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Oh my god this is amazing!!!!

It’s Not A Big Deal

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: Dean's in for a rude awakening when he finds out exactly what you did when you got stranded in another universe.

Tropes: Fluff, Frenemies (Dean and the Reader), Awkward Situation, Multiverse Problems.

Word Count: 3.1K (I promise I didn't mean for it to happen)

Warnings: I'm gonna label this 18+ just to be sure. There is some swearing (only a few times), Heated Kiss, Sexual Innuendo, References to Sex/Past Sex (it happens quite a bit). Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy (Everyone knows he’s a warning).

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person

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A/N: Okay I know that I should be working on my other fics, but I had this idea after reading an INCREDIBLE fic by @justagirlinafandomworld called "Stranded" for @jacklesversebingo and I couldn't help myself.

Sam squeals the car into the parking lot of the motel so loud that Dean and you can hear the high pitched scream of rubber on asphalt from your room on the second level.

"If he ruins those tires he's going to pay for them." Dean grumbles under his breath from where he sits at the small wooden table under the window, wiping down his gun with a clean rag. The sunlight that came streaming through dramatized the sharp angles of his jaw and the soft sleepy strands of his hair that still stuck up from when he woke up an hour ago.

"I don't know what his hurry is." You don’t look up from the worn paperback perched in your lap, gently turning the page. "If he's that eager to get back here to tell us something he should have just called."

“Maybe there was a sample sale on hair gel.” Dean laughs at his own joke and you can sense him look up from the gun to try and catch your eye, but you don't raise your gaze from the text.

“That’s pretty brave coming from someone who owns 90% of the products in that bathroom.”

“What? I do not-“

“Really? If I walk in there right now there won’t be seven different half-used deodorant sticks?”

“They’re different smells." Dean says defensively. "And shut up. I don’t comment on how many books you bring with you. Don’t know why you need to shove a million in your bag and then just buy one while you’re here.”

“Because I might not feel like reading the ones I bring. I might want to try something new. And this book,” You wave the book in your hand for emphasis. “Is very good and I don’t have it back at the bunker, and it was only two bucks!"

“But the others ones might be good too. You don’t know.” Dean sighs, looking at you like you're insane. "You just let them sit and rot in your suitcase."

Today was the last day that you would be staying in Louis, Illinois. The current case that the three of you had been working on together had been solved, which meant that the townsfolk were no longer dealing with a zombie outbreak and you were at peace to settle down on your pull out bed with a good book, taking a few moments for yourself.

You desperately needed at least five, but you also wished that you were already back in your room at the bunker.

The bed there didn't have as many springs that stuck into your back at odd angles and didn't squeak whenever you moved an inch. Your inability to find a comfortable position meant that the mattress squeaked all night long and Dean had thrown his pillow at you to make it stop. He hadn’t been pleased when you returned it back to him. Then again, you had hit him in the face with it as hard as you could when you did.

And like hell you were going to give Dean Winchester the satisfaction of sleeping in bed with him. You’d had to do that one time on a hunt where there were no extra rooms and Dean refused to let you sleep on the floor or in his car. He said that you might make it spontaneously combust. So you'd shared the bed and learned that he was the biggest blanket hog you’d ever met, not to mention when you woke up he was spooning you and you couldn’t be certain, but you thought he had tried to cop a feel at least once.

If anything you’d maybe sleep in Sam’s bed, but the guy was so much bigger than you he took up most of the space, so you were stuck with the pull out couch.

You couldn't wait to be home. You liked going out on cases, but you liked that you had a home now, a space that was only yours, and someplace where you could shut yourself away from the world. And most importantly, away from Dean Winchester, who had been the bane of your existence since the night you met him for the first time.

Of course this wasn't too bad either. Taking a few moments of quiet for yourself while Dean cleaned his guns and sorted some of his tools in his duffle. The two of you were getting more comfortable around one another. When you’d first met there had been a lot of screaming and several "she's not going to be there is she?" and "what the hell is she doing here?" questions that Dean moaned to Sam over and over the more the three of you teamed up.

You weren't used to working with other people, well, now you were, but before it had just been you and the endless road. But as it began to happen more and more you tried to fit comfortably into the swing of things. Dean and you would occasionally bump heads, but it happened less now than it did before. After five years you'd hoped that the two of you could be more civilized, for Sam's sake at least.

Sam and you got along much better. You didn't understand what Dean's problem was with you, or why he hated you so much. He was always correcting you, insulting you, and snatching things away from you as if you hadn't been hunting your entire life. Occasionally it wasn't that bad, like right now, but it had been much worse a few years ago.

When you'd met Dean you'd hated him, thought he was a dick, but the more the two of you spent time together on cases the more you saw that he did those things to hide what he was feeling and the more you saw how big his heart was.

You believed that your relationship now with him had progressed to a sort of symbiotic relationship, but honestly it was more like passive aggressive roommates who fight over whose turn it is to clean the dishes.

Dean still tended to get high and mighty sometimes and annoyed you without end, but you stuck around and in Sam's words "bickered like an old couple."

Sam had gone to grab some snacks and fill the tank at the gas station down the street twenty minutes ago, leaving with a joyful "Don't kill each other."

So far there were no casualties, but apart of you itched to beam Dean in the back of the head with the paperback just for a little bit of excitement.

Sam bursts into the room out of breath. "Okay I-"

"Where's the fire Sammy?" Dean sighs looking up from his gun.

"I ran into someone when I was at the gas station." Sam says it all together, as if it's one sentence.

"And?" You move your hand in a come on gesture hoping that Sam will get to the point.

"Well he's- he's-"

The man that pushes into the room past Sam is not Dean, he looks like him, but that's not why he's so familiar. He's muscular with dark brown hair that hangs a little longer than Dean's, over the top of his ears, while a few strands fall forward on his forehead. He's allowed a dark beard to cover his cheeks, but his eyes are the same piercing green that they were the last time you saw him. And if that wasn't enough for you to recognize him, the dark green superhero suit would be a dead giveaway.

Oh shit.

"Ben?" You drop your book onto the thick carpeted floor in surprise.

Two months ago you had been unwillingly transported to another reality, a reality where superheroes were real, people had powers, and where you met a version of Dean that you actually got along with better than the Dean in your reality.

You hadn't told Sam or Dean what happened between Ben and you. You weren't about to admit out loud that you actually got along with another version of Dean or admit that you found the other version of Dean aka Ben, attractive. So attractive in fact that you had spent a good amount of the time in the other universe in bed with him before you came back to your reality.

Ben doesn't respond, instead he crosses the room in several powerful strides, and hauls you up off the pull out couch.

"What are you-"

One of his hands tangles in the back of your hair, pulling your mouth against his in a furious kiss that steals your breath away and silences whatever you were going to say next. A part of you registers that Dean and Sam are still in the room, but it's quickly swept away by how it feels to kiss Ben. You hadn't forgotten him, anything but that. Sometimes you actually kind of missed him, when you were lonely or when the Dean from your universe annoyed you too much. Because Ben annoyed you too, but at least at the end of it there was a way to relieve the tension. With Dean the only place you put all your frustration was into the hunt and there were only so many times you could bash a Djinn’s head in.

Ben's tongue brushes against your bottom lip, begging for entrance, and you let him in, bringing your hands up to the back of his neck to thread into the long strands of his hair. The strands fall between your fingertips, feathering out from your grip. You moan softly into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, feeling the familiar scratch of his beard against your cheeks, and feel his hand begin to slip down your back to rest on the curve of your ass.

Well, he certainly hasn't changed.

"Fuck I missed you sweetheart." Ben murmurs against your mouth squeezing your butt to emphasize the point. "You and this sexy fucking body."

"Ben." You roll your eyes with a snort.

"What? You didn't miss me?" He raises an eyebrow, forcing his mouth into an attractive pout. "Because you certainly seemed happy to see me a second ago." His free hand gently traces your plump lower lip with the pad of your thumb.

"I did and I am happy to see you, but what are you doing here?"

"Thought so." Ben leans his head back down towards yours, ignoring your question as he tries to kiss you again, but before he can Dean interrupts.

"What the fuck is going on?" Dean shouts, standing from the table under the window, and points his gun at Ben's unprotected back. "Who the fuck are you?"

Ben half turns over his shoulder eyes flicking from the gun to Dean with a sigh. "Look the only thing that's gonna do is piss me off. And you don't want that kid."

Dean makes a face. "Who the hell are you calling kid?"

"Now why don't you two fuck off for a few hours, let me give her a proper hello." Ben turns his dark eyes back on you, cupping your chin in his large hand.

"Y/n? You want to tell us what's happening? Or who this guy is?" Sam asks, but you can't look away from Ben.

You really had missed him. Ben was even more attractive than you remembered. The day that you'd left his universe, Ben had asked you to stay, well, had asked you in his own way. He'd said that he wasn't done with you and if you had stayed he would have made it worth your while. But you had to come back. You weren’t sure how Dean and Sam would survive without you and also because the universe that Ben inhabited was more terrifying than yours, and that was saying something, given that you dealt with demons on a daily basis.

"Guys this is Ben." You clear your throat. "Ben this is Dean and Sam."

"Ben as in Soldier Boy? From the fucked up reality with the people with superpowers Ben?" Dean sputters. He lowered the gun slightly, but he's still looking from Ben to you like he's just walked in on his parents making out.

"Yes." You say it slowly, trying to find a way out, but there really isn't any way to hide this.

It's not that big a deal, is it?

Ben releases you and turns to look at Dean, eyes skating over his body. "So that's Dean?" He tilts his head to the side. "Kinda scrawny. The way you described him made me think he'd look a little more like a man and less like a fucking pussy."

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Dean takes a step towards Ben, holding his gun steady out from his chest. You noticed that Dean did try to puff it out more after Ben's insult.

"You heard me." Ben smirks, welcoming the challenge.

"Whoa!" You step between them. "Calm down ladies there's enough Prada to go around at this sample sale."

Ben's eyes narrow in confusion at your comment, but he doesn't back down from Dean.

"I'd say that you left a few details out of your trip!" Dean shouts looking from Ben to you in disgust. "Did you sleep with me?"

"What?" You look at him like he’s crazy.

What does he mean?

"You, and him." Dean gestures wildly with the gun. "Did you sleep with me?"

"What are you talking about? No I didn't sleep with you, I slept with him and it was only once!" You shout back.

Ben clears his throat.

"Fine. A few times.” You correct with a sigh.

“But- you- him-“ Dean’s head turns from Ben to you. “Him- you-.”

“Yeah. Me and her fucked.” Ben says it slowly like Dean is a child.

Honestly he was acting a little bit like a child.

Sam is holding back his laughter behind a hand while Dean’s eye begins to twitch aggressively.

This is exactly why I didn’t tell him. They aren’t the same person! Dean is Dean and Ben is Ben. Someone who shares the same face. And probably the same other things that I’m not going to think about right now because that seems crazy.

"How many times is a few?” Dean demands.

"Why does that matter?”

"HOW MANY?" He shouts so loud that you think the people in the next room over were probably having a wonderful time listening to this soap opera.

Because it kinda did sound like one right? The main character never gets along with someone and then gets transported to another reality through a colorful portal and immediately clicks with another version of him. And-

Maybe I need to rethink my life.

"Well..." Your face scrunched up trying to count exactly how many times that you and Ben had sex. It was difficult. Not that it was hard to remember, you knew that you weren’t going to forget it anytime soon, but just the amount of times the two of you were together was more than you could count on your fingers.

"Well what? You were there for five days!"

"I mean..." You shrug.

“Why?” Dean groans pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to scrub the images from his brain.

Honestly, if he’d told you that he had sex with another version of you, you probably would have had the same reaction, but you were not about to admit that to Dean Winchester of all people.

He’s not gonna win this argument. Especially not when he's waving his gun around like a psychopath.

“Because he's-“ You glance over at Ben who winks at you. “I don’t know. He’s just kinda-.”

“Everything you’re not.” Ben raises his eyebrow at Dean.

“Sammy you gonna weigh in on this?” You look at Sam expectantly hoping that he can jolt Dean out of the never ending loop he seemed to be stuck in.

“Nope. I’m staying out of it.” Sam holds his hands up in surrender.

“I cannot believe you slept with me!” Dean shouts again.

“Stop saying that! I didn’t sleep with you! I slept with him. Can we please move on-“ You groan.

"Same thing!"

"What? How is it the same thing?” You plant your hands on your hips glaring at Dean.

"He's me from another universe!" Dean is gesturing wildly with his gun now. “How would you feel if I slept with an alternate version of you?”

“It’s completely different!”

“How?”

“They aren’t us!”

“He sure as hell looks like me!" Dean snaps back. "What did you close your eyes the whole time or something?"

Your cheeks flare bright red with Dean's question. "No I didn't!"

“And I don’t look like you.” Ben grunts crossing his arms over his chest and giving Dean a once over again.

“He also doesn’t act like you.” You add.

It was true, Ben didn’t. And for some reason you got along with him more. You didn’t understand what Dean’s problem was, but for the better part of five years he’d been treating you like you hadn’t been hunting your whole life. Not to mention the first three years were spent with Dean barely saying two words to you without some kind of insult attached.

“That’s beside the point!”

“How is that beside the point?” You demand.

“I can’t believe you did this!”

"I didn't kill anyone Dean. I didn't torture any babies or kill any puppies. We are consenting adults! We had sex-"

“No no no!” Dean puts his fingers in his ears. “Lalalalala.” He sings to himself to avoid the image.

"And we're gonna have it again. So the two of you should clear out, unless you're in to that kind of thing Deanie.” Ben wraps his arm around your shoulders to pull you into him, but you don’t take your eyes off of Dean.

“Fuck I’m gonna need so much therapy after this” Dean groans putting the gun down on the table. Which was a good sign because now you weren’t worried that he would accidentally shoot Sam in the foot.

“Really? After everything you’ve gone through that’s what pushes you over the edge?” You ask him in shock.

“Yes. Are you happy? You’ve driven me to the point of insanity!” Dean snaps.

"You're acting like a child."

"I am not! I am having a completely normal reaction to finding out you slept with Wannabe Captain America!” Dean gestures to all of Ben who looks at Dean like he can’t tell if it’s an insult or not.

You take in a deep breath to calm your racing heart. “Why are you so upset that I slept with him Dean? I don’t understand how this is so earth shattering to you that two people had sex! You have sex with people all the time-“

“Not with you!”He snaps back, but then clears his throat when he realized what he just said.

“He is not YOU!” You shout rolling your eyes for the millionth time. At the rate he was going, you were sure they were going to roll out of your head.

“As important as this conversation is… can we maybe put a pin in it and go back to why he’s here?” Sam asks diplomatically.

“No-“ Dean says at the same time you say.

“Yes! Ben why are you here?”

“Don’t really know.” He shrugs taking a long hit from a joint that seemed to materialize out of thin air, while tightening his arm over your shoulders. “All I know was that I was fighting Homelander and someone hit me from behind. Then I ended up here.” Ben’s eyes trace your body. “But I’m not complaining, especially not because I got to see you again doll.” He winks.

“Homelander?” Dean repeats. “That is the stupidest hero name I’ve ever heard in my entire life.”

“He’s anything but a hero.” You fight the shudder from the last time you ran in to him. “Think about Superman if Superman was a narcissistic sadist with a massive inferiority complex, no weakness, and an obsession with perfect hair.”

Dean looks Ben up and down with a heavy sigh. “I’m disappointed that I couldn’t have at least been a bit more like Batman.”

“Trust me. You don’t want to meet knockoff Batman from his reality either.” You respond.

"I guess I'll start doing some research." Sam says slowly, looking from Ben to you while hiding a smile.

He’s enjoying this way too much.

"Good." Dean frowns at Ben, before he claps him hard on the shoulder. You saw Dean fight the wince when he felt how solid Ben was. "Let's get you home buddy." His eyes dart from Ben to you. "Before you do anything else that'll scar me for life."

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are not required, but are always appreciated! 😊

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Coping Mechanisms

Summary - Y/N Hale goes to see her husband every night, even amidst the murders and hunters that have found themselves to be a reoccurring threat in town. The last thing that she was expecting however was for her Peter to wake up

Peter Hale x reader

Warnings - mentions of murder and death, talk of the fire, angst and fluff, ‘comatosed’ peter, burn marks, werewolf reader, 3rd person writing, i think that’s it

After work, speaking to him was easy, even if he didn’t reply back. She knew that deep down he was listening, he had always been such a good listener. The smallest things had intrigued him back in the day, especially the woman sat before him.

A smile was paved onto Y/N’s lips as she reached a hand up to lightly trail down the side of Peter’s scarred face. The fire had really done a number on him, but it was a blessing that he had escaped with his life.

“You’re still as beautiful as the day that we met, you’re looking like the bad boy that wants me to miss lessons to make out in the locker room all over again.” If Peter could speak, or had the ability to respond in the slightest, it was obvious to his wife that he’d offer her a cocky comment and a smirk.

She missed that, more than anything; their mutual interaction. It gave her a reason to live, it had made her smile, but all Y/N could do was curse the word;d for tormenting her husband in such a cruel and evil way; he didn’t deserve it.

“I love you, more than anything, but you already know that.” As she spoke, Peter’s eyes remained distant, glossy from the mental barrier that separated the two of them. “I have to get home, I can’t wait until the day I can take you from this place and bring you back. It’s a nice apartment downtown, nothing too big, yet its still a little like that for just me. I’ll be back tomorrow night, I’m pretty sure that Derek is going to visit you in a couple of hours, so you have that to look forward to.”

Inside, Y/N’s heart was breaking, if Peter were conscious, he would sense the ambient ache in her chest. Without him, she wasn’t complete, everyday a little piece of her was chipping and breaking away.

Reaching down, the woman planted a stern, heartfelt kiss of her puckered lips upon Peter’s forehead. He, as expected, made no response, he was still stoic in his chair. The muse came to the door, tilting her head at Y/N, thinking of how oblivious she was. Her mood sometimes resembled that of a widow, but she was lacking vast amounts of information.

Peter Hale was no longer compromised with his coma, and he had gained much more than physical stability. His brain worked smoothly once again, like a mastermind, and he had a plan. A brilliant plan.

“Thank you for everything.” Y/N spoke to the nurse, a feeble, pained yet satisfied smile upon her lips. “I’ll be back tomorrow, I guess I’ll see you then.”

The nurse politely nodded, expecting as much from the werewolf’s wife. Her absence would however give them the time to continue their spree of chaos and death, fulfilling every aspect that vengeance had to give. If the she wolf was aware of al the slaughtering and biting, she’d be relived of Peter’s recomposed state, although she would predictably be disgusted by his vengeful vendetta.

But the important factor was that she was completely oblivious to the to be revealed secret. Y/N was clueless, and it was due to her not searching for any contradicting evidence. However the private she wolf stopped in her tracks whenever she saw Derek, her nephew in law, and a teenage boy whom she had no recognition of.

“Y/N.” Derek greeted her, bowing his head at his old pack member, being polite as one could be in the face of someone that had yet to grieve. “I was hoping to have seen you, I need to know if you have any information on this alpha that is gang around Beacon Hills killing humans.” She was the best lead the young Hale had, however she defiantly crossed her arms over her chest and glinted her beta brazen eyes at the fresh wolf and his mentor.

Scott unsurely stepped aback, cautious to be in the sights of another werewolf, especially one that was a stranger to him. “I presumed you would’ve heard with your enhanced hearing that it was a mountain lion.” Y/N smirked, unsettling both the young and learning men. “However its targets are quite peculiar… all had involvement in the fire. And so they deserve death in every way, you’ve seen Peter!”

“Thank you for your time Y/N, I know things haven’t been easy for you.” Damn right, she thought at her nephew’s words. It was disgustingly difficult coping with the comatose shell of her mate, and with an excusing smile she abandoned the building in hopes of going to her lonely home and resting up so that she could return fully awake the next day.

However as the autumn air hit her exposed skin she paused. There was something in the nearby shadows watching her with crimson eyes that radiantly beamed towards the unsettled female. A stern growl tumbled out from Y/N’s throat until a familiar spectre entranced out from the darkness and revealed himself in Hale fashion.

“Hello darling.” Peter greeted her for the first time in many years, a cunning smile distorting his face that had been void of expression for so long. “Have you missed me?” She had, insanely so, but this meant… had he killed Laura? She wasn’t certain how to react and thus she bolted in the opposing direction from the one that she had missed for so long, afraid of the red pigment that had tainted his eyes. She had to get to Derek and warn him, but she watched as Peter evolved into a monster, and then it hit her. There was no escape and there had never been one.

He’d had her wrapped around his crisp finger for so long and as his face extended into a devise that no longer resembled a human, she succumbed to her fears and submitted to the alpha that had been tricking her from the start of time.

She understood his motives concerning his bringing of bodies, and soon he would make her like his decisions. With Y/N he would be stronger, they would be unstoppable, and that came first to his care for his mate, because with this malicious strength he could protect her; he was unable to save anyone in the fire that had set him on this path of turmoil and revenge, and he would ensure that he was never that weak again.

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okay, look at this-

willbur soot as richard gansey

daniel sharman as adam parrish

liam layson as ronan lynch

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paul craddock as noah czerny

#the raven boys #the raven cycle #ronan lynch #noahczerny #adam parrish #blue sargent #richard gansey #willbur soot #fancast #theravencyclefancast

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Eddie Watch//E.M x Reader (9)

a/n: what if we kissed… at skull rock…jk jk… unless???

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summary: Despite wanting to help fight, Y/n is assigned to Eddie Watch to make sure ‘he doesn’t do anything stupid’ reluctantly, she agrees. everything’s fine, everything’s good. It’s all just perfect.

Word count: 1.6k

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The following hours were filled with music and laughter. After y/n’s mini-breakdown, Eddie had done everything in his power to see that smile that he loved so much.

Even if that meant dancing around the shed like a fool. Which he definitely did, he also made her dance with him which she was reluctant to do.

Currently, Eddie was occupying himself by throwing stones into a paint can and y/n was attempting to get in contact with everyone else. He watched as she fiddled with eh different buttons and dials as she flipped between channels.

Eventually, she dropped it to the ground, groaning loudly and she fell onto her back dramatically.

“When I see those guys again I’m going to kill ‘em.” She announced.

Before he could reply with a witty joke, the sound of a car pulling up caused the two of them to jump and check the window, making sure to keep their heads low enough that no one was likely to see them.

“What the fuck?” Y/n breathed as she saw Jason and his group of friends pull up, dressed as if they had just come from a funeral, bats and crowbars in hand.

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ETHEREAL: Ch2

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⇨ 「pairing— steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader」

⇨ 「a/n— last chapter of episode one! the next episode is all in one chapter, and that’s as far as i’ve got so far. anyway, enjoy!」

⇨ 「warnings— swearing (the usual)」

⇨ 「word count— 2.4k」

CHAPTER TWO: THE VANISHING OF WILL BYERS PT. 2

I finally pulled into the high school parking lot, feeling relieved that we weren't going to be late. "See? Told you!" Dustin exclaims as he pointed to the clock in my car.

I sigh, "Yeah, yeah. Now go to school or you will be late." I dismiss him, making him scoff and get out of my car. He slams the door, opening the backseat door wide open to grab his backpack. "Have a good day, Dusty," I say to him and blow him a kiss playfully.

He smiles, "See ya, Y/n. Love you!" he then slams the door closed before running off to the middle school.

I sigh, "Love you too.." I look over to the time to see that class starts soon. I groan and open my car door, shutting it closed after I got out. I open the back door and grab my backpack, my keys still in my hand. I shut the door and lock my car, making my way into school.

I walk to my lock, which happens to be right next to Nancy Wheeler's. I overhear her and her friend Barbara talking about her making out with Steve Harrington. Gross, I think to myself before wondering where the hell my best friend is—my other best friend who's actually my age. I grab the books I need before closing my locker, looking around for Jonathan.

I start to walk to class, thinking that he was probably already in class. "I was late, so maybe he just didn't want to wander the halls without me?" I whisper to myself before walking into my math class. As I find my seat, I look over to Jonathan's spot, which was empty. Weird, I think, but my thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the late bell. I shrug, grabbing a pencil from my backpack.

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"May I borrow Y/n Henderson for a second please?" a voice says from the front of the classroom. My head shoots up from hearing my name, "Bring your belongings." I nod and get my stuff together, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and not daring to glance back at the other people in my class.

Once we make it out of the classroom, I ask the lady, "What's going on?"

"The chief needs to talk to you," she says while leading you to the front door of the school. I give her a confused look. "Middle school office. I'm sure you know where that is," she says before walking off. I shrug before pushing the doors open and walking out. I quickly run over to the middle school, not wanting to keep them waiting.

As I make it to the middle school, I open the doors, making a left as soon as I walk in. The office lady spoke up, "Y/n! It's so good to see you again. Here to pick up your brother?"

I smile, "No, I'm actually here to talk with the chief?" she smiles to me and nods.

"Ahh, that's where your brother is. Just down there," she points to a small hallway to her right. I give her a smile before thanking her. I make my way down the hallway, recognizing this place like I just left it. As soon as I hear the chief and the boys talking, I barged into the room.

They all look at me before the chief looks back at Dustin, "So you were.. racing?" he asks as I sit down in between Dustin and Lucas. I look up to see Hopper and officer Callahan sitting next to each other.

"It was me and him, actually—" Dustin starts, but the other boys start to talk over each other.

"My house is the first up—“

"He takes Mirkwood home—"

"We were racing on a bet and—" Dustin says hurriedly, but gets cut off by Hopper.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. One at a time," he says before pointing to Mike. "You. You said he takes.. what?" he asks confused, not knowing the made up road.

"Mirkwood," Mike says to the chief.

Hopper raises an eyebrow, "Mirkwood?" he looks over to Callahan, "You ever heard of a 'Mirkwood'?" he asks the other officer, who shrugs.

"Sounds made-up," Callahan replies, not knowing the road either.

"It's from 'Lord of the Rings'," Lucas spoke up, looking at Hopper.

"—'The Hobbit'," Dustin corrected him, making me face palm at my idiotic brother.

"It doesn't matter!" Lucas exclaims to Dustin, who rolled his eyes in response.

"He asked!" Dustin remarks. I can tell Hopper is getting fed up with the two boys' bickering.

"Hey! What did I just say? One at a damn time," Hopper yells frustratedly. He points to me, "You."

I sigh, "Mirkwood. It's a real road. It's just the name that's made up." he sighs and pinches his nose.

"What's its real name?" he asks, obviously done with this.

"I don't know. It's where Cornwallis and Kerley meet," I say as he writes down what I'm telling him.

"Yeah, I think I know it," he says, not looking away from his notepad.

Mike speaks up, "We can show you—" he starts but the chief cuts him off.

"I said I know it," he snarls at Mike, I internally roll my eyes. Gosh this guy is a dickwad, I think to myself.

"We could help look—" Mike says but again, he gets cut off. Hopper's head shoots up quickly, staring at Mike.

"No, after school you all go straight home. All of you," he snaps, looking at all of us. "That means no biking or driving around looking for your friend, no investigating, no nonsense. This isn't some 'Lord of the Rings' book," he says to all of us, making us nod, even though we aren't going to listen.

"'The Hobbit'," Dustin corrects him. I slap the back of his neck giving him a look to shut up. He gives me a 'what the hell?' look while rubbing his neck.

I can tell Hopper has to hold back snapping at my brother, but he successfully doesn't say anything. "Do I make myself clear?" he says, making us look at him because he's honestly very intimidating. "Do I make myself clear?" he asks a lot more firmly than the first time. Me and the boys look at each other and nod to the police officers.

———

We eventually got to go back to class, and I got to go back to my own school. As I was walking out of the office, I bid the office lady a goodbye before making my way to the front door. I walk out of the school and take my time walking back to school because I really don't want to go back. Without Jonathan here, it's boring, and I don't have any other friends.

Unfortunately, I reached the front door, opening it wide while walking in. Luckily, people were still in class, so I don't have a crowd of people watching me walk into school. As I'm making my way to my English class, I bump into someone. Thankfully I wasn't holding any books because they would go flying if I was. Without looking up I say, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." I mumble to myself how stupid I sounded, only to hear a familiar chuckle from above me. I finally look up to see.. Steve Harrington. Oh who am I kidding, I'm not surprised he's skipping.

"It's alright, Y/n," he says to me and looks into my eyes. Hold up- how does he know my name? I think to myself, thoughts running a million miles an hour. "Just watch where you're going next time," he pats me on my shoulder. I look at his hand, feeling heat rush to my face. I look back at him and smile.

"Yeah, sorry," I rub my neck with my hand.

He smiles down at me and then down to my shirt, "Hmm, Pink Floyd? Interesting." He spoke, looking back up to my eyes. It was almost as if he was teasing me; not a bad way though.

"Uh, yeah. Have you listened to them before?" I ask, mentally face palming at my stupid question.

He shakes his head, "I haven't." He smirks at me, making me internally sigh. It's just what he does, Y/n.. he's not actually interested, I think, not really thinking that's the case but it's possible.

I smirk, "Well then, I guess we'll have to hang out to change that." His face brightens up a bit, making me smile. A real smile, not a fake one. "See ya, Steve Harrington," I say before walking off to my class.

As soon as I turn around, my face became utter shock from what just happened. Did I really just talk to Steve Harrington? Yeah I did. And did I nail it? Totally.

———

After a very long day of school, I pick up Dustin from school and drive us home. Once we made it, I set my keys on the counter and go into the kitchen for a snack. I open the pantry door, and the view of dozens of snacks fills my vision. I sigh and go straight for a chocolate pudding cup that was on the second shelf. After getting my pudding, I close the door and get a spoon from the drawer.

"Y/n," I hear Dustin say from behind me. I close the drawer and open my pudding cup, taking a scoop out of it while looking up to him.

"Yes?" I ask before putting the spoon in my mouth, feeling the delicious taste of chocolate pudding.

"One, why are you eating my pudding cups? And two, Lucas and Mike want to go look for Will, so I was gonna ask if you wanted to come," he says pointing to the pudding in my hand.

"Uhh," I say with my mouth full of pudding. "One, it's my house too so I can eat whatever I want. And two, hell yeah let's go!" I exclaim to my little brother. He rolls his eyes at the pudding part, but then smiles once I agree to go help look.

"Cool! Let's go!" he waves me along with him, his backpack already on his back, and his walkie in his hand. I hurriedly shovel the rest of the pudding in my mouth, tossing the cup in the trash once I'm done. I place the spoon in the sink before jogging over to my keys and walking out the door. The sky is full of dark clouds, making me a bit nervous.

He was standing next to my car waiting for me, but I speak up, "I don't drive at night, remember?" he looks up and nods.

"Oh yeah, that's right," he says as we go to grab our bikes. Now, there is a certain reason I don't drive at night anymore, but I don't really talk about it much.

We start to peddle towards Mirkwood in silence, making a bit of small talk, but mostly silence. Once we make it to the road, we see Mike and Lucas already there. They were stopped at caution tape across the trees, probably where they found Will's bike. A crash of thunder boomed in the sky, making me and Dustin look up.

"Oh man, you guys feel that?" Dustin asked nervously. I look over to him as he holds his hand out, water droplets hitting it. "Maybe we should go back," Dustin says and I nod. We look back over to Mike, who wasn't listening and got off his bike. He opened his backpack and pulled out a walkie out, handing it to Dustin.

"No splitting up or anything stupid like that, but stay on channel six. Just in case," Mike told us as he walked into the woods and ducked under the caution tape. Me and Lucas get off our bikes and follow Mike, but Dustin stayed back. We continue to walk into the woods, leaving my brother behind.

"Hey, guys, wait up! WAIT UP!" Dustin exclaims, running towards us. He clings onto my arm as we walk through the woods, flashlights in hand.

We walk for awhile and its raining and night now, all of us screaming and yelling to see if we can find Will. "Will?! WILL!!" Mike yells, flashing his flashlight every direction for any sign of Will.

"BYERS?!" Lucas screams, also flashing his flashlight everywhere.

"WILL!!" I yell at the top of my lungs, my throat becoming scratchy and raspy.

"I've got your 'X-Men' 134!" Dustin hollers into the woods, all of us becoming tired. We look around for a few more minutes until I hear Dustin sigh, "Guys, I really think we should turn back.."

We all stop walking and turn to Dustin. To be completely honest, I'm really tired and I want to go home, but I also want to find Will. Lucas speaks up, "Seriously, Dustin, if you want to be a baby, just go home already." Lucas groans at Dustin's complaining.

"I'm just being realistic, Lucas," he replies, obviously annoyed at Lucas.

"No, you're being a sissy-" :ucas says, continuing to bicker with my brother. I roll my eyes as I see Mike stop, almost like he heard something.

"You ever think Will went missing because, you know, he ran into something bad? And now we're going to the place where he was last seen, and we don't even have weapons or anything-" Dustin exclaims over the pouring rain to an annoyed Lucas.

Mike interrupts Dustin, "Dustin, shut up." he says while looking everywhere. I walk up to him and look around to see if I can hear anything.

"I'm just sayin', does that seem smart to you?!" Dustin exclaims making me groan.

"Shut up!" I yell to him, Dustin shutting up immediately. The two boys turn to both me and Mike, confused as to why we were mad.

They walk up to us as Mike says, "You guys hear that?" he asks the four of us, the sound of bushes rustling fill my ears. I nod and use my flashlight to look around every which way. I turn around and just about jump out of my skin when I see a small girl with her head shaved. The boys look to where I'm looking and see the girl too.

"What the fu-"

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