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m3talmunson · 1 year

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Steve didn't expect anyone to remember. It's not like his parents ever remembered to leave a message. It's not like Nancy remembered (although, a couple months later she called him bullshit, and well, that takes the cake). He never bothered to tell the kids, and he didn't blame Robin for not remembering when the day they told eachother they were still coming off of those Russian drugs. He remembered hers though. He remembered that her birthday was March 10th. He threw her a surprise party, invited her band nerds, invited Eddie, fresh out of the hospital, invited Dustin and Erica, their whole trauma bonded troop.

And somehow in the mix, a month later when it was his turn, nobody remembered his.

That was, at least, what he believed. But one person remembered.

A week prior, Dustin had got his grubby little hands on the information of Steve's birthday. He needed to know and wasn't willing to ask Steve, not willing to expose that he didn't know the older man's birthday. So he asked around.

After going down the list, through most of the other kids, through Robin, and even Eddie, he ended up slinked over at the Byers-Hopper residence, quizzing El on how far her powers go, if she could maybe find a way to figure out his birthday. El explained that she probably can't do that, but she was willing to try for Dustin's sake. She rushed into the living room, Dustin in tow, finding the nearest radio and trying to rush out with it before getting stopped by Hopper and Joyce, who were on the couch watching the TV, which those two gremlins so unceremoniously cut in front of it twice already.

"Woah woah woah! Slow down there, what's going on?" Hop asked. He knows when El frantically needs access to a radio, that something's going on.

"It's Steve." She says, not offering any context. That immediately gets Joyce into defensive mode. Nobody messes with her boys. Or any of her kids, for that matter.

"What's wrong with Steve?" She asks, jolting up out of her comfortable position.

"Woah hold on, he's ok!" Dustin explains. At that, Joyce let's out a relieved sigh and lays back into Hoppers arm that was just wrapped around her.

"Yes! He is ok, we just need to see him." El finally explained.

"Yeah! About early June a year ago I said something about his age and I was wrong, which means his birthday is some time soon and I don't know it! And El said she might know a way to find out!"

"Oh you don't need to go through all that! Steve's birthday is next Thursday. I was gonna make him a cake and bring it to his house, like I did last year! Why didn't you just ask around?"

All three of the others in the room were confused by her response, even Hop, who had never even thought of the idea of doing something for the Harrington boy's birthday, even though he's the closest thing to a father figure the boy has got.

"Next week??" Hopper asked, suddenly feeling bad for not knowing that about the boy, or that Joyce has been the only one caring for him the year prior on his birthday.

"No I did ask around! You just happen to be the only person in Hawkins to know it!" Dustin said, cutting off any answer that might have come to Hopper's question.

"Not even Nancy or Robin or Eddie?"

"Nope. You're the only one." El said. El didn't really have a birthday, so they threw her a 'Found You!' party every year. It gave Will something better to focus on that day every year, so it made everyone pretty happy. She knew how much birthdays meant now.

"Well that just can't be. We'll have to throw him a party. Everyone needs a good send off into year 20." Hopper said, standing up and getting Joyce and El and Dustin to the dining room table, pulling Will away from his painting too, to plan how they were doing this.

One game plan, a thoroughly scribbled-on napkin, and a couple of phone calls later, Robin and Eddie were in on it, finding a way to get Steve from work to the Byers-Hopper house on a random Thursday. Robin wouldn't be working that day, so Steve wouldn't need to drive her to work. Eddie was fresh out of high school, (it really was his year!) so he did actually have a job, but he was pretty used to spending his lunches at Family Video.

They decided that Eddie would offer to hang out after work, shoot the shit or whatever, and pick Steve up from his house after work, bringing him to the house where the kids and everyone would be waiting.

This year, Steve was going to feel valued, no matter what.

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Steve woke up, dreaded his shift ahead, and got ready as per usual that day. It didn't really matter that it was his birthday, there was no red dot on the receiver saying anyone else knew it was his birthday and might have called, so he pretended it was just a normal day, exactly like the rest of the world was doing.

The real crime is that his birthday fell on a Thursday. Thursdays, even over summer, are the slowest days for Family Video, so they don't even bother scheduling two people for the day. So he couldn't even hope Robin had maybe remembered his birthday, because he wouldn't see her all day. He would at least see Eddie, who he thought didn't know his birthday, so he couldn't feel bad for not telling Eddie, and Eddie couldn't feel bad for forgetting.

He had grown to love Eddie's lunch visits, sitting behind the counter talking to someone who understood him, who he could lower his mask around. Not all the way though. There are some parts of Steve that are for Robin's eyes only. Like the fact that he has feelings for Eddie. Feelings that he intended to keep hidden away. Where they were safe. Where he was safe.

Nonetheless, he lit up when that bell above the door chimed at 12:35, accommodating the quick ride from the record store Eddie worked at.

And, so what if Eddie didn't know it was his birthday, Eddie still asked to hang out after work, said "I found a spot you'll want to see," in that voice of his that eludes mischief, and Steve was in. He was going to go home, put on a nicer shirt and the watch he forgot on the bathroom counter that morning, and he was going to hang out with Eddie for his birthday.

He kept that dinky little smirk on his face for the rest of the day, and clocked out the moment Keith walked into those doors to pick up the closing shift, not sticking around for chit chat. He had 20 minutes till Eddie was off of work, which meant he had 30 minutes to get home, change shirts, spray on fresh cologne, and then pretend he wasn't waiting by the door to hear Eddie knock.

When he did though, Steve was not prepared to see a Eddie's bandana wave at him.

"You're gonna want full shock value for this one, big boy." Eddie said, whilst Steve hoped Eddie didn't see the blood rise to his cheeks at the nickname.

"Can I at least put it on in the van?"

"I'll settle for that if you don't gripe about the music!" Eddie joked. He had actually gotten a tape from Jonathan of Tears for Fears, so he knew Steve wouldn't.

"How am I supposed to do that when you blare it loud enough for Indianapolis to hear?"

"I think you'll like it today Stevie." Eddie said, opening the car door for Steve and giving a little bow, then watching Steve tie the bandana around his eyes as he walked around to the driver's side.

"Feel like I'm getting the full El treatment." Steve chuckled, as he heard the car door open.

"Hardy har, just make sure you can't see. I mean the shock value thing." He said, turning the key in the ignition. As the music started, Steve let out a little gasp, and reached blindly for Eddie's arm beside him.

"Is this?? Tears for Fears?? Aw, Eds, you don't hate all of my music after all, how sweet." Steve joked.

Eddie was thankful that Steve was blindfolded, so he couldn't see the pink tinge to his face.

"Just for you Stevie."

Steve relished in the quiet music, the bumps in the road, and the comfortable silence between him and Eddie with a smile on his face. It was a miracle, to Steve, that someone cares for him on his birthday, even unknowingly, because it hadn't happened in so long. Steve was even contemplating telling Eddie it was his birthday, thanking Eddie for the best birthday he had in a long time, when the van stopped, and the music right after.

"We're here!" Eddie told Steve. "Ah ah ah, don't take the blindfold off, I'll help you where we're going. Full. Shock. Value."

"I'm beginning to think it's a special occasion or something." Steve said, like it wasn't one. That hurt Eddie's heart a little, but it's ok, he thought. Steve will know how loved he is soon.

"C'mon, I'll help you up the steps." Eddie offered, grabbing Steve's hand for completely platonic reasons.

"Steps? Eddie where are we?" Steve asked.

"Full shock value, remember?" He said, opening the door for Steve and guiding by the shoulders into the Byers-Hopper living room, where the party, Jonathan, Nancy, Robin, Joyce, and Hopper were waiting behind a cake that Hopper haphazardly stuck 20 blue and green candles on. Lucas even dragged Erica along, when she pretended she didn't want to go wish Steve happy birthday.

"Blindfold off Stevie." Eddie said.

Steve didn't expect anyone to remember. Didn't expect to peek from behind the blindfold with one eye and be serenaded with a chorus of "SURPRISE!!!"

He stepped back into Eddie at the loud noise, Eddie grabbing back on to Steve's shoulders.

Steve didn't expect Joyce to be holding up a cake with 20 lit candles, didn't expect Dustin to rush to his side, didn't expect Hopper to clap him on the back after he stepped forward.

"Happy birthday kiddo." Hop said.

"How did you- when did- guys!!" He said, looking down at the cake.

"Red velvet and chocolate icing, with blue and green candles, your favorite." Joyce told him.

"Just like last year-" He was cut off by Joyce putting down the cake on the coffee table and wrapping Steve up in a hug. Which caused the rest of the group, even Mike, to wrap Steve in a huge group hug. When they all pulled away, Lucas held up the cake.

"Make a wish, man." He said.

"Guys- I don't deserve all this, how can I-"

"Oh cut the shit Steve, we love you. Now, you heard him, make a wish."

And so, Steve closed his eyes, thought for a second, and blew out the candles. And then, just like that, the big old sheet cake was getting sliced into enough squares for all of them.

As the party went on, and they all laughed, and drank an obscene amount of soda, Steve slipped into the silent outdoors offered by the Byers-Hopper back porch swing. He stared off into the treeline, hoping nobody would notice his absence. He would be back inside in a minute or two, he just needed to catch his breath after it all. Then he heard the squeak of the screen door, and saw Eddie's leather jacket sleeve before looking back into the tree line.

Eddie took a seat to Steve's right, and placed a little wrapped package on Steve's lap.

"Oh Eddie, you didn't have to-"

"Open it." Eddie cut him off.

Steve carefully tore the (oddly enough, very neatly done) wrapping paper away, revealing a hellfire shirt.

"You? You got me a hellfire shirt? But I'm not a part of the party?" Steve failed to stop the smile from leaking into his face.

"Of course you are? Considering how since school got out you've let us use your house, you drive the goblins around, and you've been doing it for years! It's about time you have one." Eddie explained.

Now, Steve couldn't stop the tears from gathering in his eyes.

"Yeah but, I don't deserve any of this. Anyone can drive those kids around, anyone can lend you a space, it's the least I could do. Hell, I'm not even going to college, I'm just another a high school has-been asshole working at a barely above minimum-wage job. There's so many better people you guys could have chosen to care about." Steve settled his eyes back on the treeline, trying his best to hide the tears that his voice revealed, that were now slowly streaming down his face.

"Steve no. Absolutely not. You're so much more than that to all of us. To me." That got Steve to look back at Eddie. Eddie held Steve's face in his hands, let the tears run down his arms."You're our warrior, you keep those little misfits safe, you saved my life. And we all know you would take bullets for those dorks. You heard Little Red. We love you, Steve..." Eddie hesitated, looking away for a moment. "I love you, Steve. Even if none of the other assholes in this world will, I do."

Steve couldn't let Eddie go on any longer. Not when he was saying stuff like that. So he closed the distance. And when Eddie kissed back, he knew everything would be alright.

He didn't expect people to remember. He didn't expect people to care about him. But now he finally understood, the unequivocally did.

#for plot purposes imagine S4 took place early february #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve stranger things #dustin henderson #eddie stranger things #steddie blurb #steddie drabble #steddie fanfic #oneshot #joyce byers #jim hopper #jopper

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sattlersquarry · 8 months

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carnations (steve harrington x fem!reader)

part three of the bloom series. series masterlist

Summary: You and Steve become closer. (garden center!steve x wedding planner!reader)

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, mentions of infidelity, miscommunication, the reader's mother is Jacqueline.

red carnations: admiration, "my heart aches for you"

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“You’re going where?!”

Your mother can’t seem to wrap her head around the fact that you have a date. You’re trying not to take it personally, but you wish she would sound a bit less incredulous.

“On a date,” you repeat, adding one last swipe of lip gloss before shoving the tube into your purse. “With Steve, from the Garden Center.”

“You barely know him,” your mother says, hovering behind you as you pull on your jacket. “He could be a serial killer. Or a serial dater.”

“That’s worse than a literal murderer?” you deadpan, raising an eyebrow.

Your heart explodes into butterflies when you hear a knock at the door. That’s Steve, right on time.

You shush your mother and her incessant worrying before swinging open the door.

Steve is there, dressed to the nines. He’s upgraded from his usual garden-themed graphic t-shirt, this time opting for a striped polo. He looks about as nervous as you as he hands over a beautiful bouquet of carnations.

“Hey,” he says, smiling. “You look great.”

“Thank you,” you say. “You do, too. And these are beautiful, thank—”

“Oh, stunning!” your mother interrupts, swooping over to take the flowers from you. “Did you arrange these yourself?”

“Mom,” you say, nodding in the direction of your apartment’s kitchenette. “Don’t you have to eat dinner and then meet with the ice sculpturist?”

“Oh, I have a few minutes,” she says. She beams at Steve. “Hi, I’m Jacqueline. Y/N’s mother. Charmed.”

“Steve,” Steve says, shaking her hand. “Steve Harrington. Nice to meet you. And, uh, yes! Well, I picked the flowers, and my friend Robin helped me put it all together.”

“You two should work for me,” your mother says. “You have an eye for design.”

“Okay!” you say, before your mother could launch into a spiel about bouquets that would most definitely make you and Steve late for your dinner reservation. “We have to go, but I’ll be back later.”

“Have fun,” your mother calls as you and Steve walk toward his BMW. “Be safe.”

You bid her goodbye and try not to swoon when Steve opens the passenger side door for you.

“What a gentleman,” you tease.

“Always,” Steve says—one part cheeky, two parts genuine.

As he drives you both away from the Byers-Hopper property, you ask, “So, is this place really all it’s cracked up to be? When I mentioned to Hopper that we were going to Enzo’s, I swear he started salivating.”

“The food is really good,” Steve says. “And so is the wine. It’s exported from Italy.”

He means to say “imported,” but you don’t correct his malapropism. It's cute. He's cute.

You spend the rest of the drive chatting. You learn more about Steve—he used to be a jock. Long before the Garden Center, he was a lifeguard, but switched to retail after graduating high school. Steve used to babysit Will Byers and his friends, and he and Robin are roommates, living in a small townhome near downtown Hawkins.

You talk a bit about yourself, too—about how you’re from Eagleton and will be back there when the wedding is done. How you also used to be a lifeguard. How you feel a bit lost, unsure of what you want out of life.

Steve understands. He feels the same way. It’s nice to be heard. To be understood.

By the third course, after a thoroughly enjoyable conversation, you’re resisting the urge to leap across the table and kiss Steve in front of the entire Enzo’s customer base.

He’s sweet. He’s funny. He’s a good listener. He has a nice face, and nice hands. He’s kind of the complete package.

You try to temper your excitement about him, seeing as you are only a temporary resident of Hawkins. But Eagleton is only an hour away, and you could definitely try to make it work if he wanted to. You really, really hope he wants to.

“What about gelato for dessert?” you ask, perusing your menu to avoid gawking at Steve’s handsome face.

Steve’s face screws up like he’s eaten something sour.

“Not big on ice cream,” he says. “I used to work at an ice cream shop and I think I ate too many free samples.”

He doesn’t tell you that working at the ice cream shop led to him getting tortured. That’s a story for another time, or never.

“Biscotti instead?” you ask, closing your menu. The two of you agree and order the cookies.

As you wait for them to arrive, Steve clears his throat and asks, “So, how’s the wedding planning coming along?”

You groan and put your head in your hands.

“That bad, huh?”

“My mom is so finicky about everything,” you say, lifting your gaze to meet his once more. “She wants it to be perfect for Joyce and Jim, which I get, but she needs to lighten up. Don’t tell her I said that.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” Steve teases with a chuckle.

“It’s not all bad though,” you say. You fidget with your rings and add, “I’m really glad working for my mom helped me meet you.”

Steve’s eyebrows lift. You cringe, worrying that you’ve come on too strong. Worried that you sound like an imbecile, fawning for him like this.

But Steve says, “I’m really glad I met you, too,” his voice and eyes soft.

Another menagerie of butterflies swoops around your heartstrings, tugging them in all the right directions.

At the end of the night, he kisses you outside your door and asks if you want to go out again. You vehemently agree.

It continues like that for the next two weeks. You spend your days working on the wedding and your evenings with Steve. And, well, after quite a few dates, you spend the later part of your night with him, too. It’s lovely, he’s lovely, and you’re really, really happy.

After your night together, you decide you want to get him something, like a box of chocolates or a bouquet. Steve is surrounded by flowers all the time, so you figure a “bouquet” of biscotti, courtesy of Enzo’s catering services, would be a nice change of pace. It’s a thank-you-for-being-so-lovely-(and-also-good-at-sex) gesture.

You walk into the Garden Center and beam when you see Steve. He’s speaking with a customer, smiling and nodding at something they’re saying.

As you get closer, you realize the customer he’s talking to is a girl. A pretty one, about your age. She’s got blue eyes and brown curls that are tamed by sparkly pink hair clips. Your heart aches when you notice the way Steve’s looking at her; this isn’t run-of-the-mill customer-service politeness. This is real, true fondness. The way he’s been looking at you lately.

You feel trampled on when the two of them hug, lingering in it longer than necessary. When Steve pulls away, the mystery girl leans up and presses a soft kiss to his cheek.

You stumble backward, accidentally knocking over a rake. It clatters to the cement floor of the Garden Center, the sound echoing down the aisles.

You turn and book it, charging toward the exit without looking back to see if Steve heard you. Tears burn behind your eyes and a sob threatens to claw its way up your throat.

You thought Steve liked you. You thought he wanted to be with you. You gave him absolutely everything, and he just, what? Moves on the next day like nothing even happened?!

“Hey, Y/N!” Robin calls from her perch at the customer service kiosk, much too loud for your liking. You continue your trek out of the store, ignoring her when she asks, “Hey, where are you going?”

You toss the biscotti bouquet in a trash can and fumble with your keys, thankful that you parked right outside the store. In the distance, you hear Steve calling for you. You don’t even look up. You don’t do anything except unlock your car door and start the engine, peeling away from the Hawkins Garden Center before your heart completely shatters.

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a/n love a miscommunication trope. TAGGING THE LOVELY PEOPLE WHO HELPED BRING GARDEN CENTER STEVE TO LIFE, along with others who enjoyed the previous parts! :) there will be 1 or 2 more parts to wrap this up.

@quinnkeerys @spicysix @keerysquinn @sunshinesteviee @inkluvs @stevebabey @0vix0 @lame0o @ghostlyfleur @starry-eyed-steve @hollandweather @lurkingprincess

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #st fic: bloom #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington

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once-upon-an-imagine · 2 years

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God Only Knows - Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

A/N: omg! more Steddie to make your life better because, why not!? :)

Request - spideysbae asked: so im in my period and i feel like crying so yeah.... Steddie helping reader through a panic/anxiety attack (If you don't feel comfertable with it, it can just be reader crying)

Warning: polyamorous!relationship (SteddiexReader); reader having a panic attack; mentions of drugs; I think that’s it but as always please let me know if I missed anything :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gif isn’t mine :D

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God Only Knows

If you should ever leave me Though life would still go on, believe me The world could show nothing to me So what good would living do me?

You sighed deeply and looked at yourself in the mirror after you washed your face. You hated parties. This was probably the last place you wanted to be tonight. All you wanted to do, was get some pizza, watch a movie, and cuddle with your boyfriends. But, the Byers were back in town and wanted to share that they were moving in together with Hopper and Eleven. So, they invited everyone tonight for a dinner party at their new home. You thought you would be able to handle it since it usually wasn’t a lot of people. But, it seemed that more people than you actually expected were here. You walked out of the bathroom and started looking for your boyfriends but couldn’t find them anywhere. You figured Eddie was probably outside, smoking, hopefully not with his kids from Hellfire and far enough so Hopper wouldn’t see him. You knew he wouldn't give the kids any, but, again, you knew he wasn’t Hopper’s cup of tea. And Eddie wasn’t the most careful with his little drug lunchbox sometimes. And you had absolutely no idea where Steve was. Even if it wasn’t as much as before, you knew he still loved a party from time to time. And even more when some people from high school who still idolized him were there.

“Hey, hun-” you jumped a little when you heard Robin coming towards you. “Have you seen her?”

“Um, who?” you asked confused.

“Vickie” she said, freaking out. “I invited her tonight and she said she would come but she’s still not here and now I’m freaking out because maybe I shouldn’t have asked her out. I mean, what if I misinterpreted things? What if she just said yes to be polite but she didn’t really want to come and didn't know how to tell me or-”

“Uh, Robin” you stopped her rambling.

“Yes?”

“Vickie just walked through the door” you said, pointing in her direction where the redhead smiled and waved at the two of you.

“Oh my God. I didn’t think this through. I mean, I never thought she would actually come. What do I do?”

“Just… go say hello” you encouraged her. “You’ll be fine” you tried to assure her.

“Okay” she said taking a deep breath. “Wish me luck” she smiled.

“Good luck” you told her. “Wait” you said, pulling her back. “Have you seen Steve? Or Eddie?”

“No, sorry” she said, before walking away from you. You sighed and walked over to the living room, sitting on the couch. Hopefully one of them would find you, but someone else did first.

“Hey, dude” you looked up to see Jonathan’s friend, Argyle. “Why the long face, man? You want some pizza?” he asked, sitting down next to you.

“N-no, thanks, I’m good” you smiled politely at him.

“Your loss man” he chuckled. “Hey, why are you wearing that guy’s jacket?” he asked. “You know, the pretty boy, with the big hair?”

“Steve?” you laughed.

“Yeah” he said, taking a bite of his pizza.

“How do you know this is Steve’s jacket?” you asked, curiously.

“Oh, he wears the real shit man, not like El’s little boyfriend who wears the shitty knock-offs” he explained, making you laugh a little.

“Well, to answer your question, I was cold so he lent it to me” you said, pulling it closer to you. Steve’s smell helped you calm down a little.

“How come you don’t use your boyfriend’s jacket? He wears like three of them” he asked confused.

“Um… Steve is my boyfriend” you told him.

“Wasn’t your boyfriend the other guy with long hair? The cool one that plays D&D and shit?”

“Eddie?” you asked.

“Yeah! That guy’s so awesome, man” he said, making you chuckle.

“Yeah, Eddie is my boyfriend too” you explained.

“No way” he said, surprised. “So, the three of you are like… together?”

“Yeah” you said, a bit nervous. You knew this wasn’t exactly something that everyone just accepted.

“That is so cool” he said, genuinely. “That is like… three times the love, man” he smiled, making you sigh in relief.

“Y-yeah, something like that” you smiled back at him.

“Well then, more power to you” he said, raising up his pizza as if he was making a toast.

“Thanks, Argyle” you replied. “Um… I’m gonna go see if I can find either one of them” you said, getting up. “You haven’t seen them by any chance?”

“Nah, but if I do I’ll let them know to look for the girl in the nice jacket, ‘kay?”

“Thank you” you said before walking away.

You started walking through the crowds of people, making your way to the kitchen. Everything was beginning to be too much. The noise, the people, not finding either one of your boyfriends. You knew what was coming. But this was a happy night and you didn’t want to ruin it. So, you figured, maybe a glass of water would help. You got even more anxious when you noticed how much your hand was shaking.

“Hey!” you heard, making you accidentally drop your glass when you turned around to see Jonathan. “Whoa, sorry, love” he said, walking over to you and grabbing some paper towels to dry up the water. “Didn’t mean to scare you” he said.

“N-no, it’s fine” you smiled weakly, grabbing the plastic cup and tossing it in the garbage. “It’s uh a great party” you told him.

“It wasn’t supposed to be this big” he told you. Jonathan knew you since you two were kids. He knew you weren’t comfortable in these kinds of situations. Especially when there were so many people that you didn’t know around you. “But… you know, a lot of people were happy to see that Hopper was back and-”

“Oh, I’m sure that a lot of us are also happy that you, your mom, Will, and El are back” you smiled at him. “Also, Argyle is pretty cool” you said. “So, how come you’re hiding out here with me and not with Nancy? I figured you two have a lot of time to make up for” you said.

“I don’t know” he said, placing his hand behind his neck. “I guess we still have some things to figure out” he said.

“You two will be fine, John” you assured him.

“How do you know?”

“Because you two are like meant to be” you laughed. “You love each other and in the end, that’s what matters. I mean, look at me, I’m making it work with two people who couldn’t be more different” you chuckled, making him laugh too.

“Yeah, how’s that going?”

“Pretty good, actually” you admitted. “It would be better if I had any idea where they were” you said, starting to feel anxious again.

“Oh, I think I saw Eddie outside with Dustin and Will. I can go get him if you like-”

“You should be going to look for Nancy” you said as he started walking out of the kitchen.

“Can’t hear you, I’m already gone” he yelled before leaving and Joyce came into the kitchen after with Mrs. Henderson, Mrs. Wheeler, and Mrs. Sinclair.

“Oh hi, honey, what are you doing hiding here?” Joyce said, kindly, walking over to you. “Are you alright, sweetie? Steve was looking for you out there” she told you.

“Y-yes, I just came to grab a glass of water” you said, nervously.

“Oh, that’s right, you’re dating Steve Harrington now” Mrs. Wheeler said excitedly. “He is so handsome, you two are such a cute couple” she told you.

“Uh- right um-”

“Wait, you’re dating Steve? Dusty said Eddie was your boyfriend” Mrs. Henderson asked confused.

Great. The only one that actually knew you were dating both of them was Joyce because she had always been like a mom to you. Especially after your parents didn’t exactly approve of your relationship.

“R-right w-well, actually” you stuttered, nervously. You knew this was a delicate subject, especially with adults, since it wasn’t seen as a conventional relationship. “I uh- w-we’re u-um-”

“Honey, could you please go get Will for me? He’s outside I think” Joyce interrupted. “I’ll just talk to Claudia, Sue, and Karen really quick” she said, escorting you out the kitchen door.

“R-right, thanks, Joyce” you said, quickly before leaving the kitchen.

It started again. Your hands were shaking and your breathing became quicker. This is the main reason why you hated going to parties. People still didn’t accept the fact that you, Eddie, and Steve could all be in a relationship. It wasn’t bad when they were with you, they were pretty much the ones who would explain something and just tell people to fuck off if they made some unpleasant comments. But when it was just you, you never really knew how to handle it, since the last time you tried was with your parents. And they ended up throwing you out of their house.

“Hey!” you heard someone calling your name and then saw Max walking over to you with Lucas and Will. “Are you okay?”

“M-Max-” you said, trying to take a deep breath but your eyes were already watering.

“Lucas, go get Steve” she said, turning to him and then Will. “You go get Eddie” she instructed. “I’ll take her up to Eleven’s room” she said and the two boys nodded before they went their separate ways. “Come on” she said, taking your hand and guiding you upstairs.

Soon enough you were sitting on Eleven’s bed, trying to calm yourself down with Max’s help. It wasn’t long before the door burst open and Steve ran in with Lucas behind him.

“Love, I’m here” he said, kneeling down in front of you and taking Max’s place.

“S-Steve-” you said, as he placed your head between his hands, making you look at him.

“I’m here sunshine, look at me” he said, softly. “It’s okay, I’m here with you.”

“Princess!” Eddie’s voice came inside the room, Will, Dustin, and Jonathan behind him. “Shit, do you know what happened, Red?” he asked Max.

“No, she just came out of the kitchen that way” she explained.

“Thanks” he nodded. “We got it, guys, can you give us a minute?” he asked, looking at the rest of them.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Dustin asked, concerned.

“Yeah” Eddie assured him. “We just need some space” he smiled nervously.

“Take all the time you need, man. Let’s go, guys” Jonathan said, pushing the kids outside and closing the door behind him.

Eddie then came over to kneel in front of you, next to Steve.

“Hi princess” Eddie said, placing one of his hands on your cheek, and Steve removed his. “We’re here” he said, feeling Steve’s hand holding his free one, knowing how much it broke Eddie’s heart to see you like this and that he was probably going to blame himself. “We’re both here. You’re okay, love” he said soothingly.

“Can you take deep breaths for us, sunshine?” Steve said as Eddie started taking deep breaths so you could follow his lead. “That’s good, sweetheart, just like Eddie’s breathing” he instructed.

“That’s it, love, in” Eddie said, taking a deep breath. “And out” he guided you. “You’re doing a great job, honey” he said, smiling when your breathing started slowing down.

“There you go, sunshine” Steve said, softly, moving his hand to stroke your arm instead and Eddie did the same.

“I’m s-sorry” you said, between sobs.

“No, none of that, love” Eddie said, softly. “You have nothing to apologize for, okay?” he said, wiping your tears away.

“Can we hug you, sweetheart? What do you need us to do?” Steve asked, still stroking your arm with his hand.

You grabbed Steve’s hand with one of yours, and Eddie’s with the other one, trying to stand up.

“Hey, hold on, easy, princess okay?” Eddie said, holding you by your waist and guiding you down.

He and Steve sat next to each other with their backs against the bed and he gently placed you between the two of them, creating a safe bubble, wrapping his arm around you and Steve did the same.

“There you go, sunshine” Steve said, kissing the side of your head as Eddie kissed your cheek on his side. “We got you” he repeated.

“You’re safe, princess” Eddie whispered as you started playing with his rings.

“I’m s-s-”

“No, love, no apologizing” Steve said, brushing your hair away from your face and kissing your temple.

“B-but I s-scared y-you two, a-and Max, and Lucas, and D-Dustin, and W-Will-”

“Don’t worry about them right now, love” Eddie assured you. “They just wanted to make sure you were okay” he insisted and you nodded softly.

“What happened, love?” Steve asked, ignoring Eddie’s frowning at him. “Take your time. We just want to know how to help you, okay?”

“N-nothing happened” you said. “It was s-stupid-”

“No, love, it’s not” Eddie assured you.

“It was just all… kind of too much” you started, still playing with Eddie’s hand, not being able to face them. “It was too many p-people a-and I couldn’t find either one of you” you continued, making Steve and Eddie share a guilty look. “I w-was fine for a while, talking to Argyle and then Jonathan” you continued. “B-but then, Joyce came in the kitchen with Mrs. Henderson, and Mrs. Wheeler, a-and Mrs. Sinclair” you said, trying your best not to start crying again. “A-and Mrs. Wheeler asked if I w-was dating y-you” you said, nodding your head towards Steve. “B-but then Mrs. Henderson said she w-was confused because she thought I was d-dating you” you said, pulling Eddie’s hand. “S-so I just d-didn’t know how to explain that I w-was dating both of you, and then Joyce told me to g-go but I s-still couldn’t f-find you a-and I just-” you stopped when your breathing started picking up again.

“Shh, it’s okay” Steve said, tightening his arm around you.

“It’s okay, princess” Eddie said, kissing your head again. “You wanna go home?”

“N-no” you said, looking up at them. “Y-you two are having fun, a-and-”

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart” Steve said, kissing your forehead. “There’s no way we could have more fun here than just the three of us back at home” he assured you. “We can do whatever you want” he offered.

“R-really?” you asked, sitting up, looking between them and the two of them nodded. “C-can we read Lord of The Rings?” you asked with a small smile.

“Again-?” Steve started but stopped when Eddie smacked him on the back of the head. “Yes, of course, we can, sweetheart” he smiled, kissing your cheek.

“Whatever you want, princess” Eddie smiled, kissing your other cheek.

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“Was Dustin really okay? He sounded really scared. And Max, she was so helpful and I didn’t mean to-”

“Love stop” Steve said, walking over to you and sitting on the bed. “They were just a little worried. They care about you. And you know Henderson sees you like a big sister, but I promise you they were fine. They’re coming tomorrow for movie night” he insisted. “And I just called Joyce to let her know we were home and that you were feeling better” he said, bringing you a cup of tea and his yellow sweater and one of Eddie’s boxers so you could change into them. “You have nothing to worry about, okay?” he said, giving you a small peck on the lips.

“Thanks, love” you said, kissing him again.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart” he said and you nodded as he left the room and went looking for Eddie, who was basically turning the living room upside down looking for his book.

“Is not here” Steve heard him mumbling to himself. “Shit!”

“Eddie?”

“Is not here! I can’t find the fucking book! Did you move it-”

“Love, calm down, I’m sure it’s here somewhere-”

“It’s not!” he said, knocking down the books on the shelf next to him. “I can’t- I can’t find it! I put it down there for a second and-”

“Eddie” Steve said, walking closer to him and grabbing his hands to make him stop spiraling. “Look at me, love” he said, softly. Eddie sighed and turned to look at him reluctantly. “She’s okay” he said.

“She had a panic attack, Steve-”

“I know, but it wasn’t your fault-”

“Yes, it was! Henderson wanted to show me something and she said she was going to the bathroom and… I, I thought she had found you and stayed with you or something- I should have waited for her! We know she hates these kinds of events, there were so many people there. So many fucking judgemental people and I left her by herself-”

“Stop” Steve said, placing his hand on Eddie’s cheek, softly. “I know, okay? I feel horrible too that she was alone, but we got there in time. And she found Max, Lucas, and Will. Joyce saw she was uncomfortable so she sent her away and she made sure she was okay before we left. She has people that care about her and she knows we do too. She knows we love her. She knows you love her. She’s okay, Eddie, this wasn’t your fault-”

“But-”

“No buts, she just wants us here with her and that’s what we’re gonna do, okay?”

“I just…” Eddie sighed sadly.

“I know” Steve said, giving him a peck on the lips. “I know, love” he said, hugging him closer.

“Eddie?” you said, standing at the door to your bedroom.

Eddie quickly wiped away his tears and pulled away from Steve.

“Yes, princess?” he said, clearing his throat.

“I found the book” you smiled weakly, holding it in your hand. Eddie smiled back and walked over to you, giving you a kiss on the lips.

“Lead the way then, gorgeous” he said, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips, making you smile.

“Are you coming, Stevie?” you asked.

“I’ll be right there, sweetheart” he smiled and Eddie pulled you to the bedroom.

Eddie sat on his side of the bed and you curled up next to him while he looked for the marked page.

“So, where were we-?” Eddie asked but he suddenly stopped and placed the book on his nightstand and sat up, grabbing your hand. “Princess?”

“Love?” you smiled, sitting up as he looked at you.

“Y-you know that I love you right?” he asked all of the sudden. You frowned your eyebrows in confusion and smiled sweetly at him.

“Of course, I know” you said. “I love you too” you smiled.

“It’s just… I don’t- um… I didn’t mean to leave you alone tonight and-”

“Eddie” you said, placing your hand on his cheek to make him look at you. “What happened to me wasn’t your fault” you assured him.

“But I was with you and I just… I don’t want you to think like you can’t trust me or that I won’t be there for you I just-”

“Whoa, Eddie, I would never think that, love” you assured him, not noticing that Steve was now standing at the door. “You and Steve are my favorite people in the world. You two always make me feel safe and comfortable and happy and loved and… even if it was a little scary for a moment, I have never doubted that you and Steve love me and would be there whenever I need you” you smiled.

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, still feeling a little guilty.

“Yeah” you nodded. “I mean, you let me choose the music on the way back home and Steve let me choose reading Lord of the Rings” you chuckled, looking back at Steve, who rolled his eyes and went to sit on your other side. “If that’s not love, I really don’t know what is” you smiled as Steve wrapped his arms around your waist and Eddie laughed a little. “I love you” you said, grabbing Eddie’s hand and pulling him towards you to give him a kiss on the lips. “Both of you” you said, turning to Steve and giving him one as well.

“Me too” Steve smiled, resting his head against yours and looking back at Eddie.

“Me three” Eddie said, grabbing the book again before he linked his free hand to your sand Steve’s. “Ready?”

“Oh, almost, hold on” Steve said, pulling away and pressing play on the boombox on the floor. You and Eddie smiled when you heard the song that came on as Steve came back, kissing your head.

“Thanks” you whispered, kissing his cheek.

“Now we’re ready” Seve told Eddie as he started reading with the music in the background.

“Okay… let’s begin” Eddie said, kissing your head before returning to the book.

This was your absolute favorite place in the world. Lying here with Steve and Eddie felt like the safest spot on the planet. Where nothing could hurt you. It was just the three of you and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

I may not always love you But long as there are stars above you You never need to doubt it I'll make you so sure about it God only knows what I'd be without you

The End

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Song: God Only Knows - The Beach Boys

A/N: ahhhh! I really hope you loves like it! I really enjoyed writing for Steddie and I have a couple more to come probably over the weekend xD

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starburstjuno · 2 years

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Secrets, Secrets | Robin Buckley

plot : y/n byers is having another slow, uneventful day at work with her mom, until her (secret) girlfriend robin stops by.

warnings : secret gays, accidentally outing yourself to your mom via your secret girlfriend but it’s cool bc she knew the whole time, joyce being the best parent in all of existence

word count : 1k

(idk i was just feeling gay and sappy today so here this is)

masterlist | requests open

(part two is coming soon!!)

Y/N sighed, slouching further in her already uncomfortable position on the stool behind the counter. Melvald’s was dead, yet again, which left Y/N and her mom Joyce to spending the day mostly just hanging out and pretending to look busy. Joyce had picked up the inventory list for the third time today and was now making another lap around the store. Y/N could’ve sworn she was about to fall asleep when the bell on the front door rang and she sat up. Much to her joy, it was none other than Robin Buckley. Y/N and Robin had known each other off and on throughout their lives, but it was only recently that they really got to know each other.

“Hey Robin.” Y/N smiled, leaning forward against the counter as Robin strolled up, trying to look casual as she glanced around the store. “It’s just me and mom right now, store’s been dead all day.” Y/N’s voice was low. Robin leaned against the counter, taking one more quick glance around before slipping her hands into Y/N’s.

“I missed you.” Robin’s low volume matched Y/N’s. “Watching movies isn’t any fun when you’re not there.”

“Well it’s not my fault that Steve has excluded me from movie nights.” Y/N chuckled. “You know his rule.”

“No making out during movie night.” Robin snorted. It wasn’t a rule he’d ever had to worry about, but it was one he made shortly after Y/N and Robin had started dating a few months back. Steve was one of the only people who knew about their relationship, and while he was supportive as hell he didn’t want it rubbed in his face that he still didn’t have a girlfriend.

“And two hours cuddled up on a couch in a dark room?” Y/N shrugged. “I can’t help myself.”

As the girls continued to talk, their low voices and barely muffled giggles found their way to Joyce’s ears. Unable to help her curiosity, Joyce slowly worked her way back towards the front in an effort to try and hear what the girls were whispering about. Finally, when she’d made it just one isle away, she could hear their voices clearly.

“So, since it’s my turn to plan and since Steve owe’s me, you and I are gonna go out on Friday night.” Robin said.

“Go out?” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“Okay, we’re gonna order some take out and go sit by Lover’s Lake and listen to the new mixtape I made you but yes. We’re going out.” The girls both giggled lightly, Y/N biting down on her lower lip. “What?”

“I just really wanna kiss you right now.” Y/N admitted. “You wanna meet me in the back room?” Robin laughed.

“Thought that was something we only did at the video store since Steve would cover for us.” Robin snorted. “Besides, isn’t your mom somewhere around here?”

“Yeah but I could tell her I was gonna take a break so she’d come up here.” Y/N shrugged. “Besides, don’t you wanna take a little risk?” Y/N teased, but a small sigh passed Robin’s lips as she barely tried to muster up a smile. “What?”

“You know I’d do anything to just be able to kiss you and hold your hand and go on cute dinner dates. But I…” Robin hesitated. “The last person I want catching us in the act is your mom. What if she never lets you see me again?”

“Oh come on! My mom would never.” Y/N shook her head. “But I get it. Okay, I do. Shit in our lives sucks enough, we don’t need a lynch mob coming after us, too.” A laugh bubbled up from Robin and she nodded her head. Robin’s watch beeped, meaning she had to get back to work. “I’ll see you later.” Y/N raised Robin’s hand, pressing her lips to Robin’s knuckles. “Tonight, maybe?”

“I have to close tonight.” Robin sighed. “I’ll call you in the morning.” Robin pulled Y/N’s hand over, mimicking Y/N by pressing a kiss to her knuckles. Their hands fell back to the counter, Robin squeezing quickly before letting them go and heading for the door. Y/N sighed, looking down at the smudge of chapstick on the back of her hand before looking back at the door. Robin had it half pushed open, also glancing back. At the same time, the girls held up their hands, Y/N just able to make out the smudge of nude pink lipstick on Robin’s hand. Y/N let out a small laugh, letting her hand fall and settling back onto the stool.

“So…what was Robin up to?” Joyce asked as she approached the counter, making Y/N jump.

“Nothing just um…just on her break.” Y/N shrugged. “She’s working with Keith today so she decided to come over here instead of sitting in the breakroom.” Joyce watched Y/N for a moment, noticing how she rubbed the back of her hand on her jeans.

“Y/N, honey…” Joyce started and Y/N looked over at her mom, confused and a little worried as to where this was going. “You know I love you so much, right? No matter what. Nothings ever gonna change that.” A cold-hot panic spread through Y/N’s body. Of course. The one time she’d risked flirting with her girlfriend in public, someone found out. “Is there um…anything you wanna talk about?”

“Mom…” Y/N sighed, her eyes glancing at the back of her hand before she looked back up at Joyce. “Robin and I…we…” Y/N sighed again, feeling incredibly stupid. “The only reason I didn’t tell you is because Robin’s parents won’t understand. No one would. I, I mean I know you do i just…” Y/N sighed once again. “I know you love me. And I love you so, so, so much I just…I love her too. And it’s not fair to her.” Joyce nodded.

“Come here, baby.” Joyce wrapped Y/N in a hug and Y/N reciprocated right away. She had never really been worried about this conversation, she was more worried with how Robin was going to react. “I just have one request.” Y/N groaned as Joyce pulled away. “Invite her over for dinner sometime?”

“Mom, oh my god.” Y/N sighed and Joyce laughed.

“Oh come on!” Joyce teased. “I let Nancy sleep over with Jonathan all the time. The least you could do is bring your girlfriend around sometimes.”

“Mom!”

#robin buckley #stranger things #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley imagines #robin buckley fic #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things fic #stranger things oneshot #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you

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chronicrabbit · 1 year

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Home Coming

Part 2

If Steve had thought the previous year was bad, it was nothing compared to the next.

They had returned to the Byers house after lighting up the tunnels and, once again, fending off the invasive attempts of the Upside Down.

Billy Hargrove was gone, leaving nothing behind but the damage and debris, the blood flecks staining the floor and the shards of the broken plate as whispers of his presence.

Steve found his way to the couch, dropping down into it with a grunt. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, he was really starting to feel that beating.

His vision, especially on his left side, was hazy, and no amount of blinking and hoping would banish the blur.

He wasn’t certain when the others returned, Nance, Ms. Byers and Jonathan with a shivering blanket-wrapped Will, Hopper with a knocked out and lightly snoring Eleven.

They had been talking, away from the children like grownups do, when Ms. Byers had approached him, gently taking his battered face in her tiny hands and looking him over.

“Honey, are you ok?”

Steve blinked.

“Yes.”

His answer was automatic, and she seemed to realise that as she fixed him with a single raised brow, not in the almost disdainful way his own mother would, but in a way that said:

“You don’t have to pretend with me.”

His shoulders deflated, his rigid posture falling as he met her wide dark gaze, filled with more motherly concern in a single glance than he’d ever experienced in his entire eighteen years of living.

He couldn’t speak, the words unable to squeeze past his heart firmly lodged in his throat, so he simply shook his head, even just that sending his vision spinning like the steering wheel of that damned blue Camaro under Max’s too-small hands.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she tsked, taking another moment to fuss over his wounds before she’d called over Hopper.

And that’s how he’d ended up in the back of an increasingly familiar and increasingly bloodstained cop car, his eyes closed tightly against the flashing of the red and blue lights as a stoic Hopper drove him to the hospital.

The ride was fast and almost awkwardly silent, and Steve heaved a sigh when they’d finally pulled into the lot beside the ER, sluggishly moving to undo his seatbelt and hop out with as much grace and agility as someone with a bloody head wound and rockin’ vertigo could, when a large hand pressed into his shoulder, keeping him firmly planted in his seat.

Steve turned his hazy gaze toward Hopper, the Chief’s mustache twitching as he seemed to carefully mull over his next words.

“Kids told me about Hargrove.”

The words hung in the air, and Steve shifted restlessly in the following silence, waiting for the other man to continue.

“Told me you got your bell wrung pretty good. Do you know how long you were out?”

Steve shrugged, an odd sort of guilt swirling low in his gut as he grasped for answers but came up startlingly blank.

“Ok,” Hopper nodded, mouth creasing into a frown.

“We’ll tell the Doc it was around 10 minutes.”

Steve couldn’t help the way his brows shot up toward his blood-crusted hairline as Hopper unbuckled his own seatbelt, pushing open his door as if preparing to escort Steve into the ER himself.

He didn’t have time to object, to suggest more valuable uses of the Police Chief’s time, before Hopper was turning right back toward him, the solid weight of his hand returning to his shoulder.

“You did good, son; protecting those kids. Hate to think what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.”

And it was definitely something to be examined at a later date, the swoop in his stomach, the heat gathering behind his eyes, the sudden and insistent tremble of his lip, at even the mere suggestion of someone important in his crazy messed up life being proud of him for getting the shit kicked out of him in the stead of a bunch of Middle Schoolers he barely knew.

At the current moment, he was far more preoccupied with following the Police Chief into the ER.

At Hopper’s insistence, he was taken in quickly without a wait.

He was at the very least familiar with this part; with the flashlight shining in his eyes and the walking in a straight line. Had had to do it several times when he still went to parties;

Before he was bullshit.

As the doctor spoke to him with an over abundance of technical jargon, a nurse came it to whisper to Hopper.

“We tried to get ahold of his parents. No one is answering, not even a secretary.”

Hopper turned toward him with a frown.

“Your parents out of town?”

Steve nodded.

“How long?”

Steve shrugged.

“Did they leave you a number to call?”

Steve nodded, though that one was a lie.

Hopper’s frown deepened as he faced the doctor.

“Can you keep him here overnight? Just to keep an eye on him?”

“That’s not necessary-“ Steve tried to argue, tried to sit up in the cot, tried to leave, but he was pressed back down by several firm hands, Hoppers and the Doctors.

“Son, you’ve got a concussion; pretty nasty one by the looks of it. It isn’t safe for you to be alone right now,” the Doctor explained, rising from his seat to organise his overnight stay with the nurse without any further input.

And that was how Steve found himself alone for the second year in a row, this time not in his warm bed at home, but in a cold hospital room, stitches in his hairline and an IV needle in the crook of his arm.

And when he was discharged the next evening, there was no one waiting for him. No cars in the driveway, no motherly empathy or fatherly concern, just a big dark empty house.

Like always.

But there was no use in sulking about it.

He trudged in through the front door and took care to make sure every single point of entry was locked up tight and shuttered, moving as quickly as his battered body would allow.

He then turned on every single light from the day room, to the living room, to the kitchen, grabbed his trusty nail bat, and parked himself on the couch.

He thought of Nancy, but the only thing that conjured was an endless barrage of:

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

He pinched at the aching bridge of his nose and tried not to cry.

Harrington’s didn’t cry.

Not even when they were alone, because, let’s face it, that’s exactly what he was.

Alone.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #sad steve harrington #this is eventual Steddie #I’m sorry if that’s misleading #steve harrington deserves the world #I am an advocate for letting Steve have a massive breakdown #I think he deserves it #I think it would do him a world of good

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sleepyeye17 · 1 year

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After Steve plays DnD

Eddie waves to Jonathan as the kids pile into the car. Steve offered to drive them all, but it’s on Jonathan’s route home anyway, now that the Byers live up by the river, closer to everyone else.

Eddie goes back inside. Steve is cleaning up the game table, stacking the books and putting the dice into their bag. He pauses on the D20, turning it in his hands, his face furrowed with concentration. The facets glitter in the light.

“Beautiful, right?” Eddie asks. Steve looks up, surprised.

“Yeah, it’s cool.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” Steve puts the D20 into its velvet bag. He bites his lip. “Was I… Did I do okay?”

Eddie steps in, grabbing Steve’s hands.

“Of course! What do you mean?”

“I mean, it was my first time. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right.”

Eddie grins.

“It’s Dungeons and Dragons, baby, not your gay virginity.”

Steve snorts and raises his eyes to the ceiling.

“I know.” He puts his arms around Eddie’s shoulders. “This was much more intimidating.”

Eddie laughs into Steve’s shoulder, kisses his cheek.

“You were fantastic.”

“Really?”

“Better than my wildest dreams.” He pulls back to look Steve in the eye. “You were really nervous?”

“Yeah. I know it means a lot to you. I didn’t want to disappoint.”

“You could never.” They’re swaying from side-to-side now, in the sort of slow dance that they do. “How did you know all that stuff about dwarves not liking cows milk? Or elves eating fish?”

“I read it in one of your books.”

“Which one?” Eddie had given Steve the basic introductory books, but none of the really deep lore.

“I don’t remember. Not one of the ones you gave me. It was on your shelf.”

Eddie pulls back.

“You read the ones on my shelf?”

“Yeah. Sorry. Was I not supposed to? Is that cheating?”

“No, not at all! It’s just… I wasn't expecting that.”

“I wanted to do it right.”

Eddie shakes his head slowly.

“Fuck.”

“What?” Steve’s eyes are wide and anxious. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just really fuckin love you.”

Steve tenses in Eddie’s arms.

“Wait. Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Oh thank God.” Steve sags against Eddie in relief. He rests his chin on Eddie’s shoulder and blinks away tears. “I wasn’t sure— nobody’s ever—“ he sniffs. “Mm. Love you.”

They stand there, letting that settle around them.

“Gnomes don’t like wheat,” Steve murmurs. “It irritates their digestion.”

“You’re literally my perfect human.”

“Mm. Not a human. I’m a Wolfborn.” Steve kisses Eddie’s jaw. “Child of a cursed lineage. Defender of my tribe.” He bites Eddie's shoulder, making him laugh and press closer. “And it’s a full moon.”

“Wolfborns aren’t werewolves,” Eddie gasps.

“I know. I never said I was. But I still like to howl at the moon.”

Eddie giggles and pulls Steve in for a kiss.

“Howl away, baby, it’s just the two of us.”

#steddie #steddie fluff #steve harrington #steve x eddie #Steve harrington plays DnD #I've never actually played DnD #dungeons and dragons #eddie munson #stranger things #Joe Quinn #joe keery #joseph quinn #Somebody FINALLY tells Steve they love him

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moonlit-imagines · 2 years

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Headcanons for being Jim Hopper’s child (Part 1)

Jim Hopper x child!reader

warnings: guns, knives, death, blood, cigarettes, alcohol and so on

a/n: might have 2 do another part bc it got so long lol. we’ll see how long that takes me

prompt: anonymous: “Could I request being Jim Hoppers teenage daughter headcanons please, like reader is as old as Steve, Nancy, Jonathan ect”

part 2 (tba)

you spent most of your childhood in new york

but after things fell apart, after your sister passed, you decided to move back to hawkins with your dad when you were in middle school

which was very different than what you were used to.

starting with the fact that everyone knew your dad

and all eyes were on you to be a model citizen, you felt a lot of pressure to be the best you could be

most adults knew of the tragedy that struck your family, too. sooner or later, so would the kids

“so your sister had cancer? and she died?” -classmate

“…yes” -you

“that sucks” -classmate

you were definitely a rebel.

some blamed your “acting out” on the divorce, or the move, or losing sarah, but anyone who knew anything knew you were just jim hopper’s kid

“they’re trouble, just like their father” -anyone who knew jim as a teen

you were quite intimidating

you also inadvertently became popular in high school

“well, they’re dad is the chief of police, that means if we get into any trouble we’re golden!” -tommy h

“tommy, i hate you” -you

“yeah right! im your favorite person in the whole wide world” -tommy

“no, tommy, i mean it. if we get into any trouble im throwing you under the bus” -you

your dad taught you how to shoot a gun and defend yourself

and he’d take you camping in the woods in the summer

“how’s it going, kid? having fun?” -hopper

“you gave me a knife, of course im having fun” -you, carving up a chunk of wood

“that’s right, kid. proud of you” -hopper

he worried about you sometimes, looking back on everything he got away with as a kid

but he let go a bit just to let you live a little

you stole his cigarettes plenty of times

and his alcohol if he didn’t get to it first

he did hate your friends, though

“what’s up with you and all these preppy kids, y/n? really? aren’t they kind of assholes?” -hopper

“huge assholes. absolutely terrible. but they wont leave me alone, think im this super cool badass because im your kid, think i get away with everything” -you

“oh, so when i pull over one of these kids for drinking and driving while being underage, they think you’ll get them out of it?” -hopper

“that is correct” -you

“do they realize i’m probably gonna punish them harder?” -hopper

“no, but im counting on you to” -you

honestly you do share beers with him from time to time

not enough to get you drunk but enough to bond

hearing stories of his time at hawkins high

“then, and then—” -hopper, snorting laughter “me and joyce. you know joyce’s boy. jonathan byers’ mom. yeah, me and her were close back then! we revved up my car so hard that the principal ran outside to see what all the noise was and we ended up kicking back so much dirt…oh, man, there was so much dirt all over him and his stupid suit and his stupid glasses. he didn’t even go home, he stayed like that all day. me and joyce got detention for like, three weeks straight. ohhh, good times” -hopper

going out late to steve’s house nearly every weekend

and really showing off your teenage rebellion in his pool if you know what i mean

all in good fun

going to the station to help out when you could

flo thought you were an angel, callahan and powell always laughed at the remark

“y/n, how in the world did you convince that woman that you’re a saint?” -powell

“who says im not?” -you

“how many times have we had to give you a ride home after finding you stumbling down the street in the middle of the night? which of us is keeping score of that again?” -callahan

“that would be you, my friend” -powell

“hey, as long as i help her with paperwork and cleaning, i’m just the most selfless person on the face of the earth” -you

sooner or later that week that turned your life upside down came to be

when will byers went missing

you weren’t too worried until you found out what you were up against

but you weren’t much of a believer at first

but you were still highly sympathetic of jonathan’s situation to a certain extent

“hey, jonathan? i feel really shitty about everything you’re dealing with right now, man. i cant do much to help, but i’m here for you” -you

“uh, yeah, thanks. thank you, y/n” -jonathan

your friends didn’t bother making fun of you, they knew you’d tear them a new one over something like this

and you got a bit quiet as all of this went down

still went out with your friends, though

and sat with nancy at the pool to talk just a bit before barb disappeared, too

“i’m surprised you’re friends with them, honestly. i thought the chief’s kid would be more cautious and rule-abiding” -nancy

“then you got me all wrong, miss wheeler. rules are for suckers” -you, lighting a cigarette

“pass that this way, y/n” -steve

“get your own” -you

getting pretty freaked when barb went missing since you were the last to see her

steve begged you not to tell your dad

but you really weren’t having it

that’s when you started backing away from your shitty friend group, when nancy asked for your help

because no one believes kids, and you had all the resources she needed

“y/n, come on! we know you wanna hang this weekend, why are you being so difficult?” -steve

“difficult? difficult, steve? you’re kidding, right? all the messed up shit happening around here and you’re calling me difficult for showing caution, concern?” -you

“yeah, i am! since when are you cautious? i’m starting to think you don’t like us anymore” -steve

“i don’t! you’re all assholes who care more about your social self-preservation than the real lives that are at stake! when barb and will are back home safe, maybe i’ll consider a friendship with you, but until then? stay the fuck out of my way” -you

that really struck a chord with steve

but not quite on time considering he resorted to vandalism and picking fights with your crew

“oh, if it isn’t the junior chief. what are you gonna do, cuff us?” -tommy h

“grow the hell up” -you

“surprised you wound up with these two, y/n. they dont seem like your type of people” -steve

“and you are?” -you

after the fight, you got dragged back to the station with powell and callahan

and flo was DEVASTATED you could have been a part of that

“what were you thinking, y/n? these kids, they must be crazy. fights? weapons? you’re just a teenager, you shouldn’t be apart of that. especially with your father around. and what if you were the next to go missing?” -flo

“i promise you, flo, it was just the wrong place at the wrong time. i was trying to make sure they didn’t kill each other. things have been tense in the past week” -you

“oh, i know. you’re a good kid, sweetie” -flo

callahan and powell did have to question you to see what was going on, but they knew you were no snitch

“alright, y/n. go sit in your dad’s office. soon as he gets here, i’m sure he’d love to talk to you” -powell

hopper found you at his desk with your feet kicked up, and from there you hit him with everything you knew so far

“don’t tell me you actually believe all this shit” -hopper

“wish i could tell you i was kidding. but it’s just not adding up. i’ve got a really bad feeling” -you

it was a similar feeling to the weeks before your sister got sick and passed

and you were one of the most level-headed teens to walk the earth, you heard reason and scoffed at anything that fell outside of your bounds

soon after you and your dad were on the same page, he said to you

“think you can stay with a friend for a few days?” -hopper

you soon discovered why when you came home to grab some clothes and found your trailer turned upside down

which made you think this ran even deeper that you previously thought

aaaand eventually this led up to the middle school with a bunch of kids you didn’t know, a few teens you did, and the only adults you trusted

“eleven? hey, kid, you need anything?” -you

“so chief hopper’s kid, who just happens to be the biggest skeptic and irresponsible teen in hawkins, is on the same page as the rest of us now?” -dustin

“i mean, i guess so. theyre here arent they?” -lucas

“who says i’m skeptic and irresponsible?” -you, from behind

“w-what? no, we didn’t say that. i mean—we don’t believe that” -mike

“i’m just playing with you” -you, shaking two of them by the shoulders

your dad came up to you and handed you a revolver and some extra rounds

“you. you are in charge of these kids. you are to keep them safe and use this if absolutely necessary. i’m trusting you” -hopper

“why are you speaking to me like i’m a child?” -you

“because you are one” -hopper

“i know all about gun safety if that’s what you’re worried about” -you

“i’m worried about you and these kids and the monsters that are after you” -hopper

“think i’m not just as worried about you and joyce?” -you

“heh, that’s cute. behave yourself.” -hopper

“yes, sir” -you, sarcastically saluting

it didn’t take long for you and your crew to high tail it to the byers’ residence and make good with your own mission

it was a dumb idea, but so was staying at the school

and while you were preparing for a fight, steve started banging on the door

“steve?” -you

“y/n?” -steve

“get the hell out!” -you

“why do you have a gun?!” -steve

“do you want to find out?!” -you

nancy helped him with that part, pulling her own on him

it was funny (and invigorating) ((you’re a little wacky))

but it was too late and steve decided to join in on the action in some sort of offering of peace

*loud overlapping screaming*

“what…” *pant* “the hell…” *pant* “was that..?” -steve

“…are you insane?!” -you

“what?! what did i do?!” -steve

“you almost got yourself killed!” -you

“it’s okay, y/n…it’s over for now…we’re all okay” -jonathan

“this isn’t over, steve. the hell is wrong with you?” -you

“i was just trying to help, y/n. at least i know you still care” -steve

“i will shoot you if you try any shit like that again” -you

“maybe we should take the gun from them” -nancy

“you want to risk it when they’re this worked up?” -jonathan

you all shouted/talked it out and calmed down and headed back for the middle school together

which was a complete shitshow and you knew your dad would be pissed

but he hugged you and told you that he was proud of you

“give me back my gun” -hopper

you all hung out in the hospital waiting for will to wake up

and the kids huddled around you to ask about the demogorgon

“did you see it? did you shoot it? we saw it! and el completely destroyed it!” -lucas

“yeah, it was badass!” -dustin

“can you teach us how to shoot?” -lucas

“no” -you

you had to meet with a handful of government officials over all you’d just become aware of

mouths? sealed shut

you became closer with the people you almost died with, took special care with the kids

and eventually discovered el was still alive

“what do you say we move into grandpa’s old cabin?” -hopper

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miserablekingsteve · 1 year

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I have had this thought in my head since June; have it.

Steve and Eddie get together after the events of Vecna. Was it strenuous and confusing for a while? Yes, god yes it was but at the end of the day Steve was happy, even if during the will they won’t they, he’d wanted to take Eddie by the shoulders and scream in his face;

“STOP SPEAKING IN RIDDLES!! AND TELL ME WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN.”

But that’s just how Eddie was he came to learn, even Wayne would have to stop and look at his nephew, obviously it happened frequently enough that the older man wouldn’t say a word—with one brow arched and mouth open in question— Eddie would wave him off and translate what he’d rattled off unclearly before.

So, now that Steve knew he was able to actually ask Eddie for clarification he felt relaxed and safe. And for a while there he thought that he’d never have to ask for Eddie to shed light on some strange thing he said or did—that was until the other night.

Domestically Steve and Eddie stood in his bathroom, there was now a spare toothbrush in the cup that lived in Steve’s personal bathroom for Eddie. Steve loved when Eddie’s quiet hums filled the silence at any moment; always fidgeting his hands on imaginary guitar strings, figuring out certain songs he wanted to learn for practice. He smiled at their reflection in the mirror, just as Eddie tucked the toothbrush to the side and opened his mouth, drooling toothpaste all down his chin.

“You know, Mike was being such a, argh, I wanted to smack his empty pubescent head. Just kept going on and on about Will Byers and how “things had changed” blah blah,” Eddie wiped some of the dripping foam, Steve hummed in acknowledgement and spat his own toothpaste into the sink.

“How is he so, just, unaware?” Eddie followed his action and spat into the sink.

Steve snorted at that, then looked at Eddie with sympathy, “don’t be so hard on him, I know someone who was just like him. Just, oblivious.”

Eddie quirked an eyebrow at him, “Ahh, yes. Steve the unobservant.”

What? Him, the oblivious one? Eddie’s got to be kidding, “me?! I wasn’t the one jumping foot to foot and then high tailing it out of Family Video for months. Even though,” Steve held up a finger to shush his boyfriend, “I had been flirting with you nonstop for months.”

“You, were not flirting,” Eddie stated, splashing water on his face and rubbing at his eyes thoroughly. Strange habit, Steve noticed.

Scoffing at him, Steve found a face cloth and handed it off blindly, “I so was, you were just too hung up on “King Steve, suave lady killer,””

Eddie wrinkled his nose at the nickname, then leaned in real close. The mint mixed with cigarette smell intoxicated Steve, eyes flickering to Eddie’s wicked grin, “and now look, you’re the one screaming my name into your pillows, Loch Nora neighbours be damned.”

“Yeah yeah. Anyway, all I’m saying is give the kid a break, or, a little nudge. Lord knows Mike could use it,” Steve followed Eddie’s retreating form into the hall, “and top it all off he looks up to you, big time.”

Eddie blushed and turned back to Steve with a look of pure adoration, “see this is why I keep you around, maybe you should be a motivational speaker.”

“Ha. Ha, maybe you should kiss me?” Steve grinned, Eddie leaned in and gave him a quick peck.

“Alright, we’ve got a greased up sigourney Weaver waiting for us downstairs, let’s go get her big boy.”

Before Steve could fully express his annoyance about the movie cockblocking him, a searing pain ran up from his groin and into his lower abdomen. The breath in his lungs punched out, “What the fuck,” he wheezed, throwing a hand on the wall for support.

Eddie’s eyes were wide and hands were flailing everywhere.

“Dude did you just sack tap me?”

“Yes, no? I don’t know?” Eddie yelled, his face flush with embarrassment.

“Why did you do that?” Steve hissed, squeezing his eyes shut and willing away the awkward pain.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god,” Eddie floundered, “I swear it’s just a force of habit.”

“You can’t sack tap your boyfriend, man.”

“Okay. Dude.”

“Touché,” and with the pain finally lifting Steve slotted his arm around Eddie’s waist, leading them both to the couch so they could watch Alien.

END

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins

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reader: female | Age: 17-18 range

Characters mentioned: Dustin (briefly, ST), Jonathan Byers (breifly, ST), Joyce Byers (brefily, ST), Steve Harrington (ST), Nancy Wheeler (Breifly, ST) , Billy Hargrove (ST), Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Peter Parker (breifly MCU), Kate Bishop (breifly, MCU)

type: headcannons + drabbles,

A/N: When you hyper fixate on two very different shows so you put them together, basically a Stranger Things x MCU type deal, also i know timelines dont match up just. Let it happen. Also. This got really long

Warnings: typical violence from stranger things and marvel, mentions of weapons not the use of them but still

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So moving to Hawkins Indiana, was supposed to be "laying low" for both of you

As Known, he the famous Punisher: and with you: not being biologically his daughter, but barring his last name put a tag on your neck as well

Luckily you were trained well and had been through one or two superheroes in your life, like your father you're pretty morally gray

Hawkins was pretty cheap, depending on where you guys lived, there was no point in a big house either so you both lived someone in a cabin off the main road, it was small but better than run-down new york apartments with no windows

You bet to be sure as soon as mothers see the new truck they start talking.

"Not bad..." Y/n spoke looking around her room, "Hey, it's got a window."

Frank chuckled leaning against the door frame as he looked back at her, "You like it?"

"It's nice." Y/n told him setting a box down "It's gonna be weird being so calm..."

"Murdock's got the landline." Frank spoke, "He'll be beggin' for another fight. It won't be long before we're back fightin'."

Y/n nodded, "Gonna miss all those shit-head Avengers. Remember the battle with me and you, we were going against Cap and that Winter Soldier guy. Those guys would just not get off our asses."

"Good memories, you'll make more kid." He told, ruffling her hair, "Get your room together."

And with that Y/n was left alone in the room

You guys like, have to go shopping for food and you feel like you in a zoo

People staring oddly at you, and kids pointing at you

Franks at another store, and you're feeling slightly anxious as you're grabbing a few things for a quick dinner

Luckily the lady checking you out is sweet:

"Don't worry about them." She spoke scanning the items, "Nothing exciting happens around Hawkins, new faces it's like seeing a celebrity."

"oh, yeah...yeah." Y/n nodded watching the woman bag everything eyes not knowing where to fall she found the woman's name tag, "Thank you, Ms.Joyce."

She smiled sweetly, "It's no problem at all. Where you coming from?"

"New York City." Y/n started, engaging in the small talk.

"Hm, the big apple," Joyce smiled, "Must be quite a change."

"yes, Ma'm," Y/n responded.

"Well, we're open 24 hours here, " She started pushing some clanky buttons on the cash register, then hitting it aggressively, "Thing never wants to work- there we are. 5.96."

Y/n handed her the money exactly and Joyce thanked her, y/n said goodbye and left out the store with the two bags in hand.

Walking back to the truck you see a radio shack as you pass, Frank's not at the truck so you dip in for a quick look

So far all of the adults are nice, nice to see a new face and make small talk.

But soon you left and Frank was waiting for you in the truck

"Got it all."

"Yeah," Y/n responded as she got in closing the door behind her, it was silent as Frank drove off.

"Did you get stared and pointed at?" Y/n asked.

"yeah."

at least she wasn't alone there

So they got home and put all the groceries away, and that's when Y/n realized the bag.

"You know, this is making me think that you're sending me to school." Y/n started holding up the school supplies, "you're not sending me to school, right?"

"Independent study ain't gonna get you nowhere here kid-"

"Are you kidding!? You said I wouldn't have to go!" Y/n argued, "You said as long as I'm on an independent study I can go on patrols with you!"

"There is nothing to go after out here, kid! What are you gonna do? Go shoot every damn animal you see in the forest?" He argued back, "We're not in New York no more, No more patrol, no more independent study! You start Monday, that's it."

Already arguing on your first day in a new city, yay

You yourself end up skipping dinner and just finish putting your room together, after all, the day after tomorrow you are a damn high schooler.

He lets you calm down, and makes breakfast in the morning for the both of you

Well he said he got some construction or quarry job- something labor intensive so you're not the only one trying to go back to normal

The days spent cleaning again and putting the few things you own away

You go into town again the next day: you had both just bought stuff for dinner the other day, and you needed actual food in the house now

Hence the grocery store

You thought that small market where that lovely lady was filled with stares? Just look at it now

You guys stick together for this one, eyes are everywhere just stare at you

You're for sure not you're typical "girl" most are wearing skirts and nice blouses

You're literally dressed just like your dad, combat boots and all

Yeah you definitely weren't gonna be popular at school you could already feel it

"Get something for lunch tomorrow." and off to the fruit section y/n went, and quickly too, to pick up a bag of peaches and apricots

"Mommy, mommy, look at the pretty girl-"

"Don't look, sweetheart, that is not beauty,"

god people are such a-holes for no reason

"Don't worry." A boy spoke, "I think you're super cool. Like you're about to go monster hunting."

"Thanks?" Y/n spoke.

"Dustin Dustin Henderson." He introduced.

"Nice to see someone doesn't think I'm a psycho path." Y/n spoke, "Even if they are, what? ten?"

"I'm 13." "Close enough." Y/n shrugged walking off.

"Wait! Wait!" he called rushing after her.

"I heard you from across the sea, is it true?"

"What? No, I'm from New York." Y/n argued.

"That was going to be my second guess." He spoke, "And is equally as cool!"

"Look kid, I gotta get back to my dad." Y/n told him, "Can I help you with something?"

He looked at her and Y/n raised an eyebrow, "Okay I actually need something from the top shelf."

"Yeah, where is it, kid."

You helped him get what he wanted and he thanked you: calling you cool once more and then rushed off.

You had a feeling just deep down that was gonna come bite you in the ass later on, somehow, not sure how, but it would

You met back up with Frank and went to check out

Yes, great more stares, Women think Frank's good-looking and Y/n's just in the way of the view

Now you gotta go to school the next day and put up with the same shit

Literally Frank has to search your bag for weapons before you go: your so used to carrying concealed weapons because of Patrols and independent study it didn't matter, so he literally pats you down

"You can't take pocket knives to school!"

"I don't get it!? Why not!"

"It's not battle royal, it's who can get to the cafeteria first- that's it."

"Sounds pretty battle royal to me-"

"Get in the truck."

He drops you off and is really worried

not for you of course, for the other kids

yeah yeah, they should be scared.

Guess who you're lockers next to Billy FUCKING Hargrove

And some girls are too busy flirting to realize they're in your way

"Excuse me." Nothing.

"Hey!" Nothing

Okay now you're shoving them out the way

"Watch it." One girl ordered Y/n looking back at her, rolling her eyes

Billy can already tell your a city kid like him, it's a city kid thing.

and casually interrupts the a-hole girls to ask him where your classes were.

"Down the hall..." He spoke looking her over, "Brooklyn?"

"New York, Hells Kitchen." she responded, "L.A, San Fransico?"

"Guilty as charged city bird," he smirked

Oh that's a good shit disturbed friendship forming

well at least Hawkins wouldn't be as boring as you thought

No one really tried to introduce themselves to you

Yet King Steve the hair Harrington did almost run into you with his food tray but you stopped him catching his tray and handing back over before you go to sit down to eat

That's where you meet you guessed it: Johnathan Byers, seems like he's an eat-alone guy too

You guys don't really meet but acknowledge one another

Then some guy and his girl come to pick on him but you're not in the mood.

"You mind moving somewhere else?" Y/n called to the one and only Tommy Hagan.

"Aw, are we disrupting the new girl?" Carol laughed

"I'll be disrupting your fuckin face if you don't leave him alone," Y/n argued.

"Hey you don't talk to her like that," Tommy argued Y/n standing up.

"Or what? You're gonna punch me? Gonne slap me?" Y/n spoke walking closer to him, he stumbles back, "Gonna try and fight and you're gonna lose, you'll be on the floor within the second, I dare you, throw that punch."

Tommy had tripped over his feet falling to the ground, she had drawn unwanted attention as she towered over him in the center of the cafeteria, Y/n walking away from him to return to her food.

Johnathan thanked her and tried to introduce himself to her

Then PE happened, where she officially met Harrington.

Girls sat on the bench while they watched shirtless and covered boys play basketball

yet of course Y/n jumped in and played ball instead, girls officially hate you, being able to be that close with Billy and Steve,

the coach allowed you to play too: you only thought, he didn't want to hear about a nail being broken

Steve introduced himself during water break while, but then again you don't introduce yourself

"New Yorker thinks she's too good for us." Billy chimed in, "isn't that right?"

Y/n continued in drinking water with no response.

"Leave her alone." Steve defended.

"No let him keep running his mouth, maybe he'll finally speak some sense."

"I wouldn't get cocky with me City bird." Billy shot back

"Is that a threat?" Y/n deflected getting in his face.

"Maybe it is."

"Me and you on the court. Now."

Let's just say you really gave him a run for his money

Dude you robbed him of his money

The one-on-one game consists of you two shoving and pushing, trying to trip the other

"Is it just me." Steve spoke to a classmate beside him, "Or does the new kid seem."

"Over the top strong?"

"Yeah." Steve spoke watching Y/n knock Billy down, "i would hate to be on her bad side."

Yeah if you weren't already the talk of the school you are now

Steve once again tries to introduce himself to you.

"Steve Harrington."

"I know who you are."

"Wow, am I that popular?" He teased.

"What do you want."

"You don't take to new people very well."

Y/n opened her locker, "Okay, listen."

"All ears."

"You're the popular dude, who gets all the girls and has rich parents, yada, yada, yada, why are you talking to me. because I'm not sleeping with you."

"what? no! no!" Steve argued, "I thought you were really cool, the whole school saw you take down Tommy Hagan with just standing there. Not to mention how you took on Hargrove."

Y/n looked over at him, and he smiled trying to persuade her.

"Y/n. Y/n Castiglione."

You've officially had a "friend" according to Steve

When school's out, you're more than running to go home.

But Frank's at work, or whatever he does now and you're walking home

"hey!" Steve called, "Need a ride home?"

Y/n looked beside her, Steve driving alongside her: "Come on, Were friends now!"

Y/n sighed and walked over, opening the door, "Try anything Harrington and I'll stab you."

"Alright, Alright." Steve spoke, "Just watch the hair and the face."

The town werido and class king driving home together

But when you told him to drop you off he's confused.

"But there's no house here." Steve defended.

"I know." Y/n spoke getting out the car.

"Wait! Wait! Could I atleast get your landline?" He asked.

"What?" Y/n questioned.

"You know. The house phone." Steve spoke.

Y/n was silent, "...why?"

"To call you?" Steve questioned: what else would he need the house number phone, "You know. Invite you to go out with us. Have fun."

"In Hawkins?"

"Its not as bad as you think sometimes." Steve shrugged, "or we could, I dont know hang out somewhere."

"I give you the number you stop askin questions?"

"Absolutely."

So Steve got the land line.

Maybe having steve as a friend wouldn't be so bad.

But with Hw done and no libary card, you resort to calling Matt Murdock.

"Aw. Miss me already?" Matt chuckled.

"I would be lying if I said no." Y/n defended leaning against the wall.

"Come on can't be that bad." He tried to defend, "Make any friends?"

Y/n shrugged on her end, " Yeah I guess. This guy named Steve Harrington. Thinking about looking into him."

"Y/n you're making friends not finding people to background check." Matt defended.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to background check anyone if Frank would give me my damn knife back." Y/n protested.

"Y/n." Matt started, "I know it's hard to adjust. I do. But you're not gonna need a knife or pistol everywhere you go."

Y/n sighed. Matt was right, she'd have to adjust: and no not like you adjust on a mission, but genuinely adjust to the surrondings to a new daily life.

"If I can get Foggy to let me go I'll come visit you both." Matt told, "just because you've wiggled your way into my soft spot doesnt mean you're both not on my radar."

Y/n chuckled, Matt had become somewhat of an Uncle-ish dad-ish figure. Someone that calmed her down unlike Frank who was bad at it.

"Hey. Send me somethin local and maybe. Maybe. I'll send you somethin back?" Matt tried to suggest: keep her busy, "We could be pen pals."

Y/n smiled, "Yeah I'd like that."

He smiled, "Love ya kiddo."

"Love you too." Y/n responded and the call ended.

What you'd do to be in new york right now

Fighting crime, Sneaking out, eatting pizza from hole in the wall place, breakfast early morings after a busy night

Waiting for Frank seemed useless at this point: as early evening became late evening and late evening became night

And at 10pm steve harrington called.

"Hello?"

"Seems like I got the right number after all." Steve spoke on the other side of the phone

What you thought would be a short conversation turned into a full blown three hours,

Turns out Steve was alot of fun to talk too, all she had to do is open herself up a bit

He asked about her mostly, Typical new kid shit

Steve was a bit cocky still: but just for good fun and seemed Genuine

"You Y/n Castiglione seem like a bad ass."

"And why's that?" Y/n questioned.

"Well for one you stood up to Billy Hargrove."

Y/n chuckled, "You're still on about that?"

"Was that a chuckle? I heard a chuckle. I must be gettin' pretty good." Steve joked.

Finally you guys get off the phone

And you go to bed.

So. Maybe Hawkins wouldn't be too bad.

The first week seems Normal: Steve introduced you to Nancy Wheeler his girlfriend

You seemed off about her: she looked like one of the girls making fun of you at the store

You keep yourself quiet though, you also dont eat with them during lunch, but rather Jonathan, simply because you guys eat in silence

You and Billy contuine to go at it: occasionally shoves from each other in the hallways and eye rolls during class. You guys really go at it during PE, Especially when Wrestling came along

The girls think your aboustley imodest in your shorts and sports bra wreslting the boys

Most are just jealous your in such contact with the guys

At first there was the "that guy" who always has to make a comment about you but he really did shut up before you could even turn his world upside down.

Why? You honestly have no idea

But when the guy comes back that friday with a black eye you still have no clue

Alot of the girls sum it up to you doing it

You thought all would be fine, you feel like your being distanced from Frank though

With him working long days into nights you feel like that bond is wearing down.

But luckily Matt keeps in touch with you. Peter Parker's called you along with Kate Bishop saying they miss you

You miss them all too. But atleast Harrington calls you daily, same time: just to bullshit together

So your first week wasnt bad, during the weekend you and Frank Lazy around, playing a board game here and there

You actually send Matt that package he wanted so thats off your list.

You also go on your own little nature hikes and your not too far from the lake.

And when you come back you're weapons are displayed on your bedroom wall and you're so excited.

He says its somewhat of a present

And its not all your weaponary, just your favorites The rest is in the floorboard

Still: you put blood sweat and tears into those weapons so you were happy

Ah yes your pristine knife collection

Week one? If you had to rate it solid 7/10

Then week two starts

Oh god week two

Monday was good for no one: especially not you

She opened her locker, just for open cartons of milk and raw eggs to fall and splatter onto her chlothes, people starring and starting to laugh

Luckily you had extra chlothes in your pe locker

Or so you thought

Someone had broken into those and covered specifically the ass part of your shorts in red and brown paint and the same with your shirt.

So you just skipped Monday

It was actually as you were leaving Billy was just coming in.

"What the hell happened to you city bird?" Billy questioned getting no response as she walked past him, "City Bird!"

Still no answer he sighed, "Castiglione! Im talking to you!"

She looked back, "what the fuck does it look like Hargrove!" She argued.

It was silent between them, "Get in." He ordered, "But don't get any of that shit on my seats. Take your shoes off before you get it."

"I don't want a hand out."

"I didn't fuckin ask. Now get in the car." He told.

So he drove you home, all the way home.

You could careless at this point as he followed you in the house

He didnt comment about the house and followed you into your room

"It's either you're bat shit crazy or you're just crazy." He spoke looking at the knives on the wall as she grabbed some chlothes to change into.

She changed into a fresh set of chlothes with him in the room as his back was to her, he still looking at the collection she tossing the old chlothes in her hamper as she fell back on her bed.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" He argued.

"What?" Y/n asked looking at him, "whats wrong with what Im wearing."

"No wonder you look like shit everytime you go to school. Don't have a damn mirror in here." Billy spoke looking around, "Fuck you don't have one at all."

"Okay? And?" Y/n spoke.

"Well get ready City Bird." Billy told, Y/n raising her eyebrows, "You're dumbass is going shopping."

"Hah." Y/n laughed, "no."

Oh no

You dont get it, he picked up your ass, and DRAGGED you

"Billy!" Y/n defended, "the fuck! Unhand me! You peice of shit!"

"Stop fuckin trashin' we're going." Billy protested throwing her into the passanger seat.

So now instead of being in school you're shopping, for chlothes with Billy Fucking Hargove.

Alrighty then

He thinks you have a horrible sense of style

And you do? Kinda? You do wear just Frank's old chlothes

Atleast he got you out of cargo pants and into some denim jeans

He's got you in style now

Accidentally matching him one day will end up being a problem.

So you spent your monday bullshitting around town with Billy becoming actual friends

Not telling Frank that you skipped your second Monday wont hurt him.

Part two

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All I Ever Knew, Only You 6: The Blood You Bleed Is The Blood You Owe

Chapter Six.

Woken up like an animal, I'm all ready for the healing, My mind's lost with nightmares streaming, Woken up, kicking, screaming, Oh, take me out of this place I'm in, Oh, break me out of this shell-like case I'm in, Underneath this skin, there's a human, Buried deep within there's a human, And despite everything I'm still human, But I think I'm dying here

Summary: Hawkins was your typical quaint, mid-western town where nothing ever happened. People were born here, lived their entire lives within the town limits, and eventually died here, peacefully in their sleep. But one cold November evening in 1983 would change everything.

Despite a child with psychokinetic abilities and ravenous monsters that lacked faces, stranger things had definitely happened in the small town in Indiana. One of them being your reluctant and slightly imposed friendship with Hawkins High’s own King Bee, Steve Harrington.

Characters: Steve Harrington x Non-descriptive F!Reader (eventual)

Words: 5,864

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of violence, cursing, mention of breaking the law but nothing too serious, blood/mentions of injuries.

Series Warnings: Strong language, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of drug use, canon-typical violence, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of possible mental health disorders, child abuse, slow burn, kinda enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, I like to call it ‘two idiots who begrudgingly befriend each other only to realize… ‘wait a damn minute…’, eventual sexual content, canon-typical time-period bullshit. 18+. Minors DNI.

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Chapter Six: The Blood You Bleed Is The Blood You Owe

You sat on one of the small armchairs in the Byers’ living room, leg bouncing and only half listening as Mike explained the concept of the acrobat and the flea — the same one you and Mr. Clarke had described during Will’s Wake — to the rest of the group.

Hopper’s eyes were darting between yourself and the small girl sitting in front of the coffee table, her shoulders hunched slightly, as if she were ready to flee at the first sign of danger. On the other hand, you were much more interested in biting the skin around your nail, knowing that you’d regret your decision in the morning when the area would boast a sore hangnail.

The Upside Down, Eleven had called it. Here, but not really here. And if you guys were the acrobat, that meant the monster — and somehow — Will was the flea. It meant Barb was the flea.

The good news was that Eleven was certain she could speak to Will and Barb, despite them being trapped in the Upside Down.

Everyone stood around the kitchen table, watching as Eleven tried her hardest to connect with the place, but despite the flickering lights above you, Eleven’s voice cracked as she explained that she couldn’t find them.

Once the girl had excused herself to the bathroom with tears lining her eyes, the boys explained what they knew about Eleven’s powers.

“Whenever she uses her powers, she gets weak.”

“The more energy she uses, the more tired she gets.”

“Like, she flipped the van earlier-”

“-It was awesome.”

“But she’s drained-”

“-Like a bad battery.”

“Well, how…How do we make her better?”

Mike shrugged, his eyes darting toward you as if you could be of any help at all, “We don’t. We just have to wait and try again.”

“Well, how long?”

Eleven appeared from the bathroom silently, only alerting you all to her presence when she finally spoke. She explained that she entered the Upside Down before, but she’d always been in water of some sort.

“A sensory deprivation tank?” You asked her, watching as she struggled to find the right words to explain whatever shit the guys at the lab had made her do.

Nodding, Eleven’s eyes turned, watching you carefully, “Yes. Like a bath.”

“How the hell do we get one of those?” Jonathan asked, pacing behind his mother who was currently brushing her hands through her unwashed hair.

“We don’t. We make one.”

Dustin had gotten off the phone with Mr. Clarke after only a few minutes, guilt-tripping the teacher into explaining how to build a homemade sensory deprivation tank at 10p.m. on a Saturday evening. You had to give it to the kid, he could bullshit his way in, and out, of most things.

“Do you still have that kiddie pool we bobbed for apples in?”

Joyce turned towards Jonathan, shrugging slightly, “I think so. Yeah.”

“Good. Then we just need salt. Lots of it.”

“How much is lots?”

Peering over Dustin’s shoulder, you watched as the boy slowly tried to calculate the solution. Placing a hand on his shoulder, casting the boy’s direction toward you, you sighed, “Average kiddie pool? About 1,500 pounds.”

“Well, where are we gonna get that much salt?” Nancy questioned, already feeling exhausted with the back and forth, the ‘can you, can’t you’ of the situation.

“The school,” you turned your attention towards Hopper, the man’s eyes already boring into you from across the table, “I mean, they have it for snow days, right? They grit the roads every December.”

Sending you a small smile, Hopper nodded, “Let's go. Boys, you and Joyce grab the pool and we’ll meet you at the middle school.”

You sat in the classroom feeling a little more than useless as the others prepared the pool in the gymnasium. Joyce was wrapping up a pair of science goggles with duct tape as you watched the girl nervously look around and you’d guessed she’d never been in a classroom before.

“You don’t have to do this, you know?” When she turned, silently questioning you with her large brown eyes, you clarified, “You don’t have to go back there. I know it probably feels like you have to, but we’re not those bad men and you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Placing her small hand over yours, she sent you a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Nancy and I… We found our way there. Only once, but… that was more than enough. It’s okay to be scared, and it’s okay to not do this. We can always try and find another way.”

“You’ve been there? To the Upside Down?” The girl’s eyebrows pulled together as her hand clasped around yours instead.

Shrugging, you tried your best to not shake off her grip and instead allowed her to cradle your sweaty palm, “On accident. We… There was a tree, and we crawled into… You know what? It’s not important. I just wanted you to know that you have a choice in this, and nobody is gonna be angry if-”

“I can do this,” her voice was quiet but sturdy. Unwavering. “I want to do this.”

“This will keep it dark for you,” Joyce handed Eleven the goggles, unknowingly interrupting your conversation, “just like in your bathtub.”

Clearing your throat, you pushed yourself up from the too-small seat, feeling mildly uncomfortable, as if the young girl had looked right into your soul, “I’m gonna go see how everyone's getting on. I’ll meet you down there.”

Joyce’s dark, doe-like eyes followed you as you left the room, lips puckered as she watched with the concern of a mother. Something was off about you tonight, and it seemed so much more than everything that had happened this past week. She had seen the concerned looks Hopper had sent your way, the way the boys had spoken as they exited Hopper’s cruiser earlier, your name whispered on their tongue, and the fact you’d avoided eye contact with almost everyone since joining them in Joyce’s house. She’d also noticed the blood splatter on your sleeve, but declined to ask you about it so far, her thoughts circling back to her son instead.

Heading through the cafeteria, you grabbed a carton of eggs from the large fridge, handing them over to Dustin as you joined them in the gymnasium.

“Oh, I’m not hungry-”

“It’s to see if the water is salty enough, dumbass,” Lucas rolled his eyes as Dustin’s cheeks flushed.

“The salt increases the density of the water. So if the egg sinks, add more salt. Eleven needs to float.”

You were all silent as the girl blindly stepped into the pool with the help of Joyce and Hopper and as she laid down, you couldn’t help but watch as her — or rather, Nancy’s — peach-colored dress spread out around her, the fabric softly moving in the barely there ripples.

Almost immediately, the lights above flashed, flickering before going out completely. You watched with bated breath as Eleven slowed her breathing, her body relaxing as if she were no longer in the room. And, you guessed, she wasn’t.

The silence was deafening as you heard the girl mumble a name. Your eyes connected with Nancy’s across the pool and you willed yourself to not cry. She had found Barb.

The lights fluttered once more, and you could hear Eleven inhale deeply, as if whatever had seen her had shocked her. Or rather… scared her. Nancy tried to speak to the girl, but Eleven’s soft, wobbling voice told you everything you needed to know.

Gone.

As Eleven began to shout, the words echoing around the empty gymnasium, Joyce and Hopper grabbed her hands, the former’s reassuring coos settling the girl.

“Castle Byers…”

Eleven had done it. She had found Will, and he was alive even if just barely.

Somehow, the boy had found his old hideout in the Upside Down and managed to stay safe and if it wasn’t for the sound of his weakened voice on the radio, you might not have believed it.

After Joyce had cradled a weeping Eleven, she was eventually helped out of the pool and wrapped in a towel, the boys all crowding her on the bleachers like a band of protective brothers as she laid her head on Mike’s shoulder, exhausted.

Following Hopper outside, your words were wobbling at best, “Hop, you can’t go on your own.”

“You’re sure as shit not coming with me. Get back inside and stay with the others.”

“You don’t know what that place is like-”

“And you do?” He questioned, his tone leaving no space for niceties, and it was only once he saw your chin wobble that he realized what he’d said. His voice grew softer but remained desperate, “Listen, we can talk about all of this when I get back. But right now, I need to find Will.”

Less than a second later, Joyce and Jonathan burst through the door, the former already wearing her jacket. Squeezing his eyes closed, Hopper swore under his breath,

“He’s my son, Hop. My son. I’m going.”

You stood side by side with Jonathan, watching as the tires on Hopper’s truck screeched out of the parking lot, Joyce in the passenger seat. A cold, solid weight settled on your chest, threatening to cut your breathing off completely. You were almost certain you wouldn’t see either of them again.

“They’re going to get themselves killed,” you grumbled as you followed the eldest Byers sibling back through the door, “They’re going to walk into those woods with no idea of what’s out there. Not really.”

“They’re walking in there like bait,” a small voice said from the other side of the hallway, drawing your attention to her. Nancy sat with her knees tucked under her chin, back against the large mural dedicated to the Hawkins Tigers, and looking just as exasperated as the rest of you. “That thing is still in there, and we can’t just sit here and let it get them, too. We can’t.”

“Maybe we don’t have to,” you mumbled, brows knitting together as your eyes roamed over the painting of the tiger.

Nancy’s deep blue eyes watched you as you began to pace, the clogs in your brain working hard enough that she was almost certain smoke would soon steam out of your ears, “What do you mean?”

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you eyed them — sat side by side — from the other side of the wall, “It’s dangerous and stupid, and I mean… Shit, it might not even work-”

Your name fell from Jonathan’s mouth, a desperate plea to stop second-guessing yourself and just tell him. To finally speak the words that were clawing their way up your throat, but Nancy remained silent, almost ready to agree to whatever dumbass plan you’d conjured up if it meant helping Joyce and Hopper and saving Will too.

This monster had taken Barb and for that, you both wanted revenge.

“Instead of going back out there, we lure it elsewhere. Somewhere far enough away from the woods that Hopper and Joyce have a shot at finding Will. We are the bait.”

Nodding, Nancy looked towards Jonathan, fully prepared to do this with, or without his help, “I wanna finish what we started. I want to kill it.”

Jonathan's dark stare flickered between you and Nancy, his usually stoic face now lined with certitude, “We’ve gotta go back to the station.”

“And what happens if you get caught? Hopper’s not exactly here to get you out of trouble.”

“I won’t get caught. Listen, it’ll be easy, alright? I’ll get the keys to Hopper’s office and you’ll get the supplies. We’ll be in and out in minutes.”

“What if you can’t get the keys?”

Rolling your eyes, you were already half out of Jonathan’s car, “There’s a reason they all know me by first name here. I’ll get them. Now, c’mon. We don’t have a lot of time.”

Despite sharing an unsure glance, the two followed, allowing you to enter the station first to distract the on-duty officer.

“Hey there, Paul.”

The man jumped, feet leaving the desk they were resting on as he sat up straight and spun around in his chair, and you had to try your best to stifle a laugh. Once it was apparent you weren’t the Chief coming in to do a nighttime check or worse, Flo coming in to berate him for not filing his paperwork correctly — he really didn’t care much for Robert’s tall tale about a small girl robbing the Best Buy, and all for Eggo waffles, none the less — his forehead creased, annoyed simply by your presence.

“Hop isn’t working tonight. If you-”

“I’m not here to see Hop,” you sighed, returning his glare, “I came by to give a witness statement”

Paul watched you for a moment, skepticism clear in his eyes before he seemingly caught on, “The Byers kid fight? Heard he caught Callahan pretty good. I’m surprised though, he doesn’t look like a fighter.”

Sending him a sarcastic grin, you made your way toward the desk, looking down at his radio, “Hey, I love this… channel.”

Cranking up the volume — only mildly put off that it was in fact playing a talk show rather than any actual music — the voices booming through the small speaker was enough to cause the officer to jolt in surprise, scrambling for the radio on one side of the desk as you grabbed the small key ring from the other side. Looking up, you saw Jonathan’s face as he hid around the corner and sent him a minute nod of the head before returning your attention to the man’s desk.

“Hey, what game are you playing?”

“Leave that alone!” Ditching the radio once the volume was returned to normal, he scrambled for his cards that you spread onto the desk, collecting them up quickly as you discreetly threw the keys through the small gap where Flo usually sat.

Once Jonathan and Nancy had silently crept past, you grabbed the discarded cigarette that the officer had ditched in an attempt to gather his cards — pocketing the man’s lighter — and inhaled deeply as he glared at you.

“Well, Paul. It’s been real. See you later.”

Bamboozled, the man watched as you trotted toward the exit, “Wait, I thought you were here to give a statement-”

Stopping to peer back through the same gap you’d thrown the keys through, you shrugged, “Yeah, I’ll come back tomorrow. I don’t wanna be a bother.”

Once outside, you peered through the window by the man’s desk, waiting for any sign of the others as you continued to puff on the stolen cigarette. A shock of brown hair caught your attention, and you quickly banged on the window, uncaring as to whether you would send the man into a second possible cardiac arrest of the evening.

“Goodnight, Paul. Don’t work too hard.”

The man returned your wave, albeit slower and much more dubiously, his actions slow as he watched you warily. But it had given enough of a distraction that Jonathan and Nancy were able to sneak out, a box of contraband in one set of arms, a fire extinguisher in another.

Nobody spoke until you were all in Jonathan’s Ford and far enough away from the police station to deem yourselves safe.

“How the hell did you know that would work?” Nancy questioned, turning in her seat to watch you with wide eyed.

“She got arrested a few years ago. Caught shoplifting at the 7/11 off Cornwallis.” Jonathan smirked, his dark eyes finding your glare in the rear-view mirror.

Scoffing, you folded your arms over your chest and turned your attention to the window, watching as the outside whizzed by, “I wasn’t arrested, I was escorted off the premises. And I wasn’t even shoplifting. That time, at least.”

Nancy’s mouth opened, gaping like a fish. Sure, she’d heard rumors… But Barb was always the first person to dispel them, waving off the gossip as if it was nothing more than fodder.

You’d been thirteen at the time — not much older than the kids that were currently situated at the middle school — and if you didn’t find something for dinner, then you wouldn’t be eating. And after already missing breakfast that morning, your stomach had been berating you all day.

But you weren’t lying. Technically, you hadn’t been stealing. At that exact moment, anyway.

Jonathan pulled into the driveway, killing the engine and hopping out of the vehicle. Time was of the essence, and if you wanted to keep Joyce and Hopper alive, you needed to set everything up quickly.

Placing a gas canister next to the box Jonathan had brought in, the three of you shared a look. You were really doing this. You were really going to try and lure that monster back out of the woods, or the wall, or wherever it was hiding now.

Nancy and Jonathan got started on screwing the bulbs back into the Christmas lights — the only real indicator you had that the monster was near — as you began to sort through the box.

Bear trap to one side, bullets to another, you grabbed the baseball bat that Nancy had brought and eyed it for a moment,

“Hey, Jonathan? Do you have any nails? A hammer, too?”

The boy stopped, colored light bulb in his palm as he stared at you, “For what?”

Standing, you threw the bat between your hands gently, “You ever watch that film, ‘Escape From New York?’ I have an idea…”

The gun had been loaded, the bear trap set and gasoline poured along the carpet, and you had finished hammering the nails into the baseball bat ala Snake Plissken style.

“Have you got the lighter?” Jonathan questioned, looking around the room at the mess you’d all made. God, was his mom gonna be pissed. The carpet was going to smell of gasoline for months. And that was if it didn’t set the whole house on fire.

Patting your pockets, you glared as you came up empty-handed, “It probably fell out in the car. I’ll be right back.”

Jonathan tossed you his keys before you slipped away. Despite being more than aware of Nancy’s relationship with Steve — even if that may, or may not be over right now — you couldn’t help but feel the palpable tension between Jonathan and the girl. And whilst you really didn’t care either way, you didn’t appreciate feeling like a third wheel between two people that you knew longer individually.

Leaning against the side of the car, you let out a long, wearied sigh. This week, hell, this day had felt like it had gone on forever. Only this morning you were curled up in your bed, trying to pretend that monsters weren’t real, and now here you were, preparing to fight one. Preparing to risk your life in an attempt to save Will’s, Hopper’s, and Joyce’s. Shrugging your jacket off and leaving it on the floor by your feet, you inexplicably felt too hot all of a sudden, uncaring of the chilly autumn air that blew through the surrounding trees and left a path of goosebumps along your exposed skin.

Running your hands over your face in an attempt to stop them from shaking, your peaceful few moments alone were interrupted by the sound of an engine way too smooth to belong to anyone you knew.

The car’s headlights blinded you momentarily, and even once the engine was killed you could only see brightly colored spots whenever you blinked.

Peering into the darkness once your vision had returned to normal, you couldn’t believe your eyes. “God, what the hell are you doing here, Harrington?”

The boy slammed his door shut, unfazed by the way the sound echoed into the darkness, or the way you flinched, eyes darting away from him and toward the treeline,

“Me? What am I… It doesn’t matter what I’m doing here. What are you doing here? Where’s Jonathan?”

Poking his chest with your finger, you glared up at him, “I swear to God, if you’re here for round two, I might just help him kick your ass this time.”

The boy held his hands up — a silent white flag — as he shook his head, ignoring your pressing finger, “I’m not, I swear. I just… Look, I really need to see Byers. You were right, I-”

“-Then come back in the morning. He’s busy.”

“With what?” His words came out a little too desperate as he watched you rip open Jonathan’s car door, hunting for the lighter.

Once you had fished it out from between the car seats, you quietly closed the door and began to make your way up the gravel drive, a sharp glare sent Steve’s way as he began to follow you,

“Listen, Harrington. He doesn’t want to see you. Not right now, at least. The best thing you can do is to go home.”

“But-”

“Go home, Steve,” you huffed, quickly ducking back inside the house and leaving the perplexed boy to contemplate your lame excuse.

Shutting the door behind you and sharing a look with Jonathan who had let you back in, you turned your attention toward Nancy, “We have a problem. Your boyfriends here.”

“What? No, he can’t be here right now.”

Handing the lighter to Jonathan, you moved further into the room, inspecting the damage, “Yeah, well… Hopefully he’s got enough sense to-”

A flurry of knocks interrupted your words, and you found yourself almost choking on the annoyance that was Steve Harrington. Considering you’d managed to spend the majority of your school career avoiding the guy and his meathead friends, this week had really made up for it. You’d do almost anything to go back a few weeks and avoid this whole situation altogether.

As Nancy made her way towards the door — something you weren’t sure was the best idea considering Jonathan and Steve’s earlier fight — you noticed the white bandage that was wrapped around Jonathan’s hand, the boy toying with a loose strand of the fabric.

Silently, you took his hand into yours, eyebrows pinched together. He shrugged, only half paying attention, almost too mindful of Steve’s pleas from the door, “Bait, remember?”

Steve had pushed his way past Nancy, stopping to look around the room. His eyes were wide, confusion evident on his face as his eyes darted between you and Jonathan, and the accumulation of weapons spread across the small coffee table.

“What is…What the…”

“You need to get out of here,” Jonathan pushed the boy backward, “Listen to me. I’m not asking.”

But Steve had begun his descent down the rabbit hole, his tunnel vision stopping him from listening to what the boy was saying, “What is that smell? Is that… Is that gasoline?”

“Steve, get out!” The click of Nancy’s revolver was enough to separate the boys, Jonathan backing up and almost knocking you over as you stared at the girl wide-eyed, much her like boyfriend currently was.

“Wait. What? What is going on?” He shouted, eyes darting between the three of you.

“You have five seconds to get out of here.”

“Nance-” you tried to intervene, eyes stuck on the gun in her grip. You might not have believed that Nancy would hurt Steve, at least, not until the whole cinema graffiti debacle.

“Okay, is this a joke? Stop. Put the gun down,” Steve’s hands were held out in front of him once more as his brain began to re-circuit. Nancy Wheeler, of all people, was holding a gun up to him. It was almost a shame he didn’t see that she was doing this for his safety, and instead, he panicked.

The lights above you flickered, and you finally managed to peel your eyes away from the weapon, despite the girl now counting down and Steve’s incessant begging, “Nancy…”

“Nancy, the lights!” Jonathan shouted, finally causing the girl to lower her gun as she spun on the spot, looking above at the flickering lights.

“It’s here.”

“Wait, what's here?” Steve blabbered, his mouth moving faster than his brain ever could as he tried to work out what the hell he’d walked into.

Jonathan picked up the bat as you all looked around, Steve continuing to ask questions that nobody could quite answer.

Jonathan and Nancy circled around each other, backs pressed together and eyes wide as you froze to the spot. Eyes drawing upward, you spotted the first crack in the ceiling, “Guys… Up there-”

Nancy began unloading the bullets into the hole, the same slimy substance that had coated you both after you’d crawled into the tree was now spreading along the ceiling of the Byers’ home, totally unaffected by the girl's shots.

Grabbing the girl around the waist, Jonathan easily maneuvered her out of the way, ushering her into the hallway as you followed her, hand gripping Joyce’s ax as the boy grabbed Steve by the hand to drag him along too.

Slamming the door to Will’s room shut, your heart felt like it was about to pound its way through your ribs by sheer force alone, and just for a second, you felt guilty for the shock you’d given Paul earlier at the Sheriff’s station.

Somehow, you could still hear Steve’s shouts over the monster’s screeching.

“Shut up!” Nancy and Jonathan’s voice blended into one, and finally, the boy paid heed to some advice as the four of you turned toward the door, listening out for any sign of the monster creeping closer.

Its footsteps were loud along the hallway, and you couldn’t help but feel like a mouse, waiting inside its hole, being lulled into a false sense of security once you couldn’t hear the cat outside anymore.

Eyes focused on the small, yellow yo-yo, you waited with bated breath for it to move. That was part of the plan, after all.

Once the yo-yo moved, you’d light that motherfucker up. Except, the yo-yo didn’t move and instead, you were left with silence as the lights flickered once more before coming back on.

“Did you hear anything?” Nancy asked, lowering her gun slightly.

Flicking the lighter closed, Jonathan made his way closer to the door, “No…”

“It isn’t gone,” you whispered, eyes focused on the closed door in front of you, silently pleading for it to remain closed.

Jonathan turned to watch you carefully, his hand over the door handle, “The lights-”

“It’s not gone. It’s just…”

“Just what?” Nancy questioned, her gun finally pointing toward the floor.

Shaking your head, your eyes darted between the two, completely ignoring the way Steve worried his hands through his hair, “I don’t know, okay! It’s a predator, right? Nancy, in those woods, it wasn’t just trying to track us. It knew where we were… Where I was, the whole time. It’s not looking for us… It’s playing with its food.”

You all crept toward the living room, hands wrapped so tightly around your weapon that you felt the stretched skin across your knuckles ache, your sweaty palm holding onto the ax for dear life as you searched around the room.

Hearing the boy muttering to himself, you turned your attention toward Steve as the boy really lost it, rushing toward the landline, “This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy!”

Nancy ripped the Byers’ phone from Steve’s grip, throwing it to the floor as Steve swiveled toward her, chest heaving, “What are you do- What are you doing? Are you insane!”

“It’s going to come back, so you need to leave. Right now.”

As if the weight of the evening had finally hit him, Steve made his exit swiftly. Barely paying attention to the slamming of the door, you gripped the ax tighter and continued to look around, body straightening as the lights began to flicker, disorientating you before eventually turning off completely.

It was back.

A loud growl caused you to spin on the spot, the large creature stood tall behind Jonathan, yours and Nancy’s joint shouts of his name not quite preparing him for being knocked to the floor, the bat rolling out of his hand and away from you all as he tried his best to keep the creature's claws away from his sternum, the drool dripping over his face as he gasped for air.

Steve dashed toward his car, tripping over the gravel and fallen leaves and eventually dropping his car keys like some bad horror movie cliche. Unlocking his door, he turned to see the lights flash, the flickering Christmas lights felt much less cheerful than before.

His eyes fell to the floor as he leaned against his open door, looking for what had tripped him. And there, strewn across the driveway and half dragged by his own foot, was your abandoned jacket, a splatter of blood on the sleeve that he hadn’t noticed before.

He heard the gun go off, again and again, and Nancy’s voice sounded so distant as if his head was being held underwater and despite being close in vicinity, he was unable to understand her, the blood in his ears crashing in waves too loudly to distinguish any actual words.

And then he heard it. A bloodcurdling, gut-wrenching scream.

And he was off.

“Jonathan!” You yelled, panting as you watched Nancy unload bullet after bullet into the monster, finally casting its attention away from the downed boy and toward her.

Your body felt too heavy as if your bones had been replaced with steel rods, your feet dipped in cement, gluing you to the spot.

It felt like an out-of-body experience. Like you were witnessing everything that was happening, but you weren’t really in the room. Mouth agape and eyes like saucers, you watched as the bullets barely slowed the thing down.

It wasn’t until you heard the dejected, empty click of the gun’s barrel that you were finally able to unstick yourself. Your body moved before your brain had realized, arms pulling back as you swung with all of your might, the ax colliding with the monster's back and lodging into it, tearing the skin as its blood oozed, a loud, horrific screech falling from the mouth of the monster as it turned, swiping you away as if you were nothing more than a fly, buzzing around him on a warm summer’s eve.

A sharp scream pierced your ears, the sound physically hurting you and it took a moment to realize that the scream had fallen from your lips. Colliding with the wall on the other side of the room, the wind knocked out of you was the least of your problems.

The monster hovered over you, and despite not having eyes, it felt like it could see right into your own. Lifting a large, clawed arm, the monster released a horrendous roar, only to be stopped mid-swing as a bat swung into the back of its head, knocking it off balance as it collapsed to the floor, briefly stunned.

The flashing lights mixed with the pounding of your head, leaving you to barely keep up with the scene in front of you.

The nailed bat swung again and again, the sickening sound etched in your memory as it connected with skin. It twisted in the boy’s hand before he released another strong swing that knocked it backward and into the bear trap.

You wondered if Steve had ever been on the school’s baseball team.

Nancy pulled you up and into the safety of the hallway, alerting Jonathan to throw the lighter down, watching as the monster went up in a blaze of glory. Once the fire was out, Nancy assisted you back toward the living room, watching as the lights flickered, following it outside.

“Where’s it going?” Nancy asked, brows pulled together as she left you leaning on the door frame.

Jonathan’s words barely registered in your mind as you hunched over, the pain wracking your body. A clammy hand gripped the door frame as you tried to suck in a deep breath, seemingly coming up short every time, the pain that was encompassing you, forcing it right back out in small gasps.

You felt woozy, as if your body was filled with jello instead of actual muscle and bones and it felt consistently harder to keep your eyes from fluttering shut.

“Holy shit, is she okay?”

Glancing toward you, Nancy did a double take as she saw you wobble, one arm held tight against your abdomen, and it was then that she saw it.

“We need to get her to a hospital-”

Nancy’s words died on the tip of her tongue as she lunged forward in an attempt to stop your body from hitting the hard wooden porch as your legs gave out. Jonathan quickly assisted, taking you from her and lowering you slowly, letting you rest against the wall, “Hey, listen, I just… I need to see it. I need to see how bad it is.”

Tears fell from your eyes as Jonathan sucked in a sharp breath, his dark eyes tinged red as he tried to force back his own tears. The blood had stained your bare forearm, cascading down, the beginnings of a puddle gathering on the floor, the waistband of your jeans soaked a few shades darker, and your top left with three large gashes that had cut into your abdomen.

You tried to tell him that it wasn’t a big deal, that despite your crying, there was absolutely no need for him to be. He wasn’t the one led in a pool of their own blood, favorite jeans ruined and only fit for the trash. But as the adrenaline depleted from your veins, you could barely utter a word, a pained gasp released in their place. The voices around you felt too far away like you were slowly slipping from Jonathan’s grasp, your body still there, but your mind… your soul no longer fully present.

The pain had slowly ebbed away, and despite the strong hand now holding down what seemed to be a couch cushion to your abdomen, you felt only numbness. You just felt so tired, as if the week-long sleep deprivation was finally catching up on you, nipping at your heels and threatening to pull you under, to drown you in it.

You were cold… so cold, and it took you a moment to remember your forsaken jacket left outside on the driveway, the blood from the agent hunting Eleven earlier in the day still splattered across the sleeve. Was this how he felt as he laid in a pool of his own blood, head caved in from the metal pole that you’d held in a death grip? Did he know he was dying, or was he just… gone?

Did she feel this way?

Maybe that’s the way life went. Karma was supposed to be a bitch, right? Or maybe, this was just how it worked.

You violently take a life, then you violently give a life.

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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy [S.Harrington x Henderson!Reader]

Summary: Hawkins, 1984.

After the events of the last year fighting against a Demogorgon and the Upside Down, you and your brother Dustin Henderson got into trouble after rescuing an strange slug form your trash on the Halloween's night and Steve Harrington, his strange new friendship, ends up in the middle of all the mess you and your brother made and his presence brings back an old time crush that you thought it was long forgotten.

The story sets after the first season and during the second.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, Platonic!Dustin Henderson x Reader, Platonic!Jonathan Byers x Reader and Billy Hargrove x Reader (but only if you really squint cause reader actually hates him)

A/N: reader is described by having female anatomy and uses she/her pronouns

Warnings: Described violence, major character death, some blood (cause you know, Stranger Things), Billy Hargrove being a douche (?)

Prologue:

You love October.

Mostly for the fact that october meant Halloween and Autumn, the change between summer and winter being shown on the tree leaves, and it was cold in Hawkins as you were getting ready to go to school with Dustin, your brother.

"C'mon Y/N/N, we gonna get late! " Dustin shouted at you

"A halloween costume?" Dustin replied.

"Coming!" You fastly put the last of the books on your backpack and headed outside of your room "The hell you wearing?"

"Didn't knew that they were gonna do it this year again, you sure that it's not a prank?" you said unsure to him

"How so?" he asked the same way

"I don't know Dustin, children your age are shitty sometimes" you shrugged stating the obvious

"Y/N!" your mom shouted at your choice of languge

"Sorry mom!" you said to her

"You look great Dusty, you really outdid yourself!" you said impressed

Dustin was wearing a Ghost Busters costume, nerdy thing, as you like to call it but you smiled softly at the way he turned in front of you to show the full costume "But hey...what do you think?"

"Thanks" he said proudly

"Is the rest of the Party going like that too?" you asked him referring to Mike, Will and Lucas

"Yes! We got it all done and wanted to go like on the movie" he showed you the ghost trap he created

You take a step back to give plenty of room for your mother to take pictures of Dustin, you smiled looking at the scene.

"Awesome" you say happily to him

"Let me take a photo Dusty!" your mom said arriving back on the living room.

You were grateful that he and The Party were gave a chance to live a normal life since last years events with the Upside Down thing, with the miss and founding of Will and the loss of Eleven, they deserved a chance to be kids again while they could. Things were tripy because of that, you grown up watching over Dustin and his friends and even being considered one of them, the "only girl that is cool and is allowed" as Mike used to say (before Eleven of course) so Will's desapearence had a toll on you too and before you were even involved with everything, you were there for Joyce and Jonathan. Jonathan has been your best friend since you and your family moved to Hawkins so it was only that you had to be there for him as well, before and after the Demorgon.

"Mom we really have to go, we gonna be late" you informed looking at the clock on the wall.

"Oh that's right! So come on then darling, let take a picture of you and your brother and then you can go." she said

"Bye mom!" Dustin wished as he left

"Yes ma'am!" You moved next to Dustin and hugged him by the shoulder and your mother took the photo "Ok, we going!"

"Have a nice day darlings!" she said patting Mews while you closed the front door.

"You going trick and treating today right?" you asked as you got onto your bike

"Yep! Straight to that" he answered, feet on the pedals

"Bring me some candies please" you asked him

"Caramel?" he said

"Caramel!" You hoped on your bikes and made your way to the school, the chilly air hiting directly on your cheeks.

"When will you stop calling me that?" he deadpanned

As you arrived school and puted your bike on it's place, you headed straight to your locker to get the books for the periods of the day. As you were closing it, Jonathan was heading straight to you greeting you on the distance and you waved back to him "Hey there Johnny Bunny"

"How about never?" you asnwered closing the door of your locker

"It was just once, and i was little, it doesn't even count!" he tried to argument

It totally sucked, you weren't even paying attention on the class itself but you were never so fast to put your things on your backpack by the end of first period. You found Jonathan on the hallway alongside with Nancy, that seemed to be talking something to him that made him make a funny face when he was unsure of something and decided to go straight to them.

"But it happened! I'll always be grateful for Joyce telling me this" You laughed and he nudged you over with his shoulder and you guys headed for your first class of the day.

"C'mon! You gotta go, you can't just be moping around on the Halloween night!" Nancy tried to convince him of something

"I wasn't going to mop, i'm going to trick and treating with Will" Jonathan said casually

"To Tina's Halloween party! You going right?" Nancy asked you

"Y/N, tell him he has to go!" Nancy pleaded you

"I'm sorry, go where?" you asked as you reached them

"Erm...she invited me but i wasn't really planing on going" you shrugged off

"You guys are the worst! Jonathan you have to go" Nancy pleaded again

"Fine, i'll go" you said defeated, you really have to stop to say yes so easily

"Well, i'll go if Y/N/N's going too" You looked at him with a "Dude??" face but saw on his eyes a pleading and you were sure that it was only because Nancy was going, even if meant that she would be with Steve Harrington, and because you knew that Nancy wouldn't take a step back till Jonathan said that he was going.

"Thank you! See you guys there" Nancy said and walked away while you turned to Jonathan.

"You owe me this one" you point a finger up at him

"Why?" he asked puzzled

"First of all: I wasn't even planing to put my feet on Tina's party. Second: You were actually giving big puppy eyes to help you out to go because you can't say no to Nancy and Third: for to having me look for a costume with no space of time to look for one" you huffed up at Jonathan

"Don't worry, i'll help you out with that" He chuckled to you and followed you while getting lost in conversation about other dosens of things that it's not about Nancy or Tina's party.

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apomaro-mellow · 11 months

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The Bright Side S01E01: Birthday Blues

The first installment of my Stranger Things sitcom-style fic! Enjoy!

"There he goes again", Jim said, looking at something through the blinds.

"Are you spying on the neighbors?", El asked, coming down to make herself some waffles.

"I'm observing his horrible lawn-mowing technique." Just outside the window, the teenage son of the neighbor next door struggled with a lawn mower. His lines were uneven and Jim knew he wouldn't go back and fix it.

"You could give him some landscaping tips you know."

"If I go over there and try tellin' him what to do that devil-woman will go all mama bear on me." Jim didn't move from his position all the same.

Just then, Steve sped down the stairs, hurrying to pull his jacket on and glance at the fridge. "Rob is gonna kill me! I'm late!" He grabbed and apple and was about to rush out the backdoor when El got up and took him by the elbow. She put a finger to her lips and pointed to their father.

"Are we still on for tonight?", she whispered.

"Yes. Of course. I'll have everything ready", Steve whispered back.

"You kids better not be schemin' behind my back", Jim said without turning around.

"You know El's too innocent to scheme. I'll be back at 6", Steve said before rushing out the door.

Jim mumbled something under his breath about unkempt lawns. El watched for a moment more before leaving as well. She had to finalize today's plans with her friends.

She was practically buzzing when she got to Dustin's house, elated that he already had a whole chalkboard set up in his living room. Max, Lucas, and Will were there too. And Mike. But Will was already sitting next to him so El sat next to Max.

"Alright. Operation Birthday will soon commence", Dustin said. "Everyone remember their jobs?"

"Will and I are going to get him out of the house", El said. "That way the decorations team can come in."

"Max and I are on decorations, because we're the only ones with taste", Lucas grinned.

Then Dustin pointed to himself. "Then Mike and I will procure the present. Which should be arriving from the post office any minute now."

Mike raised his hand. "Remind me again why we're throwing on a party for him?"

"Because he's my father", El glowered. Mike was cute but sometimes he could be a buttmunch. He made it so hard to crush on him some days.

"I think if we're nice to Mr. Hopper, he'll be nicer to us", Will figured. "And maybe stop bickering with my mom."

"Okay, keep these things in mind for everything to go right", Dustin began underlining things on the chalkboard. "Don't let Mr. Hopper and Ms. Byers alone together. Don't let him into the house too early. And do everything perfectly."

"Yeah, how hard can that be?", Mike rolled his eyes.

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"So we're heading to your place right after work?", Robin asked as she stacked some tapes.

"I mean yeah. It's just gonna be me, my dad, my sister, and her friends. A couple of the neighbors", Steve shrugged.

"Oh just? Steve, that's like a dozen people at least. Of course you'd think that's a small get together."

"It's just my dad's birthday. So I mean, if you wanna come...it's really just gonna be us. El and her friends will probably pick a corner and play some game. My dad's probably just gonna argue with Joyce the whole time so-"

"Sounds like you'll be defenseless without me. Or were you hoping to strike up a conversation with Jonathan Byers?"

"Would that be smart?"

"It would be wise, which is different from being smart", Robin pointed out.

"I don't think I'm either. Smart or wise." Steve took some of the tapes Robin had stacked and started carrying them to the shelves.

"You're a wiseass, close enough. Your sister is already friends with the littlest Byers. Maybe if you and Jonathan get really friendly, your parents will too."

"Imagine me, a diplomat", Steve said as he looked around. "It's kinda weird how not-busy we are on a Saturday afternoon, right?"

"Sshh! Don't jinx it! If we're lucky, we'll be out of business before lunch", Robin swiped at him.

"Excuse you, I would like it if I didn't have to go job hunting every week. Bad enough that the freezer at Scoops Ahoy exploded."

"Yeah, who would've thought an ice cream freezer would explode?"

"We promised the NDAs we would never speak of it again."

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El was pulling her father out of the house by the hand. "Come on Dad, you have to see this."

Will followed from behind, putting a finger to his lips as Max and Lucas silently snuck in through another door, box full of decorations. Once Will closed the front door, they let out a breath.

"Okay, we've got an hour to get all this stuff up", Lucas said, opening the box.

"Wait, Lucas", Max held a hand up. "We've got a whole hour."

"Yeah? I just said that."

"This is gonna take us 10 minutes tops. Which means we can do a little...", Max's eyes looked this way and that about the living room.

Lucas' chin jutted a little. "Snoop?"

"Not snooping. Just...exploring."

"I'm not looking through El's stuff. 1. she's a girl. and 2. she's a party member. That breaks two rules. And Hopper probably just has old man underwear and cologne."

Max's head cocked. "Steve's stuff?"

"Let's go!"

They bounded up the stairs without a moment's hesitation.

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Steve in the middle of trying to both sell a video and get a date when the phone at the desk rang.

"Family Video, bringing home entertainment to your whole family. This is Steve, how may I help you?"

"Steve? It's El. We have a problem."

"What is it? What's going on?"

"So we started Operation Birthday-"

"That sounds like one of Dustin's plans. I told you to stop scheming with those guys-"

"Steve, Dad's leg is broken!"

"What?", Steve breathed out. He tried gesturing for Robin to start grabbing his things from the breakroom and it took some wild movements as she first picked up a tape, then pointed to a chair, and then finally realized he wanted his keys and jacket. All through this, El was telling him how Jim slipped on a skateboard (probably Max's) and Joyce had to drive them to the hospital.

"I'm on my way." He hung up and turned to Robin.

"Go. I'll take care of things here. Save me some cake?"

"Will do. And you're the best!"

"That's why you imprinted on me!", she shouted at his back as he left the store.

Steve sped down the road and pretty much bulldozed his way into the hospital before getting to the room where they were seeing Jim. He looked up in surprise.

"Where's the fire kiddo?"

"El said you broke your leg!", Steve panted out.

"It's more of a sprain really", Joyce piped up from the chair she was sitting in. "But you wouldn't know it from how he bawled like a baby."

"Hey I think I have a right to scream and shout when my leg's outta whack."

"You got your little girl in a panic and she called your son down", Joyce waved a hand at Steve.

"Better than leaving me at the mercy of you."

"Well maybe I should've let Will drive you to the hospital, how about that?"

Jim had a comeback for that while El slid in next to Steve with a sigh. "They were like this the whole. way. here."

"Well, that's what you get for your schemes. Joyce said it's just a sprain though. He should be fine. But I'm sorry it didn't go the way you planned." Steve gave her a pat on the shoulder.

Lucas and Max came in, along with Jonathan and Will.

"Will told us everything!", Lucas exclaimed.

"So uh, did you ever find the punk the skateboard belonged to?", Max asked, eyes shifty. "Because I bet it was Todd Palmer."

"Definitely", Lucas agreed. "Definitely Todd Palmer. There's no way it could belong to any of us." Which got him a swift smack in the arm from Max.

"What's this about plans and schemes?", Jim asked, bypassing all of the rest.

El let out a sigh. "We were trying to surprise you for your birthday." She looked utterly heartbroken.

"C'mere, kiddo", Jim said from the hospital bed. He enveloped his daughter in a hug. "You know what we always say. It's the thought that counts. You know I don't need a big party or fancy gifts-"

Mike and Dustin bursted through the doors. "You guys won't believe what we had to go through to get this gift!", Dustin shouted.

"Dude! Hospital! Inside voice!", Steve also shouted though not as loudly.

"We were waiting for the mailman, right?", Mike launched, ignoring Steve. "But the truck drove right past us-"

"So we're chasin' and chasin' after this guy, shouting at him to stop the car-", Dustin continued.

"And he goes all the way back to the post office-"

"We get in, try and tell them what happened but they won't give it to us without proof of address which is totally agist-"

"So we had to sneak into the back and find the box but we got caught and they started chasing us and I'm pretty sure we just committed a felony."

"But we got the present~", Dustin sang triumphantly, holding the box over his head.

He put it at the foot of Jim's bed and everyone looked at him expectantly. Jim rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore the possible package theft that the two kids committed and grabbed the box. It did in fact have their current address on it. He opened it and took out book with the utmost reverence.

"Is that?", Steve started to ask.

"My mother's recipes", Jim confirmed. He looked to El. "How did you?"

"I have my ways", she smiled. "You told me she had a pancake recipe that would make me forget all about waffles."

Jim laughed softly. "That she did." He pulled her in for another hug and kissed the top of her head. "Thanks, kid."

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Later, Jim was released and Steve helped him into the house and onto the couch. The other kids felt bad even now and were still lingering around in the house even though they had nothing to do.

"Just relax and let cable TV soothe you", Dustin said as he turned on the television while Steve went up to his room.

"Which one of you little nerds went through my stuff?!", he shouted from upstairs.

Lucas and Max shared a look of panic before bolting from the house.

Episode 2

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