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Love is in the Fics Challenge

Welcome to my first-ever writing challenge! Leading up to Valentine's Day I will be doing a fun prompt challenge. Below are 14 different prompts for you to use. Feel free to do them in any order you want. This challenge will run from February 1st-14th. If you want to join the challenge use the tag #loveisinthefics2025 when you post your stories. I can't wait to see what everyone comes up with!

Love potion

Secret admirer

Love letters

Giving flowers

Proposal

Last minute gifts

Alone on Valentine's Day

Heart shaped chocolates

Picnic

Dancing at midnight

Valentine's party

Second chance at romance

Falling in love

Valentine's Date

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I really enjoyed making this one. Let me know if you’d like to see more and what you’d want to see.

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New Years Kiss

A/N: Here's what I think each one of our favorite Stranger Things characters would share a kiss with you at midnight on New Year's Eve. Wanted to have this posted last night but it wouldn't show up in the tags no matter what I did, so let's hope it worked this time. Happy New Year! Dividers by @mikeykuns

Steve Harrington: He'd pull you in close and give you a deep kiss that would be sure to escalate. You'd both get lost in the kiss and it would turn into a small makeout session until it would undoubtedly be interrupted. Most likely by Dustin shouting at you two to get a room. Which is an idea that Steve would definitely entertain within minutes of the new year.

Eddie Munson: He'd be quick to pull you to his chest and lean in for a kiss before the countdown has even finished. His hands finding their way to cup your ass and his tongue explores your mouth. Both of you getting so lost in each other that you don't notice when the countdown finally finishes and it's officially the new year.

Jonathan Byers: He'd be shy about his kiss since his family and the rest of the gang are definitely watching the two of you. He'd pull you in and press his lips to yours in a solid kiss that leaves your head spinning and you wanting more before he quickly pulls back. He would be sure to pull you into his side and make sure you're next to him for the rest of the night.

Argyle: He'd be halfway through a joint when the countdown starts. One arm wrapped around your shoulder as you sit together on the couch. When the countdown finally ends he'd lean over and give you a solid kiss on the forehead before handing the joint to you. Before taking a hit you'd lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek.

Robin Buckley: She'd grow increasingly more nervous as the seconds tick down. When the countdown finally hits zero she'd be quick to place a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning bright red. Only for you to pull her back in for a solid kiss on the lips causing her to turn an even darker shade of red that you didn't know was possible.

Nancy Wheeler: She'd be so busy making sure the New Year's Eve party is running smooth, that she'd be rushing around until the last few seconds on the countdown. You'd be worried that she forgot about your plans to share a kiss at midnight until she appears at your side just in time. As the clock strikes midnight she'd pull you in for a solid kiss that leaves you wanting to deepen it. Before you get the chance she'd be rushing off to solve the next party problem with a gentle squeeze of your arm.

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LizzieBoo's Ficmas Masterlist 2024

Day 1

I'm Your Gift -Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Day 2

Snow Sky -Jonathan Byers x Reader

Day 3

Snowball Fights and Making it Right -Eddie Munson x Reader

Day 4

Naughty or Nice -Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader

Day 5

Baby's First Christmas -Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Day 6

A Very Merry Metal Christmas -Eddie Munson x Reader

Day 7

Mistletoe Mania -Jonathan Byers x Reader

Day 8

Ice Skating Shennanigans -Eddie Munson x Reader

Day 9

Christmas Party -Steve Harrington x Reader

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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Christmas Party

Steve Harrington x Reader

Ficmas Day 9

Summary: When your best friend Steve overhears you joking with Nancy it changes the course of your friendship forever.

Words: 1.2k

A/N: Happy last day of ficmas. I wanted to write 12 stories but that never happened. Honestly, though, I'm really happy with writing 9 becuase I never intended to do ficmas at all this year. Divider by @saradika-graphics

“Are we sure this is a good idea, what if someone calls the cops?” You ask, still not fully onboard with the idea of throwing a Christmas party. 

“Don’t worry it’s just for our group of friends plus if the cops get called we’re fine. Remember Chief Hopper is Jonathan and Will’s stepdad and he’d never bust them for having a party,” Steve reassures you as he hands you another box of decorations. 

Removing the lid from the box you grab out a couple strands of garland and begin to place them around the living room. Steve follows behind you stringing up lights as he goes. 

“You’re sure we won’t get in trouble?” 

“It’s just a casual Christmas party, not a rager I promise. Plus half the people coming are practically children. It’s just gonna be us hanging out and eating snacks for a few hours.” 

You knew Steve put his old habits behind him years ago but you were always nervous he would revert to his old ways. That this party would snap him back to who he used to be and what would start as an innocent group hang out would spiral into the party of the century. The fears that if he went back to his old ways he would drop you and you would be without a best friend once more rattled around your brain. As his words finally sink in you let your shoulders relax.

“Plus, Dustin is bringing Suzie and I don’t want to scare her off. He seems to really like her so as surrogate mom I need to make a good impression,” Steve jokes and the last of your reservations disappear. 

You continue to joke and talk as you finish putting up the last of the decorations. Every so often stopping to sneak a glance at your best friend wondering if there would ever be a chance for the two of you to be more. 

The doorbell rings right at seven and you make your way to the entryway. You open the door for Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin ushering them in from the cold. Nancy pulls you into a quick hug as Jonathan offers a quiet hello. 

“So where is the dingus?” Robin asks as she wiggles her eyebrows at you. 

Pushing her shoulder lightly you respond, “He’s in the kitchen finishing up getting snacks ready.” 

“I’ll go help him,” Robin announces before rushing off to the kitchen. 

“I’m guessing this means you haven’t talked to him about how you feel yet,” Nancy says as she loops her arm with yours and pulls you into the living room leaving Jonathan to get the door for the kids. 

You take a seat next to her on the couch. “I don’t wanna screw up what we have. He’s my best friend. Why risk losing him when I can just stay his friend forever and at least have him in my life.” 

Nancy pats your arm giving you the same sad look her and Robin use everytime they bring up the topic and you and Steve being something more. You reach out and tap her nose breaking the awkward tension forming. Just then the kids, Jonathan, and Eddie file into the living room taking up all the available seats. 

Glancing over your shoulder you look for any sign of Steve or Robin, wondering what is taking them so long. Turning your attention back to the room you smile at Eddie as he tries to mediate a fight between Lucas and Dustin about what Christmas movie everyone should watch. 

Steve and Robin make their way toward the living room right as Nancy leans over, “Maybe some alone time with Eddie could help you forget about your feelings for Steve,” she jokes. 

“I don’t doubt that, he could probably make me forget my own name,” you joke back, bumping your shoulder into hers and you both laugh. 

Behind you Steve shoves the tray of snacks he’s holding into Robin’s hands and rushes back into the kitchen needing some time to think. Robin takes it in stride and sets it on the coffee table with a loud thud. 

“I think I hurt my wrist carrying the tray. Do you think you can go help Steve with the rest?” Robin asks as she plops down on the couch between you and Nancy. Before you can even answer her and Nancy are already chatting away about something one of the kids said. 

Pushing off the couch you make your way into the kitchen to find Steve with his palms pushed against the countertop. His head hangs and his eyes are screwed shut. The sight of him sends a pang of panic to your chest. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask as you place a hand on his back. 

“Do you actually wanna fuck Munson?” he bites out as he curls a hand into a fist. 

Your hand drops to your side as quickly as your mouth falls open. You hadn’t realized that he heard your joke. If you knew he was standing there you never would have said anything. 

You take a moment to assess the situation before settling on your response, “It was just a dumb joke between me and Nancy. Plus I never said that I wanted to fuck him, just that he would probably be good at it.” 

“So you don’t wanna get under him?” His tone is gentler this time as he turns to look at you. 

“No, never. It was just a joke.” You run a hand along his arm hoping to calm him down so you can head back to the party in the other room. 

His hand reaches out and grabs your free hand holding you in place. “So do you still want to forget about your feelings for me?” His eyes search yours as if he’s trying to figure out what you are going to say. 

“Only if you want me to,” you whisper, now realizing the space between you had lessened. 

He drops your hand, stepping in to cup your cheek. “That’s the last thing I want baby” he mumbles before crashing his lips to yours. Your hands tangle in his hair as your lips move in sync. Taking a step back he presses you into the counter. The cool press against your back sends a shiver down your spine and you tug at his hair in an attempt to deepen the kiss. 

He pulls back and you drop your hands to his shoulders. You both take a moment to catch your breaths. He shoots you a smile before hoisting you onto the counter. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and he wastes no time diving back in for another kiss. 

This time when he pulls away it’s to trail a line of kisses down your neck. He works his way back up and gently nips at your earlobe causing you to let out a moan that you try to muffle with your hand. His lips press against your ear and he whispers, “The only one who is allowed to make you forget your name from now on is me.” You pull him back into another searing kiss completely forgetting about the party in the other room. 

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Ice Skating Shennangians

Eddie Munson x Reader

Ficmas Day 8

Summary: You finally convince your boyfriend Eddie to go ice skating with you and it goes about as chaotic as expected.

Words: 605

A/N: Divider by @saradika-graphics. Here's day 8 as promised, even though it is way past when this should've been posted. Hope you enjoy.

The ice skating rink outside the Starcout mall was deserted as you laced up your skates. Only a handful of others were brave enough to withstand the freezing cold temperatures to skate. Next to you your boyfriend Eddie was muttering under his breath. You knew he didn’t want to be out in the cold but was doing it for you. Just the thought of him caring enough to come skating with you made your heart swell. 

Grabbing his hand you lead him to the side of the rink. The second he steps onto the ice he grabs onto the wall and his grip on your hand tightens. His legs wobble under him like a baby deer trying to take its first steps. You cover your mouth with your free hand to hold back the laughter, knowing that if he catches you laughing your skate date will be over before you know it. 

“You better be ready to catch me if I fall,” Eddie grumbles before once more cautiously sliding his feet. 

You squeeze his hand before responding, “Of course, I would never let you fall” 

The two of you make a slow lap around the rink and once back at where you started Eddie’s shoulders relax. Finally starting to feel more confident on the skates, his hand loosens its grip on yours. Letting go of his hand you skate ahead of him and he manages to follow. 

“You’re doing great baby,” you shout over your shoulder before picking up a bit more speed. 

When you finally come to a stop he slides up next to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist he leans in for a quick kiss. A smile spreads on both of your faces as you bask in the warmth of each other. 

“Holy shit, I actually did it!” His grip tightens on your waist as his voice grows louder. 

“I knew you could do it.” 

He tugs at your waist in an attempt to pull you in again but this time your skates slip underneath you. You grasp at the material on his shoulders hoping to find something to help you catch your balance. Eventually gravity takes its toll and your feet fully slip out from under you, landing yourself on the cold ice. 

Standing above you Eddie bites his lip trying to hold back a laugh. The second you clock the smirk on his face you reach out and yank his arm pulling him down to join you on the freezing ground. He groans as his ass meets the ground and finally you let out a laugh. He shoots you a glare but it quickly dissolves into a smile before he is laughing with you on the ice. 

As your laughter dies out Eddie turns to you, “I’m really glad we did this.” Taking your hand he places a gentle kiss to the back of it before helping you up. 

“So you want to do this again next weekend?” you ask as you lead him out of the rink. 

“Absolutely not, but I can think of a few things we can do tonight.” He shoots you a wink as you roll your eyes at him. 

“I guess since you took me skating like I wanted, it’s only fair we do something you want.” You grab his hand as you walk back to his van. 

“Babe, you know you want all the same things that I do.” 

You pause and he stills next to you. Turning you meet his gaze and lean in for a quick kiss before whispering, “Of course I do, now let’s go heat this cold night up.” 

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Mistletoe Mania

Jonathan Byers x Reader

Ficmas Day 7

Summary: When you and your best friend Jonathan get trapped under the mistletoe tensions run high. But what happens when the mistletoe keeps popping up blurring the lines between friendship and more?

Words: 1.7k

A/N: Divider by @saradika-graphics This is posted like three days late but I will have day 8 posted today as well.

“Thanks for picking me up,” you tell your best friend Jonathan as you climb into the passenger seat of his car. 

“No problem, we were gonna drive past your house anyway,” he tells you while checking the rearview mirror to back the car out of your driveway. 

“So are you guys excited for the party?” You ask, making sure to turn around so Will would know he was included in the conversation. 

He begins to ramble on about all the things he and his friends have planned for tonight. You listen carefully chiming in at various points. From the driver’s seat Jonathan steals glances at you wondering how he got so lucky to have a best friend that treats his little brother with so much love. He feels his heartbeat speed up as he listens to you trade corny jokes with Will and your laughter fills the car. 

As you finally pull into the Wheeler’s driveway you lean over the center console and squeeze Jonathan’s arm. “Seriously, thank you so much for picking me up. I don’t know what I would do without you.” The smile you send his way has him wanting to melt into his seat. He wanted to do whatever it took to keep that smile there all the time. 

Your moment is broken as Will slams the car door and runs up to the house. Hopping out of the car the two of you follow him up the driveway to the front door where Nancy is waiting with a smirk. You shoot her a look but she ignores it instead stepping back into the house to let the two of you in. 

The second you make it through the door you’re overwhelmed with the sound of shouting. It takes a second for you to process that the shouting is being directed at the two of you. Only once you look up do you realize that you and your best friend have found yourself in a more than friendly situation. 

The green mistletoe dangles just about the front door where you’re both currently standing. Pointing at the small plant Jonathan finally gets the hint and looks up to see what all the noise is about. His cheeks turn red at the sight and you can’t help but laugh at his sheepish expression. 

“Kiss already,” Robin yells from the other room. Finally you take charge and slowly lean in to press a quick kiss to his lips. 

You pull away almost instantly as butterflies overtake your stomach. You had just kissed your best friend and it was the best kiss you ever had. And that was saying a lot because it was barely even a kiss. Just your lips ghosting against his. He clears his throat as he runs a hand through his hair and all you can imagine is running your fingers through it yourself as you explore his mouth with your own. 

“I’m gonna go grab a drink,” you announce to no one in particular as you make your way towards the Wheeler’s kitchen. Hoping that some space from the scene of the crime will calm your nerves enough to pretend that the kiss hadn’t confirmed what you had been repressing for so long. You were irrevocably in love with your best friend and there was no denying it anymore. 

Grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator you let the cool air wash over your face. Closing the door you take one final deep breath to steady your nerves. You pick at the label on the bottle as you make your way out of the kitchen not watching where you’re walking. Which is exactly why you walk straight into Jonathan. 

He grabs your shoulders in an attempt to steady you. You give him a shy smile unsure of how to act around him anymore. “Sorry,” is all you manage to say before you’re being interrupted. 

“Looks like you’re caught under the mistletoe,” Max points out before pushing past the two of you. At the mere mention of mistletoe the rest of your group of friends come rushing in ready to witness another embarrassing moment between the two of you. 

“Come on guys kiss for real this time,” Eddie urges as he leans an arm on the top of Dustin’s head. 

This time there is no awkward staring wondering who will make the first move. Instead Jonathan leans in and presses a solid kiss to your lips. It couldn’t have lasted more than a second but it sent you spiraling. As if the world had fallen out from beneath your feet. You blink at him a few times unsure of what to do. Before you figure it out he makes his way into the kitchen leaving you standing there speechless. 

Little did you know that he was also freaking out. His best friend who he’d had a crush on for years has finally kissed him. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t just ask you out and assume you felt the same since it was only a mistletoe kiss. For all he knew you were just going along with it because it was a tradition. He didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize you walking out of his life. Especially because he knew it would affect more than just him in the grand scheme of things. 

Lost in his thoughts he makes his way back to the living room. He takes the last open spot which happens to be on the couch next to you. He’s so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t realize that both Eddie and Steve are sitting on the floor instead of the perfectly good spot next to you. It’s only once he hears the cheers that he snaps his attention to the room around him. Next to him your head is buried in your hands. He glances around the room confused about why you seem so embarrassed. 

Finally Will fills him in on what he’s missing, “Part three?” Will then points to the small bundle of mistletoe hanging over the section of the couch the two of you are sharing. 

Turning red again Jonathan looks around the room. “What’s with all the mistletoe?” 

“Holly really wanted to put it up everywhere, must be some weird kid thing,” Mike shrugs as he explains. 

When you finally lift your head from your hands you turn to meet his gaze. As you lean in to kiss him for the third time tonight you flip off your friends. Pressing your lips to his you can barely enjoy it knowing this had to have been a scheme by your friends since they knew about your crush. 

Before you get the chance to fully pull away Jonathan whispers, “Can we talk for a minute?” His warm breath across your face makes your stomach flip before it plummets at the sound of his question. 

You nod before standing to follow him into the dining room away from all your prying friends. He paces the length of the room running his hands through his hair. There is some quiet mumbling that you can’t quite make out. Eventually you reach out and grab his arm, stopping him from continuing his trek across the room. 

Standing directly in front of him you ask, “What did you need to talk about?” You hold his gaze willing yourself to come off as casual and not a bundle of nerves. 

He takes a deep breath before reaching out to cup your cheek. “I’ve had a crush on you for a long time and I never wanted to ruin our friendship,” he begins, suddenly unable to look you in the eyes. “I thought that if I ever said anything and you didn’t like me back then I’d lose you and  I didn’t want that. But I figure after how everything has gone tonight I should tell you and either you feel the same or you walk away from me. Which you would probably do even if I didn’t confess since I probably made it painfully obvious all night that I’m head over heels in love with you.” 

Your eyes well with tears as he finishes up his confession. The warmth of his palm against your cheek grounding you in the moment. You try to blink the tears away hoping to share your own heartfelt confession without being a sobbing mess. Instead a tear rolls down your cheek and he gently wipes it away. 

“I’ve had a crush on you forever and it wasn’t until all of this mistletoe mania tonight that I realized it wasn’t some silly high school crush I never grew out of but that I had fallen in love with you.” You hiccup as the tears fall freely now. Jonathan’s arms wrap around your waist pulling you to his chest. “It’s just I never realized that all the little things that I thought I liked about you as a friend were actually the things that were making me fall in love with you.” 

His fingers skim across your cheek once more before he cups your chin and leans in for another kiss. This time you both lean in and your mouths move together. Your hands finally find their home in his hair, giving it a light tug. 

“This is how I should’ve kissed you from the start,” he mumbles against your lips. He nips at your bottom lip and you pull his hair harder. 

“Don’t worry about the past,” you pant, “let’s just focus on right now.” You slot your lips against his again never wanting the feeling to end. 

“Save that for your own house,” Mr. Wheeler chides as he shuffles toward the kitchen. 

The two of you spring apart mumbling apologies. He waves you off and you both go rushing back to the rest of your friends. Eager to get away from the awkward tension settling in the dining room. Jonathan’s hand finds yours and as your fingers intertwine your heart swells. Taking your seats on the couch again you bury your head in his shirt to avoid the teasing of your friends. 

Only looking up when you hear Robin say, “See Nance, I told you all the mistletoe would work.” You look at both of your friends before flipping them off once more. When you hear Jonathan’s laughter next to you and remember just how well it worked out you can’t help but also blow a kiss to each of your meddling friends. 

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A Very Merry Metal Christmas

Eddie Munson x Reader

Ficmas Day 6

Summary: Eddie hates Christmas music and you love it so you find a compromise.

Words: 387

A/N: Divider by @saradika-graphics

“Eddie, baby, can we please listen to some Christmas music?” you ask your boyfriend as you slide into the passenger seat of his van. 

His hand lands on your thigh as you settle into the seat. His ring laden fingers tap along to the beat of the song blaring from the radio. 

As the song ends he glances in your direction only to be met with your pouting face. “You know I can’t say no to that face babe.” He lifts his hand to turn the dial on the radio looking for a station playing Christmas music that he deems bearable. 

After he skips through numerous Christmas stations you finally reach out and grab his hand. Placing it back on your leg you reach into your coat pocket and pull out a cassette tape. He eyes you for a moment before turning his attention back to the road. You slip the cassette into the player and once it loads the sounds of guitars and drums fill the car. 

“This doesn’t sound very Christmassy,” Eddie says. 

“Give it a second,” you urge as a smile takes over your face. 

Then just as promised the lyrics begin. The words to a familiar Christmas classic fill the car. Eddie turns to look at you, eyes wide. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before finally processing what he’s listening to. 

“Babe, did you find metal Christmas music?” he asks in shock. 

“Yeah, I know you don’t like regular Christmas music and I wanted us to both be happy so I searched around and found this.” 

He squeezes your thigh in appreciation, taking a moment to let the words sink in. “I love you so fucking much,” Eddie gushes. You lean across the center console and press a kiss to his cheek. 

“You know, I bet you could do some covers and people would love it. I know I would.” 

“Babe, if it’s what you want then it’s settled Corroded Coffin is gonna make a Christmas album.” 

You do a little happy dance in your seat before intertwining your fingers with his. The cool metal presses against your skin and you lay your head back. Content to let the music fill the silence as you take in what is shaping up to be one of the best Christmases yet. 

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Whispers in the Shadows Part 2

Eventual Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Being new to town you befriend Steve and the gang. Close friendships are formed but you can't help but feel like there are secrets they are keeping from you. Could this have anything to do with the uneasy feeling you've had since you moved? The feeling that something is lurking in the shadows watching your every move.

Words: 365

A/N: Tiny little chapter with some fun bonding to hold you over until ficmas is over and I have more time to work on this series.

“Wait, so you and Steve worked at an ice cream place together?” I ask, as I throw my hand over my mouth in a futile attempt to silence my laughter. 

“Yeah it was called Scoops Ahoy and we had to dress like sailors, I’ve never been so glad that the mall burned down then when I think about being stuck in that damn costume for work everyday.” Robin gestures wildly as she complains from her spot on the floor. 

Nancy bites her lip before adding, “No offense but those outfits didn’t do either of you any favors.” This sets Robin off into another fit of giggles, this time taking Nancy with her. 

I roll over the words once more before I realize Robin mentioned that the mall had burnt down. Since moving here I hadn’t heard of anything about a mall let alone a mall fire. 

Furrowing my brows I look at both girls in front of me and ask, “Why did the mall burn down?” 

Robin's hands fall to her sides and the last of the laughter dies out. My one little question has left the room silent and I can’t help but feel like I’ve overstepped. 

I bite my lower lip suddenly hyper aware of how I ruined the mood. “It doesn’t matter, just forget I asked.” 

Robin and Nancy both shoot each other questioning looks as Robin spins one of the various rings adorning her fingers. Their silent conversation has me scrambling for anything to say to break the tension I unknowingly created. 

“Please tell me Jonathan got a picture of these uniforms.” I force a laugh and pray that my sad attempt at a joke lands. Robin and Nancy burst into a fit of giggles and suddenly everything feels normal again. 

“He does somewhere I’ll have to ask him for it so you can see.” 

The night carries on like normal with movies, snacks, and lots of jokes but I still can’t shake the feeling of being an outsider. That there are all these things that they have experienced together that I may never know about. Especially if they freeze up every time I ask them about something they randomly mention. 

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Baby's First Christmas

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Ficmas Day 5

Summary: You and Steve take the time to prepare for your daughter's first Christmas. Along the way, you take the time to talk about what the future might look like.

Words: 1.3k

A/N: Amazing borders from @saradika-graphics

The days until Christmas were counting down at a rapid rate. It was getting closer to your daughter’s first Christmas and you wanted to make sure it was special. You and Steve had decided that you would go shopping together so you could make sure you both agreed on everything you got for her. 

Strapping Josie into her car seat you slip into the seat next to her as Steve climbs into the driver’s seat. Looking in the rearview mirror at you Steve asks, “And we’re sure that Jonathan and Nancy can watch her the whole time?” 

“Yeah I called Nance earlier to double check, she said they are free all day and would love to spend time with her.” Steve shoots you a smile before pulling out of your driveway and making his way towards your friend’s house. 

By the time you pull into their driveway Josie’s eyes are heavy with sleep. Grabbing her diaper bag you step out of the car and head around to grab her out of her car seat. Steve meets you by the car door and takes the bag from your shoulder as you reach in to pick up your almost one year old. 

She clings to you as you wrap her blanket around her tiny body. You carry her up the front stairs with Steve at your side. The door swings open before you even get the chance to knock. Nancy’s beaming face greets you as you step into the warm house. Josie wiggles in your arms and you set her on the ground. As you do Nancy takes her bag and blanket from you and places them in the living room for her and Jonathan to use later. 

Josie crawls after her and you and Steve follow. You watch as Jonathan's eyes light up when they land on your daughter and he scoops her up in his arms. 

“Hi, little miss JoJo,” he coos and she waves at him. 

Steve wraps his arm around your shoulder as you watch Nancy and Jonathan fuss over your daughter. The overwhelming love for your friends washes over you. Breaking free from Steve you rush over to Nancy, pulling her into a crushing hug. “Thank you for being the best,” you whisper into her hair. 

“I’d do anything for you,” she whispers back. 

Finally letting go you curl back into Steve’s side. Sharing a look you decide it’s probably time to head out or you will never get all your shopping done in time. You and Steve both give Josie a kiss before heading toward the door. Glancing over your shoulder you look at your daughter and remind her, “Be good for Aunt Nancy and Uncle Jonathan.” 

“Bye bye,” she calls after you as you open the door. 

Once in the car you slump into the passenger seat. Steve slips into the driver seat and rests his hand on your leg. Rubbing soothing circles with his thumb as he starts the car. 

“Do you think it ever gets easier leaving her?” you ask once you’ve made it on the main road. 

“Probably not, but at least we know we have the best babysitters in the world.” 

Smiling at him you add, “Yeah, they’ve had a lot of practice.” This pulls a snort from him as he makes a turn. 

You pull into the mall parking lot with a vague idea of what you want to buy and a lot of faith that someone will have what you need. The next few hours are spent meticulously looking over all the toy and clothes options the stores have to offer. By the time the two of you make it home the car is filled with gifts for an undoubtedly spoiled little girl. 

As Steve brings the last of the bags in from the car you settle in front of the Christmas tree with wrapping paper and scissors in hand. He takes a seat next to you and begins to pull items out of various bags. 

As you wrap another toy in the bright red paper Steve asks, “What do you think this will be like when she’s older?” 

“Well, there will probably be more presents to wrap,” you joke. His eyes light up at your words. 

“Like more presents because we will have more kids?” His tone is hopeful and you begin to realize that you never really discussed having more kids. Josie had been such a surprise that you had jumped into parenting and never looked back. Never taking the time to talk about if you would have more kids since you were so focused on the present. 

You chew on your bottom lip thinking about the possibility. When you think about the last year with your baby girl you can’t help but smile. Sure there were rough days, weeks, and even months but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

Finally after mulling it over you tell him, “I think I’d love to have more kids with you.” 

“You know I’ve always imagined having four kids, but even if you told me right now you didn’t want any more I would still be the happiest man alive because I have you and Josie in my life.” 

You smile at him as his overwhelming love for you washes over the room. Reaching over you squeeze his hand in a subtle show of affection. 

“I don’t know about four, how about we see how two goes first.” 

The wrapping paper drops from his hands and he crawls across the carpet to close the distance. His lips land on yours in a deep kiss and your arms snake around his neck. When he finally pulls back you can’t help but to laugh. 

“I didn’t mean right now,” you joke. 

He pouts at you before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Well you know practice makes perfect.” 

This time it's your turn to drop what you're holding and climb into his lap. You pepper kisses over his face as his hands come to rest on your hips. His hands slip into the back pockets of your jeans as he pulls you in for another kiss. 

It doesn’t take long before you find yourself calling Nancy and Jonathan asking if they can watch Josie for another hour. It takes even less time for Steve to drag you into your bedroom after they agree. The presents left half wrapped in the living room as you spend the rest of your time alone together in bed. 

Two years later: 

Christmas time was coming up quickly once again. This time you sat on the couch with your new baby in your arms as Steve held the other. When you had told Steve you wanted to see how two kids went first the universe had taken it literally and blessed you with twins.  

Josie sat on the floor by the Christmas tree playing with various toys that Dustin had gotten for her. As the sound of the doorbell rings she pushes up and chases after Steve as he goes to open the door. Baby in arm and toddler at his feet he opens the door to greet Jonathan and Nancy. 

“Are you sure you guys are up for this? It seems like a lot to deal with,” Nancy asks as she sets her son on the floor to play with Josie. 

“Don’t worry Robin is coming over later to help out, besides Joshua keeps Josie busy and he’s an angel so if anything it makes our life easier,” you reassure your friend. 

“We won’t be out long, we are just grabbing a couple presents and then we will be right back to pick him up,” Jonathan adds. 

Steve smiles at you before turning back to his friend, “That’s what we said before too, it’s okay if you need some extra time.” He emphasises his words with a quick wink that causes you to shake your head. 

“Go have fun,” you shout as you push them towards the door. 

“Not too much fun though,” Steve adds. 

“Or do, we could use some buddies for the twins,” you tease, causing Jonahtan to turn bright red. 

[lizzie-boo]

Naughty or Nice?

Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader

Ficmas Day 4

Summary: You finally decide to make the first move by leaving scandalous pictures for Jonathan to find when he develops the roll.

Words: 1.5K

A/N: Hope you enjoy this as much as I did. Amazing Christmas divider is from @saradika-graphics

You had been best friends with Jonathan since high school. You stuck by his side through thick and thin, never once wavering even in the face of danger. You had been to hell and back but never did your friendship falter. Yet, here you were ready to potentially implode it all with one risky move. 

Normally you would have just told him that after all the years your friendship had morphed into more than just friendly affection towards him. However, every time you tried to casually mention that you had feelings towards him it seemed to go right over his head. He never fully got the gist of what you were trying to confess. So this time you wanted to make sure he got the message loud and clear. 

The only problem was that you were laying it all on the line this time and if he didn’t feel the same way there would be no going back. No more movie nights where you would tuck yourself into his couch and pile on all the blankets until he had to fight for even a corner of one. No more early morning nature walks where you would quietly chat about your week or your dreams for the future as he snapped endless photos of everything he could see. No more quiet moments laying on the floor in his living room as you listened to his newest mixtape. There would be no more of anything that involved Jonathan but you had to take the risk.

You had watched him over the last few weeks and had seen enough to convince yourself that he maybe felt the same way. And that maybe was enough to fuel you and the crazy scheme you had concocted to confess that he was more than just a friend to you. 

Now as you sat on his bed with his camera in hand you knew there would be no going back. Tugging at the top of the lingerie, you adjusted it to make sure that your boobs were positioned just right to make it look like they were spilling out of the top. Looking down at the sheer red fabric you realized it covered even less than you had thought. The outline of your nipples were visible through the mesh and it gave you an idea. Reaching into the cups you pinched your nipples before rolling them between your fingers. Your eyes falling shut as you imagined it was Jonathan’s hands on your body. 

Finally removing a hand you reached for his camera before holding it up to snap a shot of you touching yourself. Letting your eyes fall shut again you let yourself get lost in the feeling as you snapped another picture. When your hand is finally freed from the top of the lingerie you bring the camera towards you. Turning the aperture you position yourself for another picture. This time you lean forward in hopes of getting a decent shot of your cleavage. Once again you spin the aperture praying that at least a few of the photos will come out with a decent exposure so Jonathan can see exactly what you have to offer. 

Sitting up on your knees you pull the material up just enough to show the curve of your ass and the lacy black string of your thong. Bending just enough to reach behind you, you click the shutter, the sound echoing off the bedroom walls. As your knees fall open you slide your hand down the front of your panties. WIth another click you capture the moment. 

Your fingers circle your clit before gently running over your slick folds. The moan that slips out has you thankful that you’re here alone. You take a moment to quickly slip out of the lacy underwear before spreading your legs once more. You rub quick circles against your clit as you snap a few more photos. Slipping one finger into your wet heat you take a second to bask in the feeling of just how wet you are from the thought of his alone. You click the shutter one last time before the camera slips out of your hand and you lose yourself in the feeling of your fingers and the thoughts of what it would be like if it were your best friend’s hands on you instead. 

Eventually, your orgasm washes over you and you make quick work of changing out of the lingerie and back into your movie night attire. Tucking the red garment back in your bag you turn to make your way into the living room. Just before you flick the lights off you notice the wet patch near the bottom of the bed. Tugging the blankets to cover it you send out a silent prayer that he doesn’t move the blanket until the spot is dry. 

It’s just over a week later and you sit anxiously on the edge of Jonathan’s couch waiting for him to get home. You had your weekly movie night scheduled so you being here wouldn’t seem strange if he hadn’t developed the film. However, if he did then this would be the night that would either make or break your friendship. Your leg bounces as you eye the door, ears tuned into the door listening for any sounds of his arrival. Finally you hear the scrape of keys and his mumbled curses as he struggles to unlock the door. 

When the door swings open and he steps in, his eyes immediately lock onto yours. His hair is mused as if he’s been running his hands through it all day and his cheeks are flushed. He drops his camera bag by the door and his keys clink as they hit the table. He stands there mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the right words. 

Eventually he settles on, “What was with all those pictures?” 

“I guess Santa came early this year,” you joke in an attempt to figure out how Jonathan feels about the situation. 

“He’s clearly not the only one who came.” His tone is sharp but his eyes never leave yours as he crosses the room. You blink up at him before slowly standing up to close the gap between you. 

You bite your lip and his eyes dart down to watch. “I just wanted you to see what you do to me,” you mumble with a shrug that you hope came off as casual as you wanted it to. 

“Well next time baby, I better be the one taking the pictures.” The term of endearment rolls off his tongue so naturally that it has your head spinning and thighs clenching. 

“I think we can arrange that, if you let me check I can see if I’m free for another session tonight,” you tease. 

He lets out a quiet almost impossible to hear growl before his hand grips your waist and he pulls you to his chest. Your hands rest on his shoulders as he leans in to whisper, “The only one touching you tonight is me, got it? Besides I think you might need to be punished for the naughty little stunt you pulled. Do you know how embarrassing it was to find those pictures? There were other people in the dark room with me who probably saw me trying not to get hard over the sight of you.” 

The gasp you let out warms his face before he slams his lips into yours. It’s a frenzy of lips, tongues, and teeth as you both pour every ounce of pent up emotion into it. 

“I think it was pretty nice of me to let you in on such a private moment,” you pant as you finally part for air. 

“Whatever you say.” His hand finds yours and you follow behind him as he leads you back to the scene of the crime. 

His bed stands before you looking just as inviting as the last time you were in it. Jonathan’s lips trail kisses along your neck as you move towards the bed. Falling onto the bed you take in the sight of him towering above you. Reaching out you grab his shirt and pull him down to you, capturing his mouth in another searing kiss. 

“As devastatingly beautiful as you looked in all that lace, I can’t wait to see everything underneath.” The words tickle against your warming skin. 

“So you don’t want me to go put it on? I have it in my bag.” You smirk at him as he bites his lower lip to hold in a groan. 

“Baby, are you trying to kill me?” His hands slip under your shirt, circling your waist, before pushing it up to reveal more skin. “Save it for later, right now I don’t want anything in my way.” 

Reclaiming his lips you let the feeling of his touch wash over you. It was everything you had ever dreamt of and more. You let yourself get lost in the feeling trying to savor every moment together so you can remember the night everything changed between the two of you. 

[lizzie-boo]

Y'all are in for a treat tomorrow. I'm working on a new ficmas story for Jonathan. It wasn't supposed to be posted for a few more days but I'm way too excited about it to hold out on you. SOOO be on the lookout for a new Jonathan x Fem!Reader coming out tomorrow called Naughty or Nice. And let me tell you that title is definitely spot on for this one.

[lizzie-boo]

Snowball Fights and Making it Right

Eddie Munson x Reader

FIcmas Day 3

Words: 956

A/N: Not super happy with this one but I still hope you all enjoy it. Also will be trying to post more of my ficmas stories soon, work has just been so tiring this week.

Hellfire club had just ended and the crew was headed to the Hawkins High parking lot ready to head home for the night. All you wanted was to take a shower and climb into bed after a long day of classes and an even longer DnD session than normal. You hadn’t expected for everyone to get so caught up in this week's section of the campaign that you went over your normal stopping time. Yet, here you were walking out of the school half an hour later than normal. 

As you pushed the doors to the parking lot open you stopped dead in your tracks. The parking lot that was empty save for a few cars earlier was now coated in a thick blanket of snow. 

“It wasn’t supposed to snow today,” you complain as you step into the white powder. 

“Dude this is like a Christmas miracle!” Dustin exclaims as he runs into the snow. 

Eddie chuckles as his friend before not so subtly whispering to you, “He does know Christmas isn’t for like three more weeks right?” 

The second the words leave Eddie’s lips you watch Dustin scowl. Then as if it was happening in slow motion you watch the younger boy lean down and scoop up a ball of snow. Eddie watches as the snowball hurtles towards him and at the last second he steps out of the way. Allowing for the snowball to land squarely on your chest. 

You send a glare to both boys as you watch the rest of the Hellfire club scurry away not wanting to be caught in the middle of what they knew would turn into an all out fight. “Henderson, you are so dead,” you yell before taking off after him. 

You chase him through the parking lot leaving snowy footprints in your wake. When he finally stops running, hands on his knees panting, you strike. Your gloved hands reach down to scoop up snow as your other grabs the back of his coat. Dustin opens his mouth to argue but before the words can escape you’re dumping the handful of snow down his coat. He screams in shock before he begins to shake in an attempt to get all the snow out. 

From across the parking lot you hear Eddie laughing at him. When you turn in his direction his laughter dies out immediately. He starts to make a beeline for his van and you jump into action. As you close the distance between the two of you reach down for another handful of snow. Eddie fumbles with the keys in his hand trying to unlock his van as you skid to a stop right behind him. 

You raise your arm ready to let the snow go when he grabs your arm stopping you. The unexpected movement causes your feet to slip beneath you. Your free arm shoots out in an attempt to find your balance but it’s too late. You fall back into the soft snow taking Eddie down with you. 

Looking to your side you see him lying in the snow out of breath as he stares up at the snowy sky. In one quick movement you throw your leg over his hips and press your palms into his shoulders. Pushing his shoulders you use the momentum to help you sit up. Now that your hands are free you shift to the side in an attempt to grab more snow. The shift in your hips causes you to accidentally grind against him. 

Eddie’s hands shoot out grabbing your hips to hold you in place. You freeze and the position you’re in finally sinks in. Eddie looks up at you, your eyes wide and chest heaving from the last few minutes. As he watches the snow fall around you he can’t help but stare in awe at how beautiful you look. Even if your chest is heaving from all the running and your eyes are wide with the shock of the current situation. Instinctively his fingers grip your hips tighter pressing you into him more.

You blink at him once, then twice. Finally as if you are snapping back to reality you grind against him on purpose. He bites his lip in an attempt to stop a moan from slipping out. Leaning forward you push his hair out of the way before whispering, “Don’t hold back.” 

Those three words are all it takes for the both of you to throw caution to the wind and crash your lips together. You tangle your fingers in his hair as he pulls you closer. He pulls back with a gentle nip to your bottom lip. 

“As much as I’d love to continue this, the snow is getting really cold.” Eddie motions to the snow surrounding his spot on the ground. 

“Oops.” You press your hands into the ground and move to stand up. As you stand over him you let one last chunk of snow go and it lands on his face. He jumps up quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist. He presses his cold nose into the side of your neck causing you to shriek. 

“Now that wasn’t very nice, was it babe?” he scolds before trailing a line of kisses up your neck. 

“Letting Dustin hit me with a snowball wasn’t very nice either was it?” you retort. 

“Well how about we make it up to each other back at my place where it’s warm?” 

“I could go for a shower.” You wink at him as he stares at you in shock. You grab the keys off the ground and hop into his van waiting for him to take you home for what you know is going to be a long but memorable night.

[lizzie-boo]

Snow Sky

Jonathan Byers x Reader

Summary: You wake Jonathan up in the middle of the night to go look at the snow.

Words: 660

A/N: Ficmas Day 2 is done! Hope you enjoy.

“Wake up,” you whisper as you gently shake your boyfriend. He mumbles something before pulling you closer to his chest, burying his head into your neck. 

“Come on, get up, we need to go outside,” you urge while shaking him again. This time Jonathan sits up just enough to slowly blink at you. You pull the blankets off your legs and sit up as a smile takes over your face. 

He runs a hand over his face before finally asking, “What’s going on?” 

You jump off the bed and pull on a sweatshirt that you find on the back of his desk chair. The material is soft on your skin as you pull the hood over your head. His eyes follow your form in the dark as you shuffle around his room in an attempt to bundle up. Finally when he realizes you won’t be getting back into bed any time soon he swings his legs out of bed. He hurries to throw on clothes before following you out of the room. 

By the time he reaches the hallway you’re halfway out the front door leaving it wide open for him to follow. He gently closes the door behind him before coming up and wrapping his arms around you. 

“Why are we out here so late?” he whispers in your ear as he rests his head against yours. 

Your smile widens further as you tip your head back and take in the night sky. The moonlight filters through a crack in the clouds and you catch sight of the snowflakes drifting down. “Look, it’s snowing, just like I said it would.” 

Jonathan presses a kiss to your cheek before whispering, “I never doubted for a minute that it would snow. If you say it looks like a snow sky then I believe you baby.” 

“I know a snow sky when I see it and here’s the snow to prove it.” You reach your hand out letting a few flakes land in the palm of your hand. Jonathan watches you smiling at how beautiful you look when you’re excited about the small things in life. 

“Stay right here, I’ll be right back.” He presses another kiss to your cheek before rushing back in the house. 

You turn towards the house, about to ask what he’s doing, but he’s already disappeared inside. You glance back up at the sky watching as the soft flakes float down to the ground. Tipping your head back you reach your arms out trying to soak in as much of the first snow as you can. That’s when you hear the telltale click of Jonathan’s camera. 

Catching his eye you stick your tongue out at him and he snaps another picture. The moon and porch light cast you in a soft glow and he knows he made the right choice to capture the moment. 

“The snow is getting heavier, isn’t it beautiful?” you ask. 

The camera shutter clicks again as you blink the snow from your eyelashes. “Yeah, you are beautiful.” Jonathan smiles from behind the camera and you can’t help but laugh at the cheesy line. 

Making your way back to the porch you watch as the snow begins to cover the grass and let out a happy sigh. Once you're back at his side you lean in and press a kiss to his lips basking in the warmth of him.  

“Want me to make us some hot chocolate so we can sit and watch the snow a little longer?” His breath is warm against your face as you gently nod in response. He gives you another kiss before heading back into the house. 

You take a seat on the top step and watch in awe as the snow accumulates on the ground. As you sit in the silence you wish for many more nights like this to come. Nights filled with joy, love, and innumerable pictures to capture the small moments of your life together. 

[lizzie-boo]

I'm Your Gift

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: You surprise Steve with an early Christmas gift, you in a new lingerie set.

Words: 480

Ficmas Day 1

A/N: There's no smut in this cause I'm still unsure about writing it. But there is potential for it so if that's something you would be interested in let me know and I might make an extended version or a part two for this.

“I know we said we weren’t doing gifts this year but I got you a little something that I wanted to give you,” you tell your boyfriend Steve who is lying next to you in bed. 

“Baby you didn’t have to,” He says while rubbing his thumb across your cheek. 

You roll your eyes at him. “If it makes you feel better it’s technically for me, but it’s also a gift for you. You’ll understand in a minute.” He quirks his brow at you and you have to bite your lip to keep from smiling. “I’ll be right back.” You jump out of bed and race out of the room. 

Steve leans back into the pillows and crosses his legs while he waits for you to come back. Your words swirl around his brain but he can’t figure out what you mean. What could be for you but also a gift for him? Your light knock on the bedroom door snaps him from his thoughts. Pushing the door open you stand in the doorway. Steve’s mouth falls open as he stares at you. The hallway light shines behind you making it seem as if you are glowing. 

You take a cautious step into the room unsure if he likes the present or not. It’s not until you make your way over to the bed and see the noticeable tent in his jeans that you know you made the right choice with this gift. Carefully climbing onto the bed you straddle his lap. 

“I’m your gift, you can unwrap me if you want,” you whisper, suddenly feeling shy at his lack of response. 

His fingers trail up the red velvet fabric that covers the middle of your torso. He trails his fingers all the way up to the bow that is resting against your neck. His other hand rests against the two strips of fabric covering your hip. 

His eyes trail over you taking in every inch of skin that isn’t covered in fabric, not that there was much covered to begin with. Taking a deep breath you reach up and remove the two bows you had stuck on your boobs earlier in an attempt to cover a bit more skin. Steve’s eyes widen even more as his fingers trace the outer edge of your newly exposed skin. 

“This is the best present ever,” he mumbles in awe. 

Leaning in you place your lips to the shell of his ear. Then whispering you tell him, “Just wait until you realize there’s a lot less being covered than you think.” 

His eyebrows shoot up as he chokes in a breath. You bite your lip again trying not to laugh at his reaction. “Easy access, just for you,” is the last thing you say before he flips you on your back and begins his exploration of the bright red lingerie and your body.

[lizzie-boo]

Whispers In The Shadows Masterlist

Summary: Being new to town you befriend Steve and the gang. Close friendships are formed but you can't help but feel like there are secrets they are keeping from you. Could this have anything to do with the uneasy feeling you've had since you moved? The feeling that something is lurking in the shadows watching your every move.

Prologue

Chapter 1