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s1ater · 2 years

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Hii! I have a request🌼 İt is reader x louis partridge where they are both famous and they have a loooooooongggg interview about their relationship pleasee, and full off fluff if possible

Thank you🖤

Have a great night/morning🥂🌃

couple's questions.

pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

about. above

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. the links within the text are reference photos i guess. not very long because idk sorry lol x

who asked who out first?

“me, i did,” louis mumbled right away, rubbing his jaw as you stared up at him with narrowed brows.

“yeah, after millie made you.”

“no,” his own brows narrowed as he looked down to you.

“yes,” you nodded your head, your mouth slightly opened as he stared at you with confused eyes, “lou, she bought your birthday present for me too.”

“you know about that?”

favorite memory together?

“i have.. none,” louis swiped his nose slightly, bluntly speaking.

"i have to agree."

he's struck offended.

wallpapers?

“lou’s mine,” you held up your phone after unlocking it before showing a facetime photo from when he had fallen asleep on his couch. “he’s also my- well we’re both on my lock screen,” you hit the power button before hitting it again causing the screen to light up and show the two of hugging each other after a day at the beach. “millie also took that,” you smiled before tucking your phone back in your pocket.

“she’s only my lock screen,” he held up his phone, showing a selfie of him having an arm wrapped around your shoulders from behind in new york. “my home screen is just me and my sisters.”

you smiled at the thought of the photo as he stuck his phone in his pocket then looking over to you, smiling.

favorite gift one has received/given?

your eyes brightened at the question before looking to louis who was already looking at you, a light laugh flying past his lips. his arm extended behind the two of you, his hand lightly grasping the back of your neck, giving it a light squeeze before wrapping around your waist.

“well, i’d say the silver chain that has louis’ name on it, but millie was the one who actually gave it to me, so..” you shrugged your shoulders causing him to lightly roll his eyes before fiddling with the thick gold bracelet on your left wrist that he had a matching pair of on his own wrist, something he bought himself for the both of you.

“she bought me my ‘heaven can wait’ sweater” he said bluntly, “i wear it a lot, but it seems she wears it more than i do.”

you laugh lightly, running your eyes along his jaw.

"you know, before we started dating my closet was filled with clothes, but ever since we've gotten together i only have the option of wearing the same thing every day," his tone is slightly annoyed but has playful banter hidden underneath as he lightly pinches you.

you smile hard, thinking about how much your closet has expanded and how it shouldn't even have to matter whether or not he has clothes at home due to how much louis is at your house in the first place.

over the summer, you both had talked about moving in with each other a lot of the time sense it seemed you both already did at your parents homes. you were almost never apart.

who gets annoyed the most?

“louis.”

“what,” he frowns hard looking to you, “that is such bs, there is no way it’s me.”

“you’re getting annoyed right now,” you grin, extending your pointer finger to him, making his brows furrow more. he stared at you a minute more before slapping your finger down.

"yeah, sure; me."

night in or night out?

you both look to each other and you frown slightly in thought. you can tell louis already has his answer by the way he smiles like a sick dog, his hand slapping onto your thigh, "night in."

he's asked 'why' by the interviewer--further extending the grin on his face, "because you can't make out in public."

you scoff, your face beginning to feel hot, "i'd agree, but not... for his reasons."

not totally anyways.

"oh, cmon love," he slightly elbows you in the ribs, "be honest."

"louis, quit being a perv," you shake your head in slight annoyance.

although the two of you do make out, a lot, nights in don't pertain to that idea, totally. you always find time to schedule movie nights, card nights, or even just plainly eat dinner with each others family.

as much as you loved going out, it got harder the more publicity you both faced from recent movies and shows you both did. you couldn't go a minute without a camera being shoved into your face.

what is one thing you both can't live without?

"lou absolutely can not live without his phone."

"neither can you, sweetheart," his voice is sour as he looks down to you, practically scowling at your insinuation.

"yes i can," you narrowed your brows, "you're such a phone face, lou, you don't even know it."

"since when?"

"since i've met you," you dumbfounded, "anytime i try and communicate to you, it takes about five minutes for you to finally get off your phone and look at me."

he winces a bit, knowing it's true, but he still shakes his head with the kiss of his teeth, "afraid not, love."

"fine, we'll put it down for something we both can't live without."

"no," he shakes his head, "i'm changing mine to you."

your face goes soft, and you look up to him, almost caught off guard, "louis, that's actually so sweet."

"what can i say, i'm a sweet man."

navigation.

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mya-cookie-eater · 1 month

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Imagine…

You’re your comfort characters comfort character

C/c=comfort character

Warning ⚠️:kinda sad at the end but at first kinda cute I also didn’t reread this so it might be rushed and not make sense mb plus it’s short

A/n: send request for stories like these I like writing them.🙃 pick a specific character tho and I’ll tell you if I can do them or not (please send requests)

After a long day of school/work they come home and lay in bed they grab their pillow and began to speak. “hey y/n I had a good day today I almost got into a fight but I didn’t because I thought of you and how you wouldn’t want me to do that how you would want me to be the bigger person so I talked to them about it and I know you fight sometimes but you wouldn’t want me to risk everything by fighting so yeah how was your day??” In their mind the pillow came to life forming your face and body into it. “I had a good day just chilled on your bed you know” you looked into the eyes of C/C and grabbed the side of their face. “I’m proud of you I’m so proud of you” you hugged them and then you laid on their chest they hugged back and you started to cuddle they you felt something hot and wet they were crying. “what’s wrong??” You asked and put their face into your hands. “I love you but your not real” their world of happiness collapsing with those words. Your.Not.Real you made them happy you made them better but you weren’t real.

A/n:Hey I wrote this because I seen dd Osama confront n3on and I was proud of him and I thought of what it would be like if I had his comfort character or if I was any of my other comfort characters comfort character I seen a story similar that’s what this was based on so if you find that send me a link bc I really want to read it again they wrote it better than me

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stuckwthem · 2 years

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just warm and soft joseph quinn in your living room | fluff

summary: joseph get home after a long day of filming and is just missing you.

warnings: just will make you simp a bit more for this man

a/n: hi! this one is just me daydreaming with this damn photo of joseph quinn so hope you like it!! also, requests are open!!

p.s: english isn’t my first language, sorry for any mistake!

You’re lying on the sofa, pretty relaxed and cozy when Joseph came in. He opened the door and your eyes went directly to his face, getting worried at the instant you saw his expression. You could see how tired and sleepy he was, still wearing makeup and clothes from set, even with rings and accessories of Eddie, except for the wig, and particularly, he looked super hot.

Before you could even lift up entirely from the blankets, he holds your body, crossing his arms on your waist and kissing your forehead. His cologne was mixed up with the natural scent of his body, he was all sweaty, but you missed him so much that you didn’t even care. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling towards him. Unconsciously his weight was all supported on your knees against the sofa as he hugged you, but you didn’t complain, because he was home and all yours.

“Hi love” Joseph muttered, digging his head out of the curve of your neck to look at your eyes. You’re deeply passionate with how deep and soft his dark orbs were, especially when he is appreciating your face.

“Hi baby” you replied, feeling like your chest could explode just by looking at him. Certainly, you were overwhelmed with all those feelings. He looked just the same as you.

“How was your day?” he asked, in an almost whisper against your lips.

“Terrible, I missed you so fucking much” Without being able to hide your silly smile from your face, you tried to keep a serious and sad tone. “Yours?”

“Pretty much the same” Joe replied fast, going in for a sweet kiss.

You kissed his soft lips back without hesitation, taking your hands to his face and holding it gently. His arms clung even tighter around you and a sigh escaped from your lips, making him chuckle. Suddenly, your stomach dropped when you felt yourself falling, a little scream leaving your throat with the shock, but then your back hit the soft couch and Joseph was on top of you, still with his hands on your waist, but now with a different smile. That one that always made you feel dizzy.

“You should come with me to the set one day, just hangout a bit with the cast, you know?” the curly-haired suggested, separating the kiss and looking into you again with his damn puppy eyes. “Would be so nice having you there with me, and then maybe…Just maybe I wouldn’t miss you that much”

His lips pressed yours again, less kindly but more slow than the first time. It was almost hypnotizing the way he always kissed you, leaving your head empty and blown away. Your hands automatically went to his hair, messing it up as he was going down with the kisses to the sensitive skin of your neck. A satisfied moan echoed through the room with his laugh again. Joseph loved how you never could stand still when his mouth was on you.

“Yeah, I doubt that” you teased him, rolling your eyes just to provoke the curly-head. “I would be in the corner while your super famous friends talk about their last Emmys or something.”

Joe instantly stopped kissing you to stare you dead in the eyes, with his furrowed eyebrows, denying with his head.

“Of course not, you won’t be excluded, besides Sadie and Keery are always asking me about you” he said in almost an offended voice. “And I will be there, surely not chatting about… awards when I have this pretty girl waiting for me”

You laughed with how big he widened his eyes like you’re saying some absurd lie. He held your chin, admiring your face with a side grin. Your face started to burn and Joseph let out a heavy sigh, with his eyes glowing towards you.

“You know I love you so much” he stated, caressing your cheeks. Ugh. You wanted to hold him so strongly that you two just combine into one. It was a weird thought but surely a lovesick one.

“I love you more” you replied, with a murmur. He was so close that you felt like the world got smaller and there was just the two of you.

“Oh, don’t get me started” he scoffed with a nasal laugh before kissing you again.

#joseph quinn #josephquinn #stranger things #eddie munson #y/n #pov #steve harrington #joe keery #strangerthings #sadie sink #strangerthings fanfic #fanfic #joseph quinn x reader

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harringtonlovers · 1 year

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HEAD OVER HEELS | WALLY CLARK x OC!

Summary: "something happens and i'm head over heels,"

natalia warner never expected to stumble upon the secret basement located in the boiler room underneath her school. she also never expected to come across wally clark, the school's jock and most recent death.

Note: absolutely obsessed with milo & wally rn. so i made a fanfic on wattpad (trying it out). this is also set in the 80s! hope y’all enjoy <3

ao3:

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talesofesther · 2 years

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Learning with the fall

Max Mayfield x Reader

Summary: Max figures out her feelings.

A/N: A little idea that I had while writing these headcanons, and had to elaborate.

Masterlist

It was the end of August and the sun was setting, the skate park was partially crowded with kids and teens laughing and talking loudly. Deep green leaves swirled with the wind around the area, molding the place into one of a summer dream.

Max's red hair took on a golden shine, the sun kissed her freckles the same way you wished you could.

She walked beside you, skateboard held under her arm whilst you held onto the shoelaces of your rollerblades.

"Ugh, I hate it when there's this many people," Max complained, bright blue eyes scanning the cement slopes and watching a boy fall off his skate and into his butt. She scoffed, amateurs.

You sat down on the edge of one of the ramps, taking off your shoes to replace them with rollerblades. "Well, with a day like this, no wonder everyone's out."

The red-haired girl looked down at you, her lips pursed. The rips in your jeans revealed a healing wound, one you earned the first time you set foot on top of her skateboard.

The memory made Max's heart tingle. Your hands had been holding on to hers strongly, bodies almost touching before she inevitably let you go.

You only learn if you get it wrong first, if you get hurt first.

Max didn't enjoy the crimson red of the blood on your skin, her heart rate spiked when you collided with the ground. That kind of feeling for you was new, she hadn't given it much thought since then.

"Let's see if we can find a place." Max decided once you got up.

You did find a place, a secluded part of the park under a huge willow tree. The cement was covered in leaves and there were fewer ramps here, but also fewer people.

Max stepped up on her skateboard, getting over a small slope on the ground before settling her speed to match yours.

You stretched your arms, gazing down towards your feet with the ghost of a smile as you moved with the small wheels.

"When are you going to try again?" Max quirked an eyebrow, raising her arm beside you as well. The tip of her fingers brushed yours, goosebumps ran over her skin.

There was no movement from you to break the contact, your rollerblades moved in tandem with her skateboard. You turned your palm up, fingers curling around Max's. "Maybe when the repercussions of my last attempt are healed."

Max giggled, wind bringing strands of red hair over her eyes; the sun on her face making her squint. "You're such a wimp."

You theatrically raised a hand over your chest. "You wound me, Maxine."

As you moved, your head blocked the sun, highlighting your profile with a golden glow.

Max's smile faded slowly, her gaze never leaving you. She watched as a halo of beauty formed around you, capturing her heart with a strong grip. Max watched your eyes meet hers, a huge smile on your lips that brought sweat to her palms. She watched, as the fog lifted and her feelings came into focus.

The skateboard's wheel got caught up in a bigger leaf. It should be no big deal, but Max's mind was numb with the image of you under this new light.

She stumbled forward with force, certainly earning a bloody nose if it wasn't for your quick reflexes.

You were in front of her in a matter of seconds, both arms around her waist and saving her from the fall. One of them at least.

Max's chin rested against your shoulder as she caught her breath, both her hands squeezing your biceps. Your perfume invaded her senses and she became oh so aware of the way her body was glued to yours.

You pulled away to catch a glimpse of her eyes. You brought a hand up, pushing stray, messy hairs behind Max's ears. "Hey, you alright?"

Heat crawled up Max's cheeks, the brush of your fingers against her skin made a shiver run down her back. The air left her lungs when she raised her head and her nose almost brushed yours.

There was a moment of silence, a moment where your eyes locked with hers and Max heard her own heartbeat.

"Yeah, never better."

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

Max’s taglist: @milkiane @bookfrog242

Let me know if you wanna be added to her taglist.

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simp4wom3n · 1 year

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Masterlist

✨= fluff 🥀= angst Actresses:

Elizabeth Olsen:

~~~~ work in progress ~~~~

Jenna Ortega:

The Girl of your Dreams ~ ✨

You Are All I Need ~ ✨✨

Requited Love ~ ✨>🥀

Celebrity Crush - Part.2 ~ ✨✨

Live Celebrations ~ ✨✨

A Broken Promise ~ 🥀>✨

Embarrased and Adorable ~ ✨✨

Hidden Jealousy ~ ✨

Silent Scream ~ ✨

Ask Percy ~ 🥀🥀>✨

I Miss Us ~ 🥀🥀>✨

Only You ~ ✨>🥀

Florence Pugh:

~~~~ work in progress ~~~~

Sadie Sink:

~~~~ work in progress ~~~~

Alba Baptista:

A Broken Ankle + A Whole Heart ~ ✨>🥀

Characters:

Wanda Maximoff:

~~~~ work in progress ~~~~

Wednesday Addams:

~~~~ work in progress ~~~~

Tara Carpenter:

The Quiet One - Pt2 - Pt3 - Pt4 ~ 🥀🥀>✨

Ava Silva:

~~~~ work in progress ~~~~

#elizabeth olsen x reader #jenna ortega x reader #florence pugh x reader #sadie sink x reader #alba baptista x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wednesday addams x reader #ava silva x reader #elizabeth olsen x fem reader #jenna ortega x fem reader #florence pugh x fem reader #sadie sink x fem reader #alba baptista x fem reader #wanda maximoff x fem reader #wednesday addams x fem reader #ava silva x fem reader #fanfic #x reader

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fr3man · 26 days

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All Too Well - Part 2

Ghostface was well and truly back. Sam and Tara didn’t even get to the police station straight away the previous night, they were nearly shot at the bodega. The group were now being as cautious as possible. Mindy’s version of ‘cautious’ was rounding off the suspects.

The group were now currently sat on the campus of Blackmore University, Mindy stood in front of everyone.

“Okay, nerds! Listen up! As terrifying as this all is, I’m actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time... It’s fine. Okay. The way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel to the requel.”

Anika raises her hand.

“Um, what’s a requel?”

“You’re beautiful, sweetie. Let’s hold questions till the end.”

Anika smiled at her before Sam spoke up.

“Stab 1 took place in Woodsboro. Stab 2 took place in college.”

Tara looked towards Sam.

“So we think the killer is trying to copy the movies?”

Mindy pointed at Tara.

“That is one possibility. Heroes now in college: check. Suspicious new characters brought in to round out the suspect list and or body count: check, check and check.”

She pointed at Quinn, Anika and Ethan.

“I don’t like this.”

Ethan said before Molly gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“But it can’t just be about Stab 2.”

Mindy carried on.

“Why not?”

Tara’s eyebrows furrowed.

“It would make sense if this were just a sequel. But we’re not in a sequel, because nobody just makes sequels anymore… We’re in a franchise! And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise.

Sam, Anika and Molly sighed.

“I had a feeling.”

“Rule 1: everything is bigger than last time. Bigger budget, bigger cast, bigger body count. Longer chases, shootouts, beheadings. You gotta top what came before to keep people coming back.”

“Beheadings?”

Molly and Chad said in unison.

“Beheadings. Rule 2: whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. Franchises only survive by subverting expectations. If the killers last time were whiny snowflake film nerds with Letterboxd accounts instead of personalities, you bet the opposite will be true here.”

Nobody seemed to notice the face Ethan made when Mindy made a comment about Richie and Amber.

“And rule 3: no one is safe. Legacy characters? Cannon fodder at this point. Usually brought back only to be killed off in some cheap bid for nostalgia. It’s not looking too good for Gale and Kirby. Oh and that’s not even the worst part!”

Chad continues to write in his notebook.

“This is the part where she tells us the worst part.”

“The worst part is franchises are just continuing episodic instalments designed to boost an IP. Which means main characters are completely expendable now too. Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, Ellen Ripley, Sally Hardesty, Jigsaw, Tony Stark, James Bond - I mean even Luke Skywalker all died so their franchises could live on! That means it’s not just the friend group. Any of us could go at any time… especially Sam and Tara.”

Sam and Tara exchanged worried looks.

“Wait? Any of us?”

Everyone turned their heads to Ethan as he spoke.

“Yeah.”

“Am- am I in the friend group?”

“Yeah.”

“Am I like one of the targets?… At least I won’t die a virgin.”

The entire group gave him puzzled looks whereas Molly hit him on the arm.

“Babe, seriously?”

Mindy looked kinda grossed out.

“TMI, keep it in the bedroom. But it brings us to our current suspects.”

She stepped in front of Ethan.

“Ethan. The shy and dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky.”

“Okay, why am I on the suspect list because I’m randomly Chad’s roommate?”

Ethan motions towards Chad defensively.

Mindy looks at him like he’s an idiot.

“Roommate lotteries can be juked, you could’ve fixed it to get next to us! And the fact that you just so happen to be interested in Molly?”

“Okay, what does Molly have to do with this?”

“Well, we all know how her last relationship turned out…”

Tara and Chad immediately jumped to her defence and everyone else seemed surprised at Mindy’s audacity.

“Mindy, seriously?”

Tara looked at her angrily.

Chad looked very irritated.

“Mindy, come on!”

Molly was staring daggers against her.

“Can you not bring up Amber?”

Mindy shrugged her shoulders.

“Whatever, I’m just saying… be careful…”

Molly furrowed her brows and felt a pit in her stomach.

Molly blocked out the rest of what Mindy said. What if she was right? What if Ethan was the killer? What if he betrays her just like Amber did? She tried to snap out of it and tell herself that he’d never do that but the voice at the back of her mind was telling her to never say never.

She was snapped out of her thoughts she. Sam spoke.

“Okay, so we have our rules and we have our suspects.”

“Wait, what about you guys?”

Ethan motioned with his hand to the 5 survivors.

“I mean, I think it’s pretty safe to rule out the 5 of us who went through this last year in Woodsboro.”

Chad smiled at Mindy.

“Agreed.”

Quinn shook her head.

“Not agreed. What if the trauma you all went through caused one or more of you to snap?”

Ethan agreed with Quinn.

“Yeah, or if the fame you got from the killings made you thirsty for more. I mean, let’s be honest here, some of the theories online about Sam are-“

Tara immediately cut him off.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Molly hit him in the arm again.

Anika tried to diffuse the situation.

“Okay, she’s right though. I mean face facts, if we’re all suspects - you’re all suspects.”

The 5 looked at each other worriedly.

Molly gets up from her seat.

“As much as I love discussing which of us I think is a murderer, I’m going home.”

Tara gets up from her seat.

“I’m coming too.”

Molly looked at Ethan.

“I’ll see you later.”

He nodded.

“See ya.”

The pair immediately walked off before anyone else even moved. Tara just knew something was wrong with Molly.

“You okay?”

Molly nodded her head.

“Mhm… just thinking about what Mindy said.”

“Just ignore her, alright?”

“No, Tara she’s got a point. It could easily be him.”

“But it also might not be him.”

“Let’s face it, he’s either the killer or he’s gonna get killed. That’s just how it works.”

Tara linked her arm in Molly’s.

“As long as we stick together as best we can, that should keep us all safe. And I’ll always be here for you.”

They looked at each other and smiled softly.

“Thanks, Tara. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

After a few seconds of silence, Molly spoke up again.

“Y’know, he really reminds me of Wes.”

Tara looked at her.

“Yeah?”

Molly nodded whilst holding back tears.

“Yeah. They have the same stupid smile.. and they’re really good at cheering you up. When I first met Ethan I just immediately felt like Wes had come back to me.”

Parts of Ethan made her think of Amber too - the way they’d both comfort her when she needed it, the way they’d let her vent about her dad, the fact they were both the first people she’d go to if anything happened, the way she thought of them as her entire world - but she couldn’t bring herself to talk about it.

Tara and Molly arrived back at their apartment and sat down on the couch together. Not long after, the sound of keys could be heard and Sam came in.

“Hey.. are you okay?”

The girls shrugged.

“I just really don’t want to go through this again.”

Tara put her arm around Molly.

Sam sat down on the couch with them.

“Hey, I promise I’ll do everything I can to protect you. To protect you all. Which reminds me, I’ve told everyone to stay over here tonight.”

“That’s a good idea - safety in numbers.”

“Exactly.”

Sam smiled at her.

“Everyone will be here in a little bit so it’ll just be us three until then. If you want, we could go to the store and buy some food so we can cook dinner later?”

Tara and Molly nodded.

“That sounds nice.”

Sam got up from the couch.

“Come on, we should go while it’s still daytime.”

A couple of hours go by. At this point, everyone is at the apartment… except Ethan. He told Chad and Molly that he had an econ class. What was so urgent about a college class with everything that was going on?

Molly didn’t like Ethan’s absence one bit - it was just making her more and more worried. Tara and Chad were the first to notice.

Molly went into the kitchen to get glasses for the dinner table. Tara and Chad were in the middle of cooking when she walked in and her entire demeanour was off. They exchanged a look before Tara put a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey. You okay?”

Molly nodded but her face remained emotionless.

“Yep, fine.”

Chad knew better of course.

“Dude, come on.We know when something is bothering you.”

“I said I’m fine, Chad.”

“We know there’s a lot going on and I know you’re probably worrying because Ethan isn’t here-”

“Chad. Look, I appreciate it but I’m fine, alright?”

Chad and Tara looked at each other again before looking at her again.

“We’re here if you want to talk, okay?”

Tara’s voice was full of genuine care and concern.

“Thanks…”

She left the kitchen and placed the glasses on the table.

Mindy and Molly entered the kitchen a couple of minutes later.

“Sam!”

Mindy called her into the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“We do not have to stay here.”

“Well, too bad. I insist. Safety in numbers.”

Chad had a big smile on his face.

“This’ll be so fun. A little slumber party with the Alive Five!”

Sam furrowed her brows.

“Alive Five?”

“Yeah.”

“The fucking what?”

Molly looked at him with a very confused expression.

Tara looked at him in slight disbelief.

“Did you just give us a nickname?”

“I sure did. We’ve been through a lot together, and it’s a pretty cool nickname.”

Molly and Mindy just looked at him like he was stupid.

“That’s debatable.”

Sam looked down at the floor, holding in a laugh.

“It’s extremely debatable.”

“You can’t just give yourself a nickname, dingus.”

Mindy smiled mischievously.

“Of course I can, dingus, because I just did. Alive Five, up top!”

He lifted his arm, waiting for a high five.

Mindy shook her head.

“No.”

He turned to Tara.

“Down low!”

“Get that away from me.”

He then turned to Molly.

“Come on!”

“Fuck off.”

He finally turned to Sam.

“Please, for the love of God!”

Sam was smiling and it was clear she was tempted.

“Don’t do it!”

Mindy begged Sam not to go along with his bullshit.

Everyone was on the verge of laughing.

“Y’know, I would actually like a little more respect and support from my fellow members of the Alive Five.”

Their attention was then turned to Anika when she shouted them.

“Guys! What the hell?”

She turned up the volume on the TV and everyone went into the living room.

The news headline read ‘PRIME SUSPECT SAMANTHA CARPENTER’.

“We’re hearing from sources inside the homocide division that the prime suspect is none other than Samantha Carpenter, one of the survivors of the Woodsboro killings in 2022, seen here attacking a woman on the streets last night.”

It then showed a video of her ‘attacking’ the girl who approached them after the Halloween party.

“In the wake of the Woodsboro tragedy last year, rumours sprouted online that Carpenter was responsible for the killings, blaming the crimes on her boyfriend, Richie Kirsch and teen Amber Free-”

Sam grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. She walked into the dining room and sat at the table, looking downwards.

Tara cautiously followed her and sat down next to her.

“I know you’re not a fan of the way I’ve been handling things, and that I’ve been giving you a really hard time. But I can say that none of us can relate to what you’re experiencing. And I’m really, really sorry that you have to do that alone.”

The twins, Molly and Anika listened to what Tara was saying to her sister and they were all relieved that Tara was finally getting along with her compared to recently.

Sam shook her head whilst holding back tears.

“It’s not your fault. And I know I shouldn’t care what people think.”

She pauses for a second and wipes a tear of her face.

“It just sucks being this hated.”

The twins and Molly then walked in.

“Hey. Just a reminder, not a single person in this room hates you.”

Chad said as the three of them sat down.

“Okay? We have all been through some fucked-up stuff, and we are coping with it differently. But, I mean we moved here together for one very specific reason… We’re a team.”

Sam smiled at Chad’s words.

“We are the Alive fuckin’ Five.”

Mindy smiled as she said this.

Chad turned his head.

“Thank you very much.”

“I hate myself.”

The twins exchanged a high five and Molly quietly laughed.

“You said it.”

Tara was smiling a lot, as was Sam.

Chad looked so proud.

“That’s what I’m talking about. It’s the Alive Five.”

Mindy looked at Tara.

“Say it.”

“No, I’m not gonna say it.“

“Molly, come on you say it.”

She laughed and shook her head.

“Definitely not.”

Chad tried to convince her.

“Come on, it’s got a nice ring to it.”

Sam suddenly spoke.

“I’ve been sleeping with Cute Boy from across the hall.”

The group went silent before they erupted into cheers.

“I fucking knew it!”

Tara clapped her hands together.

Sam looked confused.

“Yes! Chad, give it, come on!”

Chad rolled his eyes whilst smiling and handed Molly $20.

“Knew it from the day you had that hickey.”

Mindy’s comment made the group laugh.

“I feel like we should high five or something.”

Chad held his hand towards and the group all joined hands.

“The Alive Five high five, may we please?”

Tara laughed.

“Don’t call it that but we’ll do the high five.”

Sam’s phone started ringing and Danny’s name was lit up on the screen.

Tara’s face lit up and she held the phone up.

“No, Tara.”

Sam was holding in a laugh.

“Hey, so what are your intentions?”

The group burst into laughter.

“Tara, give it here.”

Tara went to pass it to Molly, the pair of them laughing, before Sam took it back.

“It’s fine. I’ll call him back.”

“Poor guy.”

The sound of Quinn moaning could be heard. Not like it was an unfamiliar sound.

“Oh my god, Quinn and her gentlemen called are back at it again.”

The group looked towards Quinn’s bedroom door.

“She’s getting it too? Okay.”

The group were still laughing.

Quinn’s moaning got heavier and at the same time everyone’s phones went off.

They all got their phones out to take a look. Danny had air-dropped them all a picture. It was of Quinn. Getting attacked by Ghostface.

The sound of Quinn shouting for help was then heard.

The group sprung from their seats and ran to the living room. Anika sprung up from the couch to see what was going on.

Quinn then screamed. Tara ran towards Quinn’s room before Chad pulled her back.

“Tara, wait!”

Not a sound could be heard. The group waited for any kind of noise but there was still nothing.

“Run.”

Quinn’s door burst open and Quinn’s dead body was thrown at the group, landing on Anika and pushing her on the ground.

Anika screamed in terror.

Sam and Molly got on the ground to pull her off.

Chad pulled Tara with him as he ran out the apartment.

“Guys, come on!”

Ghostface stood there and tilted his head, looking at Mindy.

“Oh, fuck.”

He sliced her in the arm with his knife.

She threw herself back in pain, holding her arm.

“Mindy!”

Anika grabbed onto his cloak as he tried to move towards Mindy again.

“Stay the fuck back!”

Molly quickly stood up and tried to pull him backwards. He immediately grabbed her and threw her to the floor and she hit her head on the ground. She held her head in pain, trying to get herself up but by the time she was in a state where she could, Anika was at the other end of the room and Ghostface was dragging a knife through her stomach and she was screaming in agony.

She quickly stood up but before she could get to them Sam came in and hit him in the head with an empty knife block. He fell on the ground, giving the girls enough time to run into Quinn’s room and lock the door.

Ghostface then started pounding on the door before it all went quiet.

Sam looked behind them and saw the bathroom door was still open.

“Molly. Bathroom door, hurry!”

She got up and went into the bathroom but stopped in her tracks and screamed when she saw Quinn’s boyfriend dead in the shower.

“Fuck!”

She then looked up and saw Ghostface standing in the doorframe and screamed again. She tried to shut the door but he kept pushing it open. Sam ran in the bathroom to pull her out and back into Quinn’s room.

They locked the door but he just kept pounding and pounding on it. He was strong so the lock kept unlocking. They pushed a dresser in front of it but it then got pushed backwards due to a hard kick to the door.

Sam and Molly stood with their backs against it to keep him out. Sam then saw Danny out the window, trying to get their attention. She ran to the window and opened it.

“Don’t worry, I got you!”

He pushed a ladder out his window.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You got a better idea?”

“Fuck. No.”

She reached her hand out and pulled the ladder so it reached them.

“You gotta come one a time!”

Sam turned to the girls.

“You three go first!”

“No!”

Molly and Mindy were pressed against the dresser but they were still struggling.

“Guys!”

“Someone needs to hold the door, we’ll send Anika next. Go!”

Sam looked hesitant.

“Go!”

The girls said in unison.

Sam got onto the ladder and started crawling towards Danny’s window.

Mindy and Molly were still trying to keep the dresser against the door.

“Sam, she’s losing a lot of blood!”

“Say something more positive!”

Sam managed to get across and then the sound of Danny and Sam could be heard.

“Come on!”

Mindy looked towards Molly.

“Molly, go!”

“No!”

“Molly-”

“You’re injured, I’m not. I can hold the door. Get Anika on the ladder, then both of you go.”

She hesitated and then moved towards Anika and helped her off the bed.

“You have to go first-”

“I can’t!”

“You have to go!”

“No, Mindy no! I’ll be right behind you, I promise!”

They kissed before Mindy reluctantly got onto the ladder.

As Mindy struggled to make her away across, Ghostface kept pounding on the door. Molly and Anika kept yelling for her to go.

Mindy made her way to Danny’s apartment.

“Guys, come on!”

“Anika, go.”

“What?! No, I’m not leaving you!”

“Anika, go! I’ll be fine, I promise!”

The others continued to shout.

“Guys, come on! Hurry!”

Ghostface pounded on the door even harder.

Molly tried not to cry.

“Ani, please!”

Anika looked at her tearfully before getting on the ladder.

“Oh my god… I can’t! I can’t do it!”

Ghostface is slowly getting the door more and more open.

“Anika, go! Quick!”

Molly is struggling more and more to keep the door shut.

He bangs on the door which prys it open, pushing Molly forward roughly. She tries to push it back again.

“Fuck…”

She looked to see how far Anika had gotten, which sadly wasn’t very far due to her gutted stomach.

Ghostface manages to bang on the door enough so the cabinet is knocked forward causing Molly to fall to the floor.

“No!”

Ghostface approaches Molly and she tries to keep them away. Ghostface grabs her by the neck, lifts her up and shoves her onto Quinn’s bed.

Everyone is terrified for Molly and Anika’s safety.

“No! Molly!”

“Anika, move!”

Molly tries to block him so he’d be at least injured to give Anika more time.

Ghostface slashed her hand and she screams in pain.

Molly’s scream only slows Anika down.

He lifts Molly off the bed and slams her head into the cabinet, knocking her out and leaving her for dead.

By the time she woke up, she was in an ambulance. She tried to lift her head up but winced in pain. She noticed the bandage wrapped around her hand. The group immediately got to her side.

“Molly! Hey, you okay?”

She could hear Chad’s voice but her ears were ringing.

She looked around to make sure everyone was there and okay. She saw Danny, Sam, Tara, Chad, Mindy… her heart almost stopped when she didn’t see Anika.

“Where’s Anika?”

Mindy was distraught.

“She’s dead, isn’t she?”

The group all nodded.

“Oh my god…”

She put a hand on her stomach.

“Oh my god, Anika…”

She looked at Mindy.

“Mindy, I’m so, so sorry.”

She got up from the stretcher and sat down next to her. She put her head on Mindy’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Mindy. I tried to help her but I just let her fucking die.”

She broke down crying as she said this.

“Hey. Hey, it’s not your fault, okay?”

She wrapped her arm around her shoulders.

Chad and Tara sat down with them.

“She’s right, Molly. Don’t blame yourself.”

Chad put his hand on her arm.

Tara grabbed her hand.

“You put yourself at risk just to protect her, you did the best you could, alright?”

“I didn’t do the best I could because she’s fucking dead.”

Tara was taken aback when she snapped.

“Sorry, I’m sorry Tara.”

She shook her head.

“Don’t be.”

Sam put a hand on her shoulder.

“I’ve got you some water.”

She handed her a water bottle.

Molly sniffled.

“Thank you.”

The group ended up spending the night at Danny’s apartment whilst the police inspected their apartment, not that any of them could really sleep properly anyway.

The only thing Molly could think about was where the fuck Ethan was.

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Whispers of a Ghost

Summary: You were Billy Hargrove's twin sister.

After recently being released from jail for a crime you didn't commit, your family moves to Hawkins wanting a fresh start.

However, you never imagined that your fresh start would involve monsters and alternate dimensions. But, the most surprising thing of all was finding yourself falling for popular, rich boy, Steve Harrington.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: language, past abuse

Previous Chapter

Chapter 26- (Final Chapter)

*2 days later*

Pain.

That was the first thing you registered when you started to wake up. Pain. Pain and the strong scent of disinfectant.

You had been in enough hospitals over the years to know what they smelt like and this was that. There was a faint beeping in the background and for a brief second, you wondered what Neil had done that landed you in hospital, but then it all came flooding back.

The Upside Down.

Vecna.

Jason with a gun.

You were shot. Holy shit, you were shot and now in a hospital.

Slowly, you blinked your eyes open to find yourself staring up at a white ceiling. The pain in your stomach was starting to get worse as you looked around to find an IV drip in your arm and thick bandages wrapped around the upper part of the same arm.

Right. The demo-bats.

Guess Eddie would be happy that you finally got the cuts stitched up then.

You glanced around the room, surprised to find yourself in your own hospital room and not in some kind of shared unit because you sure as shit couldn't afford any of this. But, that was a problem for later.

"Oh, you're awake."

You flinched at the unexpected voice, the sharp movement sending spikes of pain through the gunshot wound.

There was a nurse standing in the doorway holding a clipboard to her chest as she stared at you sceptically. What was her problem?

"Where-where am I?" You asked, your voice coming out rougher than you've ever heard it.

"Hospital. Your heart stopped twice in the ambulance on the way here. You're lucky to be alive."

You nodded slowly trying to process that because, shit. That was bad.

If you were being honest, you were surprised that you were actually alive and breathing. Your memories after getting shot were fuzzy, but you remembered how much blood there had been.

There was so much blood. Steve's hands were covered with it. Eddie's bandana soaked within seconds. How were you alive?

You must have zoned out for a few minutes because now the nurse was gone and the new Chief of Police was standing in the room.

"What... what's going on?" You hesitantly asked, trying to sit up, but you couldn't move your arm. "What the..."

Your wrist was handcuffed to the the rail of the hospital bed. You were handcuffed. Why the fuck were you handcuffed?

Eddie.

You were wanted for being an accomplice to murder. Eddie was wanted for murder.

Shit.

"Where's Eddie?" You questioned, glaring at the cop.

"Mr. Munson is currently in our custody while we work this case. I have taken all your friends statements with what happened, which is why I'm here. I need you to tell me everything you know." The new Chief explained.

You just stared at him blankly.

What had the others told the police? You needed to know what they were saying so you didn't say something different. Your stories had to match otherwise you and Eddie were screwed.

"First, I need you to tell me where you were the night Chrissy Cunningham died."

Okay, that question you could answer.

"I was at home."

The Chief nodded and noted that down on his notepad. "Do you have anyone that can confirm you were home all night?"

"My step-mother and step-sister. I was with them the entire night." You answered honestly.

"You didn't leave the house at all?" He asked and you shook your head. "Why was your car discovered out by Rick's house at Lovers Lake?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "no idea."

"So you didn't follow Eddie Munson there after he killed Chrissy?"

"Eddie didn't kill her. He didn't kill anyone!" You shouted, yanking your arm against the handcuff in frustration. "Eddie Munson is innocent."

"That's not answering my question."

You sighed, "I didn't follow Eddie there. I didn't even drive there, the Camaro went missing that day, someone else must have taken it."

The Chief glared at you knowing that was total bullshit, but you'd like to see him try and prove it.

"Okay. Can you tell me what you were doing at the Creel house two days ago and why your finger prints were found on the murder weapon that killed of Jason Carver?"

Wait, two days ago?

You've been asleep for two whole days?

"I-I..." You trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Shit, what were you meant to say? You sure as shit couldn't tell the truth because you'd get sent to Pennhurst Asylum and put in the cell next to Victor Creel.

"I don't remember." You eventually answered.

The Chief raised his eyebrow, "you don't remember?"

"Eddie is innocent."

"I have multiple leads and witnesses that say otherwise Miss Hargrove."

"I don't give a shit. I'm telling you, right now, Eddie Munson is innocent. He didn't kill anyone!" You shouted, really starting to get angry now. "He didn't kill anyone!"

You thrashed against the handcuffs, but instantly regretted it when the quick movements made the gunshot hurt a thousand times worse causing you to whimper as you laid back down in defeat.

"He didn't kill anyone." You mumbled, hating the fact that you could feel tears rising in your eyes.

"I think she's had enough questions for now."

That voice...

You knew that voice.

Tilting your head to the side, your eyes widened in shock when you saw Jim Hopper standing in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.

Hopper was alive?

"I still haven't got her full statement-" the new Chief began to say before Hopper cut him off.

"She just woke up after nearly dying from a gunshot. Give her some time."

"Look, no offence, Jim, but you're not the Chief anymore. I need to take Miss Hargrove's statement before she finds a way to talk to her friends who's statements all matched each other's identically. They've clearly told each other what to say and-"

"Frankly, I don't give a shit. This girl was shot, Chief. She's scared and in pain and the last thing she needs is you asking all these questions." Hopper responded, pointing to you as he spoke.

The Chief stared at his former boss for a few seconds before glancing back at you with a sigh.

"I'll give you a couple minutes to compose yourself, Miss Hargrove. But, then we are continuing this."

With that, the new Chief marched out the room leaving you on the hospital bed in utter shock as you stared at Hopper.

He had lost a lot of weight since the last time you saw him, although you were more focused on the fact that he was alive to focus on much else.

"You know, when I gave you that handgun way back when, I didn't expect you to kill someone with it." He said in amusement.

You couldn't bring yourself to say anything as you stared at him. What could you say? Hey, glad to see you're alive and oh yeah, you're right, I did kill someone, whoops? You couldn't say that.

"It's going to be okay." He reassured, resting his hand gently of your good shoulder and that was all it took for the tears in your eyes to start falling.

"I-I... I'm going to get thrown in jail again and... and Eddie... he's innocent, Hopper. Eddie is innocent, he can't go to jail. He can't. I'll take the blame for it all if it means Eddie doesn't go to jail. He's innocent, he's a good guy. He can't... he can't-"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down. Just breath, kid. Jesus. Just breath, okay? Breath, Hargrove."

You realised that you were in fact not breathing and forced yourself to take a deep shuttering breath. Tears were still falling silently down your face despite your best efforts to stop them and Hopper sighed.

"Harrington!" He suddenly shouted, looking at the closed door. "You can come in now!"

"Wait, what-" you started to say before the door opened and Steve stepped inside.

He was now wearing one of his usual polo shirts and jeans, his hair no longer covered in dirt and Upside Down gunk. He had a dark bruise around his neck from the bat tail, but he looked good. Really good.

His beautiful brown eyes locked with yours from across the room and you smiled softly at him.

"Oh, thank God." He sighed, rushing across the room and leaning over the bed to hug you.

You wrapped your free arm around his back as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"I thought I lost you." He whispered, his voice trembling and you knew he was crying. "I thought... I thought-"

"I know. I'm still here." You reassured unable to stop yourself from wincing at Steve's weight pushing on the gunshot wound.

"Shit, shit. I'm sorry. Sorry, are you okay?"

He quickly pulled away, his teary eyes looking down at where you had been bleeding out from earlier, but he couldn't see anything under the hospital gown.

"I'm okay." You insisted as he cupped the side of your face, brushing the tears from your face. "Steve, I'm okay."

"I hate to break this off, but the new Chief will be back soon." Hopper suddenly announced.

"Eddie is innocent. He-he can't go to jail. He can't-"

"Hey, hey, look at me. Baby, look at me." Steve quickly said, his hand still cupping your face as he forced you to look at him. "Nobody is going to jail, okay? Eddie isn't going to jail and neither are you."

"W-what?" You asked in confusion, glancing over Steve's shoulder to Hopper.

"I've pulled some strings. All you have to do is tell the Chief that you found Jason trying to kill Eddie and Jason shot you which is when you shot him in self-defence, okay? That is all you need to say. The other kids have all given their statements and Jason is getting the blame for all those murders, not Eddie."

You stared at him for a few seconds trying to process all of that before eventually nodding.

You had a million questions you wanted to ask, but frankly, you were too exhausted.

"Eddie's name will be cleared?" You asked, because that was all you cared about right now.

"Eddie Munson will be a free man and so will you." Hopper answered. "You're not going back to jail for self-defence. Not like last time."

Hopper gave you sad smile as he stared at you and your eyes widened.

"You... you know about California?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Steve reached down and squeezed your free hand, knowing how much you hated talking about this as Hopper nodded.

"Like I said when we first met, kid. I like to know who's in my town. I did my research and you shouldn't have been locked up for... for that." Hopper continued to say and you smiled sadly at him.

"Thank you... for everything. I don't know how you're still alive, but I'm glad you're back."

Hopper chuckled softly, "me too, kid. Me too. C'mon, Steve, we should go before the Chief comes back."

Steve looked over at him briefly before glancing back down at you.

"Hop... can't I just... I don't want to leave her."

Hoppers expression softened as he looked between the two of you.

"Steve, it's okay. I'm tired anyway. Go with Hopper. I'll still be here when you come back."

He looked like he wanted to argue with that, but knew he couldn't be here when the Chief returned. So, he reluctantly nodded and leant down, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"C'mon. We gotta go." Hopper called out, holding the door open and motioning for Steve to hurry.

Steve spared one last glance at you before he followed Hopper out the room and a few minutes later, Chief Powell walked back in with Officer Callahan by his side.

You sighed as you stared at them before Officer Callahan asked for your statement.

Chief Powell didn't seem happy with your statement, but Officer Callahan just smiled and nodded while you spoke. The Chief wrote everything down in his notebook and once you were finished he gave his Deputy a nod and Officer Callahan unlocked the handcuffs.

"Well, Miss Hargrove, you are now free to leave... well, once the nurse clears you." Officer Callahan declared.

"What about Eddie?" You asked cautiously.

The Chief sighed, "it seems that Edward Munson had been wrongly accused and will be discharged immediately. Thank you for your cooperation."

You watched the two officers leave the room before you leant your head back against the pillow with a sigh of relief.

"Thank fuck for that." You whispered to yourself, closing your eyes in exhaustion and letting sleep take you.

When you woke up next it wasn't to the sound of machines beeping, it was to the sound of a guitar.

You blinked your eyes open in confusion to find Eddie sitting beside your bed with his acoustic guitar. He was strumming away on the guitar softly while Steve sat in the other chair with his head back against the wall passed out.

You smiled softly at the sight of your two favourite boys before you heard something move across the room and you quickly turned your head and had to go a double take when you saw the whole Party camped out in the room.

Dustin, Lucas, Erica, Mike, Will and Max were all spread across the floor in various bean bags and blankets all fast asleep. Where or how they got the bean bags into the hospital was beyond you, but of course they found a way.

Nancy, Robin and Jonathan were asleep in the hard hospital chairs along the far wall while Hopper was snorting softly from his position on the floor, his back against the wall and El asleep in his lap.

The young girl's hair was cut short again and you had a million questions about how and why the group from California were back, but those questions could wait.

The biggest question you had was why were they all here? Sure, Steve, Eddie and Max made sense, but the others? Nancy? Jonathan? You've barely had anything to do with them, why would they care about you?

"You might not realise it, but more people care about you than you think, Princess." Eddies voice whispered.

You quickly turned towards him to find him now looking at you with a gentle smile.

"But... why?" You asked in utter confusion.

Eddie chuckled softly and leant his guitar up against the wall before turning in his seat to face you.

"You saved us. You killed Vecna and saved all of us. I mean, Jesus, you took a bullet for me which, don't ever do again by the way."

"Okay, I'll just let you die next time, that work?" You replied sarcastically causing Eddie to roll his eyes. "Don't worry, it's going to take more than a bullet to kill me. I'm Wonder Woman, remember?"

"You're awake!" Max suddenly shouted, springing out of her bean bag and tripping over Lucas and Will in her rush to get to your side.

The others all groaned at her loud voice, not happy that they were getting woken up, but Max didn't seem to care as she reached your bedside and practically jumped on top of you, hugging you tightly.

"Easy, Red. Your sister was shot a few days ago." Eddie quickly warned, noticing your discomfort.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." She apologised, climbing off your body and laying down beside you on the bed instead with her arms wrapped loosely around you. "Is this okay? I-I can get off, I just-"

"This is perfect." You whispered, kissing the top of her head as she rested her face against your chest.

Max had never been one for sentimental crap or physical affection. You could count on your hands how many times the two of you had hugged over the years, so Max practically clinging to you like this was a pleasant surprise.

Suddenly, the door to the hospital room opened quietly and Joyce Byers walked inside with two trays of coffees in her hands.

The woman silently stepped inside, noticing most of the group were still fast asleep despite Max's best attempt at waking them all up, but she froze when she saw that you were awake.

"Hi, sweetie. How are you feeling?" She asked quietly, walking over to your bedside.

"Like I've been shot." You answered honestly, glancing down at Max in your arms realising that she was now asleep.

The poor kid probably hadn't slept much since everything happened. Hell, it seemed like everyone was trying to catch up on some much needed sleep right now.

"The kids told me that you saved Hawkins. Thank you for that." She whispered and you glanced over at Eddie.

"I had some help."

Joyce smiled softly at that and handed two of the coffees to Eddie before walking across the room and handing what you assumed were hot chocolates to Lucas and Will who were the only others awake.

"Harrington. Hey, take your coffee before I drink it and believe me, man, you don't wanna see me with that much caffeine." Eddie whispered, kicking Steve's shoe causing him to startle awake.

"Fucking hell, Munson. I told you to gently wake me if I fell asleep, not kick me." Steve mumbled, taking one of the coffees from him.

"It was a gentle kick, big boy. You'll live."

You chuckled softly at their interaction causing Steve to quickly look in your direction, his annoyed expression vanishing in an instant. He stood up from his chair, nearly dropping his coffee causing Eddie to snort watching Steve rush around to your bedside.

"How are you feeling? Are you in any pain? I can get a nurse to increase your pain killers or I can-"

"Steve, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" He asked hesitantly, biting his lip almost anxiously. "I can get a nurse-"

"Steve, it's okay." You insisted, reaching up with the hand that wasn't wrapped around your sister and grabbed Steve's, lacing your fingers with his. "I promise, I'm okay. It hurts, but getting shot is meant to hurt."

Steve sighed, "you shouldn't have gotten shot."

"Better me than one of you guys."

"Don't." Eddie suddenly said seriously, shaking his head. "Don't say that."

"It's true. I'd rather get shot again than see one of you guys die." You admitted, glancing between Steve and Eddie. "I had to watch Billy die... he bled out in my arms and I can't- I can't go through that again."

"We had to watch you bleed out in my arms." Steve responded, his voice turning thick with emotion. "And I couldn't..."

Tears were starting to glisten in his eyes and your heart broke knowing you were the reason for his pain.

You squeezed his hand gently as he sat down on the edge of your bed, being mindful not to wake Max who was still curled up on your opposite side fast asleep.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, giving him a sad smile, but Steve just shook his head.

"No, no. I don't want you to apologise for getting shot. I just... I don't ever want to see you hurt like that again. I thought I was going to lose you and I can't- I can't lose you, baby."

"I'm sorry for putting you through that." You said and Steve looked ready to tell you not to apologise again before you continued talking. "But, I'm okay now and you aren't losing me anytime soon, Harrington."

Steve smiled softly at the use of his surname, "I'll hold you that, Hargrove."

He leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before Eddie suddenly threw something on the bed, startling the two of you apart.

"Dude." Steve exclaimed softly, glaring at the other man.

"There are kids present. Get a room if you're gonna get all lovey-dovey and shit."

"I do have a room, but everyone decided to camp in it for some reason." You pointed out, glancing back at the group.

Lucas and Will were sitting up in their bean bags talking quietly while sipping their hot chocolates. Joyce had taken a seat on the floor beside Hopper who was now awake and had a coffee in his free hand, the other wrapped around his sleeping daughter.

Hopper must have noticed you looking because he lifted his head and caught your gaze across the room with a gentle smile before went back to drinking his coffee. The others were all still asleep, completely dead to the world and you glanced back at Eddie who motioned to the object that he thrown.

You looked down in confusion to find the keys to the Camaro in your lap.

Wait, did they get the Camaro back from Reefer Ricks house? Holy shit.

"Max begged us to go and get it. She knew how much this car meant to you. I mean, we both already knew how much it meant to you, but your sister was very insistent that we had to get it right away because you wouldn't want it sitting out by Lover Lake." Eddie explained.

You glanced at Max who was still sleeping peacefully against you before grabbing the keys and smiling at Billy's little skull keychain, twirling it in your hand.

"Thank you. Both of you." You said sincerely with a bright smile.

Steve looked down at you from where he was still sitting on the edge of your bed with an unreadable expression.

"What?" You asked, looking up at him curiously.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you smile like that."

"Smile like what?"

"Like..." He trailed off unsure how to put his thoughts into words.

"Like you don't have the weight of the world on your shoulders anymore. Like you're finally allowing yourself to be happy, genuinely happy." Eddie answered, looking over at you from his chair beside the bed and Steve nodded in agreement.

"It's good to see you happy again even though you're laying in a stupid hospital bed with a gunshot wound." Steve added causing you to chuckle softly.

"Well, I'm still alive. I got my sister. I got my car and I got my boys." You said, glancing between the two of them. "What isn't there to be happy about?"

"Uh, we are not her boys." Eddie said, looking at Steve as he spoke.

Steve snorted, "yeah, we are."

Eddie just rolled his eyes before you reached out and grabbed his hand. He didn't try and pull away though, instead squeezing it gently with a soft smile spreading across his face.

"You guys are my boys and you're literally stuck with me until I die, so get used it."

Eddie groaned dramatically at your words and Steve looked over at him in amusement.

"Maybe we should have let her bleed out?" Steve joked.

"I hate you both."

"Nah, you love us. Don't ya, Princess?" Eddie replied with a shit eating grin.

Steve chuckled softly before leaning forward and kissing you again, "she can't help but love us." He whispered against your lips.

"Nope, pretty sure I hate you guys." You insisted, kissing Steve again before he pulled away unable to stop himself from laughing.

He looked pretty when he laughed. You missed seeing him laugh like this.

"What's up, my dudes! I bought pizza!"

Wait, you knew that voice.

"Took you long enough. You left to get food hours ago, man." Jonathan mumbled, rubbing his tired eyes.

You glanced past Steve and Eddie to find a familiar figure standing in the door way with a bundle of pizza boxes and garlic bread in his arms.

"Argyle?" You called out in utter shock.

"Hey, Hargrove! Long time no see, man."

"Wait, you know this guy?" Steve whispered, turning back towards you.

"Kinda. Billy used to buy weed off him sometimes back in Cali."

"And here I was thinking I was the only guy your brother bought weed from." Eddie commented softly causing your head to snap in his direction.

"Wait, Billy used to buy from you?"

"Uh, no. I mean... shit, it was only once or twice. He kinda threatened me not to tell anyone though." Eddie admitted.

You sighed, "of course he did."

"Can I smell pizza?" Max asked, her voice laced with sleep as she lifted her head up from your side and looked around.

"You sure can, little dude. I got all kinds of favours here." Argyle called out as Robin and Nancy grabbed a few empty chairs to use as tables before he laid the boxes on top. "It's no Surfer Boy Pizza, but Dominos is pretty good."

Max jumped off your bed in a flash, digging into the pizza with the rest of the kids who were now all wide awake and stuffing their faces.

Eddie let go of your hand and stood up with a stretch.

"What pizza do you guys want?" He asked, looking between you and Steve.

"Anything that doesn't have pineapple." Steve answered and Eddie's jaw dropped.

"You don't like pineapple on pizza? Y/N, your boyfriend has officially lost all my respect."

"Who puts fruit on pizza?!" Steve exclaimed.

"Me!" Half the kids shouted before everyone started to get into a deep debate about pizza toppings.

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing as you watched them. Steve leant back against the side of your bed, his arm wrapping across your shoulders as you rested your head against his chest.

"You started this." You said, nodding at everyone arguing.

Steve hummed in agreement, kissing the side of your head before Eddie returned with some pizza and slices of garlic bread.

"Who wants what?" He asked, holding out the food.

"Give her the garlic bread. I know it's her favourite." Steve said, taking one of the slices of pizza.

Eddie no\]dded, holding out the garlic bread for you which you happily took.

"I take it back. I do love you guys." You said, biting into the warm food with a sigh of delight. "But, not as much as I love garlic bread."

Steve and Eddie both burst out laughing while the others continued to argue about pineapple on pizza and you found yourself smiling. You had your sister, your car, your boys and your friends -because somehow over the last year or two that's what you've all become- and you had garlic bread.

What more could you ask for?

A/N-

I am so sad that this fic has finally come to an end. I don’t think I have ever enjoyed writing something this much before and I hope you have all enjoyed the journey of Y/N and Steve’s relationship from fighting Demo-dogs in the junkyard to slaying Vecna in the Upside Down.

I am now planning/writing my next Stranger Things fic which will be a Billy Hargrove x Reader series. The reader is Hopper’ s daughter who moves to Hawkins to live with her father after the passing of her mother. At the same time the Hargrove-Mayfield family move into Hawkins and you and Billy are the new kids at school.

If anyone wants to be tagged in my next Stranger Things fic just commentbelow. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this fic and I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments.

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