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I FINALLY GOT ACCESS TO TAGS BACK 😭😭😭

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Since tumblr has decided to not let me use tags, message, or except submissions anymore, I will be going through the process of migrating this blog to my old blog. I will be republishing my fics and such onto my other blog, as I will probably be wiping this one clean since it's kind of useless at this point.

If you like my writing, please follow me at @riotvandriver for more Stranger Things stuff!

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so we can all agree that our favorite metalhead didn't die and will be alive in fanfics forever, yeah?

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I found out yesterday that my blog was marked as a bot account, so I have sadly lost almost all features on my account..

I'm waiting for tumblr support to respond to my ticket, and hopefully within the next couple of days I will be able to republish the second part to that Steve fic and get it on tags :))

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I probably finished that fic at the worst time to write a fic in ST history :')

Oh well, it helped me stop crying so hard because I just finished the rest of season 4 ahahaha heeey

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yes my mental stability is dependent on whatever the fuck is about to happen in stranger things and what about it

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When I go to work tomorrow morning, this will be the only thing on my mind

Thank you all for helping me reach this milestone hehe

(Genuinly, this is the most notes I've ever gotten on a post in general)

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The Night We Met - Lord Huron 1/2

Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

-> Y/N risks her life during the battle at Starcourt to keep her brother safe.

-> Read Part Two

(Warnings: ANGST, Kind of graphic depictions of fatal injuries, Established friendship between Reader and Steve, Happy ending, Set in Season 3, Possible two parts?)

Steve and Y/N were ducked behind a kiosk in the center of the mall. Fear loomed over the two as they could hear the Mind flayer moving around slow but erratically at the other end of the Starcourt Mall. Still coming down from the mysterious drugs they had been injected with earlier by the Russians they clung to one another's arm. “Okay, I officially hate this place,” Y/N whispers aggressively to Steve. “Yeah, welcome to the club, kid.” He retorts.

Peaking out from the corner, Y/N sees that Dustin had began to creep from his hiding place, holding the walky-talky in hand as he whispered into it. He was so focused on what he was saying he hadn’t even noticed he was walking right into the creatures path.

Pausing, the being roared out causing the ground to shake once again.

The creature began to lunge at the boy. Y/N rose from behind the kiosk.

Rising a bit, Steve gets ready to snatch his friend from the Mind flayer’s path of destruction, he realized that Y/N had already left the safety of their shelter.

The image of her brother, standing frozen in the face of his certain death was an image that would be forever burned into her mind.

Something caught her eyes as she began to sprint in the direction her brother stood. It shined in the flickering neon lights amongst the rubble. Swooping down she snagged the cold metal pipe up into her hand. Rushing up to where Dustin stood, she shoved him behind a nearby planter as she continued to walk slowly towards the beast. “What are you doing!?” Dustin’s voice called out, though sounded very fair off to Y/N, almost like it was an echo. Dustin could no long fight back the hot tears that began to stream down his cheeks.

Y/N spun the long metal pole in her hand, raising it above her head. She no longer had control over her body as instinct set in. Nothing but pure adrenaline was coursing through her veins. The thing towered over her. She begins to charge up to the Mind flayer as she let out a long winded rage filled scream. Leaping onto the planter that she had hidden Dustin behind, she launches herself into the air.

Steve had already leapt over the sales counter, running after her. He was too late. All he could was watch as she went flying into the air.

Using the pole like a javelin it tore through one of the creatures front legs.

The pole now hung from the monsters fleshy limb; and the girl held her grip on it as she found herself being flung around in the air. The weight of what she had done was now settling in. Tears pricked her eyes as she attempted to keep her grip on the pipe. But she knew that she was no match for the Mind flayer.

Time seemed to slow as her hands lost their grip when she was nearly two stories up. As she flew through the air she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. There had to be something to grab on to. Arms flailing in sad attempts at catching the air around her. Her actions turned out to be useless as her body collided with the lit up Macy’s sign.

Sparks flew around the now unconscious girl’s limp body before gravity took affect. Y/N tumbled down to the tiled floor below. The sound rang through the destroyed building like a bullet being fired from the barrel of a gun.

Dustin let out a blood curdling cry as he begins to run to where she was sprawled out, blood spilling out slowly onto the floor around her. Robin rushed over to him, pulling him back down onto the floor behind the planter. She did her best to restrain him where they sat in a tight hug as she herself had continued to stare with watery eyes.

Y/N had fallen to the floor on her back. Her right arm was contorted in a way that was not natural and something, most likely a broken bone, was pressing itself visibly against the flesh of her forearm. A small but still worrisome amount of thick sticky red liquid pooled around her head. Glass from the lights stuck out of what seemed like every inch of skin; one large piece lodged into her cheek.

“Y/N!” Steve shouted as he ran over to her, trying to stay in the shadows as to not be seen by the creature that was now whaling in what could only be described as pain. Falling to his knees he began to shake her face, “Y/N, wake up! You better not be dead! You can’t be dead. Please!” His own tears were now falling onto her face that was flush white. Lowering his head to her chest, he did his best to avoid the shards that protruded from her skin to listen for a heart beat. It was faint but Steve was only slightly relieved when he heard it as her breathing was getting progressively more and more shallow.

“Please, Y/N, stay with me.”

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Y/N sat on her knees in the backseat of her mom’s car, staring in fear of Hawkins Elementary School. Her baby brother cooed in the car seat beside where she sat as she turned to sit back down. “Mom, are you sure I have to go to Kindergarten?”

Mrs. Henderson let out a caring sigh before laughing lightly, “You were so eager to go to school, and now you don’t want to?” The five year old began to fidget with her hands as she began to kick her backpack absentmindedly, “What if the other kids don’t like me?” She asks as her voice begins to shake. She turned once again to hold infant Dustin’s little hand in her own. “And who’s going to play with Dustin when I’m gone? What if something happens and-”

She watched as her mom turned around in her seat, “I know you are scared. But, Y/N, you are going to have so much fun and make so many new friends!” Her Mom reached back to tousle her hair as she stared at her with a still nervous look.

Someone behind the Henderson’s honked at them, her mother pulling up in the drop off lane. It was Y/N’s turn to exit the vehicle and enter the school. The crossing guard on the other side of the street, a nice looking older lady, waved joyfully at her mom who waved back. “Alright dear, I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

The little girl held her breath as she tried not to start crying at her words. She nods, picking up her backpack and opening the door. She pauses, the building looked even scarier with the door open then through the window. Y/N turned back around, jumping up over the center console and gave her mom a tight hug. Mrs. Henderson was taken a back by the sudden act of affection before closing her eyes and squeezing the little girl tightly. Y/N shrank back into her sest, leaning over to place a small kiss on Dustin’s cheek, who let out a little baby giggle at her action.

As she stepped out of the vehicle, her mom rolled down the window, “Have a good day Y/N! Mommy loves you!”

The little kid waved back as she turned to face the crossing guard lady. Once again she felt her hands begin to jitter with anxiety. “Happy first day of school! Your teacher should be waiting for you inside.”

All Y/N could bring herself to do was nod, looking behind her back at the road as she walked slowly up the stairs to the front door.

Her little arms pushed the door open, shyly pearing inside. There was a large group of children around her age standing in a line laughing and going on about who knows what. She perked up a bit, though she hid behind the door when the kindergarten teacher noticed her. “Y/N Henderson?” She opened the door again only slightly, still trying to shield herself with it. “Yes,” she manages to stutter out.

The teacher offers her a warm smile, “I'm Ms. Smith, I think we met just a couple of weeks ago at the grocery store, remember?” The girl wielded no response as she slide herself further behind the front door. “It's okay, it's normal to be a little scared on your first day away from home. Come on inside!”

With doe eyes, she opens the door fully and takes a small step in as the entrance closes behind her. Little eyes fell on her as she was the final student to arrive. Y/N looked up to Ms. Smith. The teacher walks over and takes her hand. “Now that you are here we can start attendance.” She leads Y/N to stand in the line of students that she had worked to get into alphabetical order by last name.

As Ms. Smith walked to the front of the line, Y/N looked down at her feet quickly to avoid looking at the other children.

“Woah, is that a Scooby-Doo backpack?”

With eyes full of fear, she begins to look around. Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she looks to her right. A little boy was giving her a big toothy grin. One of his front teeth was missing. His brown hair was slicked back and he had on a superman shirt.

“Um, yeah. My mom bought it for me yesterday,” she responds quietly, looking back down at her shoes. “That's so cool! I just got a normal blue one. My parents are so lame.”

The two stood in silence as the teacher began to call attendance. Steve grabbed Y/N's hand and shook it rather harshly in excitement. “I'm Steve Harrington, but since we're going to be friends, you can call me Stevie!” She looks up at him again, kind of taken a back by how confident he was. “We are friends?” He nods, “Duh, of course we are! what's your name?”

She takes a second as she feels his confidence influencing her own. She giggles a little before responding as she holds the straps of her backpack, “I'm Y/N Henderson. Nice to meet you, Stevie.”

“Alright students, let's get headed to the classroom. We are going to have a really fun first day, alright?”

The line begins to move, causing Y/N to panic a bit. The classroom? That sounded scary. “Oh no, I don't know about this,” Y/N whispers. Steve begins to walk and grabs her by the arm, “Come on!”

She stumbles forward as he leads her with the line.

“Just stay with me, Y/N!”

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Y/N woke up to the sound of a heart monitor and faint mutterings. As she regained consciousness the florescent lights above caused her to squeeze them shut again. A groan escaped her as she made and attempt to sit up, causing an instantaneous bout of dizziness. Immediately she saw her right arm was enclosed in a tight cast. Her whole body seemed to be covered in wounds that had been stitched up.

“Oh shit, she's awake!” She heard Dustin say in a quiet tone as he rushed over to the hospital bed.

Squinting in the bright light she looked over at him. “Dustin, are you okay?” She asks sounding still very drowsy.

“I'm fine Y/N. You need to stop worrying so much.” He replies before giving her a tight hug, “You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were dead.” She felt tears start to form in her eyes as she placed a sisterly kiss on his cheek. Of course, even in the moment, Dustin made a face and pulled away from the embrace to wipe his cheek. “Ew, gross.” His response brings a soft smile to Y/N's lips.

Looking over she could hear someone running through the hallway, the door bursting open. Robin stood in the doorway looking out of breath.

“Is she awake?!” Robin says loudly, causing Dustin to harshly shush her. “Dude, you're going to wake up Steve!” Robin covers her mouth and says a small, “Sorry,” as she looks to her friend who was very much conscious.

She went to offer Robin a wave, but realized something was weighing it down. There she saw Steve, passed out in a chair beside her, holding her hand in his tightly. His head was resting on his other hand, propping him to be upright in the chair. “We should probably wake him up,” she says to her brother softly.

Dustin stepped over to him and pushed his hand from his head. Y/N watched as Steve snorted awake, looking around with wide eyes, “What, what's wrong?” He asks before he looked over and saw that Y/N was sitting upright.

“Oh thank God,” he says before quickly wrapping his arms around her. Y/N patted his back as she listened to the heart monitors beeping. Pulling away from the embrace, Steve glares at her with a mixture of anger and annoyance, “Don't you ever, ever do that shit again, Y/N Henderson.”

“I'm really not planning on it anytime soon, Stevie.” She retorts. His face softened up when he noticed she was crying. “I'm sorry.”

He brought his sweatshirt sleeve up to dab the stray tears away from her eyes, making it a point to avoid the large stitched up cut on her cheek.

“It was really badass though. In a crazy Amazonian warrior kind of way.” His words earned him a playful punch to the shoulder.

The door opened once again, a nurse entered the room and pushed past the two other teens. “Good, you're awake. The doctor will be coming in a couple of minutes to check on your vitals. You lost a lot of blood.” She looks over at Steve and points, “He got you here just in time, any longer and you would have bled out. I hope whoever did this to you gets caught.”

“Thanks, I do too.” Y/N looks over to Steve with a guilty look, but he was quick to wave her off, “Don't look at me like that,” he whispers, looking away from her, though he squeezes her hand fondly.

“I'm sorry, but we can't have any visitors in the room while the doctor is doing vitals. You three are welcome to go to the waiting room until then.”

Her tired eyes traveled to Dustin, who was observing the equipment around her. “Did you tell Mom?” He looks away from the monitors and over at her, “She should be here soon.” Y/N looked relieved at his response, “Good.”

As the Nurse ushered her brother and friends out, she watched the door close. Steve stood looking through the small window at her. She felt her heart flutter when he grinned at her, flashing her a thumbs up, causing her to return the hand gesture.

“Alright Ms. Henderson, let's get started.”

Steve sat himself down in the waiting room beside Dustin. He looked a little anxious, which was not very typical for the younger Henderson. “Hey, dude, she is going to be fine.” Dustin looks up to him, “Yeah, I know. I just can't believe she did that.” Steve nods, pulling up his knees to his chest. “Me either.”

There was a long pause before Dustin snorted. “I saw the letter in your back seat.” Steve snaps his head back to look at him again. “What letter? I have no idea what your talking about.” Steve replied, fainting confusion.

“Steve, I read it.” This sent Steve into a panic, “You read it?” He let's his head fall onto the wall behind him, “Fuck my life.” He hisses out with his eyes now closed.

Dustin shakes his head at him, “When are you going to give it to Y/N?” Steve opens his mouth with a look of disbelief, “Okay, first of all, that really isn't any of your business,” he stops before looking up at the white hospital ceiling, “And I don't know. I at least want to wait until she is out of the hospital.”

“That's probably your best bet.” Dustin responds as he twirls his walky-talky in his hands.

“How much of it did you read?” Dustin looks up and shrugs, “All of it. You wrote it pretty well.” Upon Steve's face was a flustered smile, just thinking about it made his heart race. “Thanks. That means a lot Dustin.”

“I never thought you'd be the type to write a love confession.”

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I'm sorry, but I unapologetically associate this song with the idea of Eddie falling deeply in love with someone. And I absolutely will be writing a self indulgent song fic about it.

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My new favorite insult:

"You look like you swallow gum."

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I May Be Fucked Up But I Meant What I Said

Eddie Munson x Best Friend! Reader

-> Y/N and Eddie throw an impromptu end of the summer party for The Hellfire Club. With a little liquid courage, Eddie is ready to tell Y/N how he really feels.

(TW: Drinking, Smoking, Idiotic Behavior: General 18+)

Eddie kicked the front door to Y/N's open, holding two rather large paper bags in each arm. He takes a deep breath in, smelling the air freshener that she must have just sprayed to cover up the weed smell.

Lavender, nice.

"Oh honey, I'm home!" He calls out, entering the home and slamming the door shut behind him. He watched as she ran down the hall to grab the bags out of his hands, "Stop slamming the door! If my mom gets back and sees that you dented it again she will be pissed." Eddie simply laughs as he follows Y/N to the kitchen. "Oh come on, your mom loves me, plus," He pulls out a couple of liquor bottles from the bags as he leans in to get uncomfortably close to her face,

"She thinks I'm a handsome devil."

Y/N pushes his face away as she rummages through the goods that he had brought over. "You're stupid." She mumbles, though she could feel the pesky butterflies make their home in her stomach again.

'I think you're handsome too,' she thinks to herself. Y/N would never tell him that. It's Eddie, that could only end bad for her.

Pulling a bottle of vodka from the bag, Y/N was quick to grab a plastic cup and poor a generous amount of it in, taking a quick swig of the liquid fire. "So we aren't even waiting for Gareth and Jeff to get here? Okay then, I can rock with that." Eddie watched as Y/N's face twisted up in reaction to the alcohol. "It's my house, I get the first drink. You can wait, pretty boy." her hand wraps around the beer he had in his own hands and yanks it from his grip, taking it to the fridge.

Eddie blocks her path before grabbing her wrist, making it a point to be gentle, taking the beer back, "Well, I bought the booze, sweetheart."

Y/N watches as he cracks the top open and takes a drink. 'Sweetheart'. She had only ever heard him call his guitar by that pet name. She brushed it off quickly as him being a smartass. Pushing him by the chest gently, she brushes past him to the living room, sorting through a box of records she had dragged out from her room.

With the bottle in hand, Eddie followed promptly after her and squatted down beside his friend.

"What do you think, The Smiths or Iron Maiden?" Y/N asks as she holds them up, taking in the details of each cover. Eddie smiles at himself, making it a point to place his hand over hers before grabbing the Iron Maiden record from her right hand. "That's not even a question you should ask. The answer is obvious. Iron Maiden or death!"

He laughs at his own half attempt at a joke while a flustered Y/N's eyes looked about ready to pop out of their sockets. "H-Hey, The Smiths are good too!" She proclaimed as she set the object back into it's home.

Eddie scoffs, "Yeah, but they are no Iron Maiden." Music poured out of the speakers as Eddie took a big drink of beer. Y/N stands up bobbing her head to the heavy sounds, going back to the kitchen and taking out some snacks for everyone. "Y/N, do you have lays?!" He asks, following like a lost puppy.

Eddie stands behind her, resting his chin atop of her head. "You're touchy today," the girl says under her breath as her ears felt like they were ablaze. Eddie hums a bit as he grabs a chip from the bag she held, "You missed Hellfire last week, think of this as your punishment." Scoffing, Y/N takes the lid off of a dip container. "It was my last shift at Family Video. Sorry I had to get a summer job," she says sarcastically to the guy who was now leaning past her to smother his chip in nacho cheese.

"That's alright, now you're all mi- ours again!" Eddie let out a loud cackle, though Y/N knew that this was his nervous laugh. She wondered why he was acting so... Weird.

"Will someone open the damn door!" The two nearly jumped away from each other when they heard Gareth screaming and pounding his fists against the door.

As Y/N rushed over to let them in, Eddie shakes his head to himself, "And she was worried I was going to be the one to break the door down." He says to himself while unconsciously keeping his eyes on Y/N.

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Warm August winds rushed past the four young adults as they enjoyed their little get together.

The night came much faster than the group expected, though their sense of time was heavily altered by the copious amount of alchohol and weed in their systems. The four had moved to the back porch, listening to Jeff play his guitar. It sounded awful, but they were all crossfaded enough to enjoy it nonetheless.

"Man, Jeff you're gonna be famous one day!" Gareth slurred. Y/N, who had just finished off her eighth drink shook her head, "Now that's just mean Gareth. Don't lie to the poor guy, he's shit." Eddie spit out the drink of his beverage he had been taking as he starts laughing at her statement. Jeff flipped them off, almost dropping his instrument. "Fuck you guys!"

Y/N shook her head as she looked back up at the sky as the sun was almost set. There was not a cloud in the sky. Surrounded by the people she cared about, she felt content. A little messed up, but content.

Gareth and Jeff were now in the yard, debating who would be getting on Y/N's family trampoline first.

Scooting his lawn chair closer to Y/N, Eddie pointed to the trampoline, "Do you remember when we were in middle school and you showed me how to do a back flip on that deathtrap?" She begins to chuckle at him, "Yeah, I remember. You were so scared that you were going to break your neck. Instead, you almost broke mine!" She shouts, punching him in the shoulder. Eddie holds his shoulder as though he had been shot, "How was I supposed to know if I jumped too hard you'd go flying off?"

They laugh along with eachother at the fond memory before Y/N stands up, "Gotta go get another drink, I'll be right back." Eddie smiles at the sight of her standing in front of him, "Have fun with that." His eyes lingered on her as she entered the house.

The door close behind Y/N as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. The duo who had been messing around on the trampoline stop jumping. "Dude, you need to just tell her." Eddie whips his head over to look at Gareth. "It's not that easy! But I don't expect you to know what it's like." Gareth glares over at him, "Sure, I don't. But I know if you don't tell Y/N how you feel it's probably going to just fester."

Eddie groans as he throws his head back and his hands into the air, spilling cheap beer all over the porch. "I've been holding this shit in since what... Seventh grade? I'm not ruining my friendship." Jeff clicks his tongue and shakes his head, "It will just enhance the relationship! You two already act like your more than friends. I mean, two weeks ago I saw you two holding hands when you picked us up for D and D."

A rosy blush spread across Eddie's cheeks, he couldn't tell if it was the drinks or the drugs, but it felt more intense than usual, "Yeah, because she saw some creepy guy at the end of the road." Gareth rolls his eyes before falling back onto the mesh. "All we are saying is you should probably tell her before it's too late." Those words rattled around in Eddie's head as Y/N sauntered back out, stumbling a bit over her shoes before collapsing back down in her chair.

"You got orange juice with pulp in it, just so you know." She says, noticing that her friend seemed to be in a bit of a daze. The two watched as Gareth and Jeff began to do dumb stunts on the rickety trampoline.

After a while however, Eddie found that his gaze settled on Y/N's face. Out of the corner of his eye he watched her as she reacted to the two failing miserably at reenacting the battle's they had recently had in the campaign with amused intoxicated giggles.

He smiled before looking back towards the sky, savoring the moment he never wanted to end.

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The moon now shown down onto the yard. Y/N had dragged her tape deck out onto the porch to fill the silent night with her brand new mixtape she had made earlier that day. Gareth and Jeff had already passed out on the living room floor, a faint snore could be heard emanating from the open kitchen window.

Y/N hugged her knees to her chest as she tapped her foot against the seat of the chair in rhythm with the song that was playing. In reality, she was just trying to fight off her thoughts about going back to school. As awful as it sounded, she was relieved when she had found out Eddie would be attending Hawkins High once again; the thought of having to go her senior year without him seemed a bit too daunting. Though, she also pondered the dreaded idea that this may be the year Eddie finally found a girlfriend, leaving her surviving the year alone and more than likely heartbroke.

A cold breeze blew her hair from her face, a shiver being sent down her spin. The back door opened, Eddie poking his head out to peak outside. "What are you doing out here? I thought we were going to watch Children Of The Corn!" Their eyes meet and she shrugs with a little drunken grin, Eddie showing her a bowl he had in his hand, "I made popcorn, I even put extra butter in it because I knew you would be pissed if I didn't."

Y/N nods, "I would have. But I just want to sit out here for a little longer." She reaches out her hand to motion for him to join her.

Eddie wasted no time, running back into the kitchen to set the bowl down though he did trip a couple of times on the way there. Sitting beside her, he noticed she was staring at the moon. Y/N's face was blank, her eyes glazed over while she continued to hum.

"What's on your mind?" Eddie asks, knowing all too well that she did this kind of thing rather often when she was lost in troubled thought. Y/N takes a moment to respond, "Can I be honest?" Eddie furrows his eyebrows as he reaches over to take the beer she was holding from her hand, "Anytime. You know that."

"Am I like, holding you back from getting a girlfriend?" Eddie blinks as he watches her lips form a soft frown. "Y/N, no. I don't have a girlfriend because I'm a freak. Why would you even entertain that thought?" Y/N shrugs, resting her head on her palm. "I don't know." Her voice went flat.

"Well, I could ask you the same thing. You've never had a boyfriend." Eddie retorts, sipping from her beer bottle. With the buzz he had going, his mouth opened up and he began to word vomit. "I mean, you're by far one of the most amazing people I've ever met, and I don't even really like people. I'm sure I'm the one holding you back, if anything."

The two exchange nervous glances.

Clearing her throat, Y/N begins to speak again. "That's not true. I am just really particular about who I like." Eddie could feel a new emotion bubbling up from his heart. It felt terrible. Was she seeing someone? No, she would have told him; they tell each other everything.

'Is this jealousy, or rage?' Eddie thinks to himself

"Are you trying to tell me you are seeing someone?" his voice breaks a bit as his nerves began to get to him. The girl simply snorts, "Me? No. I've only ever really felt anything like that for one person. I've never told him though."

Eddie felt his heart shatter. She liked someone? Gareth and Jeff were right, he needed to do something. He needed to tell her before she slipped right out of his grip.

"That's the same predicament I find myself in. With you."

Internally, Eddie was kicking himself in the ass.

Y/N looked back over to him with wide eyes, "What?"

Filled by drunken courage, Eddie stares right back at her. "You heard me. Why in the world would I go scour through this shitty town to find some subpar chick when I already have the best one here, sitting with me? I've never needed a girlfriend because I have you. I've never even wanted anyone to love me as much as I wished that you would."

All Y/N could do was sit and stare at him as she processed what he was doing.

He stands up and starts gesturing towards her.

"For fuck sake, Y/N, I've loved you for as long as I can remember! We are like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together." He moves his hands in a way that resembled connecting a puzzle. Turning around he walks into the yard, his hands now on his head gripping his hair before turning around.

"Those stars up there," he points back towards the sky, then back at her. "-I would go up there and steal every single one, just to give them to you. That's how much I love you."

Y/N had began to open her mouth to speak, but Eddie holds up his finger to stop her. "I may be fucked up but I meant what I said. I love you, Y/N."

She stood up. Her knees shook as she began to walk over to where he stood. Eddie watched her as she started to clench her fists.

Y/N had an unrecognizable emotion plastered on her face that Eddie had never seen before. He braced himself for the inevitable rejection; assuming that he most likely just severed any and all ties by confessing his feelings to his best friend.

What he did not expect, however, was Y/N flinging her arms around him, hugging him as she buried her face into the fabric of his vest.

The air rang silent as the tape deck clicked off.

"Y/N?"

"Just shut up for a second, Eddie."

"What?" Eddie questions quietly to himself. The reaction was not what he was anticipating at all. After a couple of minutes of the sudden embrace Y/N took a small step back.

She reaches her hand out to grab his, holding it in order to keep herself grounded. "Do you promise you aren't joking." She deadpan.

"Y/N, I would never joke about this." Eddie replies lowly.

Y/N nods in response, gathering up her thoughts so that they do not come out as one jumbled up thought. "You're the guy I never told." She stops and let's go of his hand. "I always talked myself out of telling you. All because I couldn't imagine losing you." Y/N shakes her head at herself exasperated, "Hell, for the past three years when I blew out my birthday candles, all I wished for was you." She snickers to herself before mumbling, "Ew, that was corny."

"So, you're telling me," Eddie begins before cupping her face between his hands, "We are just that stupid?" Y/N laughs loudly and nods, leaning her face into the palm of his left hand. "I guess so, huh."

Her eyes traveled up to meet his again, "I love you too, Eddie." Eddie was smiling rather goofily down at her, "God, I wish we were sober."

Before they knew it, the two had locked lips. It was a foreign sensation; though neither of them were complaining. The kiss was gentle but greedy and riddled with longing.

Once the kiss was broken, Eddie speaks up. "Was that okay?" He asks, his eyelids still heavy from being drunk on beer and love at the same time.

"Okay is an understatment."

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Omg I have an idea for Reader x Steve Harrington where reader is always the one to try and protect everyone (the kids from demadogs or Steve from Billy and the bats or even basic stuff like taking care of bullies or the kids when they’re sick) but never takes care of herself or has had someone take care of her. Steve notices she hasn’t been eating, working longer hours, and just seems tired all the time and decides she needs to be taken care of for a once even though the reader has a hard time accepting it.

I'll always look out for you. (Sparks)

Steve Harrington x Reader

((Okay I absolutely love this?? I immediately was reminded of Sparks by Coldplay it just gave me the same vibes. Side note, this was really fun to write, so thank you!!))

Steve watched Y/N limp up the stairs to her front door, fumbling with her keys. He knew that after a ten hour work day at Scoops Ahoy she had to be exhausted. She made at least five different attempts to get the key into the lock before screaming out in exhaustion, throwing the keys into her lawn.

He was quick to get out of his car, rushing over to pick up the keys. It was about eleven at night, so he fumbled in the dark to locate them. The teen girl rushed over to her bedroom window, pulling an outdoor bench over to stand on as she struggled to pull the screen off.

“Y/N, hold on, let me give you a hand.” Steve says as softly as he could while he sprinted over to where she stood. “I don't need help Steve, just go home.” She grunts before she tossed the window screen into the flower bed beside her house.

Pushing against the glass, the window pops open. She stood on her toes before a surge of pain shot up through her left ankle. “Ow,” she hissed out, leaning down to put pressure on her swollen ankle.

Earlier in the day during their lunch rush, she had slipped on a popsicle that some bratty kid had thrown on the floor. Robin made an attempt to send her home early but she refused to go. And of course, after close, she demanded that she helped Steve with the nightly inventory counts.

“Just hold on, okay?” Steve said in a panic as he ran over to her front door, finding her house key and unlocking the front door hastily. “Didn't I just tell you to go home Harrington?” She whisper shouts to the brunette.

They had become rather unlikely friends, meeting through their shared younger counterpart, Dustin Henderson. Through countless movies marathons and run ins with actual interdimensonal demons, Steve recognized that Y/N had a tendency to do everything in her power to ignore her own problems.

Steve stroud over to her. Y/N had sat down on the bench, hunched over holding her ankle. Her face was distorted in pain. He frowns to himself before he kneels down, lightly running his hand over the swollen area. “We will need to get ice on that ASAP.”

“We? Are you deaf or something? It's almost midnight, you need to get your ass in that car and get to bed!” Y/N looks down at Steve, who was shaking his head. “I'm not worried about sleep right now, I'm worried about you.”

Face ablaze with a combination of rage and embarrassment. “I can take care of myself.” Steve stands up, and in one swift movement he scooped her up into his arms. “Hey!” She shouts, causing a couple of the neighborhood dogs to begin barking.

“Oh, shut up.” Y/N's eyes widened at how stern he had sounded. He walked with her in his arms towards the front door. “Excuse me?!”

Steve snorts while he opens the door. Pushing it open carefully, he tried his best to stay quiet as he shut it behind them. “Hey, I've got a question for you. When was the last time you you actually took care of yourself?” He whispers snarkily while walking down the hallway towards her room.

Her mouth opens, before it closes again. She couldn't remember. Hell, she couldn't even remember the last time she got more than two hours of sleep.

The TV in the living room was still on, a sure fire sign that her dad was still awake probably waiting for her to get home.

“Y/N, are you finally home?” Her dad walks into the hallway sleepily, though he perks up when he sees the two. “What happened?” He says, concern evident by his facial expression. Steve clears his throat, “She twisted her ankle.” Y/N's dad looks at Steve, nodding as hs let's out a yawn. “It's always good to see you Steve,” he looks his daughter in the eyes, “You are very lucky you have such a nice young man who cares about you.”

She scoffs in her father's direction, “Can't you just be normal for once and tell me no boys in the house past ten?” He chuckles, walking past the two and patting Steve on the back, “You stay as long as you need Stevie. And Y/N, if I see you up out of that bed tomorrow I will be taking you to see the doctor.” Y/N shot him a tired glare.

And with that, he ascends the stairs to turn in for the night. Steve had his usual goofy smile plastered on his face, “Goodnight Mr. Y/L/N!” He called up to him.

“You're an ass kisser, you know that?” Steve meets her eyes as he smirks, “What? I like your dad, he's so nice.” He continues the walk to her room. “He's nice to you because he thinks we are like, a thing.”

Steve shrugs, kind of liking the sound of that. After all, he did want to be a thing with Y/N. “I can live with that.”

Y/N couldn't help the blush that spread across her face, "Of course you can, playboy." Steve rolls his eyes, "For the last time, I'm not a playboy."

As they enter Y/N's room, Steve looked around. It was utter chaos. A mountain of laundry was sitting beside the door, tapes and records were scattered around the room with several pieces of random jewelry and books mixed in to the mess. Her nightstand was piled high with dirty dishes. This was not what Steve expected seeing as she was usually rather particular about cleanliness.

He recalls a time she scolded Dustin, "This room is a biohazard Dust, if I come back and it still looks like this, I'm cleaning it myself."

He places her down onto her disheveled bed. She covered her mouth as she tried to suppress a yawn. Steve sat on the edge of her bed, going back to examine the injured ankle.

"If you just get me something cold to put on my ankle you can take off. It seems like you'll have to cover my afternoon shift tomorrow."

Y/N was not happy about the situation she found herself in. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. People didn't take care of her. It just felt wrong.

Steve shook his head, "I'll leave when I'm ready. Let me go look in the kitchen for something to put on there." Her frown deepened at his words, why wouldn't he just leave already?

When Steve left the room, Y/N pulls herself up to sit upright before getting up out of the bed. Hobbling over to the closet she pulls out a pair of pajamas and tosses them on the edge of her bed. Walking back, she tripped on a pair of Converse. Lucky for her, she had rather good reflexes and caught herself before she slammed her face against her bed frame.

"What are you doing?" Steve said lowly, Y/N turning to look at him with a guilty look. "I needed Pajamas." Steve rushes to her side, helping her back into her bed. "I would have gotten them out for you."

A flustered Y/N turned her head to face the wall. "Take these, they will help you sleep," He says while handing her a couple of pain relievers. Sitting down at the foot of her bed, Steve pressed a bag of frozen vegetables against her swollen ankle.

Still dressed in her work uniform, Y/N tossed her hat off onto the floor beside her. "Steve," he looks over to her as she furrowed her eyebrows in contemplation.

"Why are you helping me?"

Balancing the cold bag on her foot, he pushes himself off the bed as he sits on the floor as to be face to face with Y/N.

"You help everyone else. All the time. You would, quite literally, put your life on the line to make sure everyone is okay at the end of the day." In a moment of lapsed judgement he reaches his hand out to caress Y/N's cheek. "I see that. I watch you neglect yourself to take care of everyone. But when it is all said and done," he smiles at her doe eyed look, "Someone needs to make sure you are okay. And you know what, I'm more than happy to be that someone."

Y/N felt the sting of tears that weld up in her eyes. "You don't," she holds back a sniffle, "You don't have to though."

Steve was fast to wipe a tear away from her cheek. "I don't. But, Y/N, I want to."

She nods. Tears of relief fall down her face as she let's out all the emotions she had been bitting back. She was tired all the time. Staying up into the late hours of the night worrying about her friends, about her parents, about Steve.

"I-" Y/N begins to smile softly through sobs, "Thanks."

Steve had never seen Y/N so vulnerable before. Her body shook as barrels of breathy cries left her body. He sat there with her until she had seemingly shed her final tears. In a split second, her hands were reaching up to her face to wipes the remnants off her face.

She rolls over to grab a plastic watter bottle from the crack of her bed, quickly taking the pills she had placed beside her on her pillow. "Do you need anything else?" Steve asks. Y/N shakes her head slightly, though she reaches out for his hand, holding it tightly.

"Is this some weird convoluted way to get me to owe you something?" She questions jokingly, wanting to clear the air of any awkwardness she may have created by ugly crying in front of her friend.

Steve laughs under his breath, "No," he rubs his thumb against the back for her hand, "You do owe me five bucks for that greasy pretzel I bought you for lunch." Y/N rolls her eyes a bit but laughs along with him.

They sat there for what felt like an eternity, holding each other's hand in comfortable silence. She hadn't felt this safe in a couple of years, Y/N could feel her eyelids getting heavy. "I'm falling asleep." She mumbles out, fighting off slumber. "That's good, you need it." Steve replies.

She paused a moment before nodding in agreement. "I do." She confesses.

Before she knew it she was passed out, still clutching Steve's hand in hers tightly.

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Y/N woke up to sunlight rippled through the curtains. The summer sun provided warm light that illuminated her quiet bedroom.

Blinking sleep from her eyes she could hear faint snoring coming from the floor. Struggling to sit up, she realized that her once destroyed room was returned to an organized state. Confused, Y/N peered down to the floor to see Steve, wrapped up in a throwblanket on the carpet.

Panic set in, "Why is he still here?!," she says to herself as she sat over the edge of her bed, poking him with her unharmed foot. "Harrington! Hey, wake up!"

"Huh, what?" He was jolted awake by a sharp kick in the shoulder blade. Turning to look at her, he smiles lazily. "Oh, good morning Y/N."

"You slept here?" Steve rubs his eyes and yawns, "You asked me to stay." Y/N looks at him in confusion, "What?" Steve stands and adjusts his shirt, "Yeah, you got mad when I said I was leaving, so I stayed."

She racks he brain, wondering why she didn't recall this. Y/N blushes, "Oh, I must have been sleep talking? I didn't know I did that." Steve starts laughing at her, "Now you do," he then ruffles her hair a bit, earning a slap on the arm, "You did this cute whine, it was priceless."

Picking up his jacket, he tiredly slung it across his shoulder, looking back at her. Surprisingly, she looked a bit upset. "You have to leave now, huh?" He nods, though heturns back around to look at her.

"I've got to head home and get ready for work. But don't worry," he kneels down, his body now slightly between each of her legs. "I get off around three today."

Y/N brought her hands up to cover her rose red cheeks as she furrows her brows at him. "You really don't have to come over. I appreciate that you did everything you did. But I've got it, really."

Steve shakes his head, poking her nose playfully, though there was an air of serious about his look. "I'm coming back. You deserve for someone to help you out," He gives her a wink before making his way back to the bedroom door, "I'll bring you back a greasy pretzel and a popsicle."

Did he really pay that much attention to her eating habits to know her favorite snacks she bought from Starcourt? Y/N stared at him as he exited, his hand coming up to give her a little wave as he closes the door behind him.

She brings her hand up to her nose, touching where he had poked it.

"Fuck." Y/N whispered to herself.

"He is making it really hard for me not to like him."

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