#and we see the demogorgon’s mouth open

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 42

Part 1 Part 41

Steve doesn’t realize they’re not heading toward the Munson’s trailer until they pass the gaudy Loch Nora sign.

Despite what he’d argued, he’s tired – zoning in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van. He can still hear the voices bouncing off the lockers in the hallway, echoing after the strange solitude of the Upside-Down. And then the hospital. And then the Munson’s trailer.

His gut writhes as Eddie pulls into his winding driveway, putting the van in park with a world-weary sigh. His bimmer is still parked in the driveway, dusted with fallen leaves slowly turning to mulch on his windshield.

The house looms dark and empty. Just like the last time he’d been here; a mad dash from the Demogorgon. Alone. 

Steve Harrington is always alone.

“What are we doing here?” he asks.

Eddie, having already opened his door and gotten halfway up and out of the van, levers his whole body back into his seat and closes the door behind him.

Eddie looks over at Steve. Steve doesn’t look back. 

“We don’t have to go in.”

Steve sighs, running his hand over his head again, pushing hair back out of his face that he no longer has.

“What are we doing here, man?” he repeats, soul gaping, eyes dead.

Eddie sighs. “I thought you might like some of your stuff.”

Steve looks up at the looming specter of his childhood home. The windows are as dark as they always are. “And then we’re going back to yours?” Steve asks, scratching the back of his head, trying for nonchalance he’s not sure he ever pulled off in Eddie Munson’s presence. 

When he glances over at Eddie, he’s looking up at the house, eyes focused on the dark front windows, porch light off, curtains drawn. His eyebrows are pinched together. Steve wants to smooth it out with a thumb. Doesn’t.

What does he see? Classmates and teachers alike always see it as a blessing – big house, no parents. Eddie’s not like anyone else he’s ever met.

“Yeah,” he says, breathless, looking up at the second floor like it’s haunted. “You hate this house.”

The thing is, Steve does. Always has, since he was small, tottering around after a physically present Mother, but feeling the absence like a wound. 

He saw that wound reflected back at him from Tommy and Carol, dogs  begging for scraps of love.

Maybe it’s in Eddie as well.

Steve gets out of the van, Eddie following his lead, walking at his side close enough that their elbows brush. He digs the hid-a-key out of the bush in the planter by the front door.

“Dude, rich people are so easy to rob,” Eddie says, looking around like he’s casing the joint.

Steve snorts, slotting the key in the lock, turning it left and pushing the door open. The sound rings hollow, like the mouth of a cave swallowing them.

Steve leads the way inside.

Eddie follows him up to his bedroom, grabs his backpack off the where he’d ditched it that last day. Steve grabs his duffel bag from the closet and stuffs clothes in at random. 

Steve grabs the teddy bear off his bed. Tommy had won it for him from a claw machine on his last birthday. It was sky blue and soft. He couldn’t leave it behind, no matter what Munson said.

But he didn’t say anything at all, just stands there patiently as Steve looks around his bedroom, a pit sinking deep at how little he’s taking. How little there is that he wants at all.

He swings the bag across his shoulders, clutches the bear to his chest and walks back down the stairs at a brisk pace, Eddie trotting along at his heels.

On instinct, Steve heads to the pristine kitchen. There’s a note stuck to the fridge with a magnet, a handful of twenties stuck behind it. 

They’d come and gone, and hadn’t noticed he was gone at all. 

Steve plucks the note from the fridge, letting the twenties flutter to the ground, the magnet clattering on the pile loudly. Eddie bends down to gather them up as Steve reads:

Steven,

Your Father and I are off to Berlin, and will be gone for three weeks.

You’re on thin ice with your Father. We were both very disappointed by the state you left the house in. We expect better from you.

It’s left unsigned.

Eddie rips the note out of his hands and shoves it in his mouth, chewing. Steve stares, transfixed as Eddie chews and chews. 

Grimacing around the mouthful, he says, “I don’t know why I thought this would work.” It’s muffled and warbling around the masticated paper on his tongue.

Steve bursts out laughing, watching as Eddie runs to the sink and scrapes the paper mache monstrosity off of his tongue.

“What the fuck?” Steve says, still laughing.

Eddie shoves his mouth over the faucet, lets the water pour onto his tongue messily and dribbles back out.

“10/10, do not recommend,” he says, voice muffled as he scrapes his tongue off with his fingers. “That tasted disgusting, dude!”

There’s something light and airy bursting from him, like the first rays of sun cutting through the darkness. No one’s ever been willing to make a fool of themselves to cheer Steve up. But the bashful slant of Eddie’s smile tells Steve exactly why this newest bit came about.

“You’re such a fucking freak,” he says, fondness leaking out at every seam. 

He wants to hug Eddie, so he does. His arms slot perfectly around Eddie’s waist, pulling the other boy in. He freezes for a moment before wrapping his own arms around Steve’s shoulders and pulling him in tightly. Eddie’s fly-away hair tickles Steve’s nose.

Eddie’s digging his nose into Steve’s shoulder like he’s trying to make a home in there, whiskers scratchy, lips wet. Steve sinks in, breath shuddering out as Eddie takes more and more of his weight.

They stand, wrapped up in each other in Steve’s endlessly quiet kitchen. Together.

Steve Harrington is not alone. And when Eddie asks, “ready to go, sweetheart?” he nods, disentangling reluctantly from Eddie’s arms.

And when they drive back out onto the road from his long, winding driveway, Steve doesn’t look back.

Part 43

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#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #my fic

[andvys]

Love will tear us apart // part six

Warnings: 18+, minors don’t interact! allusions to smut, mentions of anxiety and ptsd, angst and fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader 

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-

“Where is it..” you mutter to yourself as you rummage through your locker. You have been searching for your notebook everywhere but it remained lost. You have spent all weekend looking for it, turning your room upside down in hopes that you would find it somewhere but it was nowhere to be found. 

You sigh in frustration as you realize it’s probably not here either. 

“Hey, y/n!”

You close your locker slightly, leaning back to see who called out to you. A smile appears on your face.

“Hi Lucas, how are you?” 

“Good, how are you?” he asks as he leans against the lockers next to yours. By the look on his face you already know he is going to ask you for some kind of favor. 

“I’m.. good.” you say, squinting your eyes at him you smile at the younger boy “okay, what's up? What do you need?” 

He puts his hand on his chest, gasping “what makes you think I need something? I just wanted to catch up with my coolest older friend.” 

You snort at his words “your coolest older friend is not Steve?” you smirk as you think of Dustin and his love for Steve. 

He shakes his head “no, it’s definitely you. I mean you fought a demogorgon, you’re the coolest.” he whispers.

You laugh at his words, shaking your head. 

“I uh- I might need some big sister advice though.” 

Your eyes soften at his words, you know the kids have taken a liking towards you after you saved Will. They would always come to you for advice or for help but you didn't think that they would ever consider you as something like a sister.

You close your locker and turn towards him “sure, what is it?”

Lucas hesitates for a moment, looking around the hallway before he turns back to you “it’s about Max.” 

“What about her? Is she okay?” you ask in concern. 

You could see that his eyes were filled with concern and worry. 

“I- yeah, I mean nothing happened but she’s been acting weird, weirder than usual, I’m worried about her.” he pauses “she won't talk to me but I think she might talk to you? I know she likes you and I guess she’d rather talk to a girl or someone older, you two are kinda alike so I think she’d trust you more than me, I don't know-”

I'll talk to her, I’ve been meaning to anyways.” you say, interrupting his rambling. 

He gives you a grateful smile, sighing in relief “thank you, you’re the best.” 

“Don’t mention it.” you smile “we are alike huh?” you chuckle.

“Yeah, totally.” he exclaims, throwing his hands up “you two always keep everything to yourselves! And act totally cool and unfazed by everything, it’s kind of annoying- no offense.”

You laugh at his words. 

“Your future boyfriend is gonna have a hard time figuring you out.” he sighs, shaking his head. 

“You worry about my future nonexistent boyfriend?” you chuckle.

“Nonexistent?” he scoffs as he looks at you with disbelief in his eyes “I know a guy who’d love to be your boyfriend.”

Furrowing your brows, you’re about to open your mouth to ask who he is talking about when you get interrupted. 

“Hey, y/n.” 

Eddie.

Both you and Lucas turn towards him. 

“Can I talk to you?” he asks.

You eye him slowly, he looks tired, there's dark circles under his eyes, his hair looks more disheveled than usual and he looks at you with his stupid puppy eyes, making it difficult for you to say no to him. 

Lucas parts his lips in surprise as he stares at Eddie, then at you, then back at Eddie. Just last week, he believed that Eddie hates you and now he was standing in front of you, looking like a kicked puppy.

“No.” you mumble, you feel bad but he hurt you, he finally let you know how he truly feels about you, there was nothing else needed to be said. 

“Please.” he begs, ignoring Lucas who looks more confused than ever. 

Lucas looks between the two of you, blinking, he mumbles “okay, maybe I know two guys.” 

You ignore Eddie and grab your backpack off the floor before you turn back to Lucas “I'll talk to her.” you say, squeezing his shoulder before you say goodbye and walk away from both him and Eddie. 

“Bye..” Lucas mumbles, still staring at Eddie, who follows you with his eyes.

Lucas stares at Eddie, surprise flickering in his eyes. He has never seen Eddie this way, he looked like a mess as he stared at you. 

“Uh- I have no idea what’s going on and I’m totally confused but what are you waiting for, man? Go after her.” he mumbles. 

Eddie glances at Lucas “okay.” he mutters before he walks away, trying to catch up to you. 

“Y/n, please wait!” he calls out to you, ignoring the looks he gets from the other students in the hallway. 

You stop walking and close your eyes, taking a deep breath, you turn around. 

You want to ignore him, to walk away from him and not give him the chance to explain himself or whatever he was trying to do but you just can’t. 

You cross your arms over your chest as you look at him with annoyance in your eyes, he catches up to you and stops in front of you. 

“What do you want, Eddie?” 

“I just- I’m sorry, y/n, I’m so sorry.” he says, with guilt and regret in his voice. 

You raise your brows in surprise as you stare at him, waiting for him to continue. 

“I didn't mean what I said, that was bullshit, I was lying.” 

You scoff at his words “didn't sound like lies to me when you said all those things to me, Eddie.” you sigh, dropping your arms by your sides. 

He steps closer to you “I was angry and-”

“Angry at what, Eddie?” you exclaim. What could you have done to make him angry? 

He hesitates as he stares at you. Eddie was angry at everything in that moment, he saw you with Steve, he saw the way you were with him, that alone made him angry, he was jealous and he knows that now, he was jealous and angry at both himself and at you, for making him feel this way. 

You wait for an answer, cocking your head to the side. 

Eddie was ready to tell you how he really felt a few days ago but now that he was standing in front of you and he could still see that hurt look on your face, he suddenly felt like it was ridiculous, that it wouldn't be fair to you to tell you all these things now after all the horrible things he already said.

You sigh as you look away from him, you get why he’s here, trying to make you believe that all the things he said were bullshit, you can see the guilt in his eyes. He thinks that whatever happened to you after the fight, was his fault but it wasn't. 

“It’s okay, Eddie. I get it, you don’t like me. You were honest with me and I appreciate that but you don't have to lie to me now to make yourself feel better. Whatever happened outside of that party, wasn't your fault, I’m okay now, so.. you can go back to hating me or whatever.” you mumble. 

He sighs in defeat “no, y/n-”

You take a deep breath as you look up at him, ignoring the way he’s looking at you. You are done with him. 

“You helped me in ways I can't even describe and I’m forever thankful for that but we are done here, I’m done.” you pause, you can’t look at him any longer when he stares at you like that, you look down at the ground “I’ll stay out of your way and you stay out of mine.” you mumble, feeling frustrated with yourself as you feel tears prickling in your eyes. You want to walk away and leave it at that but you can’t, not when he looks at you this way, the same way he did after your fight and the same way he did when you saw him at family video on Saturday.

“You were being really mean, Eddie.” you pause “and not just last Friday, you’ve always been mean to me and I never understood it. I have always asked myself what I did wrong-” Eddie shakes his head, he looks at you with wide eyes “nothing, you did nothing wrong, y/n.” he says interrupting you. 

“And yet you told me you hate me, for no reason? You have finally told me why you hate me so much and now I’m supposed to just believe that it was all bullshit?” you scoff “you can’t just tell someone you hate them and then expect that a ‘sorry’ will fix everything, you hurt me, Eddie.” you pause, taking in the sight in front of you, Eddie, the same Eddie who threw all these hurtful words and pushed you away from him, was now standing in front of you with tears in his eyes, he truly regretted it. 

Your eyes soften and you look away for a moment, taking a deep breath “If I forgive you, you will be nice to me today and maybe tomorrow but then you’ll go back to treating me like shit, glaring at me from across the room and saying all this mean shit, hurting me over and over again and I can’t do that, it hurts, it hurts because it’s you.” you exclaim, finally letting it all out.

Eddie looks at you with parted lips, shock lingering in his eyes “w-what do you mean, because it’s me?”

You sigh, you were tired of hiding your feelings, of lying to yourself and to him but you weren't about to make yourself look even more vulnerable “nothing, just forget it.” 

“Y/n-”

“I forgive you, s-so get rid of that guilty feeling or whatever, I don't want you to feel bad.” Your words were supposed to comfort him but they did nothing but make him feel even worse your ‘I forgive you’ sounded more like a ‘I don't ever want to see you again’. 

You glance at him, his eyes are set on you, he looks even more like a kicked puppy now, great, at this point you would tear your own heart out and give it to him and say ‘do whatever you want with it’. 

“Eddie..” 

“Do you hate me now?” he asks in a broken whisper and you almost want to cry at the question. You could never hate Eddie. 

“What?” 

“I’d deserve it.” he says, looking down at his hands. He is so different now compared to how he was a few days ago.

Your own eyes brimmed with tears, you never wanted this, you never wanted him to feel bad. “No..no, Eddie.” you whisper “I could never hate you.”

He looks up, sad eyes meeting yours “I don't think there's anything that could make me hate you.” 

His heart flutters in his chest at your words and at the way you look at him, he would love to hug you right now, to pull you into his chest and never let go. 

“But I can’t do this, I just can’t.” you whisper, not giving him the chance to say anything else, you turn around and walk away from him as fast as you can. 

-

Eddie never felt as helpless and horrible as he did ever since the last weekend and everyone noticed it. The usual hyperactive dungeons master was grumpy, quiet and just sad. 

Nothing was able to cheer him up and after the short conversation with you, he felt even worse. 

His friends were confused about his behavior and he snapped at them when they continued to bug him about it during lunch in the Cafeteria earlier. The only one who eyed him knowingly, was Lucas who gave him a sympathetic smile when he realized why he was acting this way. 

Gareth and Jeff eye him in confusion. Eddie is usually in the best mood whenever they get ready to play. The hideout was a little more crowded than usual, all middle aged men and a few women around but still, there were more people than usual but Eddie didn't seem to care as he grumpily strummed his guitar. 

“Hey man, you good?” Jeff asks as he puts his palm on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Yeah.” Eddie grumbles without looking up. 

Jeff looks back at Gareth who only shrugs and sighs in response. He eyes the crowd, looking around to see if he can find a familiar face. Gareth’s eyes widen as the door opens, you walk in, stopping for a moment, your eyes immediately find Eddie. 

“Hey Eddie, look who's here.” he smirks. 

“I don't care.” he mumbles.

“Your girlfriend.” Jeff chuckles as he also spots you, walking up to your uncle behind the bar. Jeff and Gareth always teased him about his ‘hatred’ for you, always telling him that there was more to it than actual hate, he had a crush on you and that was obvious. 

Eddie lifts his head, looking at them in confusion “what the hell are you talking about?”

Gareth gestures to the bar and Eddie turns towards it with a frown on his face, he scans the room, eyes widening when they find you “y/n.” he mumbles under his breath. 

You smile as your uncle pulls you into a hug, ruffling your hair. Eddie can see you rolling your eyes playfully as you push Dean’s hand off. He has never seen you here except for that one time last week but it was.. nice. A sad smile tugs at his lips the longer he stares at you. 

Jeff smirks as he eyes the expression on Eddie’s face “is someone crushing on y/n?” he teases him.  

Gareth’s eyes widen at his friends words, scared of his reaction. 

Eddie blushes furiously at his words, he says nothing and only shakes his head at his friend as he continues to look at you. You look beautiful as always, a smile lingering on your face as you look around the room and finally they find Eddie’s. 

You keep staring at each other from afar, your smile falls a little, instead you look at him with sadness in your eyes. 

His shoulders slump slightly, you aren't happy to see him, he knows that much and he doesn't blame you. The last weekend, he reflected on everything he has ever said and done and he never realized how bad he was treating you, how mean and hurtful he could be. If he was you, he would have hated himself.

Eddie’s eyes kept finding yours the whole night, you pretended not to look at him when he played but he still caught you staring. The moment he would look away from you, you would look his way and he would feel your eyes on him causing his heart to flutter, making him feel all nervous inside. 

Surprisingly, the night went by quickly. Eddie expected it to drag on forever tonight and he is sure that if you didn't show up then it would but you made it better, seeing you, lightened up his mood, even when he was aware that you are still angry and upset but he is set on making it up to you. He won’t let Wayne’s and Robin’s advice go to waste. 

He can still fix this. 

The last song they played that night was a song that you were more than familiar with. Your eyes lightened up and you immediately straightened your back and stared at Eddie as his band played stairway to heaven. 

You watch Eddie almost mesmerized. This time, you hear him, loud and clear. It isn't faint or far away, the room isn't cold and you aren't afraid anymore. He is only a few feet away from you, just in reach and you can see him, you can hear him. There is no invisible barricade in between the two of you and you aren't stuck in another world.

You are here and so is he. 

You watch him in awe, your eyes flicker between his hands and his face and his eyes find you and this time, you can’t look away. 

Everyone and everything else in the room just disappears, it’s just him and you as he plays your song, staring right into your eyes. It’s almost as though he knows that it’s your favorite song. 

Your heart flutters in your chest as he gives you a small smile, hope flickering in his eyes. 

Your eyes soften, you sigh, while there is hope flickering in his eyes, there is hopelessness in your eyes. This man will be the ruin of you, no matter what he will do, no matter what he will say, you will always forgive him. 

But you can’t let that happen. 

-

The night has finally come to an end and almost everyone has left the bar, except for the person you dreaded to see the most. 

Eddie was sitting by the bar talking to your uncle. They were laughing about something Eddie said. You roll your eyes as you watch them, picking up the last empty beer bottles, you walk back towards the bar, past Eddie and behind the counter. 

Both men glance at you as you throw the bottles in the trash before grabbing a rag, you walk back out towards the tables, wiping them down. 

“What’s the song you’ve been learning to play?” your hear uncle asks as he takes a sip of his beer. 

“Uh- master of puppets.” Eddie answers, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. 

“Oh wow, are you gonna play it here too?” 

“Yeah, I still need some practice but give me two weeks and I got it.” Eddie says proudly. 

“I can’t wait to hear it, Eddie.” 

Eddie smiles, downing the last of his drink, he turns to look at you for moment. 

You didn't look at him once after he played the last song to his disappointment. He was hoping that you might talk to him, especially after the way you looked at him but now you were giving him the cold shoulder just like you did at school, yesterday after your last conversation. He tried to approach you again but you kept ignoring him, telling him to leave you alone and it hurt. He just wants to talk to you, he wants to explain his complicated feelings to you. 

An idea pops up in his head and he glances at Dean. He knows you might get angry or annoyed with him but this might be the only chance he’ll get to talk to you, alone. 

“Hey Dean? I can take over for you and help y/n clean the rest.” he mumbles. 

Your lips part in surprise and you finally look up at him, straightening up, you look at him with disbelief in your eyes as you step back from the table you were just cleaning. 

“Really?” your uncle asks, you turn to look at him, almost begging him with yours to say ‘no’ but instead, he accepts Eddie’s offer. 

You close your eyes and sigh quietly. You aren't ready to be alone with him, you don't want to talk to him.

“Is that okay with you?” your uncle asks you.

No.

You glance at Eddie for a moment, before you look back at your uncle, he looks tired and exhausted. You know he never gets the chance to go home early or catch a break, you would feel awful to say no right now. 

“Sure, go home, Dean.” you say, plastering a smile on your face. 

“Alright.” he smiles, thanking Eddie once again before he walks off to grab his jacket from the backroom. 

Eddie shrugs his vest and his jacket off, putting it on the stool before he walks towards the tables you have already cleaned, he pushes his sleeves up and grabs the chair, putting it up on the table. 

You glance at him shortly, his cheeks are slightly flushed, his hair is messier than usual, he looks cute. 

“Okay then, I’ll leave you kids to it.” your uncle announces as he puts his jacket on “lock up behind me and don't forget about the door in the storage room.”

You nod, grabbing the keys of the counter, you follow your uncle to the entrance. 

“Good night, Eddie. I’ll see you next week?” 

You glance at Eddie as your uncle looks his way, he puts his hand on the chair he’s standing in front of and smiles “yup, next week, sir.” 

“Alright, don't have too much fun, kiddo.” your uncle says as he opens the door, smiling widely.

“Oh, shut up.” you whine, rolling your eyes. 

From the way he talked about him before, you knew that he liked Eddie, otherwise he would never leave you alone with some guy. You just weren't aware of how much he really likes him- which is, understandable. You really like him too. 

He snorts, giving you a kiss on the top of your head “I'll see you tomorrow, good night.” 

“Night.” you smile, shutting the door, you lock it. Your hand lingers on the doorknob, you close your eyes, ‘you got this, just clean up and go home’ you tell yourself. 

Turning around, you grip the keys tightly as you walk back to the counter, you turn some of the lights off in the room. Your eyes find Eddie and you can tell that he wants to say something but he stops himself when he sees the look on your face

You feel bad when he looks away with sadness in his eyes. You already know he wanted to use this opportunity to talk to you while you’re alone but you don’t want to give him the chance to hurt you, again. 

You keep your distance from him while you both continue cleaning, you don't want to talk to him and get your hopes up again just because he’s feeling like being nice tonight. You are done with him playing with your feelings. You feel bad, horrible even when he keeps looking at you, eyes getting sadder and sadder but all you are trying to do, is protect your feelings.

If you let him in now, if you let him get closer, it will only get more painful later on. 

He walks towards you when he’s done, stopping in front of you as you put the broom in the closet. He eyes you slowly. 

“Hi.” he whispers, almost shyly. 

Your heart melts as you turn to look at him, his soft brown eyes make you feel all warm and fuzzy. Damn you, Eddie Munson and your stupid brown eyes. 

“..Hi.” you mumble, looking away from him “uh, I think we’re done.” you say, you avoid looking at him as you walk around him, reaching for the trash. 

“Y/n, I-”

“I’ll just put this in the back and then we can lock up.” you mumble, you’re aware that you are being mean right now and you feel really horrible for it but what does he want from you? 

He sighs again, rolling his eyes at your interruption, he follows you.

“Y/n, I just want to talk to you!” he exclaims with desperation in his voice. 

You don't even look back at him, you push the door open and walk into the storage room. You blink, trying to ignore the way your heart is begging you to just turn around and hear him out. 

“Fuck.” you mumble to yourself as you push the trash into the large trashcan. 

“Please.” he begs following you into the small room, shutting the door, he presses himself against it, not wanting to give you the chance to run off again. 

You take a deep breath before turning around, the room is dark now, the only source of light coming from outside, the lights of the streetlamp seeping through the tiny window. 

“What do you want, Eddie?” you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“What can I do?” 

“What?” you ask, looking at him in confusion.

He exhales softly and walks towards you, a desperate look in his eyes “what can I do to make things right?” his voice was small, almost as if he is scared.

“I don't know.” you mumble, you can't look at him any longer, if you do, you will just cave in and give him what he wants and that will end in heartbreak. 

You step around him and walk towards the door, putting your hand on the doorknob, you twist it, pushing against it but it doesn't budge. You furrow your brows as you look at the doorknob, twisting it again, you try to push the door open “what the-” 

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asks, coming up behind you.

“It’s stuck.” you mumble, trying to open it. 

“Let me.” Eddie whispers. 

You don't know whether it's on purpose or if he just did it without thinking but his hand was resting comfortably on the small of your back. He was close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek as he steps closer. His scent fills your senses; he smells like the whiskey he had earlier, the cigarettes that he can’t quit smoking, a hint of mint and cheap perfume but all in all; Eddie smells like home. 

"Fuck..” you sigh “we are stuck in here, Eddie.” you mumble as you remember what your uncle told you earlier.

“Wait what?” 

“We are stuck in here.” you repeat “Dean said that something is wrong with the lock and I forgot.” you whine, this day couldn't get any worse. 

“We are stuck in here? All night?” Eddie asks slowly, staring at you as you turn around and lean against the door. 

“Yup.” you mumble, closing your eyes. 

“Shit, I'm sorry, y/n.” Eddie speaks, he was the one who closed the door. 

You sigh, opening your eyes again, you find him looking at you guiltily. You aren't mad, especially not at him.

“It’s fine.” you mutter under your breath. It’s not like anyone is waiting for you at home. 

You stand there, staring at him silently and he does the same, you are both just looking at each other, unmoving. The room was so quiet and neither of you spoke up for the longest time. He is still standing so close to you, his eyes flicker down to your lips and you stop breathing for a moment. 

You blink, averting your eyes from him, looking at the shelf behind him, you push past him, reaching for the bottle on the shelf “do you want a drink?” you ask, holding the whiskey bottle towards you. 

Eddie raises his brows in surprise, eyeing the bottle before his eyes lock with yours “uh-”

“We got nothing else to do, so..” you shrug as you sit down on the floor.

“Okay, then.” Eddie mumbles as he sits down across from you “are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asks but you ignore him and open the bottle, it isn't a good idea but you don't care, you raise the bottle to your lips about to take the first swig but he stops you, putting his hand over yours, he lowers the bottle “wait- if let’s play a game.” 

“A game?” you ask.

“Yeah- never have I ever?” he offers, shrugging “like you said, we got nothing else to do.” 

He had a feeling that you would have spend the night in silence if he didn't offer to play a game, he would try to talk to you and you would keep giving him the cold shoulder, if there is one thing he knows about you then it’s your stubbornness and your resistance.

“Uh, okay.” you mumble, putting the bottle down. He moves closer to you, knees brushing against your own, you look at him through hooded eyes, this feels weird. Being here, with him, like this. 

“You first.” he whispers. 

“Okay, umm.” you pause, your eyes trail down how body, stopping at his hands “never have I ever... played guitar.” you mumble, shrugging. 

Eddie chuckles as he grabs the bottle, taking the first swig. 

“Okay, never have I ever uh, worn a skirt.” he says, looking down at your lap. 

“Seriously?” you scoff causing him to chuckle as you take the bottle from him, raising it to your lips, he stares at you, as you drink. 

“Never have I ever had buzzed hair.” you chuckle as you remember a younger Eddie, with his buzzed hair. He looked cute but he definitely owns the long curly hair. 

His eyes light up at the sound of your chuckle. Smiling at you as he drinks from the bottle “you remember that?” he asks in surprise.

“I remember everything.” you mutter, your eyes dull at your own words, sometimes you wish you didn't, remember everything. 

Eddie nods, he furrows his brows as he thinks of what to say next. You eye him, smiling to yourself at the way he purses his lips and looks up for a moment before his eyes lighten up “ah! never have I ever punched someone.” 

You snort as he realizes that he is the one that also has to drink “that was dumb.” he chuckles. 

You surprise him by grabbing the bottle first and drinking the disgusting whiskey again. 

“Wait what? You punched someone? When? Who?” he asks bewildered, staring at you in shock. 

“Is this part of the game?” you ask, tilting your head.

“Doesn't matter! I need to know.” he exclaims in anticipation.

“Billy.”

“Holy shit, Billy Hargrove? he asks with wide eyes. 

Eddie never really liked Billy, he was mean, aggressive and just another one of those disgusting bullies at school.

You nod.

“When? Why?” he asks. 

“Umm a little over a year ago, he attacked Steve, Steve was obviously losing the fight as always so, I jumped in.” you explain, watching Eddie’s face fall at the mention of Steve. 

“B-But, Billy didn't touch you, right?” he asks carefully. The thought of someone putting their hands on you and hurting you left him with an angry feeling.

“No, he got really angry though and for a moment I thought he was going to hit me but Max- his little sister, knocked him out, actually.” you say proudly as you think back to the moment at the Byers house. 

His eyes widen “that little redhead?”

You nod.

“Damn, remind me to never get on her bad side.” 

You laugh “yeah, you really don't want to get on her bad side.. anyways, never have I ever... uh smoked weed.”

He scoffs, waiting for you to drink but you just stare at him, waiting for him to take the first swig “w-wait, you have never smoked weed before?” 

“Nope.” you say, shaking your head to which he just raises his brows in surprise before he reaches for the bottle “you should try, though, it might help with the panic attacks.”

“Yeah, so I've been told.” you mumble. Jonathan told you the same thing a few days ago. It seemed to help him and his anxiety, maybe it would help you too, especially with everything that’s been going on lately. 

You want to know how Eddie knows but you don't want to make him uncomfortable, maybe he struggles with panic attacks as well. Maybe that’s why he was so good at calming you down. 

Eddie looks at you nervously “m-maybe we can do it together sometime.” 

Your eyes widen, heart jumping in your chest, the plan was to stay away from here but that plan flew out the window already anyways “s-sure.” 

You kept playing, asking each other silly question, you were both warming up to each other, feeling more comfortable the longer you were stuck in this dark and tiny storage room. The alcohol was getting to the both of you and you were feeling more carefree, more bold.

“Okay, never have I ever kissed someone.” 

You both take turns, drinking from the now half empty bottle, staring at one another with an unreadable look on each others faces. 

“Never have I ever kissed my best friend.” Eddie says, testing you. He wants to find out more about your relationship with Steve, he has seen how close the two of you had gotten and even though he now knows that you aren't dating, he’s well aware that there could still be something else. 

You blink, looking down for a moment before you grab the bottle and drink, the bottle was halfway empty and you were already getting drunk. 

Eddie clenches his jaw at the thought of Steve kissing you, his hands on you. “Steve?” he asks. 

“No.” you shake your head. 

His eyes widen in surprise, he almost draws back in shock, who else could it be?

“Uh.. Robin?” he asks.

“Nope.” you chuckle.

“Y-You don't have any other friends.” he points out. 

“Ouch, you think I only have two friends?” you chuckle “keep guessing if you want to know so bad.” 

“Is it someone I know?” he asks in curiosity, he is not sure if he actually wants to know.

“Yeah.”

“Hmm.” he thinks for a moment, thinking about every person he has ever seen you with, someone you considered a friend and suddenly his eyes widen in surprise and his lips part in shock as remembers the boy he has seen you around town with a few years ago “no way.” 

You raise your brows, already growing flustered under his gaze.

“Jonathan Byers?” 

You nod and he chuckles “Jesus Christ, when?” 

“We were fifteen or something and got drunk for the first time, we also played this stupid game and then it just happened.” you mumble in embarrassment. 

Eddie raises his brows, he forgot of your friendship with Jonathan, someone who was considered an outcast and a freak as well. Eddie always thought that you were dared to befriend him, that you only approached him because you wanted to play a sick game with him but the longer, that is one of the reasons why he pushed you away in the first place but as he thinks of you and your still ongoing friendship with Jonathan Byers, he suddenly begins to feel stupid. 

You never wanted to play games, you were never dared to befriend him, you just wanted to be his friend. 

“Hello?” you wave your hand in front of him “you still there?”

Eddie blinks “y-yeah.. what did you say?” 

I said, “never have I ever had.. my first time.” you mumble, you don't know why you said that. Deep down, you don't want to know what Eddie had already done and you were putting yourself in a vulnerable position here, considering you have never gone past makeout sessions and some.. touching.

He hesitates for a moment, eyes darting back and forth and then he takes the bottle and drinks again as you had suspected already. He puts the bottle down, secretly hoping that you won't reach for it. He doesn't want to imagine you in such an intimate and vulnerable position with someone who isn't, him but he can’t imagine you being a virgin either, you are beautiful, you are sweet and you are hot, surely you have enough guys waiting for a chance with you. 

When you don’t touch the bottle, he feels surprised, he notices the flustered look on your face as you look down, feeling embarrassed all of the sudden. 

“Y-You have, never?” he asks slowly, eyeing you slowly with an unreadable look in his eyes. 

You shake your head at him “nope.” you mumble, not looking into his eyes. You no it’s ridiculous to feel jealous but the thought of him touching some girl, being gentle with her so different from how he acts with you, leaves you with a sad and miserable feeling. He would never touch you, he told you that himself. 

“Not even-” he pauses, “no one’s ever touched you? At all?” he asks, blushing. He wants to touch you. He always did. 

Scratching the back of your neck, your eyes dart back to him, your heart is racing in your chest and you feel, nervous. 

“I-I mean, yeah, someone did, we made out and.. stuff.” you mumble nervously.

“Also Jonathan?” he asks with a clenched jaw, he hates the thought of you and him together or you and Steve together, he just hates it. 

“Why should I tell you? I didn't ask who your first time was did I?” 

Eddie shrugs “couldn’t tell you anyways, I don't even remember her.” 

“Wow.” you exhale, clenching your jaw. 

He realizes what it sounds like, like he picks up new girls all the time and suddenly he finds himself stuttering, trying to explain that it’s not what you think it is “I-I just, it’s not- I’m not like that, I just, I only did it a few times but, I kinda wish I would have waited.” for you.

“Waited?” you ask, tilting your head as you look at him in interest. You had never heard a guy say that before. Usually it’s girls who regret not waiting for the right person.

“Yeah, for someone special, it’s supposed to feel better with someone you love.” he says quietly, looking into your eyes intently. 

“O-Oh..” you whisper. 

“So who was it, the person you did... stuff with.” he asks “Steve?” 

“What is it with you and Steve?” you ask, laughing “what makes you think that I’d let him touch me but not kiss me?” 

“I dunno.” he shrugs, feeling pleased with your answer. Steve pretended that there was something between the two of you but clearly there was nothing, at least not from your side. 

“It wasn't anyone you know and it wasn't even a guy so..” you blurt out, before you slap your hand over your mouth, looking at him wide eyed. 

His eyes widen as well “what?” 

“Nothing.” you say quickly.  A smirk tugs at his lips “a girl? You made out with a girl and did.. stuff with a girl?” he teases, chuckling when you groan.

“Stop saying, stuff.” you exclaim “god..”

“Who?” Eddie asks, moving closer to you. 

“N-No one, you know.” you stutter “she’s not from here.”

“Well, what did she look like?” he asks with a curious look on his face. 

You shift around uncomfortably as you look anywhere but at his eyes “uh.. dark, curly hair.” you start, Eddie tilts his towards you, urging you to continue “brown eyes, tattoos..” you trail off as your eyes dart down to the tattoo on his arm. 

Eddie stares at you, unmoving and it makes you nervous, the longer you stare at him. 

“Dark curly hair, brown eyes and tattoos?” he repeats your words, a puzzled expression on his face “for a moment, I thought you’re describing me.” he laughs, leaving you a blushing mess. 

You blink “uh, anyways.” you mumble, closing your eyes you shake your head, wanting to change the subject quickly before he figures it out. The girl, looked like Eddie and that was perhaps the only reason why you were attracted to her, you feel ridiculous, everywhere you go, you try to look for someone like him, someone who has the same warm brown eyes as him.

Eddie seems deep in thought as he stares at you, his eyes soften the longer he does, you gulp, eyes flickering between his brown eyes and his plump lips “i-it’s your turn.” you mumble, pushing the half empty bottle towards him. 

There was something that was pulling the two of you into each other, whether it was the alcohol that made you act upon your feelings or whether it was something much deeper than that, this, you two, are bound to happen and you both know it, at least deep down. There’s an understanding when you look into each other’s eyes, this unspoken thing that was always there, that you have always been afraid of because it's just too intense, too deep, too strong. 

He smirks, you had started with the bold questions, now it was his turn “never have I ever touched myself.” he whispers, chuckling as your eyes widen. You shake your head, licking your lips as you reach for the bottle, fingers brushing against his as you do so. A blush appears on his face, as you look into his eyes while drinking. 

Suddenly he realizes that it was a bad idea to ask this question as he feels.. something.

Eddie shifts uncomfortably, the thought of you laying in your bed in nothing but your panties, the moonlight lighting up your room as you touch yourself and moan out his name, while your fingers are deep inside your wet cunt makes his dick twitch in his pants. As ashamed as he felt about thinking of you this way, knowing that you most likely didn't feel the same; he thought about this before. He thought of you when he was fucking himself with his own hand, he thought of you when he fucked girls, he couldn’t even remember the names of. 

Eddie is always thinking of you, always. 

“Eddie?” 

“W-What?” 

“You have never touched yourself?” you ask, innocently, batting your eyelashes at him. You would have never, been this bold if it wasn't for the large amounts of whiskey you had already consumed. 

“Oh.” he mumbles, drinking again, growing redder under your gaze. 

You smirk to yourself as your eyes move down his body, eyes widening at the obvious tent in his pants. 

He hasn't caught you staring yet, so you quickly avert your gaze, squirming in your seat. 

“I don't know what else to ask.” Eddie mumbles, he’s as red as a tomato as he stares at you and you would have burst out laughing if you didn't feel the same.

You swallow, your breathing gets heavier as you think of your next words, you shouldn't say this, you really shouldn't but the stupid alcohol in your system says otherwise “never have I ever thought about kissing someone in this room.” you say and reaching for the bottle right away, taking a swig. 

“You’re supposed to lead with something you haven't done, sweetheart.”

“We have never played by rules, Eddie.” you point out.

There’s no way you thought about kissing him, Eddie thinks to himself, it’s just too good to be true. 

Eddie takes the bottle from your hands, expecting him to put it down on the floor but instead he drinks too, causing you to gasp in surprise, no, there's no way that Eddie thought of that. 

“I don't believe you.” Eddie mumbles after putting the bottle down, pushing it away from both you and him “you’re just drunk, silly girl.”

You look at him with a questioning look on your face. 

“That means you’re just talking shit.” 

You scoff, rolling your eyes in annoyance. He is doing the same thing he did on Friday, he doesn't believe a words you’re saying. 

“That’s bullshit. I’m saying the truth, i always do but you never believe me— everyone always thinks that they know what i’m thinking or what I’m feeling and when i open up, they don’t believe me and neither do you! You never believe me Eddie! You think you have me all figured out but you don’t know shit, so what if i thought about kissing you? Doesn’t matter anyways right?” you draw in a long breath after your rant, looking away from the shocked expression on his face, your eyes move down his body again. 

Eddie is speechless, sitting there, he just stares at you in shock and surprise. What you said, wasn't exactly a lie. He did think that he has you all figured out, he never believed you, he never thought you had good intentions, he didn't believe your feelings or you.

“And so what if I'm drunk? You’re horny.” you mumble gesturing to the tent in his pants, rolling your eyes. 

Eddie’s eyes widen even more, staring at you, he starts stuttering as he tries to hide it which only makes you giggle, causing him to get even more embarrassed. 

“Stop it.” he warns, you wish that the room was lighter so you could see how red he truly is. 

“What made you so hard, Eddie?” you giggle.

“Y/n, stop.” he whines, closing his eyes. 

“Wasn't me right? Considering, you said you’d never fuck me or touch me.” you shrug, thinking back to all the things he said to you, just a few days ago. 

“I swear, stop it.” 

You stop giggling and lean closer, looking at him with a serious expression on your face “make me.” 

Eddie looks at your lips for a moment and suddenly he lungs at you. 

For a moment you think he is going to kiss you but instead his hands find your waist, fingers digging into your sides, he starts tickling you as he pushes you down against the floor. You gasp in shock before you burst out laughing. 

“No... No!” you laugh as you throw your head back, trying to crawl back which only makes him hold you even tighter, laughing as well as you try to push him away.

“Eddie!” you squeal, trying to push his hands off of you, he moves on top of you, your skirt rides up on your thighs and so does your shirt as he keeps tickling you “s-stop.” you laugh, tears blur your vision from how hard your laughing. 

“I’ll stop, if you stop.” he chuckles as he looks at down at you, eyes widening as he realizes the position you are in. 

You buck your hips, accidentally rubbing yourself against him and suddenly you stop laughing, eyes widening as you gape at him. A moan leave his lips making you gasp in surprise. Eddie stops tickling you, instead he is just staring at you with wide eyes, embarrassment rushes through him as he realizes what just happened but he can't move away from you, he is almost as stiff as he stays on top of you with his hands on your waist and as he really takes in the sight in front of him, he almost lets out another moan. 

You stare up at him through your lashes, your lips puffy, your hair is disheveled, your shirt rode up on your body, exposing your naked skin and your skirt, leaves nothing to his imagination, it’s pushed up to the point where he can almost see your panties. His eyes trail down your body, your thighs are spread as he sits in between them, you look like a goddess beneath him and he wants nothing more than to worship your body. 

“Eddie.” you gasp, you can feel him, against you, the outline of his cock against your aching core. His heart flutters at the way his name just left your pretty lips.

His dark hair falls in front of his face slightly, his eyes are dark, almost black as he keeps staring at you, trailing up and down your body until they finally settle on your face. His cold hands grip your waist tightly, his rings digging into your skin. You bit your lip as you as your eyes move down his body, the cold silver chain pressed against your inner thigh. 

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, you want him. 

You are both in shock, eyes meeting with a desperate glance, your fingers touch his hands and it feels as though he is pushing himself even closer against you. Your pupils dilate and you bite down harder lip. Eddie moves his hand from your waist, pushing it up your body until he cups your face, thumb lingering on your bottom lip “y/n.” he whispers.

What the hell is going on? The voice in your head says, the longer you feel him pressed against you, staring at you with those warm brown eyes of his. 

Only as Eddie jumps off of your body and he grabs your waist to pull you up, do you realize that the voice wasn't just in your head but right behind you. You turn around, heart dropping to your stomach as your eyes skip right past your uncle who looks at you and Eddie, instead your eyes meet the ones of your brother. 

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Glances Unnoticed

Parings: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Summary: Dustin drags you out into the woods with none other than Steve Harrington to look for the creature that had eaten your cat. You get roped into a lot more than you bargained for and old wounds are reopened and realizations are made at the end of the night. You just wouldn’t expect to end the night with Steve Harrington spending the night. 

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, mentions of injury. angst to fluff!!

Word Count: 6.8K

A/N: This fic has taken me the longest out of all I’ve written and it’s also my favorite. I love a good angst to fluff. ALSO, let’s pretend that Steve wasn’t on his way to Nancy’s house to apologize and that he and Nancy broke up after season one!!!! Okay thanks :) Feedback is always apreciated!!!

“Y/N! Y/N, come on! It’s an emergency!” You groaned and put the pencil in your hand down as Dustin attempted to knock down your door. You opened your door and Dustin stumbled a bit, smiling sheepishly. 

“What Dustin? I’m trying to get homework done.” You sassed as he walked into your room. He looked frazzled. 

“I sent mom to go look for Mews.” He started and you shrugged. 

“Okay? Did someone see her?” You furrowed your eyebrows. Why was he telling you this? 

“Mews is dead.” 

“What?” You blinked. 

“Mews is dead and I really need your help! Do you remember all of the demogorgon shit that went down with Eleven last year? Well I may have accidentally raised a baby demogorgon and it ate our cat and now he’s on the loose.” You stared at Dustin, mouth agape. “Oh, and Steve is here.” Dustin motioned to your doorway and you turned to see none other than Steve Harrington. 

“What the fuck, Dustin? Your little pet ate Mews? Do you know how much mom loves that cat?” You scolded, running your hands down your face. “And how are you even gonna catch this thing? It could be miles away by now!” 

“We have a plan.” You turned back to Steve who looked incredibly out of place in your house. 

“Of course. Enlighten me,” you rolled your eyes and grabbed your jacket from your bed, slipping it on. You followed Dustin and Steve outside to his car. 

“We have bait. We just gotta lead Dart to the junkyard and capture him–”

“Kill him.” Dustin and Steve said at the same time. You raised an eyebrow at the two as you all got into the car. You let Dustin have the front seat as he continued his conversation with Steve. 

“We’re not killing Dart, we’re trapping him and putting him somewhere he can't escape.” Dustin argued. 

“You literally just said it was a mini demogorgon. We’re killing it, Henderson.” Steve deadpanned, pulling out of your driveway. 

“I second that,” you piped up, raising your hand. Steve gave Dustin a pointed look and Dustin crossed his arms, sinking in his seat. The car ride to the railroad tracks was filled with Dustin and Steve’s bickering and you tried to think back to why you even agreed to help the two. 

You knew Steve from school. He was a year older than you and you had heard all the infamous rumors of ‘King Steve’ throughout your high school years. Somehow you had gotten mixed up with him, Nancy, and Jonathan last year and had all fought a monster from another dimension together. Steve was a senior now and the last you had heard about him was that he and Nancy had called it quits. You had talked to Steve maybe a handful of times after your shared near death experience, but you had kept yourself busy with school and extracurriculars like band and being head of the yearbook design. You thought he was attractive, sure. The guy was well dressed and had a pretty face. You wouldn’t complain if you had to look at him. And it turns out he isn’t as big of an asshole as you had thought. 

You all reached the train tracks and Steve stopped the car. You all piled out and stood at the trunk as Steve and Dustin pulled out buckets of raw meat and gloves. Steve shoved a bucket into your hand and you scrunched up your face. He pulled the familiar bat with nails sticking out of it out of his trunk next and then shut it. 

“I’ll trade ya,” Steve put on the gloves and took the bucket from you, handing you the bat. You smirked as you tossed it between each hand.

“Yeah, this is much more of my speed.” Sarcasm dripped from your voice as the three of you set off. You walked in front of the two, avoiding the raw meat they were throwing onto the tracks behind them. 

“So… about that girl you like.” You heard Steve start. You raised your eyebrows but kept walking in front of them, eavesdropping.

“What do you do when you like a girl, Steve? What did you do with Nancy?” Your eyes widened at the mention of Nancy Wheeler. 

“Oh well, you just gotta act like you don’t care. It pulls them in quick, man.” Steve stumbled over his words and you bit your lip to keep from laughing. 

“That’s how you treated Nancy?” Dustin continued to bring up Nancy. Not very cool of you, little brother. 

“No, Nancy was– she was different. And it doesn’t even matter. We broke up over half a year ago!” Your head tilted just a bit at his words, mulling them over in your mind. 

“Well this girl is different!” Dustin argued, sounding exasperated. 

“Woah woah, you’re not falling in love with this girl, are you?” Steve’s tone shifted, resent seeping through them. 

“No, no.” Your brother replied softly. There was a brief pause before–

“Good. She’s only gonna break your heart and you’re too young for that shit.” You frowned. Nancy Wheeler had really done a number on him, huh? You kept walking as the silence between them lingered. 

Steve’s gaze lingered on your back, watching the slight sway of your hips and how your white sneakers kicked at the railroad ties. “Farrah Fawcett spray.” 

“What?”

“Use the shampoo and conditioner and when your hair’s damp, not wet, okay? When it’s damp, you do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray.”

“Farrah Fawcett spray?” Dustin echoed and you smiled. 

“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett. You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass.” You pursed your lips. “You too, Y/N.” You finally turned to look at the two. 

“Oh yeah, because I’m just dying to give away Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington’s biggest secret.” You joked, twirling the bat in your hand. “Some of us have real things to worry about.” You jabbed, turning back around. You were almost to the junkyard. 

“Y/N, you have zero social life, you do realize that, right?” Steve argued, clearly you had struck a nerve with him. 

“But I do have a 4.0. It looks great on my college applications,” you called over your shoulder, smiling to yourself. Dustin smirked up at Steve, appreciating his sister’s wittiness. 

“So that’s where you get it from,” Steve muttered to Dustin, rolling his eyes and continuing to throw out bait. Dustin grinned up at him.

…

“How come the only person helping me is Y/N and this random girl?” Steve yelled at Lucas and Dustin. The boys grumbled out insults to each other and reluctantly started helping Steve.

“I’m Y/N, by the way. Dustin’s older sister.” You introduced yourself as you and ‘random girl’ carried scraps of sheet metal to the bus. 

“I’m Max. You and Steve an item?” You choked on air at her question, your face heating up. You dropped your sheet metal and braced yourself with your hands on your knees, choking on nothing. You recovered after a second and turned away from her so she wouldn’t see the blush covering your face. 

“No way, he’s still hung up on Nancy Wheeler.” You picked up the sheet metal and continued walking beside Max. 

“His longing stares towards you every minute would say otherwise.” Max scoffed, placing the sheet metal next to the bus. She picked up a hammer and nails and started nailing the metal to the side of the bus. You joined her, trying to shake off her words. 

“Longing stares, my ass.” You mumbled, lining up the nail and getting ready to hit it. 

“Yeah, sometimes at your ass.” 

“Max!” You missed the nail, a loud clang sounding out. “Uncalled for.” You turned your focus back to the task at hand. 

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry. But seriously. I’ve been here for half an hour and the amount of pining I’ve witnessed from him is insane.” She continued, working on another piece of metal.

“What’s insane?” You jumped, missing the nail again. You groaned. 

“Nothing, Steve. You all set up on the other side of the bus?” You finally hit the nail on the head.

“Yeah, we’re good to go. Sun’s setting as we speak.” Steve clicked his tongue, helping you and Max nail the last pieces of metal to the bus. 

“Her name is Max,” You spoke up, tilting your head towards Max. Steve looked at you, then to Max. 

“Steve Harrington. You’re Hargrove’s younger sister.” He knew he recognized the redhead from somewhere. 

“The one and only, unfortunately.” She muttered, finishing up her piece and stepping inside the bus where Lucas and Dustin were. 

“Was it something I said?” Steve frowned, hitting in the last nail for that piece of metal. You had finished yours now too and you shrugged.

“Come on, it’s about to get dark.” You suggested, picking up your supplies and stepping into the bus, Steve behind you. You were self conscious of Steve behind you now after the conversation you and Max had shared. Your face felt hot as you quickly moved to sit down against the rusted side of the bus. Steve sat down a bit farther from you, leaning against one of the old seats by the emergency exit on the roof where Lucas was. 

You frowned at Dustin’s rudeness towards Max as the two got into it. Their quarrel ended and Max huffed, turning to climb up the ladder to the roof with Lucas. 

“Good. Show her you don’t care,” Steve flicked open his lighter again and snapped it closed, extinguishing the flame. 

“I don’t.” Dustin snapped. Steve turned to your brother and winked at him. “Why are you winking, Steve?” Steve quickly averted his gaze, hurt flashing across his features for a moment as he tried to brush off Dustin’s harshness. 

“Dustin, don’t be like that. And that is horrible advice, Harrington.” You called him out from across the bus and your brother scowled at you. You could tell Dustin was down bad for Max. You stood up and walked over to the two, leaning against another discarded seat. 

“Guys! 10 o’clock!” Your head snapped up to Lucas and you rushed to a window, Steve finding the one next to you as you both looked where Lucas had seen the monster. 

“It’s not taking the bait.” Dustin knitted his brows together. The monster was just standing there, sniffing the bait but not actually eating it.

“Maybe it’s tired of cow.” Steve shrugged and picked up his baseball bat, walking towards the doors of the bus. 

“I’m coming with you,” you spoke up, finding an old crowbar next to one of the pried up seats. You grabbed it and followed behind Steve.

“No way, Henderson–” You cut Steve off by shoving him out the doors. 

“Shut up and just go.” You whispered, walking beside him to where the baby demogorgon was sniffing around. You raised the crowbar ready to swing when Lucas called out to you both again. 

“Watch out! 4 o’clock!” You snapped your head in that direction and felt your stomach sink. There was more than one of these things. Steve stayed where he was. You and Steve were now back to back, weapons raised and ready for a fight. 

“You ever fought before?” Steve spoke over your shoulder. You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. 

“Yeah, remember the Byers’ house last year? Freshman year was also interesting,” you squeezed the crowbar in your hand as the monster started towards you. As it was about to jump onto you, you swung as hard as you could, sending it into a nearby car. You continued to swing as more pooled out from the ruins of the scrap yard. 

As you were swinging at a dog running at you, another was jumping onto you from the other side. It bit down on your arm and you yelled, ripping the creature off. It fell to the ground and you brought your crowbar down onto it, smashing its head.

You could hear Steve grunt and the smack of his bat behind you. You were both outnumbered. 

“Henderson, run!” He yelled, turning to face you. You took one last swing at one, earning a whimper from the dog-like creature as it flew back and then Steve was pulling you by the arm back towards the bus. You cried out as his fingers dug into the fresh wound you had received. He shot you an apologetic look and pushed you inside the bus. He ended up with his back flush against your front as he closed the doors. You stumbled back, acutely aware of how close he was and fell into the driver’s seat. He jumped back as the dogs started attacking the door and landed in your lap. If your face wasn’t red earlier, it sure as hell was now. 

“Shit! Sorry, Y/N.” He cursed, scrambling off of you and pulling you to the middle of the bus away from the door, this time by your good arm. You looked behind you to see a wide-eyed Dustin. He tackled you in a hug as the scratching from the outside of the door died down. He pulled away after a moment and then punched you in the arm. 

“What the hell, Dustin?” You yelled at him, rubbing your arm where you had just been assaulted. 

“Don’t you ever do that again!” He scolded. 

“Oh yeah, like I wanted to almost get mauled by a gaggle of baby demogorgons!” You threw your hands in the air. Dustin glared at you for a moment longer before Max and Lucas were dropping down with the rest of you. 

“They’re going somewhere,” Lucas supplied. You and Steve shared a look. You didn’t like where this was going. 

…

You walked out of the bathroom, having cleaned and wrapped your wound and went to find Steve and the kids. You had been assigned babysitting duty along with Steve, the two of you were in the kitchen as the kids discussed getting involved.

“No! We are on the bench! And we will stay on the bench until we are needed to play. Does everybody understand?” Steve threw a towel over his shoulder and jutted his hip out, hand resting on it.

“This isn’t some stupid sports games!” Mike argued. You couldn’t help but have sympathy for the boy. His best friend was being puppeteered by some monster from the Upside Down and he had just learned that his girlfriend was alive and had been with Chief Hopper this whole time. It had to be a lot to take in for him.

“I said, does everybody understand?” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for a response. A quiet chorus of agreements sounded from the kids and that satisfied him. You froze as a car revved into the driveway of the Byers. 

“That’s Billy. He’ll kill me– kill us if he finds us here.” Max panicked, looking to Lucas specifically. All the kids shared anxious looks. 

“I’ll go and talk to him. You all stay here– and keep an eye on them.” Steve directed the last part towards you. You nodded back at him and stepped back further into the house so Billy wouldn’t catch sight of you. You mentally face palmed as the kids piled up on the couch to peek out the window. 

“Stand back here, he’ll see you guys.” You hissed, paranoid. You knew Billy was a tough guy. He was most certainly a douche, but you knew the guy was jacked and that you might not put up a good fight against him. The kids didn’t budge and you swallowed. You heard them all gasp and you found yourself thinking the worst. All the kids ducked out of sight away from the window.

“Do you think he saw us?” Dustin whispered. The door getting slammed open answered his question and the kids got up quickly, piling behind you as you stepped away from the door. 

“Do my eyes deceive me? Y/N Henderson and Steve Harrington all in one night! What the hell are you doing with my sister,” Billy spat. He strode towards you and the kids retreated further. You stood up taller, putting on a facade of fearlessness. 

“Where is Steve?” You grit through your teeth. Billy was in your face now and your chests were almost pressed together. 

“You with Harrington, now? Little miss 4.0, band nerd and the dethroned ‘King of Hawkin’s High’, huh? You could do so much better.” Billy whispered in your ear before he pushed you back. You were thankful for the Byers’ dining room table behind you as you stumbled back, catching yourself on it. He turned his attention towards the kids and before you could stop him, he was grabbing Lucas by the collar of his shirt and slamming him against the china cabinet.

 “I told you to stay away from my sister!” Lucas kneed him in the crotch and Billy let go of him, allowing him to scramble back to his friends. “You’re so dead, Sinclair!” Billy roared, but a hand was on his shoulder, turning him away from you and the kids.

“No, you are!” Steve. You stood in front of the kids again, acting as a shield as Steve landed punches on Billy. Billy started laughing, making your blood run cold.

“Turns out you got some fire in you after all! I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everyone has been telling me so much about.” Steve’s chest heaved, high on adrenaline. He pushed Billy against the counter, punching him in the face. You watched Billy’s hand creep along the counter, grasping a ceramic plate. 

“Steve!” You called out, but he had already smashed the dish against the side of Steve’s head. Your feet were moving before you could process and you were ripping Billy by the back of his shirt away from Steve. He whipped around to face you, hand flying up to grip your throat. His other hand wrapped around your bandaged injury, digging his fingers into it. Your eyes filled with tears and you tried to scream, but only a choked whimper sounded out. 

“Look, Harrington. Your princess is here to rescue you!” Billy laughed, hand tightening around your throat. Steve came up behind Billy, sweeping his legs from beneath him and he fell, but you had been brought down with him. Steve pulled him off of you and you sucked in a breath of air, coughing in the process as tears rolled down your cheeks.  

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Steve flipped Billy beneath him and raised his fist. He had gotten a few good hits in before Billy was flipping them around. He punched Steve in the face over and over again and you watched as Steve’s head lolled to the side limply with each hit. 

“Stop!” You begged, trying to push him off of Steve. “You’re gonna kill him!” Billy was off of Steve and on you before you could even blink. He backhanded you, your head hitting the wooden floor with so much force you swore you saw stars.

“What’s it matter to you, Henderson?” He scoffed, punching you one last time before another dish was sacrificed for your own well-being. Billy fell back from you and Max jabbed one of the syringes filled with the medicine that had knocked out Will into his neck.

“What did you do, you little shit?” Billy fell onto his back away from you and you scooted backwards as Max crept towards Billy.

“You are going to leave and you will never bother me or my friends again.” You crawled over to Steve on the other side of the room as Max threatened Billy.

“Steve, come on. Wake up,” you sat beside him, hands smacking his face ever so lightly. His face was a bruised and bloody mess. His eyebrow and lip was split open, his hairline matted with dry and fresh blood, left eye swollen. He didn’t budge. 

“Y/N, come on. We gotta go,” Dustin was tugging on your hand and you looked up at him. “You look like shit,” he added quietly, taking in the discoloration of your face. 

“He’s not waking up, Dustin.” You said dumbly, ignoring his last remark. Your brain was still trying to catch up with what had just happened and your throat hurt. 

“We’ll bring him with us, but we have to go. A party member needs assistance.” Dustin helped you to your feet and you stood there for a second, blinking away the dizziness. You helped Mike and Dustin carry Steve to Billy’s car. 

“Can you drive?” You turned around to face Max, squinting so you could only see one of her instead of three.

“I don’t think I could if I wanted to right now. My visions fucked.” You rasped out, blinking and willing the dizziness away. 

“Looks like I’m getting some practice in,” Max huffed, opening the driver's door. You got in the back with your brother, Mike and an unconscious Steve. Lucas sat up front with Max as she started the car, jerking it out of park and stepping on the gas, jerking all of you backwards. God help you stay sane through the rest of the night.

…

You sat in the passenger seat of Steve’s car, Dustin in the back and Steve driving just like you had started earlier that day. You were all silent, mulling over what had happened that night. Your head was killing you, Billy’s hits still having a lingering effect on you. You were sure Steve was fairing way worse, but he was doing well enough that he could drive you and Dustin home. Your vision still wasn’t faring too well. Billy must’ve hit your head in just the right spot to where he screwed up your eyesight.

Steve pulled into your driveway, silence still drowning you out. Dustin got out without a word, clearly exhausted from today’s events. Your heart hurt with the fact that he had already gone through so much shit and he wasn’t even in high school. You went to leave, but a thought stopped you, your hand resting on the door handle. 

Steve Harrington’s parents were never around. It was obvious with all of the parties he used to throw and how he could basically do whatever he wanted at any time. You felt your stomach sink at the thought of Steve going home to be by himself when he was still obviously hurting– mentally and physically. You knew how long the night had been for him. It was late into the night and all of the lights in your house were off, you knew for a fact that your mom was asleep. She wouldn’t see Steve come into the house and he could easily leave out the window in the morning since your room was on ground level. 

“Hey, Steve?” You spoke up, voice still strained. He looked at you, still silent. Your lips formed a thin line. You couldn’t let him go home alone. “Do you maybe wanna come in? I can help you take care of your… face.” You smiled awkwardly, shoulders raising in a bit of a shrug. He stared at you for a moment. 

“Yeah, yeah that sounds nice.” He finally said, pulling the keys out of the ignition. You gave him a real smile this time, finally getting out of his car. He followed you to the front door and you opened it for him, letting him inside. You led him to the bathroom that was in between you and Dustin’s room. You flicked on the light, opening the door more, letting him in. You opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed some gauze, disinfectant and some bandaids, to which you almost missed because of your poor eyesight. You ducked down, opening the cabinet under the sink. You pulled out a washcloth and closed the door back up, standing up straight. You looked at Steve behind you in the mirror and saw his gaze tracing up your figure. You coughed, bowing your head and turning on the faucet as your face heated up for the millionth time that night. You wet the washcloth and turned off the faucet stepping to the side. 

“Sit,” you instructed, pointing to the edge of the sink. He hopped up without a word and you stepped in between his knees, reaching up to dab the washcloth on his split eyebrow. You squinted as you worked, vision becoming clearer when you did so. You didn’t want to mess up Steve’s face anymore than it already was. 

You were so focused on cleaning the right place on his face that you didn’t see the small smile that crept onto his cut lips. Steve watched you, eyes scanning your face with a soft gaze. He thought the concentrated look on your face was adorable. 

You moved onto wiping his hairline, then his nose, then finally his lips. You stepped back from him, satisfied with your work and grabbed the disinfectant, dabbing it on the clean side of the cloth and wiping at his eyebrow. He winced, flinching back as the cloth made contact with his cut. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.” You whispered, pulling the cloth away quickly. 

“It’s okay,” he grabbed your wrist gently and led it back to the cut on his eyebrow. He held it there for a moment before he was letting go, hand falling to rest in his lap. You dabbed at it a bit more and then set the cloth down. 

“You should probably shower, then you can put a bandaid on it. I’ll see if I can find some clean clothes for you.” You started to open the door, but he grabbed your hand, twisting you back around to him. 

“Sweetheart, I’m not the only one who’s worse for wear.” Steve tsked, pulling you back. He hopped off the counter and grabbed a washcloth from the same place you had. Mimicking your process and wetting the cloth. He brought it up to your temple, wiping the blood away. You tried not to cringe as your headache flared up again and your vision became fuzzier. He finished in that spot and moved on to your nose. “Oh, your nose is definitely broken. That shithead,” Steve cursed, dabbing extremely light so he wouldn’t hurt it more. 

“I was the one who intervened.” You shrugged, suddenly finding the floor more interesting. 

“You didn’t have to do that, you know? I had it all under control.” He furrowed his eyebrows, tongue poking out as he continued cleaning your face.

“Yes, because being pummeled while unconscious just screams ‘I have it under control’.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, maybe not, but you didn’t need to do any of that. I mean shit, Y/N look at your neck.” You turned to look at yourself in the mirror and cringed at the line of blue and purple that circled your neck. 

“My mom’s gonna kill me.” You breathed, fingers reaching up to trace it. 

“You could just say you got a hickey.” Steve shrugged, discarding the bloody cloth with his own on the edge of the sink. 

“In the shape of a hand? Yeah, very believable. I think she would die and go to heaven if I got a hickey in the first place,” you mumbled, turning back to face him. “Thank you.”

“Only returning the favor, Henderson.” He smiled back at you. You bent down to pick up the dirtied washcloths, fully intending to throw them out so your mother wouldn’t see and opened the door. 

“I’ll go find you some clothes. Be back in ten,” with that, you closed the door. You walked to your kitchen, throwing the cloths in the trash and covering them up with other garbage. You then went into the coat closet, knowing that your mom kept some of your dad’s old clothes in the closet. You weren’t sure why she was still holding onto his things, but for the first time it came in handy. You pulled a t-shirt down, sweatpants, and some socks. You piled the clothes in your arms and made your way back down the hall, being as quiet as you could to not wake up your mom. 

“Y/N?” You jumped out of your skin and you turned around to see Dustin standing in an old baggy science shirt and some pj pants. He rubbed his eyes. “Who’s in our shower?” 

“Uh, Steve.” You offered, smiling tight lipped. 

“Steve?” 

“Yeah, uh. Steve Harrington. You know, the one with the hair–” “Y/N, I know who Steve is. Why is he in our house?” Dustin stared at you, mouth slightly agape. 

“Because I invited him in.” You shrugged, the clothes in your hands rustling against your shirt as your arms moved. 

“You invited him in? To like– stay the night?” Dustin pried. Dustin obviously wasn’t convinced. Or he was convinced of a completely different idea unknownst to you. He knew that you liked Steve, even if you hadn’t really realized it yet. Dustin was witness to the prolonged stares and touches and it seemed tremendously obvious to everyone except for you two that you liked each other. 

“Yeah. I felt bad just leaving him alone at his house. You saw what happened to him tonight,” you tried to argue. 

“Or maybe you just didn’t want him to leave you alone?” Dustin smirked, raising his eyebrows. Your jaw dropped at his insinuation. 

“Don’t be stupid, Dustin. Go to bed. It’s literally almost four in the morning.” You shooed him to his room. He laughed to himself as he walked towards his room. “Goodnight, Dusty.” You spoke before he closed his door. He popped his head back out, curls a mess on his head. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He smiled, genuinely this time. He closed his door and you continued to the bathroom, clothes for Steve in hand. You tapped your knuckles against the door. 

“Come in!” Steve called and you opened the door. You froze in place, almost dropping the clothes in your hands as your eyes fell upon a shirtless Steve. You stood there for a moment before a hand snapped in front of your face. “Henderson?” 

“Shit, sorry. These are for you. My room is to the right of this one, just when you’re done, come to my room and knock before you come in so, you know, you don’t walk in on me naked or something like that–” 

“Y/N, thank you. I’ll be there in a minute.” Steve grinned at you, taking the clothes from your hands. You snapped your mouth shut and spun on your heel, quickly leaving the bathroom and rushing to your room. You closed the door and cringed. 

“Why do I open my mouth?” You groaned, striding across your room to your closet. You pulled out your oversized band tee and your sleeping shorts, laying them out on your bed. You pulled your shirt over your head and undid your bra, chucking them into the laundry basket in the corner. You unzipped your jeans and slid them down your legs, stepping out of them and tossing them as well. You slipped on the t-shirt and shorts and breathed out, feeling better now that your dirty, grimey clothes weren’t on you. 

You sat down on your bed and looked over to your desk. The light was still on and your half-completed homework sat where you had left it. You thought about completing it and you walked over, looking down at the desk but frowning when the words blurred into each other. No chance you were getting that done anytime soon. You jumped when you heard a knock at your door. 

You opened it and there stood Steve. He was in the sweatpants and socks you had given him, but the shirt was nowhere to be found. Moles dotted his torso like constellations. His hair was damp, but still had some volume to it. You thought back to earlier that day when you had found him standing in your doorway, looking incredibly out of place. He didn’t look so out of place anymore. You could get used to it, in fact. 

“Sorry, I usually sleep with no shirt, if that’s okay with you?” His voice became timid, eyes searching your face for any dispute. You closed the door behind him as he walked in.

“No, that’s fine. I-I don’t mind. You can have the bed,” you pointed to the bed over your shoulder. “Sorry I don’t have Farrah Fawcett spray.” You joked, moving to throw a pillow and a blanket down on the floor for yourself but Steve spoke up.

“Haha,” he said flatly, “and no way, this is your house. You’re letting me stay over too,” he disagreed, moving to sit on the floor where you had thrown the blanket and pillow. You couldn’t find the energy to fight with him on it, so you sat on the bed, shuffling under the comforter and pulling a pillow under your head. You listened as Steve shuffled around on your floor and got comfortable. Silence filled the room. 

You stared at your ceiling, replaying the night events in your head. You looked down at your arm that had been bitten by one of the demodogs, the bandage soaked through in a few small places. You should probably look at it, but you didn’t budge. Your vision remained blurry and your throat hurt like hell. You felt tears spring to your eyes. You bit your lip, holding back whimpers and sniffing. 

“Y/N?” A head of hair was popping up from beside your bed. “You okay?” You sucked in a breath, swallowing the lump in your throat. 

“Can’t sleep,” you managed. “I think he messed up my eyesight. Everything’s been so damn fuzzy since he backhanded me.” You confessed. Steve was sitting on the edge of your bed by you in a second. 

“I thought it was weird you were squinting so damn much. That fucker.” You were scared that Billy had taken a part of your life away. You knew he had taken your peace of mind already, and you resented him for that, but he had also taken your good eyesight which was permanent as well as the demodog’s bite on your arm; a physical reminder of the hellish night you had lived through. 

“Do you think I’ll ever feel normal again? Like even after last year and the demogorgon; I don’t think I’ve had a good night’s sleep. I’ve been paranoid constantly. I never really healed from that, and tonight? It’s like it reopened old wounds and now I have this god-awful reminder twenty four-seven of what happened tonight.” You whispered, eyes still on the ceiling. 

“I know what you mean, trust me,” you turned to face him. His eyes were on you, deep brown boring into your soul. “We can only try our best. But I can tell you that this time you don’t have to do it alone.” He offered a small smile.

“Can you come up here?” Your voice was small, afraid of rejection but also desperate for him to be by your side. 

“Of course,” he breathed, and you scooted over, making room for him on the bed. He bent down and grabbed the blanket and the pillow on the floor. He put the pillow beside your own and slid under the covers with you, draping the blanket over the both of you. 

You made sure there was a space in between the two of you, but you were both facing each other. The once suffocating, awkward silences you had shared were now comfortable. 

Steve looked at you– really looked at you for the first time since the car ride to the railroad tracks. You looked exhausted to your core, your once bright eyes now dull and unfocused. Your nose was still at a crooked angle and your lips were parted ever so slightly. Despite all of it, you were one of the most beautiful– if not the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Steve almost kicked himself for never realizing just how breathtaking you were. You were also impossibly smart, witty, funny, caring, honest, and tough. It all clicked for Steve at that moment. He liked you. And he wasn’t mad about it. He didn’t get the sinking feeling he did when talking to other girls after Nancy. You just felt so… right. Everything about you was perfect. 

“Do I have something on my face?” You questioned after he had been staring at you for a couple of silent minutes now. Your face grew hot under his gaze.

“No, no. I just kinda realized something. Even though it’s been practically staring at me in the face all day.” He laughed, tucking his arm under his head. 

“I don’t think I could pick up on anything if it was staring at me in the face in the midst of the chaos today.” You smiled at his laugh. You liked it when he laughed because his eyes crinkled at the edges and his nose scrunched up ever so slightly. It was cute. “What is it?” 

“You’re incredibly beautiful. It’s unfair.” He breathed, tongue poking out to lick his lips. A light smile grazed his face. You stared at him a moment longer before you started laughing. 

“Oh my gosh, good one, Harrington.” You said in between giggles, shoving him in the chest playfully. Your laughter died down and Steve’s stare never left you. “Wait, you’re not joking?” You blinked, wide-eyed. 

“Okay we need to work on your self esteem issues… but no, I’m not joking, Y/N.” You felt the air get knocked out of your lungs. You stared at him, probably looking like a fish out of water with your mouth agape. 

“What?” Your voice was so quiet that it was barely heard by Steve. “You think I’m pretty? What about Nancy?”

“I prefer beautiful– drop dead gorgeous even,” he grinned at you, propping himself up on one of his elbows. “I loved Nancy, but I’ve moved on. Stuff wasn’t working between us and I don’t think it ever would’ve. It’s been like over half a year.” 

“So you’re not in love with Nancy anymore?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Nope. I’ve found someone way better,” his eyes flicked from your lips to your eyes for a moment before– “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded dumbly, unable to form words and Steve snaked the hand he wasn't propped up with to your back, pulling you closer towards him. You looked up at him and he leaned down, lips meeting your own. His hand that was on your back moved to your side, finger brushing along your ribcage. You held his face in your hands, pulling him down farther into the kiss. He shifted to where his body was over your own, the hand that he was using to prop himself up moving to the side of your face. His tongue traced your bottom lip and you opened your mouth a bit, allowing him further access. You trailed your hands further down, hands running down his shoulders and gripping his forearms. The muscles in his arms twitched beneath your touch. The hand he had on your side moved down, going underneath your shirt and trailing upwards, fingers softly skimming your stomach. You gasped and Steve smirked into the kiss. 

You pulled away, out of breath and rested your foreheads together, eyes still closed. His hand under your shirt continued to run up and down your body, retracing your form. Your hands squeezed his biceps and you finally opened your eyes. Steve was staring back at you, eyes crinkled at the edges and a dopey grin on his face. 

“You are gorgeous, Y/N Henderson. You’re smart, witty, funny, brutally honest, kind hearted and so beautiful.” His breath tickled your nose and you smiled up at him. 

“You are beautiful too, Steve Harrington. You’re brave, level-headed, compassionate, loyal, stubborn, goofy, and so beautiful.” You kissed him again, wishing you could relay the honesty in your words. The both of you pulled away and Steve laid back down beside you, hands still lingering on your skin. He pulled your back flush against his front and wrapped his arms around you. The two of you stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other's presence. A thought occurred to you. 

“Max said something at the scrap yard earlier,” you turned your face just a bit towards Steve. He hummed, encouraging you to keep going. “She said she had noticed you staring longingly at me.” You chuckled as Steve scoffed. 

“Okay I may have found myself staring at you once or twice.” He admitted, arms pulling you closer to him. He moved his face to the crook of your neck. 

“She said you were staring longingly at my ass.” Steve shot up from the crook of your neck and cleared his throat, coughing a bit. You waited for his response. 

“Yeah…” he paused, “maybe once or twice.” 

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[desiccatedwithering]

The others are fine-tuning the plan, and Steve, for once, is grateful that they haven’t bothered to ask for his input. He wouldn’t have anything useful to say. Not now, when stress and fear are a rope around his neck, choking him more and more as they close the distance back to Hawkins. Not when he can see a hundred different ways that this could go wrong, could all come crashing down on their heads. Not now, when Robin’s concern is rattling around in his head, when it’s taken on a life of its own, shaking him and screaming, “Someone is going to die!”

They’re spread too thin, fighting on too many fronts. They’re not being smart about this. But he’s dumb, too dumb to figure out a solution, too dumb to offer up anything other than “No, no, no, this will get everyone killed.”

The thought of leaving Max and Lucas and Erica alone makes his teeth hurt, makes him genuinely sick to his stomach. They’re children.

And worse than that, Lucas and Erica are both associated with Hellfire now. The whole town will be hunting them, out for blood. What if Erica gets spotted? Jason wasn’t afraid to get in Nancy’s face in public, and Mike’s in fucking California right now, couldn’t possibly be involved with helping Eddie. So what will he do if he finds the Sinclairs, in the middle of the night, all alone, with Max in a trance?

Steve should stay with them. Keep them safe.

But—

Vecna—or Henry or One, whatever—he’s like El. Sure, he’ll be in a trance when they get to the house, but once they light him on fire? He’s gonna wake up, and he’s gonna be pissed. And Steve isn’t sure how much help he’d be against someone with superpowers, but three against one is better odds than two against one. (And a part of him thinks he’s justified in worrying that a gun might not do much, not when the Upside Down has apparently transformed him into an even bigger monster. Bullets didn’t stop the demogorgon. Who says they’ll stop Vecna, even if he used to be a normal man?)

And then there’s Eddie and Dustin, and he can almost convince himself that they’ll be safe. But the wounds in his sides are throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and he knows that Dustin is loyal to a fault—“You die, I die”—and for all Eddie’s talk of being a coward, Steve knows that he isn’t, and—

Fuck it.

The others are so caught up in rehashing the plan that they don’t even notice that he’s gone off course until he’s parked and marching out of the RV.

“Wh— Steve! What are—?”

“I’ll be right back, Rob. Two minutes.”

“Where—?” The rest of Eddie’s question is cut off as the RV door swings shut.

Steve jogs up the drive, gritting his teeth at the flare of pain in his sides, and pounds on the door. “Tommy? You home, man? It’s Steve!”

A moment later, the door is yanked open, Tommy spitting, “What the fuck, Steve? You—” He stops abruptly, eyes raking over Steve from head to toe and back again. “Fuck, Steve, you look like hell. What happened?”

Steve grimaces. He doesn’t bother to answer the question; there’ll be time to explain later, if he’s right about this. God, he hopes he’s right about this.

Carol appears behind Tommy—which is a relief; he’d hate to have to do this twice—and gives Steve the same once over, eyes narrowing. She opens her mouth, closing it again when he shakes his head slightly.

“I hate to do this,” he says, “but you remember the promise we made? When we were nine?”

Tommy’s eyes widen, and his shoulders go rigid. “Steve?” he asks, and he sounds— fuck, he sounds terrified. Steve closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath so he doesn’t turn tail and run. He prays to a god he doesn’t believe in that it’ll be enough. (A tiny, selfish, awful part of him almost hopes that it won’t. But he squashes that voice down. They don’t have another choice; they need more help.)

Carol pushes past him, reaching out for the hem of Steve’s shirt and lifting it delicately. Steve doesn’t protest. Her mom’s a nurse; she’s always been able to tell when he’s hurt and hiding it. No point trying to conceal gaping holes in his sides if he couldn’t sneak something as minor as a sprained wrist past her.

She clearly wasn’t expecting it to be this bad, though. She gasps, her hands trembling where they hold his shirt. “How—? Who—?”

“What the fuck?” Tommy asks, face pale, expression queasy.

Steve knows how it looks, the massive blooms of blood soaking into the makeshift bandage. (He’d say it looks worse than it is, but it honestly hurts like a bitch.)

“I’m sorry,” he says, sure that remorse is bleeding from every pore. He hates, hates, hates himself for dragging someone new into this mess yet again. “But I could really use some help.”

“Fuck, Steve. Of course,” Carol says instantly, looking like she’s about to march off to track down whoever did this to him and make them pay.

Steve glances at Tommy again. His jaw is clenched and his hands are balled into fists at his sides, but he meets Steve’s eyes and nods. “Whatever you need.”

“It’s dangerous. Deadly,” Steve says, almost frantic. As much as he needs their help, he needs them to understand what they’re getting into. “You might not—”

“Steve,” Tommy says. His hand comes up in a familiar move, then stops just in front of Steve’s shoulder, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch. “We made a promise.”

Steve nods, throat too tight to say anything. He’s distantly aware that tears are welling in his eyes, but he doesn’t bother trying to hide them. All he can do is close the scant distance between them, leaning into the pressure of Tommy’s hand almost desperately, hoping the gesture shows even a fraction of his gratitude.

Tommy nods back and repeats, “Whatever you need, Stevie.”

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things ficlet #stranger things #steve harrington #my ficlet #my writing #my post #uhhh gotta think of a specific tag in case i write more #ficlet: the most popular kids in the apocalypse #afkjlas;fj i might change that but it works for now #idk what this is exactly but my brain wouldn't let me fall asleep until i wrote it the other day so #enjoy? #tommy hagan #carol perkins #my fic

[eashmo]

7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 7 💋

-Made For Me-

Warnings: SMUT we finally got SMUT!!!, fluff, and a lot of angst. Billy is an extremely soft boyfriend to y/n that it hurts my soul.

A/N: this is a long chapter also Yes, I had a heart attack with writing the smut wish I had that shit.

i hope i did it justice, i'm a pro at reading smut but not a pro writing it lol.

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*y/n pov*

During the drive back, I could feel his eyes on my entire time.

"Do you need something." I ask, amused.

"Don't mind me, princess, just admiring your gorgeous face." He tenderly says.

"Since when did Billy Hargrove turn into a sap?" I teased.

Chuckling "since you punched me." He lightly says.

Shaking my head, " I love you, you idiot." I grinned.

"I love you too, nerd," he matches my grin

Thankfully, the parents were on a business trip because a semi drunk billy was a loud billy.

"Baby hush, we don't want to wake up the whole damn neighborhood." I whisper, he hollers as put my hand over his mouth. Of course, he licks it. Rolling my eyes as I get him to the front door. Getting up the stairs into my room where I discover that he would turn into a brat. Getting him to take a shower was a bitch because all he wanted to do was fall asleep at the desk chair.

"Quit being a brat and go shower. You smell like a distillery." I giggled.

"No." Is all I got.

"Well then, no kisses or cuddles for you on this comfy bed." I point to my unmade bed from racing out of it earlier.

"Fine whatever women, only because I like you." He reluctantly got up, giving me a peck on the lips.

"Nah, it's because you love me." I say teasingly.

"I'm starting to regret using those words." He laughs

Sticking my tongue out, he laughs harder as he exits the bedroom.

Hearing the water rushing through the pipes, I got up to get spare clothes from my brothers old room. I wish Mikey was still here, but nothing lasts forever. Right?

My brother died a year before Billy showed up. We got separated, and I finally discovered he was actually killed by a demogorgon at the school trying to protect the kids. That's what El told me. I just don't want Billy to find out that he moved to a "cursed" town, not yet anyway. Maybe that's me being selfish now because he would leave.

The government prohibited us from talking about certain events anyway. It's been hard not telling him the truth. Christ, his step sister knows now of the upside-down. I just hope he doesn't fall to the same Fate like my brother or meet something worse than a demogorgon.

I hear the water stop , and the bathroom door opens, revealing Billy, the towel hanging dangerously off his hip, water droplets falling down his California sun-kissed chest to his navel. Gulping, I look up into his eyes.

"Like what you see, baby?" He smirks.

"Yes I do but I'm exhausted and would like to go back to see because someone had to ruin my beauty sleep." I lazily say with a hint of crankyness

"Here," giving him the clothes. "There are my brothers. They should fit."

"I didn't know you have a brother." He says.

"Had a brother, I try not to talk about him." I sadly say as I walk back to my room. Ignoring his eyes that held so many questions. "Come on, handsome, let's sleep for a bit." I held a hand out.

*TIME SKIP SUNDAY MORNING*

*smut incoming*

After breakfast, we sat on the couch watching Gremlins. I couldn't help the notice how close his body was to my own. The space between us felt heavy, my eyes full of unspoken desire to be consumed by him. His thigh rested near my own, I want nothing more than run my hands along his thigh. To feel his warmth underneath my fingertips, to just feel him. I clenched my hands, "You're aloud to touch me, baby girl." He notices me hesitating. Of course, he noticed I didn't want him to. I was supposed to be watching the movie, but my mind could only think about him. Turning his head full towards me, he gently places his right hand on my left hand and spoke in a husky voice. "Is everything okay, baby?" I looked into his eyes for a few seconds and smiled.

"Yes, just thinking about someone. That's all." He tilts his head.

"Who are you thinking about?" He's asks. I whisper a singular word.

"You"

He holds my gaze, I see more details about him that I never noticed, Noticing the way his soft lips were slightly damp from sweeping his tongue over them. Desire was sizzling through the air. A desire of wanting to taste him in many ways, a desire to kiss those lips and run my fingers through his blonde hair. He leans towards me, maintaining eye contact. I inhale his intoxicating scent as his lips hover over in front of my own, we are only inches apart, our lips touch, which makes my body starts to tremble. previous kisses couldn't compare to the fiery sparks i felt whenever i kissed him. I can't control the tension anymore.

I press my lips harder to his. He immediately kissed back with the same force, we become desperate and feverish, our lips moving faster. Our bodies are melting into one. I can feel every inch of him, but I need more.

His hands wonder to my hips as mine threads through his hair, pulling him closer. I exhale through the kiss as it slows down, savoring every bit of his sweet taste. He drags me on top of him, making me straddle his hips with my thick thighs. My clothed crotch presses against his own. With this, I can feel he's becoming hard, which makes me shiver as I start grinding against him, he growls.

"God, you are so beautiful. Like this, trembling to my touch. " He groans.

Billy pushes me onto my back. The couch cushions feel like clouds as His body came down with me. He grinds his pelvis into mine slowly. His kisses become dominant. I pull my head away, breathing heavy. " This is my first time." I mumbled has He buries his face into my neck. He stills and looks into my eyes. "Are you sure you want me to continue?" He asks with concern.

"Y-yes, please, I don't want it any other way." giving him a breathy response.

Grinning "as you wish princess." He resumed kissing my neck, trailing down to my collarbone.

"Tell me what you want, moan it to me, baby girl." He says while taking the hem of my sleep shirt and pulling it over my head. He scans my bare chest and my tummy with desire. I shyly covered myself. "I'm sorry for being chubby," I say with sadness.

"Beautiful, your body is perfect. You were made for me." Removing my hands and drops down kiss my curves.

gripping the hem of his shirt, pulling it off him, admiring his half-naked body. "I-i want you all of you." I shyly say as i pull him down to kiss his lips. I nibble his lower lip, gently pulling on it, which ejects a moan from him. His moans make me want to melt into a puddle. He sits up between my legs and takes my sleep shorts, leaving me in pink laced underwear.

His eyes look at me with desperation. He plays with the elastic of my underwear. Using my feet struggled to slide off his sweat pants, billy takes them off completely, I see his cock bulging through his boxers. I make eye contact with him and say, whimpering, "I love you." He smirks and removes his boxers, his cock sticks out almost straight, he's already fully hard. Jesus, he's big.

He teases me by kissing the inside of my thighs, trailing down to my core. "So wet for me baby" He dives in with no mercy, gasping my hands immediately when to his hair, his lips kissing and sucking my clit as a finger enters me, I start to loudly whimper and grind myself on his tongue and fingers. With a loud pop he pulls away from my weeping pussy. "You taste as delicious as i thought."

His kisses trail up my stomach, to my chest to finally stop at my mouth. He mumbles, " I love you so much," into my mouth. Weaving my fingers into his hair. Tugging the strands slightly, he gave me a guttural growl.

“Are you sure you want this?, use the word mustard if it's too much” he says.

Giggling “Stop teasing me. And fuck me already” I bite back playfully.

"yes, ma'am", He strokes his cock with a few pumps making it harder. He pulling off my underwear, slowly enters my pussy. Gripping his arm tightly as he bottomed out into me. My eyes screwed shut. When they said it hurt they weren't lying.

“You okay baby?, do you want me to stop?, just say the world i will stop, i don't want to hurt you precious” he quickly says.

“No, no, I'm fine, just move already.” I gritted my teeth. 

His strong hands grab my thighs to spread my legs., his cock stretching me. He continues at a slow pace, moans of pleasure emits from both of us, My body started to become more desperate and I thrust myself up causing his cock to enter me more. This executes a long, low growl from him. He pushes my thighs back down firmly, but not enough to cause pain. Billy holds himself inside me for a few seconds before pulling out almost all the way. He then slams his cock inside of me and back out again. I clench the cushions with my hands, gasping his name. This fuels him to go faster and harder. I close my eyes and bite my lower lip holding back from moaning more.

“I wanna hear you scream, princess.” His pace gets faster. the sound of skin on skin echo through the empty house.

Billy pulls out. “Sit up” he demands while he sits on the couch. I follow his command, his hands grasp my waist, and he pulls me on top of him.

“Me on top? I don't wanna squish you,” I say

“Just shut up and fuck me, nerd.” he snarls. This sends a shiver down my spine. mounting his stiff cock and starting bouncing on him. I lean over him slightly and place my hands on his body. I begin to move my body quicker now, feeling his cock enter and exit me repetitively. He thrusts his cock inside of me at the same time in a fast motion, my body feels like it’s going to explode. My tits bounce with the fast motion “You’re such a good girl,” he moans.

“I’m your good girl,” I say back, one of his hand go to my waist, the other holding both wrists behind my back as he trusts harder. My pussy tingles with delight and my legs shake slightly “Oh god, I’m going to cum” I exclaim.  

"Mine." he growls in my ear.

"yours" i gasp as hold on to him.

His moans send electricity down my spine as i clamped down around him. I put my face in the crook of his neck and suck, his moans persist more, this time loud and faster. his body filled with the need for release. My moans turn into screams, not caring if anyone overhears. “Please Don’t Stop” I manage to demand through a scream. My body feels hot and ready to cum again. Billy's eyes squint and his head throws back. I feel like my body is going to explode with delight. It feels too good, I let myself go and become overwhelmed. I gave out one final scream as my body felt like it was lit on fire with sparks flying everywhere, Billy dismounts me from him as he came onto his stomach, I whimper from already missing him being inside of me. 

“Is it always like this?,” heaving breathing while I collapse on top of him.

“No this was something different.” regaining his breath, feeling it too. Circling his arms around me. 

“What was it then?” i questioned 

“I never experienced it, but I think that's what making love feels like” he grins.

Grinning back at him, I kiss him. “I could get used to this” I thought.

“Can we keep our relationship a secret for a few days? I don't want to hear the drama just yet." I asked.

“Sure thing, sweetheart, I understand.” he says with a small smile.

He glances at the clock “ shit, I have to go, my father is going to kill me.”

Previous Chapter

Part 8

Masterlist

2023

#Spotify #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove scenario #billy hargrove fluff #stranger things #dacre montgomery

[kikidoesfanfic]

Demogorgon daily prompt for the word Lucas on the Stranger Things Writers Guild! G

Assume the setup for this is Steve carrying Eddie into the ER all bloodied and heroic before eventually collapsing cause sepsis and concussions and such and such and ending up in the hospital as well. It's been a few days, Max is awake cause El, Eddie is cleared, things are great.

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"-eel safer when you're around, even Mike." Eddie surfaces disoriented, hears a voice but can't quite place it in the moment of groginess with the beeping and the stark white room assaulting his eyes and the hospital smells burning at his nose. "You know he'd never admit that though."

A pause.

"Louisville beat out LSU by eleven yesterday, it was a pretty good game, I thought maybe we could watch it, I got my dad to... tape it... for me." Lucas, the voice is Lucas, wobbly as it gets towards the end. "The finals are tomorrow so, you should hurry up and wake up, you know? You're gonna miss it. I know Indiana didn't get very far but, you like Louisville right?"

Eddie cracks his eyes back open slowly, brightness of the room a lot less harsh the second go around, and looks over towards where Lucas is sitting. His back is facing Eddie and he's perched in a chair at someone's bedside, *Steve's bedside*. which, shit, the last thing Eddie remembers is... huh, bats, telling Dustin he loved him, Steve's worried face hovering over him.

So what happened to Steve?

"I have to go soon, Mom wants help setting up Max's room, she's gonna stay with us until she can get the casts off her arms, remember?" Lucas sighs, "I think she was hoping you'd wake up before she got sent home, it'll be hard to bring her to visit."

Eddie doesn't know if he should interrupt the moment, Lucas' voice taking on that wet quality that signals tears, Eddie's never been the best at dealing with tears. Hasn't been the best at dealing with Lucas in general really, which, he grimaces, is something he still needs to fix.

"Steve. Come on man you have to wake up soon. You promised to take me to see the Pacers, who else is gonna do that?" A sniffle, and Eddie can see Lucas wipe his sleeve across his face. "None of the other's even came to my game, but you-"

He sobs, a cut off quiet sound hand coming up to cover his mouth, and it gives Eddie time to feel like shit about that one before Lucas continues. God he was a dick about that, Steve had chewed him out about it too.

"I was on the bench and you still came." Lucas' voice lowers to a whisper and he adds, "you have to get better, Steve, nobody else understands like you do."

He stands, taking a deep breath to settle himself he grabs Steves hand, giving it a pat and then fiddles with his blankets so they sit just so.

"Dustin will be here in a few, I'll see you soon, Steve, rest up." Call Eddie a coward, though he thinks he's earned a few weeks leeway on that at the very least, but he quickly snaps his eyes shut before Lucas can turn. He shouldn't have heard any of that, it wasn't for him, he has things to make right with the kid but now's not the time for that either.

Lucas pauses at the foot of Eddie's bed on his way out, taps the railing twice before he goes on his way.

Yeah, they definitely need to talk, Eddie thinks as he opens his eyes again to look over at Steve resting quiet in his bed. He's got a few apologies to make, jocks aren't all bad, after all.

Ao3 link will go here eventually lol

#stranger things #lucas sinclair #steve harrington #eddie munson #my fic #KikiDoesFanfic #stranger things writers guild

[xtrafluffyteddy]

Well that’s new

Pairing: vampire! Eddie munson x reader, demogorgon hybrid! Steve harrington x reader, mindflayer! Billy hargrove x reader

Mentions: cursing, cuteness, biting

Part of the monster house series which I’ll be making a master list for soon

You were in the middle of embalming a body when your assistant ran in saying there was a very shaken up man on the phone for you. You were quick to give your clipboard to go he assistant besides rushing towards your office slamming your door closed so your assistant couldn’t hear anything.

“Baby why are you calling me at work? Is everything okay? Is someone hurt?“ you heard what sounded like loud squeaking from the other line followed by some clatter and then Billy’s loud cursing. “Steve? Steve? What was that?” You were panicking at that point stomach tied up in knots as you thought about the worst case scenarios but you were snapped out of it by Steve saying “please come home” before the line went dead.

You were frantically gathering all of your stuff when your assistant knocked lightly on the door causing you to jump. “Are you okay?” She asks softly still clutching her clipboard “I’m fine I just need to get home, family emergency” before she could ask more on the issue you were already out the door and racing down the road heart racing.

When you get home you run inside as fast as you can “BOYS!” You shout out only to hear muffled squeaking followed by Steve and Billy cursing and what sound like them struggling with someone or something.

You rushed towards the garage where the source of the noise was coming room swinging open the bedroom door only to see Billy holding a writhing pillow case and an out of breath Steve but no sign of Eddie anywhere. “Are you okay?! What happened?! Where’s Eddie?!?” You quickly checked the two men over only finding small scratches and tiny bite marks.

“We have no clue” Steve mumbles beginning to scratch at the seam of his face/mouth like he usually does when he’s anxious “Eddie said he was just gonna practice his guitar in the garage since according to him it has better acoustics then we heard a loud crash, but when we went to see what had happened Eddie was no where to be found only this stinky little bat” Billy held up the writhing pillow case that was now squeaking quite loudly

You let out a soft sigh and gently take the pillow case from Billy’s grip figuring the poor little bat must be scared shitless. You gently open the top of the pillow case only to be met with a familiar pair of big brown eyes. “Eddie? You murmur with confusion only to be met with a pitiful squeak and a little nod.

“Oh you poor thing” you coo softly gently lifting Eddie from his pillowcase prison. “That’s Eddie?” Steve asks as you tuck Eddie into the front of your shirt to stop his shaking “kinda like him like this” Billy mumbles as Steve reaches out to pet Eddie’s comically large ears earning him a few happy squeaks

Once everything had settled down you all made your way back to the house deciding to sit on the couch and set Eddie on the table so he was facing all of you. “So Ed’s you don’t know what happened?” Eddie squeaks then shook his head no before flopping down in defeat his ears drooping. You clutched your heart at how cute Eddie was even if the situation was strange “aweeeee” you coo scooping up Eddie so you can smoosh your cheek against his fluffy one.

The next few days were….weird to put it lightly. Bat Eddie was more of a menace than regular Eddie was. He would squeak up a storm when he wanted something and if no one answered his squeaks and taps of his little claws he’d resort to light biting followed by more squeaking only louder. He also found evil joy in shitting where ever the hell he pleased which always seemed to be Billy’s workout equipment much to the man’s anger and annoyance. He also loved sitting on you or Steve’s head and tangling himself up in yours hair like it was his own personal nest.

Eddie had been a bat for about 2 weeks when it finally happened. You were holding him in your lap scratching behind his ears like he likes when suddenly there was a huge puff of smoke that blinded you and sent you into a coughing fit while you tried to fan it away. When most of it finally dispersed the first thing you noticed was the heavy weight on your lap followed by Eddie’s wild brunette hair coming into view. “Didja miss me sweetheart” Eddie chuckled pressing kisses all over your face and neck “mmm of course I did Ed’s but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t gonna miss bat you” Eddie gasped dramatically clutching his heart falling off your lap like he had been shot giving you a view of his very naked self.

“Ed’s go get dressed” you giggles only to receive another dramatic gasp from the man now on the floor “and now you don’t like to see me naked anymore?!?” God how you wound me” you rolled your eyes before the both of you made eye contact bursting out laughing.

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie st4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #werewolf steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington my beloved #steve the hair harrington #steve the mom #demogorgon Steve harrington #mind flayed! billy hargrove #billy hargrove my beloved #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove #vampire eddie munson

[cherrydreamer]

I'm still thinking about that S4 scene where Joyce and Hop find the weird lab in the prison- the one with the cut up dog and the swirly particle things- because I kept assuming we'd see Billy at every turn, so naturally I'm imagining that, instead of finding the grate, Joyce spots a door, solid and metal and with a lock on the outside, and she and Hop assume there's another Demogorgon in there, but when they ask about it, (Hopper threatening the guard until he finally speaks) the guy just smirks and says it's where they're keeping the Host. Then he gestures over at the floaty particles and says how they've been trying to put those back into him, back into the Host, but that he's still fighting. Still pushing it out.

But then the guard laughs, a horrible, cackling sound, and says "But we will break him. We're close. He's been fighting too long, no one can fight forever."

Something about his tone has them both feeling sick to their stomachs, but Hop goes to the door anyway. Pulls back the deadbolt. Wrenches the door open. And he finds a half-starved Billy curled up in the corner, barefooted with manacles on his red-raw wrists and ankles.

And he looks up, but there's no sign of recognition when he sees Hop standing there. Instead he smirks, big and wide, tongue flicking out over chapped lips and showing a mouthful of bloodstained teeth and says something like, "Well, you're a lot better looking than the last guy they sent," and spits right on Hopper's boot.

#not harringrove #but i'm clearing out some drafts #so have some AU S4 angst #cherrywrites #s4 spoilers #st spoilers

[sourwolf-sterek32]

The Chief’s Daughter

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

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: language, blood

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Chapter 7-

The Mustang wouldn't start. Probably a broken radiator if you had to guess which was why you found yourself following the train tracks through the woods with Steve Harrington and a bunch of kids.

"Tell me again, why we're going after this Demogorgon?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"Because they're crazy, that's why." Max responded and you found yourself agreeing with her.

These guys were crazy. This whole situation was crazy and it might be the concussion that was definitely still effecting you, but you were still having trouble believing what you had just seen.

The kids had the audacity to look offended by the redhead's response, but none of them had the chance to say anything in defence before a voice suddenly shouted in the distance.

"Hello? Who's there?!" The male voice called out, causing you all to stop in your tracks. "Who's there?!"

"I know that voice." Steve whispered, motioning for the rest of you to follow as he took the lead and within a minute you found yourself walking out the woods towards a tall wire fence that surrounded the Hawkins lab.

Wait, was this the lab that El escaped from? It had to be.

You were so focused on the large building behind the tall fence that you didn't even notice the car parked in front of the closed gate or Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers staring at the group of you in confusion.

"Steve?" They both question in utter shock.

"Nancy?" Steve replied with equal amounts of shock.

"What are you doing here?" Nancy questioned.

"What are you doing here?" Steve questioned back as you all walked over to them.

"We're looking for Mike and Will." She answered like it was meant to be obvious.

"They're not in there, are they?" Dustin asked, pointing towards the lab beyond the fence.

"We're not sure."

As if on cue, familiar growls echoed through the still night air. The growls came straight from the lab. Dart had gone to the lab and by the sound of it, there were other Demogorgons there too.

Nancy glanced over at you and frowned a little like she only just realised you were there before her head snapped towards Steve.

"Isn't that the new girl from school? She shouldn't be here and why is she covered in blood?"

Steve glanced over at you, his eyes flashing up to the cut on your forehead before turning back to Nancy, "she's the Chief's daughter and she saved our lives."

"And she killed two Demogorgons." Dustin added.

"Seriously?" Nancy and Jonathan both asked in surprise.

You opened your mouth to respond, but didn't get the chance when suddenly the power seemed to get switched on, the laboratory lighting up before the tall electronic fence began to open.

"Finally. Jonathan, c'mon." Nancy quickly said, rushing over to her car.

"Whoa, wait, wait-"

"We're going to see what's going on. Wait here." She said, cutting Steve off before she climbed into the car and sped off through the gate towards the building.

"What do we do now?" Lucas asked, watching the car drive off.

Steve just shrugged his shoulders, "I guess we wait."

You leant against the side of the fence, your head still thumping while you mentally started to tally up how much it would cost to fix the Mustang, but that was just making your head hurt worse, so you quickly stopped thinking about it.

A few minutes later, two headlights came speeding back towards the gate and you watched in confusion as Nancy's car sped straight past before the second car skidded to a halt in front of you all.

It took you a solid five seconds before you realised that it was the Chiefs vehicle and then took you another few seconds before realising that Hopper was in the driver's seat.

He rolled the car window down and shouted at you all to get in, but had to do a double take when he saw you standing with the others.

Hopper was here. He was still here... he hadn't just taken El and left town. He hadn't abandoned you like you thought he had.

Steve was quick to open the back door and the kids all piled inside before he followed, leaving you with the passenger seat and you reluctantly climbed inside. You could feel your fathers eyes glued to you, but you just stared out the side window while he tapped the car into gear and sped off away from the lab.

"What are you guys doing here? What happened to you?" Hopper questioned and without looking you knew the last part was aimed at you.

"What happened to me? What happened to you?!" You snapped, turning to glare at him.

"Huh?"

"You've been gone for days. You left me again! I thought..." You trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud, but the by the sudden guilty expression that washed over him, he knew what you meant.

"Shit, kid. I wouldn't just pack up and leave you." He said causing you to chuckle almost hysterically.

"That is rich coming from the man that abandoned me six years ago."

"Y/N, I didn't-"

"Didn't what?" You challenged, turning in your chair to face him. "You abandoned me."

"I loved you." He responded, sparing a glance at you before focusing back on the road as he drove.

"That was love?"

"Yes. Yes, it was."

"Oh, okay. Then why did you leave?" You asked, aware that Steve and the kids were listening, but you didn't care.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"If you loved me so much, why weren't you there? Why did you leave me?"

"I tried." He argued, his hands tightening around the steering wheel as he spoke. "I always tried-"

"You weren't there. You were never fucking there! You left! Sara died and you fucking left!"

"Enough!" Hopper shouted, raising his voice louder than you had ever heard it causing you to flinch before he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Nobody said anything for the longest time, the car eerily silent. You lifted your legs up and hugged your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top and stared out the window.

"Look, I'm sorry for raising my voice." Hopper eventually said after a few minutes of tense silence. "That's a lot of blood on your face. How badly are you hurt?"

"Like you care." You muttered under your breath, keeping your head turned to the window.

Hopper sighed and you tensed ready him to start yelling, but instead he glanced to the others through the revision mirror and spoke to them.

"Harrington, you wanna tell me why you kids were at the lab? And why my daughter is bleeding from the head?"

"We were following Dart." Dustin answered.

"What?"

"A small Demogorgon. We were following a Demogorgon." Steve quickly clarified.

"You were what?!" Hopper questioned in shock. glancing over his shoulder at them.

"Y/N already killed two of them." Max added.

You felt your fathers eyes back on you, but you kept looking out the window before he sighed.

"Jesus Christ. Okay, is anyone else hurt?" He asked, turning the car onto the main road.

"Uh, no, no, we're all okay." Steve answered, after looking over all the kids to double check. "Y/N probably has a concussion though."

There was no probably about it. You definitely had a concussion, you knew that for certain. But were you going to tell Hopper that? Absolutely not.

"Okay. We're going back to the Byers and I'll explain everything there."

After that, nobody said anything else and you continued to stare out the side window in silence until the car pulled up in front of what you assumed was the Byers house and you all climbed out.

You sat on the couch while Mrs. Byers applied a couple butterfly bandages to the cut on your forehead, the others all discussing and explaining what was happening. You found out about the Mind Flayer that had apparently taken over Will Byers and that there was a gate to the Upside Down open in the lab along with a bunch of tunnels under Hawkins? You honestly weren't sure if any of that was correct, your concussion making it really hard to focus at this point.

"She going to be alright?" Hopper asked, walking over to you and Joyce.

"She definitely has a concussion, but the bleeding has stopped. She'll be fine." Joyce reassured and Hopper physically relaxed hearing those words. "Why didn't you tell me that you had a daughter, Jim?"

"Don't take it too hard. He never told anyone about me." You said, speaking up for the first time.

Hopper glared at you, but didn't say anything in response before he turned to Joyce, "can I have a minute alone with her?"

Joyce nodded before quickly packing up her small first aid kit and walking away, leaving Hopper standing in front of you, his eyes glued to the butterfly bandages with an uneasy expression.

"You should have been more careful."

You rolled your eyes, "I saved their lives."

"Yeah, and you could have lost your life doing it." He snapped, anger staring to rise in his voice.

"Like you'd give a shit anyway." You mumbled softly to yourself.

"Can we not do this?" He asked, motioning between the two of you. "We got bigger things to deal with instead of this petty arguing, okay? Can we both just agree to be adults right now?"

You wanted to argue, but knew he was right. The Mind Flayer had taken control of Will Byers and once the boy wakes up the Mind Flayer will know exactly where you all were and would be coming. That was the thing you needed to be focused on.

"Yeah."

Hopper nodded, "okay, good. Where's El?"

You frowned in confusion. Wait, he didn't know where El was? How could he not know?

"I thought she was with you... she was gone the same day you were."

"Shit." Hopper sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

In the end, it was decided to take Will out to the garden shed where the Mind Flayer wouldn't be able to pinpoint your location. Joyce, Jonathan, Mike and Hopper would try and get through to Will in hopes the boy knew how to kill the Mind Flayer.

The rest of you waited impatiently before Hopper discovered that Will was trying to talk through morse code and after some messing around, the words 'CLOSE GATE' was deciphered.

Will wanted you to close the gate. Would the Mind Flayer die if you closed the gate?

"Close the gate in the lab and the Mind Flayer dies? Is that what the kid is trying to tell us?" You asked from where you were sitting at the table with an icepack to your forehead.

"I think-" One of the kids began to say before the house phone began to ring loudly.

"Shit, shit." Dustin swore, sprinting across the room and hanging up the phone.

"Do you think he heard that?" Max asked, glancing through the window to the garden shed.

"It's just a phone. It could be anywhere. Right?" Steve asked hesitantly.

You opened your mouth to try and reassure the group before the distant growls of Demogorgons echoed from outside.

Yep, the Mind Flayer definitely knew where you all were. Shit.

A few seconds later, Jonathan, Joyce and Mike rushed back into the house. Will unconscious in his brothers arms as Jonathan laid him down on the couch before Hopper closed the door behind himself now holding what looked to be some kind of bolt-action rifle.

"Hey, get away from the windows!" He instructed, looking at the kids.

They all quickly listened and jumped away from the windows while everyone looked around in panic not knowing what to do.

"You remember how to use this?" Hopper asked, holding the rifle towards you.

You nodded taking the gun and checking the chamber before actioning bolt on the side and aiming at the front door.

Steve was quick to grab his spiked baseball bat, Hopper with an assault rifle, Lucas with his slingshot and you were pretty sure Mike had picked up a candle holder or something, but you kept your focus on the front door as the growls of the Demogorgons grew closer and closer.

You rested your finger over the trigger, looking down the open sights as you took in a few deep breaths waiting for the monsters to break through the front door or windows, but it never happened.

The growls of the Demogorgons quickly turned to pained yelps and a second later one of the monsters crashed through the front window, landing in the corner of the room, unmoving.

What the fuck?

Slowly, Hopper walked over to it, nudging the creature with his boot, but it still didn't move. The Demogorgon was dead.

The front door creaked and you spun around, stepping in front of Max and Dustin protectively with the gun raised just as the door flew open and your eyes widened when El stepped inside.

Blood was dripping from her nose and it wasn't hard to figure out that she had killed the monster, but what you were mainly focused on was the new look she was rocking. Her hair was slicked back with gel and had black eyeliner on. It was different, but hey, you were pretty sure most girls went through this kind of phase at some stage.

"Eleven." Mike whispered, stepping forward as you lowered the rifle with a sigh of relief.

"Mike." El replied, the two of them meeting halfway and hugging.

You smiled softly at the young love before they pulled apart and El looked over at you, her eyebrows furrowing in concern when she saw the dry blood down the side of your face.

"Hurt." She said, walking over to you.

"Nah, kid. I'm fine."

She didn't believe you and you figured it was probably her powers and she was able to tell that you weren't exactly 'fine', but before she could say anything else you hugged her.

Hopper walked over to the two of you with a relieved expression and he tried to sound angry as he spoke, but you knew he wasn't. "The hell is this? Where have you been?"

El let go of you and turned to face him, "where have you been?"

Hopper didn't answer and instead he pulled the girl into his chest and hugged her. There was a weird little pang in your heart watching the small display of affection between them. A small part of you longed for a hug like that from your father, but at the same time, you knew you would push him away if he tried.

"You've been hiding her?" Mike asked, but it was clear the boy had already figured it out. "You've been hiding her this whole time!"

Mike shoved Hopper in the back causing him to turn around with a stern expression.

"Hey! Let's talk. Alone."

With that, Hopper pulled Mike to one of the spare rooms while El reunited with her friends and you sat back down at the table and grabbed the icepack you had been using earlier.

"You doing okay?" Steve asked, sitting down in the chair beside you.

"Peachy." You mumbled, pressing the icepack to your pounding forehead.

"That was, uh, a pretty heated conversation in the car with the Chief."

"Yeah, well, we don't exactly get alone."

"Yeah, I kinda put that together." Steve replied, glancing over his shoulder just as Mike and Hopper walked back into the room.

El announced that she could close the gate, but before she could do that, they needed to get the Mind Flayer out of Will.

The Mind Flayer apparently liked cold temperatures. So, Joyce, Nancy and Jonathan were going to take Will to the cabin and heat the place up like a sauna to get it out of the kid and Hopper was going to take El to lab and once Will was free, she would close the gate.

The rest of you were on strict instructions to stay in the Byers house and wait for them to come back. That was it and you weren't complaining. 

Steve and Dustin were currently trying to shove the dead Demogorgon into Mrs. Byers fridge because the kid claimed it was for science and Steve couldn't seem to say no to him.

You moved from the kitchen table to the couch in the main room and laid down with the icepack resting on your forehead. Max sat on the floor, leaning against the couch and talked with you because Hopper had intrusted them to not let you fall asleep with a concussion and Max was making sure of that.

"So, what's the deal with you and Billy?" She asked randomly. "I haven't seen him act like he does around you since... well, ever."

"What do you mean act the way he does around me?"

Your eyes were closed because the lights in the room were way to bright, but you weren't asleep, not with Max constantly asking you questions.

"He acts... he's happy. He's happy around you, I mean, I have never seen him smile so much and since he met you, he's been less of an asshole. Well, he's still an asshole, I think all brothers are, but he's not angry or mad at the world since he met you."

Her words hit hard and you opened your eyes to look at her, but there was no sign of sarcasm on her face. She was dead serious. But, Billy had pushed you away earlier? He was a total dick and you knew it was because of his father, but it still hurt.

"So, are you dating my stepbrother?" She asked when you didn't say anything.

"No. We're friends... well, I don't know. We kinda got into a fight? I don't even know if it was a fight, but yeah, he probably doesn't want to see me anymore." You admitted, but Max instantly shook her head.

"That's total bull."

"What?"

"He likes you. And as stupid as my brother is, he wouldn't let a stupid fight get between you guys." Max insisted and you smiled softly at her determination.

"Y/N? I need some backup in here. These little shits want to go into the tunnels and draw the Demo-dogs to them." Steve's voice suddenly called from the other room.

"The fuck would they want to do that for?" You grunted, swinging your feet off the couch.

Max got to her feet as well and the two you joined the others who were in a heated debate about distracting the Demo-dogs so El could close the gate.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, lower the volume, my head is spinning." You instructed and the kids all instantly shut up and sent you an apologetic look. "Thank you. Now, listen to Steve. We are not letting you go into those tunnels."

"But we can't do nothing!" Mike shouted causing you to wince and he instantly lowered his voice and pointed at the drawing on the wall. "This is where the Chief dug his hole. This is our way into the tunnels and this, right here. This is like a hub. So, you got all the tunnels feeding in here. Maybe if we set this on fire-"

"Oh, yeah? That's a no." Steve said, cutting him off.

"The Mind Flayer would call away his army." Dustin said, ignoring Steve all together.

"They'd all come to stop us." Lucas added.

"We circle back to the exit and by the time they realise we're gone-" Mike continued to say.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! This is not happening." Steve shouted, clapping his hands and drawing their attention to him.

"But-"

"No, no, no, no. No buts. I promised I'd keep you shitheads safe and that's exactly what I plan on doing."

"Listen to him. This plan is a suicide mission, okay? El and the Chief can handle it." You said, backing him up before the familiar sound of a car engine revving came from outside. "Wait, is that..."

Max was already rushing to the window, recognising that car from anywhere.

"It's my brother. He can't know I'm here. He'll kill me."

"Shit." You sighed, leaning against the wall.

The last thing you wanted to do was talk to Billy after how the two of you ended things and especially not with your head hurting the way it was.

Steve must have noticed because he began walking towards the door and saying that he would get rid of Billy before he stepped out the front, closing the door behind himself.

"Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?"

"Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants." You heard Steve reply before he stepped off the front porch and you couldn't hear them talking anymore, so you retreated back to the kitchen to get some more ice before realising that everything had been removed from the fridge and freezer and replaced by the Demo-dog. Perfect.

A few seconds later, the front door slammed opened and you quickly looked out the kitchen window to find Steve now lying flat on his back by the Camaro. Shit.

"Well, well, well, Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise." Billy's voice said from inside the house. "I thought I told you to stay away from him, Max."

"Billy, go away." She responded.

You rushed out the kitchen to find him standing in front of Max and Lucas, his shoulders tense and you knew he was angry. He just got hit by his father because Max had runaway on his watch, of course he was going to be angry.

"I was going to take her home." You called out, announcing your presence.

Billy spun around quicker than you thought possible, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion before he saw the dried blood on the side of your face and butterfly bandages on your forehead.

He rushed over to you in an instant, his hand cupping the side of your face as he gently tilted your head to the side so he could see the damage properly.

"I'm okay. Billy. Seriously, I'm okay." You whispered.

"You don't look okay. The fuck happened? Why are you here? Why is Max here with these boys and Harrington?" Billy questioned, not taking his eyes off the cut. "That nearly needs stiches."

"It's fine." You reassured, but it was clear he didn't believe you.

Steve rushed back into the house, breathing heavily as his panicked eyes searched the room before they landed on you and Billy and he instantly relaxed.

"Hey, man, listen-"

Steve didn't get to finish whatever he was saying as he gently grabbed Billy's shoulder which was a bad idea because a split second later, he turned around and slammed his fist into the side of Steve's face.

The guy stumbled back at step, not expecting the hit, but quickly recovered and punched back just as hard.

Billy grunted when Steve's fist hit his nose, blood instantly starting to fall from it. To your surprise, Billy began to laugh almost hysterically as he stood up straight and faced Steve.

"Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh? I've been waiting to meet this King Steve that everybody's been telling me so much about."

"Get out." Steve ordered, pushing Billy's chest firmly.

Billy let himself be pushed back as he stared at Steve, but you didn't miss how his hand tightened into a fist by his side and you knew what was about to happen. This was not going to end well. 

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[sunflowerharrington]

writing prompt: “where did you find it?” (from discord) (but i changed it slightly to “where did you find that?”)

(not read back over or anything so if you see any mistakes or out of character moments… no you didn’t)

Robin’s always been a bit of a magpie. Anything shiny catches her attention. But not just shiny things… Velvet too. And the little box she just noticed on Steve’s nightstand can prove that.

She picks it up, quietly examining it, letting the soft texture brush against her fingertips, before the door swings open. She jumps, and the box flies out of her hands, hitting Steve point blank in the forehead.

“Robin,” he says, panic written all over his face and laced within his words. “Where did you find that? Did I leave it out?”

“What is it? Planning on proposing to the love of your life, your little snookums, Miss Nancy?”

“What? No!” He says, accidentally raising his voice to a yell, quickly shoving it in his top drawer. “It was for you.”

“Steve, you know I’m—”

“I know, I know, but… You know the way Claudia and Wayne made a pact that they said if they weren’t married by forty they’d marry each other? Well, I bought that ring and was going to keep it safe just in case we both aren’t married by then too.”

Her heart jumps, leaping into her mouth. He’s… “You’re being serious?” She says, and the corners of her lips curl up into a smile. “You softie! You wanna marry me if we don’t find anyone?”

“Of course,” his own smile reaches his eyes and lips, matching hers. “I love you more than anything in this world, and since we’re platonic soulmates or whatever Eddie calls it… I just thought it would be a good idea… or something.”

“It’s not a good idea,” she says, and his eyes widen. Oh shit. Didn’t word that the right way.

“What? Oh, sorry. Sorry. I just… Let’s just forget about it, yeah?”

“You didn’t let me finish, Dingus!” She laughs, folding her arms around his waist and tugging him down so she can kiss his forehead. “That’s one of the best, most amazing ideas you’ve ever come up with.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. And I love you too.”

“So if we’re not married by… Let’s say… Forty, same as Wayne and Claudia, we marry each other?”

“Yes! Yes!” She squeals, spinning him around with her, making him laugh. “But I’m not wearing a dress! Well both go in suits?”

“Absolutely. Dustin as the ring bearer?”

“Max as the maid of honour?”

“No,” he whines. “She’ll just make fun of me!”

“That’s the whole point,” she laughs, and he pouts. “And one hundred percent no kisses at the altar.”

“One hundred percent,” he repeats. “But what if someone objects?”

“Let’s just say I’ll invite our old friend The Demogorgon to the wedding and let him loose.”

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[klausinamarink]

One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished (part 13)

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since Christmas is around the corner, I’ll be busy for the next few days so new chapter as a special treat!

It’s an endless cycle of pain. From every heavy breath to the tiniest movement, his leg just pulses in a way that it shoots the numbness through his body and Eddie would see black and white stars. His brain turns into static for what feels like hours. Then once it fades away, the adrenaline comes back, taunting him to get up. But he can’t because he registers his fucked up leg, starting the process over again. 

Eddie hates lying on the floor with all of these creepy vines around, knowing that one can slither to life and grab his ankle, but it’s the best he can do right now. He’s too tired and weak from the fight to bother attempting to sit up. He does thank any god listening for keeping the strength he had for running downstairs to save Will after the demogorgon chomped on his ankle.

He can hear the commotions in the house, both from the Wheeler family trying to restore power and from Will’s scavenging for healing items. 

Healing items. Why did he say it like that? This isn’t D&D anymore, Eddie!

Though at this point and not for the first time, he wishes this is just a very bad dream that he’s gonna wake up from.

Footsteps loudly clamber down the stairs. Eddie lifts his head up to see Will running towards him with arms full of a thick first aid kit, bottles of questionable liquid, some towels, and tons of bandages that could rewrap a mummy.

“Mrs. Wheeler is always prepared for everything.” Will says hurriedly in lieu of an explanation. He drops next down to Eddie with the supplies. He quickly opens the kit and starts pulling a bunch of things out that Eddie can’t keep track of. But then Will freezes, staring between at the items in hand and Eddie’s wounded leg.

“Hey, Doctor Will,” Eddie heaves out a chuckle, “don’t leave your patient hanging.”

It’s a weak joke but emotional distractions are necessary. At least until Eddie sees the absolute panic in Will’s eyes.

“I don’t know how to fix this.” Will says quietly.

Eddie sucks in another breath through his teeth. Looks at the ceiling and makes a quick prayer. He snaps his fingers, catching Will’s attention. “Do- shit, fuck- we have any water left?”

Will stares at him. Then he’s quickly unzipping his backpack, pulling what Eddie’s positive is their last water bottle. It remains uncracked despite how much Will had ran around earlier. There’s about half of precious water left.

”Okay,” Eddie balls the collar of his tee and pulls it to his mouth, “open it and pour it on the wound.”

Will gives him a fearful look, but Eddie’s already biting into his shitty cloth, chest heaving in anticipation. Will looks away, opens the bottle, and pours the water.

It’s not as horrible as Eddie expects, but it intensifies the pain anyways and he screams through his makeshift gag. Fuck, now he can feel the water soaking into the bloody gashes.

“Towel…” He gasps out and Will is quick to delicately dab it on his leg.

It goes on like this for a long time. Eddie quickly pointing to the rubbing alcohol and the bandages while Will follows, his panic ebbing away to tired determination. In the end, half of his leg throbs under the various bandages. His ankle feels much more raw. His jaw hurts from clenching so tight.

But they’re not staying here. Will doesn’t say it, but Eddie knows from his campaigns that spilled blood guarantees monsters. And even though they killed the demogorgon, who the fuck knows if there’s another lurking nearby?

It’s an agonizingly slow process. Every step on his bad leg sends up painful jolts. He’s certain that he can feel the blood draining out of the wound and, boy, doesn’t that make his stomach lurch.

Despite the fragile support of their remaining spear and Will’s own helping hand, Eddie makes it out of the Wheeler house and onto the street. But the strain on his body and the instant awareness of being vulnerable out in the open is making him sweat.

One house down and Eddie falls to the ground. He’s shaking so bad he can’t even hold himself.

“Eddie, no!” Will starts pulling at his arm. “Get up! You can make it!”

Eddie weakly laughs, “N-No-” He stops, feeling his stomach seize and racing up to his mouth. This time, he can’t swallow down the nausea. So he rolls over slightly and throws up. It’s a gross puddle of liquid and uncooked soup, his main diet since he ended up here. He feels a few bits stuck in his throat so he tries to spit, but his mouth is so gross and dry that it makes him gag again. Then it sends him into a coughing fit, rough enough to hack out his lungs.

“Eddie!”

He rolls on his back, staring up at the starless sky while he catches his breath again. A couple of ashy spores kiss the corner of his eyes as if they’re trying to make him cry. Eddie’s certain he can’t cry anymore.

He’s so tired.

“Eddie!” Will leans over him, his bowl cut and tear-streamed eyes blocking his vision. His hands grab underneath Eddie’s shoulders and surprisingly manages to drag and lift him up, though half of his back is still on the ground. “You stupidhead! Move or you’ll die!”

Eddie shudders out another breath, “I really- I can’t get up.”

Will makes a frustrated noise before he punches Eddie’s back and then runs around to his side. He hoists Eddie’s arm over his tiny shoulders and starts pulling him again. This time, Eddie pushes himself through the burning of his body and forces himself up, trying not to lean completely onto Will, given how small and weaker the kid is.

Instead of continuing down the sidewalk, they turn straight to the house right next to them. Eddie makes no complaint to the change of plans, though he struggles to keep his weight from crushing Will.

After too many steps, they finally get through the front door. Once inside, they both collapse right on the spot. Eddie’s chest feels like ice at this point.

He hears Will dropping his things down before getting up and dashing through the hallway. A moment later, he comes back with a bedsheet and some stiff looking pillows. Eddie almost moans with relief as Will places the pillows under his leg and head. Then he diligently throws the bedsheet over Eddie, also covering the space they’re occupying on the cold floor.

Despite the thin bedsheet, Eddie already feels hot under it. He’s not risking in moving his leg again so he keeps perfectly still as Will’s trembling body lies down, pressing close to his side, nestling his face against the crook of Eddie’s neck.

There’s a moment when an array of low barking starts just nearby, making the two of them freeze and hold their breaths. Eddie thinks, Oh fuck, don’t tell me we got wild dogs. Then after what feels like hours, the new pack goes silent. Eddie hopefully assumes the whatever they were, the creatures have left.

Before Eddie can submit to the exhaustion at last, Will suddenly pleads quietly and tearfully, “Please don’t die when I wake up.”

Eddie stops. He stops breathing, moving, thinking. He doesn’t dare to look at Will. This sweet, creative, badass kid who is his only friend in the hell they’re in. This kid who’s hugging him like the demogorgon will appear again and wouldn’t let go anyways. 

Will doesn’t deserve him. Neither does Eddie but goddamn, it hurts trying to convince himself that.

He finally moves, but only his right hand as he fiercely rubs up and down Will’s back. Eddie whispers, “I won’t die, Will. Neither are you.”

Will’s voice cracks, “You promise?”

“Yep. Because we’re the strongest and luckiest sons of bitches in this realm.” 

Will makes a weak laugh before it shifts into a cough. Soon after, his breathing slows to a soft whistling out of his nose. With a small sigh, Eddie closes his eyes and finally sleeps.

It’s a restless one, mostly dreams of being eleven at knocking at Wayne’s closed front door while petal-shaped maws rip his skin to shreds.

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[kuumara]

Without you it's hard to breathe (literally)

It wasn't supposed to be like this. Mike didn't want it to be like this. How did this even happen. Fuck Nancy for saying this would be a good idea. And fuck everyone who agreed to it.

Now Will is drowning. Mike is pulling him out the water but what if it's already too late? What if he took too long to pull out his knife and cut the vine holding Will by the throat? What if he jumped in the water too late?

They weren't even intending to go to Lovers' Lake, the vine dragged Will into it. They weren't even close to it. And now Will could die.

Mike lays him on his back, unresponsive. Robin is standing there, mouth wide open.

"Keep watch!" Mike yells, out of breath. He feels insane. His brain and heart are thumping and it's making his head hurt.

Robin holds up the gun Nancy gave her and prepares the Molotov cocktail, in case anything surprises them. Again.

Mike isn't sure what to do. He wasn't there when they had a 'Healthcare day' at high school. That was a year ago, now. Damn it, if he would've listened, he could've been helping Will right now.

"Listen to his breathing," Robin said, still in shock.

Mike brought his ear to Will's lips, and heard breathing- shallow, barely there, detectable only by him feeling Will exhale.

"He's- barely," said Mike. Robin closed and shut her eyes roughly a few times, trying to recall her first-aid courses.

"Does he have anything in his mouth," she said in the end. Mike shook his head.

"I- I don't know! Do CPR!"

"But he is breathing!"

"Not for long," Robin said in distress. Mike wanted to kill her right then and there.

He huffed air into Will's mouth a few times, his logic telling him he has to be his lungs.

After he connected his lips to Will's, after ignoring the bombs in his stomach, after successfully making Will breathe faintly with him, after feeling his breathing become more and more stable, he heard a muffled shot.

Mike almost shat his pants; one second all he knows is Will, his lips, making him breathe successfully, saving him, it's really heart breaking to see the moment get broken by a stupid demogorgon. A dead one.

"Is he better?" She yells at Mike.

Mike looks to Will, his eyelids fluttering but never fully opening. He groans.

"We have to go, quickly. There might be more shit coming, even though I've got a silencer."

Mike nods, wide eyes still fixed on Will. He puts Will's head on his knees, lifting it up. He hovers his hand over his mouth, feeling deep breaths, Will's falling and rising chest showing that he's better as well.

"C'mon," he whispers to him as Robin helps him lift Will up, Mike's arm wrapped tightly around his middle.

"Quickly, let's go to Hop's cabin." Robin says and leads the way, gun pointed for monsters ahead and occasionally behind them.

As they walk, Will needs less and less Mike's help. He hasn't spoken a word since he woke up, probably shocked. Mike wants to ask him what's wrong and make him feel better, but there might be monsters hiding in the trees, waiting for them to make just a little bit too-loud of a noise.

So he sticks to holding him close, squeezing Will's hand draped over his shoulder. Even though they both know Will doesn't need help walking anymore.

Mike should be paying attention to any suspicious noises, but all his brain is filled with is the replaying of the moment Mike's lips encased Will's.

He knows it's not that big of a deal. He was drowning for fuck's sake. But his brain couldn't care less about what he thinks. So he's stuck replaying his 'CPR' and burning up, feeling as red as a tomato.

Will thankfully doesn't notice it, and they make it to the cabin safely.

Mike sits Will on the couch, knowing very well he can do that himself now. He does it anyway, sitting beside Will instantly. Probably getting a bit too close.

Will doesn't care, but doesn't make eye contact either.

"Hello? Hello? Over." Robin interrupts them. Again. Or rather, interrupts Mike again.

She's trying to contact help, or to ask someone on what to do after a drowning. Or is it just okay now? Just like that?

Will looks at Robin. Not Mike. And Mike doesn't really- like that, so he puts a hand on Will's back and drags it to his shoulder. Getting his attention. Finally.

Will looks at him with tired eyes, and Mike doesn't like his attention anymore. He turns red as a demon, but Will just softly smiles.

"Thanks... Thank you," he whispers.

"Of course." Mike blurts dumbly. Will huffs a laugh.

"Are you- feeling alright?"

Will nods. "Thanks to you, yeah," and smiles again. Mike damn near explodes.

And, just like that, he's staring at Will's lips, ridiculously up close. He feels his breathing, just like by Lovers' Lake. His mind goes blank when Will puts a hand on his knee, and goes in for it.

"They're coming, I told them the monsters probably heard the shot and will-"

Robin came from the bathroom. Now she stopped, looking at the guys in front of her, both red as strawberries, ruffled hair and Mike's jacket God knows where.

They've both very nearly bolted to separate sides of the room, but only making it to sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Keeping as much distance as possible, their eyes darting nervously. Red as strawberries.

She tries to cover up the mischievous smile creeping up on her face, failing, and Mike scowling at her before quickly moving his eyes away.

And after two years of watching them dance around each other- all she can think is good for them.

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Three: Holly, Jolly

Author:@harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 3,368 Warnings: lil’ bit of angst, lil’ bit of fluff, flashback Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! I'm sorry this is late! All is explained in A/N2. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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I couldn’t tell you when I fell asleep, but what I could tell you was that I had woken up to a tapping sensation on my arm, my name being quietly called.

“Olivia, can you take me home now?” Nancy asked.

Sitting up, I stretched some and nodded my head. She had asked me where Barb was, but I didn’t have a clue, telling Nancy that she might’ve just walked home, at seeing me sleeping.

When I got home after taking Nancy home, I tried not to make any noise to wake my mom up, but I wasn’t anticipating her being up. So, when I saw her sitting in her chair with our cat, Mews, I jumped out of my skin. “Jesus, Mom. You scared me.”

“Livvie, where have you been?” she asked, petting the cat.

There’s no sense in lying. “I went to Steve’s.”

“I thought you went–”

“To Steve’s. Not the assembly.”

“Was Nancy there?”

Lie. “No. I dropped her off at the assembly before going alone. I’m sorry. I should’ve called.” I walked over to her, hearing her take a deep breath.

“Why do you smell like chlorine?” she asked.

“Steve pushed me in the pool,” I explained. “It’s late. Can I sleep? I swear, I’ll explain everything in the morning.”

“Are you two friends again?”

I sighed. “Not exactly.”

~~~

The next morning, Dustin asked that I follow him to the Wheeler house. I guess they had some explaining to do with El. When we got there, Mike launched into his explanation about how El knows Will is in what they’re calling the Upside Down. Dustin, Lucas and Mike all three explained to me that El took their D&D board, flipped it over to show the blackside, or bottom, of the board and put the Demogorgon character piece on it.

“So, Will is in the Upside Down, and he’s running or hiding from the Demogorgon?” I questioned.

“Yes,” El answered.

“We have a plan,” Mike said. “We tell our parents that we have AV club after school. That’ll give us at least a few hours for Operation Mirkwood.”

“You seriously think that the weirdo knows where Will is?” Lucas asked.

“Just trust me on this,” Mike said, looking at Lucas. “Did you get the supplies?”

Lucas reached into his bag, pulling out different items and naming them off as he did. “Binoculars… from ‘Nam. Army knife… also from ‘Nam. Hammer, camouflage bandana… and the wrist rocket.”

“You’re gonna take out the Demogorgon with a slingshot?” Dustin asked.

“First of all, it’s a wrist rocket. And second of all, the Demogorgon’s not real. It’s made up. But if there is something out there, I’m gonna shoot it in the eye… and blind it.”

“Dustin, what did you get?” Mike asked my brother.

He took his backpack and dumped out a bunch of snacks.

I gasped. “You little shit! You took my Pringles!” I grabbed the can from the table, opening the can to take a crisp out. Popping it into my mouth, I sighed happily.

“We got Nutty Bars–” Dustin started.

“Thank you,” I interrupted, grabbing the pack of Nutty Bars.

“Bazooka, Pez, Smarties, Nilla Wafers, apple, banana and trail mix.”

“Seriously?” Lucas deadpanned.

“We need energy for our travels, for stamina.”

“And why do you need all these weapons anyway?” I asked, popping another crisp into my mouth.

“We have her,” Dustin added, gesturing towards El.

“She shut one door!” Lucas said.

“With her mind!” Dustin and I answered.

“Are you kidding me?” Dustin continued. “That’s insane!”

“Imagine all the other cool stuff she could do,” I smiled.

Dustin went over to the chair that was sitting beside the couch that El was leaning in. Pulling back a blanket to reveal a Millennium Falcon toy, he said, “I bet she can make this fly!” He picked it up, turning to face the preteen girl. Holding it out, he told her to concentrate before letting go of it, the toy falling straight to the floor. Picking it back up, he wanted to try again, but to no avail.

Running to pick up the toy, Mike told Dustin that El isn’t a dog before Mrs. Wheeler called for the boys, telling them it was time for school. Lucas, Dustin and I raced upstairs while Mike stayed down in the basement with El for a few more moments. When he came outside, we all got on our bikes and pedaled our way to school.

~~~

I was standing at my locker when I noticed Nancy walking up from the corner of my eye. When she reached her own locker, she opened it and went to put her things into it when Steve showed up out of seemingly nowhere, slamming her door the rest of the way open.

“Hey,” he said, smiling. Doing a double take, he looked back at me, smiling. “Hey, Liv.”

Nancy said her hello’s back, albeit with a semi-nervous tone to her voice. I looked at her confused as Steve asked, “Everything okay?” “Yeah!” she answered. “Yeah, totally. I just…” She looked off to the side, looking at everyone as she voiced, “I feel like everyone’s… staring at me.”

“Oh, I didn’t…” Steve said, looking back at me before looking back at Nance. “We didn’t tell anyone.”

“I don’t even know what happened,” I said, grabbing a book from my locker.

“I know,” Nancy said. “I know. Of course not. But what about, like, Tommy and Carol and them?”

“You’re being paranoid,” Steve said. 

Looking at Nancy from behind Steve, I said, “I’ll take care of those assholes if they did. Don’t worry about them.”

Nancy looked in between Steve and I for a few seconds before her eyes locked on Steve’s as she said, “I’m sorry.”

“No. No, it’s cute,” Steve said. “Hey. I had a good time.”

“Yeah,” Nance said. “Yeah, me too.”

Steve leaned in towards her and that’s when I checked out for a moment before feeling a couple of taps on my shoulder. I turned my head and watched as Steve walked off to his first class… which, coincidentally, was the same class that I had.

Three classes drug on before it was lunch, and I was hungry! I sat on Steve’s left and started to pick at my meal as Tommy was talking about something I wasn’t paying attention to, but just couldn’t help but listen to.

“That’s why science doesn’t make any damn sense to me,” he said. 

“No, I swear, look at this,” Carol said. “It’s totally frostbite.”

“Can’t be,” I said. “You’d have to be in the straight cold with no warmth whatsoever. It was a heated pool.”

She rolled her eyes at me, but I just smiled at her, knowing I was fully correct… maybe.

“Well, then, if it’s not frostbite, then what is it, oh smart one?” she asked.

“I don’t care what it is, it’s disgusting, get it off the table, we’re eating here,” Steve said.

I pushed my tray away, not having an appetite anymore before I noticed Steve pushed his tray closer to me. Even though we weren’t as close as we once were, it was nice that he still remembered certain things. Like, offering some of his lunch because my mom would forget to pack lunch for me or give me lunch money.

“Hey, Tommy,” Nancy said. “When you left, did you see Barb?”

“What?” he asked.

“Barbra,” Nance informed. “She’s not here today.”

“I seriously have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“Don’t be an ass,” I said, agitated with him. “Did you see her leave or not?”

He gave me a death glare, but I held my own as he eyed Steve before replying, “No, she was gone when we left.”

“Probably couldn’t stand listening to all that moaning,” Carol said, her and Tommy faking sexual moans of Steve’s name.

I stood up and grabbed my stuff, saying, “Is there any serious situation that you two don’t reference sex to?” I walked away from the table, and out of the cafeteria, going straight for my locker. I opened it, angrily grabbing at a cigarette before a hand stopped me.

“When did you start smoking?” 

I sighed and closed my eyes. “Don’t you have your little minions to tend to?” I looked up at Steve, seeing concern written in his eyes. I sighed again, this time through my nose. “I’m fine. It’s just… hard hearing all that.”

He looked around, before leaning a little closer to me. “You don’t–”

“No, I remember,” I said, my eyes dancing between his own hazel orbs. Vividly. It was something I thought about all the time. I really wished I didn’t, but the memories from that night just wouldn’t stop coming back every time I closed my eyes. “I’ll see you after school, okay?”

I walked away from Steve, cigarette in hand. I went to his car and sat on the hood like I always did and lit the stick. I took a couple puffs, deciding that smoking wasn’t my thing. I guess I had sat out here for longer than I had anticipated because the next thing I knew, everyone was coming out of the school, laughter and chatter filling the air. 

I watched as Steve made his way towards me, leaning against the front end of his car and sighed.

“If you’re gonna sit on my car–”

“I have to ask first, I know,” I sighed. I messed with my pants leg for a moment, not wanting to ruin anything.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Steve said, “You don’t have to ask. Just… don’t scuff it.”

We locked eyes for a moment before we both started snickering. Nicole made her way towards us, nervously telling Steve something about Jonathan that put me on high alert. Steve asked me to come with them, so I did, sitting behind Steve on Jonathan’s trunk.

When the oldest Byers boy walked up his car, he looked at Steve, myself, the horndogs Tommy and Carol, and Nicole.

“What’s going on?” Jonathan asked, everyone but me moving towards him.

“Nicole here was telling us about your work,” Steve said. 

“We’ve heard great things,” Carol said.

“Yeah, sounds cool,” Tommy said.

Steve looked back at me, but I just shook my head and looked ahead, not liking where this was going. Turning back to Jonathan, he said, “We’d just love to take a look. Ya’know, as… connoisseurs of art.”

I scoffed and looked at my shoes, already knowing where this was headed. But how far was it heading? I couldn’t tell you that.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jonathan said, trying to get to his car.

Tommy quickly snatched his backpack from him, basically being a seventh grade bully. 

“Please, give me my bag,” Jonathan pleaded as Tommy tossed the bag to Steve.

Steve turned to face me, saying, “He’s totally trembling. He must really have something to hide.” I had to quickly move my arms out of the way as Steve put the bag on my lap, rummaging through it to find some black and white pictures. He moved to lean on the car so that I could see over his shoulder at the pictures.

What I saw shocked me to my core; all of us. Last night at Steve’s. I looked at Jonathan, who had an almost sad look to his face. I never thought of Jonathan as a creepy stalker. I guess it’s always the quiet ones.

“This isn’t creepy at all,” Carol said.

Jonathan looked me dead in the face and said, “I was looking for my brother.”

My heart softened a little at his words before Steve said, “No. No, this is called stalking.”

A few seconds later, Nancy showed up, asking, “What’s going on?”

“Here’s the starring lady,” Tommy said.

“Don’t you have a shower to go take or something?” I said, animosity to my tone.

“What?” Nancy asked.

“This creep was spying on us last night,” Carol informed. “He was probably gonna save this one for later.” She handed Nancy a photo that I quickly saw a glimpse of; Nancy with her back to the camera, taking off her shirt.

Tapping my knee, Steve said, “See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but… that’s the thing about perverts.” He moved closer to Jonathan, fixing his collar. “It’s hardwired into ‘em. Ya’know, they just can’t help themselves.” He ripped up the photo in his hands before tossing the pieces up in Jonathan’s face. “So, you just have to take away his toy.”

“Steve,” I muttered. “Don’t.”

“No, please, not the camera,” Jonathan begged.

Steve looked me in the eyes as Jonathan spoke. I didn’t want to, but the look in his eyes was pleading with me to play along. I knew Steve wasn’t like this; a bully. He was just putting on an act for Tommy and Carol.

I relented and gave him the camera as Tommy moved toward Jonathan to stop him from trying to get his camera from Steve.

“No, no, wait, wait… Tommy, Tommy,” Steve said, handing the camera out to the Byers boy. “Here ya go, man.” 

When Jonathan reached out for his camera, Steve dropped it, breaking it. I hopped off the car and shoved his arm back while exclaiming his name. We locked eyes for a moment before I could see the instant regret in his eyes.

“Come on, the game’s about to start.” Steve walked away, the other three following behind as Nancy and I stood in our spots before she bent down to help Jonathan. I started walking towards the group, wanting to get on my bike and ride home.

When I made it to Steve he put his hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “I know you’re angry, but please stay.”

“Angry isn’t the word I’d use,” I said, quietly.

“What word–”

“Disappointed,” I said, looking him in the eyes. “This isn’t the Steve I know, the Steve I grew up with. Where’s that Steve? How do I get him back?” Our eyes danced around each other for a moment before he snapped back to his own version of reality, calling out Nancy’s name.

I rolled my eyes and walked inside, sitting in front of my locker.

~~~

“So, I told Mr. Mundy, the solution of ten plus y equals… blow me,” Carol explained.

“I guess you’re not doing well in math,” I said as Tommy laughed at her.

“If you did that, you’d be in detention right now,” Steve said.

“Saturday,” Carol said.

“I bet Mr. Mundy’s still a virgin,” Tommy voiced.

I was looking down at the paper in my lap when I quietly said, “You sure you’re not still a virgin?” Well, I thought I said it quietly when a pen was launched in my direction. I grabbed it from the ground and smiled. “Sweet. Mine was getting low on ink.”

Nancy walked in front of me, so I followed her with my eyes as Steve said, “Nance, where you going?” Making up a lie on the spot, she stammered, “I totally forgot. I told my mom I would, uhm… I would do something with her.”

Standing, Steve said, “What do you mean? The game’s about to start.”

Not turning back, she said, “I’m sorry.” Turning to face Tommy and Carol before facing me, Steve sighed and asked, “What the hell’s wrong with her?” I shrugged. “Dunno. Haven’t really talked to her much.”

“Maybe she freaked out when you all psycho on the psycho,” Tommy said, laughing.

“Ah, give me a break,” Steve said.

I scoffed, packing up my bag. Standing, I said, “Well, what the hell did you expect, dating Miss Perfect?”

We almost had a little bit of a standoff, Steve and I. But, before it could actually get to that point, I chuckled, looking away for a moment before I started to walk away. I turned back around, looking back at Steve. “Ya’know what? I’m done. When you find my best friend, drop me a line.”

~~~

I was on my way home when I heard sirens, and I immediately thought about Dustin. So, in my haste to try and find him, I started with covering the places I knew he’d probably be at, and when he wasn’t at the Wheeler’s, the Sinclair’s, or our house, I checked one more place; the Byers.

Jonathan wasn’t home, which I couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I really wanted to apologize on Steve’s behalf for what he’d done to his camera. When I heard leaves ruffling to my left, I was high alert.

“Oh, my god,” I breathed. Running to my little brother, I gave him a hug, squeezing him. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“Where were you?” Mike asked. “I thought you were coming with us after school?”

“Sorry, something came up. Wait, why are you here?” I looked at all the kids, the last one I spotted being El.

“Here,” she said.

“Yeah, this is the Byers’ house,” I said, crossing my arms.

“Hiding.”

“No, no, this is where he lives,” Mike said. “He’s missing from here. Understand?”

“El,” I said, gaining the girl's attention. “Sweetie, what are you doing here?”

“She said he’s hid–” “Thank you, Michael,” I said, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I swear, if we walked all the way out here for nothing–” Dustin said.

“That’s exactly what we did!” Lucas exclaimed. “I told you she didn’t know what the hell she was talking about!” Pointing to Dustin and Lucas, I said, “Both of you can calm the hell down.” Looking back at El, I gently asked, “El, why did you bring them here?”

“Liv, don’t waste your time with her,” Lucas said. 

“What do you want to do then?” I asked. 

“Call the cops–”

“We’re not  calling the cops! I promised Hopper I’d keep you guys from going out last night. We can’t call them!”

“Hey, guys,” Dustin said. I looked behind me, faintly hearing the sirens.

Lucas was going on about something when Dustin yelled, “Guys!” before the cops and ambulances drove by. We all quickly got on our bikes and followed the cars to the quarry. The five of us watched as they turned a body over in the water, the clothes the same exact ones that Will was wearing three nights ago when he went missing.

Tears sprang to my eyes as I put my hand over my mouth. I grabbed Dustin, giving him the tightest hug. I didn’t know what I was going to say to Jonathan in the morning when this all got out.

Mike voiced his opinion on the body not being Will’s and that it couldn’t be until Lucas confirmed that it really was Will. El tried saying Mike’s name, but he freaked out on her, saying that she was supposed to help them find Will alive. In his heartbreak, Mike quickly got on his bike and went back home, leaving El behind.

I told Dustin and Lucas to make sure she got home safely before my little brother asked where I was going. I told him I needed to take care of something before I went home and to not wait up for me.

Setting my bike down at my destination, I knocked on the door and rang the doorbell before taking a moment to breathe. 

The doors opened, followed by a very confused voice saying my name. “What are you–?”

“They just found his body,” I cried.

“Whose body?” Steve asked.

“Will, the kid that’s missing. They found him in the quarry,” I sobbed. Before I could fall to my knees, Steve put his arms around me, guiding me inside his house. I didn’t say any information he didn’t already know, which was what everyone else knew.

He offered me some water and a blanket, but I just shook my head at him, wiping my tears away.

Steve understood and led me upstairs to his room, where we both laid together in his bed as I cried like I used to.

In this moment, I really felt like I had my best friend back, but only time will tell.steve harrington x olovia henderson

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And just like that, a tradition was born. Every Tuesday night, when Hopper was out working the late shift (because apparently Steve lived with him and El what? ) Eddie would come over to the Hopper-Harrington residence and host DnD nights.

This was quite literally killing Eddie. 

“Gareth, dude you don’t understand, now that he’s more healed up than before he’s started walking around in like tank tops and he has a monster tattooed on his fucking arm. I didn’t think he could get any hotter. And, and he is so fucking soft with his sister El, it’s insane. Like a total mom about her and it’s killing me. Gareth I’m dying, I’m dead, I wanna suck his dick so bad” Jeff groans from somewhere in the back of the garage, setting up a few of the amps.

“Eddie I swear to god, I’m going to kill you if you don’t shut up.” Gareth grumbles, slamming a drum stick down on the symbol for emphasis.

“Yesterday he fucking, just sat in my lap on the throne they have for the game set up, because there wasn’t a chair and it took everything in me not to pop a woody right then and there. Have you seen his ass?”  Eddie couldn’t contain the dreamy sigh he let out as Mack cursed him out from somewhere to the left. 

“Wait, you said he had a tattoo?” Jeff perks up leaning his arms on the amp in front of him. Gareth groans.

“Jeff, don’t encourage his behavior.”

“Jeff my man, he has two tattoos, the one on his arm is this super sick art work of some creature whose mouth opens like a flower and it’s just covered in teeth. Will told me he drew it for him and they call it a Demogorgon even though it looks nothing like the actual one in DnD. And there's one on his hip, although I don’t know what it is cause I only saw a little bit of it peaking out once but it looked like flowers or something.”

“Wait Steve knows DnD?” Mack is the one to speak up this time, and Gareth just bangs his head on the drums in front of him.

“Yes!” Eddie shouts, hopping up off the couch he’s on to pace out some of the energy just thrumming under his skin. “Sometimes when we play, he’ll be with the girls like braiding Max’s hair while El braids Robins and he will just, fucking chime in with his knowledge of something or other that’s happening in the campaign. Dustin gets unreasonably attached to whatever Steve recommends too, even if it might be a poor play.” 

“Huh, maybe you should invite him to Hellfire.” It’s Gareth that speaks up this time, a mischievous glint in his eyes that makes Eddie feel a little nauseous.

“No, absolutely not.”

“Eddie come on, you never shut up about the guy, and this way it’d give you another reason to spend time with him. And we wouldn't have to hear you wax poetic about his ass during a campaign.” Jeff offers out, and actually that’s not a bad idea, even though he can see Gareth and Jeff and Mack exchanging sneaky looks out of the corner of his eyes, he thinks they might actually be on to something, Because if Steve comes to Hellfire, he’ll be on Eddies turf, and maybe for once he’ll have the upper hand and get Steve flustered. 

“Alright, yea I’ll do it. I’m gonna ask Steve to join Hellfire.” He nods his head spinning on his heels and scooping up his guitar. “Are we gonna practice or what?” 

He just barely misses getting hit in the face by the drum stick Gareth sends flying at him.

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Eddie’s absolutely terrified walking into school Thursday morning. He’s got a whole speech planned out to convince Steve to join Hellfire staying up late to prepare and practice it, but he just knows in his gut he’s gonna fumble the execution. 

Gareth comes saddling up next to him as he makes his way down the hall towards the outside bleachers where they usually spend Hellfire’s free period. He knows Robin and Steve are usually out there as well so the conversation is sneaking up on him fast.

“You gonna ask him?” Gareth whispers in his ear, a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“Obviously.” He knows you can hear the nerves in his voice and Gareth just throws his head back and laughs.

“Alright, good luck.” He offers before skip stepping over to where the rest of Hellfire is sat, and Eddie takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders as he turns towards where Steve and Robin are.

He fucking flat lines.

Steve's standing on top of the highest part of the bleachers, his battle vest sitting over his black denim jacket open to reveal the soft pastel blue sweater he has underneath, and his arm is outstretched with a long roll of paper, pretending like its a sword or something as he marches back and forth. His hair is spiked slightly today to make it a cross between a traditional mohawk and the fluffy hawk he usually wears it as, and his eyes are lined in a bright blue liner with gray smoke around them. He notices idly that Steve had pierced his other eyebrow to make up for the one Billy had ripped out, and he’d shaved a little extra in the scar where the old one was so he has a slit in his eyebrow now.

Fuck he can’t do this.

Shit why is Steve so fucking hot.

He can hear Gareth and Jeff cackling off to the right as he just stands there, hands in his pockets open mouth gaping at Steve, but he can’t get his feet to move.

“Oi, Munson.” It’s Robin's voice that brings his brain back online, Her hands waving back and forth over her head. “Come here, I need your opinion on something.” And who is Eddie if not too oblige to that demand. So he takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders and saunters his way over to them.

“Okay so Steve thinks he’d be a barbarian in DnD right? But I’m convinced he’s more of a Cleric. What do you think?”

And isn’t this the perfect opening. The universe shinning down on him for the first time in his life, and he’d be stupid if he didn’t grab this opportunity by the balls and run with it.

“Actually, Stevie, I think you’re more of a Paladin.” Steve stumbles slightly on the bench he’s still marching on, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets now, Eddie can see a soft blush rising to his cheeks. “Like okay, you know how Paladins have their belief and their oath right? Well your oath is totally the kids, or in this case The Party you’d play with. And you’re damn loyal too so you’d bend over backwards to make sure your party stays as safe as they possibly can no matter the quest.” As he talks he sees Steve's cheeks steadily grow redder and redder, scratching the back of his neck and turning his face bashfully. Hook, line.  

Eddie’s on his own turf now, he’s just gotta see if he can drive it home.

“If you wanna try your hand at it, we are starting a new campaign in Hellfire tonight, and you can join. Robin too.” Robin's face lights up, joy mixed with mischief and he wonders if it’s a good idea to actually have her in the same room as Gareth and Jeff. But Steve's eyes are shining a bit as he ambles down the bleacher bench till he's standing almost nose to nose with Eddie.

“You asking me on a date, Munson?” God fucking damn it, this fuckers smooth . Eddie groans internally, because apparently Steve seems to always have the upper hand, and Eddie can't catch a break. Taking a deep breath, Eddie rolls for charisma and leans a little bit closer to Steve, the tips of their noses brushing.

“See if you can even survive the campaign and maybe I’ll think about taking you to dinner, Princess.” Steve’s eyes grow big and he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, nodding his head slightly.

And sinker . Eddie’s got him right where he wants him.

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Honey, a lizard ate the cat!

pairing: Steve Harrington x Female Byers!Reader

genre: follows show plot lines, but with diverge from canon, obviously (its a reader insert)

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warnings: cursing, a whole dream sequence of lonnie being a homophobe (i used the f-word, but its censored), should be it, message me if theres something i need to add.

summary: you and steve did have plans to hang out this weekend, except those plans didn’t involve a baby Demogorgon. you really wish it was just the two of you in your room, you cleaning and him keeping you company.

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

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ep5 is the very beginning and ends at the first break and then it leads into ep6. ep6 is split between this chapter and the next one, but for ep6 it’s mostly my own writing. next chapter for ep6 will have more show scenes.

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You snapped awake from the nightmare, your body lurching forward from the bed. Chest panting like you just ran a marathon, trying to catch a breath that was escaping you. And you weren’t the only one gasping for air this morning. Will jerked forward a second later, his shirt more stained with sweat. The two of you exchanged looks with the other, trying to gauge what caused the others abrupt wake.

“Will, what’s wrong?” Mike’s morning voice asked from the floor.

Will looked at you and then turned to Mike, his eyes held a terrifying color within, and his body carried with a light tremor, “I saw him,” that was his only reply before leaving the bed and changing his shirt.

You shared a look with Mike, both of you confused and worried, before following Will out of his room. The two of you trailed behind him down the hall and out into the living room. You were confused at the sight of Joyce sitting in the middle of the floor, the drawings surrounding her, and one of the phones sitting beside her. She stared ahead of her, at the TV or drawings, you weren’t sure, but she was in a sort of trance. She didn’t turn her attention to you when the three of you walked behind her,  it took Will calling out to her three times and a shake of her shoulder to capture her attention.

“I saw him.”

“You saw who, baby?” Joyce asked, confused.

“Hopper.”

Now that wasn’t the answer you thought would come out of his mouth, you thought he was talking about the shadow monster.

“What’s wrong with Hopper?” you asked the obvious.

“I think he’s in trouble. I think he’s going to die.”

A shiver ran up your spine due to the way Will delivered the line, saying how Hopper might die. You started to panic, Hopper can’t die, he can’t. You don’t know what you would do if he died, he was there for you before Bob came into the picture. He was there for the family when Will went missing. He was another person you went to about your dilemma where you asked yourself for months if you should have stayed at the school, which of course Hopper says you should have followed his and Joyce’s words. But he would reassure you that none of it was your fault, “We’re dealing with the unknown, there’s only so much we could do.”

“Well, what are we gonna do? Do you know where he is? His current location?” you asked Will frantically.

“He’s in the tunnels.”

“Tunnels? Th- These tunnels?” you pointed at the drawings covering the house.

He shook his head. You held your mouth open and spun around with your arms out in a ‘these tunnels!’ attitude. Your hands fell and smacked your outer thighs.

“Will could spy in the tunnels,” Mike stated.

You and Joyce turned to Mike with confusion written on your faces and set in the furrow of your brows, Will looked a bit peeved that Mike had told the both of you that. Was this what they were talking about yesterday? Before you entered Will’s room.

“What do you mean, “ Joyce asked.

Mike and Will shared a look, “I don’t know how it works, but I can see in the tunnels,” Will answered.

“But I can’t control it, I guess. It just happens on its own.”

“Could you maybe draw where Hopper is? In the tunnels?” you questioned.

Will shrugged his shoulders, “I think.”

He then headed back to his room, the three of you stuck to the floor for a moment then followed him. He was sitting at his desk, a blank piece of paper in front of him with the crayons beside him. He sat still for a few minutes, the noise of everyone’s breathing filling the silence, then he grabbed a crayon and started to scratch at the paper furiously. He stayed doing that for about five minutes before he stopped, Joyce beside him leaning down.

“Hey, is this where you saw him?” she points at the paper. “Is this where you saw Hopper?” a stutter followed the sentence.

You and Mike walked closer behind Will and leaned over his shoulders to look at the paper, “I think so, yeah.” He replied.

Joyce, still confused, grabbed the paper and then looked at the both of you, “Okay,” she whispered to herself.

The three of you then started to look around the room, searching for any place the new drawing could fill. Seeing no place open in Will’s room you all filed out and into the hall, looking from the bottom to the very top to find an opening. Joyce checked the living room, you checked the dining room, and Mike checked the kitchen.

You and Joyce both struck out and then, “Here!” Mike yelled from the kitchen.

The two of you rushed in and he was pointing at a spot on the fridge. Joyce ran over and threw the paper over an existing trail.

“Okay, so… so Hopper is here?”

“Yeah. Now we just need to find out where here is, right?” Mike asked.

“Right,” you reassured.

“Did he say anything? I mean, before he left?” Joyce looked at you and Mike.

“Uh, some…something about vines?” she sighed.

Neither of you got time to respond when the sound of a car pulling into the driveway interrupted. You three looked up in anticipation. “Hopper,” you breathed in relief.

You rushed over to the window wanting to see Hopper’s car with your eyes, but a pang of disappointment stabbed your heart when it wasn’t Hopper’s truck, but Bob’s car. You turned around when you heard Joyce and Mike following you and you gave a confused look at Joyce, “What’s Bob doing here?”

Joyce seemed confused at the question and looked out the window. She started to look around the living room, her hands fidgeting together. She was nervous for Bob to see the house this way, and you can’t lie, you didn’t want Bob to know about any of this. He wasn’t supposed to know about any of this. What if the government found out and killed him? What if he got hurt while involving himself in this crazy mess? You don’t know what you would do if you lost another person to this stuff.

In your haze of worry, Joyce hurried outside, the noise of the front door closing behind her as she walked to Bob. Mike walked beside you and together you watched the interaction between Joyce and Bob. He was carrying what looked to be different games in one hand while he used the other when talking. They leaned in close to each other, Joyce’s body covering Bob’s face.

“What does she see in him?” Mike asked.

You turned to Mike with an annoyed air around you, “How about you shut your trap, Wheeler. Not like you’re catching girls on your web.”

Now the both of you looked at each other with annoyed and offended expressions, so engrossed with the other that you both missed Joyce turning back to Bob and waving for him to come inside. Hearing the door open was the thing to stop your staring contest.

“Now, you can’t ask too many questions, because you won’t be getting many answers,” Joyce told Bob over her shoulder.

“Can one of you grab Will?” and Mike took that as his cue to do so.

You made a gentle grab of Joyce’s upper arm and pulled her into the dining room and, with your voice lowered, “What is Bob doing here?” you whispered.

“He could figure this out, he is called ‘Bob the brain’.”

“But we can’t involve people, what if the government comes after him?” “We’re not gonna tell him anything, we just need him to help with the map, okay?”

You looked at Bob in the living room, his head moving in different directions taking in the taped drawings, his steps slow and cautious.

“I just- I just don’t want to worry about Bob getting hurt.”

“Honey, it’s going to be okay. We’re not looking for danger, we’re just looking for Hopper. And Bob might be our only shot at finding him.”

Your eyes fidgeted between her and Bob, your anxiety peaking for a moment. But if Bob could help figure out what Will was trying to show the three of you, where Hopper currently was in the tunnels, you’ll quiet the anxiety right now.

“You guys doing some redecorating?” Bob joked about the drawings.

You and Joyce plastered false smiles at the joke as Mike and Will joined the three of you in the living room. “How are you feeling, buddy?” Bob asked Will.

“Uh, I’m- I’m okay, right now.”

You can’t tell if that was Will's full-on lying to Bob, or if there was a hint of truth in his words about the actual situation.

“Okay, so, Bob, remember, no questions.”

“Why is that?” “Ah, that’s a question with no answer, sorry Bob.” you retorted.

He just nodded his head and then looked at the drawings again. The five of you stood in deafening silence, you four looking at each other as Bob kept his eyes glued to the walls.

“You drew all these yourself?” he turned to ask Will.

He just shook his head yes. Bob nodded his head with an impressed look and turned back to the wall of drawings, “Why, exactly?” he questioned.

“I…I told you the rules,” Joyce pressed. “No questions, okay?”

“Yeah.”

Joyce began to walk away, “We…we just need you to help us figure out what…” she stopped halfway to the kitchen when Bob wasn’t following behind, “Bob? Bob?” He finally turned around at the call of his name, “Over here.”

He handed Mike the stack of games he brought with him and headed to the kitchen. Just as you were about to follow you took a glance over at Will, he was staring at the wall for a few seconds, and his eyes widened. “You okay?” a gentle hand lay upon his shoulder.

He snapped from his trance, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

You chose to believe him and walked to the kitchen, “Where…where this is.”

Joyce was squatting in front of the fridge where the new drawing Will did this morning was taped. She colored over the blue and purple crayons forming the tunnel and used a red crayon to form the X marks the spot sign. The treasure of the hunt, find Hopper and save him from the tunnels.

“That’s the objective. Find the X,” Mike added over Bob’s shoulder.

“Yeah? What’s at the X? Pirate treasure?” He chuckled at his joke.

“Bob, no questions,” was all Joyce responded.

“You could just think of it as treasure,” you joked.

He nodded his head, “Okay.”

Bob took a moment, he looked at you and Joyce with a sigh, and then at Will and Mike with a click of his tongue. Joyce cleared her throat from how quiet Bob was about the whole thing.

“Let me talk to you for a second,” he reached a hand out to Joyce’s shoulder, “hang on, guys.” And the two of them left the kitchen, heading somewhere down the hall.

“This is going terribly,” you sighed with a hand rubbing at your temple.

If Joyce couldn’t give answers to Bob, and if Bob just thought the four of you were crazy, then this wasn’t gonna go much further. And right now, the longer it takes to understand the tunnels, the less time Hopper has. Who knows how long he’s been down there? You don’t understand how the Upside Down works. Can he breathe properly without a hazmat suit? Does he have his gun?

“(Y/n),” a gentle voice and hand slipping through your fingers took your attention.

Turning to the voice you saw Will looking at you with worry in his eyes, you must have been pacing or something, showing your anxiety about Hopper. You couldn’t break down, Joyce was already on her teetering edge, and with Jonathan off to who knows where you had to be the strong adult for Will and Mike right now.

“I’m okay, Will. Just worried for Hopper.”

“What are you, like, in love with him?” Mike’s annoying voice spoke.

With your free hand, you smacked Mike upside the back of his head, “what the-”

“Dumbass. Aren’t you worried about Hopper?” “Yeah, but you’re just extra-”

Hurried steps and a voice interrupted the conversation, “Okay, I get it. That’s Lake Jordan. And if that’s Lake Jordan, then you can probably find…” Bob and Joyce were walking back from the hallway. Bob was pointing at certain drawings a new air about him with this situation, “Yeah, that’s, uh, Sattler’s quarry. And if you just follow it naturally…” he trailed into the living room, “it moves to…the Eno River.” And he stood in front of the corner that the Demogorgon crashed through that forsaken night. “And there it is. That’s the Eno, do you see it?” He asked Joyce.

You and the boys stayed in the kitchen, but you slowly inched closer to the pair, wanting to understand what Bob was talking about.

“Okay, so, the lines aren’t roads. But they act like roads.”

Bob was walking to the dining room and then finally reentered the kitchen, the boys sitting at the table as you stood with your arms crossed over your chest.

“And they act like roads ‘cause when you follow ‘em, you’ll see…” he met the four of you in the kitchen, “they don’t go over water. And that’s the giveaway. That’s the giveaway! Ha!” You would think Bob just won a competition with his enthusiasm. “Don’t you get it? It’s not a puzzle, it’s a map.” He was walking around the kitchen.

“It’s a map of Hawkins!” he held his arms out triumphantly.

The boys looked at each other, and you looked at Joyce, who was looking at Bob, so you looked at Bob with a bit of confusion. Bob just laughed at his discovery. “Right, Will?” Bob turned his attention to Will as he sat at the table. Will looked flabbergasted.

“I’m still confused, but I never understood in the first place,” you mentioned for some reason.

Bob looked at you, “That’s okay. All I need is a map of Hawkins, a ruler, paper, and a pen.”

The four of you started to run around the house, shouting out when you found something on the list. You come in last with the map of Hawkins, one that's been sitting in an empty cabinet for who knows how long. With the needed supplies, Bob placed everything on the kitchen table, “All right,” he whispered to himself. He opened the side of his jacket, showing the three different pens clipped to an inside compartment. He plucked the middle one, clicking the ink tip into place, “All right. I’m three point six inches, what do you got?”

“I’m not sure,” Mike yelled at Lovers Lake, “Mrs. Byers?”

Joyce was running through the hall to Tippecanoe, “Uh, twenty-one feet, four inches.”

“What about Tippecanoe to Danford Creek?” Bob called out.

She sighs, “Danford?” and stammers, “Where’s Danford?” “Dining room,” Will shouted.

You watched as Joyce ran from Tippecanoe to Danford Creek in the dining room, “Sixteen feet, ten inches.”

“What about Danford to Jordan?”

“Oh, come on, this has got to be enough,” she stuttered.

She and Will run to you and Bob in the kitchen, Mike appearing from Will’s bedroom.

“It’s not. It’s…it’s really not,” Bob complained.

“Okay. Can’t you figure it out?”

Bob stuttered an answer, “Well, it’s hard. The ratio isn’t exactly one-to-one. I mean, if you’re twisting my arm, and you are twisting my arm,” he turned to Joyce, “I would say that the X is…” He drew a line on the map, “maybe a half mile southwest of Danford?”

Joyce sighed in relief, “Thank you. Thank you,” and planted a hurried kiss on his cheek.

He was dazed for a moment as Joyce tore the map from the table and rushed out of the house, the boys following just behind. You and Bob shared a look, “What? Are we… Are we really going?” he looked at you for confirmation.

You were looking from Bob to the front door, “Uh, I think?” And Bob hurried out of the kitchen to the car.

It still took you another millisecond for your brain to catch up with everything, and before you could rush after the four bodies, the distant noise of static and a voice drew your attention away. You hurried to the noise, not wanting to lose the trail which led you to Will’s room, the static voice muffled by a sock laying over the receiver.

“Will? (Y/n)? Byers! Anyone copy? This is code red! I repeat, a code red!” Dustin’s voice shouted.

You instantly radioed back, “Dustin?”

A few seconds passed, “(Y/n)! Oh, thank god!”

“What’s wrong?...over,” you know he’s a stickler about that.

“I have a situation at my house and I need back up, I already have Harrington, but I need some muscle, over,” you could hear the cut-off noise of Steve saying something back.

“What kind of situation? Over.”

“Just come to my house, you’ll see for yourself, over.”

During the conversation, you walked from Will’s room to the living room to check out the window, and seemingly your mom was in such a hurry that she left the driveway already. You sighed in annoyance with her impatience but got over it.

“Fine, be there in about twenty minutes, over.”

You placed the walkie on the dining table, grabbed a jacket, and rushed out the door. You were about to have the worst workout ever.

…

After maybe thirty minutes instead of your stated twenty, the Henderson residence came into view, along with the maroon BMW parked up the driveway. It was completely dark by the time you dropped your bike on the cement ground and called out for Dustin.

“Dus-” haven’t biked in a while, you were out of breath.

The faint sound of talking and then a loud banging noise sounded from behind the house, so you followed the noise. Just around the bend of the house, you could see the back of Dustin who was standing a few steps away from Steve who held a flashlight in one hand and the nail-studded bat in another. You didn’t even notice he took it from your house that night, he unknowingly had a piece of you with him, the butterflies kicked into gear but you pushed them down. Walking down the small cobblestoned path leaves crunching under your beat-up sneakers, the boys whirled around at your entrance, Steve holding the bat like he was ready to swing.

You threw your hands up in a surrendering action, “Stand down, just me.”

They sighed in relief, Steve dropping the bat down onto the cellar doors, your hands coming down in a crossed position over your chest. You stopped just behind Dustin with your eyes looking at Steve over his shoulder.

“What’s this code red?”

“Dustin has a lizard that ate his cat,” Steve deadpanned.

“Okay, it’s not a lizard, it’s a baby Demogorgon.”

“Dude, whatever, it ate your cat.”

The two bickered back and forth while you digested this information. Dustin got his hands on a baby Demogorgon. A baby Demogorgon somehow has been living in Hawkins for who knows how long, and its first victim was Dustin’s cat. This had to be the worst timing for everything, first with Will’s episodes getting worse, then Hopper getting lost in the tunnels, and now this. Is November your cursed month?

The shining of bright light on your face disturbed your thoughts, making them scurry away into the dark. Your eyes squint to adjust to the sudden brightness against the dark background, a hand moving to shield the light helped.

“All right, listen, kid. I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you’re dead.”

“It’s not.”

“It’s also November fifth, Steve.”

He just huffed, “Whatever. You understand, Henderson?”

“It’s not a prank.”

You backed Dustin up, “They only use code red in real emergencies. They know better than to joke about it.”

Steve still held his annoyed demeanor, the flashlight still being directed at Dustin and your faces, “Get it out of my face,” Dustin argued.

“Please,” you added, your arm getting tired.

The light moved from your face to the cellar, “You got a key for this thing?”

You watched as Dustin fished said key from one of his front pants pockets and handed it to Steve, the teen handed Dustin the flashlight and you the bat, then immediately unlocking the chain. He waited for a beat before throwing the doors open and looking into the dark abyss. Dustin walked closer to Steve’s side with the flashlight pointing down the stairs. Steve grabbed the shaking light from Dustin and pointed it further down, you couldn’t see anything from your position behind Steve.

“He must be further down there,” you suggested.

“I’ll stay up here in case he tries to escape.”

The slow turning of Steve’s head to look up at Dustin was comical, and you would have laughed if the time called for it. Steve looked back to the cellar with a shake of his head and the light still shining.

“I’ll go with you, Steve.”

He immediately stood up from the crouched position on the ground, his body to its full height, so he had a few inches on your person, his shadow looming over you.

“No, you are staying with scared Henderson here.”

“But I can-”

“No,” his voice firm, standing his ground.

He got closer during the quick conversation, his chest almost touching yours. You had to take a step back leaving a sliver of space between your bodies. You didn’t want Steve to go on his own if the baby Demogorgon was down there, but you chose to not push it further when you saw the look in his eyes. The worry danced across his pupils, anxiety hidden in the shadows, a protectiveness on the front lines in his irises. 

“Okay, but if you need help, just shout, okay?”

His nod was the only answer before he took the bat from your grasp, his hands tickling against your own for a moment, and your breath caught in your throat. He took the bat and headed down the stairs slowly, waiting for any noise. When he got to the bottom he walked in further and then the whole room was filled with yellow light. A minute went by, and then another, and then three whole minutes went by where there wasn’t a single noise from Steve in the cellar.

“Steve?” Dustin broke the silence.

No response.

“Steve, what’s going on down there?” you questioned, worry seeping into your words.

You and Dustin walked closer to the open doors, trying to see something of Steve, a shadow, or his shoes. Just as you were ready to head down the stairs, a blinding light from the cellar stopped you in your tracks.

“Get down here,” was all you heard from Steve.

You shared a look with Dustin then descended the stairs, Dustin two steps behind. When you got to the bottom, Steve was holding the bat with something hanging off and shone the light onto it. You grimaced, it looked to be a slimy piece of flesh, it seemed to be slightly translucent with the light beating down on it.

“Did it fucking shed?”

“Oh, shit,” Dustin groaned.

If it shed its skin, that means it’s growing bigger. And Steve pointed the light in the direction of a buried tunnel that leads outside the Henderson cellar, things just got worse.

“Oh, shit!”

The three of you shuffled closer to the hole, Steve and Dustin in the front and you leaning in from behind, “no way,” you complained. 

It got away and- no- it was running around Hawkins in the dead of night, probably eating more cats. You hope Joyce and the boys got to Hopper in time, not wanting the baby to have gotten its teeth into Hopper. And you hope Will was feeling better, him being somehow connected to the tunnels made you uneasy.

“Okay, well, it’s too late to go out looking for it. So, how about we met up back here tomorrow morning? I gotta get home.”

“(Y/n)’s right, the both of you should come back around ten, and then we’ll go to the butchers.”

“For what?” Steve asked while standing up.

“Meat for bait, duh,” Dustin snarked.

Steve scoffed, “Whatever, Henderson.” He started to head for the stairs, “(Y/n), you need a ride home?” Steve asked, you and Dustin trailing behind him, the boy shutting the overhead light off.

“Yeah, I biked here and I know if my mom saw me when I got home, she'd probably have a stroke.”

So, with that, the two of you watched and waited for Dustin to head inside, lock his door, and give a thumbs up as his all-good signal. With your bike thrown into the trunk of Steve’s car and the radio volume on low, the two of you headed to your house.

…

“Looks like we have weekend plans after all.”

“I needed to clean my room, though.”

The first five minutes into the drive the two of you sat in silence, processing the information you gained tonight. Dustin had a baby Demogorgon, it ate his cat, now it ran off into the tunnels, and tomorrow morning the three of you are going to get meat to bait it so you can capture it. You just wanted to get home and make sure Will was feeling better before falling asleep.

“How’d Dustin find you? I don’t think you’ve ever crossed paths before.”

He hesitated in replying, “I was at the Wheelers, wanting to visit Nancy, and Dustin happened to be there.”

It stung to hear it, he was trying to win Nancy back. You heard their argument that day, Steve asking, almost demanding Nancy to tell him that she loved him. The way she hesitated in answering, clicked in your head fully just now. That night at Tina’s party, when they both ran off somewhere and when Steve rushed out of the house about five minutes later, sometimes during that he mentioned his love for Nancy. Steve loved Nancy. An invisible hand twisted the knife sticking out of your heart.

“You haven’t seen Nancy around, have you?” “Uh, no.”

And then silence again, your house coming into view. As Steve pulled into the driveway, you took notice of seeing no one's cars. Not Joyce’s, not Jonathan’s, just Bob’s, and you know he’s with Joyce and the boys. You didn’t want to be home alone, but the thought of asking Steve to stay wasn’t helping your growing panic.

“Do you…I could spend the night if you want. We have to meet with Henderson in the morning anyway.”

You knew what he was doing, even if he didn’t realize it. He noticed your hesitance in leaving and so he voiced the option you were also hesitant to ask. And a small part of you guessed that his parents weren’t home, and maybe a small part of him didn’t want to be home alone either.

“If you could, that would make me feel better.”

“Yeah, it’s no problem,” and he turned the engine off.

You unlocked the door and when you were reminded of the disaster covering your house you whirled around to Steve, his chest a hair away from you, “uh, just warning you, the inside is covered in drawings.”

He looked confused, “What-”

“It was during one of Will’s episodes,” and that clamped Steve’s mouth shut.

The two of you entered the darkened house, your steps followed by the crunching of the paper scattered across the hardwood flooring. With a flick of a switch, the house was bathed in yellow lighting, highlighting the paper taped to every surface possible in your home. You took a glance over your shoulder to look at Steve who looked both confused and also worried but seemed to be holding his tongue.

“Do you want anything to eat?” you shouted from the kitchen.

“We don’t have much right now, but there is fruit, some frozen waffles, some chocolate ice cream-”

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Steve’s close voice cut you off.

You closed the freezer door shut and turned so that your undivided attention was given to him. His hands were tucked into his front pants pockets, the sleeves of his jacket pushed up to his elbows. His right shoulder knocks against the side of the fridge, and his eyes hold empathy within.

Your fingers fidgeted with your coat sleeves, “What-what do you mean?” You stuttered out.

“You seem tense about something, and no one else is around, it’s just me. I’m a shoulder you can lean on,” his voice was hushed.

You wanted to take that offer so badly, just having someone that isn’t your family that you could express your every thought to. Someone who would understand your anxiety about this whole mess that’s ruined your lives. And you so badly wish you could just tell Steve ‘I’ve had a crush on you since eighth grade and watching you with Nancy twist the knife further into my bleeding heart, but I can’t say any of that because you love Nancy and I’m not even close to what she is.’

You looked away from Steve’s penetrating gaze, “I’m- I’m okay, just tired right now,” and you headed off to the hallway and into your room. You sorted through your draws, picking out a shirt that Steve could wear to sleep, and then you made a quick trip to Jonathan’s room and looked for a pair of sweatpants or gym shorts he could use.

“Are you avoiding something, Byers?”

You jumped from Steve’s voice, “Jesus,” a hand over your heart, “Don’t do that. And no, I’m getting you clothes to sleep in. You don’t want to sleep in your Levi’s I suspect.” You handed over the shirt and old gym shorts to Steve’s chest.

“You can change in the bathroom,” and you shut the door of your room.

You released a sigh, a hand brushing through your hair. You rushed in switching your jeans to your plaid pajama pants and threw on an old ratty shirt that used to be Jonathan’s. You thought about the sleeping arrangement and decided to just tough it out and share the bed with Steve, and if he was uncomfortable with that, you would just sleep in Jonathan’s room and give Steve your bed for the night.

Light knocking on your door broke the silence, “come in,” you called to Steve.

Steve opened the door, his head popping in first, “Is this your shirt?”

You were confused by the question, “Yeah, why?”

When Steve fully walked into your room it was like a dream come true. His hair was more fluffed and loose, strands curling and bending, his hand tucking through the strands in a nervous gesture. The shirt you gave him hugged his biceps and stretched over his chest, and with him having a longer torso than you the shirt ended up being a crop top on him, the bottom ending a few inches above his belly button. And the shorts sat low on his hips giving you the full view of Steve’s lower half and the hair leading from his belly button to down below the seams of the shorts. You gulped at the sight, but it didn’t stop there, his thighs were on display. His thighs, with thick dark coarse hair covering every inch to the very end of his legs. His sock-covered feet carried him to your dresser, his back leaning against the wood, “You think I could just sleep without a shirt?”

You almost choked on your saliva at the question, but obliged, “Ah, yeah, if it’s more comfortable for you.”

And he immediately grabbed the back of the shirt and pulled it over his head, his chestnut-colored hair being fussed with even more. And now his full chest was on display for you and you had to burn this moment into your memory in case you never get another opportunity for this. Subtly, you left a hand around your mouth to make sure it wasn’t open and catching flies. 

“Uh, uh, we can- we can share my bed if- if you’re okay with that. I could sleep in Jonathan’s room if you’re not.”

“No, it’s fine. Better to stay together, you know.”

Steve walked to the side of your bed that was empty and threw the covers back before slowly sliding onto the mattress. You stayed sitting over your covers on your side for a moment, just staring at your dresser, having to keep your heart steady. You honestly might combust after tonight. With hurried movements, you got under the covers and recovered yourself, one hand under your pillow and the other gripping onto the blanket. With nothing between you and Steve, it’s almost like you could feel his breathing, every intake and every exhale he took. The heat of his back being a touch away from you, was agonizing.

It was gonna be a long night.

…

You were only ten.

You were only ten and Will was only seven at the time. Jonathan was eleven that year, but he wasn’t home that day. Joyce was at work doing overtime and Lonnie was watching you and Will after school that cool autumn day. Your friend Tessa was staying after school that day, her dad called earlier and made sure it was okay with your mom or dad. Lonnie answered and said it was fine as long as she was picked up by eight-thirty, nine at the latest. So you, Will, and Tessa played in the backyard for about an hour before heading into the house for warmth. 

Will went to his room to color in private since he wasn’t comfortable showing his work around people he didn’t know. You and Tessa sat on the floor leaning against the side of your bed, your door closed all the way, something you weren’t allowed to do. It was always supposed to be just a crack. The two of you were listening to the new Donna Summers album Joyce was able to gift you for your birthday. The two of you bobbing your heads to the lyrics and production, losing yourselves to Mrs. Summers and forgetting about reality.

When the last song on side A finished, you moved the needle, and delicately flipped the record to side B, letting the needle touch the edge, a new song playing after a second. You looked over at Tessa, she was nodding and swaying her head to whatever song was playing. Her hair caught in the light, strands of her dark brown hair turning caramel, and a faint halo glittered over her head. Her eyes were closed and she had a dainty smile, her plush pink lips, her cheeks flushed with a faint rose on the apples. She looked so peaceful, just sitting with you and listening to music in your room.

She looked beautiful.

“Tessa,” your voice was a whisper.

She stopped her sway and opened her eyes to look at you. It’s like she had diamonds glittering within her pupils, they shone when she looked your way. It made you feel like a miner in the dark tunnels and you were the only one who struck the jackpot, the diamonds only shining for you, no one else was able to see their beauty.

Your actions happened before you had time to thoroughly process them. You leaned on one hand while the other reached out and rested against Tessa’s cheek, the pads of your fingers caressed her supple skin. And when it appeared she wasn’t afraid of what was happening, you took it further. You slowly leaned forward, giving her time to push you away, but she didn’t, and as your breaths were mixing, you gave her one more chance.

“If this isn’t something you want, just push me away,” your eyes look into hers.

A hand touched the point of your jaw where it met your earlobe, “I’m good,” and she closed the space.

The both of you were pretty inexperienced when it came to kissing, you were only ten after all. You stayed with your lips touching for a minute or two before Tessa got a bit bold and moved her mouth, her head tilting so her nose rested more against your cheek. She tasted sweet, like strawberries and lemonade, it made you crave more of her.

Just as you were leaning your body closer into her, the door to your room slammed open. The two of you pulled apart and your dad stood in the doorway, completely still and calculated. The flexing of his hand around the doorknob and the other flexing into a fist told you already, that he was furious.

“Tessa, your mom is here early.”

Tessa scurried from the floor and rushed out of the room to grab her stuff from the dining table. Lonnie pointed a finger at you, “You wait here,” and he left to see Tessa out and wish goodnight to her mother. You already knew what you were in for. Your heart was racing, a tremble started throughout your body, and you had to pull your knees into your chest to keep yourself together.

When you heard the sound of the door shutting louder than needed and the stomping of his feet coming down the hall, it was too late to run. Lonnie stood in the doorway, one hand on his hip and the other running over his face, rubbing against the scruff of his beard. His eyes were closed and a hollow chuckle left his mouth.

“I don’t know how I fathered two f***. With all the discipline I give to you kids, and it still somehow seeps its claws into you.”

He sighed and walked further into the room, darkness shadowing his eyes. You weren’t prepared when he leaped for your feet and yanked you hard, your head smacking against the carpet. He dragged you down the hallway, your nails trying to find an opening to grasp onto, your heart pounding out of your rib cage. With Jonathan not here, you knew he was about to give you the worst beating.

Tears were streaming down your face and sobs hiccuped from your throat, “I guess I gotta give you a good lesson. And no big brother around for protection.”

When you got to the living room he threw your legs onto the floor, and you tried to crawl away. A sudden pressure against your spine made a screaming sound out through the house. “Ah, no getting away.” You heard the metal of his belt as he unclasped it, the strain in the leather from the pulling.

You begged and pleaded through a sore throat and snot bubbles, pleading for forgiveness and saying how you’ll never do it again. But he didn’t care. He pulled the back of your shirt up and threw the belt down hard. Your cry of pain being covered by another noise of leather hitting your skin, fire running through your body. Before you could pull in a puff of air, the belt came down again.

“If I,” fire, “ever,” another flair, “see you,” the echo bounced against the walls, “kissing,” your breath caught in your lungs, “another girl,” the foot on your spine dug deeper, “you’re dead.”

He gave you a moment, this one moment to breathe, allow your skin to sting even more against the air, and your one chance to give him the answer he wants to hear.

“Do you understand? I won’t have any f*** under my roof. I’m already dealing with the fairy Will, I don’t need to hear about you running around town and kissing girls.”

You choked on your cries and sniffled past the snot bubbles forming, “I won’t do it again, I- I- I pro-mise.”

…

When you bolted upright you could still feel the stinging and burning sensation flaring over your back, like you got the beating at that moment. Your skin felt sticky with sweating building on your body, your sleep shirt, and pants clinging to your body. Strands stuck to your face and probably look frazzled. With a hand going over your face you could still feel the tear tracks that fell from your eyes and down your cheek, the stains evident on your shirt.

You looked over at Steve, his back still facing you and moving slowly. The quiet snores leaving his mouth told you he was fast asleep, and none the wiser to your dilemma. You allowed yourself to stare at him, the darkness hiding your wandering gaze and the longing within you.

When you feel the desire to reach out to him is when you remove yourself from the bed and tiptoe out of the room. You did a quick check into Joyce’s room and snuck out a carton of cigs. You did your usual routine when it came to nightmares, wake up in a sweat, quietly leave the house, go outside to the backyard and lay down, and stare at the stars. But now you’ll be smoking because it wasn’t a fake scenario, it was a memory of one of the few beatings your father inflicted on you.

You told yourself you would refrain from smoking, weed or not, but sometimes you can make an exception. You sat on the steps that lead outside, cigarette between your lips and lighter flickering on. The burn of the nicotine in your lungs honestly felt nice at this moment. An exhale of smoke clouded your vision, blurring the stars and the forest before your eyes. The sounds of crickets singing and the snapping of twigs in the forest filled the silent void.

It wasn’t long until the sound of the back doors opening and closing told you that Steve had woken up. You heard his feet padding down the steps and left his body sitting beside you. He didn’t say anything and you chose to speak first, just the sound of you inhaling.

“So…” Steve chose to speak, but it seemed he didn’t think first, “you smoke now?”

You grin, “surprised?”

“A little, is that why you hang out with Munson?”

“Okay, first of all, he’s my friend, and second…I did go to him for weed at first.”

“Wow, little Byers knows how to handle her weed.”

You inhaled again, “Yeah, well, when you have dreams that make it impossible to get even an hour of sleep, you have to resort to other options.”

You continue to just stare at the woods, fresh air, and nicotine mixing.

“Are nightmares still happening?”

You nodded, “it was better for a while, no new Demogorgon nightmares, but today, I suddenly had a memory instead of a nightmare.”

“What- what kind of memory? If- if you want to share.”

You were too tired to care about being nervous or sharing something like this with Steve, but you needed to let it out. So you took one more inhale of the dying cigarette. You held the smoke in your lungs for almost thirty seconds and let a shaky exhale of smoke out.

“It was when I was ten, I had a friend over at my house, a girl. And something in me just decided to kiss her that day, like something was in the air or whatever. My dad walked in on the two of us, and when she left he came back to my room. He dragged me by my ankles into the living room and beat me on the back with his belt. Called me a f*g and poked insults at Will. Said if he ever heard about or caught me kissing another girl, I’m dead. First of three beatings he ever gave me.”

You stubbed out the cigarette beside you on the steps, debating if you should light a new one after recounting the horror to Steve. With a look in the direction of Steve, since he was being so quiet during the whole thing, you were struck by his eyes that were holding so much sympathy it made you a little uncomfortable. It suddenly hit you that you just told Steve about a core memory about your first kiss and first beating, only one of those things worries you about his reaction.

“Steve, do you hate me because I happen to like girls?”

Now he looked shocked by your admission, “What? I-“

“Well, when you were fighting with Jonathan that day in the alley, you did call him…” you trailed off, knowing Steve got what you meant.

“I was…I was angry and pissed that day. I didn’t- I didn’t mean what I said,” he sighed. “I…My parents told me multiple times that if people weren’t upper class, didn’t have a family, didn’t have the quote-on-quote ‘white picket fence life,’ they would be messed up. That if they exercised abnormal behavior, they were a stain on the planet, on this town. And it included…”

“Liking someone of the same sex.”

“Yeah, and I used those thoughts when I was angry that day, using the rumors people spread of your family around town and school. And I saw how scared you looked when Carol started to taunt you, mentioning Tessa Anderson. So I just wanted to tell you, completely, that I don’t see you differently. You are still the badass and quiet (Y/n) Byers that I know and I’m forever glad we became friends. And I’m still sorry for what I said to Jonathan that day and in general, and I’ll be picking up those broken pieces for the coming years.”

You didn’t know what to say in response to his little speech, all you could think of was, “You’ve really matured over the past year.”

Steve let a snort out at the comment. You drank up the sound of his quiet chuckling, something you want to bottle up forever and keep tucked into your mind. With his eyes closed, it allowed you to admire his beauty in the moonlight, light bouncing off his hair, gliding over the planes on his face, the slope of his nose. He looked like a marble statue, something crafted with gentle and patient hands.

His warm, calloused hand rested on your shoulder, “We should head inside, try and get a bit of sleep.”

Picking up the pack of cigs and the lighter you stood from your stoop, Steve standing a second later and heading to the doors. Ever the gentleman he is, waiting for you to enter the screen door before following then taking the house door into his hands. You quickly went to Joyce’s room and replaced the missing items. When you turned to leave you saw that Steve was just leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, feet crossed at the ankle and his head hitting the frame.

“Are you a lost puppy all of a sudden?” you joked.

You saw a smile, “no, just felt weird to be in your room without you.”

“Oh. Well, we can go back now.” You walked closer to him, “oh, also, did I wake you up?”

He looked confused, “I mean, did me leaving the bed or room wake you up before you came out into the backyard?”

He softened at your question, “no, I was fast asleep. I woke up ‘cause it started to feel cold and the bed felt a bit empty. And when you weren’t beside me I got a bit worried and went looking for you.”

‘He’s gonna be the actual death of you’

“Oh. Well, I should be fine the rest of the night. And I’ll be quiet if I shuffle around my room in my tired state.”

He stopped you before you left Joyce’s room, “if you have another bad memory or nightmare, just… wake me up, okay? I’m here for you.”

“Uh, yeah, okay. And the same goes for you, just wake me up if something happens.”

And the two of you headed off back to your room, not another sentence between the both of you for the rest of the night. Steve with his back facing you again and you just stared at the ceiling until your lids became too heavy and you succumbed to the darkness. And thankfully it was no horrible memory from youth or a traumatizing Demogorgon killing your loved ones, no, it was a sweet and peaceful dream, one that you will keep to yourself.

…

“Rick sure was giving us a scrutinizing look.”

“We did ask for almost ten pounds of meat, (Y/n).”

“Again, thank you Steve for paying.”

The next morning when you and Steve met up with Dustin at his house and then made a quick stop at the butcher to get bait for Dart, that’s what Dustin insisted upon calling it. When you got to the woods that are close to the train tracks which lead to the junkyard, Steve began unloading supplies while you and Dustin grabbed rubber gloves.

“This is Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin?”

“Well, well, well, look who it is,” he was giving full sarcasm to Lucas.

“Sorry, man. My stupid sister turned it off.”

“Hey, don’t call Erica stupid,” you blurted out, Lucas probably not even hearing.

“Well, when you were having sister problems, Dart grew again, he escaped, and I’m pretty sure he’s a baby Demogorgon.” “Wait. What?”

“I’ll explain later. Meet me, Steve, and (Y/n) at the old junkyard.” “Steve?” Lucas sounded surprised.

You looked over at Steve, he was stuffing the nail bat into his bag along with the gasoline and threw it over his shoulder then slipped the last pair of yellow rubber gloves. He seemed to be ignoring the whole conversation.

“And bring your binoculars and wrist rocket.”

“Steve Harrington?” Lucas had to ask for confirmation.

Steve slammed the trunk shut and you bent down to grab one of the three buckets of meat. The weight of it already gives a light strain on your shoulder.

“All right, let’s go,” Steve sounded out.

The three of you left the BMW and headed into the woods.

“Just be there, stat. Over and out,” and Dustin rushed off to be next to Steve leaving you walking behind the two boys.

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[biillyhargroves]

established harringroveson but Eddie has no idea about the Upside Down, is blissfully unaware of the secret world beyond Hawkins until July 4, 1985. he gets a call from a frantic Steve, barely coherent, all Eddie can make out is Billy and hospital and come now.

“What did the bastard do this time?” Eddie asks, already assuming the worst, sure that Neil has something to do with this. He’s rushing around his room, pulling on his shoes, searching for his keys, tangled in the phone cord as he hustles with his heart in his throat.

“No,” Steve says. “No, it’s not — it’s — just get here. I’ll explain everything. Just…I need you here.”

Steve’s voice cracks. He sounds so young and small and scared, and Eddie assured him that he’s on his way, slams down the phone and bolts out the door, peels out of Forest Hills like his damn life depends on it. He makes it to the hospital in record time, is confused as hell to see Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers looking like they’d crawled out of hell, Robin Buckley spaced out beside a bruised and battered Steve Harrington. Eddie thinks the doctors should be working on him, realizes there’s already stitches threaded through his brow when he steps closer. Steve rises to meet him, practically falls into Eddie’s arms.

“What the hell happened?” Eddie asks, hands roaming, prodding at Steve, lighting over the ugly bruises painting his jaw, his eye. Steve just shakes his head.

“I’m fine,” he mutters, over and over again, as much for himself as for Eddie. “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

Eddie knows it’s a lie, but he placates Steve, will deal with him later. His hands grip Steve’s biceps, holding him up, and he asks, “Where is he?”

Steve raises his eyes, looks at Eddie as if for the first time. He opens his mouth but no sound comes out. He swallows thickly and there are tears in his eyes and Eddie wonders if maybe he doesn’t quite want to know what’s happened to Billy, if perhaps the news is worse than he’d expected. But he needs to know. He has to.

“Steve,” Eddie says, squeezing Steve’s arms. “Where’s Billy?”

“He got— he’s…he’s in surgery. They won’t— they rushed him back there. I haven’t seen him, I can’t—“ Just like he was on the phone, Steve speaks disjointedly, confusedly. Robin quietly points them toward a bathroom down the hall and Eddie pulls Steve into its quiet privacy. He guides Steve to the bank of sinks, uses a damp paper towel to dab at Steve’s cuts. Steve cries, silent tears slipping down his face, and Eddie brushes them away with his thumb.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, even though he’s lot share if this is true. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“I have to tell you what happened,” Steve says eventually, and Eddie nods, says okay, braces himself for whatever bomb Steve is about to drop. “It’s going to sound crazy,” Steve says.

“Try me,” Eddie says, his forehead resting against Steve’s, one hand on the back of Steve’s neck, holding him steady. Steve tells him everything, about the demogorgons and the Russians and the Mind Flyer, and it does sound crazy, but Eddie drinks it all in, doesn’t interrupt, let’s Steve tell the whole story before he lightly brushes Steve’s temple and asks, “How hard did you hit your head?”

“I’m telling the truth,” Steve insists.

“Baby,” Eddie says softly, smoothing Steve’s hair, frowning when Steve meets his gaze with a stony seriousness Eddie has never quite seen before. He falters, quietly says, “Come on. This sounds like a D&D campaign.”

“It’s not fucking D&D,” Steve snaps, and he pulls himself roughly away, starts pacing the length of the bathroom, hands in his hair, chest working overtime, near-hyperventilating as he says, “Billy was— he was dying, I watched it happen, that thing just— and he— there was blood everywhere, and he was— I though he— it’s real, it’s fucking real, and we almost lost him, we might still lose him, and I should have…I couldn’t protect him, I should have protected him, I should have been there.”

He’s crying again, tears flowing freely, his face screwed up in frustration and fear. Eddie crosses to him in two easy steps, pulls Steve into his arms, whispers, “Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. Come here.” He holds Steve against him, offers quiet assurances until Steve settles.

“I’m scared,” Steve whispers. “We can’t lose him.”

“We’re not going to,” Eddie says with all the conviction he can muster. He’s still not sure if he believes all of this, not until the next morning when they can finally see Billy. He looks so small in his hospital bed, tubes and wires crawling over him— one jammed down his throat, an IV jabbed in the crook of his arm, machines beeping and chiming all around him. There’s no blanket on him. His skin is sickly pale, his veins dark and protruding, and there are thick bandages covering nearly every inch of visible flesh. Max had given them the rundown: the surgery had lasted hours, ruptured organs sutured, broken bones set; he was in a medically-induced coma, pumped full of painkillers and antibiotics.

Eddie and Steve take up two chairs at Billy’s bedside, one on either side, each of them holding Billy’s hands.

“Hey, babe,” Eddie says quietly. Billy looks so fragile, and Eddie is so afraid to touch him, but he stamps a feather-light kiss to Billy’s temple and tells him, “We’re here. We’re here with you.” He looks at Steve. In the harsh glare of the daylight, under the unnatural brightness of the fluorescents overhead, the bruising across Steve’s face looks even worse than it had last night. It breaks Eddie’s heart, seeing the two of them like this — so hurt, so broken. He holds fast to Billy’s hand and reaches for Steve with his free hand. “Hey,” he says when Steve doesn’t take it, and Steve’s eyes slide from Billy to Eddie. He clears his throat, slips his free hand into Eddie’s. Eddie squeezes, promises, “We’ve got him. He’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay.”

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