#imagine stranger things

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The One I've Been Waiting For {Part 04 of 13}

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Older!reader

Word count: 2 K

Summary: Billy Hargrove is just one of the many students you're supposed to help. The last thing you expect from your interaction is that he'll start flirtt with you... Much less that Billy would stir up feelings you'd rather keep hidden. Despite the mutual sentiments that soon enough start to grow, there are a lot of reasons for whatever it is to be left alone, and one of them is your age...

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A/N: In this story, reader is 5 years older than Billy, who's 18.

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The Heart and the Mind

Billy's mind is a chaotic place. But this time is for a whole different reason. It's been a while since he got together with a girl, and he doesn't even miss it. He did think about it more than a few times, but every time he considers it... All he can think about is her.

“Billy!” Max suddenly yells, snapping him out of his thoughts. With an angry face, he glances at her.

“What the hell, shitface?”

“What's wrong with you? Why are you acting so weird?” Max asks, and he rolls his eyes, focusing on the road.

“I'm normal.” Shrugging his shoulders, Billy checks his face through the review mirror. There's nothing wrong with him.

“No, you're not. You're more stupid than usual. And less angry.” She goes on, and Billy runs a hand through his head before hanging an arm on the open window. “It looks like you have something in your head.”

“Max, shut the hell up.” He mutters, taking a deep breath. “Care about your own business and leave me alone.”

“Fine, whatever.” She mumbles.

He was just about to lash out at her again when he remembers what (Y/N) said. Billy was never too fond of Max, and he doesn't want her to be one more thing he has to care about. But they were both forced into each other's lives, and she also has to deal with Neil. Of course, she doesn't see the worst side of him, since she's Susan's daughter. But part of Billy, a tiny little part is happy she's not the one being beaten up. Thinking about it now, imagining Neil hitting Max, makes him angry. Furious.

“What about that shitty boyfriend you have?” He asks, eyes on the road.

“What about him?”

“Damn it, Maxine. Is he treating you ok? Because if he ever does anything I'll have to end his miserable life.” He's finally at the Elementary School, stopping the car. “We're family now, it doesn't matter how we feel about it, so if anyone screws up with you, it's my business too.”

“You're going crazy.” She mumbles before opening the door.

“Maybe I am.” He whispers to himself, ignoring how she pushes the door close.

Driving fast, he makes his way to Hawking High School for more endless hours of bullshit. Billy can't take this anymore, not here at least. He was never into school, but back in Cali, at least he was home, in a place he loved. But here, he has nothing.

Nothing but a girl stuck in his head. A girl whose smile is burned in his memory, that he plays back all the time. Billy acts like he doesn't have a heart, but (Y/N) certainly makes him feel as if it's beating again. Maybe for the first time in his life.

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You've been quite off the whole morning, not paying attention to anything. Lucky for you, today's class is just about the presentations of last month's projects, and since your group was the first one, you had the privilege of sitting in the back and letting your mind float away from this place.

The thing you don't want to think about is the only thing you think about. Or better said, the person.

Billy has been going through your mind on a daily basis, ever since you last met him when you went to the quarry. You did cross paths with him at school, and he was nice, asking how your day was. With kind eyes and a beautiful smile.

And now, the man has been constantly in your head. Night and day, even though you've been struggling not to. And you like thinking about him. You even miss him, looking down at you with those blue eyes.

“(Y/N),” Tanya calls, and you snap out of your thoughts, noticing that the class is over. “Where are you? You didn't even pay attention to the project's presentation.”

“Yeah, I...” Gathering your stuff, you follow Tanya outside. “I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

“Nevermind, Tany. It's stupid.”

“Well–”

“How is my beautiful girlfriend doing?” The voice is quickly followed by a sudden hug. Liam has one arm around Tanya and the other around your shoulders. He kisses her before placing a kiss on your cheek. “And my beautiful bestie?” You wrinkle your noise at his word and the high pitched voice he usually uses.

“Your bestie has a boy in her head.” Tanya singsongs, and you roll your eyes. “I have to go to the restroom. Be right back.” Kissing Liam again, she waves at you and walks away.

“So you finally met someone you're interested in?” Liam asks as you move to one of the wooden benches set near the walls.

“Let's sit there.”

The wind is stronger than earlier today, making the tree's branches bend over. The campus is beautiful, and as you sit down, pulling your legs up, you watch as people come and go. The exposed skin of your shoulders makes you feel cold, but you ignore it. You like it here, it's far better than the one in Indianapolis. There's more nature, and the campus is full of trees and bushes, and even a garden on the East side. Things move slower here in Hawkings, but you like it.

“So? Who's this guy?”

“Liam, I need a guy's opinion on something.” Crossing your legs, you turn towards him.

“Bring it on.”

“How would you feel if Tanya was older than you?”

Liam furrows his eyebrows, getting a thoughtful expression for a while. He seems quite surprised by your question. “Well, if was still Tanya, I'd fall for her anyway.” He says, nodding to himself. “I mean, the dynamic would be different. Let's say that by her age she could have children or even an ex-husband. And the years of experience would probably make a gap in between us and if we're from different generations we'd like different things but–”

“Children and ex-husband?” You cut him off, not able to follow up with whatever he's saying.

“Yeah. The probabilities are that she'd at least have one past long-term relationship.”

Closing your eyes for a few seconds to gather your thoughts, you take a deep breath. “Liam, let me rephrase that. What if Tanya was, let's say... Five years older than you?” That's way too specific. “Would you still like her? Or even consider dating her?”

Liam gives you a look, raising one eyebrow. “Here I am, analyzing every aspect and challenge of a relationship with an age gap and you were speaking about five years?” You silently nod. “That's not even a gap. That's just a couple of years, no big deal.”

“It's just that... When the guy is older everyone finds it hot.” You start, looking down at your hands. You shouldn't even be talking about this, since Billy Hargrove isn't even a possibility. But this is just something you need to know, something you need someone else's opinion on. And Liam, being a guy, gives you a better perspective. “But when it's the other way around... People find it weird.”

“(Y/N), age is just a number.” He's still speaking when Tanya comes back, sitting next to him. “Correction. After eighteen, age is just a number. You're both adults and it doesn't matter what people say, only what you feel. And you don't even look your age, people wouldn't even spot the age difference.”

“What makes you think I'm talking about me?” You're quick to defend yourself, stuttering a little.

“Because you were way too specific for this to be a hypothetical situation or about someone else.” Liam exchanges a look with Tanya, who smiles.

“You know you don't have to hide things from us.” She says, reaching out a hand, which you hold. “We're here to help and support you. And if something happens between you and Billy we'll be happy for–”

“Nothing will happen.” Cutting her off, you sigh. “I just needed Liam's opinion on it. I was curious, that's all.”

“Look, the only problem I see with you getting into a relationship with Billy is his reputation.” Tanya starts, and Liam nods. They don't have much contact with Billy, but, like everyone who lives in Hawkins, they heard about him. “He's a bad boy, gets all the girls he wants, and throws them away when he's done. You're not into that kind of thing.”

“You're a hopeless romantic,” Liam adds.

“Exactly. So be careful.”

“I will.” You whisper, running a hand through your hair.

After another class, Tanya drives you to Hawkins High School where you attend this girl, Clarissa. A quick rain came and passed during the time you were with her in the classroom. But by the time you're done, the sun is trying to win over the thick, grey clouds taking over.

You're walking through the halls next to Clarissa, chatting. She's kind, and despite not being that good at Biology, you can see she's trying her best. “I'm way too nervous for this test. I need at least a C.”

“You'll do fine. I can make you a quiz if you want, to help you go over the topics again.” You offer as you move outside, the cold wind making you shiver.

“That would be amazing, thanks!” She cheers, giving you a quick hug before waving and heading to her car.

You go to the public phones since you need Tanya to pick you up. But after calling twice, you're almost giving up.

“Hey.” The sound makes you turn around, putting the phone back in place. Billy smiles, and you can't help but do the same.

“Hi.” You shyly say. “How have you been?” Talking to Billy is different now. You have ideas in your head, ideas you know you shouldn't have. “What are you doing here so late?”

“Basketball game.”

“Did your team win?”

“Of course.”

“That's great.” Taking the phone again, you try calling one more time. But she doesn't answer. “Shit.”

“Something wrong?”

“No, it's just–” Putting the phone back, you start walking, bracing yourself. “–Tanya was supposed to come for me but her telephone must be broken again.”

“Here,” Billy says, and when you look at him, you find the guy taking off his jacket.

“No, you don't have to–” He's already handing it over to you. “I'm alright, really.”

He doesn't say anything, and when it takes too long for you to move, Billy puts the jacket around your shoulders. You're immediately surrounded by warmth, and also his scent. It's familiar now, even though you don't spend too much time around him. But it makes you feel... Odd. In a good way.

“Thanks.” You whisper, stepping back and clearing your throat. “I gotta go now. Before the rain catches me.” With a little wave, you start walking again.

But Billy is quick to grab your arm, gently. “Do you really think I'll let you walk home with a storm coming?” As if to make his point clear, a distant thunder echoes.

“Billy...” You don't want to go with him. Being around Billy is dangerous, it brings out feelings you don't understand. Feelings you don't want to think about.

“(Y/N), C'mon. It's just a ride home.” The grip on your arm slips until he's holding your hand. It sends some kind of wave through your arm, like electricity.

You're moving before you notice, following him.

“Hey, Billy boy!” Someone shouts, and you give the guy a quick look before going for the passenger door. “Saturday at my place! It's gonna be wild, don't forget.”

“I won't.” He answers as you get inside, putting the seatbelt on. Billy is quick to settle down, turning the ignition. “Party on Saturday. Wanna come?”

“I can't. My group will come to my place to work on some papers.”

“Is it true or you just don't wanna go out with me?” Billy hits the street, and you struggle to deal with the anxiety. But it doesn't take much until you notice the... Normal speed. A lot different from last time.

“It's true.” You simply say, feeling yourself relaxing.

“So... Does that means you'd go out with me some other time?” Billy glances at you, and you feel your cheeks blushing.

You're supposed to say no immediately, make it clear this is just a ride home. That you're just... Friends. But why didn't the words come out? It would be so much easier... “Billy, you know we-”

“Mhmm, the age thing.” He cuts you off, a smirk in his voice. “Why don't you do the most simple thing?”

“Which is?”

“Ask if I care about it.” He's already staring when you look at him.

“Eyes on the road.” You warn him, and he smiles before complying. It's getting hard to deal with all this. Billy doesn't get out of your head, and you were hoping whatever this is, it would fade away. That time would help. But here you are again, with him, and all the walls separating between you are crumbling down... And you like it. You want to take them all down. But you are a thinker, and you're scared. None of the guys you were interested in before made you feel this way. But why now? Why Billy?

You just want to get home and stay the hell away from him and all the feelings he causes.

“Alright, Princess.” He sighs.

“Don't call me that.”

“Why not?”

“Well, do you?” You burst out, almost involuntary. Your heart and mind are at war, and both want to win.

Billy smiles, slowing down for the red light until he stops completely. Then, he looks at you, those blue eyes almost hypnotizing you. They're powerful... Or are you the one who's too weak?

“You're the only girl I ever met that I really want to know.” He says, voice low and deep, sending shivers down your spine. “So no. I don't give a damn about your age, Princess.”

You're frozen, still looking at him when someone blasts the horn, and you snap out, seeing that the light is green. “Some other time then... Maybe.” You whisper, clearing your throat and running a hand through your hair.

Your heart is beating fast, cheerful to know how he feels about it. But your mind... It tells you otherwise.

@aunicornmademedoit @alexa4040 @goth-cowgirl-03 @nyctophilic0vitnir @minispice-1

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[frost-queen]

Wrong side of paradise (Reader x Steve Harrington)

Requested by: @utterly-in-like​, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusernam,  @subjecta13-thefangirl

Summary: R & Steve have been friends since childhood. R has fallen in love with him but her love is unrequeted since Steve still has a thing for Nancy. When R get’s affected by headaches, she knows what that means but keeps it a secret. Until she is pulled in too deep and need help to come back. (Keeping it a secret, unrequited love) I altered the time-line a bit to my own choice! <Read part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 >

“I…I need a moment.” – you said getting up. Nancy quirked her eyebrow up. You moved passed Dustin getting outside of the trailer. – “Just stay close!” – Robin shouted before you slammed the door shut. You hurried outside, creating a large distance between the trailer and you. Swallowing you tried to stop your tears from ever appearing. You walked in a straight line across the trailer park into the woods. Leaves crunched underneath your shoes. You gasped loud, gripping onto a wooden park bench in the woods. These weren’t just headaches. It was Vecna luring you into his death trap. 

The dreadful pounding in your head, you had for a week now. You screamed loud knowing what it meant. You were sentenced to die. Fists trembling at the intensity of your voice scraping. You straightened yourself pacing around. The more you thought about it, the more it upset you. You screamed again, grabbing the bin by the picnic bench. Picking it up, you threw it away. Litter scattering the ground. You lost control. Stomping wildly on the ground, jumping hysterical at your emotions that needed to be outed. Running your hands rough through your hair. Screaming, crying, cursing in all ways. Punching your fists in the air at the breakdown you were having.

After a while broke you down on the bench, exhausted. All of your energy outed in your rage. Catching your breath you leaned back. Face up to the sky. Closing your eyes you took a moment to calm yourself down. You couldn’t return in this state. You wiped your cheek dry at the sound of twigs snapping. You jumped up, seeing a startled Robin. – “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” – she said holding her hands up. You lowered your gaze, relieved it was her. – “You… you okay Y/n?” – she asked dropping her hands. You sat down again with a deep exhale. Robin walked around the bench to join you. She let her elbows rest against the table behind her, leaning back. – “It’s all a bit crazy, isn’t it?” – she started. 

“I mean last year with that whole mindflayer thing in the mall. Phew that was mental. Russians! Who knew they were involved in it. Now we’ve got Vecna haunting our memories for whatever purpose.” – She rambled on with a shiver. – “Can you imagine Vecna tormenting your conscious, slithering his way in to show you all sort of traumatic shit and when he finally has you, he bends you like a straw. Eyes gouged out…” – you shuddered at the thought, thinking about it. – “Robin!” – you called out, wanting her to stop. She abruptly stopped, looking at you. – “Oh sorry. I ramble on when I get nervous. My mother always says it to me that I can’t seem to stop talking and I barely even notice it…” – she paused smiling. – “I am rambling again… I’m…I’m just going to shut my mouth.”

You chuckled seeing her press her lips together with a lot of effort. Robin smiled seeing you cheered up. She leaned forwards staring into the woods. – “I don’t think we’ve actually had a full on conversation without Steve present.” – she said swaying her feet back and forth. – “No…” – you answered with a faint smile. – “It’s quite nice…” – Robin spoke looking over at you. – “It is.” – you replied. Robin got up, offering you, her hand. – “Ready to be amongst the lions again?” – you nodded, letting her pull you up. The two of you entered seeing a few heads turn in your direction. – “Found her!” – Robin exclaimed pointing at you. 

You moved to the background letting the other’s take charge as usual. You were surprised to see Steve slide closer to you. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. – “You good?” – he questioned. – “Yes… it was just a lot of information at once.” – you lied with a smile. Steve turned his head to you, laying his hand on your head. – “Good…” – he mumbled out, lifting his hand up to pat you on the head. A few times slow. It made your heart flutter. Steve and you had been friends since childhood. As thick as thieves, just lately you started to feel more for him. 

You wanted to be more than just friends. Steve looked away as you caught him staring at Nancy. It made your smile drop, knowing very well. You moved your head away so he would stop patting your head mindlessly. - “Shall we listen in?” – you suggested, gesturing to the others. You left without hearing his response. – “Sure…” – Steve said, his voice fading out when you left his side. He swallowed locking eyes with Robin before he sat down. Robin shrugged her shoulders.

**

Your flashlight illuminated the ground. Dustin and Steve walked across behind you into another room. You entered a room in the old, abandoned Creel house. The room was covered in cobwebs, white sheets over the dining table. You lost your balance for a second, falling against the doorframe as you felt it. The headaches. Somehow it intensified in the old house. You pressed your fingers against your forehead to put pressure on it. – “Y/n you, okay?” – Robin’s voice startled you as her hand touched your shoulder. – “Yeah… yeah…” – you told her wiping your hand down your face. – “I’m…I’m just tired.” – it was half a truth. 

You were indeed exhausted from keeping Vecna at bay and helping out your friends at the same time. Robin gave your shoulder a little squeeze. – “I can tell.” – she flashed her light up in your face with a soft chuckle. It made you close your eyes to block the light out. – “Sorry.” – she immediately spoke, lowering her light. – “That was a dick move.” – she continued feeling a bit guilty at pointing out your tired face. – “That’s alright Robin.” – you breathed out blinking slowly to keep the headache at bay. – “I do look like shit.” – you commented with a laugh. Robin gasped loud. – “You look gorgeous, you queen!” – she answered letting herself fall against you.

You pushed her away playfully, laughing loud. Robin and you busted out in laughter. Steve entered the dining room with furrowed brows. – “Really?” – he said pointing his flashlight at the both of you. Robin and you stopped laughing, swallowing nervously. – “Sorry Steve.” – Robin joked out, pressing her lips together afterwards. You tried your very best to hold in that snort that would get the laughing train going again. – “Can any of you please focus!” – He flashed his light up in your faces, making you move your hand up to block it. – “Roger that!” – Robin saluted with a sneer. You snorted loud, unbale to hold it in. Steve rolled his eyes, turning around. 

You licked your lips watching him leave. Pining for him, couldn’t you stop yourself from yearning. You knew your love was unrequited, for who would not fall in love with Nancy Wheeler. She was everything. Your very own Nancy Drew with a badass attitude. Still it hurt to see him still fall in love with her. Robin nudged you with her elbow. – “Come on.” – She motioned with her head for you to follow. You slowly turned around, going after her. The two of you maneuvered from the dining room to the kitchen. You moved your arm up to your nose to block out the smell. Robin almost gaged. – “Ghastly.” – she commented, pinching her nose shut. – “Smells like Steve’s dirty socks.” – she joked sounding funny.

You laughed loud, inhaling a bit of the stank. It made you cough, waving your hand in front of you. Robin slapped you on the back with a loud chuckle. The two of you left the kitchen for what it was, heading through a door that lead to a smaller room in the back. There was nothing special in the room. Just some old baskets and dirty cloths that had caught dust for ages. In the back was a door, ivy woven around it, having found a way through creaks of the brick wall. – “So…” – Robin started trying her way at the door. – “What is up with you and Steve?” – she gritted her teeth as the door wouldn’t budge. – “What do you mean?” – you answered, letting your flashlight shine around. Robin stepped back with a loud huff. She stuck her flashlight out to you. 

You took it, holding it for her. – “You know…” – she started, rolling her sleeve up. You gulped at the flirtatious wink that she threw at you. – “It’s nothing like that!” – you called out loud as Robin was rolling her other sleeve up. – “Come on Y/n. I’m not blind. I saw the way you looked at him earlier. You were practically drooling.” – Robin answered having another go at the door. – “I was not!” – you hissed at her. – “So… you are to tell me you feel nothing more for good old Steve?” – she grunted pushing at the door. – “I don’t!” – you responded loudly. Robin puffed some hair out of her face, groaning as she pushed against the door once more. – “Liar.” – Robin breathed out, using her weight against the door.

You groaned loud, joining in. You pushed your hands firmly against the door. It didn’t budge as you spun around. With your back against it, pushed you firmly. – “It’s nothing.” – you forced out between a clenched jaw. – “It is Y/n! If you like Steve, you should tell him!” – Robin breathed out, shoving her shoulder against the framework. – “What is the point to it!” – you answered frustrated. – “He’ll never notice me.” – you pushed your back hard against the door feeling it budge a bit. 

“because” – you continued stomping hardly with your body against the wooden door. – “I’m not Nancy!” – you yelled out as the door budged. Robin caught you just in time before you were send down with it. Panting loud, shared you a concerned look. A cold breeze chilled up as the newly made gap caught your attention. Robin hummed curiously out loud walking through. You followed her into the yard. You gave her flashlight back stepping into the damp grass. Your light fell on a wooden swing, hauntingly rocking. It made you shudder. Robin and you parted a bit, each taking a side of the yard to investigate.

You felt the goosebumps rise in your neck, leaving a chill down your spine. The wind ruffled through the leaves, sending them dancing your way. You slowly turned around letting your eyes go up. Your eyes widened at the attic’s window. There you saw him. Vecna. Staring soullessly down to you. The striking of a clock made you jump out of your skin. The world felt like turning topsy turvey. Upside down with an eerie atmosphere. The wind sounded like a banshee’s scream. It made you cover your ears up, losing contact with the window. Catching your breath, looked you up once more. 

The attic window empty. No sign of him. You started to look around frantically, hearing the clock chime thrice. Behind you in a hollow tree was the clock. You screamed it out, backing away from it. Gasping loud, you bumped against someone. Turning your head slightly to the left, saw you boney fingers crawl up your shoulder. You screamed your lungs out, slapping the hand away from you. Spinning around, saw you him stand there. Vecna. Henry Creel. – “Come now Y/n.” – he spoke holding his hand out to you. You shook your head, taking a run for it.

Meanwhile shone Robin’s flashlight on you. – “Did you hear me Y/n?” – she spoke moving over to you. Her flashlight dropped onto the grass as her eyes widened. – “Y/n!” – she called out, grabbing your shoulders to shake them back and forth. – “What… you… why didn’t you tell me!” – she panicked, shaking you roughly. You weren’t hearing her, trapped in Vecna’s curse. – “Damn it Y/n! Why didn’t you tell me!” – Robin fought back the upcoming tears. She breathed shallow, looking around for any help. Everyone was still in the house, unaware of the troubles in the backyard. 

She knew the clock was ticking so heading inside for help would have no positive outcome. She knew she’d be too late to save you. – “Okay, okay, okay.” – she reassured herself tapping her head. – “Think… think Robin… what song did she like…” – Robin snapped her finger trying to get the song off the tip of her tongue. – “Think Robin!” – she cursed, slapping herself. – “Wow, okay I needed that.” – she said to herself as it was a wake-up call. Your song suddenly popped in her head as she called it out.

It took her but 1.0 seconds to start singing your favorite song. With her finger mimicked she the beat to assist her. She kept singing, shaking your shoulders for you to hear it. Her eyes widened when your feet lifted off the ground. – “No, no-no-no” – she stuttered out, shaking her head as you soared higher. – “Y/n!” – Robin screamed as you floated mid-air. Robin started jumping around singing as loud as she could. Screaming the words out as her arms flapped around. She kept singing while praying for you to hear her. The last thing she wanted was to see her friend bend like a straw. 

Robin jumped swaying her arms in an attempt to catch you. She couldn’t reach it clearly, but that didn’t stop her from trying. She stopped jumping, moving her hands to her hair, still singing as she felt it was all in vain. Then all of the sudden woke you up, your body dropping to the ground. – “Y/n!” – Robin called out, catching you. She fell to the ground with you, pulling you close to her. – “Shit…” – she breathed out, sitting behind you. You gasped for air, trembling as you pulled her arm over you. – “I…I…Goddamn it Y/n. I thought I was about to lose you to him.” – Robin expressed angered.

She wrapped her arms tighter around you as you were shivering. – “Jeez Y/n. Don’t scare me like that.” – she said, letting her chin rest on top of your head. – “Sorry…” – you said, teeth clattering from fright. – “Don’t… don’t tell Steve…” – you added. – “What? Steve should definitely know about this!” – Robin answered as you removed yourself from her chest to face her. – “No! No one can know!” – you insisted. – “But Y/n…”

“I said no one! Robin please…”

“Y/n this is important…”

“Please… I don’t want them to know… or worry… I’ll manage.”

Robin shook her head slightly disagreeing. – “Y/n…” – you held your hand up to silence her. – “Robin please… I’ll tell them when it is the right time. Not now… not to Steve.” – you begged, taking her hand. Robin sighed deep, lowering her gaze. – “I promise.” – you threw your arms around her, hoping you could keep it a secret a little longer.

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[sweet-villain]

It’s You~ Joseph Quinn

Author’s Note : Hi! I just wanted to start something new and just write what comes to mind. This has been on my mind for quite a while and I really want to share it out there. I haven’t wrote something like this in ages. I am going to use Halsey as the girl I picture in my head as “ you” or Y/N. She is such a beauty and I just love her. 

Summary:  You have feelings for Joseph since you were casted a long side him for Stranger Things as Eddie’s love interest. You were hiding the fact that you had another career, you were a singer but no one knows this. You have not shown your face since you started to sing, not even in music videos or with whom you record with for your albums. You struggle along the lines with feeling acceptance in the world. A new feeling is given to you when you and Joseph became close. Certain friends notice and try to help. Will it though or will it fall through and create chaos? 

It’s been difficult juggling a singing career and an acting career together. The fact that you had to hide who you were from the world as your heart sank out around the world made it more difficult than you realized. When casted as part of Stranger Thing you let Matt and Ross Duffer know that you had another life, a career that took half the time as you were putting as being part of Stranger Things. 

They understood as long as you were here. On time. Ready for anything. 

You became close with Jaime Campbell Bower, he made you laugh and enjoy the world a little more. He became your best friend along with Joseph Quinn, who played your loved interest, Eddie Munson in Stranger Things. 

Millie adored you so much looking up at you like an older sister. 

But no one knows your secret, the other career. The singing. The late night recording sessions. The albums. Your voice. The beauty of it. 

“ Hey darling” Jaime greeted you as he just came back from the trailer, smiling ear to ear. He hasn’t seen you all day and you were just making your way to the set having a long night recording a new song.

“ Hey Jaime” you hugged him as he kissed you on top of your head smiling down at you. His smiled dropped seeing the tired look on your face.

“ Long night?” He asks tilting his head to the side, worry crossing his face. You yawned scrunching up your nose and nodding as you yawned. 

“ Is there something on your mind that’s bothering you?” Shaking your head no waving to Mille who has been yelling your name. Jaime chuckled at her. 

“ Eager little one, isn’t she?” He asks. 

 “ I’m her favorite” you answer. He chuckles again. “ You seem to become everyone’s favorite” Shrugging you bid Jaime with “ see you later alligator” and made your way over to her. 

Mille pulls you into a big hug rocking you both back and forth with a huge smile on her face. 

“ Y/N it’s so nice to see you today, you look beautiful as always” 

“ Why thank you, you do too” she pulls away gazing up at you, frowns a little with a pout seeing your taller than usual. “ hey! did you grow?” 

Your shoulder shook with laughter as you pointed down to your shoes which were heels and she chuckled, shrugging mumbling that she didn’t see them. Someone calls her name as she says she will see you later before you even had a chance to walk to your trailer, a voice stops you. 

It’s Joseph in his Eddie Munson outfit ready to shoot a scene. 

“ Hi Joe” you greet him with a small smile. He is biting on his bottom lip standing on one foot and bouncing on the other seeming nervous but you brushed it off thinking it had something to do with the scene. 

“ Good afternoon sleeping beauty” 

A hint of red appears on your cheeks as you remember after the recording session, Joseph has called you on FaceTime while you were on your way home and could not sleep himself. He wanted to hear your voice. 

“ heh..sorry I fell asleep on the phone. I had a long day..” your white heels became more interesting right now than his pretty face finding the words you wanted to say but they weren’t coming out how you thought they would.

You had developed feelings for him and didn’t know how to tell him or if he felt the same. You didn’t dare to tell him because it would cost your friendship with him. 

Jaime had found out about these feelings you have for Joseph, always teasing you and Joseph about one another. He was trying to work his magic but you weren’t having it. Jaime wasn’t about to play match maker if the other end didn’t feel the same. Meaning Joe.

“ Everything okay?” The sudden question makes you look up at him into his beautiful brown eyes that make you melt. 

You nod feeling your mouth go dry at the sight of him. 

He shrugs if off. 

“ You need to get ready, we’re going to shoot soon” you nod, not moving from your spot but looking at him and admiring his features. He was such a beautiful man from head to toe. It was unbelievable that he was real. Standing in front of you. 

“ Sweetheart, are you listening?” 

Breaking your gaze from his face, missing the red color appearing on his cheeks watching you look at him.

“ Yeah, I’m sorry. I am so tired and out of it today. I need coffee or something” 

Something. That something appeared in Joseph’s head as images played in his head. 

He hid it well that he had butterflies every single time you were around him. Whenever you touch his shoulder or arm to laugh or say something to him, a jolt goes through his body as he feels his heart speed up. 

He has feelings for you and he is scared. He doesn’t want to lose you or ruin the friendship. You became one of his best friends and he adores you beyond words. 

As you rush to the trailer to get ready, he mumbles to himself running a hand down his face. 

“ fuck..” he mumbles. Jaime is on the other side watching his best friend, watching the girl he has feelings for. He hums to himself and thinks of a plan. 

After leaving the Stranger Things set and bidding a goodnight to everyone, you hurried into the studio to finish the song you were working on. Desperately trying to finish the album. The last song made you frustrated as you scribbled new lyrics over new lyrics. You were tired and the only thing on your mind was Joseph and his pretty smile. Damn him. 

Suddenly your phone rings, a face time call. You scramble to find it through piles of notebook paper and turning it around to see his name flash. Your heart speed up. Should you answer it? You were trying to work and he had no idea how stressed or what you were doing.

The secret has to stay a secret. 

The phone stopped ringing the light no longer flashing and you see your own reflection on the black screen. Well sorta, not fully but you can see the unknown look on your face. 

Why was this so hard? Why did you have to have feelings for your best friend? Why now? Why ever? 

You ran a hand through your hair to the back of your neck hanging your head closing your eyes as you sighed. 

Another ring. You lifted up your head to see he was calling again.

What did he need? Was it an emergency? You took the phone in your hand rushing to the black couch that had been on the corner of the room that a few times you slept on when staying late at the studio. 

You answered his call. The small screen went to the corner of the phone and his face appeared, his smiling face. His adorable, cute face

“ Finally!” he beamed with happiness. You playful rolled your eyes leaning back on the couch looking down at the phone waiting for him to tell you what he wanted. You didn’t want to be rude or anything but you had a long night and it wasn’t even close to closing the night. 

You still had work to do. 

“ You left in such a hurry that I didn’t get to hug you”he frowns, a small pout appears. Chuckling you ran a hand through your hair again ruffling it a bit before answering him.

“ I had other plans that needed attention, I’m sorry Jospeh” He tilts his head as he looks you over. You look exhausted and he notice your make up under your eyes has been smudged. You either were rubbing your eyes or crying or something. 

He tried to figure out where you were but was lost as he was looking at a grey wall and the black couch, well the back of it and you.

You dressed in a navy hoodie, hair ruffled, barley any make up on chewing on the hoodie string as a habit. 

“ What plans?” his curiosity got the best of him.

“ Stuff, important stuff” was all you answered before adding, “ Look, I love to chat and all but I have some things I need to get done before I catch on some sleep”

Jospeh nodded but it’s a sad nod.

“ Okay” was all he answered. You upset him. Closing your eyes, twitching your nose not knowing what to say to him. 

“ I’m sorry but I have to go” 

“ whatever” he replies hanging up the call. You sighed once more getting up off the couch going back on working on the song that needs to be finished.

One day he will understand. One day. 

Days go by, you haven’t talked to Joseph or anything but have been working on the song and going in to shoot your scenes that you needed. 

An award ceremony was coming up soon and you were nominated and due to perform.

This time you were going to show the world it was you. Your face was going make an appearance after years of feeling like an outcast and feeling of not belonging. You were going to shine.

A fear in the back of your head lingers because your costars were going to find out what is it you do on days you were “ working.”

You kept the secret hidden for years but you decided now was the time to shine.

Why? Because you weren’t going to hide anymore. You wanted your voice to mean something. You were scared of Josephs’ reaction because this meant so much to you and he did too. 

The days come quicker before you know it. Millie asked if you were coming with them to the award show, you told her you still needed to get ready and it was the truth but you needed time. Time to focus on you. 

Joseph hasn’t spoken to you in days feeling like weeks but this was your time. 

The award show has been going on and you sat in the back biting your nail, adjusting your outfit and the top of your high knee heels that shined in colorful colors. 

“ The time is coming, she is your favorite artist of the year. She stepped on stage for many years now. Her voice is like no other but tonight, things change as we put a face on her beautiful voice. Here she is...ladies and gentlemen put it up for Y/S/N ( your stage name)!!” 

Everyone cheered looking up to see who would show up. As you started to sing showing your back to the crowd pulling down the hood revealing your hair and then when the chorus kicked in, you turned around removing your face mask to everyone signing your heart out walking down with your head raised feeling proud. 

Shocked faces in the crowd and you catch the glimpse of his face. His mouth drops as he looks at you. He couldn’t believe it. It was you. 

You walked past him feeling your heart ready to rip out of your chest and feel as if you were going to throw up.

You felt so seen and heard. 

You heard Millie screaming on top of her lungs making you chuckle between the song and seeing Jaime shouting and recording at the same time. He was proud if you and looked over to Joseph next to him.

Joseph’s mouth was still opened but his eyes were glossy. He was so happy for you, he was. He missed you. It was his fault, he didn’t understand why you would hide yourself like this. 

You were a beautiful flower. 

As the song came to the end, hearing the crowd cheer making you smile and blow kisses to them. You bring the mic to your lips.

“ Surprised?”

Everyone shouted. You laughed. 

“ I was too, but thank you so much. This has been such a moment, I love you all and my album drops tomorrow afternoon. It’s finished and I can’t wait for you all to hear. Have a goodnight!” you walked off the stage hurried to leave.

You didn’t want to see anyone. You were overwhelmed and didn’t want to get bombard with questions and just people.

You rushed home turning your phone off.

#joseph quinn #Joseph quinn imagine #Joseph quinn x reader #Joseph quinn x you #stranger things #imagine stranger things #stranger things imagine #jewls writes

[pinchcinnamon]

i like the headcanon that billy in s3 came to the scoops ahoy and teased steve, but listen — what if it was actually steve who came to the pool, justifying it by going with robin or dustin for company

but in fact he was looking at billy, who taught children to swim with a smile on his face, carefully adjusting their swimming glasses and comforting the children if they were afraid.

steve couldn't help but fall in love with this unexpected side, and his opinion of hargrove began to change. that's why he came to the pool every time he had an opportunity

#after the fight in s2 steve thought about it and began to understand billy's point of view #and he felt ashamed #therefore it was steve who was the first to try to establish a relationship with billy #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #stranger things billy #steve stranger things #billy x steve #stranger things 3 #imagine stranger things

[themissingmarvel]

Onward Through the Upside Down (Eddie Munson x Reader)

(I have a lot of feelings about Stranger Things. I love the show, and the older characters are ones I have always sort of gravitated towards. When Eddie cropped up in season 4, I fell in love, along with the rest of society. He is absolutely the boy I crushed on in high school and made bad choices with, so clearly I had to do a series with him. He's at least 20-21, so I felt like this worked well. Obviously, season 4 spoilers, but I take my liberties. If this takes off or goes well, I'll continue it for sure. So like and comment if it tickles your fancy. If not, that's okay, I often doubt my own stuff enough that it's fair.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x future!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Death, language

“Get to the ship! The Class Nine’s are breaching the hull, we don’t have time for goodbye’s!” The voice you knew that belonged to Kellen Dorn rang loudly over the horns and sirens, bodies running through the narrow, dimly lit halls reinforced with titanium that the creatures had learned to eat through.

You were cradling the head of your father, blood trickling down his forehead as he looked up at you, lips shaking as he tried to form words, “Hey… hey hey hey… l-l-listen, young lady,” he coughed out, blood trickling as you held the older man in your arms, aware acutely of the multiple puncture wounds he’d sustained keeping the blast door open long enough to get the rest of the survivors in. He wouldn’t leave anyone behind. He wouldn’t leave you.

Hot tears came falling down your face, your tattered jeans and worn long-sleeved shirt looking worse for wear as it hung off you. There were scratches on your face from your own fight with the Class 2 air-types. You brushed back his hair, whimpering as you clung to his fading form, “No, dad! C’mon, I won’t go, not without you!” He wasn’t your father by blood, but he had raised you alongside his own. He had welcomed you, this Burned Warrior that the US called former Soviet fighters. The regions had formed together, banded as one when the rift in the Baltic cracked open, Hawkins no longer the center of anything. It had become a hole long ago.

He took your hand, the one brushing back his hair, knowing he wasn’t long for this world. He had finally run out of lives, “Hey, I know this hurts… I know -cough- that you don’t want to, but you’re our only chance, Y/N. I’m not gonna make it, and you know that. I won’t see any more of my children die, do you understand?” His face was gruff, and he was in pain. Anguish. He had watched almost all his children die, not more than three days ago, and his wife a few years before. He had stopped running.

A part of you wanted to argue with him, to beg him to get up. But the alarms were screaming, red and yellow lights flashing through the bunker, the sounds of gunfire and screams filling the air. And so you nodded, only twenty-four years old and suddenly carrying the weight of eternity on your shoulders. Leaning down, you pressed your lips against his forehead and smiled, “I love you, Dad.”

After that it had been chaos, a few military personnel dragging you down a bunker, ten floors deeper, kept firmly under lock and key. It was the bunker the Soviets and the US had built together when they realized this wouldn’t work. When it couldn’t. When One had murdered the last of the children they were trying to protect, without even entering the building. He had convinced a guard to remove their metal ear pieces. It took him seconds. Now, you were already being strapped with devices upon entry, told almost nothing as men and women in labcoats hit you with antivirals, wired you up, handed you a bag. It was all told to you in a hurry, the alarms still blaring and somehow more frantic.

Before you stood a doorway, the one you supposed you had been built for. Made of metal, sparking and crackling as it siphoned what energy could be spared as the facility become increasingly more compromised. And as you were shoved, bag in hand, towards this door you had been trained on for over five years now, you felt beyond incapable.

“Whatever you do! Don’t tell them!” The machine was starting up now, the air picking up in the room as the sounds howled and the world rocked, you looking down at the platform to the man you had come to know very well. He had grown up enamored with Nicholas Tesla and he had come up with the theory for the machine, “They’re going to ask, you can’t tell them!”

“Then what do I say?” You called back to the older man, who was trying his best to give you an encouraging smile. You had considered so many times how to begin but for Will, it was how it was going to end.

“Tell them… a sphinx chronoshifted you!” He was smiling, like an idiot, the way he’d smile when he talked about his friends. The way he smiled when any of them came by, and before the Class Ten Non-Corporeal had broken through.

Standing on the metal platform, bag strapped around your torso with your weapon holstered at your hip, you felt wildly unprepared for what was about to happen. But the alarms were getting louder, and as the door at the back flung open, it was clear this was your only shot. Two monsters stormed in, heads opening like some sort of deranged flower, teeth shown as they began to attack those within. Blood was being shed, and Will, knowing this was all he had left, slammed his hand down hard on the panel before him.

No safety checks.

No coms checks.

Just a one-way-ticket.

All at once the platform you were on tossed you high into the air, into white nothingness, into the void and absence of. You were falling, not realizing how loudly you were screaming, blood still on your face and hands, your clothes. You were tumbling, screaming, rolling, spinning into another world. Another place.

Another time.

Nothing.

“Y/N…”

Silence. Quiet.

“Y/N.”

A low rumble.

“Eddie!” The voice was screeching, waking you from whatever trance you’d been in long enough to see where you were. At present, your body was sprawled on the dry dirt, taking in this world absent of life before you. The machine, the awkward, tricky thing that it was, had spit you out in half the right place. Hawkins, by the trailer… but in the Death Realm.

Scrambling to your feet, you tried to make sense of what you saw. To the left of you there was a child, screaming out for Eddie, and to your right, somewhat ahead, was a man, becoming enveloped by Class 1 flyers you hadn’t seen since your introductory days. They were lethal in large numbers, you knew that, and for whatever reason, these two were here. And chasing them.

It was training that took over as you read the situation, noticing that the kid had stopped running and limping, but was still calling Eddie’s name. He probably saw you. Hard not to. So you withdrew the machete that had the delightful serrated edge, running towards the flock of chaos, immediately slicing at the thick leather and muscle that would await. Easy hits, if you did it right.

And you did.

The cries that had been coming from the man inside the heart of the monsters continued, but appeared less pained as you tore your way in, slashing at a few others, plunging your blade into one by his head. His eyes were wide, beautiful but so terrified, and you briefly assessed for damage, knowing more would be diving in, “Can you get up?!” You yelled, trying not to get yourself drowned out.

The man scrambled up, looking worse for wear, but he could walk, “Hell yeah! Who the fuck are you? How’d you get here?!” He was given little time to ask anything as she grabbed his wrist, yanking him forward hard, tossing him out of the center of the chaos. Eddie stumbled, but stood still, watching as this ethereal woman, this fighter he knew only from things like The Terminator and Princess Leia, lay waste. She grabbed what looked like a grenade from her hip and popped the pin, dropping it in as she began to run, dragging this new one with her.

Eddie didn’t need to be told twice when to get his ass going, and he followed along with her, getting to where poor Dustin was before her eyes widened, “Brace!” She pushed them both down hard, Dustin screaming in pain, his already broken leg not prepared for the sudden movement, but in the next moments they were glad.

All at once, light exploded forth, beautiful and white, swirling and spinning igniting everything it touched, scorching the bats. Both boys turned to watch it happen, almost unbelieving of the destruction wrought from this… person. Whoever this was. Their eyes were wide as the explosion died down, and hundreds of them began to fall, dead, “We need to go,” she muttered, getting to her feet.

They seemed to have the right idea, Eddie balancing Dustin as they went back to the trailer, the one that held their door open to return home.

“Eddie, you huge idiot! What were you thinking?!” Dustin was screaming at the man, moving inside the trailer as Eddie winced, having sustained a few painful bites.

“I dunno, dude, best rock concert of all time doesn’t mean anything if the world isn’t around to appreciate it!” He was yelling back, your own ears feeling pained from all this.

In truth, things hadn’t calmed down in… years. You had wanted to say that you hadn’t even had time to grieve the loss of your father, or your friends. Grieve the loss of your own world. You were somewhere new, somewhere the books and stories had prepared you for, but somehow couldn’t prepare you at all. How did you tell them they were ghosts, some of them? Could you? And was that even the worst of it?

The two looked at you now, standing inside, realizing that the things you had blasted weren’t coming back, “Who are you, anyway?” Eddie had asked it before, but he was more curious now. So you took a breath, sighed, and looked at them.

“A sphinx chronoshifted me here,” you said, nonchalant.

Part of you had understood that the children of Hawkins who had first encountered the Death World had used Dungeons and Dragons to make sense of the unthinkable. It had to make sense. It had to fit somewhere that made it make sense. These children, some now growing into adults, were watching the world and people they love fall apart or die. Nancy had lost Barb and blamed herself for it, forever. Joyce losing Will even briefly. They all wanted it to make sense. And Max… poor Max. She had been hurt so badly through it all. She had been their miracle.

Eddie looked at you, possibly with anger in his eyes as he got closer, clothes tattered and with caked in blood, not all of it his. If he had cared enough to look, yours were the same, “Is that a joke?” Perhaps it was having almost died, or perhaps that this woman he felt must be an actual goddess had saved him was muttering about a campaign component argued over in the Monsters Manual.

“No joke. I’m uhm… I’m not from around here.”

It had been hard not to fall at your knees, if Eddie were being honest. He had sworn in the moments being engulfed by the baddies of the Upside Down that he had seen God, but that bright flash of light had wound up being… you.

Back when Eddie and Dustin were fashioning their shields, Eddie had made a choice. He had decided, in the moment when he saw Dustin running and laughing, serious but still with his own dose of humor, a child in a position one should never be in, that he - Eddie - wasn’t going to survive this. At least, he wasn’t going to make that his goal. Instead, Eddie had decided his goal was to make sure the rest of them did survive it. And when he saw things weren’t going to end well, that the bat-things were probably going to get into the trailer and probably going to get through, he had decided his life was not worth more than the rest of the world’s. A probably wasn’t enough and he had given his life.

Seeing you had been a little bit trippy. The light that had come forth seemed to erase the shadows and darkness from the world he was in. Lightning, bright and white, had crackled and slammed into the earth. He had watched your form hit the ground before another set of teeth pierced his flesh in his side. Sharp and full of desperate need to devour, he had thought even then he was done for.

The last thing he had expected was you. The sound of the machete slicing through the creatures had been grotesque and had masked the sounds of his own anguish. He had watched them cry out, and he had seen you hardly balk at them. Fury was what lay behind your eyes and he had wanted to cry. He had seen God, and God had granted him mercy.

A thing of beauty, no less. A little bit Sarah Conner mixed with an ethereal grace not granted to the women he had slept with when he was drunk or high. There was something to you that he recognized, not that he had any idea what. It was a brief encounter that had yanked him from death while you had cried out “Not today!”

“Wait, you mean like, time-traveler-not-from-around-here?” Dustin had squinted as he reconsider the D&D term from the Monster Manual, one of the beings he had argued was a total fluke. He didn’t like the idea of a being that shifted through time. There were flaws. No time travel arc tracked perfectly.

Adjusting your shirt you took a breath, feeling some stings from where a slashing tail had broken skin, “Yeah,” you answered, no elaboration.

Before much else could take place, unfortunately, you knew what happened next. As the world shifted and cracked, as the chaos became too much, and as the four chimes rang out, you felt it. Both Dustin and Eddie scrambled to make a new sheet to ferry them back to the other side, Dustin screaming at Eddie for cutting it to begin with.

It wasn’t worth the hurry, though. You knew the that. Max was in her coma; she had died. Not long enough to kill her but One had taken her life just long enough to open the rift. The cracks would destroy a large amount of Hawkins, and the reports the next few days would call it a “torrential earthquake” as the news would try to make it make sense to the rest of the world. To Hawkins itself. To the hordes that could see monsters and call them men. It had to make sense, didn’t it? And so you were in no hurry. Nancy, Steve, and Robin would come running back. They would toss Dustin first through the opening in reality, his broken leg rendering him fairly useless. No one said much about you, even as you dropped back into Hawkins proper with them.

But standing in the true reality, the one you knew, you understood what came next. The death that would follow, the trials of Eleven. You had looked at Eddie, in a sort of different, hazy world as the group began to reconvene, discovering what had happened to Max. They began to ask about you, as you stood, your shirt covered in blood that wasn’t all yours, pants stained and torn. They stared at you and it was Steve who began to question where you’d come from, truly. His words sounded muted though, the chaos surrounding all of you suddenly too much.



You had lost your father. Your mother had died long ago, but the sting of your paternal figure, the one who had kept you safe, was etching into your core. Again you could see those soft brown eyes begging you to go. You saw the light fade out and the reminder of what One had done. You had sworn when you came over, a child born in blood and trained to kill, that One would die by your hands. He had taken everything from your world in his vile attempt at retribution, to destroy what Eleven had built and to make a world in his vision.

Feeling a hand on your shoulder, shaking you as you heard the words clouded and muffled, you understood they were demanding information. For you to listen. Could you hear them?

Maybe it was a side effect of the travel. Perhaps a displacement of energy, Will would have said. Maybe you had lost yourself traveling through time to a world that hadn’t yet birthed your presence. You were still a theory, scribbled on paper in a lab in Russia, born of a different kind of battle between two super powers. Maybe it was just because you’d been fighting so long. Maybe it was because you had already changed the timeline in saving Eddie Munson.

You began to fall, though. To tumble. To slowly descend into darkness. Not to the Upside Down, but as you crumpled to a heap on the floor of Eddie’s trailer, you were a new sort of problem.

#stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things reader insert #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things imagine #imagine stranger things #eddie munson imagine #imagine eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #stranger things spoilers

[allthings-writing]

Homecoming?

Summary: You've been dating Eddie for a while, and know how he feels about "modern conformity" but how does he feel about a school dance?

tags: Eddie x Fem! reader, established relationship, fluff

word count: around 1k

The leaves crunched softly beneath the flats you had on this cool autumn day. You knew that the choice in wardrobe was not the smartest, and you should’ve gone for something more supportive given you had to walk to school but other thoughts accompanied your head. Other thoughts that were all centered around one boy: Eddie Munson. More specifically, how you were gonna ask your boyfriend of five months to go to Homecoming with you. The boy who refused to go and attend any activity related to school unless the Hellfire Club was involved. He has always, and plans to continue his streak of rejecting mainstream conformity, which of course included the school dances.

How could you not want Eddie to go though? He already looked like a walking dream in just his regular garments– black ripped jeans, white (sometimes black) shirt, rings, and bandana— but just imagining what he would look like in a suit. With his freshly washed hair, a tailored suit that you knew he had stashed somewhere becaused Wayne insisted he ‘have it just in case’, regular set of rings, and just the right amount of cologne to enhance the smell of him. Seeing his reaction to the dress you would keep secret from him when he arrives to pick you up, the polaroids that your parents would insist on taking before departing, the cocky smirk Eddie would give up after noticing you blush to a compliment he paid your way. That imagined fantasy of the perfect night all depended on if your Eds would say yes or not. And you weren’t too sure which he would choose. 

The dance was two weeks away and you figured now was the best time to ask. Swallowing the immediate heartbeat that you believed was not only stuck in your throat, but also was loud enough to be heard from a one mile radius, you began to move towards Eddie’s lunch table. 

There is the metal music lover himself, having what seems to be a very lively conversation with Dustin Henderson. 

“Look, all I’m saying is that what my girl wants she gets, ok. She doesn’t have to worry about every needing anything, or even asking for something… well that is unless we’re doing-” 

You interject quickly with a “Hey babe” in an attempt to end wherever that conversation was going, fearful your boyfriend was going to spew your sex life to a bunch of Freshmen. You loved that he loved to please you, but given how nervous you already were about the conversation you had practiced for the past twenty minutes, this was not one of the moments Eddie needed to get your blood hot for something more than just a peck. 

“Hey princess, I was just about to tell Dusting about that lil trick you did the other-” you put one finger on his plump lips to end his sentence abruptly. He looked down at your finger and back at your eyes with a sly glint in his eye. Before he took the chance to say anything else you quickly stated “can we go talk in private?” Eddie, being the ever considerate boyfriend that he is, nodded his head with a knowing look. He could tell that you were anxious, possibly even worried, but what about? He had no idea about that one. 

You pull him by the hand to a quiet corridor, finally feeling the rhythm of your heart calm slightly (probably because you were so close to Eddie). “So angel” he slowly caresses the sides of your arms “what’s going on in that big brain of yours?” He takes one of his ring clad fingers and taps it against the side of your head slightly in a lightly teasing way. Just one of the many examples of your Ed attempting to remedy a situation with laughter. If you could bottle up his giggle, the one that caused wrinkles to form beside his eyes and a higher pitch noise come out of his body, you would. And that bottle would be your prized possession. “Eddie this is going to sound stupid, and I already know what your answer will most likely be, but I just know that if I didn’t say something I would always wonder what if right? And I can’t always wonder that because that’s how relationships begin to break apart, the resentment I would have about this whole conversation never happening would only spill into the rest of… well it would spill over into the rest of everything… so I just know I have to say-". Now it’s Eddie’s turn to place a finger over your lips that were stained from a black cherry hued lip balm. Eddie shushes you effectively, ending the needless rambling you had done for an embarrassing amount of time. “No need to strain yourself, and don’t talk about us resenting each other, I don’t like it. And I really don’t like the future me possibly not being in a relationship with you because of whatever is going on.” His warm brown eyes now peering down from above you; telling you without using an ounce of air that everything will be ok. 

You hold his gaze, and take a deep breath “Eddie, would you like to go to Homecoming with me?” Before you could get into another anxious spiel of how it would be completely ok for him to say no, and how you could also completely understand if he thought it was stupid or dumb or to ‘conforming’ for him, he did something unexpected. He moved his hands to your waist and encircled your body with his lean muscular arms only to lower his head until the lips you were touching less than five minutes ago were right beside your ear. “Princess, you know I would follow you anywhere, that includes some high school dance” he says in a deep voice. One that reminds you of times that he almost exposed to Dustin moments earlier. And maybe it was how safe you felt right now: encircled by Eddie’s warm body with his hair softly brushing against you, the only reminder that you were at Hawkins was the painted tiger on the wall that was barely in sight, but you swore this would be a memory the two of you would have forever. 

A/N: Hey! This is the second piece of work I have ever done lol, I also don't really like the ending aksdjfaopw

#eddie munson st4 #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie the freak munson #stranger things s4 #stranger things fanfiction #eddie stranger things #established couple #fluff imagine #fluff oneshot #oneshot #imagine stranger things #eddie munson imagine #fluff #imagine #hawkins tigers

[eddieclubs]

music taste

just imagine... you and eddie have been friends for a while now and you definitely know somethings about him, including his music taste. one day he decides to ask about YOUR music taste and you gladly show him all your favorite artists and songs. you thought that he would laugh but instead he pays attention to everything you say. you even can feel a smile growing in his face when you start singing material girl and for your surprise he starts singing the chorus with you. something grows in you when you realize that he really wanna know about it, he really wanna know more about you and that feeling only grows when he tells you that he have been learning some of your favorite songs just to play them to you. a few weeks later your face is full of surprise when you get into his car for your daily carpool to school and he handles to you a box full of tapes from your favorite artists just for you to choose and listen to them during the way.

''i thought this wasnt exaclty your type of music'' you say looking at him.

''a really cute girl show them to me and for my surprise i really like them... what can i say... she has a good taste''

''glad to know you like her music taste''

''actually, i like everything about her.'' he winks at you, focusing his eyes on the street while you can feel your face blush.

this is my first time writing something like this, so i would really appreciate any feedback <3 english is not my first language, pls let me know if there is any mistake i should fix and sorry about them!!

#eddie x reader #eddie munsom x female reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson pov #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things fic #stranger things pov #imagine #eddie munson imagine #imagine stranger things #eddie x me #eddie munson x me

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

I know Max wouldn’t have been targeted by Vecna if Billy hadn’t died, but imagine Max’s walkman gets broken so Billy sings ‘Running Up That Hill’ to keep her grounded.

(He’s not, he just knows the song because she plays it a lot)

#billy hargrove #max mayfield #stranger things #stranger things imagine #imagine stranger things #season 4 spoilers #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season 4 spoilers #kind of #give me a real redemption arc #let billy be the brother he wanted to be #take their father out of the equation and he may of been a good guy

[ronancebrainrot]

ronance headcanons

robin climbs through nancy's window when she doesn't want to be home

nancy comes and visits robin and steve at family video and just sits behind the counter just so she can be near robin

nancy has a stash of robin's clothes in the back of her closet and wears them when she misses robin

robin is a very messy eater and nancy doesn't mind because it's cute

they have matching christmas sweaters and robin hates them because they're too itchy but nancy forces her to wear them every christmas

nancy bakes cookies and always makes sure robin is the first to try them and goes as far as to hiding them from mike until robin has one

nancy has polaroid pictures of robin hidden everywhere in her room so whenever she cleans her room she always finds them

before they started dating, robin always "forgot" an umbrella just so she could share one with nancy

robin makes nancy mixtapes and nancy always makes fun of her music taste but always listens to it

robin has a habit of not being able to walk in a straight line so nancy always nudges her with her hip because robin keeps running into her

nancy stealing robin's rings/other jewelry

robin and nancy taking turns babysitting max

robin loves painting nancy's nails

during summer, they always go to the pool together

robin loves the taste of nancy's chapstick but instead of stealing it, she just kisses nancy

robin and steve's favorite superhero is spiderman

whenever someone tells robin to stop fidgeting/make eye contact, nancy shoots them the look

every halloween robin tries to carve a pumpkin to look like nancy and fails every time

nancy always pulls robin by the tie when she's wearing her family video uniform

sometimes nancy and robin draw together and nancy would always draw something so deep and meaningful and then she would glance at robin, who's drawing a burger eating a bird or a cat pooping out a boat

#ronance #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #imagine stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things #st4 #incorrect stranger things #headcanons #robin buckley #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler

[once-upon-a-fanfic]

Feel Good Drag

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson x OC (eventually)

Summary:  Natalie and Eddie had been best friends for a few years since she moved to Hawkins. The pair had been inseparable...until Chrissy Cunningham came into the picture.

Trigger Warnings: Suicide attempt, overdose, eventual sexual assault/rape in the next chapter/part.

Notes: I decided not to really describe the OC so the reader can imagine them however they want. The only definite/clear describer (is that a word?) is that it is a she/her OC.

Written by @the-stuttering-kiwi Co-owner of @once-upon-a-fanfic

Edited by @theshadowsparade​  Co-owner of @once-upon-a-fanfic​

Word Count:  1,830

Eddie

Eddie carefully packed away his notes after another successful DND session. He was going to have to put more thought into these games—he was making it too easy. But, if he was being honest, he had a lot on his mind lately, and DND was on his mental back burner.  

“What do you call a sleeping bull?” Dustin asked, giddy from defeating one of the main villains from the newest campaign.

“I don’t know; what?” Chrissy asked, genuinely stumped.

“A bulldozer!” Dustin exclaimed, laughing hysterically while the others groaned. Chrissy’s giggle seemed to float on air.

Chrissy.

The last two months had been nothing short of mind-blowing. Eddie knew Chrissy was probably only fooling around with him to get back at Jason “Mega Douche” Carver, but he didn’t care—he would take any chance to be with Chrissy.

The only person missing from this great group of friends was Nat. It had been weeks since she made it to a session. He honestly couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t around since she moved to town 3-years-ago. He had taken her under his wing on her first day of school and they had been inseparable ever since. Until now, it seemed like.

“Dustin, didn’t you invite Nat tonight?” Eddie asked while packing up his dice.

“I did. She said she would try to make it,” Dustin replied sadly.

Eddie grimaced, guilt gnawing at his gut. He and Nat used to be very close—passing notes in the hallway between classes and spending nearly every night together while she hid from her step-dad—but when Chrissy entered the picture, everything started to change. Soon, she stopped visiting his trailer,  the notes became less frequent, and instead, they barely made eye contact in the hallways. Eddie didn’t think he was that absorbed with Chrissy, but maybe his tunnel vision was worse than he thought.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” Eddie said, more so to himself than to anyone else. He knew he had been a shit friend lately, but he was determined to fix it.

And then, suddenly, Chrissy said, looking up at him with her big doe eyes, “Eddie, are we going back to your place?”

Just like that, Eddie’s guilt vanished. He couldn’t say no to Chrissy.

“Anywhere you want, princess.”

Eddie and Chrissy stumbled into his trailer, leaving a trail of clothes to Eddie's room.

“We can hardly even get through the door,” Chrissy teased, breathless. Eddie chuckled while planting kisses on her neck.

“You could help by not being so gorgeous.” Eddie pushed Chrissy against his bedroom door, reaching behind her to grab the handle and open the door.

“I could say the same to–woah!” Chrissy let you a yelp of surprise as she slipped on something on the floor and fell backward, pulling Eddie down with her. The pair erupted with laughter.

“Sorry,” Eddie wheezed, “The maid took the day off.”

Chrissy laughed so hard she could barely catch her breath. Eddie reached down to grab what they had tripped on and stopped in his tracks.

“What the–” He picked up his lunchbox, now a bit dented, and saw its illegal contents strewn on the floor.

“What’s wrong?”

“Someone’s been in my room,” Eddie replied, scanning the room for anything else out of place. His most prized possession, his guitar, was safely hanging above his dresser, but his dresser drawers were pulled open, and every item tossed around.

“Someone broke in to steal your stash?” Chrissy asked.

“Well, they didn’t take anything… Everything is still here,” Eddie said, picking up baggies off the floor. “Even the money. Everything’s here… hmm, except…”

“Except…”

“I definitely unlocked the door, right?  Eddie made his way to the front door, scooping up his Hellfire shirt and tugging it over his head.

“Yes. You had trouble getting the key into the lock, remember?”

Eddie opened the door and looked down at the flower pot next to the front step. The pot had definitely been moved, which meant someone knew that’s where the spare key was.

That’s when it dawned on him: Nat was the only one who knew where that key was. Before Chrissy, she practically lived at Eddie's to hide from her creepy step-dad. Anxiety bubbled inside Eddie; Nat wouldn’t break into his trailer to steal a bunch of pills, would she?

He needed to know—now. Eddie ran over to the phone and dialed Nat’s number from memory.

Ring, ring, ring…

“Parents are probably passed the fuck out,” Eddie mumbled to himself and dialed again.

Ring, ring, ring…

Eddie clenched his teeth. He dialed Dustin’s number—maybe he would know what was going on.

“Henderson residence, Master Dustin speaking,” Dustin’s bright and cheery voice answered.

“Have you heard from Nat since you got home?” Eddie asked quickly, worry seeping into every word.

“I haven’t; everything okay?”

“I don’t know. Can you see if anyone else has heard from her and meet me over at her place?” he said urgently.

“Yeah, sure, man. Are you okay?”

“Thanks.” Eddie put the phone back down on the receiver, a bit harder than he intended.

“You don’t mind going for a ride, right?” Eddie asked Chrissy, who had been patiently waiting for him.

“No, let's go.” Chrissy nodded and followed Eddie.

 Eddie was thankful it was dark out so Chrissy couldn’t see him white-knuckling the steering wheel. Maybe he was being paranoid. After all, Natalie wasn’t even big on drugs. Sure, they had smoked weed together, but she wouldn’t touch the stronger stuff. Maybe someone got lucky and found the key on their own.

Someone who also knew exactly where he hid his stash?

Eddie got to Nat’s house in record time. The lights were still on in the lower windows, the glow of the TV flickering behind the curtains. Eddie saw that Dustin had beaten them there and was already banging on the front door.

“Pretty sure Creeper Craig is awake. He’s probably just too stoned to figure out how to get up and open the door,” Dustin quipped when he saw Eddie and Chrissy approach.

After another round of angry thumping on the front door, it finally opened.

“It’s about fucking time,” Eddie pushed his way inside, guiding Chrissy in behind him. To Craig, he asked, “Where’s Natalie?”

Craig stared at the trio for a long moment, like he was processing Eddie’s words. “I guess she's up in her room,” he slurred. His eyes found Chrissy and lingered too long on the hemline of her skirt. He licked his lips. “You boys can go up there while this lady and I introduce ourselves.”

“No, thanks,” Eddie and Dustin said in unison.

They made their way up the stairs in front of them, keeping Chrissy closely wedged between them.  The hair on the back of Eddie’s neck stood up. He could count the number of times he had been in this house on only one hand, even after all their years of friendship. And the few times he had been there, he knew he made the right call in practically having Nat live with him for the past couple of years to get away from Craig.  She hated him. Eddie didn’t think he had actually done anything, but the comments Craig had made to Nat made his skin crawl.  Her mother, of course, didn’t believe any of it and allowed the creep to stay.

Once the group reached the landing, they walked to the end of the hall and knocked on the door at the end of it.

“Nat?" Eddie pressed his ear to the door, trying to listen for any noise on the other side. When he didn’t get an answer, he turned the doorknob. The room was dark, but Nat’s record player was on, the needle scratching on a record that needed to be turned over.

“Eddie.” Dustin pointed to the light glowing from under Nat’s bathroom door.

Eddie gave a couple of gentle knocks. “Nat? Are you in there? It’s me and Dustin…”

When he got no response, Eddie gave the door knob a light twist. His heart began to race when he realized it was unlocked.

When he opened the door, it was like the air vanished from his lungs. Eddie thought his brain had stopped working. There was no way he was actually seeing what he was seeing.

“Nat!” Dustin rushed past him, kneeling on the cold tile. He shook the girl who sat slouched on the floor, unmoving. “Oh my god. Nat! Eddie, I think she's dead!” Dustin sobbed, his voice cracking, still shaking Nat, as her head rolled from side to side.

This wasn’t happening. Eddie’s brain buzzed with nothingness.

Eddie kneeled down and pressed two fingers to Nat’s neck. He found a weak pulse—thank god. He needed to wake her up. Eddie grabbed Nat from under her armpits and dragged her to the shower behind them and turned the cold water on. The water sprayed him and Nat mercilessly, but he didn’t care—it was like he couldn’t feel the temperature.

“Dustin, go call 911.” Eddie instructed. He felt surprisingly calm as he continued to shake Nat. She would wake up, he kept telling himself. She had to wake up.

Chrissy stood in the doorway, frozen, tears running down her cheeks. “Oh, my god,” she said over and over.

“Time to wake up!” Eddie splashed cold water on Nat's face. He swatted her gently, but she was stubborn. “Come on Nat, you need to wake up.”

Eddie wrenched her mouth open. He didn’t think twice about sticking two fingers down her throat to get her to vomit. That did the trick.

“That's it,” Eddie encouraged, not even sure if Nat could hear him when she wretched and gagged. “See, you’re okay. You’re okay.”

“They’re on their way.” Dustin ran back into the room to see Nat stirring. “She’s alive?”

“For now,” Chrissy answered quietly.

“She's going to be fine,” Eddie snapped. “She just needs to get this shit out of her stomach, and she is going to be fine.”

Eddie could hear the sirens in the distance. Dustin ran downstairs to meet the ambulance in the driveway and led the EMTs to Eddie and Nat. They very nearly had to pry Nat out of his grip to get her on the stretcher.

"What did she take?" One of the EMTs barked.

"Oxy...Oxycodone." Eddie cursed himself for having it.  His supplier wanted to see how the stuff would sell, but Eddie wasn't crazy about pushing it.

“Do you know how much she took?”

“I–uh–I’m not sure,” Dustin stammered.

Eddie struggled to remember how many pills he had left. “I don’t know."

The trio wordlessly watched as the EMTs worked on Nat. Creeper Craig and Nat's mom were nowhere to be seen. The group followed the EMTs out of the house and watched in silence as they loaded her in the back of the ambulance and sped away, sirens blaring.

#tw: drugs #Tw: Suicide attempt #tw: overdose #Trigger Warning #Eddie munson #Eddie munson stranger things #Eddie Munson what if #Eddie munson imagine #What if Eddie munson #Imagine eddie munson #Eddie Munson x OC #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #Dustin Henderson #stranger things angst #Stranger things #Imagine Stranger things #What if Stranger things #Stranger things imagine #Stranger things what if

[lovesreality]

Chapter 1: The Vanishing of Will Byers

Information: This is the Stranger Thing’s series in all (and I mean all 4 seasons) of its glory. This is told in third person, mainly following the view of Y/n Byers (Jonathan’s twin sister). All credits go to the creators of Stranger Things. (This is also a slow-burn romance between Y/n and Steve). This will be 1 part for every chapter (34 parts, more when season 5 comes out.) I haven’t used tumblr a lot, so bear with me on the formatting and links to chapters. I will try to do a tag-list.

TW: This story contains mature themes such as violence, death, smoking, sex, drugs, alcohol, and profanity.

Chapter 1: The Vanishing of Will Byers

“Where the hell are they?” Joyce Byers swore, racing around the room of the small house as her son, Jonathan listened amused as he cooked breakfast. “Dammit!” She cursed.

“Check the couch, mom,” Y/n spoke, sleep in her voice as she washed the dishes next to her twin brother. Rushing over in her Melvald uniform, Joyce pulled the couch cushion off, sighing with relief as she tucked her keys into her pocket. Rushing over to her kids in her frazzled state, the woman pecked them both on their cheeks and quickly walked over to the door. Joyce paused as if something came to her mind.

“Will? Where’s Will?” She asked, turning to her two children.

“Sleeping, I guess,” Jonathan replied, glancing at her as he moved eggs around in a pan.

“You gotta make sure he’s up. Jonathan, Y/n, how many times-“

“I’m making breakfast,” Jonathan protested, cutting his mom off.

“Dishes for me,” Y/n said, shrugging. Joyce shook her head, irritated at her two kids. She hurried down the hall, trying to soothe the wrinkles in her uniform. She threw open the door, sighing as she spoke to her youngest.

“Will. Will, come on, get up,” Joyce finished her sentence even as she looked over Will’s neat bed. Her youngest wasn’t in there. Turning back towards her other children, she strode down the hallway, worry etching her features.

“He came home last night right?” Joyce asked Jonathan and Y/n.

“He’s not in his room?” Y/n questioned, confused.

“Did he come home or not?” Joyce repeated.

“I’m not sure,” Jonathan answered, mumbling. Y/n looked at her mom sheepishly, nodding in agreement.

“You guys don’t know?”

“We got back late, we were working,” Jonathan explained.

“You were working?” Joyce asked both her children.

“Eric asked if we could cover for him, and we said yeah,” Jonathan answered.

“We figured we could use the extra cash and I didn’t want to ride my bike home alone. I figured I would stay so we both got overtime,” Y/n finished.

“We talked about this- I told you not to take shifts on nights I’m tending, I specifically told you guys-“

“He was over at the Wheeler’s all day, mom. I’m sure he just stayed over,” Y/n argued.

“I can’t believe this,” Joyce sighed, turning away from her children.

“We’re sorry,” Y/n tried.

“I can’t believe it,” Joyce shook her head, walking towards the wall phone. She dialed the Wheeler’s number, waiting impatiently as it rang. Y/n finished drying the last plate and stuck it in the cabinet, watching her mom as she jumped and sat on the counter. After a few moments, Karen Wheeler picked up.

“Hello?” Karen asked.

“Karen, it’s Joyce.”

“Joyce, hi.” In the background, Joyce could hear loud voices, the sound of kids arguing. The phone went silent for a second as Karen turned to her kids.

“Quiet!” Karen whispered, Joyce hoped she was speaking to Will. “I’m sorry, one of those mornings-“

“Was that Will I heard back there?”

“Will? No, no just Michael.”

“Will didn’t spend the night?” Joyce asked, worry seeping into her voice.

“No, no he left here a little after eight. He’s not home?” Karen asked, her motherly instinct kicked in, making her nervous as well.

“I- I was working late last night. I’m sure he just left early for school. Thanks… thanks Karen,” Joyce hung up, trying not to panic. Jonathan and Y/n shared a worried look, their nerves about their brother’s whereabouts kicking in.

**

*Y/n whispered to her little brother and they laughed at the comment. Turning the next page in the comic, Will and Y/n sat in silence as they read the next pages.

“Ding dong!” Joyce says from outside the tent, causing the two of them to jump.

“Password?” Will asked, causing his older sister to snicker.

“Rad-fast… no. Rhada… Rhadagast,” their mother finally remembered her attempts causing her children to laugh.

“You may enter,” Y/n said, her voice as low as it could go. Moving the sheet, Joyce entered ‘Castle Byers’, the fort her kids had built for Will.

“I got off early today, you believe that? And I was thinking…” Joyce stops, glancing at Y/n. Her daughter smiled, knowing she had successfully convinced her mom the let Will see an R-rated movie. Will totally owed her. Joyce procured two movie tickets to Poltergeist from her pocket, both set for 7 PM. “What do you say?” Will leaned forward excitedly, gently taking the tickets to examine them.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed-“

“Well, I changed my mind,” Joyce started. Y/n coughed loudly, drawing her mom’s and Will’s attention. “Someone helped change my mind,” Joyce corrected. Will smiled gratefully at his sister, leaning toward her.“But I swear if you have nightmares all week-“

“I won’t, I don’t get scared like that anymore,” he argued.

“Not even by clowns?” Y/n mused.

“No,” Will replied.

“What about when I do my witch?” Their mom asked.

“No!” Will laughed.

“No?” Joyce gasped.

“I’m not five anymore,” Will complained as his mom curled her hand and made a face. “Mom stop, it’s just gross…” Joyce closed one eye and spoke in a high voice.

“I’m going to get you, William Byers! I’m going to cook you in my stew!” She yelled, leaning forwards to tickle Will. Throwing his head back, he tried using his sister as a shield, but she helped Joyce tickle him, their laughs filling the fort.*

The memory faded as Jonathan and Joyce’s voices cut through the silence. “Will!”

“Will!” They alternated, their voices filling the woods outside the fort. Y/n exited Castle Byers, her heart sinking as she joined in on calling for Will. A few hours later, they returned home exhausted. Y/n sat on the couch, head pounding, eyes closed.

“Lonnie, it’s Joyce,” she spoke into the phone, pacing as she let out a puff of smoke.

“Lonnie isn’t here right now,” Cynthia, their father’s girlfriend replied.

“Cynthia? This is Joyce, Lonnie’s ex-wife. I need to speak to him. This is an emergency… no not later, now bitch-“ Y/n sighed as she heard the phone go dead, and opened her eyes to glance at her brother. Jonathan sat at the coffee table, working on a missing poster for Will. The sight of her twin brother’s sad face making made her heart pang with hurt.

“Mom you need to stay calm,” Jonathan pleaded, sensing the anger in their mother.

“I’m calm,” Joyce argued, making it apparent that she was in fact- not calm at all. She redialed the phone, letting it ring and go to voicemail as no one picked up.

“Hey, you’ve reached Lonnie. I’m not here at the moment but please leave a message,” the phone spoke. Joyce waited for the beep, letting her anger take control of her.

“Lonnie, some teenage whore just hung up on me,” this caused Y/n to shake her head and close her eyes again while Jonathan sighed. “You don’t call me back in the next hour, I’ll report you for not paying child support. I swear to god I will and I’ll make sure you rot in jail where you belong,” Joyce finished, slamming the phone onto the receiver.

“Mom,” Jonathan said.

“What?” Joyce asked, annoyed.

“Cops.” This caused Y/n to open her eyes, and she looked toward where Jonathan was now standing. His eyes were glued to the window, and she could see red and blue lights dance on his face. Joyce rushed to the front door and out to the porch, Jonathan and Y/n following hot on her heels. They watched as Hopper lifted Will’s bike out of his trunk, making all three of them panic. Five minutes later they were all in the Byer’s house as the officers searched, looking for traces of Will. Joyce lingered near Hopper while her children stood off to the side, watching.

“And it was just sitting there?” Joyce asked, swallowing hard.

“Yes,” Hopper replied.

“Was there any blood or…?”

“No.”

“If you found his bike out there, why are you here?” Joyce asked.

“He’s got a key to the house?” Hopper asked.

“Yeah,” Y/n replied.

“So maybe he came back here,” Hopper sighed.

“So… what? You think I haven’t checked my own house?!” Joyce accused him.

“Never said you didn’t,” Hopper answered bluntly. Their mom fumed as Hopper inspected the back door. Y/n looked over his shoulder, thinking the same thing Hopper was. The wall was dented, and the paint scratched. He moved the door, aligning the handle with the dent perfectly.

“Someone threw the door open hard,” Y/n whispered, Hopper, raising his eyebrows as he turned at the words.

“Exactly. This always been here?” He asked.

“I have three kids, look at this place-“ Joyce gestured to the messy state of the house.

“But you’re not sure?” Joyce hesitated at Hopper’s question.

“I don’t think it was there before,” Y/n spoke quietly, low enough for only Hopper to hear. He nodded slightly in acknowledgment. They all perked up when whimpering erupted from the backyard. Again, they all followed Hopper as the family dog whimpered in front of the shed.

“This normal?” Hopper asked. Joyce grabbed Chester’s collar, leading him towards the house.

“Just hungry, I’m sure. Come on,” she spoke softly, disappearing inside with the dog. Jonathan followed, leaving only Y/n outside with him. Hopper crept towards the shed, holding the door open as Y/n followed behind him. Meanwhile inside, Jonathan watched Officer Callahan and Powell as they inspected his room.

“What’re you looking for exactly?” Jonathan asked, which encouraged a response from neither of the officers. Powell crouched, looking under the bed to find nothing. Callahan wandered, eyeing a Grateful Dead poster.

“What’s going on there?” He asked.

“The tree’s possessed. It’s going inside her,” Jonathan explained quietly.

“Yeeeesh,” Callahan groaned.

“Hey, kid. You got some water or juice or something? Dying here,” Powell asked. Nodding, Jonathan left to grab them drinks.

“You see that?” Callahan asked, making eye contact with Powell.

“See what?” Powell questioned.

“Suspect number one, am I right?” Callahan replied. Powell rolled his eyes, ignoring the officer. Back outside, Y/n and Hopper were in the shed. The wood groaned as his hands wandered for a light. He finally found the switch, and the lightbulb hummed as it filled with warm light. Y/n stood in a corner, eyeing the shed. It had been a while since she had been there. Hopper noted the rifle mount, specifically the gun’s absence. Moving forward, he eyed the fingerprints in the dust, which were very recent. As the light started to flicker, both Y/n and the chief looked at the bulb. It grew brighter than dimmed, repeating this cycle until it finally went out. Y/n jumped, bumping into Hopper as they both heard a faint sound.

“The hell is that coming from?” Hopper asked. “That you buddy? You hungry?” Hopper fumbled with his utility belt, removing the flashlight and clicking it on. He stood next to Y/n and swept the beam of light over the darkness, looking for the source of the sound. He didn’t find anything, but the sound didn’t stop. He did however land on a figure that was approaching, the beam not showing the face of the perceived threat. Hopper’s hand reached toward his belt, fingers grasping the cold metal of his gun as he moved slightly in front of Y/n. They both sighed with relief as Callahan stepped into the light.

“You deaf? I’ve been calling you.” Both Hopper and Y/n turned to the bulb as it flickered back on. They glanced at each other, eyes both agreeing that whatever had just happened was weird. Shaking it off, Hopper exited the shed and walked fast toward the Byer’s house. Y/n strode next to him, and Callahan trailed behind, struggling to keep up.

“You sure you’re alright, Chief?” Hopper ignored his question, glancing from the girl next to him back to the house.

“I want you to call Florence, have her get a search party together, as many volunteers as she can muster, flashlights too-“

“Think we got a problem here?” Callahan questioned. Hopper ignored his question, uncertain of what to say. He followed behind Y/n as they head inside, the door slamming shut behind them.

Later that night, Joyce sat on the couch, flipping through an album of pictures Jonathan had given her. They were stored in a little book on his bookshelf, all taken by him throughout the last few years. Jonathan sat silently next to her on the couch, eyes watching his mother flip through his photos. Meanwhile, Y/n sat on the grey armchair next to the coffee table, close to her mom. Her eyes were trained on the poster that sat on the coffee table. They continually traced over the bolded red title, ‘Have You Seen Me?’ and flickered to the blank space in the middle, where Will’s picture would go.

“Wow, Jonathan. These are great,” Joyce glanced at him, smiling softly. Jonathan looked down, shying away from his mother’s compliment. Looking back down, she flipped through more pages before deciding to speak. “I've been working so much lately. I feel like I barely know what's going on with you guys anymore,” she sighed guiltily. After no one responded, she looked up to Y/n. Her eyes were filled with tears as she continued to stare at the poster of her brother’s information. “What is it, baby?”

“Nothing,”Y/n responded, not looking at her mom. 

“What is it?” Joyce repeated, taking her daughter’s hand.

“It's just... last night.  I just... I should've been here –” she whispered, voice cracking. “I should have ridden my bike home early instead of staying late.” Joyce shook her head at those words and glanced between her children who both now shared teary eyes and guilty expressions.

“Hey. This wasn't your fault, my babies, you hear me? You hear me?” Joyce insisted, squeezing both of their hands. She believed those words in regard to her children, but not to herself. In truth, she felt like what had happened was because she had decided to work later for the third time in a row. She felt a pang of insurmountable guilt deep within her chest, but she continued on for the sake of her kids. “He's gonna come home soon. I know it. I know it... because I feel him. I feel him in my heart. He's close. He's close. You believe me, Jonathan, Y/n, right?” she asked, needing reassurance. Y/n met her eyes, nodding with a soft smile that vanished soon after.  Joyce released their hands, flipping to the next page. Her dim eyes lit up slightly as she held up a picture of Will. It was him in the park with a bright smile that reached his eyes, one that was thereafter Y/n had chased him around, their screams and laughter filling the park. “Oh, this one -- I... I always liked this one.” Joyce turned the photo around, trying to see her children’s opinions on the photo.

“I agree,” Y/n smiled, genuinely this time.

“Me too,” Jonathan nodded. There was a moment of silence as they all stared fondly at the picture. It was quickly over as the phone rang, making them all jump in surprise. Joyce immediately jumped up and walked over to the phone. Y/n stood, watching but not moving towards the phone while Johnathon sat, glancing between his sister and mother. Joyce picked the phone up off the receiver, pressing it lightly to her ear.

“Yes -- hel-hello?” her voice was tense as she awaited for news that could possibly break her. No one answered, but she listened carefully as she heard the sound of very low breathing. “Lonnie? Hopper?” she asked. No one answered. “Who is this?” she demanded, the power in her voice diminishing when her last word cracked in her throat. Jonathan stood up next to Y/n, watching, worrying intensely as well. The room was silent, but Joyce heard a change in the breathing. It picked up, faster and louder in her ear. Her heart panged as she realized the breathing was from a child. Joyce immediately paled, tears falling from her eyes. “Will?!! Will?!!” she pleaded, causing both of her children to run over to her. “Where are you, baby?! Talk to me! WILL?! WILL?!” she was screaming now, her eyes blurry. The breathing was gone now, replaced by a low, guttural growl that made Joyce’s stomach drop in fear. She stumbled into Jonathon, who caught her as she dropped the phone. Y/n quickly caught it placing it to her ear to hear the same growls. 

“WHO IS THIS? WHAT HAVE DONE WITH MY BROTHER?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!” Y/n screamed, her angry voice booming through the room. It echoed and the room quieted to silence. She glared at the receiver, waiting for a response. Instead of hearing a voice or growl, a shock went through the phone, searing her hand as she gasped in pain. She immediately dropped the phone, clutching her wrist as she backed up, eyes filled with fear and dread. Joyce ran to her daughter, reaching for her hand to make sure she was okay. Meanwhile, Jonathan picked up the phone, placing it to his ear as he watched his sister slump down the wall to the floor, sobbing with pain and fear. Joyce sat next to her, trying to provide comfort to her daughter. 

“Who is this?! WHO IS THIS?!” he yelled, voice shaking. The phone was already dead, not even a dial tone penetrating its silence. He stood, staring at the phone as his sister and mother sobbed on the floor, eyes wide and tear-filled.

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The One I've Been Waiting For {Part 05 of 13}

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Older!reader

Word count: 2 K

Summary: Billy Hargrove is just one of the many students you're supposed to help. The last thing you expect from your interaction is that he'll start flirtt with you... Much less that Billy would stir up feelings you'd rather keep hidden. Despite the mutual sentiments that soon enough start to grow, there are a lot of reasons for whatever it is to be left alone, and one of them is your age...

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A/N: In this story, reader is 5 years older than Billy, who's 18.

•••

A Stolen Heart

The warm water helps you relax. The next project is almost over, which means you'll have some free time on the horizon. Your friends left half an hour ago, so your plans are to shower and go to sleep.

Once out of the water spray, you dry yourself and brush your hair before putting the pj's on, lycra shorts, and an old oversized shirt. You're tired as you climb onto the bed, fixing the blankets and getting comfortable, and sleep comes easy.

But a noise startles you awake, dragging you back into consciousness in half a second. You ignore it though, the bed is too warm and comfortable. But the noise gets louder, and a little too close for your taste. So you snap fully awake, immediately taking in the weird thud and sitting up, looking at the window.

All air leaves your lungs when you see a figure crawling through your window. In a fast move, you stand up, taking the lamp you have on the nightstand and raising it above your head. “Get the hell out of my house or I'll call the police!” You yell, walking backward until you hit the wall.

“Calm down.” An oddly familiar voice says, and you furrow your eyebrows, trying to think despite the heavy haze of sleep over your mind. “Where's the light switch?”

“Who are you?” You ask, the moment you recognize the silhouette, only lit up by the dim lights coming from outside. “Billy?”

“Yeah. Put that down.”

“What the hell-” Walking back to the nightstand, you put the lamp back in its place. “-are you doing here?”

“Just needed to see you.”

“Are you insane?” Walking to the door, you turn the lights on. “What do you think you're doing sneaking into my bedroom like that?” Billy definitely crossed a line now, and you can't just let it go.

“You're right I shouldn't have come.” Billy bursts out, suddenly angry, like you never saw before. You're about to ask why he's talking like that when you see it. When Billy turns around, heading to the window, you see a purple bruise on the apple of his cheek.

And it clicks, the pieces falling into place. You know about his father, about how difficult he is. How Billy hates him, and now you know why. Neil did that.

“Wait!” You shout, running to the window and standing in his way. “Wait. What's that on your cheek?”

“Do you even care?” He furrows his eyebrows, moving closer. “Get out of the way, I'm leaving.”

“No!” When he moves to push you away, you hold both his arms, forcing him to stop and look at you. “Billy, please.”

“I don't-”

“Please.” You see it in his eyes, the pain. And it breaks your heart. “Please, B, stay.”

His face changes, it... Drops. The fury is replaced by something far softer. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here like this, shouldn't scare you like this, I just...”

“It's alright.” You mutter, taking a better look at the bruise. “Let me get some ice, ok? Then we can talk.”

“Ok.”

“But please, don't leave.” You beg, a hand caressing his chin.

“I won't,” Billy promises and you nod, quickly moving.

Your mind is racing, and your heart is beating fast as you rush downstairs. As fast as you can, you search for a bowl, putting all the ice you have in it and grabbing a dishcloth before going back to your room. You're relieved to find Billy seated on the edge of your bed. Breathing out, you sit next to him, putting some cubes in the dishcloth and making an improvised ice bag.

“Can I?” You ask in a low voice and he nods. Gently, you put the ice on his bruise, trying not to hurt him. Billy's eyes don't leave you, but you try to focus on your task. “Did you get into a fight at the party?” You know the answer, but still, you have to ask.

“No.”

“It was Neil, wasn't it?” There's anger in your voice, and you don't want to dissimulate anymore. Billy nods, looking away from you. “I'm so sorry, B. I really wish I could do something for you, I-”

“You're doing enough.” He says, placing his hand on top of yours. His touch is warm, and part of you wants to shield him from all that. To protect him.

“How?” You whisper, now completely drowning in the blue of his eyes. Billy was never this close, and now you can feel the power he has over you.

“By just being here.” He whispers back, moving even closer.

Sighing, you take the ice off his face, throwing it in the bowl. “I didn't mean to send you away like that, I just... Got scared and thought you came here with other ideas in your head.”

“I just needed to see you. I was going to that stupid party but I found myself driving here instead.” His voice is barely a whisper, but you can hear it clearly because of the silence surrounding you.

“You can go if you want, and then come back here.” You decide to say, but you don't want him to go.

You don't want Billy to go. You want to hold him, close to your chest, until all the sadness leaves his heart.

“I don't wanna be anywhere else,” Billy says, and you close your eyes before wrapping your arms around his neck.

It's a strange sensation, and it takes a while until you even understand what you're doing. But it feels right, even better when he embraces you too, strong arms pulling you closer to his body. “I'm so sorry, B.”

Billy sighs, and you feel his breath on your neck when he does, tickling you a little. But holding him feels good. And being held by him is even better. You never thought you'd feel this way, not with him. But there's nothing else right now. No age, no bad boy reputation. Just Billy, in your arms, and you in his.

Silently, you pull away, taking the bowl and placing it on the nightstand before going to the door. “What are you doing?” He asks in a low voice.

“Turning the lights off so we can sleep.” You simply say before cutting the lights and going back to bed.

“Should I go?” Billy sounds... Vulnerable. And it's obvious that he doesn't show this side of him very often. So you feel honored to see this part of him.

“No.” Lying down, you move to the side. It's a double bed, so you're used to sleeping in the middle. “Won't Neil be angry if you don't go back home?”

“He doesn't care.”

“Then stay.” It doesn't take much time until he moves. Billy takes his shoes and leather jacket off before settling down on the right side of the bed.

Then, you fall silent. You're facing away from him, eyes open. And for some reason you know he's awake too.

“Could you come here?” He suddenly asks, his deep voice filling the room.

“What for?”

“Just come.”

Don't overthink it, you tell yourself. So you take a deep breath before moving, turning to face him and moving closer. And it happens naturally as if you've done it many times before. Billy pulls you until your head is on his chest, his arm around your waist. You're blushing, butterflies flying all around.

But this is peaceful. Calming. His breathing and heartbeat feel like a beautiful lullaby.

“Why did he hit you?” With a hand flat on his chest, you smile to feel the warmth irradiating from his skin.

“Max went out with the kids. I was supposed to go for her but she went back home earlier by herself.” His voice is low, a hand caressing your hair.

“You know this isn't her fault, right?”

“I know.” He sighs.

“Just a little while now. Soon enough High School will be over and you'll be free from Neil. And this town. And whatever else you want to be free from.” Taking a deep breath, you involuntary snuggle closer to him. Billy is warm. And you never had anyone to keep you warm during the night. To hold you.

“I know.” He breaths out. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

“For what?”

“For this.”

Biting your lip, you feel heat spreading through your cheeks. “I'm... I'm glad you came.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm.” Mumbling, you hold back a yawl. “It's a cold tonight and now I don't need so many blankets.”

“Oh, I see.” Billy pulls you closer, pressing you against his body. “A very good reason.”

Giggling, you caress his chest. “Let's get some sleep, Billy Hargrove.”

And you drift off to sleep, surrounded by a sensation you never felt before. Maybe this is a mistake. Maybe having Billy this close will end up in heartbreak. But right now, knowing he's alright after what we went through, is enough. You're happy for him. Even though it may hurt you later.

•••

When Billy wakes up, he can't believe what he feels. It's good, so damn good he wonders if he died on the road yesterday, crashed his car, and somehow went to Heaven.

He's so used to being surrounded by hate, anger, and all of those dark feelings from the moment he opens his eyes that this feels surreal.

During the night they moved a bit, and now they're face to face, sleeping way too tangled up for two friends just sharing a bed. The soft morning light makes her even more beautiful, if that's even possible. Billy looks at her as if she's an illusion, a dream, that will vanish if he moves too much. So, holding his breath, he only caresses her cheek, her warm skin. It startles him a little when a quick, small smile crosses her face. He wonders what she's dreaming of. Whatever it is, it's probably good.

Billy didn't want to fall in love. Ever. He didn't even want to like some girl. Or have someone in his mind that he couldn't shake away. He likes his freedom, he likes having someone new every week. A different face to hang out with, to sleep with. He's a man who has everything figured out. His feelings and wishes, his plans for the future. And not falling in love, ever, was a very important part of his plan.

What he doesn't want to admit is that one of the reasons for that, maybe the strongest reason, is because he fears he'll become like his father. His mother loved Neil, and he broke her heart. So Billy always thought it would be better to keep girls at a distance, only having one-night stands with those who are looking for the same quick relationship.

Billy Hargrove doesn't want to be another Neil.

But, right now, looking at her sleepy face, hair covering half of it before he pushes it away, Billy has an epiphany. It happens slowly at first, then all of a sudden.

He wants a girl after all. Even worse, he wants (Y/N), for more than just one night. Or one day. Or one week. He wants to get to know her, all of her.

And he also figures out he could never be like Neil. Not to (Y/N). For her, Billy wants to be more than a crazy teenager going to parties, staying up late for stupid reasons, and not giving a damn about school. For her, Billy wants to be a man.

It's not (Y/N)'s age that stands between them. It's Billy's maturity. Or the lack of it. It's not that he doesn't have plans for the future. Billy wants to go back home, become a Marine Biologist and find a good job, one he loves, in the place he loves. But he also knows some of his attitudes aren't... Appealing to her, as they are to other girls. They like the bad boy act he puts on, and he's quite good at it since all it takes is to express the rage he has trapped inside him.

But now, he wants her. And being the bad boy isn't enough.

He never thought he'd ever change for a girl. But Billy knows this isn't just about changing who he is, because if (Y/N) didn't like him, she wouldn't be here, in his arms. This is about growing up. And Billy would have to do that sooner or later. He was waiting until he finished High School, or until he finished college, if he ever gets there. But until then, he would party hard, live like there was no tomorrow, no consequences.

But now, there's her. And for her, and her only, he wants to make things different.

Billy Hargrove is falling in love. Fast, and hard. For a guy with his reputation, it couldn't be any different.

He, who stole many hearts, had his stolen. And there's nothing he could do now. It was in her possession, and so it would remain.

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[mymoonisalways-in-scorpio]

P O V : you & Eddie were cuddling, kissing, softly making out, and you suddenly get away from his grasp just to raise his temptation & hides to tease him. He founds you and ... "Baby girl! No hiding from Daddy"

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"be a freak like i am too""let's dance to rock" Lana Del Rey - Freak " is as eddie or sera as billy or steve.

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[themissingmarvel]

Onwards Through the Upside-Down (Part 2) Eddie Munson x Reader

(Horray! Part two! I have a lot planned for this, but I'm also not one who writes time travel and haven't since DragonBall Z, so please bear with me. If you have feedback, send it my way, or drop a like if you're feeling inclined to do so and think it's worth it. If not, no worries. I kinda like this one. This is a little more backstory/character building, but I'm all about the slow burn.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x future!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language

Part 1 // Part 2 //

It was safe to say that everyone who had battled Vecna, the Demogorgons, and all the other chaos that came from the Upside-Down, was well acquainted with the word ‘weird’. The chaos had been so much, and in the process of those already at One’s old home in Hawkins proper getting Max to the emergency room, the rest were still at the trailer. With you.

“Dude! Don’t touch her!” Steve shot out his arm to block Dustin from going to your crumpled form on the ground.

He gave him an incredulous look. “Didn’t you just grab her shoulder?”

Steve huffed, a little defensive, “Well, I mean- we don’t know if that’s why she passed out,” he adjusted the gear on his body, all of them staring down at you.

Robin raised an eyebrow, “You think you made her pass out by shaking her shoulder?”

“What if she’s dead?” Nancy chimed, anxiety trilling in her voice.

“She saved my life,” was the only thing Eddie was able to say as he watched you. He was bleeding still, looking somewhat like Steve when he had his initial run-in, though with more clothes. He had, for some reason, brought his guitar with him through the Upside-Down. Not that there was a lot of thinking to be had during the chaos, trying to get through with poor Dustin who was nursing a broken leg.

Steve turned back to Eddie, then back to you, kneeling down. He knew it was stupid, probably, to be doing this, but if Eddie was right, then you weren’t a threat. You didn’t look like anything that came from that wretched world of death and pain. You looked… well, normal. A little beaten up, but normal, “Guys, she’s got blood on her. I think we need to check her out,” he looked up at the two women.

He was a good man, Steve Harrington. The World’s Best Babysitter was a title he held dearly and it was well-placed. He took in strays, it seemed, to the point where it had become a running gag. He wasn’t about to check your body for injuries given you were, well… you know. A girl? Probably not a robot, right? Robots didn’t bleed, did they? He hadn’t seen Terminator since it came out two years ago.

And, were he being honest, there was something about you. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but you felt different. He was worried, which wasn’t totally abnormal, but it felt different. He felt like he was taking in another stray and it reminded him of walking out to face one of the demidogs, battered and bruised, carrying a baseball bat with nails in it.

Nancy stepped forward and crouched by Steve, concern on her features as she looked you over, “Step back, let me look at her,” she nodded at Steve to step away. He did, trusting Nancy, though he could never figure out exactly why. Well, he knew why. Steve loved Nancy. He had always loved Nancy. He had loved Nancy in the way that didn’t totally make sense, and where he had shouted internally that she had moved on. He loved her without having to tell her as much, but knowing if she ever decided to come back to him, he wouldn’t hesitate. She was a thing of dreams and he had never let go of his feelings.

Eddie, Steve, and Dustin all turned away, Robin stepping forward awkwardly as Nancy lifted the bottom of your shirt a bit to just under your bust, struggling to do so. There was indeed blood caked on it, and it did look like some of it was yours. But nothing was bleeding currently, which she was mostly concerned about. What caught her eye, however, were the healed marks over your body. The parts of you she could see had all sorts of scarring, some resembling bites with fangs, some cuts, some burns. You looked so wounded, and she felt her heart ache deeply, “Oh god…” she had muttered.

He had wanted to turn, but Eddie had way too much respect for this new goddess to do such a thing, so he inquired instead, “Is she okay? What is it?” He tried not to be frantic, but given what they’d all been through he supposed it was fine to be a little frantic.

Robin had seen it too, exchanging a look with Nancy in that moment, an unspoken understanding the two women had, “Nothing. She’s got some bites but she seems okay otherwise.”

Nancy readjusted your shirt, standing and shaking her head as the others turned, sensing the modesty wasn’t needed anymore, “Doesn’t answer who she is, or how she got here, though.”

“She said she was from the future,” Dustin echoed, having been yelling it at first when they had all come at you, desperate for answers.

Eddie rolled his eyes, “No, dude, she said a sphinx had cronoshifted her! Difference!” He tapped the child’s forehead with his index finger.

Steve looked confused, “That’s even weirder. Why would she say that?”

It was Robin who spoke the answer though, to the riddle that felt ironic to call it as much, “Because it’s something she knew we’d understand. Or at least, you. I don’t get that nerd crap, like, at all,” her eyes widened, having used her best guess to assume it was something related to what the kids did.

“But if she’s from the future, who sent her?” Steve looked down, sighing.

_

It had been hard, when you had first come to the United States. You spoke at least four languages so that wasn’t the issue. Rather, you had no family to speak of, but when news of the Burned Warriors came through, those with experience with the Death World and the monsters inside, had stepped in and offered to help. Your father had a lot of experience with things that didn’t always make sense, and he had found himself with an abundance of patience and love. He had offered to take you in, his own wife happy to have you join their family. Post-apocalypse or not, they hadn’t let it stop them. They had hope. They would win.

The first thing he had done when you arrived was tell the US Government to fuck themselves. No more fighting, at least not yet. You were a child, he had scolded them, and you were going to heal. You had been born to die, they had told you growing up. A warrior. A fighter. There were so few equipped to really handle the monsters coming through and they needed people who weren’t afraid. Who knew how to fight. And they had bred you in much the same way as Eleven. As Jane. They wanted some who could get close to Henry again, who could survive in the Death World.

Your father had taken in a child who at twelve had already seen their share of pain and who hadn’t been given much love. Not in the way one needed. Of course he had seen the reflection of Jane in you, of someone born to fight. But he had promised you love. And he had delivered. He never asked about your nightmares, but he had come in when you were screaming. And your mother had never asked about what you’d experienced, but she kissed your head just the same when you were asleep. They had welcomed you in, and while you hadn’t been as close with your siblings, you knew love.

It’s what made this so hard.

WIll had told you that you couldn’t share the details of your world with them, possibly risking the timeline. He had made you promise you understood, looking at his weathered face and grey hair, made you swear you grasped the gravity of it.

Born to die you had considered.

-

Coming to had felt so strange, your brain foggy as you lifted your head, trying to make sense of the world around you. It wasn’t familiar, which had triggered your fight-or-flight, and set off an unfortunate series of events that came next.

“Guys! I think she’s-“

Oh, poor Steve.

You jumped off the bed, Eddie’s bed in the room he hadn’t slept in since… well, Chrissy. Not that he’s gotten any sleep as it was. But you leapt forward, your training kicking in and going for the closest moving thing around you, which at present was Steve Harrington who had been convinced by an odd combo of Nancy and Eddie to be gentle. He was regretting that now as he watched you jump at him, snapping as you knocked him to the ground.

Steve let out a sharp cry, no time to even try and respond as he watched you withdraw a blade, one hidden, and aim it for his neck. If he could have described the look in your eyes it would have been “feral”, seeing that briefly there was almost nothing there.

But what you heard as the blade got closer, your eyes wide and your blood pumping, was his plea, “Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey! You’re safe! I swear!”

In that moment the blade dropped from your hand. The crew that came running, bottlenecked in tight trailer, would see you stumble off of Steve and kick the blade away.

You remembered hearing him, that day he had come into your room when you were still new to their home, still frightened and screaming in four different languages. You remembered as he grabbed your smaller form with no hesitation and he said those same words. That same timbre. That same love.

Steve Harrington had been your father for all those years that were important. He had raised you alongside his own children just the same. He had loved you. And that love, in that moment, transcended time itself.

But you couldn’t tell him.

Scrambling back and to your feet you shook your head, “Fuck, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. I just- I didn’t know where I was. Where I am. I'm sorry,” your eyes were wide and tears were beginning to form.

Eddie stepped in first, holding the shield as he looked at you, your face turning quizzical as you eyed him, “What the fuck is that?”

He was almost offended, Steve slowly getting to his feet and stepping between the two, “It’s a shield!”

“No. That’s a garbage can lid with metal shards on it. What, are you fighting dangerous trash?” You smirked.

“It fought off those bat things in the Upside-Down!” Dustin yelled out defensively.

“The Upside-Down…” you considered the name, remembering that’s what your father and Will had called it when they weren’t talking to the military.

“Listen, as much as these conversations are going great, I would love to know who you are, and where you came from,” Steve sounded exhausted, and he looked like hell. They all did.

You paused to look around, recognizing the chaos and again seeing Eddie, the one you had saved. You remembered his face from stories, Dustin had spoken highly of him, in the time you’d known him before he was killed, like so many others. Eddie had been the thing of heroes and stories. He had died, long ago. He had died with that shitty shield, saving Dustin and the rest of the world. He had died a villain to many and he had been crucified as such. But here he was, someone who had never survived past the initial decent into chaos; alive.

You had felt drawn to him, oddly enough. Part of you wondered as you stood in the room, having been laying on his bed, if you were two people both living where they didn’t belong. He was meant to be dead, and it would be years before you were even born. You were both anomalies living outside of logic and already one of Will’s theories had proven correct, the timeline intact still even with a major change.

Looking back at Steve you felt such incredible sadness. He wasn’t your father, not yet. He was still scared, and he was still doing the best he could, pining after the woman not feet away. He had died in your arms only hours ago and it was painful to be looking at him. At a ghost. At a world filled with ghosts.

“I… it’s complicated,” you frowned, adjusting the clothes on your form, feeling the pain from the wounds that would need cleaning.

A scoff could be heard, “You think this isn’t already complicated?” Nancy looked at you, focused. That was a face you knew anywhere. And it broke you.

“Yeah, I mean, I guess. I just- I can’t tell you everything. But I’m from the future, and you guys are the reason I’m here,” you frowned. How could you tell any of them they were gone? Will hard warned you that disclosing too much would put them at risk, possibly harm the outcome of the world moving forward. You were meant to fix this timeline and if done right, would change the world. It would be as though none of it happened.

“Does that mean I’ll die? That I’ll never be born? That I won’t exist anymore?”

He frowned, “If I tell you, will you still go?”

You considered through the gravity of it all, “Without hesitation.”

Steve looked at you heavily, and considered his options. He felt it, the truth. He could hear it in your voice, the truth that lingered out and danced forward. He didn’t really know why he wanted it to be true, too. He told himself that if something so impossible could happen, maybe it meant they had a chance against Vecna. One. Henry. El couldn’t do it alone, and maybe with you, did that mean there was another chance?

“I mean, she did say a sphinx chronoshifted her here,” Dustin tossed out the comment, clearly siding with you, a stranger.

You grinned a bit, “Can’t make this shit up, can I?”

“You could, probably,” Robin tossed out, behind Eddie.

Smiling, feeling suddenly at peace surrounded by ghosts, deciding to live in what felt like a memory rather than fight it, you nodded, “I could. But how many people would show up telling you they’re here to take out Henry? How many more have the means to do so?” You raised an eyebrow.

The group exchanged looks, ranging from confusion to excitement, before Steve spoke up again, “We need to get back to everyone. Now.”

-

The ride back had been haunting for the group. You had been tucked in the back of the RV, the one that had been stolen but now didn’t really matter, all things considered. Eddie was sitting across from you on one of the other cushions, looking at you skeptically. You were staring back at him, not one to stray from even a staring contest. He had the guitar still, the one from the Upside-Down, as you were now calling it. He had told Dustin begrudgingly that it was haunted, therefore cooler. He had busted out a song that had been released not two weeks earlier, playing it better than Metallica ever could. You knew that, because you had heard Metallica play it a few times, and it was never that good. Or at least, that was how Dustin told the story.

“Wait, can you tell us anything about the future?” Steve chimed in, trying to break the quiet of the ride, Nancy beside him in the front, Dustin and Robin in the back with you and Eddie.

You looked over, seeing his eyes in the rear view mirror, “Depends. If you want to know if you ever get a haircut, the answer is no,” you smirked.

Robin let out a stifled laugh and Nancy giggled in the front. Dustin looked pleased, “I knew it. I bet his hair looks even better in the future!”

You smiled, still able to see him pushing back the hair peppered with grey, still long and still enough that Nancy would sit and run her fingers through it on quiet days when they were able to sit on the roof of the apartment building in the sun, in the quiet areas not taken yet by monsters. You could see love in both their eyes and you understood, as your mother surprised you with another book she’d found in her time exploring the cities, looking for things not yet destroyed or looted.

Eddie kept his eyes on you, though. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you - he did - but there was just something else. He wanted to ask if he had in fact died, where you were from. In some ways he knew he had. If you hadn’t stepped in and saved him, there was no way he would have lived. He had come to a weird kind of peace with his mortality, but you had changed that. So instead he wanted to ask about his legacy; what did the world think of him? Did he want to know? Would you even say?

You turned back to Eddie, feeling his eyes, and offering a sort of soft smile. So many stories, Mike had gone on about the guy with Dustin some days, and he felt more real, now that you were sitting with him. It had occurred to you in your time on the planet, that children weave their own stories, often ones to make things make sense. Eddie had been a hero to them, as Steve had been, but he was different now that you were sitting with him as an adult. He was twenty, and you several years older. They were all twenty, really. Save for Dustin. As real adults, the age had dissipated into nothing, but now, you saw it.

It felt silly to admit he couldn’t take his eyes off you, but Eddie was enamored. Hours had gone by, but when you were laying peaceful in his bed, he had felt it. No real way to explain the emotion that had washed over him, one that he wasn’t familiar with. Eddie had lacked real solid parenting, the unconditional love one got if the world wasn’t stacked against them. He knew love, though. He knew it in concept and theory, and he had tasted it at times. The sensation he got with you felt transformative, at least. It was new.

He hadn’t expected to live only hours ago, but now, sitting in the back of an RV, trying to get back to Hawkins proper with a new goal, a new purpose, he was nothing short of happy. Finally. Even if he wasn’t sure what happened next.

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Imagine going to a disco bar and seeing Hawkin High's infamous playboy, Billy Hargrove himself hanging out around the jukebox flipping through the different tracks and then you go over there and quickly put on Rock the Casbah by the Clash and him looking up at you eyes sparkling in the neon colours before smirking and asking you to dance. Spending the whole night together though there was school in the morning.

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