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cubicle-eyes · 2 years

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How I think the characters on my write list (+a few) would react to you falling asleep on them! (HCs)

This post is a semi-filler. I'm taking a break from my Eddie fic to work on this because my motivation is going DOWN. Rest assured at least two new fics ( not including this one) are coming very soon!

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Steve Harrington

- He is stiff as a board.

- He does everything in his power to gently lay you down (if possible) without waking you up.

- He has so many photos of you when you're in deep sleep

- even one where he put yourfinger up your nose

- Dustin liked that one.

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Billy Hargrove

- He is also very still.

- He quite likes it, actually

- You're like a weighted blanket to him

- He's not to worried about waking you up

- but he's always sad when you do because he loves you lying on him.

- He has a photo of you asleep in your dinner. Deffo.

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Jason Carver

- shoves you to the floor.

- jkjk

- no, he does slide you away though

- it makes him uncomfortable when someone is sleeping on him, so dont be upset if you wake up to him sneaking away

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Eddie Munson

- He is also probably asleep

- you not awake = boring

- so, his solution is to sleep too.

- on the rare occasion he isn't sleeping, he often is holding your back/waist

- If he starts getting sore he pinches the end of your nose to wake you up, and always apologizes for doing so but never stops.

- He has a video recording of you sleepwalking and singing to "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" while you sweep the couch. You woke up because of how hard he was laughing.

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Chrissy Cunningham

- She's always suprised, though it happens quite often

- Usually she sleeps on you, so it's nice

- Her shoulders are a little bony though, so usually you end up cuddled up in the crook of her neck <3

- she holds you very tightly, but not enough to wake you. Shes honestly worried you'll fall off of her!

- (she puts a variety of hats on your head, if she manages to get up without waking you)

- She has a poloraoid wall, and most of them are you and her together, or you sleeping with a bunch of hats stacked on your head

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Jim Hopper

- hahshshaha

- He's the best cuddler EVER

- hes so STRONG and holds you in PLACE!

- he has his arms around you and you'd die if you moved

- he loves affection okay he's just mean about it sometimes

- if he has a coat/flannel/OUTERWEAR he takes it off and lays it on you instead of a blanket

- it's nice because it's warm and smells like him, which is sweet

- Will murder if someone wakes you up. There is no joke here. Eleven was grounded for three days.

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Joyce Byers

- MAMA

- MAMA ILY HOLD ME TOO PLS 🥺🥺🥺

- Mama bear! MAMA BEAR!

- She is the best cuddler on this LIST!!

- She has three kids, she has EXPERIENCE in CUDDLES!

- Massages your scalp while your sleeping and if she pulls away you wake up, which leads to hilarious interactions between her and Will when she needs something.

- " Stop laughing Will. Just hand me the remote."

- "It's literally beside you!"

- "Shhh! Hand the remote to your poor old mom!"

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Dustin Henderson

- hahassddjshs

- when you fall asleep on him he cries.

- not really but he's killed by the pure trust and kind of wants too

- gives you kithes 🥺

- mostly on the top of your head, but the forehead and your cheeks (depending on the way your head is laying) are hotspots too

- its way to quiet when you're asleep so he falls asleep too

- Which leads to the both of you waking up with a huge bright camera flash as his mom cooes at the both of you

- (bottom left drawer of his dresser, there's a collection of photogrpahs where he's put makeup on your face in your sleep. Also includes you sleeping in his hat, you sleeping cuddled up with him, and you literally sleeping face-down on his bed.)

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Mike Wheeler

- Sorry people but you never sleep on him.

- Have you seen him? He's a stick and bony and lanky and ADORABLE but not to sleep on

- to sleep with, however, when you're the first asleep...

- He just likes to rub your arms through your shirt (or not, if you arent wearing one, duh)

- Sleeping together like this is a really intimate thing to him, so he finds it very special to watch you sleep

- his hands are naturally freezing, so he finds clever ways to sneakily twine your fingers together to warm them up

- His most creative way to do so is to put his hands behind your neck.

- you always wake up, laughing and gasping for him to move them, but he keeps them there till they're warm, and then you're both asleep again with your foreheads touching <3

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Nancy Wheeler

- notice me senp-

- Now in my honest opinion..

- She has never had someone fall asleep on her until you

- Always unprepared and silently freaking out as she sits stiff as a board, hands in her lap twitching slightly as she stares at the wall or TV

- usually when you move around she takes the oppurtunity as well, making sure you're both comfy before settling

- Awkward! With! Her! HANDS!!

- Always everywhere! They're constantly moving

- Her feet do it too as she's also a restless sleeper and very fidgety

- always feels bad if it wakes you up

- sometimes its nice, one hand petting your head and the other rubbing your back..

- but sometimes her feet kick your ankles and sometimes it hurts, okay.

- also she sleeps with socks on. Didn't know how to fit this in. But she does.

- ( in preperation for you falling asleep on her on the couch, she has a basket of blankets next to the cushions, and theres water bottles and a secret stash of chips hidden under them >:} )

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Will Byers

- usually doesn't know you're asleep until you stop answering his questions

- and then which he adjusts to hold you and continues talki g to himself.

- sometimes you'll mutter sleepy 'mmm's when he's said something interesting enough, but he shushes you because you're supposed to be asleep

- very good cuddler, but can never fall asleep

- when he gets tired he passes out, yes, but to get tired he'd have to run around the world four times

- well, he'd have to be mentally tired to fall asleep. No matter how sleepy his body is, he can't fall asleep without talking about anything aad everything until the words turn into whispers and then quiet nonsense.

- he has a photobook, and theres a picture of you sleeping so weirdly that it always gets a laugh (peter griffin fall 💀)

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Jonathan Byers

- probably high

- so he just keeps on doing what he's doing.

- he probably asks you stupid questions, regardles of if you answer or not.

- "would you still love me if i was a worm?"

- "..cutests fuckin... mm.. worm.. "

- "*sobbing*"

- "woah holy shit, jon, you okay-"

- "Im a CuTe WoRm! *more sobbing*"

- honestly I love him so much idk how to write abt him zhshahah

- if he's asleep too he's probably resting his head on yours, arms lazily wrapped around tour neck as you bury your face in his neck and chest, holding his torso.

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Eleven Byers-Hopper

- freaking out verbally

- "Do not laugh at me, Will. They are not dead, right?"

- probably shaking bc sjes so scared that if she accidentally wakes you up you'll be upset with her

- eventually she relaxes, and moves your head (which has undoubtedly fallen to her shoulder) to her lap

- very gentle and sweet

- once she gets even more comfortable, she probably pets your head and baby-talks to you in a one-sided, lovey-dovey conversation.

- "Whos the most adowable S/O? Y/N is. Yeah he is. The best sleeper in the west."

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Max Mayfeild

- literally just wakes you up.

- if you DONT wake up she tries to literally "push your buttons"

- squeeze ur cheeks, poke ur nose, poke ur forehead

- She doesn't want to be trapped all day!

- (she really does though. If you don't get up soon she cuddles right up to fall asleep. Pretend to be asleep long enough and you get to hear Max snore. Loudly.)

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Robin Buckley (f.reader)

- " :0 omg ive been chosen"

- treats you like a cat, puts you where you need to be so youre both comfy

- couch sleeping >>>>

- lies with her back against the couch and your back pressed against her chest, holding you in place so you don't fall and kissing the back of your neck gently and ajdvrkdvej

- Robin's head > Pillow

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Argyle

- bro argyle >>> hottest person alive

- who am I kididng theyre the same person

- anyways (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

- this man doesnt let you sleep whatre you even talking about???? U joking??? hes high you're comin' down with him.

- "...What color is a mirror..?" "Why is pizza round... cut into triangles... and served in a square box?" "Why is it nail polish and not nail paint?" etc etc

- he always falls asleep very quickly. But he also cries really easily when high off his balls. Over everything. He cried yesterday about the color of his shirt. It wasn't yellow enough. He told me himself

- hes the best pillow. Lay on his chest, kiss his face, let him hold ya

- hes very soft and gentle with you at all times, and since most of the time the both of you are high as skyscrapers, it's a bit more wacky but a lot more sentimental.

- lots of "was drunk and fell asleep like this 😤" pictures in the back of the van

- the funniest being the one of argyle standing on the roof of the van with you and attempting to push you onto the hood "long live the king"style, but you were held on tight

- usually jonathan doesn't quite get as high so he taks a lot of pictures

- got off track but oh well lol

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Fred Benson

- He probably has prepared for this moment and lured you into a trap :)

- he had music on softly in the background and blankets and everything all planned out

- once he just gains enough actual courage to ask for cuddles it'll be less odd when he asks you to watch the most boring show on the planet with him

- he kithes your head a lot bc he really loves you, but doesn't voice it a whole lot

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Peter Ballars

- he moves you, despite how much he wants to stay and make sure you sleep well

- he doesn't move you very far. Usually you fall asleep in the rainbow room, so he just puts you in your own room to rest

- he always sneaks and checks on you, though, because you're still as graceful as a dying baby bird and vunreable all alone

- 4/10 not a good rainbow room cuddle buddy

- (alone, however, he's very sweet, apologizing for dumping you in your room all alone. Kisses all around, gives you a shoulder rub, you know, usual guilty boyfriend tendancies. Will always cuddle before he has to go back to his own room. He may be a lil' evil but you're his sweetheart <3 )

EXTRA/BONUS: OBSCUREISH CHARACTERS

Dr. Brenner/Papa (child reader, around 5-6)

- he isn't quite sure how you ended up so close to him in the rainbow room as he sat and observed the other children, but when he felt the pressure on his upper arm from you, he couldn't help but grinned

- he woke you up gently, offering you a quick nap in your assigned room, and you accepted by yawning and rubbing your eyes, nodding.

- he walked you to your room with an orderly, and tucked you into bed.

- totally down to tell you a story tbh. Just ask.

- the orderly is assigned to wake you up in exactly two hours, so you better get to sleep quick.

- but no matter. Papa is sure to lend you an extra hour if you need it.

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Ted Wheeler 👹 (Holly's fraternal twin)

- he's asleep. He fell asleep first. You were just to scared to change the TV channel and fell asleep too on top of him with your sister.

- (he wakes up first too, and puts you both in bed, making sure you're covered and comfy before heading back to his chair. If you wake up in that time, he'lm tell you both some sort of a story, though it's a "tired dad" version. Usually you're the cool dragon, while Holly's the princess in fantasy stories.

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Karen Wheeler 👹 (also Holly's twin)

- she was suprised, of course, when you appeared across from her on the couch and shoved your way into her lap, cuddling close and instantly falling asleep.

- she lets you sit there for awhile, patting your back, before she brings you to her room to let you nap up there. When Holly gets tired she'll join you, but for now you get the big bed!)

Barb Holland

- havfuubeakdvehx

- Hi barb *waves fingers like an idiot*

- she loves cuddles. There's never a time you ever "accidentally" fall asleep on her. Oh no. Youre her hostage now.

- Smooches. Smoochy poochy bwa bwbajettiwvd

- Push her glasses up her nose while you're barely awake, and then proceed to pass out. She will cry of cuteness. No jokes.

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hope you enjoyed! Also I need to add Barb to my write list 👹

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loverforstrangerthingsfics · 2 years

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Dating will byers [gender neutral]

:he was definitely insecure at the start of the relationship

:so constantly reassuring him was a thing

:it would also cause arguments because of his self doubt but you reminded him you loved him so thst helped alot

:you would feel bad when mike Lucas el and max would leave him out so you would play dnd with him

:you would definitely feel bad when you see Mike ignoring him

:so you always cheered him up with games and food

:but after mike had that argument with him will went out of it

:and it was so hard to help him it almost broke you guys up

:stealing his clothes

:[trying to convince him to change his hair]

:loving him either way though

:Joyce loves you

:Jonathan is like a brother to you

:you had to convince your family to move to California

:but once you did move to California you always had to stand up for el

"Hey Angela you crusty bitch leave Jane alone before I hop on your ass and beat you up infront of your little friends do I make my self clear bitch "

:instead of have throwing the shoe at her you just beat her up

:and will loved you for that

:you guys are that couple

Imagine your gender and race

#eleven x reader #jane hopper x reader #mike wheeler x reader #jonathan byers x reader #the party x reader #will byers x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x trans reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things headcanons #stranger things x black reader #stranger things x plus size reader #stranger things x male reader #stranger things x fem!reader #will byers x male!reader #will byers x fem!reader

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eddiexbnshd · 2 years

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let me eat you out until you’re crying because you’re so overstimulated. but lets be honest, you love it, dont you baby? you love being my good little girl and giving your body to me, you love being my little slut, is that right angel? <3

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loverforfanfiction · 2 years

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To all the boys I ever loved p.s i still love you-stranger things

Summary:you send letters to all the boys you ever loved.... by accident

All the boys I love in order

1.steve harrington

2.eddie munson

3.mike wheeler

4.lucas Sinclair

5.Jonathan byers

6.will byers

7.dustin Henderson

8.billy hargove

Warnings:fluff,cussing,little angst the reader will be mentioned as a girl but pls imagine your gender and black futures but imagine your race pls

Episode 1

Y/n pov

2 years ago

I sit down on my bed and I write I had just got back from therapy and my counselor told me I should write down my feelings so I thought "why not write my feelings for my crushes down" as I sigh and scoot down to the bottom of my bed and I think about the first boy I have loved,steve harrington and I start writing a letter I hope he will never see

Dear Steve harrington you are one of the most cutest guys I have ever met, and as I usually sit in the back of the rooms messing with my hair thinking about you ,

You might have never seen me because your king steve and your to stuck up on nacy but I love you and your hair, you drive me fucking crazy oh how I wish you could be mine but that will never happen so I write my feelings down on a paper and I stuff my feelings down and admire you I guess I'm writing to much now but there is so much to say to you it can't fit on paper so I write this instead.... one day I hope you notice me

From y/n y/l/n

To steve harrington

As I read over what I wrote I but my pencil down and I pull my cover over me as i turn of the lights and I try to dream of the person I wish was mine soon steve harrington.

Imagine your gender and race

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love-you-inside-n-out · 2 years

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ok, but disney movies with stranger things characters.

for example,

beauty and the beast- billy hargrove

tangled- steve harrington

(omg imagine plus size!reader)

i need someone to write these <3 :0

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jhilsara · 2 years

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Here’s some more sketches of my Henderson!OC Jen. But this time with much more Dustin 🥰

#my art #henderson!reader #stranger things oc #Henderson!oc #Eddie munson #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #stranger things #stranger things fanart #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #I love her so much

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tw-inkl-e-tit-s · 2 years

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Taking requests, I can write smut, fluff, or angst for any of the ST Characters

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prettybillycore · 2 years

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You’re Gorgeous, Doll || Billy Hargrove x Reader

Pairing(s): Billy Hargrove x Plus Size!Wheeler!Reader; Minor Jonathan Byers x Nancy Wheeler

Universe: Stranger Things

Summary: Billy didn’t understand why you wouldn’t come to visit him at the pool so eventually, you agreed to go after some convincing from Nancy. The problem came from someone who you didn’t expect to be there; your mother. Billy sees her making you feel guilty about your weight, so he does the absolute most to shut down her fat shaming.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 6.0k

Warnings: Fat Shaming, Body Confidence Issues, Possessive!Billy, Major Karen Wheeler Slander, Headcanon that Mrs. Wheeler has disordered eating. Minor Jonathan Slander if you squint.

A/N: the reader is gender neutral (neutral nicknames, outfits, pronouns, etc), the only thing that is not gender neutral is the style of bathing suit they wear later in the story. Mrs. Wheeler also treats the reader similarly to Nancy. I did my best to keep it gender-neutral tho!

Read it on A03 or here on Tumblr below the cut

Billy Hargrove was still learning how to be a good boyfriend. You appreciated all of his efforts to become a better person in general, but he definitely still had a ways to go. He loved you dearly, but he couldn’t always understand your insecurities. He wanted so badly to understand, but he would often become frustrated and not know what to say when you let your insecurities get the best of you. He saw you as one of the most beautiful people in the world and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t understand why you saw yourself as anything less. He would make a ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue and sigh when you would bring up anything about your weight insecurity. It’s not that he didn’t care, it’s that he could not, for the life of him, figure out why you were so sensitive about your weight. You knew the reason though, but you were afraid to tell him.

You were Y/n Wheeler. You were born a year after your older sister Nancy, which also made you one year younger than Billy. Your sister had a few classes with Billy before you all got out for the summer and she did her best to treat him with kindness. She didn’t understand what you saw in him, but she respected your choices. Billy also did his best to be nice to her and (much more reluctantly) Steve and Jonathan. You loved your sister with your whole heart. You two had always been close. You taught Mike how to be a Dungeon Master and you were like the older sister of the whole party at this point. You were not super popular in school, but you had a good group of friends + Billy to keep you company. The only person in your life who you felt like was against you was your mother, Karen Wheeler.

You knew that she was the reason, deep down, for your insecurities about your appearance. Of course, over the years at school people had made comments about your weight, but between Nancy, Steve, and Billy, people your age had pretty much stopped bullying you entirely. None of them, of course, could stop your mother. Billy and Steve had no idea what your mother had been saying to you. Nancy knew, you two had grown up together, but she didn’t know how to stop your mother. She tried to step in, but your mother was never receptive to what she had to say. You appreciated the effort, but your mother’s words were getting to the point that you were starting to really question if you were good enough for Billy.

You would bring up the ladder to your boyfriend and he would just roll his eyes. “If you weren’t good enough for me, Sweetheart, I wouldn’t be dating you, simple. I think you’re the most perfect person in the world, so we’re dating. Don’t overthink it, just run away with me when we graduate, yeah? We’ll get married at a courthouse and buy a little place in California, somewhere on the water. We can bring whoever else wants to come, if it’ll make you happy.”

You would toss him a small smile and do your best to hide the tears that were welling up in your eyes. You would softly plunge your face into his chest when you realized you weren’t going to be able to stop yourself from crying. He would let out a deep sigh and close his eyes in frustration. Even so, he would still hug you back tightly and let you cry it out. His head would be resting on top of yours and his arms would keep you locked in place until he could feel your heart rate calm down. He knew that he had to be missing something. This insecurity ran deep. You had helped in through so many of the insecurities that Neil had caused him. He wondered why you weren’t comfortable enough to tell him who was causing you all this distress. He knew it was still happening, so he suspected someone in your family, but he couldn’t place who. The bullies of your past, Tommy and Jason, left you completely alone now, hell, they wouldn’t even look in your direction. He doubted your sister or little brother were causing you this much anguish, but he couldn’t decipher which of your parents would be saying hurtful things about your appearance to you.

He eventually would pull away from the hug and rest one of his hands on your cheek. “If someone is being mean to you, you’d tell me right?”

You nodded. Your face was flushed and your eyes just looked so heavy. He could feel the defeat in your body and it absolutely broke his heart. “Yeah.”

He stepped back again and sat down on your bed. He would gesture for you to sit on his lap and you would always hesitate. He would gesture again, “You’re not gonna break me, Doll.”

You would give in and straddle his waist, balancing yourself by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and putting your knees firmly on the bed. “I just get nervous that I’m gonna crush you.”

He chuckled. He knows that you’re serious, but he does his best to lighten the weight in your heart. “Sweetheart, I love every part of you. From your lips, to your stomach, to your hands, to your gorgeous, gorgeous thighs.” The palms of his hands were flat against your bear skin. Your shorts rode up when you sat down, leaving your thighs defenseless to his touch. He ran his hands up and down your skin. You leaned your forehead against his to keep yourself steady.

“Billy…” You mumbled. It basically just fell out of your mouth.

You were so close, that you could see the mix of lust, love, and adoration in his eyes. One of his hands stayed on your thigh, the other cupped your face. Your breath hitched. He sucked in a breath and you could basically see his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “You are literally a god(dess). My god(dess).”

He pulled your lips to his and your thoughts started to fuzzy. Your hands started to pull at the hair at the base of his neck. “I love you, Billy.” It was a whisper between kisses.

He smiled into your kiss, though you could tell he was doing his best to hold back a groan. “I love you too, Y/n. You are my home.”

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Billy did everything he could to give you the world and raise your confidence, but something your mom did/said would always ruin it. She would bring you back from the high that Billy gave you and make you feel like you were a little kid again. A little kid who had no say in anything again. She counted her calories the best she could for every meal, and she taught Nancy and you to do the same thing. She never tried to teach Mike; he was a boy and got to eat almost anything he wanted to ‘grow big and strong.’ You and Nancy were forced to follow your mother’s ways in your pre-teen and early teen years. Nancy was doing her best to get away from it, as were. You just had a different genetic makeup, and different medications, and your body just had a different shape than your sister and mother. Nancy never made you feel bad about that. She would offer to do your makeup and would go clothes shopping with you if you needed moral support. She had even gotten Steve and/or Jonathan to join in on it a few times. The first time she started to see good in Billy is when you dragged him shopping with you two. He treated you like royalty the entire time and Nancy was happy that you had a partner who lifted you up; since you still had a mom that carried you down.

Since you started dating Billy, you were getting more confident. It was the little things– wearing one of his shirts to school as a tight crop top with a jacket over it, wearing colors of eye shadow your mother said brought out the roundness of your face, and letting yourself enjoy lunch periods again. Billy had his hand pressed against the small of your back, skin completely exposed by his shirt and his eyes, again full of love and lust at how beautiful he thought you looked. However, not even he could get you to wear a swimsuit. You two hadn’t seen each other stripped that far down yet because you weren’t there yet, and he respected that entirely. He had one problem though; you refused to come to visit him at the pool for longer than a few minutes. Your family was at the Hawkins pool all the time this summer. He saw your little brother and your mother all the time there. Your sister even was there with some of your other friends sometimes. Billy asked Nancy why you didn’t come, in a joking manner, of course. He thought you were just coming in your own car or something. Nancy’s response made him more annoyed and confused though. “They’re not coming. They don’t do pools.”

Every time you stopped by the pool, you were fully clothed and sat with Billy in the office while he was on his lunch breaks. He was completely respectful of the fact that you weren’t ready to have sex, but he was dying to spend more time with you this summer. He was missing you terribly now that he had this job. If you brought all the little shitheads to the pool a few times a week he would be able to spend more time with you; plus he thought you would look so cute in a swimsuit; hair slicked back while playing Marco polo with the party. He wanted to see it so badly, but every time he asked about you bringing the party to the pool for the day, you would just shake your head and change the subject.

One day, when Nancy was there with Jonathan and a few other friends, Billy approached them when it was his turn to head out onto the pool deck. Heather eyed him curiously as she made her way inside, but she didn’t say anything. “Wheeler,” he called.

Nancy quirked her eyebrow at the young lifeguard. Jonathan scooted a little closer to her on their shared beach chair, which didn’t go unnoticed by Billy. Though, he chose to ignore the older Byers brother, whatever he was thinking wasn’t of importance to Billy right now. “What can I do for you, Hargrove?”

“I think you know,” he said with a slick smile. Though it soon faded when Nancy shook her head.

“She’s not gonna come here Billy, not in a suit. Probably not even with a T-shirt over one.”

Billy grumbled and swayed a bit. “Do you know why? I thought their confidence was getting better. I want them to be able to enjoy the one summer activity this shitty town has to offer– plus I’m missing them like hell right now.”

Nancy smiled at him and Jonathan watched the interaction with a puzzled expression. “I will try to convince them to come. Are you working tomorrow?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m on all afternoon.”

“I can’t guarantee that they will bend, but I will try. I’m in charge of giving the party something to do tomorrow and I told them we were going to come here. They haven’t come much this summer because they’re all kinda nerdy and the indoorsy types. Us older siblings are trying to get them all to go out more,” she said, briefly turning her attention to Jonathan.

“I appreciate it Nanc, really. And like, I don’t want them to feel super pressured. I would just like if they stay for a while, even if they decide they aren’t ready to swim, just be here while I’m trapped here.”

Nancy’s smile grew wider. “I never expected you to be so good for them, Billy, but I am really glad that you are. You help them more than you realize, I think.”

Billy felt his heart soften. “I know that people in this day and age can be really shitty to each other about their looks. I see Y/n for who they are on the inside; a fucking angel really and they have the looks to match. I’ve never been able to figure out who the fuck made them feel so shit for their weight, but if I figure it out, I will kick their ass.”

Nancy could see his jaw lock. He was staring toward the ground as he spoke. She knew it was a lot for him to be genuine with someone other than you. “You really are doing so much more for them than you realize, I’ll talk to them about it tonight.”

“Thank you, Wheeler. Have a good day here at the pool.” He gave Jonathan a bit of a stare down. He didn’t know what it was, but there was something that Billy didn’t like about Jonathan. He did his best to be nice to him for your sake though. “You too, Byers.”

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Nancy was nervous to talk to you, but she thought you might come if she expressed to you what Billy had said. She knew that you sometimes wondered, out of insecurity– not out of reason, if you were good enough for Billy. She knew that you questioned if you were worth Billy Hargrove’s time. She also knew though, that Billy was completely in love with you and she just had to figure out how to make you see that for certain. She knocked on your door after she arrived home from the pool and changed into some dry clothes. “Come in– oh hey Nanc! How was your day?”

She tossed you a smile, but you could sense her nerves as she shut the door. You shut the book you were reading and pulled off your headphones. You had been listening to a mixtape in your walkman and vibing by yourself for the evening. There were way fewer family dinners during the summertime because everyone’s schedules were so different and you both were honestly thankful for that. “I had a great day. You know everything has been so stressful and all; it was nice to just go to the pool and relax. In fact, I’m taking all the kids tomorrow for a pool day. You should join us.” You went to say something, but she put her hand up. “Wait wait wait, before you say no. I wanna tell you what Billy said today when Jonathan and I were out there.”

“Alright?”

“Have you ever told him about mom?”

“About mom?” you asked.

Nancy gave you that look. “You know what I’m talking about.” She sat at the edge of your bed. She was staring at you. It felt like she was trying to stare through your soul.

“The things she says about my body? About food? About my clothes? No, I haven’t. It’s not that I won’t tell him or anything, it’s just that I’m nervous too. He’s receptive to me being insecure about things, but I think it annoys him or makes him anxious when I talk about it too much. Like he sees me a certain way and can’t see why I don’t see myself that way. I know it’s partly because I haven’t told him about mom, but I also just think he wants the change in mindset to happen quicker than I am capable of.”

“He doesn’t want to push you, Y/n, trust me. Neither do I. You don’t have to talk to him about any of that if you aren’t ready. I just–”

“Then what is this about?” Your tone was a little snappy, but Nancy ignored it. She knew it was because you were getting anxious.

“Billy is totally head over heels in love with you, Y/n, just the way you are. I didn’t understand what you saw in him when you first introduced him to the family, but I really think I understand now. He’s still an asshole, but he’s learning and he thinks the world of you. I know your brain sometimes gets in the way of you seeing that, but trust me, as your sister I want what’s best for you, and Billy Hargrove, shockingly, seems to be just that.” You furrowed your eyebrows and she continued to speak. “You remember that bathing suit we bought you last fall when they were all on sale because they were going out of season?”

“Yeah, the teal one with the side cutouts?”

“Yeah, that one! You should come with me and the party to the pool tomorrow and wear it. Before you say no, I promised Billy I would ask you to come. He came up to me today and basically begged me to get you to come to the pool with us. He’s missing you a lot since he started his job. You know everything that happened with the mall; we almost lost the Byers family, we almost lost him, and Steve and Robin! He just wishes he could spend more time with you and I’m sure now that he’s pretty much back to healed his dad is making him work. I think he’s still feeling the effects of that near-death experience, you know? He said that he wished you could enjoy the pool as we do in the summer. He also said he didn’t care if you just decided to wear normal clothes and sat on the deck with me all day. He just wants to see you.”

You felt your heart swell. You weren’t going to cry at that moment, but you could totally see yourself crying later when it was time to head to bed and Nancy was gone. Billy was brash, stern, and easily annoyed, but the fact that he shared how he was feeling with Nancy told you that this meant a lot to him. He genuinely was missing you and wanted to spend a day at the pool so he could see you more. The thought was precious to you. You were incredibly nervous about going to the pool because you knew that there was a chance that your mom was going to show up at some point (as she and the other local moms often just appeared there in the later afternoons), but you pushed that feeling down deep. You did your best to shove it inside the deepest cavity of your chest and lock it in there. “Alright, Nancy. I’ll go with you and the party tomorrow. I’m not sure I’ll wear a suit, but I’ll go to the pool.”

She smiled brightly and threw her arms around you in a tight, lopsided hug. “I’m so glad you’re gonna come with us! Wear whatever you are gonna be most comfortable in, Y/n. I’m sure Billy will just be happy to see you there.”

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You woke up the next more to your stomach being tied in a knot. You knew it was from your nerves, but shit, you didn’t expect it to be as bad as it was. You ended up staying in your room for the most part until the early afternoon so you could give yourself a chance to relax before going to the pool. Nancy didn’t bother you, and shockingly neither did your mother. Nancy only knocked on your door about 30 minutes before you were supposed to leave so she could make sure you knew it was time to get ready.

You pulled yourself from your cocoon of blankets and reached into the darkest part of your closet. You felt the bathing suit material squish in your hand and you almost grimaced. It was crumpled up for almost a year, but it looked perfectly fine when you pulled it out. It was the beautiful shade of teal that you remembered it to be. The cutouts on each side ran from under bust height down to the curve of your hips. They were broken up by bathing suit strings that crossed over the gaps. It was so cute, but you were absolutely terrified.

You took a deep breath before putting it on. It fit you perfectly. You looked in your bathroom mirror and you were honestly surprised by how much you liked the shape on your figure. It made you feel confident in the shape of your different body parts; much like Billy, it made your parts feel like they were meant to make up the whole you. You took another deep breath before deciding to pull an oversized men’s romantics shirt over your head. Billy always seemed to like it on you. It was one of the few shirts that you felt confident in. It was missing the top part of the collar ( you had cut it out a long time ago) so it showed a little more skin than the average T-shirt, but it also was loose around your hips. It looked super cute, in your opinion, with a pair of denim shorts pulled under it. You pulled your favorite pair of shorts on to finish off your bathing suit cover-up look and you checked yourself in the mirror one more time. Your hair was resting a little wildly today, but you decided not to worry about it too much; you were going to the pool after all. The shorts were just barely peaking out from under the bottom hem of the shirt and you felt pretty good about yourself. You weren’t sure if you would have the confidence to take off this overlayer, but you knew that would be okay. You were just excited to surprise visit your boyfriend and spend some time with the collective of younger teens that you inherited from Steve while he was working at Scoops Ahoy.

Nancy and the party were all excited when you came down the stairs. Dustin and Max seemed the most excited out of all of them though. Dustin had become a fan of you because of your amazing DMing skills, but as he got older, he’s just become such a sweetheart. When he started high school you were 100% going to have Billy help you look out for him. Asshats like Jason and Tommy would surely try to target him.

Max and you had a special bond. She told you once, prior to the incident at the mall, that she thought of you as an older sister. You knew her and Billy had issues; you accidentally became a mediator for the siblings pretty soon into your relationship. Things had gotten a lot more stable since Billy returned home from the hospital, between your help and the discovery of monsters, he seemed pretty keen on turning his life around. Max was grateful that you were helping him become a better person. You both knew Neil wouldn’t let him receive the therapy he needed. This was the best you could do for now.

She ran up and gave you a hug. It had been a while since you had seen her. You were both healed from your injuries at this point and you thought she looked fantastic for everything you all had been through. The whole party, even Will and El, seemed to be looking bright today. “Damn, you’re all really excited about the pool, huh?”

Some of them nodded, and some of them shrugged. “I think we’re excited to play pool games with you and Nancy like we did when we were kids.”

Dustin’s comment made you actually kind of want to get into the pool if you were honest with yourself. “Well, we can’t play games here. Everyone pick a car; Jonathan’s or mine and we’ll get going!”

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It was a struggle trying to get everyone into two cars, but you all managed to make it work for the short ride to Hawkins Pool. You were filling up with anxiety as everyone made their way toward either the locker rooms or the pool deck. It was getting close to time. “Well if it isn’t the love of my life.”

Billy approached you from the locker room exit. His expression alerted you that he was excited to see you and also surprised. His eyes trailed up and down your figure before he placed his hands on your hips and leaned in for a kiss. “So Nancy was able to convince you, huh Doll?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Well, it was actually what you told her yesterday that made me want to come. I miss you too Billy. I never thought I would say this, but fuck I miss school. I can’t wait until we are back and I’m with you for every second I can be.”

His face was plastered with a grin. He placed a deep kiss on your lips; it was so passionate it was almost bruising. His fingers were playing with the bathing suit strings of your suit through the fabric of your shirt. “Doll, I am so glad you are here. Just you being here makes this place a thousand times better. Why don’t you join Nancy, Byers, and the rugrats in the pool and I’ll get you out when I have my lunch break.”

You sighed and thought about it for a moment. You looked over Billy’s shoulder and saw your sister, her boyfriend, and all of the party playing toward the entrance to the pool. They were splashing each other and laughing. It was scary, but you would be in the water most of the time today anyway, you might as well hop in and have some fun since everyone you came with had gotten in. It was pretty blistering out just to sit on the sidelines. You eventually nodded to him and kissed his nose. He blinked in surprise, which he did every time you kissed his nose, and you giggled. You stepped out of his grasp and pulled the romantics' shirt over your head. When your eyes met Billy’s again, he’s flicking his tongue and shaking his head. “What?”

He set his hands on your hips again and pulled you even closer than he had before. “You are so so hot. You’re gorgeous, Doll. I mean it.”

You pulled back enough that you could see his face. You could see it in his expression, Nancy was right; he was completely enamored with you; stretchmarks, cellulite, rolls, and all.

You didn’t understand it. You couldn’t see past all the things your mother had picked on you for, but somehow it went right through for Billy. “When we first met, did you think the same thing?”

Billy’s face became confused. When you first met Billy, it was his first day at Hawkins High. Some of the girls in your grade were laughing at your appearance as you were walking by them in the hall. Billy heard what one of them said as he was walking in the same direction as you. You had heard them too, but you had decided to ignore them. Billy wasn’t sure why, but he was incredibly bothered by the comment. Your eyes briefly met and he could see your sadness even though you didn’t say anything. It wasn’t usually like him, at the time, to protect people he didn’t know. He kept his circle big, but everyone in his circle was at an arm’s length. “Hey!” he barked. The girls all jumped out of their skin and your head snapped to look toward him. He could feel all eyes on him. He realized, in that moment, that you were considered one of the school’s punching bags and he wanted to change that. “Leave them alone. Focus on your fuckin’ selves before you go commenting on other people’s shit.” The words were vile; they came out of his throat with the burn of venom. The girls all shrank and quickly began moving in the other direction. They were whispering about how he was a dick, but he didn’t care. He looked toward you.

Your eyes were alight with fear and wonder. He’ll never forget how you looked that day; flared blue jeans, a metallic shirt– tucked in, combat boots, and men’s flannel hung loosely around your shoulders. Your ears were pierced and you were wearing some kind of all-black necklace. He could tell you were heavier, but he thought you looked adorable nonetheless. Your weight never stopped him from thinking you were just about the cutest person he had ever seen. “Uh… thanks-”

“Billy, Billy Hargrove.”

“Thanks, Billy Hargrove.”

“No problem, Doll. I’ll walk you to class if you’d like. I don’t really give a shit if I’m late to mine.”

You smiled a bit. His heart almost melted entirely on the spot. “That would be nice.”

“Darlin’,” he said, his tone almost scolding. His hands were on your cheeks, “Never question how I feel about you. I have had my eyes on you since that day and nothing anyone says is gonna change that. When I say I think you’re gorgeous, Doll, I really do mean it with everything I’ve got.”

You folded into his chest. Your arms squeezed him tightly around his middle. His hands found their place on the back of your head and on your lower back. He gave you a tight squeeze in return. “I love you so much, Billy. You make me feel so much better about myself and if my opinion matters at all. You are the hottest man I’ve ever seen and I feel incredibly lucky to call you my boyfriend.”

It was all said in a mumble against his chest, but he heard every word. Each one vibrated his skin slightly and honestly, it was the first time he ever felt like happy crying. He pulled air through his nose harshly and smiled down at you as he backed out of the hug. “I love you too, Sweetheart. I have to get to my post before Heather comes for my ass, but we will talk about this later.”

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll see you on your lunch break.” He planted one last kiss on your lips before turning away from you.

What neither of you saw coming was what happened next. Billy only made it around the corner before he heard your mother’s stern voice. Every word made him cringe. “Y/n Wheeler! Put that shirt back on. You don’t need to just be in a bathing suit. There’s too much showing. You can swim with that shirt on; it’s old and unbecoming anyways.”

You spun around to face her, your skin was hot and you felt like you were crumbling under her gaze. Her friends were whispering to each other while she was staring at you sternly. Her hands were resting on her hips as she and all of her friends were wearing just bathing suits. Of course, they all had similar figures though. Their figures matched their fatphobic ideals. “Mom please–” Your voice came out smaller than expected. It cracked under the pressure.

“No ‘mom-ing’ me. You can’t just walk around like that. You have too much weight on your bones for that. Where did you even get that suit? It’s hideous.” she paused for a moment. You knew she wanted you to put the shirt back on so the conversation could be over with, but you were completely frozen and mortified. Some of the other patrons at the pool were starting to notice the situation.

“I–”

“Don’t argue now, I am your mother.”

That was the moment Billy snapped. He came flying back around the corner and placed his arm around your middle. He rested it on your hip and basically lodged himself into your side. He wanted you to know that he was right there and he was not going to back down from this situation. He had always been civil with your mother, even through her attempts to flirt with him. This he could not be civil about, he just knew that this is what you had been hiding. Mrs. Wheeler wanted people to like her and if she had known that Billy was in earshot, he doubted that she would have said anything at all out loud. “Suddenly, the self-loathing makes sense,” he started. He was staring down your mother. You were watching his face from beside him. You could see the pain and anger in his expression. “All the time Y/n asks for reassurance, and now I finally understand why. You say shit like that all the time, don’t you Mrs. Wheeler?”

“Billy. I didn’t see you th–”

“No, you didn’t. I was on the way back to my post when I heard you harassing my Y/n. I am not going to let you talk to other guests of the pool like that, especially your own kids. You need to take a big fucking look at yourself, Mrs. Wheeler. How could you put your child down like that? I constantly have to remind Y/n that they are worthy of love and attention, despite their looks of all things, and now I know it’s because of how you treat them. Don’t try to force your kids to look or dress a certain way; you’re not going to get your way, you’re just going to make them less confident in their appearance. I will tell them every day that they are beautiful if it means eventually they will start to believe it. Jonathan does the same sort of thing for Nancy. Fuck, I will spend the rest of my life trying to convince Y/n that they are gorgeous as I see them, but Y/n, Nancy, Jonathan, and I should not be responsible for undoing years of trauma, the trauma that is completely on you, by the way, if you couldn’t tell by the anger in my voice.”

Your mother was completely stunned and so were her friends. Billy Hargrove had put your mom in her place, something no one had ever done for you. You knew that she had to be pissed, but you really didn’t care. Billy just made you feel so loved at that moment that nothing else really mattered to you. “I… I had no idea that–”

“Bullshit,” Billy didn’t let her finish her thought. “All of you, out of my pool. Hawkins Pool is a safe place, and you aren’t allowed to be in it when you talk to your kids like that.”

You looked toward your mom. She looked like she wanted to fire back, but one of her friends placed a hand on her shoulder and told her to give it up. They all liked Billy, they were going to fight with him about being banned from the people. They knew if Karen kept trying she was going to get them banned for life. “I… I don’t– thank you, Billy.”

He kissed your temple though you could tell his attention was still focused on making sure your mother left the pool grounds. “Doll, if she ever says anything like that again, you tell me and we will share plenty more words that she won’t like.”

You smiled up at him. “You really are in love with me, aren’t you?”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed your chin. “Again, Doll, never doubt my feelings for you.”

End :)

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Summary: Y/N has a crush on Steve Harrington, but she would find out that he doesn't like her at all. Little does she know that his best friend, Eddie Munson, would be pushed toward a very disturbing and scary face of Hawkins.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader|plus-sized!reader|nerd!reader

Rating: Mature (maybe for violence and blood).

Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Erica Sinclair, Lucas Sinclair, Nancy Wheeler, Max Mayfield, (more characters as the fic goes on).

Warnings: self-esteem issues, angst (happy ending), unrequited love (at the beginning), insecurities, cursing, slow-burn, envy, season 4 spoilers, canon divergence.

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She Has No Idea (That I'm Even Here) - Chapter One

Pairings: Steve Harrington x reader, one-sided Billy Hargrove x reader, side Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Work Summary:

Steve Harrington x reader Summer Camp AU with a side order of Billy Hargrove being a dick.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4103

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I adore upsidedownwithsteve's summer camp Steve fic She Drives Me Crazy (seriously, if you haven't read it, please check it out, it's seriously so good) so I figured I'd write my own summer camp AU. This fic is in no way based on SDMC, but SDMC did make me fall in love with the idea of a summer camp setting.

Reader is somewhat implied to be plus sized. You can read it as her being plus sized or not, depending on your preference.

I'm currently aiming for this to have 4 chapters.

Warnings for Billy being a dick, bullying, risk of drowning

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Rain had put a damper on the day’s activities. You had been assisting with the scavenger hunt, but it had to be called off early. Mike Wheeler had slipped in the mud and sprained his ankle, and although he insisted that he was fine, you still had to take him to the nurse’s office. He complained the whole way there.

You had known Mike for a long time. You went to high school with his older sister, Nancy, so you were familiar with him and his ragtag group of friends, who had been coming to camp for as long as you had.

While the nurse checked Mike over, you filled in the necessary paperwork. It wasn’t your favourite part of the job, but you knew that you’d be in trouble if you didn’t, and it was a welcome breather from the physical part of being a camp counsellor.

When the nurse had dismissed Mike, giving him an ice pack and telling him to keep his ankle elevated, you escorted him to the cafeteria, where an early dinner was being served.

The place was packed. Normally, meals were staggered, but evidently, in the interests of getting the kids fed and back to their cabins before the storm really set in, rules were being bent. The queue for food stretched all the way around the inside of the building. You were starting to feel a little claustrophobic.

Across the cafeteria, you saw Hopper standing with his hands on his hips, surveying the clear fire code violation that was happening in front of him. He was grimacing.

“Mike!” Lucas Sinclair called out, getting your attention. He wildly beckoned Mike over to him.

“I haven’t got my food yet!” Mike called back.

“You go sit with your friends and put your foot up,” you said. “I’ll get your food for you.”

He gave you his food choice, and you made your way up to the front of the queue. That was one of the privileges of being a counsellor: you were allowed to cut in line. The lady serving food didn’t blink at your request for two meals, but you felt the need to explain yourself anyway.

As you turned to head back to Mike, one tray in each hand, you almost ran right into Billy Hargrove. He grinned at you in a way that made your stomach turn, the stench of his cologne invading your nostrils.

“Two meals, huh?” he said, looking down at your trays. “I guess I’m not surprised. You should save some for the rest of us.”

You opened your mouth, to defend yourself, or to tell him to fuck off, but no words came out. Your eyes stung treacherously as you walked past him to the other end of the cafeteria to give Mike his tray. He didn’t even thank you before you walked away again.

There was a table in the corner where a handful of counsellors who weren’t currently on duty were eating. Robin was there, as well as Nancy and Eddie, and with a jolt, you realised that Steve Harrington was sitting with them.

You felt a little sick, almost tempted to discard your tray and go back to your cabin, but Robin caught your eye.

“Hey!” she called out to you, waving. “Come sit with us.”

Trapped, you could only do as she said. Steve was sitting next to Nancy, which gave you another uncomfortable twist in your gut, although you knew they were no longer together. You took the free seat beside Robin and opposite Steve.

Robin was talking a mile a minute, not slowing down until she caught your eye, and realised how shiny your eyes were.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked, far too loudly.

You winced. “N-nothing.” You glanced at Steve, and found him looking at you, which made your cheeks heat up. You hated the idea of him seeing you cry.

“I saw Billy talking to you,” Robin continued. “Did he say something to you?”

“He was just being a dick.”

“Uh-huh.” She waited expectantly for you to say something else, but you were less than forthcoming.

“Is he bothering you?” Steve’s voice made you look up in surprise. “He can be a real asshole. I know I’m supposed to be a grown-up and tell you to ignore him, but I could push him off the pier for you if you want.” He smiled at you. Your stomach tingled hotly. You giggled, embarrassingly girlishly.

“No, thanks.”

“Well, offer’s on the table.”

Steve went back to talking with Robin, and you went back to picking at your food. Steve had hardly ever spoken to you before. You had been at high school together, but you moved in such different social circles that you were sure he didn’t even notice you.

After dinner, when plates were empty and trays were bussed, it was a mad dash back to your cabin in the rain. Robin was still talking to Steve, and Nancy had gone ahead, so you were alone. You almost slipped in the mud a couple of times, but you made it back relatively unscathed.

Nancy was sitting on a chair in the corner when you arrived. She looked damp and bedraggled, and was sitting rather primly to avoid getting things wet. Over the heavy pounding of the rain, you could hear the shower going.

“Chrissy called dibs on the first shower,” she said. “I’m next though, so don’t even try it.” She smiled at you, and you knew she was just kidding around.

“That’s fine. I’m gonna wait to shower until just before bed.” You enjoyed the peace of a late-night shower. You hated feeling rushed.

You grabbed some clean, comfy clothes and went behind the privacy screen at the side of the room. As you stripped off your wet clothes, you heard the door slam open again, and the telltale sounds of Robin stumbling into the cabin.

“What happened to you?” asked Nancy, barely stifling a laugh.

“I slipped,” came Robin’s reply.

“I can see that. Chrissy’s in the shower but you can take the next one. You clearly need it.”

“You’re the best.”

You pulled on your hoody over your head. Nancy was condemning herself to, at best, a lukewarm shower, and that was if Robin was quick about it. The hot water in the cabins was very limited. You were pretty sure that the water would be hot again by bedtime, thankfully, but Nancy looked like a drowned rat and clearly had no intentions of doing anything until she had showered.

“Where’s Y/N?” asked Robin.

“Changing.”

“Oh.”

Your stomach twisted, feeling as though you’d been caught eavesdropping. You neatened up your clothes and stepped out from behind the screen.

“Holy shit,” you said when you caught sight of Robin. She was covered in mud from her feet to her chest, and from her hands all the way up to her elbows. “What the fuck?” Nancy giggled, and Robin flipped you off.

Chrissy, far more tactful than either you or Nancy, said nothing when she came out of the bathroom in her pale pink dressing gown, but you watched her eyes widen as she looked at Robin.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. If you guys aren’t careful, I may just take a little lie down on your beds before I shower.”

Normally, you probably would’ve thrown a pillow at her, but you didn’t want to get it muddy. As Robin disappeared into the bathroom, you sat down on another chair. The cabin came with a little dining table, although you weren’t really supposed to eat in your cabins. Nancy had set her book down on her nightstand, reading it carefully to avoid getting it wet.

You were thankful for Robin. Nancy and Chrissy were both nice enough, but they both intimidated you in their own way. Chrissy was cheerleader beautiful, with her big eyes and pretty smile, blonde hair and long legs. She turned everyone’s heads. Before you got to know her, you were sure she would be just like the other bitchy cheerleaders at school who made fun of you. You were relieved to discover that that wasn’t true.

Nancy, on the other hand, had a ferocity and competitive spirit that was frankly terrifying. She may have been tiny, but you were sure that she could’ve taken you in a fight. She was beautiful too, in a way that made your heart twinge. Petite, with delicate features, she had stolen Steve Harrington’s heart. You knew that he would never look twice at a girl like you.

Robin, though, was something else entirely. She was gorgeous too, of course, but clumsy and awkward. She put you at ease with yourself the way no one else did. With her help, talking to Nancy and Chrissy had gotten easier too.

Chrissy sat down by the mirror and began brushing her hair. Her eyes met yours in the mirror.

“I hear Billy was giving you a hard time earlier,” she said. “Want me to kick his ass?”

The idea of sweet, sensitive Chrissy Cunningham kicking anyone’s ass drew a giggle from you. You shook your head.

“It’s okay. Nothing I haven’t heard before.”

Nancy closed her book. “Guys are assholes. I’m sorry that guys treat you that way.”

You shrugged, but your cheeks were burning. She meant well, but you heard the meaning under her words. You were the kind of girl that boys didn’t like. You were the kind of girl they picked on.

“It’s whatever,” you said, trying to change the subject. “Speaking of guys, how is it going with Jason, Chris?”

Chrissy’s smile faltered. She tried to mask it by looking down at her hairbrush, pulling small clumps of hair from it, but you had noticed.

“Oh, you know. It’s fine.”

Nancy turned to face Chrissy. “Doesn’t sound fine.”

“Well, you know, all relationships have their ups and downs.” She shrugged. “What about you, Nance? Anything going on in your love life?”

Nancy looked taken aback to have the line of questioning turned around on her. “Nothing, actually. I’m happily single.”

“You broke up with Jonathan like six months ago. You’re not looking for a relationship again?”

“Nope.” She popped the ‘p’.

“What about Steve?” you asked, and then internally cringed as she turned to look at you.

“What about Steve?”

“Well, you guys used to date.”

Nancy regarded you with a shrewd expression. “Me and Steve are just friends now. You know…” Her tone was faux-casual. “I wouldn’t have a problem with it at all if Steve was to date someone else. I want him to be happy. He deserves it.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest. She knew. You tried to formulate a response, tripping over your words, but were thankfully saved by Robin emerging from the bathroom. She was wearing plaid pyjamas, and her hair was wrapped in a towel.

“What are you guys talking about?” she asked, sprawling out on her bed.

“Boys,” said Chrissy. Robin’s lips twitched slightly.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “I don’t have much to contribute to that conversation, honestly. Nothing going on in my love life.”

As Nancy disappeared into the bathroom, Robin picked up a magazine and began flipping through it. It was clear that the conversation was over.

The rain had barely eased up by the next morning. You and the other girls sprinted from your cabin to the staff room, holding your coats over your heads. Robin very nearly took another spill, but Nancy caught her by the elbow before she could go over.

A few people were already waiting inside, including Jason Carver, Chrissy’s boyfriend. She tried to sit down in the seat next to him, but he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her into his lap.

“Jason,” she squeaked, flushing bright red. “Stop.” She tried to wiggle away from him, but he held her tighter.

“Carver!” Hopper barked suddenly, making you jump. Reluctantly, Jason released Chrissy and she slid down into the seat next to him. Her cheeks were bright red, and she kept her eyes fixed on the ground.

“What an asshole,” Steve muttered over your shoulder. You turned, not realising that he’d come in.

“Hey Steve,” you said, sounding uncomfortably breathless. You hoped he didn’t notice.

“Hey.” He smiled at you, a sort of lopsided smile that made your heart pound. “Shall we grab a seat?”

You glanced around. Nancy and Robin were sitting themselves down at two seats near the front. You were sure that was Nancy’s influence. Robin hated being at the front.

Eddie was sitting at the back, in the seat closest to the wall. Steve sat down next to him, but there was an open seat on Steve’s other side. You considered sitting somewhere else, but what if he took that as an insult? He clearly seemed to be expecting you to sit next to him. Heart in your throat, you sat down.

Robin glanced over her shoulder at you, and smiled. She gave you a subtle thumbs up.

Hopper cleared his throat loudly, and the room quietened. “As I’m sure you guys have guessed, outdoor activities are cancelled for today. We’re going to have to shuffle the schedules-”

The door to the office slammed open, and Billy Hargrove walked in. He was dripping wet, trailing puddles behind him as he did so.

“You’re late, Hargrove,” said Hopper, sounding more tired than angry.

“Sorry, boss.” Billy grabbed a chair, dragging it across the floor with a scraping sound. He set it down in front of you, Eddie and Steve, and sat on it sideways. Out of the corner of your eye, you could feel him look at you, Cheshire cat grin on his face. You felt a little sick.

“As I was saying. We’re going to have to shuffle the schedules around. Bring up some of the indoor activities.”

As Hopper spoke, dividing up the indoor activities available, Billy caught your eye.

“Bet you’re glad it’s raining,” he murmured, just about loud enough for you to hear. “You hate all that running around outside, right?”

You tensed. He was making fun of you. As much as you tried, his thinly veiled insults were puncturing your skin. You opened your mouth to say something, but Steve beat you to it.

“Shut the hell up, Hargrove,” he growled.

Billy’s eyes lit up. “I didn’t know you cared, Harrington. Have you got a crush?”

“HARGROVE!” Hopper was suddenly much closer than you expected. When you looked up, he was standing directly behind Billy. “Is there a problem?”

Slowly, Billy turned to face him. “No problem. No problem at all.”

Hop grimaced as he turned to you. “Y/N, you’re going to be running art classes today. Harrington, I’ve got a few options-”

“I can help with the art classes,” said Steve. He glanced at you. “If you want, I mean.”

“That’d be great,” you said, trying to remember how to breathe normally.

“Alright, you’ll be taking the first group after breakfast, so you better go get ready.”

You had known Steve Harrington since elementary school. In fact, you’d known most of your fellow camp counsellors since then. The first time you spoke to him had been during a soccer game.

Steve had been the captain of his team. You were not athletic, you were usually picked last. But as the numbers dwindled and the other kids began to snicker at you, Steve called your name. That had shut them up.

You’d been harbouring a little bit of a crush on him ever since.

Okay.

Maybe more than a little bit.

Your feelings had changed during high school, when he was no longer a sweet little boy, but almost a man, with long legs and broad shoulders and perfectly styled hair. He hung around with the popular kids and was even more unattainable than he’d ever been.

So you pushed your stupid little crush down. You kept your head down and focused on finishing high school.

But according to Robin, he’d changed a lot since high school. You knew they worked together at a video store. He had matured and grown into himself, no longer feeling the need to step on others to make himself feel good.

It was hard to watch him help a little girl put glitter on her artwork without feeling a surge of longing. He was so gentle, his big hands steadying her tiny ones, and when she squealed with delight at the way her work shimmered, he high-fived her.

“You’re staring.”

You spun around to see Erica Sinclair. She was smirking at you.

“I- What- No-”

“Relax,” she said, going back to her drawing. “I’m not gonna tell him.”

Your cheeks heated up. “There’s nothing to tell.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure.”

You were very glad when lunchtime finally rolled around.

The day had been a trial for you. You had a different group of kids after lunch, but Steve was still there with you, helping the little ones finger paint and cracking jokes with the older ones.

Robin was right. He was different now. You hadn’t been in close proximity to him since high school, but the change was obvious.

You had to admit you were a bit of a pushover when it came to the kids. If they didn’t tidy up all the way, you usually were happy to let them off, but not Steve. He barred the door as Dustin, Lucas and Mike tried to walk off without washing their paintbrushes. The bond he had with Dustin was kind of adorable. They snarked at each other constantly.

When the kids were gone, and it was just you and Steve left, cleaning up the last of the equipment, you felt like you had to say something, or else you’d be stuck in an awkward silence forever.

You cleared your throat. “You’re really good with the kids,” you said. “You have such a way with them.”

Steve chuckled, his head tipping forward so that he was looking at the ground.

“I have a lot of experience with babysitting, I guess,” he said.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I always seem to be chaperoning somebody or other to the arcade, or the mall, or the movie theatre.”

“Well, you’ve got more patience than me.”

He met your eyes then. “No way. I see the way you handle those kids. You’re a pro.”

Warmth flooded you. For a moment, you couldn’t find the words.

You swallowed. “If you say so.”

“We done with the cleaning?”

“I still need to sweep.” You picked up the broom from where it had been leaning against the wall, and when you turned back, Steve was a foot away from you, reaching for it as well. Startled, you dropped it, but he caught it easily before it could hit the ground.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to spook you,” he said. You let out a breathy, anxious laugh. “How about we make a deal? I’ll do the sweeping, and you can go ahead and save me a seat in the cafeteria.”

Your mouth fell open. It was a tempting offer. Your feet were hurting, and you hated sweeping.

“Come on,” he said, nudging your shoulder lightly. “You did all the hard work today. All I did was fingerpainting.”

You knew that that wasn’t true, but you couldn’t help but be charmed.

“They’re serving the good pasta in the cafeteria tonight,” you said. “The creamy kind. So you better hurry.”

“Aye-aye, captain.” He gave you a mock-salute as you walked out of the art classroom.

The rain had mostly stopped by now, and you were thankful for that. There was a light drizzle, but it was more refreshing than anything.

The path back to the cafeteria was hazardously muddy, so you walked carefully, watching every step.

“You’re such a fucking asshole!” came a shrieking voice, making you jump out of your skin. It was coming from down by the river, just beyond the little clump of trees.

“You little brat,” came a growl, and you recognised the voice of Billy Hargrove. “How come you never show me any fucking respect, Maxine?”

So Billy was arguing with his younger stepsister, Max. That was par for the course. You should keep walking. It was none of your business.

“Because you don’t deserve my respect, shit-for-brains.”

“Get away from those rocks, idiot. You’re gonna get yourself hurt, and you know who will be blamed for it.”

“I don’t care, Billy. Get lost.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you come back here.”

They bickered back and forth at each other. You dithered. You should go to the cafeteria. It was stupid, but you’d promised to save Steve a seat. Chances were that Robin would’ve already done so, but still.

But you didn’t trust Billy. You wanted to make sure Max was okay, because Billy sure as shit didn’t know how to handle her. You had just resolved to go and investigate what was going on when you heard a splash.

“MAX!” Billy’s voice was panicked.

Fuck. That sounded bad.

You sprinted into the trees, throwing caution to the wind. As you ran, trying not to slip or trip and break your ankle, you heard another splash.

You skidded onto the riverbank and almost tripped over Billy’s leather jacket, which was lying haphazardly on the ground. The river was rushing much faster than usual, spurred on by the rain, and there, clinging to a tree branch, were Max and Billy.

“Holy shit,” you said, but you were already taking off your jacket and kicking off your shoes.

They both turned their heads towards you, but Max was hardly keeping her head above water. Billy was holding on the branch with one arm and her with the other.

For a moment, you wondered about running to get help, but then the branch they were holding onto creaked, and you knew there was no time.

You waded into the water. It was bitingly cold, but you barely felt it. The rocks were rough on your feet, as you struggled over to them.

There was a slight bank, where the water was moving slower. The water was about waist deep there, but you were still a good ten feet from Max and Billy.

You met Billy’s eyes. He was watching you, wide-eyed. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him express an emotion that wasn’t anger or cockiness before. He was clearly petrified.

You waded deeper, until the water was up to your armpits. You were closer to them now. You reached out for them, and Billy pushed Max in your direction.

With Billy’s help, you managed to catch hold of her hands, dragging her into your arms.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” you said, trying to soothe her. She was breathing shallowly. “Let’s get back to the shore.”

Wading out was harder than wading in. You managed to get Max’s feet on the ground again, pulling her back into the shallows. As soon as you were sure she wasn’t about to get swept away, you let go of her.

“Are you hurt?” you asked her, and she shook her head. “I need you to run and get Hopper, okay?” She nodded, stumbling out of the water.

You turned back to Billy. He was still clinging to the branch for dear life. You saw that he had managed to drag himself further up the branch, closer to the shallows, but the branch itself still looked very precarious.

His eyes were on you. Watching. Waiting to see what you would do. You wondered if he thought you were going to leave him there. He might think you’d do that, but you never would. He might’ve been an asshole who made fun of you all the time, but you weren’t going to let him drown.

You waded back in, dragging yourself over to the near-end of branch he was clinging to. He was close now, maybe five feet away.

You set your feet apart and held your hand out to him. For a moment, he looked at you, uncertain.

Then he put his hand out. You grasped at it, just out of reach. You were deeper now than you’d wanted to be, but you had his hand now. It was big and cold, covering yours entirely.

“Y/N? Y/N?” From somewhere behind you, you heard Steve calling you. Maybe Max had run into him on her way to find Hopper. You couldn’t risk turning to look at him.

“It’s okay,” you said to Billy. “I’ve got you.”

Then the branch snapped, and the current dragged you both into the deeper water.

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you

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vneuns · 2 years

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anything with mike!! i say your fic about with him in the dressing room and i died 🥴

luv ur writing!! ❣️

[ Mike Wheeler x afab!reader ] hehe i’m so glad you liked it my love💗

16 + content ahead

warnings // aftercare , praising , slapping

Leaning forward Mike connected his lips with yours as he began to pull out, muffling the whimpers and the whines that left your lips from the loss of heat.

Pulling away from your lips his eyes immediately went down to where a mix of both his and your cum was proceeding to leak out of you.

Without any warning a moan left your lips when his hand connected with your clit. Instantly your legs closed at the sharp but pleasurable pain from your boyfriend.

“Did such a good job baby,” The lanky boy in front of you mumbled as his hand went to both your ankles switching between placing kisses along the inside of your calves. “So good for me.” He whispered leaning upwards as he placed multiple kisses along your jaw, neck, and then nibbling on your ear lobe slightly.

“Be right back.” he mumbled as he pulled on a pair of boxers before leaving the room.

A few minutes passed as Mike walked back in the room with a bottle of water and a packet of animal crackers. Mike took a seat behind you as he pulled your naked body against his own, shaking you slightly when he realized you started drifting off to sleep.

“Have to drink babe..” He whispered as he put the drink to your lips, titling your head back just a bit to drink the water. After taking a few sips from the bottle your head turned seemingly pushing it away before he opened the animal crackers and began feeding you the back.”

“You okay?” Mike questioned, his lips pressing small kissed all along the side of your face causing you to giggle lightly. “I’m okay,” You smiled up at him turning your head to the side pressing your lips against his.

“Love you so much,” He whispered in between kisses.

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eddiemunson-fanfic · 2 years

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I'd choose you

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Plus Size!FM!Reader

Summary: You’ve always had an eye for Eddie, since the day you first met him in 3rd grade. He was the one who took you in when you were new in town, and he made you feel safe. You were best friends, but he never looked at you the same way that you did him. You adored him, but you knew it could never be you.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

“Are you serious?” you could hear Mike say to Eddie across the table. You were focusing on your book, not caring about whatever the guys were talking or arguing about. You normally didn’t care much about what they were rambling on about at all, but the tone in Eddie’s voice when he spoke back made goosebumps appear down your spine. He was really pissed, and it was not a pleasant sound at all hearing him this angry. He was usually very soft, so you didn’t understand why he was acting that way at all.

“Don’t talk shit, Wheeler” he barked at the boy, and this made you peek up over your book, looking at Eddie who was almost red as a tomato, and you could see he was clearly pissed off at whatever Mike was arguing with him about.

You put your book down, and touched his hand, who was laying on the table. This got his attention, and he looked over at you. “What?” he almost barked at you, making you flinch.

He looked at you, and exhaled a hard breath before he smiled at you. "I’m sorry, what is it princess?" he smiled at you, and you shook your head at him. "Relax, no need to get so harsh on them" you whispered so only he could hear. He cleared his throat and smiled. Sitting up right to face the boy again. “Sorry” he mouthed towards you before he spoke to Mike again.

"I'm sorry Wheeler, but please don't say that again" he warned the boy. You wondered what had happened between them, but you didn't get time to ask before the bell rang, and it was time to go to your next class. You pushed yourself off the table, and started walking towards the trash, trying not to bump into someone while trying to toss your leftovers.

You were in your own head when Eddie followed you, startling you when you got out of the cafeteria. "Shit Munson, stop that!" you jumped, feeling his hands holding onto your shoulders. He chuckled out a sorry, and you started walking again.

"You finished the homework for Ms. O'Donnell's class?" he asked, and you snorted a bit. So typical of him that he forgot, again.. You looked at him, walking beside him, holding onto your book. "You had one damn job Munson" you said, looking at his face, who was turned up in a huge grin. "what can I say, I got more important work to do" he shrugged, and you laughed.

"Yeah, like what? Wanking to your porn magazin..." is all you could get out before his hand was covering your mouth, pushing you into the nearest locker. His eyes glared at you, and he pointed his finger at you. "Don't talk about that! It was one time!" he sneered at you, and you laughed. Licking his hand, making him pull his hand away from you in disgust.

"Ew, Y/N, why you always gotta do that" he said, his voice laced with disgust, wiping his hand on his shirt, making you laugh more. You shrugged your shoulders at him. "That's what you get lover boy" you laughed, starting to walk again. When suddenly you bumped into someone's chest and almost fell to the ground, but their arms draped around your body, catching you.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry" you hurried to say, looking up into those beautiful hazel eyes. Your breath hitching in your throat, and you barely forgot how to breathe. He was stunning, and you understood why the girls at school were crazy for this guy. You’ve seen him sometimes picking up Mike and Dustin from hellfire sometimes, and you’ve seen him around town a few times, but never this close. He smelled amazing too.

"No worries, I should've watched where I was going" he smiled down at you, and you swore you melted into a puddle in his embrace. Holy fucking shit. You held his stare for quite some time until someone coughed behind you.

"Steve" you heard Eddie say, and Steve looked behind you, nodding slightly. "Eddie" he nodded, letting you go. You felt empty when he let go of you, but you tried to act like nothing happened.

Eddie reached over and dragged you towards him, glaring at Steve. Why was he so damn angry today? You wondered what had happened, and you wanted nothing but to ask him that, before his nails dug into your skin, making you wince from pain.

"What are you even doing here?" Eddie almost growled at him, holding onto your arm a bit too tight. Tears were starting to brim your eyes, and you tried to get out of Eddie’s embrace before he left a mark. Steve looked down at you, and saw that you were uncomfortable.

“Hey, I think you're hurting her" he told him, nodding down at you. It made Eddie release his grip a bit, and looked down at you. "I was just handing Henderson something he forgot in my car" he shrugged, trying to walk past you. Eddie just glared at him, before you tried to walk away from him.

He ran after you, gripping the arm he was hurting just a few seconds ago. “Hey, watch it man!” you almost screamed at him, flinching away from his grip. He got surprised and backed away from you. “I’m so sorry princess, I don’t know what got over me” he said, grabbing his neck in a nervous manner.

“Why are you so damn mad today?” you barked at him, and he looked even more surprised. “I’m sorry, I just haven’t been feeling well lately I guess” he shrugged, smiling apologetically towards you. You huffed, your eyebrows almost knitting together.

“You don’t need to have any attitude towards me, man” you said, looking at him. He looked so out of place, and not the Eddie you knew.

“If there’s something wrong, please talk to me” you said, grabbing his hand, making him look at you. He nodded, and smiled awkwardly towards you.

“We better get going, or else we’re gonna be late for class” he tried brushing off the episode that just happened. You huffed, and just shrugged your shoulders.

“Sure” you said, walking away from him. You looked back and saw that he was standing still in the hallway, not moving a single muscle. You stopped and turned towards him.

"Come on, or we really gonna be late" you said, motioning for him to follow you inside class. He seemed like he came back to wherever he suddenly disappeared to inside his head, and nodded towards you, running to you so you walked into class together.

"Ah, there are the freaks" you heard that son of a bitch Jason Carver bark at you when you walked in. "Shut up Carver" you barked back. You just shook your head, grabbed Eddie's hand and dragged him with you to the back of the classroom, taking a seat just as Ms. O'Donnell walked in.

~~~~~~~~~

After class you were standing by your locker, picking out the books for the next couple of classes before school ended for the day, when you heard the familiar sound of Chrissy Cunningham's laugh. You cringed at the sound of it.

Sure, she was probably sweet and caring and all that, but something in you didn’t really cling to the feeling that you and her would get it off at all. You would probably never be friends, other than some occasional hey’s here and there.

She was the golden child of Hawkins High, and on top of it all a cheerleader. You and the cheerleaders were always in some sort of fights just because you were different. Instead of wanting to go in pesky tiny skirts and tank tops, you wanted flannel shirts, oversized band t-shirts and ripped skinny jeans. That was what you felt comfortable in, and hated the attention the cheerleaders used to get just because they showed more skin. You cringed some more just by the thought of having hands touching you whenever you did something. Ugh, gross.

“Stop it, Eds!” you heard Chrissy laugh.

Wait a damn minute. Did she just say Eds? Like in your Eddie, Eds? Ah, hell no! you turned to wherever she was standing, and saw that Eddie was hovering over her, touching her hair, spinning it around his finger, while he licked his lips, and she looked up at him with admiration. Your heart sunk right down in the pit of your stomach.

You knew this day would come. He had been talking about Chrissy since the first day he saw her walking into the school a year back. He had fallen head over heels with her straight away, just by one little smile she gave him, when he helped her find her locker and show her where her class was. Fuck.

“They really getting comfortable over there” you jumped when someone stood beside you, speaking about Eddie and Chrissy all of a sudden.

“Shit Buckley!” you jumped, looking over at her. “Don’t fucking scare me like that” you barked at her, holding onto your chest like you just had a heartattack. She just laughed at you and shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m sorry, you just looked quite lost here” she said, giving you an awkward smile. She stood there in her band uniform. “Don’t you have practice to go to or anything like that?” you asked her, bumping her shoulder with yours, laughing at her.

You’ve missed talking to her. She was a good second to Eddie, and she welcomed you with open arms when you came here. She never judged you for anything, and she was probably the only person you ever told about your little crush on Eddie.

“Yeah, I guess, see you at Family Video later?” she asked, starting to walk away from you, and you gave her a thumbs up. You always went to Family Video on friday nights, getting the top pick when it came to new movies and in general. You knew she used to work with Steve there, but you were always there a bit earlier, and never ran into him. She nodded and continued walking down the hall.

She passed Eddie and Chrissy who were a tad bit too close to each other for your liking, and she spoke to them about something you didn’t hear, when suddenly Eddie turned to look at you.

Suddenly Chrissy pulled his cheek to her, making him look at her before she pecked his lips, before she walked away. No fucking way. Your entire world froze. This was not fucking real. He knew what you felt about her. He knew that you didn’t like that she was so preppy all the time.

Now you understood why he was protective over her. Why he was always supportive of her whenever you talked about her. Shit. “How long had that been going on?” you asked yourself. You couldn’t believe your own eyes. You felt tears pricking your eyes, and you dropped everything and just ran towards the bathroom.

Shit, shit, shit. This was not fucking good. Not at all. This was why he had become so distant towards you lately. You’d been seeing less, and less of him, and you finally understood why. He had betrayed you, and he didn’t even bother to tell you what had been going down.

You locked yourself into a bathroom stall, sitting down on the floor, not caring how nasty it was. You just started to sob uncontrollably. You didn’t know what you would do. You felt like you lost a piece of yourself. You now understood why he never looked at you like you wished he would. You were absolutely not his type. Of course you fucking weren’t. You were like the girl version of him. Why the hell would you even think he’d be interested in you like that at all? you certainly wouldn’t if you were him. How stupid could you possibly be.

You don’t know how long you sat there on the floor crying, but when you got out, the school felt really silent. Like you’ve been left there all by yourself for hours. It felt cold, and you felt lost.

You went to check your makeup in the mirror, seeing how bad you were after crying. You wiped away some leftover mascara on your cheek, and decided to go outside. Maybe you were just crazy.

“Fuck” you said to yourself when you saw the dark hallway. You really had been sitting there the rest of the day. Damn.

You walked out to the parking lot, walking up to your car, trying to fish out your car keys when someone startled you. “There you are!” someone shouted from across the parking lot. You turned around and looked at the silhouette in the dark. He came closer to you, and embraced you in a hug. You just stiffened completely, not returning the hug, making him pull away from you.

He looked down at you, and his smile disappeared instantly.

“Have you been crying?” he asked, confusion clear on his face. You pushed him away, walking towards your driver's side again. “Fuck you” you barked at him, and opened the door, turning the ignition, making your car roar to life.

He opened the passenger side, and climbed in, closing the door.

“Talk to me”

Oh, this was the last drop, you’d talk to him alright.

“When the fuck were you gonna tell me you guys were a thing?! When were you gonna tell me that you had been dating behind my back?! When were you gonna tell me that you’d lead me in the dark all this goddamn time, Munson!?” you barked at him, rambling. “I feel so goddamn used right now, you got no fucking idea!” you screamed at him, punching your steering wheel, not letting him talk. “I thought I was your goddamn best friend, but I’m not good enough to..” he stopped you, sloping his hand around your mouth. Silencing you the best he could. You felt yourself starting to cry again, and you couldn’t control it. You were full on sobbing right now.

“Listen to me” he spoke softly, wiping away a tear that was on its way down your cheek.

“You know what, Munson?” you spoke again, making him look at you. “Get out of my fucking car” you barked. He just looked at you. “GET OUT!” you screamed, and he got startled, but climbed out of your car. “I’m sorr..” was all he could say before you started driving, speeding off out of the parking lot. Not even caring that your passenger side door was still open.

You did a sharp turn, making it close itself, and speeded off again.

You had no idea where you were going, and the entire drive was a complete blur. You found yourself suddenly outside of Family Video, and you only sat there, hugging your steering wheel while you cried your heart out.

“HOW FUCKING COULD HE!” you screamed, slamming your hand on the dash. You felt so betrayed. You thought he told you everything. You thought you guys were best friends. Weren’t best friends supposed to tell eachother everything? You felt so deceived, you could barely breathe. How could he do this to you.

You heard your passenger side door open, but you didn’t care. You just hugged your steering wheel tighter, crying even harder.

You felt a hand stroking your back softly, trying to calm you down. The warmth was making you relax a bit, but you still sobbed.

“I don’t know what to do” you sobbed, punching your dash a bit more out of anger. “I will never be good enough” you cried even more, and the person beside you pulled you into their embrace, cooing you.

You remember the smell. You remembered how his chest felt like. It was softer now that you didn’t bump into him like you did just a few hours ago.

“It’s ok, you are good enough no matter what happened” he cooed, stroking your head. “Just try to breathe, ok?” he said, trying to make you focus on your breathing. Why was he so damn sweet, you barely knew the guy.

His sweetness made you cry even more, and you sobbed into his chest.

“Hey, hey, hey” he said, pulling you a tiny bit away from his chest, and you felt lost all over again when he had you at arm's length. All you wanted was to bury your face in his chest and stay there until the pain you felt disappeared.

He tilted your head up, so you were looking straight into his eyes.

“You are good enough” he said, searching your eyes. For what? you had no idea. But the way he was looking at you, made you melt even more.

You felt sorry for him, that he had to witness you like this. You sniffled a bit, and he pulled you into his embrace again. Someone knocked on your window, and he rolled it down. “Is she ok?” you heard Robin ask. “She’s a mess, but it’s all good, I’ll bring her in when she’s ready” you heard Steve answer, hugging you tighter to him before he rolled up the window again. Guess Robin went inside again.

You just sat there, sobbing into his chest, clutching his shirt in your hands, feeling like you needed to hold onto something. He kissed the top of your head, and continued to coo you, trying his best to calm you down.

When you calmed down enough to the point where you had control of your breathing again, he spoke up again. “You wanna come inside?” he said and you just nodded into his arms. “Can you walk on your own?” he asked. “I think so” you sniffled. He pulled himself from you, climbing out of the car, handing you his hand so you had something to grab on your way out. You smiled a bit.

“Ah, there’s the beautiful smile!” he chuckled, making you smile a bit more. “Doofus” you slightly laughed, punching his chest lightly. He just chuckled and shook his head at you.

“Look at me” he said, making you turn so you were looking at him again. He pulled you closer, reaching up to wipe away the tears on your cheek. He cupped your cheeks, and smiled.

“You are worthy” he said, making you smile. Grabbing your hand and leading you inside. “If only I was worthy of him..” you whispered, your head hanging as you walked into Family Video.

You had barely any chance to breathe as Robin charged herself mostly at you, embracing you in a tight hug.

“What happened?” she asked, pulling you from her, holding you at arm's length. You shook your head, not knowing what to tell her.

“Is it Eddie?” she asked, and you nodded, not wanting to talk bad about the guy you loved higher than anything. She huffed, and pulled you behind the counter.

“Please tell me everything” she said, after handing you a bottle of water and some candy they had behind the counter. You drank from the bottle, and huffed when you knew you had to tell her atleast something.

“I thought we were best friends, you know?” you told her, and she nodded her head, knowing probably exactly what you meant. “You know Chrissy, right?” you said, and she nodded again. “Chrissy Cunningham?” Steve suddenly said, eavesdropping in on your conversation. You looked at him and just nodded. “Never really liked her” he tskd, before giving the person that walked into the shop his attention.

“What can I help you with today, sir?” Steve spoke, and you looked at Robin again. She just shrugged her shoulders, and you continued to tell Robin exactly what went down before you drove off the parking lot.

“I just wish he would choose me, ya’ know?” you said, and Robin hugged you again. “I know girl, I know” she cooed, still hugging you.

Steve stood beside you, putting his hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, Y/N” he said, squeezing lightly. “He was stupid for not seeing the real deal right in front of his eyes” he said, and Robin walked off to help a costumer.

You looked at Steve, and he smiled at you. He sat down on the counter beside you, and took your hand in his.

“Ya’ know” he spoke, coughing to clear his throat before he spoke again. “I’d choose you” he said. You could almost swear that if your eyes weren’t attached, they’d definitely pop out of their sockets. He really said that?

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