.

Nearing the other side, you spotted a rack with a tarp over it, sure to be piled high with logs. Your freezing fingers clenched at the promise of warmth soon. Just as you were about to look for the logs, you felt a thud against your back along with muffled laughter. Eyes narrowed and jaw tight, you turned around to see Eddie very obviously looking away from you, pretending nothing happened – like he didn’t just pelt you with a snowball.

But in his act, he didn’t see you bend down to form your own snowball between your gloved hands. Packing it tight, you pulled back your arm and let it fly, hitting him square in the chest as he turned toward you at the last second.

There was no stopping the shit-eating grin on your face at his mouth dropping open or the way his gaze steeled. The look pierced past all the ridiculous layers, making you feel a little less cold out there. The way his head tilted to the side, awaiting him to make some cocky comment that’d have you internally stuttering – it kept you still, even as he bent down.

“Oh, you are so fucked,” he told you, packing another snowball.

He had no idea how right he was.

The second he stood back up with his ammo, your legs took off in the other direction, feet slipping through the snow as you ran from him. Though the icy air sharpened against your face, your grin stayed, now accompanied by uncontrollable laughter as Eddie chased you.

Rounding the next side of the house, you slipped around the corner to press against the wall, hiding from his view. His own laughter grew louder as he followed, making your teeth sink into your lip to stop from letting out any noise.

As he ran full speed around the corner, which wasn’t that fast in knee deep snow that wormed its way into your boots, you jumped out at him. Your hands landed on his shoulders with a slap, forcing a scream from his throat and his hand to release the snowball.

But he flew back in surprise, his legs tangling with yours and bringing you both down into the sea of snow. White powder billowed up and around your bodies, some of it wiggling into your exposed neck and wrists.

And yet, you weren’t complaining as you landed with your body pressed against Eddie’s, half of your chest on top of his – your faces only a breath apart.

Perhaps you should’ve scrambled back, apologized, or even laughed at him for screaming, but you admired the snowflakes littering his dark hair like constellations against a night sky. Then you glanced to the soft red covering his cheeks and nose, sure that it came from the cold but hoped it grew from something more.

Eddie’s breathing rose and fell beneath you, pressing close and then all too far a second later. You thought you might’ve caught his doe eyes glancing toward your mouth, yours doing just the same, but as he shifted closer, more snow dipped on the back of his neck and down his coat.

“Shit!” he yelled, flying up to try and shake it out, breaking whatever had held you two together for that all too brief moment.

You sat there with a smile, watching him scramble to rid himself of the quickly melting snow. Letting out a long sigh, you stood up and waited until he calmed before nodding your head back toward the logs.

Moment broken indeed as you began to sweat trying to grab as many logs in your arms as possible – no part of you wanting to trudge back out here. Between the two of you, there stood (balanced precariously, really) a sizable amount of logs to fuel the wood stove for a while.

Your body felt a little lighter as the layers of clothes dropped to the floor, your cold cheeks beginning to warm up back inside and out of the wind. This time, you loaded the logs and set the stove ablaze, declaring the spot directly in front as yours for the next half hour.

Eddie, of course, had none of that. He plopped himself next to you, pressed against your side – claiming “it had the most heat, stop hogging it.”

You didn’t stop, not when the still-warming skin of your arm goosebumped as it touched his. The veins running along his forearm occupied most of your thoughts while you two sat there in silence, only interrupted by occasional complaining of a different body part being cold and cursing of this storm.

“You warmed up?” Eddie asked, turning his head to look at you.

If you turned to him, you’d get caught up in the deep brown of his eyes or how soft his lips looked, so continued staring at the flames in front of you. You’d been plenty warm for some time now, but if you told him that, then you’d have to leave his side.

But before you could speak, he brought a hand up to scratch at his neck as he continued, “Cause I was thinking we could watch one of those movies Robin brought.”

Oh, that you could do. “Yeah. You can pick, I’ll go search for that popcorn Nancy put somewhere,” you said, getting up and finding it before he noticed how scattered your brain was becoming.

The TV came to life as kernels popped in the pan you shook on the stove. As you watched each one burst, the nerves of being with Eddie settled back in your body, sleeping against your spine. This weekend hadn’t gone as any of you expected, especially not with seeing this near stranger as cute, charming even – not that you’d tell him that.

And rather than watch The Apartment as planned, you realized you didn’t want Eddie to be a stranger anymore. So you pestered him with questions, not that he seemed bothered. You loved hearing about Uncle Wayne and the auto shop Eddie worked at, or his D&D campaign he was planning at the moment. Not with that smile when you told him about your family, friends, and how work was going. He even vowed to fight your annoying coworker if he ever saw him in public – like you had promised to check out Corroded Coffin when you made it back.

“Like, I know we fight literal demons in our game, but are you sure Tanner isn’t one of them? I mean, who falls asleep in the only bathroom? And locks it!” Eddie said, shaking his head as he filled his mouth with more popcorn.

“Right?” you said in between salty bites, “But as long he doesn’t show up at The Hideout, I’m coming for your show next month.”

And you’d give him a million more promises if it meant making that look spread across his face again – excited grin, cheeks squishing up to make his shining eyes shut. Wow. Maybe you’d put too many logs in, the air feeling much warmer now.

But it was easy, so surprisingly simple to spend the day with Eddie. He played you some of his favorite songs while you both laid on the ground, heads next to each other but feet pointing opposite directions. Every time he bopped his head to the beats, his hair brushed against you. The way his hands shot up to play an imaginary guitar and softly mouth the lyrics had you holding back giggles.

This time, he tried making you dinner. And he did make a surprisingly good plate of pasta – without burning the whole place down. While eating, he nodded along to what you said as if every word quenched some sort of thirst he had for listening to you, for learning everything there was about you. He had this air about him of confidence, but past that, in those soft moments, you saw him settle into a quieter form of himself – one that calmed you too.

And reaching the end of the night, you awaited his question. Whether you’d be staying in his bed again. The fire was fixed; it’d stay lit throughout the night. But the two of you threw on another movie, maybe just so you didn’t have to confront that just yet in case you would separate ways. Your eyelids drooped and you yawned so hard it shook through your body. And that tiredness made your decision just a little easier.

“Hey,” Eddie whispered, resting his hand on your arm and shaking it gently. “Let’s get to bed, alright?”

Your head had drifted down until it rested against his shoulder, so it ruffled his shirt as you gave him a few sleepy nods. Shutting the TV off, he grabbed your hand and led you toward the bedrooms. As he slowed at the split between the two doorways, you kept shuffling your feet, pulling him into his room. Not bothering with getting ready, afraid it would break the unspoken moment between you two, you climbed into the bed and took the leap, holding out your arm as he had the night before.

–

God, he took the space next to you so quick. But he kept his movements gentle, not wanting to rock you out of your sleepy state in case it woke you from this dream you’d created. Eddie settled in, wrapping himself around you and under the covers. Jesus, he spent all night working up a way to ask you for this.

A deep sigh loosened from his lungs that you had done it instead. Maybe it’d been the way your eyes lit up whenever he made you laugh before they shut as you turned breathless, clutching your stomach. Or how excited you got talking about your favorite show at the time, your hands flying through the air.

It’s not that you were intimidating, but you sure made him feel intimidated – nervous that he’d say the wrong thing and make that beautiful smile drop. But it didn’t. He could still see it in the faint light coming from the hallway, and it only grew as he pressed his body against yours.

Eddie really wanted to stay awake, on purpose this time. To enjoy this time as he stroked a thumb along the soft skin of your hip peeking out from under your shirt. But your heartbeat pumped against him, your breath made his fall in line to yours like a steady conductor – leading him right into sleep along with you. And he followed you without question.

–

It was in the late morning that you it happened, it finally came together. Half-awake, you laid your arm on the one wrapped along your stomach. It pulled against you, bringing you closer to the chest behind you. You weren’t yet aware enough to recognize that you weren’t dreaming, that it was Eddie also on the cusp of sleep holding you.

Not until did his lips connect to the point where your neck slopes into your shoulder did your eyes shoot open, any bit of tiredness inside you disappearing in a moment. Your head turned back to look at him, seeing his own eyes shut before also blinking open at your sudden movement.

He glanced between where he’d just kissed and your face, a blush rising to his cheeks as his mouth opened and closed wordlessly. “I, uh… I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, um…” he stammered out before pulling his arm and scooting back until no part of him touched you anymore.

You’d done it – you’d broken the tension in the ugliest way, and you felt cold without him there. Turning to fully face him, you rambled to try to fix this in some way. “No, no, it’s okay. Don’t be sorry, really I should be the one sorry for taking your bed and forcing you to sleep next to me–”

“You didn’t force me–”

“But it’s really okay because it was cold that first night and so it made sense. And we both weren’t really awake just now, and–” You’d gotten up now to pace, unable to look him in the eyes anymore. You didn’t want that extra space between you, but he’d done it first and maybe that’s what he actually wanted.

–

Shit. Shit. Shit. How could he kiss you in his sleep? What a god damn idiot. Though he understood why he did it, watching you pace and float through the room like some angel he felt undeserved to kiss.

–

As you glanced at him for just a second, you saw the way his fists squeezed the blanket between his fingers. Oh, how could you have been so stupid to misinterpret things, and now you’ve made him uncomfortable.

Taking a long breath, you finished with, “I’m sorry, Eddie.” Your hand clasped onto your other one as you shifted from foot to foot.

With a hand rubbing down his face, he shook his head. “I’m the one that kissed you, and you’re apologizing,” he laughed out. “I didn’t mean to do that, especially without asking or something first, Jesus.”

You barely heard his next words that he spoke to himself, but your ears held on to every word. “Maybe my subconscious had gotten into my thoughts…”

Your teeth dug into the inside of your cheek as you contemplated your next sentence, the rabid butterflies ravaging your stomach. Pursing your lips, you quietly asked, “So… you would have wanted to do that if we were both awake?”

And his face shot up, those eyes the color of melting chocolate meeting yours. He climbed from his side of the bed, shuffling toward you – one of his steps for every three of your racing heartbeats. “Yeah, of course. But I didn’t even ask if you wanted that…” he said, leaving his unspoken question hang in the air.

Fighting the smile trying to rise up, you said, “So, you should probably ask then, Munson.” And the kind light shining from his eyes turned brighter into a tall flame threatening to burn you both. There it was, that cocky way he had.

His hand reached to grab yours, giving it a squeeze before he finally said it. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered, gaze unsure of where to stay, definitely your mouth it seemed.

You tried to come up with a million different ways to say yes, to tell him that you couldn’t stand another second without him being pressed against you again. As your mouth opened, a creaking noise came from the front of the cabin, followed by voices.

“We’re alive!” Steve shouted as the group walked through the door and stomped off snow from their shoes. Other words shot through the air, destroying the haven the two of you had made. Dropping your forehead against Eddie’s, you sighed out a breathless “Yes” that fell flat against his cheek.

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Fuckin’ Harrington.

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Part 6

When Nancy and Robin returned to his house, he told them that Jonathan had found Eddie. The two of them, along with Argyle, spent the night in case the two returned.

Neither of them showed their face.

The next day, Steve was alone in his house, waiting for one of them to come by or to call and explain what happened with Eddie. When it got past noon, Steve called Eddie's home. No answer. He held it together long enough for an hour to pass before calling the Byers-Hopper place. Joyce answered but said she hadn't seen Jonathan at all today.

Honestly what was worse than the not knowing was being confused on who he was more worried about, Jonathan, who had just kissed him for the first time, or Eddie, who had seen them kiss.

Steve busied himself with cleaning and exercising mostly. He thought about talking to Robin, waaay too much to have not called her at this point. But he didn't know where to start.

The day after Jon and Eddie went MIA, Steve officially out of things to clean and he was contemplating getting some kind of gym membership when the doorbell rang.

He answered it and Jonathan was there, asked if he wanted to go on a drive and Steve accepted.

It was rare that he was a passenger. He got to watch the town go by. It was five minutes into the ride that he realized he didn't even ask where they were going.

"We're doing this whole thing, because you don't wanna date anyone, right?", Jonathan asked.

"It's not because of that. I just didn't want Dustin hounding me about not dating Robin. And then it was about getting him to stop setting me up with anyone."

"So why did you choose me? Was it just because I walked through the door? It could have been anyone, right?"

Steve thought of who else could have walked through the door that he would claim to date on the spot just to trick Dustin. The list was short. Not Robin or Nancy. None of the kids. Argyle he had just met.

......Maybe Eddie?

"Whoever you just thought of, you probably should have picked him", Jonathan said.

"I don't regret choosing you", Steve said. "Or kissing you", he added quickly.

Jonathan bit his lip. Eddie and driven them back to his place the other night and they had talked until dawn. It was just before the sun rose, when the sky was its darkest that Eddie confessed.

"I've got the hots for your boyfriend, man."

A guy in a normal situation might show offense, or possessiveness, or something. But Steve wasn't his boyfriend. He shouldn't feel that way. Like he actually wanted Steve. Because that would be crazy, wouldn't it?

"I think you and Eddie should talk."

"Did he tell you why he ran off?", Steve asked.

"Yeah. But that's not for me to say."

Steve slouched a little in his seat. "Where are you taking us anyway?"

"I have no idea. I just couldn't talk in your house, man."

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Nancy knew something was up. But she was also quite sure it was none of her business. Her two ex-boyfriends coming out as gay and dating each other was a shock to her system. But only because it had appeared to her that Steve and Eddie were the ones getting closer.

It was none of her business though. But whatever was going on was making things tense. It had been a couple of weeks since Eddie ran off in the night and he was acting like he hadn't.

It was probably no harm, no foul. He was safe and this wasn't a symptom of the Upside Down. But Nancy was never one to let things go.

And the New Year's party she was throwing was the perfect opportunity. Nancy had the house to herself. Mike was at his friend's party, her parents had gone to an office party and Holly was at a sleepover. She bulked up the guest list with some of her old girl scout buddies and some of then teens from her church (that lot could drink you under the table).

She enlisted the help of Argyle and Robin. It wasn't a complicated plan at all. She just needed Robin in on it so that she didn't release Steve at the slightest protest.

"Are we ready for this?", Nancy asked at around 11:15.

"As I'll ever be, shit", Argyle sighed.

"Nancy, you're sure this is going to work? Because it sounds like torture instead", Robin said.

Nancy looked at their quarry. Eddie, practically guarding the punch bowl, then across the room to where Steve and Eddie were sitting a respectful distance on the couch.

"This right now is torture."

So in a process that was quite surgical and precise, the three of them managed to get Steve, Jonathan, and Eddie into a closet and kept them locked in. The sounds of the party in the living room were a distant muffle.

Hopefully they could all ring in the new year as a group of friends refreshed. Instead of the stagnant air that had been around them.

Part 8 FINAL

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the freak ~ steve harrington;stranger things

part one part two part three part four part five part six

word count: 2903

request?: no

description: in which she deals with her brother, and then she makes an unexpected new friend

pairing: steve harrington x female!reader

warnings: swearing, derogatory name used about the reader, carol being carol

masterlist (one, two, three)

(well, well, well, look who’s finally joining the party)

“Keep your voice down,” I hissed as I walked back down the stairs to meet Mike. “What does this have to do with you? Why do you care?”

“Oh, I don’t,” Mike said. “But I’m sure Nancy would like to know that her twin sister is macking on the guy she was dating a few weeks ago.”

Most siblings would only be bluffing by saying that. Or it would be blackmail to get out of doing chores for a week or something. But not Mike. Mike was an annoying little shit, and always had been. He would tell Nancy what he saw just for the sake of telling her. He’d want nothing more than to cause a rift between me and Nancy, just for his own amusement.

“She’s with Jonathan now, she won’t care,” I retorted. Although, I wasn’t completely sure I believed that. Nancy was the one who broke up with Steve and moved on first, but that didn’t mean it was right for me to move in on her ex-boyfriend so quickly.

“Why don’t we ask her what she thinks?”

Mike opened his mouth, but I quickly covered it to stop him. “What do you want, you little shit?”

“What do you have to offer me?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious, Mike, can’t you just leave this alone? I’m going to tell Nancy eventually, I just need to figure out the right way.”

Mike crossed his arms. “How long have you been sneaking around behind Nancy’s back, though?” I hesitated, which was the only answer Mike needed. “Geez, what a sister you are. Did you even wait long after they broke up to steal her boyfriend?”

Mike’s words cut like a knife. I wanted to argue, but nothing would come out. I hadn’t “stolen” Steve from Nancy. She had broken up with him. She hadn’t even told me herself that she had until a few weeks later, after Steve and I had already started dating.

But was that even really a defense? It had still only been a few weeks in between them breaking up and us getting together. Not that that mattered; he was my sister’s ex. Even in five years time after their breakup, it would’ve been wrong to date him. It was like the ultimate sibling betrayal. I had been thinking this from the start, but I had been so blinded by how good it felt to be with Steve; how happy he made me when we were together.

If it was so wrong, though, why did it feel so good?

When I didn’t respond, Mike took a step away from me. “That was harsh. I’m sorry.”

If I wasn’t having such an internal conflict, I would’ve been shocked by Mike’s apology.

“I won’t tell Nancy,” he continued. “You should tell her soon, though. You guys are too close to let anything get between you like that.”

He turned and walked back downstairs to join his friends again. I was left stunned. I knew things had to be bad when Mike of all people was the voice of reason. I could feel my eyes stinging with tears. I forced myself up the stairs and to my room before anyone found me. I slammed my door behind me and collapsed onto my bed. I shoved my face into my pillow to try and muffle my tears.

I felt so terrible. I knew Mike was right. I knew I had to tell Nancy before things with Steve and I went any further, but now I felt like the admission was going to go terribly. I kept trying to convince myself that Nancy wouldn’t be mad about me dating Steve. I thought that it wouldn’t ruin our sisterly bond if she had already moved on. But now Mike’s words had gotten to me. I knew they shouldn’t have, because he’s Mike. Mike didn’t know shit, and he loved to bother Nancy and I. But I just couldn’t get what he said out of my head.

After some time, I managed to cry myself to sleep.

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I was still feeling off the next day. I didn’t want to face Mike or Nancy, or our parents for that matter, so I got ready for school while everyone was downstairs and rushed out the door. I didn’t even call back to tell mom I was going to school when she asked.

Normally, if I wasn’t getting a ride with Nancy, I’d get one with Holly. But today I didn’t want a ride to school. I wanted to walk, hopefully clear my head with the fresh air. I couldn’t avoid everyone forever, especially Nancy. I needed to come up with a plan to tell her, and soon. Mike said he wouldn’t tell her, but I didn’t completely believe him. I couldn’t have him holding this secret over my head, and I definitely couldn’t keep this secret for much longer. Not if this was how I was going to feel about it.

I was still so deep in thought when I got to school that I didn’t notice how empty the hallways were. It was still pretty early, but this level of emptiness was eerie for Hawkins High. I definitely did notice that all the usual hall occupants were stood in front of my locker. My heart started to pound as I got closer, pushing through the crowd to get to my locker.

When I caught sight of my locker, I sucked in a breath.

In bright red spray paint across my locker door, it said, “Boyfriend stealing slut.”

And next to my locker, with a spray paint can in her hand and an evil smirk on her face, was Carol.

I could hear the whispering behind me. Carol was giggling with her friends. I knew she did this as a way to get back at me for the whole Tommy and Steve fight. She didn’t actually know about me and Steve. And it was certainly working. My eyes were starting to gloss over with tears again. The voices around me sounded loud and like they were engulfing me whole. Like my whole world was crashing down around me, and it was being pulled down by their voices.

I turned and shoved through the crowd, running away before any of them could see me cry. I ran out the nearest door and kept going as far as my legs would let me. Eventually, I came to a clearing in the trees surrounding the school when my legs finally gave up and I collapsed into a sobbing heap on the ground.

I wasn’t sure how I’d go back to school after that. Not just today, but ever. Everyone would see what Carol had written on my locker before the day was out. It didn’t matter which “boyfriend” she was accusing me of stealing, or whether or not her claims were true. The rumors would spread through school like a wildfire. No one would ever look at me the same way again.

“Hey, are you okay?”

I jumped and looked up to see someone stood in front of me. He looked vaguely familiar, with long, curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and ripped jeans and a Metallica t-shirt. He took a step back when he saw my startled face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said. “I was passing through and heard a noise. I just wanted to make sure you’re not hurt or anything.”

I shook my head. “I’ll be fine. Thanks for checking, though.”

He looked at me for a long time before kneeling down in front of me. I furrowed my brows at him in confusion.

“You look sad,” he said. “Why are you sad? The school day hasn’t even started yet.”

“It hasn’t even started, but I’m already over it,” I said. “I’m fucking sick of those people back there. I never, ever want to go back.”

Fresh tears started running down my cheeks. I tried to wipe them away, but they fell quicker than I could stop them. I felt embarrassed to be crying in front of this stranger. I just wanted to go back home and lock myself in my room and cry until I was so dehydrated that I just shriveled up and disappeared.

He put his hand out towards me. I looked at it for a second before deciding to put my hand in his. He rose to his feet, pulling me up with him. We walked over to one of the nearby picnic tables. He motioned for me to sit down, then sat down across from me.

“I’m Eddie,” he said. “What’s your name?”

“(Y/N),” I responded.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N). Now, do you want to talk about what has you crying in the middle of the woods?”

I sighed and wiped my face again. My eyes felt heavy from all the tears. My day had barely just started and my body already felt exhausted.

“Carol,” I said, my voice breaking.

Eddie made a face. “Yeah, she would make me feel like that, too.”

“She wrote on my locker,” I explained. “She...she called me a slut. A-A boyfriend stealing slut.”

His eyes widened. “What?! That’s...why the fuck would she say that? Did you look at Tommy H for too long?”

I shook my head. I looked down at my lap as I felt myself about to cry again. I wasn’t sure how much water was even left in me. I blinked away the tears and tried to swallow the lump forming in my throat.

“I’m dating Steve Harrington,” I blurted before I could stop myself. “We’ve been dating for nearly a month. And before he dated me, he was dating my sister. Like...maybe two weeks before we got together. But she doesn’t know. No one does, besides my best friend and my little brother. But Carol must suspect it, and she’s trying to get back at me for Tommy H being punished over a fight with Steve. A fight that, admittedly, happened because of something Tommy H said to me.”

My chest untightened with every word. I didn’t realize how freeing it was going to feel to admit all of this to someone. Even if Eddie was a complete stranger to me; even if he went running to tell everyone about me and Steve, it felt so good to finally talk to someone about it. It freed the lump in my throat and dried up the remaining tears.

And somehow, it made me even more exhausted than before.

Eddie was silent. He looked at me with his big, doe like brown eyes. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking about my confession. Maybe it was too much to drop on a total stranger. He was probably regretting his decision to come over and check on me when he heard me crying. This is what happens when you try to be a good person, he was probably telling himself.

“That sounds like a lot,” he finally said.

I let out a noise that sounded half like a laugh, and half like a sob. “It is. It is a lot.”

“Listen, I’m no expert on these things, I don’t even play one on TV - ” That earned him a more genuine laugh from me. “ - but I think your best course of action here is to sit your sister down and tell her everything. Even if she doesn’t take it well, at least you finally have that off your chest. And then you can decide what the fate of your relationship with Steve is going to be. If you feel your bond with your sister is stronger than whatever you feel for him.”

“I’m terrified,” I admitted. “I keep telling everyone I’m not, and I keep making up excuses, but the truth is I get so scared to tell Nancy the truth that the thought of it alone makes me feel nausous.”

“Well, that’s understandable. You’re keeping a huge secret from her. One where you’re anticipating the worst outcome of telling her the truth. But you can’t keep this secret forever. Eventually, she will find out, and it’ll be much better for her to find out from you soon, than for someone else to tell her way down the line. It’ll especially be better for you to tell her over her finding out from Carol’s suspicions.”

I cringed. I hadn’t thought of that. I was afraid Mike would be the one to tell her, but Carol had way more of a vendetta against me right now than Mike did. Even if she had no evidence about mine and Steve’s relationship, nothing would stop her from just telling Nancy what she thought was going on between us.

I wiped my face again, but finally found that it was dry. I gave Eddie the best smile I could muster. “Thanks, Eddie. I appreciate this.”

“Hey, what are friends for?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Friends? We met like five seconds ago.”

“Yeah, and now I’ve decided that we’re friends. Strangers don’t just approach random crying girls and give them life advice without some form of friendship coming from it.”

I chuckled. “Okay, fair enough.”

Eddie smiled back at me. I felt like some of the weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. The rest of it would be lifted once I finally talked to Nancy.

I could hear the warning bell ringing off in the distance. The grey cloud of despair appeared over me again at the thought of going back to school. I didn’t want to face any of those people after what Carol did. I knew I’d have to go back eventually, but today I just couldn’t.

"Do you have a car?” I asked Eddie.

“I have a shitty old van,” he responded. “It’s shit, but it drives.”

“Can you...would you mind taking me back to my house? I don’t think I can go to school today.”

“You don’t want to find Steve and ask him?”

“I don’t think I want to see Steve at all right now.”

Eddie agreed. We both stood and made our way back through the trees. The grounds around the school were mostly empty now that the warning bell had rang. Everyone would be inside, racing to their classes, probably whispering about the angry red letters that were written on one of the lockers in the hallway.

Everyone, except for Steve, who was stood by the front doors of the school.

I tried to quickly pass by without him seeing us, but the movements only made him notice us more. Steve got to his feet and called for me. He started to approach, his arms out like he was going to hug me, but then stopped when he noticed that I wasn’t alone. Eddie put his head down once Steve noticed him. I could tell by the look on his face and by his body language that Eddie and Steve likely had the same type of relationship I had with Carol. Or at least, they did before, back when Steve was still part of his shitty friend group.

“What are you doing with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson?” Steve asked me.

I looked at him in disbelief. “Is that what you call him? Jesus, Steve, that’s such a shitty thing to say!”

“It’s just a nickname,” Eddie mumbled.

“No it’s not, it’s bullying,” I said. “That’s the exact same as Carol calling me a slut.”

Steve winced. “I’m sorry. That’s what...I used to call him. I didn’t mean...” He trailed off. He lifted his arms again, as if trying to start the whole interaction over. “I’m so sorry about what Carol did. I know this has to be about me and Tommy, and it’s not fair that she’s taking it out on you.”

“No, it’s not fair,” I said, stepping away from his waiting embrace. He lowered his arms, a hurt look taking over his face. “And this person who you have decided to call a freak was the only person who brought me any comfort. Because you didn’t even come looking for me, Steve! Eddie found me, in the woods, crying my eyes out because everyone is making me feel like shit for dating my sister’s ex-boyfriend.”

“Who else knows?” Steve asked.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is...I can’t deal with this right now. I’m going home. Eddie is taking me home.”

Steve looked at Eddie over my shoulder. Eddie had stepped back again, like he was trying to inch himself away from the situation.

“I can take you home,” he said.

I shook my head. “I’d rather Eddie take me home. I...I just need space right now, Steve.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry for what I said about Eddie. And I’m sorry I didn’t come looking for you. No one knew where you went - ”

“It’s not about that,” I cut him off. “Honestly, Steve, I just need some time alone.”

Before he could say anything else, I turned back to Eddie. His eyes flickered between me and Steve, before he finally nodded his head for me to follow him. I tried not to think about Steve’s sad eyes boring against my back as I walked away from him. I tried to focus on anything except for the fact that it felt like my entire life had fallen apart in less than 12 hours.

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also here's a wip of sorts of a dungeon meshi au me and jaime routeriver are having fun with \o/!! it technically works as a full oneshot, i just need to figure out whether i want to write it as a multichapter thing or not so for now i'm just posting on tumblr

It isn’t until they’re settling down for the night that it hits Pac that this will be the longest time they’ve been alone with Cellbit since prison.

Usually Felps is there as a buffer. Or they’re in a very public area with lots of witnesses. Or it’s only for a couple of hours.

But him and Mike have just signed themselves up for days—maybe weeks—alone with Cellbit in a place where they won’t often run into people, and death is common and easy enough to cover up.

He had just been so worried about Felps that even with Mike’s apprehension none of that had occurred to him.

It is very much occuring to him now.

They don’t need a watch technically, so Pac stutters out something about checking over his leg and waves away Mike’s concern. At least one of them should get a good night’s sleep tonight—and they definitely won’t want Mike sleep deprived while he’s checking over traps tomorrow.

Cellbit looks away quickly when he takes off the prosthesis. He would almost seem more squeamish about it than Pac is, but they both know that’s not true.

Pac watches out of the corner of his eye as Mike drifts off to sleep, and Cellbit prepares their food for storage.

Monsters. He never really thought he’d ever eat monsters. It feels almost like the same kind of forbidden as…

He bites his lip, and breathes deeply. They have no other food supplies. He can’t afford to throw up dinner just because his brain is making stupid connections.

But are they really stupid? Cellbit had gotten all strange when he mentioned he knew how to prepare them. Looking away from Pac the same way he carefully avoids looking at his leg.

It’s not… cannibalism. Not even really close to it, right now. But it still doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel good. There has to be a reason why Cellbit of all people knows all about this—

“Are you okay?”

Pac flinches at the sound of Cellbit’s voice.

“You’re looking a little…” Cellbit taps one of his own cheeks. “Pale, you know?”

“I’m, uh—I’m fine!” He sends Cellbit a shaky smile, internally cursing himself for how unconvincing it looks. “Totally fine, you know? Just—Yeah, all good here!”

“Okay.”

Cellbit looks unconvinced, but doesn’t push. Pac suppresses a shudder at the feeling of Cellbit’s piercing gaze analysing him.

Felps. He’s doing this for Felps. He’s doing this because Felps got eaten by a dragon because he pushed Cellbit out of the way.

Him and Mike didn’t have enough time to wait for Fit’s party to be ready, and Cellbit probably would’ve died if he went in alone like he was planning. And Pac… kind of likes Cellbit. You know, when there’s measures in place to stop him from killing them.

Besides, Cellbit’s different from Cell. That was one thing Felps promised when they ran into each other again, and even Mike agrees he’s changed at least a bit.

“Thank you.” Cellbit says, and this time Pac manages to hide his flinch. “For, like, coming with me even though I can’t really pay you for it. I appreciate it, and I know it’ll mean a lot to Felps.”

“Of course.” Pac shrugs, and messes with his leg some more. It really doesn’t need anything done to it, but he needs to at least try and look like he wasn’t lying. “Felps is, like—he’s a good friend, you know? And you probably would’ve died if you had to face the dragon alone, anyway.”

Pac tenses as soon as the potentially insulting words spill from his mouth. Forces out a nervous little laugh to show Cell—Cellbit he’s just joking.

But all Cellbit does is laugh, too.

“Yeah, probably.” He finally finishes putting away the food, and shifts to a more relaxed sitting position. “But it’s Felps, you know? I would’ve had to have tried something. Even if it was stupid.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

Honestly if Cellbit didn’t want to try, Pac probably would’ve come back down to save Felps himself. Well… not by himself. Mike probably would’ve come with him still.

Or Pac would’ve had to sneak past Mike so Mike didn’t stop him from trying. One of the two.

By himself he wouldn’t have had to hide as much, at least.

And on that note: at least if worse comes to worse, and Felps… isn’t as intact as they need, Cellbit won’t be able to judge him for using forbidden magic. Because forbidden magic can help people if used in the right circumstances—which are all the circumstances Pac plans on using it. All Cellbit—All Cell ever did was hurt.

“I’m sorry.” Cellbit says. “This must be, uh, kinda weird for you, huh?”

“What do you mean?” Pac forces himself to smile. “It’s—It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Well, it’s not every day you eat monsters, right?” Cellbit shrugs. “A lot of adventurers don’t even think about it, and you didn’t seem… keen earlier.”

Oh. Right. That’s what he’s talking about.

“Ah, I’ll get over it.” He hopes it doesn’t sound as fake to Cellbit as it sounds to himself. “It’s for Felps, you know? And you—you, uh, know a lot, right? You’re probably not gonna k-kill us by preparing it wrong.”

Although maybe in other, more purposeful ways…

No, he shouldn’t think like that.

“I’ll try my best not to.” Cellbit says, with a genuine little smile.

It’s soft—from the tone of his voice, to his smile. Like they’re just friends joking around. Nothing like how Cell would act.

It’s not—It’s not unusual for him now, really. It just feels… out of place. In this context. Because Pac can’t shake off the feeling that Cell’s just going to pop back up again and kill them.

Felps had been almost too honest about Cellbit’s progress. Had rambled about how fixated Cellbit was on getting revenge the first few months after getting off the island—before Felps managed to direct his attention elsewhere.

If it wasn’t for the fact Felps still stuck by Cellbit despite what Cellbit did to him in prison, Pac might’ve even left town entirely to avoid running into Cell again. They had passed by Felps’ body before leaving, after all. Pac was certain he was dead.

Felps seems happier now, too. And he had sacrificed himself for Cellbit. So, that most likely rules out the possibility that he’s still being blackmailed. There’s no reason why Felps would still be with Cellbit if he didn’t genuinely change.

Pac just wishes he could get his brain to believe it.

“I’m going to get some rest.” Cellbit says, smothering a yawn. “You probably should, too, yeah? We’ll have some big days ahead of us.”

“Yeah, I’m just—” he gestures at the leg in front of him. “—Just finishing up my check.”

Cellbit opens his mouth like he’s going to speak. Then shuts it again without saying anything, and moves to get under the covers of his bedroll. Pac waits until he thinks Cellbit’s asleep before getting into his own.

It’ll only be for a week or so, right? A few days of discomfort is nothing compared to the thought of letting Felps rot in that dragon’s stomach.

Besides, Cellbit’s had plenty of opportunities to kill them over the years. He hasn’t done it yet. That has to count for something.

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Home Alone

pairing(s): yandere!ghostface! mike wheeler x fem!reader

warnings: stalking(if you squint), and obsession.

I honestly like the ghostface au for stranger things so let me know if you want more, or a part 2 to this.

F/H/M= Favorite Horror Movie

It was a typical evening for you, except that you were home alone. Your parents wouldn’t be gone for long, but seeing as Hawkins was normally a safe town, they were okay with you being by yourself.

Your parents were usually too busy to watch the news so they were oblivious to the fact there was a masked killer in Hawkins.

People around you, or more like, People who’ve either messed with you or flirted with you suddenly went missing the next day.

While you knew it wasn’t a coincidence, You didn’t want to believe that it wasn’t at the same time. And then, last night, El was murdered. Your best friend, and the person who stuck by you.

Everyone in the Party was heartbroken, but her boyfriend was the most. Mike Wheeler. You liked him, he was a friend of yours even before el and Mike became a couple.

However, you had a weird feeling about him at the same time, one you couldn’t put your finger on it. You were eating popcorn while watching a movie, a horror movie for that matter, and then the phone rang.

You assumed that this was your Mom or Dad calling to check in, even though they had checked in an hour ago. “Hello? You say.

“Hello.”

“Who is this?”

“What number is this?”

“Depends, what number are you trying to reach?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh then you’ve got the wrong number, happens all the time don’t worry.”

You hang up quickly, you’ve seen enough horror movies to know how this would end, not that this was a horror movie. but you had a feeling that something was going to happen tonight.

You didn't lock the doors in your house. While it sounds stupid, if the killer was already here, you could quickly exit without your doors being locked.

Hawkins was so safe up until this killer arrived. Now, You weren't sure if Hawkins was safe anymore. El hadn't been the first victim, she was one of many. So You knew then, the killer wasn't working alone.

When the phone rang, You were reluctant. Should you pick up or not? You sigh, picking up. “Hello? You say.

“I’m sorry, I guess I dialed the wrong number.”

“Um, okay. Then why did you call again?”

“To apologize.”

“Hey, I said it’s fine. You’re forgiven. Bye.”

“Wait don’t-“

You hang up anyway; and you wondered how angry the caller was now. You didn’t want this to be awkward though in case it was a normal person.

You were continuing your movie when the phone rings again, and much to your annoyance, You pick up. You could’ve seen you were being watched at that very moment but continued on with your life.

“Hello.”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Uh, I don’t know, I guess F/H/M.”

“Good one, so you got a boyfriend?”

This was weird, he was so obviously flirting with you. You didn’t feel like lying because either way he’d probably know.

“No, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You never told me your name.”

“Why do you want to know so bad? I’m not that cool or important.”

“Maybe you are, and maybe I want to know who I’m looking at.”

Your eyes widen and at that moment you knew your gut feeling had been right. And you swore you recognized the voice somewhere, but where?

“Creep, You mutter when you hang up and this time you check everywhere to see if you someone was watching you.

Or was the killer inside?

You didn’t expect Ghostface to come out from nowhere and you dodge his moves, did he even want to kill you?

You quickly run around the house Trying to get rid of a killer on your trail before he pounced, pinning you on the floor, hitting your head hard.

Your vision grew blurry as he took his mask off and you whimper.”Mike. I fucking knew it.” He smirked.”You’re going to be my Final Girl, Y/N.”

Your vision cut to black before you said anything else.

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Beth [ 3 ] | Dad!Eddie Munson series

Three, Babysitting

Word count - 4381

Warnings - language, a poorly written drug deal?

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September 1986

Juggling a baby when you were trying to navigate the adult world for the first time was hard. He still had parts of his life he had to go out and do but on some occasions there was no one to babysit. Despite having graduated, for the first few weeks when hellfire was due to start up again, Dustin continued to ask him to come to the meetings just to show him the ropes and exactly how it should be run. He didn’t have much experience in being a dungeon master, so Eddie was going to help him out until he was confident he could do it alone.

Hellfire night was tonight, starting at five, the problem? Eddie’s uncle was working at that time. He tried everyone else he could possibly think of, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Max and her mom, but all of them were busy. That pretty much left him with no choice but to take Beth with him to the meeting.

He entered the room with her comfortably in his arms, the four month old’s head tucked into his neck. She liked to nap around this time usually on other days of the week, so he hoped she would be doing that while the group played. He had expected to receive questions and some shock, but he forgot he was entering a room of the most dramatic people he knew, especially the kids.

The sound of the door opening caught the attention of some of the people around the table, some of the eyes of the group turning to look at him. Now Eddie was a fan of entrances from time to time, but this was by far the most shocking they’d ever seen. A baby in his arms, an actual smile on his face and a fluffy pink baby bag on his shoulder? It was all so weird.

No one said anything until he made it to his usual throne at the head of the table. “Eddie.. Is that a real baby?” Dustin asked, attempting to keep his cool. He was asking what everyone was thinking, he was apparently the only one brave enough to question the odd behavior.

The man’s eyebrows furrowed, looking between Beth and the kid like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Why would I bring a fake baby?” he asked, like Dustin’s question was the stupidest one he had ever heard.

“What, it makes more sense that you’d bring a real one?” Mike sassed. Eddie shot a glare in his direction, pointing a finger his way that had Mike sinking down in his seat. “Zip it, Wheeler.” His mouth shut as quickly as he heard the words, growing shy after being shot down by Eddie in front of everyone.

After that he didn’t think anyone else would start with the questions, so he started moving stuff around bringing one of the spare tables in the drama room up to the side of his throne, setting Beth’s car seat beside him on it where she could nap. Just because the questions were done with didn’t mean the curiosity was over, all eyes were still on him. This was, like, the gentlest they’d ever seen Eddie act with another human being and it had just come out of nowhere. Some of them hadn’t seen him since his June graduation and suddenly he had a kid?

He let out a sigh as he finally leaned back in the chair, his eyes on the baby who was sleeping peacefully. Now that he could relax he turned to look at the group of boys, raising his eyebrows. “Well, let’s begin.”

Dustin was supposed to be leading this game with Eddie’s supervision, hence the reason the boy was in the seat closest to him. He tried to get his bearings, feeling extra nervous now that the original dungeon master was here and waiting, especially because he didn’t seem to be in the greatest of moods with them already. He knew he’d loosen up the minute the game started, but for now he was trying not to mess up in case he pissed him off more.

“Eddie,” a voice called, capturing the man’s attention from the head of the table. He stared at Gareth as he waited for whatever comment was about to come out of his mouth. From the expression swimming in the kid’s eyes he already guessed it was going to be snarky. “Nice bag,” he snickered, hiding his mouth behind his hand. Eddie knocked his elbow off of the table with a swift hit to his arm, bringing laughs out of various people around the table. “Shut it, Gareth.”

The dad was truly impressed with how the teen handled the game by himself. The first time Eddie hosted he wasn’t nearly as confident as Dustin was. The whole time, rather than give his tips or input like he’d told him beforehand he’d be willing to do, he just watched him with a proud smile. Even though he’d only been an active dad for two months he was really getting that ‘proud dad smile’ down.

Throughout the couple hours they were playing, Beth had only woken up once when the group got too loud and rowdy. They’d been cheering for one of Mike’s dice rolls and it had startled her awake, a shrill cry escaping her lips that Eddie was quick to jump in and soothe, quietly scolding the kids for being so loud. Usually he would let them have their fun, but when it came to his baby girl she and her sleep were more important.

She was all settled down again by the time people were leaving, and as usual he was always the last to leave. Or he thought he was. “Eddie.” He turned his head from where he was packing away to see the curly headed teen in the doorway. Unlike everyone else who had already left, he was still there. “D’you think you could give me a ride? I-It’s just it’s raining and I only have my bike.”

The way he stared at him made him think he would reject his plea for help and leave him to bike home in the rain, but a smile split across his lips instead. “Come on, kid.” He ruffled his hair with his free hand, leading Dustin out of the empty school and to his van that resided in the parking lot. The walk from the exit of the building to the van wasn’t far, but Eddie was still shielding Beth with his leather jacket so she wouldn’t get even the slightest bit wet from the rain. He wasn’t taking a chance. It’d only serve to wake her up and she’d been sleeping so peacefully all night.

“Climb on in, gotta get her carseat in the back,” he told Dustin. The boy just nodded, happy to get out of the rain. He could hear Eddie cooing quietly to the baby as he secured the carseat into one of the seats in the back. He was probably getting soaked with rain, but it didn’t seem like he cared. It didn’t actually seem like he’d cared about anything today other than the baby.

When he eventually climbed into the driver’s seat after all was done, he offered Dustin a smile and an apology for taking so long. He didn’t want the kid’s mom to be worrying that her son wasn’t home or that he was late, he also didn’t want to deal with her wrath if he was the one to make him late. “Okay, let’s go.”

As he started the engine the teen reached forward to crank up the radio, but Eddie was quick to slap his hand away and scold him harshly. “What are you doing? She’s sleeping dude.” He said it like it was obvious, but he truly was confused on how he’d forgotten that news already. All he got back was a half-hearted apology that had him rolling his eyes as he turned out of the school onto the roads.

The drive began in silence, but Dustin was unable to keep his mouth shut for long. The questions he had were just screaming for him to ask and he was desperate to know. “So, uh, you have a kid now? That… happened.”

He let out a sigh but he knew he was going to have to explain himself eventually. Dustin was his friend, he cared for him, he deserved to know after he’d kept it a secret for two months. He delved into an explanation, giving him basic information about Beth and then the story of how she came to be with him that one June night. The kid listened to every word, occasionally jumping in to ask something that the Munson boy was happy to clarify.

“Beth’s a cute name, where’d you get that?”

He smiled, a blush coating his cheeks. “It’s an old KISS song, first one I ever learned on the guitar. When I looked at her it just felt right.”

Dustin had never seen his friend so heartfelt. It was a nice change, not only for him becoming a dad, but also because of how he was acting towards others. The old Eddie would have probably made him ride home on his bike in the rain at least a little bit of the way before he caved, but this time he gave in straight away. “I’ve never seen you so… motherly.”

“Tell anyone and I’ll kill you.” The boy grinned, nodding his head like everything was back to how it should be. “Now that’s the Eddie Munson I know.”

There was a beat of humourous silence before Eddie turned the mood more serious. “Can I be real with you?” he asked. He earned a nod in response. There was a brief second where his eyes flickered up to the rearview mirror to glance at his daughter’s car seat. “I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t know how to be a father, or at least a good one. I don’t even have a job to be able to provide for her,” he complained. “I have five dollars to my name and to be honest with you, kid, I was gonna spend that on beer,” he admitted, almost like he was ashamed to.

The kid sighed, facepalming. “There’s a diner, by the movie theater downtown, I know someone that works there. I could pull some strings for you,” he said. Eddie’s eyes widened, his head briefly looking in the curly headed kid’s direction before he looked back at the road. They were nearing his home now, so he’d have to get this information quickly, but it sounded promising. “R-Really, who?”

He chuckled. “She used to babysit me actually. You might know her, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Eddie nearly choked on his own breath at that piece of information. How he dropped that so casually he was unsure, he personally believed that was something he should have led with. The kid’s ex-babysitter was the Hawkins resident sweetheart. With a personally like literal sunshine it was easy to get along with you and befriend you, though he himself never really had. Your paths didn’t cross much in highschool, nor around town, so the rumors could be completely false for all he knew. But if you were Dustin approved then he supposed he could suck up his dignity for five minutes to give you a shot to prove yourself. “Yeah, I’ve heard of her.”

He smiled. “Great. I’m sure you’ll get along really well too.”

As Eddie pulled up outside of Dustin’s home, the kid made a promise that he’d give you a call or something and then let him know how it went. With that he basically ran to his front door, trying to get through the lane as quickly as possible. There was a final wave shared between the two before he was back on the road again. “And then there were two, my sweet girl.”

The hellfire meeting wasn’t the only occasion where he could have desperately used a babysitter and couldn’t get one. Sometimes there were occasions that were much worse where he really, really, could have used someone. No one was winning any dad of the year awards for taking their four month old to a drug deal, but you have to do what you have to do, right?

His options were already limited because of the short notice. He knew the Mayfields weren’t home, his uncle was out and Robin had a shift. He didn’t entirely trust the kids with her alone just yet, they hadn’t entirely proved they could watch her for a consecutive amount of hours just yet, so they were also off the list. That only left Nancy and Steve. He tried the girl first, knowing the other tended to get bothered by how frequently he was asked to babysit. It wasn’t that he didn’t love Beth, he did, but he had a life too; or he liked to claim he did to get out of doing things for Eddie. But unfortunately Nancy didn’t pick up.

He dialed the familiar number, listening to it ring while he made funny faces at his girl to hear her laugh. It felt like he was waiting forever before the line eventually connected and Eddie felt a wave of pure relief. “Steve, thank god. I could really use your help right now, man.” The pure relief in Steve’s voice made him feel bad for the face he was going to have to crush that excitement. “Can you babysit today, preferably starting, like, right now?”

Whatever he said down the phone was unintelligible at first. But it became much more clear after Steve stopped complaining. “Dude, I have a date.”

There was a loud groan that sounded from Eddie, one that made Steve feel a little guilty. He knew his friend was having a hard time lately, specifically with the whole job front, and Dustin had clued everyone in on the big job interview happening today. In the past couple months he’d been on hundreds of dates, and he knew this one wasn’t going to be anything special from the rest so he could maybe cut it short to help out a friend. “Okay, look. I can’t take her right now, ‘m still gonna go, but I’ll head over before you head to the diner and take her.”

If he was seeing him in person right now he could have kissed him out of pure joy. “You’re a lifesaver, Harrington.”

There was a half-hearted muttering on the other end. “Yeah, yeah, just know I’m doing this for her, not you.” He always said this whenever Eddie asked him to do anything, and at first he might have believed it. It wasn’t like he and the metalhead were the best of friends, they just tolerated each other for the sake of all their mutual friends. But lately he started to believe he was doing things for Eddie as well as Beth because he actually enjoyed spending time with him. Steve didn’t have many guy friends his age– Okay he didn’t have any, so Eddie would be a good start.

“Whatever you say, Harrington.”

He ended the call and turned to his girl with a small smile. “Looks like you’re coming with me.” Wayne would probably– no, definitely kill him if he were to find out Eddie took Beth to a drug deal, he didn’t want the girl around those kinds of things at all, but he didn’t really have much of a choice. He couldn’t just leave her here by herself. “You won’t even remember, huh?”

That was his reasoning that made it acceptable in his eyes. If she wouldn’t remember, she couldn’t tell his uncle or anyone else, and no one would ever know, it’d all be fine. Plus she actually might be a good selling point if the guy turns out to be one of the assholes that tries to get the weed for less. Who’s gonna refuse to pay after finding out it’d take money away from feeding a baby?

He got all his stuff together, made sure he had Beth’s stuff most importantly and then the pair were off to the location. It was out in the open, unlike his usual spot in the woods behind the highschool, so at least he could keep an eye on his daughter while he did what he needed to. He was due to meet the guy in some parking lot that was pretty much always empty. It used to be for the old restaurant but that place burned down years ago and was abandoned. Nowadays kids use it to party and smoke and stuff.

When he arrived the guy was nowhere to be seen, but he didn’t mind waiting. It meant he got to relay some ground rules to Beth that she wouldn’t even understand. He climbed out of the car and opened the side door of the van, the one he would keep an eye on her from. He was met with her smiling face as he looked down into the carseat, his own expression beginning to mirror her happy one. “You’re gonna be good for me, right? Stay here and be nice and quiet.” He took her little hand in his, placing a light kiss to the back of it that made her giggle. That was his sign that she was agreeing to his terms. “That’s my girl.”

The sound of an engine pulled him away from his focus on her, switching instead to the stranger climbing out of the car. He didn’t tend to get a lot of new customers, he mainly got the same people who became regulars, but this guy he’d never met before. He’d seen him a couple times in the halls of Hawkins high, but he didn’t even know his name.

The guy craned his neck as he stood in front of Eddie, wondering who he’d been talking to in the van when he pulled up. “Is that a baby?” he asked, shock lacing his town as his eyes squinted to get a better look.

Eddie frowned, not even bothering to glance up from where he was messing around inside of his metal lunchbox. “Mind your own business,” he said sharply. The guy held his hands up in his defense, backing off slightly as to not anger him anymore. The pair quickly delved into business, the metalhead explaining what he had and how much he charged for different amounts.

The guy muttered something under his breath as messed around with the money in his hand. He informed him of the specific strain he and amount he wanted, but tried to claim he was short quite a few dollars of what Eddie was asking.

He rolled his eyes, stuffing the weed back into his box. “If you can’t pay then I can’t give it to you, dude.” He wasn’t a complete sucker, people had tried this on him before and it’d taken him months in the beginning of his dealing days to learn people always had enough money in their wallets, they just liked to use his kind heart against him and pay their own prices for his supply.

“Come on, y’can’t give me a discount or something?” he asked, practically whining. Eddie rolled his eyes. Clearly being lenient with few people one too many times had got him into this position, he’d earned himself a bit of a reputation for being flexible when it came to price, but now that he had a daughter to provide for he wouldn’t stand for it.

“Look man, ‘m doing this for that little girl,” he pointed to the car seat in the open door of the van where you could see her arms flailing in the air as she tried to amuse herself. “Are you really gonna take money from a dad trying to provide for his kid?” He plastered the most appalled expression to his face that he could.

The other guy huffed, pulling the rest of the money needed out of his pocket and counting it out for him. “Can’t believe you brought a baby to a drug deal,” he muttered, obviously trying to make him feel bad now that he’d made him pay full price.

“Hey, I’m not the one buying weed from a dad in an empty parking lot,” he shrugged. “Now let’s hurry this up, got places to be.”

It wasn’t much longer until he was back in his van on the way home, that’s where he’d meet Steve and get some final words of advice before he headed for the diner. To say he was nervous would have been an understatement, but Eddie got nervous a lot so it didn’t come as much of a surprise to him anymore. This time he could pinpoint it though, he wouldn’t tell anyone besides Beth that he was scared that he wouldn’t be good enough for the job and that in turn that would solidify he wasn’t good enough to be a father. He thought he’d be a pretty shitty dad if he couldn't even provide for his own kid, just like his dad.

Steve was already waiting on the steps of the trailer when he made it back, looking rather forlorn. “Y’okay man? Bad date?” he asked, grabbing Beth and heading towards him.

He nodded. “The worst. Glad I cut it short actually.” Eddie hummed to his words aimlessly, too caught up in giving his daughter attention now that she was situated in his arms. One of his favorite things to do when she was in a giggly mood like this was blow raspberries on her chubby cheeks. It made her squeal and she would try and hide her face in his neck at the ticklish feeling. Steve knew he wasn’t listening, so he didn’t bother to elaborate anymore. It was his fault really, he’d on one too many occasions gone into deep detail about his failed date of the night that now his friends didn’t really care that much. It’s not that they didn’t want him to be happy, but he wasn’t taking their advice on how to do that, so they stopped trying.

“I’d rather spend time with my little Bethers anyway,” he cooed, reaching his arms out for the small child. She was happy to be taken into Steve’s arms, her hands automatically finding his hair where she liked to tug. It always made Eddie laugh, happy to know that she didn’t only pull on his hair but everyone elses she could get her hands on too. At one point it started to feel like a personal vendetta towards him.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked, noticing the way Eddie’s hands shook slightly when he reached up to brush his thumb over Beth’s cheek. He forced a painfully fake smile. “Not even slightly. But I'll be good.”

At the diner he was sweating buckets, his knee bouncing where he sat as he waited to catch a glimpse of you. You probably wouldn’t know who he was, back when the two of you were in school together he wasn’t as widely known for being the freak of the town, he kept his head down then. He hoped you didn’t know of the reputation that lingered over his head like a disease, he didn’t want you to already have an opinion of him before he got the chance to prove himself. “Eddie Munson?” he heard, in a tone that sounded like one of familiarity. “If Henderson had told me his friend was Eddie Munson, I would have hired you over the phone.”

His head turned and his eyes landed on you, standing there in the cutest little waitress uniform. It had the corner of his lips curling upwards. Maybe people were right when they said your presence and personality was intoxicating. “Y/N Y/L/N knows my name?”

You grinned at him, a smile that made his heart skip a beat. “Are you kidding? You’re like a myth round here.”

His smile faltered, a disheartened feeling blooming in his chest. You didn’t know him, you knew his reputation, the one thing he didn’t want you to have any knowledge of. He let out a dry laugh as you slid into the booth opposite him. “Ah, so you know of the freak.”

Your brows furrowed, a small crease appearing between them. He made a mental note that he didn’t like the look of anything but pure joy and happiness on your features. He watched as you shook your head, your grin finding its way back to your face. “No, I meant this Eddie ‘the god’ Munson who’s ground Dustin Henderson worships.” A light blush burned on his cheeks at that piece of information, he knew the kid liked to hangout with him but he didn’t know he literally worshiped him.

“H-He said that?”

“In those exact words,” you confirmed. It took the sounding of the bell above the door to remind you you were here to interview Eddie about the job, you didn’t have long considering you really could do with getting back to work. You quickly switched from social mode to business mode as you leaned closer to him. Although it wasn’t following regulations that you were supposed to, you believed Eddie could do this job just fine purely from the great words you’d heard from Dustin over the past year. You didn’t think you needed to ask all the personal questions and stuff about his skills and such, if he was as dedicated as Henderson said then even if he wasn’t a good waiter, he could learn. “Don’t tell my boss, but, I think you could do this job, easily. And if not, it’s Dustin’s ass on the line.”

He chuckled, offering you a bright smile that caused his eyes to light up. “So, you’ll give me the job?” he asked, hopefully. As much as he wanted to only think about the way you were looking at him right now, he couldn’t. His mind was focused solely on the excitement bubbling in his stomach that this was the start of the life he wanted to provide for Beth. “It’s yours if you want it, Munson.”

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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE → ON THE BENCH

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 3.5k || masterlist

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

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Outside the Byers home, in the light of the moon that peaked out from behind the broken cloud cover, Steve and Nancy dug through a pile of junk tossed out from the shed and looked for anything that could be used to burn the monster virus out of Will. A tightness pulled at Steve’s chest the longer they stood in uncomfortable silence. He couldn’t handle it and decided to break it.

“You should go with him.

Nancy’s head snapped upward. “What?” Her curls fell from her pulled-back hair and makeup was smeared lightly under her bright eyes, looking more undone than she usually did. They all looked frazzled after their night which still felt far from over, but she still looked beautiful. And that thought made his chest hurt even more.

“You should go with Jonathan.” The words were bitter in his mouth, but he knew they needed to come out. Ever since their fight on Halloween, Steve knew their already rocky relationship was too far gone to be sewn back together. It had been splintered since Barb’s death, but for a while, Steve thought if they pretended they were okay, everything would fix itself. But it had become increasingly clear to Steve that nothing in their lives would be normal again, and because of that he and Nancy couldn’t pretend they were the same people they had been last year when they were stealing kisses in the bathroom during the passing period. Their lives had split in two, the before and after. His and Nancy’s relationship was stuck in the before, before monstered turned out to be real and people returned from the dead.

He still loved Nancy, and maybe a piece of him always would, but Nancy didn’t hold the same feelings toward him. Steve knew that much. They were over, and maybe that had been since before Halloween but neither one of them wanted to admit it. Something was going on between her and Jonathan, and it stung more than he cared to admit.

“No,” Nancy said. “I’m not just going to leave Mike.”

Steve turned his attention to a small space heater he found in the pile. He toyed with it in his hands, so he didn’t have to look in her eyes as he spoke. “No one’s leaving anyone. I may be a shitty boyfriend, but it turns out I’m a pretty damn good babysitter.”

“Steve…” she muttered as Steve met her gaze and handed her the space heater. A small, sad smile graced his lips. There was an apology written on her face, but he knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t say it aloud, not yet at least. For the longest time, he believed every part of Nancy Wheeler was perfect, but she wasn’t.

“It’s okay, Nancy,” Steve said. “It’s okay.” And it would be, eventually.

There were more important things happening in the world than his love life. Steve wasn’t going to sit there and beg Nancy to take him back and fix something that was a little broken from the start. That wasn’t fair to either one of them. So, he let her go, no matter how much it really fucking sucked. He handed her the heater and watched as she went back inside, leaving him alone to mull over his thoughts.

Running a hand through his hair, Steve sighed and slummed his shoulders as the door shut behind Nancy. If it weren’t for the impending doom that hung in the air, Steve would have gone home and drunk the rest of the beer in his fridge while he felt sorry for himself. But there was no time for that. There was too much on the line and his heartbreak would have to wait until the world wasn’t teetering on the verge of ending.

There was something else too that stirred in his chest, something that left him feeling odd. He didn’t feel as awful as he had on Halloween, and maybe it was because that night already felt like the end of them. The blow of actually losing Nancy didn’t make him feel as utterly miserable as he thought it should have. It hurt. Of course it hurt. Some of him did want to crawl into bed and mull about, but not all of him felt that way. His heartache was mixed with something else, something confusing and conflicting. He didn’t want to dwell on it, not when everyone was preparing to save Will and stop the monsters from eating the residence of Hawkins.

Steve wiped his hands off on his jeans and caught sight of a figure that passed the illuminated window of the kitchen. Sunshine stood with just the side of her face showing, but he could tell she spoke with animation. He assumed she was talking to one of her estranged, superpowered siblings. She looked different than she had the entire time she’d been back home; she wore a kind of smile that Steve only vaguely remembered from their brief childhood together.

Hawkins had a thing for kids coming back from the dead flipping their world on its head.

After all of the supplies were gathered, Nancy piled into Joyce’s car, and they took off to some cabin Hopper had in the woods. Everyone else crowded on the front porch.

Steve lingered back by the front door with Max as they were the two odd men out, and watched the group of Hawkins's very own smartasses and superheroes engulf each other in hugs and bid their goodbyes.

Mike and El, who Steve had gathered had a thing for each other, shared hushed and teary-eyed goodbyes. Sunshine and Luke did the same with Leia, only they spoke loud enough that Steve could hear.

“Be safe, okay?” Sunshine said as she cupped Leia’s cheeks.

“I will be.”

Her brother’s face was serious, and full of worry lines that Steve didn’t think any kid should have. “We’re serious. And if anything goes wrong-”

Leia brushed off his concern. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you.” She tapped the middle of her forehead with her index finger and said, “Just keep an open mind or else I may not be able to reach you.” Her words went a wave of confusion through the group. Steve wasn’t sure he had any more confusion left in him for one night, but he listened anyway and tried to ignore the headache that drummed in his temples.

“What?” Dustin asked, saying what all of them were thinking.

Luke’s icy blue gaze bounced between the group as he spoke. “We can talk to each other inside our heads.” He said it like that was totally normal; Steve felt like he was dreaming.

“But we only use it for emergencies because it’s…” Leia paused, her brows furrowing as she seemed to search for the right words. “You really have to focus and it’s a little, um, complicated, I guess.”

Lucas’s mouth was agape, but he snapped it shut when Max stepped beside him and nudged his shoulder with her own. He shook his head in disbelief as he muttered, “Twin telepathy. You guys have twin telepathy.”

“Cool,” said Max. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she took in everything, despite how terrifying it all was. Steve had to give her credit, she handled everything with much more grace than he had.

“El?” Sunshine called out to the girl, who broke away from Mike and joined her brother and sisters.

Steve hadn’t met El the year prior, but from the little that Sunshine had spoken of her, she wasn’t what he expected. He knew she and Sunshine weren’t actually related, but he pictured El to look somewhat like Sunshine. But El had dark makeup on her eyes and gelled back, short hair that curled at the nape of her neck. She was paler than Sunshine, had wider eyes, and a rounder face. The only thing she and Sunshine shared was the stain of blood on their noses and the little black number on their wrists that peaked out from their long sleeve. Still, they acted like sisters, and Steve supposed they had been through enough together that it didn’t matter if they shared blood or not, they were family.

“You stay safe too, okay?” Sunshine said, hugging El tightly.

El’s voice was muffled in the fabric of Sunshine’s coat, but Steve could make out a quiet, “I will. Promise.”

“Come on, let’s go,” Hopper’s booming voice called out from where he leaned against the front of his truck. “It’s time.” El and Leia joined hands and started toward the truck, leaving the rest of the group to their own devices at the Byers’ home.

The air was thick with emotion, but Steve had faith that everything would work out, mostly because he didn’t know what’d they do if it didn’t.

Once the truck had disappeared down the road, everyone shuffled back inside and started cleaning up the disaster they caused inside the home. The living room was a mess of shattered glass and monster slime, the kitchen was strewn with first aid equipment and stuff from their morse code deciphering, and everywhere else was strewn with weapons and moved furniture.

The kids started to sweep up the glass and pick up the floor while Sunshine and Steve found themselves back in the kitchen.

“Hey.” Steve felt like he hadn’t talked to her in hours. “Are you okay?” He couldn’t imagine what was going through her head after everything that had just happened. It was like they crammed a year's worth of events into one night. It was overwhelming for him, and he was a mere bystander in most of it.

Sunshine nodded slowly, unsurely. “I think so. It just a lot, all of…this.” She vaguely gestured around, but Steve understood. A lot seemed like a massive understatement.

“No kidding,” he chuckled lightly but stopped himself as his eyes trailed down Sunshine’s face and onto the slow drip of blood that continued to fall from Sunshine’s nose, which she tried to hide with a wipe of her coat sleeve. “Your nose is still bleeding?”

Sunshine sighed and twisted her wrist to expose the series of dark red stains on her coat. “I couldn’t get them to work earlier.” Steve assumed she was talking about her powers. He had watched her try to light her hands when the monsters found them, but nothing had happened.

He tried to ease her worry. “You’re probably just tired, right? I mean, you took out a lot of those dogs at the junkyard. They’ll come back.” Steve didn’t even know how she was still standing upright. The fight at the junkyard alone left him achy and tired.

“Yeah, I hope so,” she sighed and glanced over her shoulder at where the kids were working quietly in the living room. “But what if something else happens tonight?”

He hoped to God they didn’t have to do anything else that night or ever again. It seemed like the worst of it was over for their group. “I think we’re just on babysitting duty for the rest of the night. We’ll be fine, Sunshine.”

Her lips parted, ready to say something, but she was stopped by the shrill voice of Dustin shouting across the house. “Steve! I need your help!”

Steve sighed and Sunshine retreated to the living room. The curly-haired kid rushed into the kitchen and began tossing things out of the freezer.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked.

“We need to get the dead Demo-dog into the freezer,” Dustin replied, pointing his finger at the dead monster that had been dragged into the kitchen, coated in a layer of slime and horrifying looking.

He didn’t understand the kid’s fascination with the otherworldly creature. “Why?”

Dustin looked at him strangely. “Because we need to preserve it for the sake of science.”

Steve thought that was absurd, but he supposed he couldn’t argue with that logic. He helped Dustin empty the freezer with a feeling that Ms. Byers was not going to appreciate having the monster stored in her home.

“I can’t believe El’s back,” Dustin said, striking up a conversation. “And that she brought back her and Sunshine’s siblings from the Lab. I mean, it’s just like I said, we have our own team of X-Men now! It’s so cool. Did you see what Leia did to the lights?” Dustin spoke with his voice laced with awe. He was right, it was insane. Steve felt like he was tossed into a comic book.

“And Luke. He’s the one who can see the future,” Dustin continued. “That’s so crazy. Do you think he’s really seen the end of the world?”

Steve’s gaze drifted into the living room, where Sunshine sat on the couch with Luke and listened intently to whatever the younger kid telling her. That was an awful big thing for one child to carry with him. Steve didn’t really even know what that meant for Luke or any of them, and the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt.

Dustin seemed rather unphased, though. “Okay. Grab the Demo-dog.” Steve’s face scrunched up at the instruction and crossed his arms over his chest in protest, earning an eye roll from Dustin. “Dude, just wrap it in a blanket and shove it in the freezer. It’s not rocket science.”

“Fine,” Steve sighed, knowing arguing would get him nowhere. “I just don’t think this is necessary.” He wanted to forget those slimy, sharp-toothed monsters ever existed.

“It just is, okay? This is a ground-breaking scientific discovery. We can’t just bury it like some common mammal. It’s not a dog, Steve. And what if someone dug it up? I’m doing us and science a favor.”

Steve grabbed a blanket that Dustin had stolen from Ms. Byers and threw it over the monster with his face pinched in disgust the entire time. “Alright, alright. But you’re explaining this to Ms. Byers.” He picked it up and cringed at the awful squelching noises the dead monster made when Steve touched it. “Can you help me out here?”

Dustin reopened the empty freezer and held the door while Steve shoved the Demo-dog inside. It barely fit, but after a couple of shoves and the re-adjusting of limbs they slammed the door shut and it stayed. With a breath of relief that at least the thing was out of sight, Steve somewhat affectionately ruffled Dustin’s hair.

As weird as their night had been, Steve would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t take a liking to the smart-ass group of kids he had accidentally been put in charge of. They were brave kids, annoying but in a way that was kind of endearing.

Once they finished cleaning up the kitchen of the monster gunk, the two of them wandered back into the living room and rejoined the rest of the group. Max and Lucas carefully swept up the glass on the floor. Luke and Sunshine spoke quietly on the couch. And Mike paced back and forth across the room.

Lucas glanced up from his position on the floor where he held the dustpan in place for Max. “Mike, would you stop it already?”

He shook his head. “You weren’t in there, okay? The Lab is swarmed with hundreds of those dogs-”

“Demo-dogs,” Dustin corrected.

His friends ignored him. “The chief will take care of her, and so will her sister,” said Lucas.

Max let out a small scoff and muttered, “Yeah, like they need protection.”

“Listen, kid,” Steve started, tossing the dishrag he used to wipe down the kitchen table over his shoulder. “A coach calls a play in the game, bottom line, you execute it, right?” Everyone in the room looked at him with blank stares, like not a single one of them understood what he said.

Mike scowled. “First of all, this isn’t some stupid sports game. Secondly, we’re not even in the game, we’re on the bench.”

“Right. So, my point is…” Steve trailed off, unsure of where he was going. He shrugged and settled on, “Yeah, we’re on the bench. So, uh, there is nothing we can do.” He thought they’d leave it at that; he was very wrong.

“That’s not entirely true,” Dustin said.

“What’d you mean?” Sunshine asked, holding a bloodied tissue to her nose. Steve still didn’t understand a whole lot about her powers, but the fact that her nose was still bleeding worried him.

“These Demo-dogs have a hive mind. When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.”

Steve also didn’t understand much about kids, but he was pretty sure most of them didn’t have some weird supernatural magnet that found them in the strangest of situations. And he was pretty sure most groups of kids didn’t seem to be on the same wavelength every time they spoke to one another. Even Max and Luke seemed to understand exactly what the three boys were getting at, despite them hardly knowing each other.

“Right, so if we can get their attention-” Max started her thought, and it was finished by Mike whose eyes widened with an idea that Steve was sure he was going to hate.

“Then maybe we can draw them away from the Lab and clear a path to the gate.”

“Yeah, and then we all die!” Steve said. He felt like he was stating the obvious, but of course, the kids didn’t see it that way.

“That’s one point of view,” Dustin said.

“No, that’s not a point of view, man, that’s a fact.”

Mike snapped his fingers and said, “I got it!” He rushed out of the room and into the hall, where he crouched down beside a part of Will’s elaborate map that was taped to nearly every surface of the home. “This is where the chief dug his hole. This is our way into the tunnel. So,” he trailed his finger along the map until he landed on a mess of papers taped to the floor in a pile of sorts, scribbled with dark blue and black. “Here, right here. This is like a hub where all of the tunnels feed into. Maybe if we set this on fire-”

Standing beside Steve, Sunshine rushed out, “Whoa! No. No way.”

Steve seemed to be the only one that heard her.

“The Mind Flayer would call away his arm,” Lucas said.

“They’d all come to stop us,” Max added.

Beside Mike, Luke kneeled on the ground and touched the paper with the palm of his hand, studying it. “Yeah. And then we could circle back to the exit and by the time they realize we’re gone-”

“Guys!” Steve raised his voice slightly, trying to shut down the conversation before the kids got the grand idea of actually trying to set a tunnel on fire to draw the monsters to them. There was not a chance in hell that they were going anywhere.

Mike ignored Steve and continued fleshing out a plan. “They’d be at the Gate, and we’d be gone.”

“Hey! This is not happening!” Steve yelled.

“But-” Mike tried to argue back, but Steve wasn’t having it.

“No! No buts! Sunshine and I promised that we’d keep you shitheads safe and that is exactly what we’re gonna do. We’re all staying here, on the bench, and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everyone understand?”

Instead of responding to him, all of their eyes turned to Sunshine.

“Please, Sunshine,” Dustin pleaded.

Much to Steve’s relief, she shook her head. “I know you guys want to help, and I do too, but Steve’s right. It’s too dangerous and we promised we’d keep you guys safe. There’s nothing we can do right now.”

The kids all sighed and deflated as their plan was shut down. Steve was about to suggest they do something to get their minds off of everything that had happened and that was happening, but he didn’t get a chance to as a pair of headlights pulled into the driveway.

Max and Lucas were the first to run to the broken window to see who it was. It was too soon for anyone to be back yet, which meant it was someone uninvolved in the night’s events.

“It’s my brother,” Max said, ducking down to hide herself from being spotted out the window. “He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us.”

All night, the only time Max looked scared was when there was a monster hanging down from the bus roof, inches away from her head. Besides that, she had taken to the insanity a lot better than Steve had last year. Yet, when she talked about her brother, there was a different kind of fear and panic written all over her face.

Steve shot a quick glance at Sunshine as he said, “Stay here with them. I’ll get him to leave.” He rolled his shoulders and stepped outside into the cold November air that nipped at nose. The headlights of the car shut off and Steve recognized the who it belonged to immediately. Billy Hargrove.

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faghubby · 11 months

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True I get asked alot for true stories so

This happened 10 years ago.

Jidy and I had been married for about 15 years, by now she had learned of my crossdressing fetish. She had indulged me with it. Even buying a strapon and fucking me. But it was intermediate. Are love life was lacking. Mostly because I wasn't satisfied with vanilla sex.

Judy had gone back to school to upgrade her education. This led to us growing even more distant. It wasn't long before I knew Judy had something going on with someone she met in school. She wasn't very good at hiding it. One night she came home late. I was already in bed. She thought I was asleep. As she talked to someone on the phone. I listened it was obvious she had sex with him. When she hung up I rolled over and cuddled with her.

"So are you going to tell me about it?" I asked. She didn't try and deny it. She blamed my lack of attention to her on it. I kissed her stomach and started to kiss my way down.

"You aren't mad?" She asked confused. I confessed it turned me on. As I ate her used pussy. When I finished we talked alittle more. Then she called him and said she would be back over. Leaving me alone. I didn't see her the until I got home from work the next day.

She walked straight up to me and reached down my pants.

"Why aren't you wearing panties? I think you should start wearing them all the time" she informed me. She had made me my favorite dinner. After dinner I did the dishes. She went to our room to call her lover. After I finished cleaning up I joined her.

"We need code words, stories that will work with the kids ( 15 and 13) when I spend the night away" she told me. We discussed it and came up with several plans. Mostly since her mom was sick she would be the reason mom was away most of the time. That night this had all made me very excited as I cuddled with her in bed, my dick hard in ,y panties. I tried to fuck her. I slid my dick towards her pussy. She moved it away with her hand.

"That isn't yours any more. You can kiss it if you like" I kissed ,y way down and did just that. As I did I rubbed myself against her leg. Soon I was humping her leg. I came all over her.

"Are you going to clean up your mess, you cleaned Mike's last night" I slid down and licked her leg clean.

"That was nice. Why don't you put on a nightie as well" Judy told me. I got up and put one on.

"This became are usually way to have sex, I was completely cut off from ever entering her again. This lover didn't last long but several new lovers soon took his place. I ate her after every dateshe loved that I was home waiting for her. I didn't always get to eat thier cum some preferring to use condoms. She rarely told any of them about our relationship preferring to let them think she was cheating on me.

This went on for years till one day she invited a This big black man over to the house. She sucked his cock in front of me. I had never been allowed to watch. She stopped and pulled me down beside her and had me help suck his enormous cock. When he was about to cum she shoved the tip in my mouth and made me swallow it all. She then had me show this man the panties I was wearing. As I did she saw I had cum in my pants. She told me to go downstairs as she fucked this man. After that her mission was to find me a boyfriend convinced I was gay. And needed to except it. A few years later she left me after she watched a man use me as a total slut.

We remain the best of friends. And the kids think I am gay.

But in reality I am a submissive sissy. That needs to be used by man woman, it doesn't matter

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off the deep end (eddie munson x henderson! reader) chapter two

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“You look different,” he said, wincing when you raised an eyebrow. You didn't understand why he was speaking to you.

Ignoring the way your heart fluttered at the sound of his voice, you slowly raked your eyes over his lithe form, feeling a little smug when you noticed his fingers twitching nervously.

His hair had grown since you last saw him, the long curls swaying slightly with the wind. He was dressed in the same fashion as he always had; ripped jeans, a Dio sweatshirt for the chilly weather, and a black leather jacket.

But his eyes.

Those were as dark as ever, but the emotion swirling in them now was a far cry from what you had seen last year. You swallowed hard and crossed your arms. “Different?”

“Hot!” Gareth supplied, leering at you. “He means hot. Well,” he paused with a smile, winking at you before nudging his best friend and giving a once-over to the tailored pants that accentuated your wide hips. “Hotter. Welcome back honey.”

That earned a snort from you, knowing the idiot was hamming up on purpose.

“I made her smile!” he cried. “We haven’t seen those pearly whites in a while, oh, my heart can’t take it.”

A gag came from your left side. “Ew man, that’s my sister!”

“Well she’s not mine–” He was cut off by a swift slap to the head from the taller boy next to him, whose eyes still hadn’t left you, a fact you only noticed because you, against your better judgment, were still staring at him too.

You’d been gone for too long, you surmised. The ice around your heart had melted a little too much, particularly towards him.

“The boots,” the Dungeon Master finally said. “It’s those, um, boots.”

“My… boots.” you repeated flatly.

“Yeah,” he gestured towards them. “They look like, super European. Totally different from what you used to wear.”

“Are you serious?” Mike repeated incredulously, in that snarky tone he loved to use. “You could have mentioned that her hair is also platinum blonde now, dude. It’s practically white!”

“And shorter!” Jeff added.

“But just as pretty as ever,” Gareth sang, dodging another hit.

“Time to go kids,” you rolled your eyes at the group of idiots, most of whom you hadn’t spoken to long before you left in May. Except for Gareth, who refused to leave you alone. “I’m not doing this on two hours of sleep. Let’s leave.” You flicked Dustin’s hat and turned around, beginning the short walk back toward your truck. “Now.”

The two kids took off, yelling their farewells to the club as you trailed behind them.

You spared a glance back at the sound of your name. Eddie stood alone, the rest of the club having quickly dispersed without you there to irritate. Looking pensive and much more solemn, he twisted one of the many rings on his finger, one you knew all too well, and offered a small smile. “You look good, welcome home.”

Your heart defrosted a little more as you walked away, unable to say anything back.

~~~~

“Alright,” you said after the kids were buckled up and Eddie was out of sight. “Spill.”

“Um,” Dustin stammered your name from the passenger seat. “I think we should wait until everyone’s together.”

“Everyone?” you repeated, suddenly realizing there should be more passengers in your car. You looked back towards the school. “Wait, where’s the rest of you?”

“What?”

You squinted your eyes at him. “The rest of you, Dustin! I know you two weren’t the only ones who joined Hellfire. Will? Lucas?” You chuckled, peeling out of the school parking lot. “Honestly, I half-expected Max to be in it too, thought you would’ve worn her down by now.”

The two shared a quick glance.

“Lucas is part of the club, but he was at the basketball game,” Mike said slowly.

“That’s right!” You broke into a grin. God you had missed them. Your time abroad (and the therapist you’d been assigned) helped you realize how much you had pushed everyone away last year. “I remember Steve mentioning that in one of his letters. Guess I’ll have to go to the games now.” You frowned at the thought. “Hey,” you said when they didn’t continue talking (a rarity, especially for Dustin). “Don’t worry,” you ruffled Dustin’s hair, assuming their silence was because of you. “I’m better now.”

They all but rushed to reassure you. “It’s not that at all,” your brother insisted. “I just really missed seeing you like this and…” his lip quivered.

“We don’t want to ruin your good mood,” Mike finished. Flickering his eyes to yours in the rearview mirror, he gave you a sad smile.

“Hmm.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “How’s Will?”

“Well,” Dustin began and your heart rate picked up at the thought of the boy.

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine! Great, I think,” he said hurriedly.

“You think?”

“It’s just that… the Byers’ sort of,” he winced. “Moved.”

“Moved?!” you shrieked, slamming on your brakes in the middle of the road, testing the boys’ seatbelts as they flew forward. “What the fuck do you mean they moved?”

“First of all, thank God the roads are empty,” your brother wheezed, holding his arms out like you were a wounded animal. “I refuse to die in a car accident after everything we’ve been through, that’d be so lame. Secondly,” he looked at you with his puppy dog eyes. “Let me call a party meeting. This needs to be something you hear from all of us. Steve wanted to give you the week to get situated before we told you but that’s all gone to shit now.”

“Steve?” You sputtered before a sense of dread filled you. “Oh fuck,” you put your head in your hands and groaned. “Something happened.”

“It’s not as bad as you think!”

Dustin twisted around, a look of pure outrage on his face. “Really Mike? Because I feel like maybe it's a little bad.”

“Will you just fucking tell me?” You hissed, blinking rapidly and trying to get a grip on your anxiety before it sent you into a panic attack.

Something bad happened. It had to be bad if it forced Joyce to leave the only place she’s ever lived. Something Upside Down-level bad.

No. You closed your eyes. Don’t go there.

The counting exercises you’d damn near perfected flickered through your head until Dustin interrupted you. “We’re gonna tell you everything,” your brother attempted to reassure you, resting a hand on your arm and abruptly yanking it back when your eyes flashed angrily at him. “But not until we can get everyone together.” He grabbed his walkie out of his bag, pulled the antenna up, and began ordering a party meeting in the Wheeler’s basement in that bossy tone he seemed to have perfected since you’d been gone. “Just give me time to round them all up.”

And round them up he did, barking orders through his device with all of the attitude of a commanding officer as you tore down the sleepy town of Hawkins, well above the speed limit.

~~~~~~

Mrs. Wheeler exclaimed your name when she answered the door, delighted to see you in her home again.“You’re back!”

“I’m back!” you weakly smiled and allowed her to pull you into a hug, trying to hold on to the semblance of control you thought you had over your emotional turmoil when you stepped on the plane to return home.

Mrs. Wheeler paused her fawning over your new hair to snap at her husband. “Ted, look who’s here!” She shot daggers at the man who had, up until then, refused to look away from the television.

“Oh, yay,” he replied dryly, barely sparing a glance at you.

You rolled your eyes. Fucking Ted. Glad to see he hadn’t changed, at least. You sent Mrs. Wheeler a fake smile and clapped Dustin on the shoulder harshly, pushing him towards the basement. “Let’s get this shit show started.”

Nancy strolled downstairs first, unsurprising, given you were in her house, after all. You hugged her tightly and answered the flurry of random questions about your trip in a constrained voice, partly because of your anxiety about whatever they were going to tell you and partly because you couldn’t remember the last time you had actually had a normal conversation with the girl. You vaguely recalled beaming a hairbrush at her during the last chat you had.

Your brother had (annoyingly) insisted that she remain quiet about what happened until everyone arrived, which meant you were stuck talking about the upcoming school semester (a topic you dreaded) until the arrival of someone else made you gasp.

Lucas, clad in his Hawkins basketball sweatsuit, bounded down the stairs next, quickly gripping you in a hug. “Damn Sinclair,” you whistled at the boy, making his cheeks burn. “You’re almost my height now. What are they feeding you?”

You looked towards the stairs when you parted, surprised that the last two kids of the party, sans Will, weren’t here yet. “Are El and Max running late? I know about the Byers’ moving, but where are my girls?” you smiled at the thought of them. “They made me promise to tell them all about the boys in Italy when I came back.”

“Uh, no, no they’re not.” Lucas’s face dropped, and he glanced at Mike and Dustin. “You guys didn’t tell her?”

“Honestly!” Your brother threw his hands up. “What do you think we’re here for?”

You were just about to pinch him when one of your favorite voices in the world caught your attention. “–Henderson!”

Your heart leaped, your feet scrambling up the stairs to meet your best friend halfway in a hug before you could even think. The familiar smell of Steve Harrington draped over you like a warm blanket as he practically knocked you over. “Glad to see you haven’t forgotten about me.”

“Yeah right,” he pulled you back at arm’s length with a laugh, practically vibrating with happiness at seeing you. “All I did was complain for eight months! I had to put up with Shitbird twice as much just so I could get my Henderson fill.”

Both of you ignored Dustin’s noise of complaint.

“Nice vest,” you commented, finally clocking the Family Video logo he was sporting. “Scoops get too boring for you? Was the hat finally too much?”

“You know that hat was awful.” He barely concealed his panic, tugging you back in for another hug. “We’ll get to that in a minute.”

“Great,” you mumbled, the dread resurfacing.

Steve pulled back again, keeping his hands on your shoulders in a closer position to you so he could talk quieter. “Look at your hair,” he cooed. “It’s beautiful,” he tugged at a lock and smiled softly, his eyes telling a much deeper story of how he was feeling than what he would say in front of the kids. Your heart ached when you saw him blinking away tears. “You look healthy Henderson. Seems like being abroad did you well.”

“Yeah well,” you coughed and gave a small smile. “I needed something different. Hair holds memories, you know.” Clearing your throat, you continued, the ghost of a nightmare floating through your mind. “Not too many good ones with my long hair recently. Wanted to start fresh and all.”

His smile faltered for a second, quickly returning with ease. “And the blonde?”

“That was a too-much-vodka decision.” Something creaked behind Steve, interrupting your laughter and you noticed someone was hovering on the stairs. You did a double-take upon recognizing the girl who looked like she wanted to fold in on herself. “Buckley? What the hell are you doing here?”

“Oh!” She jerked into a flurry of action, hurrying down the stairs and fussing with her vest, identical to Steve’s, you noticed. “Well, that little nightmare over there called the store and insisted we were having a party meeting, so uh,” she winced. “Present? Your hair, um, looks really pretty,” she added with a hint of pink creeping up her cheeks. “By the way.”

“Thanks.” You’ve known the girl for years, having been acquaintances throughout school and then growing into sort of friends by association when she and Steve worked at the ice cream shop. “So you got dragged into this mess, too, huh?”

“It’s my own fault for choosing a summer job at the mall,” she responded, laughing nervously. “But hey, now that we’re at Family Video, Dingus and I get free movies and there’s been significantly fewer Russians to torture us there, so I think it’s going pretty well.”

“I’m sorry,” the polite smile that you’d perfected abroad slipped off your face, all traces of your polite friendliness disappearing. “Did you just say Russians?”

“I guess it’s time to talk,” Dustin sighed, pulling you towards the couch. “Sit down sis, you probably shouldn’t be standing.”

~~~~~~~

Blindsided.

Staring down at your bloody palms, you only vaguely felt the pain from where your nails had dug in too harshly during the group’s spiel.

You felt completely and utterly blindsided.

Numbly, you allowed Nancy to wipe your hands with a paper towel, aware of the tension as they all stared uneasily at each other, no doubt expecting a meltdown of similar proportions to the one that had prompted you to leave for Europe in the first place.

It’s not completely out of the question, you mused, feeling like you were drowning in the waves of anger, betrayal, guilt, and grief that threatened to undo the work you’d done for the past eight months all for your mental health.

At least there’s not a hair brush near me.

“So,” you paused, squeezing your eyes shut and counting backward from ten twice, repeating the mantra your therapist abroad had encouraged you to focus on when you felt a spiral coming.

The kids are safe. You told yourself, opening your eyes and staring at the sorrow-filled eyes of your little brother and his friends.

My friends are safe. Your best friend bit his lip anxiously, shaking his head to cut Mike off when the kid opened his mouth to fill the silence. He understood you were still processing.

There’s no more danger.

You wanted to snort. As fucking if. That part of the mantra hadn’t been your idea, for obvious reasons, but the government therapist that had been assigned to you insisted. Not that he ever truly understood the scale of what danger you’d faced to begin with, of course.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to remain as calm as you could while you repeated it nonetheless.

The kids are safe. My friends are safe. There’s no more danger.

Swallowing hard, you started out simply. “So Russians… infiltrated Hawkins. And reopened the gate.”

The kids are safe. My friends are safe. There’s no more danger.

Lucas cleared his throat. “And the Mind Flayer, um, that also happened.”

“Right,” you repeated softly and let out a disbelieving laugh, staring at the floor shocked, but not surprised that yet another monster had made its way through to your dimension. Only after accumulating a mass of Hawkins flesh, which nearly caused you to hurl when Dustin described it in gory detail. “And the Mind Flayer.” Would we ever run out of D&D names to attribute to the monsters?

The kids are safe. My friends are safe. There’s no more danger.

“She’s taking this better than you said she would,” Robin whispered loudly to Steve. The nasty look you shot caused the girl to lean back with her mouth shut in seconds. Just exactly how close were they now?

Steve called your name hesitantly, carefully kneeling down in front of you. “You understand why we couldn’t tell you, right?”

You prided yourself on being logical, or as logical as one could be when they’ve fought monsters and know a girl with superpowers. You knew they were probably threatened by the government, just like you were last time. And you knew how hard it must have been to keep this secret from you.

And yet, you really didn’t care.

“You want me to say I understand,” you whispered incredulously, eyes blazing. “That you lied to me, you all lied to me!” you swept your glare around the room. “For months!”

Logic be damned, the sting of betrayal was too harsh to consider their feelings.

“It’s not so much that we lied to you as just… we didn't tell you,” Dustin tried to say, recoiling back when you looked at him.

“Lying by omission is still lying!” you yelled. “Mom literally says that all the time!”

He hung his head.

“I’m not dumb, I know our phones and tapped and any letters you sent could've been searched but you could’ve said something!” you screamed at your brother. “The handful of times you actually did write to me you only talked about the thousands of dates Steve went on,–”

“–thousand is a bit of an overstatement–”

“– but never anything about what happened in July or El and the Byers’ moving or you know,” you waved your hand hysterically, a stray tear falling out. “Hopper! How could none of you tell me that, at least?” your voice cracked as you directed the question to Steve. It hurt most that he hadn’t told you of the man passing away.

That explained why you didn’t receive any letters from Hopper after June, you realized with a sniff. He had died a couple months after you left.

Pushing that thought down for later, you closed your eyes to avoid bursting into tears at the mournful expression on Steve’s face.

“I could’ve come back!” you said, your tone conveying your despair. “Fuck, I would’ve come back! Sure, I wouldn’t have made it back in time to punch a Russian or throw a firework at a monster or whatever,” you scoffed. “But I could’ve been here to help after, I could’ve said goodbye to the Byers and El! I-” you broke off, a sob finally escaping your mouth, your hands covering your face as you started to cry, words slipping out in a whisper. “I could’ve gone to Hopper’s funeral.”

Everyone remained silent. None of them, except for Steve and Dustin on rare occasions, had seen you cry before.

“Shit hit the fan again, just like I said it would,” you sniffed and stood up, fury and despair leaking into your words as you began to pace across the floor. “And I was told that I was just paranoid, that I was being crazy,” you spat, wiping a few tears away angrily to direct the last part to Nancy, who looked at you guiltily. “I told Hopper and Joyce, I told them that monsters that evil don’t just disappear, they wait. Closing a portal doesn’t kill them. And what did they say?” you asked rhetorically, sweeping your eyes across the room. “Go to school! Be a normal teenager and forget all of this even happened!” you laughed bitterly. “So excuse me for being a little upset that I just found out my baby brother and all of my friends had to fight goddamn Russians and another inter-dimensional monster while I was in Europe dyeing my fucking hair!”

The group winced in unison at the pitch you reached.

“You needed to stay away,” Steve said gently. “You left for a reason,” he said when you opened your mouth to argue, sounding much older than nineteen. “No one blames you for not being here.”

I do.

“Babe, the shit we’ve dealt with,” Nancy said, letting out a dry laugh. “It's a lot. It affects us all differently. What happened last year…” she trailed off. “We were all so proud of you for doing what you needed to do, even if that meant leaving us for a while, especially when we weren’t the best at supporting you, that we didn’t want to try and explain it in a letter. But we're sorry,” she added tearfully. “We're- god, I’m so fucking sorry that I didn't tell you about Hopper or the Byers’. It’s just, your letters said you were doing so well.”

“We didn’t want to ruin your program,” Dustin sniffed.

You stared at the floor. I’m so selfish for leaving.You thought of Hopper, who had been the one to encourage you to go abroad in the first place. I left him here to die.

“I want to go home,” you said, shaking your head. “I-I can’t do this. I thought… fuck,” you scoffed. “I actually thought everything would be better now.”

“It is!” Dustin insisted earnestly. “El closed the gate, for good this time!”

“The Mind Flayer,” Lucas added. “And all of the Russians, they’re gone too! It’s finally over.”

You said nothing, staring at them sadly. Too young. We’re all too fucking young. And they said Erica had been there too?

“That gate might be closed,” you finally said, crossing your arms. “But that world is still there. There could be other gates we don’t know about.”

“What do you mean?” Steve frowned.

“How did the Russians find out about the Upside Down in the first place?” you asked seriously. “And aside from worrying about people in our own dimension, the gate in Hawkins being shut doesn’t kill the creatures lurking there,” a shiver ran down your spine. “Fighting monsters three times in three years isn’t a coincidence, it’s a routine.” With a tired wipe of your face, you chose to swallow the rest of your thoughts for later. The jet lag and emotional turmoil had finally caught up to you and you didn’t feel like bringing the mood down any more than you just had. “Let’s go, Dustin. I need to… process everything,” you muttered as you moved quickly up the stairs.

“Henderson,” Steve rushed behind you. “You’re not retreating into yourself again, you can’t.” he frowned as he looked up at you. “Not after all the progress you’ve made.”

The kids are safe. My friends are safe. There’s no more- well, you snorted internally, shooting Steve a look. You didn’t respond to him, trudging up the stairs a different person than who you were when you came down earlier.

The drive home felt like hours; Dustin was uncharacteristically silent, tossing you worried glances the whole way. Nausea tinged your senses, the gravity of what you’d been told seemed to finally hit you.

In a frenzy you locked the door behind Dustin, hugged him tightly without saying a word, and bounded up the stairs two at a time, bursting into your bedroom that you hadn’t seen in eight months. You ran straight for the bathroom to throw up violently, sobbing while you heaved into the toilet.

Hopper. You couldn’t imagine how El felt.

Your heart panged, you didn’t even get to say goodbye. You vowed to get the Byers’ phone number from Dustin later.

You ignored his knocks on your door, unable to look at your brother’s face.

I’ll never forgive myself for leaving.

Sitting on the shower floor for a while, you let the water beat over you until it ran cold, and cried.

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