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refiwrites · 2 years

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Little Misunderstanding

Pairing: Lucas Sinclair x Fem! Reader

Requested?: Yes

Summary: Planning on adopting a pet with Lucas, him, who couldn't contain his excitement, let it slip to the party in the most vague way.

WC: 1.5k

Warning/s: none? lmk if i should add something!

Note: For this one lets just pretend that vol 2 isn't happening, the byers never moved to cali and they're all in highschool!

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

Lucas couldn’t contain his excitement the first time you bought up the idea of adopting a pet together. It was like another step in your relationship, to further strengthen the bond between the two of you.

You, of course, had wanted a pet for the longest time, you had the experience thanks to when you were young, but this time, it would be different. You would be raising this pet as your own, with Lucas, your most caring boyfriend in the world.

The two of you kept this news until you’ve finally chosen the rightful pet for the two of you. Which means, the two of you would still have to find the nearest animal shelter and settle some papers.

However, one afternoon as Lucas joined Dustin, Mike, and Will in Mike’s basement, it was clear that Lucas was distracted with the thought of you and a dog together. How the two of you would walk in the park with it, how he’d let the dog join him when he’s up for a morning jog, or just simply the three of you cuddling together sleeping until noon.

“Lucas, hey, dude! Earth to Lucas.” Dustin said, pulling him away from his thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry, what are we doing again?”

“Fixing Cerebro! Mom’s new cat got stuck in the wires, had to take some off them off but turns out the cat chewed on some of the wires- and now I couldn’t talk to Suzie for a few weeks now.”

“But aren’t you smart enough to rebuild that by yourself?” Lucas says, sighing, he already wanted to hang out with you.

“Well, I needed a few hands and- okay what is going on with you, Lucas?” Dustin asked, looking at him. Lucas suddenly felt the spotlight on him as Mike and Will looked at him curiously at his shift of attitude. “No offense man, you look like you’re about to burst there.” Dustin points out.

Lucas bites his lip, hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck. Should he tell them? Surely, they wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, would they?

“It’s just…” Thinking of it, Lucas smiled brightly, and he no longer had the thought of stopping his next words. “I’m gonna be a dad!”

Lucas should’ve phrased his words better as it looked like Dustin, Mike, and Will’s eyes were about one smack away from their eyeballs popping out of their sockets.

“What?!” Mike said.

“How?!” Will next.

“Holy shit dude, are you serious?!” Finally, Dustin.

“Yeah! I can’t believe it!” Lucas, being blinded by his excitement, didn’t bother to correct them. Dustin with wide eyes, raises his hand up, “Okay- okay- a dad, holy shit, with who?”

Lucas looks at Dustin weirdly, “What are you saying? With (Y/N) of course!”

While Dustin, Mike, and Will looked to be freaking out, Lucas only felt happy knowing that his friends were also ecstatic about the news too. They let out screams and even cheered Lucas, smacking him on the back in congratulations. “Man, really? Awesome!” Dustin said to him as Lucas nods.

“Okay, okay- but guys- I trust you not to tell (Y/N) that you know, okay? Keep it down for a bit.”

The following week hit you and Lucas like a train wreck, especially you.

All of the gang met in school and you couldn’t help but raising your eyebrows at how the rest of your friends looked to be smiling at you.

“(Y/N)! You look glowing today!” Max approached you along with El, both taking the space either side of you.

“Wait what?” You asked in confusion.

“You’re pretty today.” El said at you with a smile.

You blush at El’s words laughing it off and shaking your head, “Whatever guys... Thank you, I guess?”

Max was already tugging you away from the boys, you helplessly staring back at Lucas as he gives you a shrug.

The rest of the hours spent at school were like any other, except this time you bet on the breakfast you had that had you bent over one of the cubicles in the bathroom. You had a feeling the food that you ate was already past its expiration date.

Wiping at your mouth, you stood with an upset stomach, going over the sink and washing your hands. However, the bathroom door bursts open and there and behold, Max and El looking at you worriedly.

“There you are!” El said, both walking over to you. “What happened to you?” Max asked.

“Just my stomach being weird, I-“ Before you get to complain about the reason of your upset stomach, you missed the look Max and El gave each other as they looked at you.

The next few days were also a whirlwind of events with them throwing you compliments and congratulating you.

“I don’t get it, why are they acting weird?” You ask next to Lucas on his bed. You were sitting down as his head laid on your lap. Lucas was playing with your fingers and couldn’t help the smile off his face.

“I kinda let it slip...” Lucas admitted, but forgetting the part about him saying that he was going to be a dad.

“Lucas! I thought we’d keep it a secret until we’ve already got one!” You frown as he opens his mouth to stutter.

“I-I’m sorry! I was just too excited I couldn’t hold back! Seriously I can’t stop thinking about it... I’m sorry (N/N).”

Pouting, you throw your head back to lay onto the headboard. Lucas sits up to face you, before he could explain further, his mom was calling him.

“Lucas! It’s Dustin!”

You and Lucas look at each other. “Hold on, mom!”

Standing up, you follow Lucas to the living room where his mother was waiting by the phone, as Lucas took the phone from her, Mrs. Sinclair took the chance to talk with you.

“(Y/N), have you and Lucas found any shelters yet?”

Smiling, you shake your head. “We haven’t yet, it’s kinda hard to find one here around Hawkins.” You explained. It was true.

“Oh, then I’ll make sure if I spot one I’d tell Lucas right away.” She smiled at you. “Thank you, Mrs. Sinclair, that would mean so much.”

“It’s nothing, that boy loves you very much I could see it.” She gushes, your cheeks warming.

“Moom.” Lucas said, making the two of you look at him.

“What did Dustin want, dear?”

“He said he wants us to meet by Mike’s.” Lucas told the both of you.

Mrs. Sinclair nods, “Is that so? Then you two better get going.”

Lucas nods, before looking at you. “Let’s go?”

“Sure.” You reply.

Lucas gives his mom a smile, “We’ll be back later, mom.”

You gave Mrs. Sinclair a wave as Lucas opens the front door. “See you, Mrs. Sinclair!”

And the two of you were off.

Reaching Mike’s house in just a few minutes, you both knock on the door to be answered by Mrs. Wheeler.

“(Y/N) and Lucas, the rest are downstairs.” Mrs. Wheeler says, smiling. The two of you greet her as she lets the two of you in.

You and Lucas head downstairs, at first it looked like nobody was there. “Where are they?”

The two of you walk in further.

That’s when all of them jumped out, shouting congratulations in unison as you and Lucas let ot gasps of surprise, which sounded more like a scream as you two held onto each other.

“Congratulations to the two of you!” They blurt out.

“Thank you?” Honestly, you were still confused by it all, was getting a pet with the one that you love such a big deal for your friends?

“Thanks guys. This is a real big step for us.” Lucas smiles.

“So, are you going to tell us when did you find out?” Max asked.

“Yeah! How long did you know you were pregnant for?” Mike asked.

Your expression never dropped so fast, as well as your heart.

“WHAT?” You nearly screamed.

“Woah, woah, hey, what?” Lucas was confused too with his bewildered expression.

Their faces turned to confusion.

“You said you were going to be a dad?” Will said.

“When did I- oh.” Lucas’ face contorted to realization.

“What do you mean?” El asked innocently.

You turned to your boyfriend, perplexed. “You said you were going to be a dad? And you didn’t even clarify why?”

Lucas looks at you. “Like I said, I got too excited!” He said, gesturing wildly.

“So (Y/N)’s not pregnant?”

“NO!” You and Lucas say to Dustin.

After sitting everyone down and explaining everything, they all looked to have their eureka moment.

“And can we just forget about you guys thinking that (Y/N) was pregnant?” Lucas sighs.

“Technically it’s your fault.” Dustin points.

“Hey-“

“We’ve been planning adopting a pet for the longest time now and we’ve also been planning on telling you guys when we’ve found the one already.” You smile at them.

“If that’s the case, then I can’t wait.” Max smiled.

“Me too.” El says.

You and Lucas look at each other, both smiling.

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 2 years

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In Secret

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Requested made by @greatangelrebel : Lucas Sinclair x Harrington reader

A/N: I don't usually write for Lucas, but I'm hoping to write more for him since season four is out and I've got a ton of motivation. I also realized that this is a similar plot to the other imagine I've written for Lucas, but I didn't feel like redoing it, so...... thank you so much for requesting! Hope you like it, enjoy!

Summary: Your older brother - Steve Harrington - was pretty set on you not having a boyfriend. If you did, they'd have to go through him in order to see if they were the right fit for you. Of course, now that you were a freshmen in high school there was a high chance that Steve would have to drop his attitude. Unbeknownst to Steve, you were secretly dating Lucas Sinclair the star basketball player.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Your older brother -> Steve Harrington

Set during season four, but no spoilers!

Warnings: language

Lucas Sinclair x-reader

(At Hawkins High School)

Students walked down the hallway as I made my way to my locker. All of my fellow classmates were excited for the basketball game this coming Saturday. Lucas was eager, but a bit nervous for the game. For the past few months, the two of us had been seeing one another behind my brother's back. Every now and then, Lucas would sneak through the window in my room when my family was asleep.

Thankfully, Steve - or my parents, not that they card - hadn't noticed or known that my boyfriend would arrive in secret. If Lucas stayed the night by accident, he slips through the window and knocks on the front door to act as if he wasn't in my bed for the whole night. I already know that Steve would freak the fuck out if he found out his little sister was sneaking a boy in.

I dialed in the combination of my locker then grabbed my English textbook including the notebook that had all of my notes. I jumped at the sudden feeling of a hand on my shoulder. "Relax, it's just me," Lucas reassured, chuckling. I glanced at him and sighed.

"Sorry, was just in my head," I said.

My boyfriend smiled, shooting me wink before following me down the hallway. "Excited for the game tonight?" I asked as we walked towards our English class. Lucas sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He waved to a fellow teammates of his. "Eager. Jason's having a field day, asking everyone if they're ready for the big game," he replied. I chuckled and smiled as I felt his hand intertwine with mine.

We stepped into our class and found our spot towards the back. Lucas slipped his hand away from mine to pull a chair out for me. I shook my head in amusement and sat down with him beside me. Mr. Finley walked into the classroom with a leather satchel hanging from his shoulder. He set his bag before turning around and writing some terms on the green chalkboard.

"Everyone turn to page 186 in your textbooks," our teacher turned around, "I don't want to hear any complaining."

Lucas glanced at me which caused me to snicker. I sighed and took out of my textbook and pushed it into the middle of Lucas and I, already knowing that he left his book in his locker. He turned to the correct page and we brought our attention to the chalk board. Lucas stole glimpses at me every once awhile, occasionally making our teacher tell him to quit.

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(Later)

The cafeteria was filled with students when I walked in to grab my lunch. I grabbed a trey and got my food before walking over to where Lucas and his basketball buddies were eating. Lucas looked over his shoulder, waving me over. I smiled and sat down beside him, putting my tray in front of me. "So, Y/N you comin' to the game tonight?" Chrissy asked as she looked up from her salad.

"Of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

My boyfriend winked at me and took a bite of his food. Jason threw an arm around his girlfriend's shoulders, kissing her on the cheek. If only Lucas and I could display that level of affection. The only 'level of affection' we could display was hand holding or arms over the shoulder type thing. If anyone saw something more than just 'friendly affection', Steve would definitely catch wind of it and rant; my parents didn't really care enough, keeping more attention on their work then their two kids.

Rachel - another one of the girlfriends - took a sip of her juice. She turned to the rest of us. "So, who are ya'll bringing to the school dance next weekend?" she questioned. Lucas and I hadn't really talked about the dance, not really knowing if we should go as friends even though it wouldn't feel like 'just friends'. Jason turned to Chrissy and smirked.

"Thinkin' about taking this one," Jason glanced at Chrissy who leaned into him with a joyous grin on her blushed face. I felt Lucas' eyes land on the side of my face. The group began conversing with me and Lucas silent, just listening from what felt like a distance.

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(Later)

Music filled the air around me as I wrote in my notebook from today's English class. The rest of the day was pretty laidback, just a few quizzes or new assignments that we needed to get ahead of. A few minutes passed and the music faded once the record was out of music. I stood up from my desk and strolled over to my dresser, switching the music to another one of my favorites.

Steve was out driving Robin to her band practice, probably telling her advice on how to deal with the girl she likes or some other advice that seems useless. I smiled to myself and sat back down at my desk, returning to my studies. My daily homework was cut short by the light tapping on my bedroom window.

I looked up from my paper to find Lucas sitting infront of the window with a smile on his face. I closed my book and unlocked the window, sliding it open. "Steve isn't here, you could've just used the front door," I said. Lucas slipped through the opening and shrugged, standing in front of me with a smile on his face.

"Going through the window's more fun," he responded.

My boyfriend leaned in for a kiss, setting a hand on my waist while the other sat on the side of my face. I smiled when his lips met mine. The back of my legs hit the side of my bed, causing Lucas to fall on top of me. The sound of footsteps caught my attention. "Shit," I muttered. Steve opened the door to my bedroom without knocking, typical brotherly action.

Lucas jumped off of me and swiftly sat on the trunk in front of my bed. I fixed the collar of my shirt, sitting at the edge of my bed. "Steve, hey," I said as I cleared my throat. My brother looked at Lucas then to me who continued to sit there with my hands resting on my knees. "What's Lucas doing here?" Steve asked. The two of us glanced at one another then looked back at my overprotective brother.

"We're going to see a movie," Lucas claimed.

"We're studying," I stated.

The two of us spoke in unison, but two completely different answers. Steve's brows furrowed at our responses. "Studying. We're studying for our English test," I said, smiling awkwardly. My brother opened his mouth to speak, but nodded his head instead. Lucas and I shared a quick glance prior to looking back at Steve who leaned against the frame of my bedroom door. "Okay," he sighed, "Well, I'm going to head to work. Mom said she'd be home late, again."

I nodded in response. Steve waved goodbye to the two of us before walking back down stairs. My boyfriend and I waited till the front door opened then closed. We burst into a round of laughter, trying to forget what the hell just happened.

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saidrolav · 2 years

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🐧 Hiiiii idk if you’re still doing these lol, it’s completely ok if you’re not!! In case you still are, I’m 5’0, shoulder length blonde hair and I’m on the skinnier side with small curves and “thunder thighs” 😭 I’m a Pisces Sun btw if that helps, I like reading and listening to music, especially rock and indie. I’m a very friendly person and smart (not to dote on myself 😭)

Hiii thanks for the 🐧!!! I ship you with...

Lucas Sinclair!

He would definitly love you because at how friendly you are he just thinks that's so cute!! + you're super nice to him so he just makes him feel bubbly inside 💚💚

He would definitly chill at your place just like he does at Mike's place just to hang out with you to listen to your favourite music

He'll probably ask you a ton of questions about your books just to listen to you talking about something you love even tho he doesent understand much 👀

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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healing

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 5,445

warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of past trauma (starcourt), slight sexual innuendos??

a/n: hi! remember when i made you do a poll for my 1k celebration? and one bed with billy won? well this is that fic! i'm sorry it took so long to get here, but school was kicking the ever loving shit out of me. anyways, i really hope you like it. it's a little different than other fics i've written, but i think that's a good thing. just for context, this is post the end of season three, with billy and hopper being okay and jopper being in full swing. i think that's all i wanted to say. thanks again for 1k followers. that's still so wild to me. i love you. and billy loves you too <333

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November 1985

“No.”

“What do you mean no? You just fought an interdimensional being, don’t you want a vacation?”

Lucas wipes both hands down his face, flopping down on the arm of the couch beside where Max sits with El between her knees, tying off one of the two braids she’s trying to make.

“Max, can you help me? Please?” Lucas has been arguing about this for fifteen minutes.

She rolls her eyes, but looks up from her work nonetheless. “Billy.”

The man in question crosses his arms, locking eyes with the redhead. “Maxine.”

Max finishes Eleven’s braid and she hops up to join Will where he’s working on a puzzle. Joyce brought it home from work a few days ago, and it’s been spread out on a card table in the corner of the living room since then. Will couldn’t watch The Golden Girls with Joyce from the kitchen table.

“Just come with us, Billy. We all know you hate it here. It’ll give you a chance to get away for a little while.”

Except that’s not totally the truth. He doesn’t hate it here. Not with you around.

“There’s a pool.” Will looks up, a little shyly, from the puzzle, fingers flipping around a single piece. “At the place Robin found.”

Billy nods, and it’s enough to make Will smile at the acknowledgment.

It’d been Steve’s idea, after everything that happened in July. He thought everyone going on a trip together might be a good idea. Go a little ways out from home, calm down.

You and Billy started going to school, though Billy is still working. He found a job at a record store across the street from Melvald’s that opened after the mall went to shit. It definitely wasn’t his first choice, but it works. And he’s slowly fixing up the Camaro.

Steve had offered to pay for the repairs in full, considering he did most of the damage when he rammed the side of it, but Billy couldn’t handle that. So far Max has only convinced him to let Steve cover the really expensive parts. It hurts Billy more than he’d care to admit—having Steve Harrington give him money.

But he can’t lie, going somewhere away from Hawkins, even just for a couple days, sounds really nice. It’s the group part that’s bothering him. He’s still not used to everyone wanting him to tag along, but apparently major trauma brings people together.

There’s the slamming of car doors, and footsteps running up the driveway before the door swings open, Robin bursting in with a stack of movies in her arms. She’s followed by Dustin and then Steve, bags and keys being tossed every which way.

Billy doesn’t see you for a moment and starts to worry maybe you aren’t coming. He’s already supplying excuses for having to go home, but Steve left the door ajar, and after a moment, there you are.

You look sleepy, footsteps the quietest of everyone else as you carefully push the Byers’ door shut behind you. He watches as you accept a hug from Eleven, overhears her ask, “how did your test go?”

He’s happy to hear you tell her it went well. It’s only after you’ve looked at her and Will’s puzzle and snapped a few more corner pieces in that you make a beeline for the open spot on the couch beside Billy.

When you’ve settled, your knee bumps against his. “Hey.”

He looks at you, a little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His arms are still crossed, thumb playing with the pendant resting on his chest. A chest surprisingly covered by a sweater, though the sleeves are pushed up.

“Hey. Glad your test is over?”

That sound of his voice makes you smile, and he’s never been so grateful for something, even if it’s just an expression. “Yeah.”

You glance down at the new tattoo on his arm, a dark colored snake wrapping around the skin covering his elbow. You run your thumb across the tail that flicks across his forearm, and Billy relaxes into your touch.

“You have work today?”

Billy shakes his head. You’re glad he had the day off. And you’d tell him so if it weren’t for the sudden bombardment.

Lucas is suddenly standing in front of you, having returned from the kitchen where you think he and Dustin may have been cleaning out Joyce’s fridge.

“Holy shit, thank god you’re here. I need you to convince Billy to go on vacation.”

You glance at Max, assuming she’s already tried. She looks rather annoyed. “Lucas, would you sit down?”

The boy looks at Max, and she glares at him. Clearly he knows better and sits down next to her.

“Billy doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do,” you finally say.

The man in question turns to face you. You have to lean your head back some because of how close he is.

“Are you going?” he asks, voice quiet and thick with something you don’t know that you’re supposed to notice.

“Y-yeah. I was gonna. Robin only went on about it to me for an hour over the phone last night. I just think it might be nice to get away for a little while.” Billy doesn’t break eye contact with you, and while it makes you a little nervous, it tells you he’s listening.

“And I can watch Max for you if you really don’t want to go. Just make sure she doesn’t kill Lucas or anything.” Max snorts at your response, though Lucas looks at her in panic, already calculating how best to prevent that sort of situation.

Your gaze softens and you fight the urge to reach out and run your thumb across Billy’s cheek.

Please come with us. I want you to go. I want you there, you think. But it’s not what you say. You don’t know how badly he needs to hear it.

“You really don’t have to go, Billy. Not if you don’t want to.”

“But there is enough space, man.” Steve stands behind the couch, handing El a scrunchie he retrieved from her bag. His voice is calm, informative. “If you decide to go. There’s plenty of room, and we’d be happy if you did.”

Billy could make some smartass remark. But he won’t. He knows that Steve is being honest, and that he’s not trying to be a dick. It seems that witnessing the guy who beat the shit out of you almost die not even a year after he moved to town really brings you together.

Billy gives an acknowledging nod. “I’d be very happy if you did,” Eleven says. She loves having Jonathan as an older brother, really she does, but Billy lets her play with his hair. And in her books, that really ups the scale.

He smiles at her, and El considers that a win.

You notice him shift next to you, and then he’s leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “Come with me?” He cocks his head in the direction of the door.

He gets up, assuming you’ll follow him. You always do.

When you’ve shut the door, you move to the porch swing. It’s your favorite spot out here, and Joyce says it makes her happy to see someone use it. She used to sit there with Will in the mornings after Jonathan left for school and read to him. She did the same with Jonathan, but he was a much more fidgety kid, wanting to find something else to do.

Billy lights a cigarette, and you watch where he fidgets with the ring on his middle finger.

He’s standing a little ways away from you so as to not breathe the smoke directly in your vicinity, but you wish so badly that he was closer. You like having him close. The weight of his body next to you, the warmth, how solid his arm feels when it’s pressed to yours or when he slides down on the couch some and it's more so pressed to your side.

“Which part of it are you worried about?” you ask him.

He shrugs. “You really think they want me there? You think Max wants me around?” “Billy, I know she does. And I know that voice in your head is telling you that it’s a pity invite, but it’s not. And, besides…” you trail off, but he’s not having that. He needs you to reassure him.

“Besides what?”

You look up at him. “I want you to go. And yeah, I’ll be sad if you don’t go, but that shouldn’t sway your decision either.” You push your feet against the concrete porch a little harder, and the swing responds to the movement. You move quicker, now feeling very pleased with yourself.

Billy almost laughs at the child-like look on your face, but you look so at home on the swing that he holds it in. A grin escapes nonetheless.

“Say that again.” He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray either Hopper or Joyce have left outside. He’s watching you again.

“What?” He’s not gonna let you go all shy on him now. He needed to hear that. He needs to hear it.

“You know what.”

“I want you to go.”

“Then it’s settled. Need to get out of this shithole anyways.”

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The place Steve found is about two hours from Hawkins, with three bedrooms, a shockingly luxurious pull-out couch, and bigger common areas than you’ve ever laid eyes on. Excluding the ones in Steve’s house. In short, the rental is like Hopper’s cabin, if Hopper’s cabin were updated and substantially larger. It feels like the kind of place rich people have to take weekend trips. You’d rather not find out how much Steve is paying for the lot of you to stay there.

Robin takes you on a grand tour while everyone else explores the backyard. Dustin is already determined to climb a tree. One of the rooms has two sets of bunk beds, dedicated to the four boys. “To ensure no cootie-spreading,” Robin proclaims.

She and Steve will share the couch, with Max and Eleven in the smaller bedroom.

Robin stops at the end of the hallway. “Which leaves…”

You and Billy.

You and Billy Hargrove.

Sharing a room.

Sharing a bed.

Speaking of, the man in question brushes past you, setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Robin takes that as her queue to leave and gives you a thumbs up on the way out. You hope she can feel your death stare on the back of her head, and she knows it, being quick to run down the hall.

“So we’re roomies, huh?” Billy says, gathering his hair at the base of his neck. You hadn’t even realized he had a tie on him, and it takes him finishing off a lazy bun to realize it’s a blue scrunchie. You have to bite your lip to keep from saying anything.

“I can sleep with Max and El, if you want. Or–”

That crease between Billy’s brows forms. “Why would you do that?”

You’ve gone all warm. You’d have to sleep in bed with him. And you sit next to him all the time, but this is different. Isn’t it?

Maybe it’s not so weird. You’re just friends. It’s like a sleepover, right?

“I don’t know, you might not want to sleep together or something.”

He cocks a brow, but you catch the double meaning of your words just in time. “You know what I mean, Billy.”

He sits on the end of the bed, and reaches out for you. You move towards him slowly, but the moment you’re within his grasp, Billy spreads his legs and grabs your waist, slotting your body between them.

“You can go if you really want to. If you think I’ve got cooties or somethin’ and you don’t wanna share a bed with me.”

You snort, and Billy drinks in the sound, knowing he’s the one that made you laugh.

“I don’t think you’ve got cooties.”

You realize in that moment that his hands haven’t left their spot on your waist, never straying anywhere else. The weight of them on you is enough to keep you focused on him, and he seems to acknowledge that.

“Then what is it?” he asks, in that low drawl you fear could get out any answer he wanted from you.

You hesitate, but say it anyway. “You don’t think it’ll be weird? Sleeping in the same bed?”

Billy fights the urge to rest his forehead against your stomach. He wants to tell you he’s wished you were in his bed on more than one occasion. Sometimes he just wishes you were there so it wouldn’t feel so cold, so he’d have someone to pull him out of his thoughts before they eat him alive altogether.

“No, I don’t think it’ll be weird.”

You nod your head, and try to move back from him.

Billy whines. “Uh uh. Nope.”

You go to put your hands on your hips, and they graze Billy’s on the way. He grabs hold of them. “You don’t want to have a sleepover with me?”

Billy’s looking up at you with those watery blue eyes, and you know this is a battle you’ll never win.

“Really?”

He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your eyes fall to his neck when he tosses his head back.

“Yeah, baby.”

Baby.

It feels like every cell in your body has been sent into overdrive, like you can’t compute a single coherent thought. All because Billy called you “baby”.

And if he’s being honest with himself, he feels the same way. He hadn’t meant to say it. It’s just that he calls you “baby” in his head all the time, and it just…happened.

“I’d love to have a sleepover with you, Hargrove.”

“Mhm. Thought so.”

This time he lets the laugh out, and it’s a beautiful sound. The kind of sound you’d commit unspeakable acts to hear again. And this time, he does let his forehead drop to rest on your stomach. It surprises you, but you’re not mad about it.

“Oh, fuck off,” you say, and you can feel his chuckle against your skin.

When he quits, you find yourself just standing there, find your hands moving around his back. He’s always so warm. You rub your hands up and down his back, the denim of his jacket rough on your fingertips.

You feel him shift, feel his change in position, the hard press of his chin against you. Billy is looking up at you, and you know he’s hoping you’ll return his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you hate to think of what you must look like from this angle. Clearly he doesn’t mind.

You push a curl behind his ear, a shockingly perfect ringlet that’s too short to be contained like the rest of them.

Billy would be taken aback by the gesture if it weren’t for the fact that you always go this easy on him. Like you know he’s healing, in more ways than one.

“We can’t stay here forever, you know. I wanna go look around.”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I’m sure it’s riveting.” He lets you go anyway, following you down the hall to the rest of the cabin.

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Your back rests on the base of an oversized chair, one that’s surprisingly comfy, your body in between Robin’s legs. She’s sitting next to Steve, watching you moderate El, Lucas, and Will play Twister. Dustin’s already out.

“Right hand blue.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Sinclair, have you never played this game before?”

Lucas scoffs, trying to reach the blue on the other side of the mat without toppling into Will. Max went with Billy to the store, but they should be back soon. You have a sick feeling they’re taking advantage of having been given Steve’s debit card.

“Yes, I’ve played the game before. If you’re so good, why don’t you get down here and show us how it’s done, Harrington?”

“Yeah, Harrington, why don’t you show us how flexible you are?” Billy’s voice makes you look up from where you’ve been mindlessly twisting the spinner on the board around with the tip of your finger.

He stands just inside the living room, holding the door open with his leg. He kicks it shut once Max has made it in. She heaves the paper bags she’d been holding up and onto the counter. Steve rises to help unpack them. You follow on instinct, handing the spinner to Robin instead, and Dustin is quick to take Steve’s spot before Mike can.

Billy won’t let you take anything from him, but he will let you help figure out what the hell to do with all of it. “Do I even want to know how much you both spent?” you ask.

He gives you that fucking smile, and you know you don’t. “Max said she wanted to have a spa night–whatever that means–with El, so we sort of split up. I’m sure Steve’ll live.”

“For your information, Lucas,” Steve continues, clearly not ready to let the quips towards his limberness go, “I was the captain of the swim team.”

“What’s that got to do with being flexible, dingus?” Robin directs the two remaining players, the young boy in question having just busted his ass.

“Swimming is an art form, Rob. You gotta learn to respect it.”

You choke on a laugh, and Billy is quick to rub your back while he chuckles into your shoulder.

“Something funny over there?” Steve questions.

You straighten, trying to wipe the smile from your face though it’s to no avail. “Nope, Steven. I’m sure you’re just incredibly stretchy. Like Mr. Fantastic.”

His brow furrows. “Mr. Fantastic?”

Dustin snorts, elbow deep in a bag of chips, and you quickly realize that you probably shouldn’t have given him an opening, but you don’t exactly regret it either.

The lot of you spend the rest of the night in this fashion, playing games, eating way too much food, taking turns smacking the top of the television so your movie will keep playing.

It feels like home. It feels safe. You wish it always felt this way.

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You’d just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the bedroom door click shut, hear footsteps you can tell are in search of you.

You peek your head out of the bathroom and Billy grins at the sight of you in pajamas, a smear of moisturizer on your forehead you’ve yet to rub in.

He squeezes in the small room, about the same size as his at home, to join you. There’s something about this moment, the domesticity of it, that makes your heart swell. It feels like something you could get used to, getting ready for bed with him. Neither of you have to say anything, you just do your own thing, but having him be there, having his presence–it’s more than enough for you.

When you climb into bed, you try and read for a while, the sounds of Billy washing his face comforting you. You find it easy to read even when he does get in with you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight, the sheets rustling as he moves around experimentally, trying to get comfortable in a bed that isn’t his own.

You feel odd though, reading when he’s right there, so it isn’t long before you close the book and slide further into the covers with him. Billy’s quick to turn on his side, wanting to see you like this.

He watches you yank the blankets up to your chin, looking at him over a blur of fluffy white comforter. “It’s fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” you tell him.

“C’mere then.”

You burrow further into your pillow, fearing you know exactly what he’s going to suggest. “Huh?”

“You’re cold. You always whine about me being warm or somethin’ and I’m telling you to come here.”

“Billy.”

“Stop.” He lifts the covers up some, untucking you from them, and he wraps his arm around your back, tugging you into his side.

Suddenly you’re pressed against him, having slid across the sheets easier than you’d have imagined.

He’s let go of you, his arm hovering over your back. “You want me to hold you or no?”

“Yeah.”

Billy lets his arm drop against your side, his fingers splaying out over your back. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, hoping it’ll warm you up. “This okay?”

“Yes.”

He nods. You’re looking at him like he’s something special.

Billy realizes, in that moment, that that’s how you’ve always looked at him. Even before.

He also realizes that your hands are tucked under your chin and your legs are curled up and into you like you’re afraid of making any contact with him.

“You can loosen up, you know. It’s just me.”

You let out a breath of a laugh, and he can feel it against the skin of his neck.

“It’s okay, I promise. You can touch me.” Billy has this feeling that you’re afraid of hurting him. He’s sure you’ve noticed that he’s wearing a shirt to bed, something he never did before. And he thinks that you’re worried he’ll break.

“You’re sure?”

“Wouldn’t have said so otherwise.”

He watches you unfold your hands and stretch your arm over him, hooking it around his hip. You want to rub up and down his side, but you’re nervous.

It’s just me.

“Do they hurt at all?”

Your thumb skates up a little further, and you don’t have to tell him what you mean.

“Not all the time,” he says, voice low and thick with drowsiness. “At first, yeah, like hell. Now it’s just sometimes. They can feel a little tight, or just bug me. Depends, I guess.”

You nod, feeling brave enough now to slide your hand up a little further. Your touch is light, barely there. You close your eyes, trying not to think about when it happened. How he’d screamed.

He can tell when you’ve calmed down some, because your arm relaxes and you hug him a little more firmly. You scoot in a little closer, close enough that your noses would touch if you tried to make them.

“Goodnight, Billy.”

He makes the move, dragging the tip of his nose across your forehead. He kisses the top of your head, and you grin so wide you feel like a kid in a candy shop.

“Goodnight, baby.”

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When you wake up, you almost don’t want to disturb him, but you know you should get out of bed.

Billy is sprawled out on his stomach, having separated from you at some point during the night. His tank top is rucked up from the tossing and turning of sleep, and you look away when you catch a glimpse of pink skin. It doesn’t feel like your place to look.

You wander out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You make it down the hall, and find that Robin seems to be the only other one awake. You should’ve guessed. She told you once before that her body doesn’t seem to let her sleep in.

Steve is still passed out on the pull-out couch, completely covered by the blankets. The only sign of him is a tuft of messy hair against the light colored pillow case his head rests on.

Robin waves at you from her perch at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her. “Want some?” she whispers, pushing the box in your direction.

You fill up your own bowl, having a feeling that Robin is about to ramble.

“Sleep okay?” she asks.

“Mhm. You?”

“Fine. Though, y’know, Steve is a horrific bed hog. Seriously, he was half on top of me the whole night. I might have to bunk with Max and El.”

You laugh, and Robin takes that as her queue to ask what she’s been pondering since she woke up.

“Was it okay? Sleeping with Billy? Well, not like that. Well, I’m assuming not like that, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I just meant like actually sleeping? Please stop me.”

You grin at her. “Please breathe, Rob.” She does, over exaggerating her inhales. “And it was fine.”

“Okay, good. I was kind of worried you’d be frustrated with my matchmaking tendencies. I just really want you two to be happy. And he seems so calm when he’s with you, and I realize I’ve just told you that I’ve been pushing you two together and I–”

You wipe milk from your chin, having almost spit out your cereal. “Robin, sweetheart, it’s okay, I promise. I know about your matchmaking tendencies. But I think we’re just friends, right?”

“Just friends, my ass.” You hadn’t even seen Steve get up, but he’s reaching for the fridge and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. He really can’t say anything about Dustin’s eating habits when he has the exact same diet.

“Oh my god.”

“Listen, I’m just saying, there’s been something going on between you two since before the world went to shit. I don’t know why you two tiptoe around each other like it’s not obvious that you’re in love.”

“Steve!” you exclaim. “Seriously, what the hell? I’ve been up for like twenty minutes and you two are schooling me on my love life?”

“Or lack thereof,” Robin says.

“Okay, damn. You know what, I’m going back to bed.”

Steve pushes your bowl back towards you when you attempt to get up. “No, you’re not. I’m just saying, there’s no sense in avoiding this. You both clearly feel a lot for each other, and I don’t see any reason to avoid it when you could be together.”

He’s being vulnerable with you, his big brown eyes boring into yours and trying to convey how serious he’s being.

“Just think about it, okay? There’s no harm in talking about how you feel with him. And don’t say that you don’t feel anything, because that’s a goddamn lie.”

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Billy’s had his swim trunks on all day, but he hasn’t done more than sit in the shade by the pool while everyone else makes a mess and plays ridiculous games in the water.

It’s killing him to watch you in there from time to time, swimming around or sitting in the shallow end. You told him once that swimming calms you down.

It’s not until after dinner, when everyone has moved inside for the most part, though there seems to be the plotting of a water balloon fight out front, that he’s brave enough to head for the pool.

You follow him out there, see him contemplating the water.

“Whatcha doin’?”

Billy drops the cigarette he’d been smoking, snubbing it out. “Thought about going for a swim,” he tells you.

“That sounds nice.”

“Mhm.”

“I can go back inside, if you want.”

Billy turns to face you. “No. No, I want you to stay.” He wants you to see. He can’t explain why, but he does.

“Okay.”

He takes a shaky breath, hoping you don’t catch it. You do. You always do.

“I just…wasn’t ready for everyone to see.”

“I understand, Billy.”

You know what he’s really saying. He wasn’t ready for everyone to see. But he’s ready for you to see.

“I can get in first, if that helps. And I won’t look if you don’t want me to,” you say.

“That helps, yeah. And you can look. It’s okay.”

He watches you wade in, watches the way your swimsuit changes color as you tread water.

Billy takes another deep breath, and he’s pulling his shirt off. He’s quick though, diving straight into the deep end, knowing he needs to get it over with.

When he comes up, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and he flips it out of the way, giving you a glimpse of the broad pink scar on his chest.

He meets you halfway, and you think he’s in a serious mood until he’s splashing you like a child.

“You motherfucker!”

You get him back, and he’s laughing.

Billy is laughing and he looks so pretty in the last of the day’s sunlight, beads of water sliding over his collarbones and down his arms, and you feel like you could die. Like seeing him this way is enough. You don’t need anything else.

You try to return a particularly aggressive splash, but he catches your waist, pulling you up and over his shoulder.

“Billy!”

“What?” His voice is teasing. He tosses the rest of the way over, your laughter fading out into the water.

You come up, a brilliant smile on his face. Billy’s sure if you stood close enough you’d be able to hear his heart beating.

When you’ve both gone quiet, your eyes drop to the scars on his sides, the way they stretch across his skin, mean and twisting. Some spots are darker than others, and while it hurts you to look at them, you know it must hurt him even more. But he looks just as beautiful as before, if not increasingly so.

“See something you like?” Billy says it on instinct. To hide the fact that he’s worried you don’t really like it. That maybe you think he’s gross looking. But he knows that’s all in his head. He fucking knows it.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.”

You say it with such surety, such admiration, that he can’t even begin to doubt that you mean it.

He smiles at you. It’s boyish. You’d do anything to see a million more of them.

He moves towards you, the sky having darkened enough that the outside lights have come on, the lights in the pool too. All that remains of the sun is a slash of deep orange, though the night quickly pushes it away.

Billy’s got you backed up against the wall of the pool now. His hands find your sides.

It’s overwhelming, having him this close. You can feel his breath on your face, see the rise and fall of his chest, the freckles on his cheeks.

When he kisses you, you think your heart stops. His mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes a little like chlorine, but you don’t care. Your hands find his face, and you’re smiling so hard that he pulls away because he wants to see. You don’t let him for long though, pulling him back, wanting more. He laughs into your mouth, and your chest aches with this feeling.

Eventually you do let go, and when you hold his eye contact, he knows what you’re going to say. He needs to tell you first, though.

“I’m in love with you, you know.”

“I know,” you respond.

He tosses his head back in a laugh, and you press a sweet kiss to his throat.

“I’m in love with you too, Billy.”

“Damn right you are.”

You snort against his chest, lowering slightly to kiss his scar. His breath catches. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.

“About fucking time!” Steve’s shouting and Robin is yelling, and Max would be making barf sounds if she wasn’t so pleased with seeing her brother so happy.

“So much for that,” Billy says.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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“I’m regretting this, Billy.”

“Stop whining.”

Billy wraps his arms tighter around your back, pressing a kiss to your jaw in hopes that you’ll let him keep doing this.

“Get off.”

“No.”

“Get off, please.”

“Make me.”

There’s the sound of a slap, your hand having met his ass.

He raises his head from where he’d buried it in your chest, looking at you drowsily. “You just spanked me.”

And you’d do it again.

“Didn’t work, did it?”

“No. Shut up and take it.”

By that he means continue letting him lay on top of you, his entire body pressed to yours. It doesn’t matter to him that there’s an entire bed, one that’s made for two people.

You settle for playing with his hair, something he seems to enjoy, and you’d mess with him about the fact that he’s essentially purring if it weren’t for him looking so content.

He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isn’t exactly something you just give up.

He’s never had this before.

Hell, you’ve never had this before.

And he thinks it’s healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro.

You’re healing him. You.

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God Eddie, You're So In Love With Me. (part 2)

Genre: Eddie Munson x Henderson!reader, fem!reader, angst/fluff, hurt/eventual comfort, friends to lovers

Summary: Being in Hellfire, you’ve been exposed to your fair share of bullying. One day, Jason takes it a step too far.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: bullying, anaphylaxis, poisoning, no physical descriptions of Y/N so you don’t have to look like Dustin, reader uses she/her, reader has a peanut allergy, swearing, angy Eddie, hospital

Author’s note: Thank you so much for the positive comments on part 1! I was feeling insecure about this fic so that was very nice y'all are so sweet <3

Enjoy!

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Part 1

Eddie looked to you, hoping to see you looking up at him and smiling that way you do whenever he uses his renaissance voice. Instead he met your panicked eyes.

“Hey Henderson,” Jason called from across the cafeteria. “What happens now? Should we call an ambulance?” Andy shoved at his shoulder playfully and chortled alongside Jason.

Panic gripped you as you connected the dots.

“Yeah,” you wheezed, “call an ambulance.”

All the Hellfire members whipped their heads toward you, witnessing an angry rash spreading across your skin and your breathing becoming audible as you tried to suck in as much oxygen as possible.

Eddie’s heart clenched painfully as he looked down at you, remembering the severity of your allergy after Dustin explained it to him one time. Still, Eddie was taken aback by the speed at which your symptoms were progressing.

You reached a hand out to Eddie as the choked coughs took over. He ignored your hand in favor of catching your body before it hit the ground. With trembling limbs he carefully lowered you to the grimy tile of the cafeteria floor.

“Fuck,” Eddie cursed, “Dustin! What do we do?!”

Dustin had froze. Panic set in as he watched his older sister struggle more and more to take in a full breath. A small crowd began to gather and the excited chatter of the cafeteria simmered into hushed whispers and gasps. Everyone was watching, and not in the way Eddie was used to.

“Henderson!” Eddie snapped.

At that, Dustin went to work. “Mike, go call 911! Lucus, see if the nurse has an epipen. GO!” The sheep dispersed. Dustin picked up your bag with trembling hands and began digging through your books and school supplies, searching for the epinephrine injector he swears you kept in there.

Eddie turned his attention back to you, trusting that Dustin had the rest handled. At the look of panic in your blotchy and swollen face he almost froze too. A chilling dread spread through his veins as you began clawing at your throat, doing everything you could to open your airways.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me princess. You’re gonna be alright, gonna be just fine, you hear me? D-Dustin will getchu your meds and you’ll be good to go,” Eddie rambled, trying to convince himself just as much. He gently cradled your warm face and stroked your hair to try and soothe you.

With every second passing you became closer and closer to death. Eddie looked up in desperation. His red-headed neighbor (Max, he thinks her name is) snatched the backpack out of a distraught Dustin’s hands and turned it upside down, emptying its contents. Robin was there too and put a comforting arm around your brother while Max took over the search for the injector. Eddie was vaguely aware of a teacher trying to pry him off of you but he’d risk getting expelled for shoving a teacher if it meant staying by your side.

“Got it!” Max exclaimed, holding the orange and clear tube triumphantly. She slid to her knees on your otherside, not hesitating to jam the needle into your leg and holding it there.

Eddie flinched at the force it took to inject you. You took your first full breath, allowing him to take one as well. Your eyes were drooping slightly as the medicine was introduced into your system.

“Hey, there she is,” Eddie said gently.

Your tired eyes met his and he could’ve sworn the corners of your lips twitched upwards.

The paramedics arrived and Eddie hesitantly let you go so they could treat you. It was a blur of navy blue and red as they hooked you up to numerous tubes and slid an oxygen mask over your head.

You became slightly more alert at the sight of strangers surrounding you as the stretcher clicked into place, raising you a couple feet off the ground. You moved your head tiredly trying to catch sight of anyone you knew. Anyone to comfort you.

“Dustin, go with her,” Eddie told the curly haired boy. He looked up at him with wet eyes that clenched at Eddie’s heart. “She needs you, go on.”

Eddie watched the determination emerge on the freshman’s face as he walked through the paramedics declaring that he was your brother, allowing him to be by your side.

Swallowing thickly past the dryness in his mouth, Eddie watched you get rolled out on the stretcher.

He turned numbly to see that Lucas and Mike had returned and started digging through your lunch, in an attempt to find out what it was that could’ve caused your reaction. As the two predictably began to bicker, Eddie grabbed the cup of applesauce and slowly brought the spoon out. To his horror, he scooped out a few small round nuts mixed with the smooth texture of the applesauce.

His darkened eyes snapped up, immediately finding Jason. He at least had the decency to look scared, his skin white as a sheet. True terror shining through as he came to realize the severity of what he did. He shook his head slightly, pleading with Eddie. For what, he wasn’t sure. But he could give a shit.

The grip on the applesauce tightened, causing it to tremble, before he launched it in Jason's general direction. A fire of rage lit up Eddie's entire being, consuming any reason or restraint within him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! You could’ve killed her!!” Eddie roared, the words ripping from his throat like a thunderclap. Every fiber in his being screamed for justice, determined to ensure that no harm would ever come to you again.

“I-I-I didn’t think…I didn’t mean to-” Jason blubbered.

“Not good enough!” Eddie snapped. He charged forward, driven by the need to avenge your pain. Just when he was closing the distance between them a thick arm wrapped around his upper body. “LET ME GO!”

Eddie struggled against the firm grip that held him back from doing to Jason what he should've done a long time ago. If Eddie was strong enough, he could've saved you, stopped all of this bullying in its tracks before Jason had ever even looked in your direction. His strength never came from muscles or brute force, but from his anger—the primal need to protect those he loved. He was so consumed by his rage that a red haze blurred his vision. Or were those his tears?

“Eddie, man, don’t do this,” Doug said, doing his best to calm his friend.

“Please,” Eddie pleaded, losing some of his fight. “Just let me go.”

“Dude, if you get into a fight you won’t be able to see Y/N in the hospital,” the bassist whispered in Eddie’s ear. He looked over and saw Principle Coleman closing in on them, there wasn’t much time left. “We can handle it, just go while you can.”

A wave of overwhelming frustration washed over Eddie as the struggle against Doug’s hold diminished. Tears welled up in his eyes as his chest released his rage and tightened back up with helplessness and despair.

He didn’t let it consume him though, taking off in the opposite direction of the principle, his sheep following close behind.

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When the van ripped into the hospital parking lot, Eddie finally took notice of how many stowaways he had. Lucas, Mike, Max, Robin, and even Nancy all burst through the double doors at the back of his skunky smelling van and made their way to the emergency room entrance.

Eddie was the first one through the doors, eyes scanning the waiting area for his curly haired friend. What he wasn’t expecting to see was the one and only King Steve sitting with the boy.

Steve noticed them first, taking the lead on letting them know what’s going on. He explained that you’d be fine but the doctors are running some tests and getting you hooked up to the necessary machines. It’ll be a little longer before Eddie gets to see you with his own eyes.

Eddie turned on his heel and walked through the doors he just came through as Steve explained that your mom was called but was on a trip with her girlfriends and won’t be able to make it back until tomorrow.

The disinfected smell of the hospital only offered to heighten Eddie’s desire for a cigarette. He finds solace in the only coping mechanism he has under his belt, even if he knew it was bad for him in the long run. The stress of the day weighed heavily on him as he leaned on the brick wall of the hospital outside. The familiar routine of lighting up offered a good distraction, the only way to momentarily ease his anxiety.

That was until your brother found him. He silently stood next to him, not feeling the need to fill the silence with anything but the gentle breeze and the birds chirping in the distance. But it made Eddie feel uneasy.

“I’d offer you a smoke, but I don’t want to corrupt you more than I already have,” Eddie said with a sad laugh.

Ignoring Eddie’s comment, Dustin asked, “you remember that one time when Hellfire came over to my house for a session? When the theater kids needed the drama room at school?”

Eddie nodded his head slowly, releasing the smoke from his lungs as he did so.

“I was still in middle school so I had only heard about you from Y/N. She had this weird way of speaking about you. It was in a way I had never heard her speak about anyone before.”

Eddie’s heart punched against his ribs painfully, his insecurities taking over.

“She was nice enough to let me watch your campaign so I could get ideas for the campaign I was doing with Mike and Lucas, and our other friend Will. I think she regretted it because of the Reese's Pieces incident.”

Eddie couldn’t help but start chuckling embarrassingly at the memory. “God, that was so stupid,” he smacked his forehead in an attempt to stop his mind from reliving one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

The Hellfire members flooded into your home, bringing chips, candy, and drinks to share. Your first time hosting the club was going great, until Dustin noticed the bag of Reese’s Pieces in Eddie’s hand.

“My sister is too nice to say anything but-” Dustin started.

“Stop, Dustin-”

“-we can’t have those in the house.”

Eddie’s eyebrows pinched beneath his bangs, “what? Why not?”

“She’s allergic to peanuts.”

Before you could roll your eyes at your little brother and reassure him it was fine, Eddie turned and chucked the bag out your kitchen’s open window leaving you standing there in shock and Eddie horrified by his own impulse.

“I think that’s when she fell in love with you.”

Eddie’s head whipped over to Dustin. The kid had the audacity to look smug after completely shattering his world view. His mind spun with the revelation.

Love, a word so potent, was now intertwined with his thoughts of your relationship. Eddie knew he liked you, a lot, but his brain never brought him to love. He replayed moments from your friendship in his head, searching for the signs, trying to decipher if Dustin was telling the truth. If the sentiment was truly real. A mix of surprise and uncertainty overwhelmed him, but there was also something warm and hopeful there. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.

He needed to see you and hear it from you directly. A million thoughts and memories raced through his mind, but one thing was clear–he needed to be with you, to tell you how he felt.

part 3 coming soon!

tags: @beeblisss @fishwithtitz @leah-loves-lilies

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munsons-melody · 10 months

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this is so eddie coded

#eddie munson #stranger things #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eleven #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #munsons-melody #nancy wheeler #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff

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mycurrent-hyperfixation · 2 years

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The Pizza Girl: Eddie Munson x Reader (One-Shot)

Summary: Surfer Boy Pizza’s expansion into Hawkins brings delicious delivered pizzas to Eddie Munon’s front door. It apparently also brings a very attractive delivery driver that might also happen to be Eddie’s past crush.

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Word Count: 5.5k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

Tags: fluff

A/N: The stage of grief I am currently in after watching vol. 2 is denial so Eddie shall live on in all my fics. This takes place after vol. 2 where everyone is HAPPY and SAFE and ALIVE and I will hear no criticisms cause idc. Go check out my last fic The Record Store cause I’m still completely obsessed with it and more people need to read it. Also big shoutout to @alicetweven for being the first person to ask to be on the taglist. Thanks for the support lovely. If anyone else wants to be on it lmk. Enjoy!

Surfer Boy Pizza’s conquest across America reached Indiana in the summer of 1986. 

Whilst such an expansion was expected, their latest branch in the small town of Hawkins was viewed as quite the unfavourable choice of location. Hawkins was quiet, Hawkins was quaint, and the last time a major conglomerate chose Hawkins to expand, it ended in a mall fire.  

Eddie Munson, however, was simply happy to be able to order pizza delivered to the trailer park.  

The day was hot; so painstakingly hot that Eddie could not quite fathom wearing clothes. He wore his swimming shorts partly for modesty—he did have guests over after all—and partly because Dustin and Lucas had managed to find a small paddling pool that he was currently lazing within. He barely fit, his legs hanging predominantly over the side, but the contraption at least succeeded in cooling him down. 

“Shove over, Munson. I’m melting out here,” Dustin whined.

Eddie opened his eyes and glanced at Dustin over the rim of his sunglasses.  

“Patience is a virtue, little Henderson,” Eddie responded before closing his eyes once more, laying his head back against the plastic rim. 

Dustin, unsatisfied, simply forced his way into the pool, shoving Eddie to the side until he practically fell out. Water spilled over the rim as Eddie steadied himself before turning to glare at Dustin.

“I’m hungry,” Mike whined from the shade of Eddie’s trailer porch. The younger boy seemed to burn so easily that it was simply common sense to slather him in sunscreen, wrap him in a towel and confine him to the limits of the shade.  

“That sounds like a you problem, Wheeler,” Eddie lazily mumbled. 

“We should get pizza!” Lucas exclaimed. 

“Yes!” Max agreed. 

“With who’s money?” Eddie questioned. 

“Well, you do owe me $20,” Dustin said. 

“Since when?” 

“Since you bet that I couldn’t roll two twenties in a row last week at hellfire.” 

Eddie, remembering the event, groaned dramatically.  

“I told you not to doubt my skills,” Dustin added. 

“Yeah, yeah whatever. You’re ordering though.”

“Lucas, go inside and order,” Dustin said. 

“Why do I have to do it?” 

“Because I’m wet.” 

Lucas groaned before begrudgingly getting up from the lawn chair he had been lazing within and made his way inside.  

“No pineapple,” Mike ordered as Lucas passed him on the porch. 

“No more than two pizzas!” Eddie hastily called. “And get me something with a lot of meat on it.” 

As Lucas disappeared into the trailer, Eddie laid back within the paddling pool and sighed. He could feel the skin on his face growing hot but he could not quite bring himself to get up and apply more sunscreen. He wasn’t quite sure when Lucas came back nor how much time had passed since he ordered. The sun was causing his eyes to feel droopy and his breathing to become deeper, the cool touch of the water around him lapping against his skin. He was quite certain that at some point during his relaxation he must have fallen asleep, for one moment the sun was blaring against his eyelids, and the next they were shrouded in shadow. Eddie opened his eyes slowly.

Eddie told himself that the sudden scream that erupted from his mouth was purely because he had not expected to see you. Or perhaps it was because the last of his morning joint was wearing off and it was making him jittery. Either way the interaction was wholeheartedly embarrassing as he leapt upwards, greatly disturbing the water in the pool so that soon Dustin was screaming as Eddie drenched him in the water that flew from his body. 

Eddie couldn’t tell why he was panting as he looked down at you, nor could he tell which one of the boys was snickering at him. But he could not dwell on the thought, for you were standing before him in your Surfer Boy shirt and your Surfer Boy visor and some denim shorts that gave Eddie an unobstructed view of your legs.

“I have a pizza for Munson,” you said with a smile that Eddie so very wished was not at his expense.

“Y-yes, that’s me!” Eddie hastily spoke, stepping out of the paddling pool so that he was standing before you. For just a second, he thought he saw your gaze flick down his chest, but then your eyes were looking into his once more and he dispelled the idea from his mind.

“Great,” you continued. “It’s just the Meatlovers and the Hawaiian-”

“Lucas! I said no pineapple!” Mike interjected.

“It is delicious and I’m going to make you see that,” Lucas calmly responded.

“Fruit on pizza is simply wrong and-” Mike continued.

Eddie sighed as he turned his attention back to you.

“Sorry about them,” he said, flashing a smile at you.

You smiled back brightly. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen this debate play out many times.”

“Oh?” Eddie said, quirking an eyebrow. “So what’s the verdict?”

The arguing of the boys grew louder so Eddie leaned closer to you so as to make his words clearer. A heat grew steadily up your cheeks and you hoped that the summer sun would disguise it.

“If it’s on the pizza I’ll eat it but I’m not going out of my way to have it,” you shrugged, trying to act nonchalant.

Eddie smirked. “Looks like we’re on opposite sides of this debate then.”

“Is that so?” you smirked back.

“A pizza should not be tarnished by something so colourful. Even vegetables are a stretch sometimes.”

You let out a laugh and Eddie couldn’t help but smile at it. The boys, their argument having slowly dwindled away, turned their attention to you and Eddie.

“So I take it the Meatlovers is for you then?”

Eddie leaned ever so slightly closer until he was practically towering above you. “Would you like a slice?”

You smirked back, unwilling to pull away even as your heart began to race.

“We at Surfer Boy Pizza pride ourselves on the best customer service,” you said in a tone you usually reserved for more uptight customers. “I don’t think they’d appreciate me taking a slice of someone’s pizza.”

Eddie leaned down now so that he was whispering in your ear.

“They don’t have to know.”

Eddie thought for just a moment that maybe leaning so close to you was a bad idea. For surely at this proximity you were bound to be able to hear how hard his heart was thundering against his chest or were sure to notice the way his hands were shaking slightly. He could smell your perfume this close, he realised, something sweet and smoky and wholeheartedly intoxicating.

“Even if I wanted to, Munson,” you paused, smirking up as Eddie pulled away slightly to look at you. “Barbeque sauce is disgusting.”

Eddie couldn’t quite help the strangled gasp that escaped from his throat, his hand flying to his chest in shock as he flung himself dramatically back from you. A large smile spread across your lips as you tried to stifle a laugh.

“Blasphemy!” Eddie cried so loudly that a couple who were lounging outside their caravan several lots away looked over in concern. “Guys, she must be a witch. We’ll have to burn her at the stake.”

The laugh that you were stifling finally erupted from your throat; so sincere, so genuine and so breathtakingly beautiful that Eddie felt the air suddenly leave his lungs as he simply looked at you. Your hair was tied up, most of it swept back by your Surfer Boy visor, yet with a few strands having come loose to frame your face elegantly. The sun, which now hung lower in the sky, cast a warm glow across your skin that had Eddie itching to reach out and brush his hand along the curve of your jaw.

“Well that’ll be $15.50,” you spoke up, your brows slightly furrowed at Eddie’s change in demeanour.

“Oh, r-right,” Eddie stuttered, a deep blush coming up to cover his cheeks. “Lucas could you run inside and grab my wallet?”

“What am I? The butler?” Lucas groaned as he begrudgingly got up from his lounge chair once more.

“So, Eddie, how’s life now that you’re graduated?”

Eddie’s gaze shot up towards you, his brows furrowing deeply.

“You-” he hesitated. “You remember me?”

“Of course I do,” you said, your voice so serious and so sincere that Eddie’s breath hitched within his throat. “Do you remember me?”

Eddie let out a scoff in surprise. “Are you serious?

Eddie could not quite fathom the question. You; who was known around Hawkins as one of the nicest people. You; who was friends with everyone. You; who had never once called Eddie Munson a freak, who had never once not looked upon him and smiled, who had—many times before—defended him and those like him against rude comments and mean statements.

You; quite possibly the most beautiful person Eddie had ever seen.

“How could I forget you? You were like the knight in shining armour that defended us freaks.”

“Don’t call yourself that,” you responded instantly.

Eddie opened his mouth to respond but before he could utter any words something hard collided with his chest. He reached out instinctively to catch it as it fell, only to find his wallet clutched within his hands. He looked up and glared at Lucas who at least had the decency to look slightly apologetic.

Eddie pulled out $20 and held it out towards you. The transaction was awkward as you tried to take the money from him whilst also passing him the pizzas which had begun to grow cold in your hands. In the end Eddie made contact with your arm twice and your hand three times, each touch causing his heart to jump just a little.

When the transaction was complete the two of you continued to stand, neither quite knowing what to say.

“You...uh,” Eddie hesitated, casting his gaze to the ground. “You can keep the change…for your tip.”

“Thanks,” you said.

There it was, your smile was back.

“Well I should probably head out. I’ve got other deliveries to make,” you said after a long silence had lingered between the two of you.

“Y-yeah, of course! Don’t let me keep you.”

You smiled up at him.

“Don’t be a stranger, Munson.”

Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat.

And then you were walking away and Eddie couldn’t quite seem to quell the disappointment he felt at the sight of it. He watched on as you hopped back into your car, wasting no time in turning the key in the ignition. Before you left however, you turned to face Eddie one last time to flash him a smile and to offer him a wave. Eddie, wishing his hands were not full of pizzas, was unable to wave back but smiled nonetheless.

And then even when your car had retreated down the road, even when he could no longer see your figure in the front seat, he could not quite seem to bring himself back to reality.

“How could I forget you?” Mike mocked as Lucas and Dustin burst out laughing.

Eddie turned to them, a violent blush creeping onto his features as he scowled at the boys.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, throwing the pizzas down onto the porch of the trailer.

“Wait was that Y/N L/N?” Dustin questioned.

“Yeah,” Eddie said back cautiously.

“The Y/N L/N that you had a huge crush on last year?” Dustin added, a wicked smile creeping onto his features.

“Shut up.”

“You should have asked her out,” Max said.

“Yeah I think she was kinda into whatever version of flirting you were doing,” Lucas added.

“I was not flirting.”

“Well whatever it was,” Dustin said. “You did make her laugh a lot.”

“That, dear Henderson, is because I’m hilarious,” Eddie responded, a smile curling his lips upwards. He turned his attention back to Lucas. “And she was working, Sinclair. She’s probably that nice to all of her customers.”

“We should order something else!” Max blurted out. “You know, to make her come back.”

“Why? So Eddie can scream again when he sees her?” Mike responded.

Eddie glared at him.

“Just pass me a goddamn slice.”

---

Eddie and his uncle did not often receive phone calls at their trailer.

That was at least what Eddie told himself as a way to justify how much he jumped at the sound of the phone ringing. With a sigh, he unfolded himself from his comfortable position on the couch and made his way over to the landline.

“Hello?”

“Eddie!” Dustin screamed excitedly so that Eddie had to pull the phone hastily away from his ear. “Good, you’re home.”

“Where else would I be?” Eddie questioned, and then before Dustin could answer, asked suspiciously, “Why do you care?”

“N-no reason,” Dustin stammered. “Have you seen Y/N again yet?”

Eddie furrowed his brows at the question.

“Where on earth would I have seen her?”

“I don’t know, I thought maybe you had manned up and went to ask her out.”

Eddie sighed, bringing one hand up to rub at his eyes.

“Did you seriously call me just for this?”

Eddie could hear something being mumbled, as if someone were far away from the phone.

“Who are you with?” Eddie asked suspiciously.

“N-no one!” Dustin hastily replied. “I gotta go, Eddie. My, ugh, my mom’s calling me.”

“Wait, but-”

Dustin hung up.

Eddie groaned and put the phone back on the receiver slightly harder than was strictly necessary. He reclaimed his seat upon the couch and turned the movie he had been watching back on.

As the movie progressed, Eddie could feel the lids of his eyes growing heavier. He struggled to force them back open every time they closed, trying to concentrate back on the television but failing miserably. Eddie’s eyes closed once more and this time he did not fight to open them. Instead, he let his head fall comfortably onto the pillow behind him as his breathing grew deeper.

Eddie practically jumped out of his skin as a loud knock resounded throughout the trailer. His heart pounded loudly in his chest, his breaths ragged as he brought one hand up to rub at his face in an attempt to wake himself up more.

“Dustin!” Eddie shouted as he hauled himself back off the couch. He made his way begrudgingly to the door. “I swear to god if you’ve come to give me more cryptic messages, I’ll-”

Eddie closed his mouth swiftly as he opened his front door to find you standing on his porch, the lights from inside his trailer the only thing illuminating you within his doorway.

“Pizza for Munson,” you said with a smile, your brows slightly furrowed at Eddie’s shocked expression.

For some time, Eddie could not quite bring himself to speak. His heart was racing once more, but it was no longer from shock or anger. He knew in that moment that he must look ghastly; hair mused from sleep, pyjama pants topped with his hellfire shirt. But your expression did not shift from a smile, and for that Eddie was immensely grateful.

Finally, Eddie thought it quite pertinent that he should say something.

“I, ugh,” he stammered, trying to collect his thoughts. “I didn’t order a pizza.”

The smile dropped from your features as you furrowed your brows deeper.

“No, I swear it’s for this address.”

You hastily opened the bag that held the pizzas inside and ruffled around for the slip of paper that contained the order. Once having found it, you scanned its contents hastily.

“Ha!” you said triumphantly. “One pizza for Eddie Munson at the Forest Hills Trailer Park.”

You turned the docket around so that Eddie could read it. Eddie leant forward, squinting in the darkness.

“Hmmm,” Eddie hummed. “It would appear you’re right. Maybe I’ve started ordering pizzas in my sleep.”

You tilted your head back as you let out a laugh. Eddie’s heart skipped slightly at the sight of it.

“I can take it back if you don’t want it,” you said.

“Woah-woah-woah, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Eddie hastily said. “What kind of pizza is it?” Eddie leaned forwards even further, trying to pry open the lid of the bag that you still held upon your hip. You pulled it away.

“Nope. You’ll have to pay first,” you said back with a smile.

“Is it Surfer Boy Pizza protocol to withhold critical information from a customer?” Eddie said, smirking as he leaned over you.

“I don’t think the protocol covers sleep-ordering pizzas.”

Eddie couldn’t quite stop the laugh that erupted from him. When he looked down upon you once more, his smile grew slightly wider at the sight of your cheeky grin.

“Well, you’ve intrigued me now. Let me grab my wallet.”

Eddie turned around but hesitated before he disappeared through the door. He looked over his shoulder at you, not quite trusting himself to turn back around lest you see the small blush that was creeping onto his features.

“You can, ugh,” Eddie hesitated. “You can come in if you want. You’ll melt out here and I’ve got a fan going so it’s a bit cooler inside.”

You smiled up at Eddie’s figure in the doorway.

“Okay,” you said before traversing the porch and following Eddie inside.

Eddie had initially thought the invitation to be a good idea—a great one even—for it would succeed in prolonging his interaction with you. But upon re-entering his home he quickly came to the realisation that he had in no way prepared his trailer for the presence of a guest. The small table that sat in front of the television was littered with glasses and plates, the dishes in the sink balanced precariously high.

And yet although he wholeheartedly regretted his decision to invite you in, his stomach twisting in embarrassment, when Eddie turned back around to apologise for the mess he found you simply staring right back at him, a beautiful smile spread across your lips. His breath hitched in his throat, and for just a moment he forgot what exactly he was meant to be doing.

“Wallet?” you questioned with a smile after Eddie had lingered confusedly for several seconds.

“Wallet!” he exclaimed, his blush deepening. “Right, sorry.”

You watched on as Eddie scrambled around the trailer in search of his wallet, a soft smile encompassing your features. After Eddie had reappeared from his bedroom for the third time with no success, he quickly stuttered, “Y-you, ah, you can take a seat if you like. Sorry. I swear I left it in my jeans but it’s not there.”

Eddie promptly disappeared back into his bedroom as you took a tentative seat upon the couch. You sunk in further than you expected, surprised at how comfortable the furniture was. It smelt vaguely of smoke mingled in with whatever cologne Eddie wore and it altogether had you feeling quite tired. You leant your head back and closed your eyes briefly.

Eddie was quite certain that his wallet had been in the jeans he had unceremoniously thrown on the floor that afternoon. But after checking the pockets—and every other pair of pockets in every other pair of jeans upon the floor—he felt like groaning in annoyance. He checked his bedside table, his chest of drawers, and the pockets of his leather jacket. He checked under his bed and in every drawer and even in his drug box. Lastly—partly because it was the only place yet to check and partly because he felt like throwing something—Eddie violently shoved his bedsheet up and off his bed. His head perked up when something thudded against the floor.

Just as Eddie’s eyes came to land upon his wallet which had been flung near the door and just as he was about to yell in triumph, he looked up to where he could partly see you sitting upon the couch. Slowly, he made his way towards the door, absentmindedly bending down to pick his wallet up on the way, before coming to stop in the doorway.

Eddie couldn’t quite help the smile that spread across his features at the sight of you; eyes closed, breathing soft. Your hair was tied up again today although this time you were missing the visor. It was slightly messy, stray strands falling out in places where you had been too lazy to fix it. And even though there were bags under your eyes, even though your cheeks were slightly sunburnt from so many deliveries throughout the sunny day, Eddie’s heart still skipped a beat at the sight of you.

“Long day?” Eddie questioned from the doorway of his bedroom.

Your eyes flew open as you rushed to stand up.

“Sorry!” you blurted out.

“No, no!” Eddie hastened to say. “It’s fine. Really. Make yourself at home.”

“No, I’m sorry, that’s so weird. I’m here to deliver your pizza not nearly fall asleep on your couch!” you began to ramble.

“Y/N,” Eddie closed the distance between you, bringing his hands up to rest upon your shoulders. You turned your gaze to look at him. “It’s fine.”

You opened your mouth to say something before seeing the look on Eddie’s face and hesitatingly closing it once more. You continued to stare up at him, seemingly unable to tear your gaze away from his. It was only when Eddie’s hand outstretched towards you that you finally looked down. He was holding a $10 note.

“Oh,” you said, surprised. “Right.” You took the cash from his hand.

“So do I finally get to know what it is that I apparently ordered?” Eddie asked with a smirk, easing some of the tension from your body.

“I didn’t tell you before because I knew you wouldn’t pay if you knew what it was,” you responded, unable to stop your own smile that spread across your lips.

“No,” Eddie said, his smile fading, his face suddenly scared. “Please don’t tell me it’s-”

Eddie bent down to extract the pizza from the bag, instantly flipping the lid of the box up. He let out a dramatic groan.

“Not Hawaiian!”

Your smile grew wider.

“I did think the order was odd when it came through.”

“You should have known me better, L/N,” Eddie said turning his attention back to you as he placed the pizza upon the coffee table. “You should have known that I was obviously being held against my will and to call the police immediately since someone was impersonating me.”

You tilted your head back and laughed.

“Next time you order anything with even a vegetable on it I’ll be sure to bring in the military.”

Eddie leaned in with smirk. “Good girl.”

He wasn’t too sure why he said it nor when he had actually made the decision to do so. It was as if the words fell from his mouth of their own volition, lingering in the air between you, echoing relentlessly around the room. A violent blush crept up to Eddie’s features and yet he did not turn away. For just a moment he thought he saw a similar heat appear upon your cheeks. You were close now, closer than you had realised as Eddie looked down upon you. A silence engulfed the two of you; so thick and palpable in the air that it made it hard to breathe.

“I should...ugh,” you practically whispered. “I should leave you to your pizza.”

“You should, um,” Eddie breathed back. “You should stay. Help me eat this monstrosity.”

Neither of you moved as Eddie waited with bated breath for your response. When it was not provided instantly, Eddie couldn’t quite help the pit of disappointment that erupted within his stomach. He turned his head away.

“But you probably have to get back to work. Sorry, that was a stupid suggestion.”

“No,” you hastily responded. “No,” you said again, slower this time, “You were my last delivery of the night...so...I’ve got time.”

Eddie tried to stop the smile that threatened to erupt onto his features. He did not succeed. Unceremoniously and quite ungracefully, Eddie threw himself backwards onto the couch. The sudden movement startled you slightly until you couldn’t help but laugh at the boy before you. Eddie patted the spot on the couch next to him encouragingly.

“Great! I need someone to help me pick off the pineapple anyway.”

You laughed slightly as you took the seat next to Eddie, misjudging the distance between the armrest and the boy so that your leg brushed against his. However, you did not move away.

“I will do no such thing,” you said as Eddie leaned forward to swivel the box before you, opening the lid with a flick of his wrist.

“So I offer you half my pizza and you won’t even help me make it edible?” Eddie said, turning back to look at you with a smile.

“Nope,” you responded with a smirk before leaning forward, extracting a slice from the box and shoving practically half of it into your mouth, pineapple and all. You were quite certain that you looked wholeheartedly unattractive in that moment—your mouth full, a stray sliver of sauce adorning your upper lip—but you could not quite bring yourself to care as Eddie scoffed at you with a smile.

“That’s disgusting,” Eddie said, and upon seeing your face drop slightly, hastily added, “I shall be removing the pineapple like a civilised person.”

Your smile returned and Eddie let out a small breath of relief. He turned back to the pizza and began slowly picking off each piece of pineapple, flicking them onto the cardboard.

“Says the person who likes barbeque sauce.”

“I refuse to respond to that, witch.”

A laugh erupted from your lips. When his half of the pizza was finally free of pineapple, Eddie removed a slice and brought it up to his lips. A silence sat between you as you ate. It was comfortable, you realised, being here with him like this.

“I don’t think I ever thanked you,” Eddie said after he had finished his slice.

“For what? Room temperature pizza?”

“No,” he said, chuckling slightly. “For high school. For...I don’t know...treating me like a human being.”

“You shouldn’t thank me for that, Eddie,” you said, the smile faltering from your features. “That’s like the bare minimum for being a decent person.”

“Well, I want to,” Eddie said back, his voice softer now as he turned on the couch to face you. “It made a difference to me and...well, I just wanted you to know that.”

“I should have done more then,” you said, mirroring Eddie’s movements so that the two of you now faced each other. His arm came up to rest on the back of the couch beside you, making him inch slightly closer. “I think we would have been good friends if I’d tried harder.”

“I always wanted to talk to you more,” Eddie breathed out. “I just never worked up the courage.”

Eddie wasn’t quite sure which one of you had inched closer, nor did he particularly care, too consumed in your scent and the way your leg was resting next to his. He was unable to bring his racing heart under control as he dug one hand into his lap to stop you from seeing how badly he was shaking.

“Was I that scary?” you responded with a smile.

“Oh yeah,” Eddie smirked back. “The scariest.”

“I never once thought that about you, you know?” you said, practically breathless.

“Is that so?”

“I always thought that behind all the hair and the rings and the satanic worshipping-”

Eddie barked out a laugh.

“I always thought you were a big softy deep down.”

Eddie looked upon you now with something very close to adoration. In that moment he was sure that he had never been seen so clearly by anyone before.

And because he was quite certain that you could read his mind anyway, he breathed out, “I always thought you were...perfect.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Your lips were inches from Eddie’s now so that you could feel his breath brush against your nose, his scent lingering all around you. It was like the two of you were suspended in time, neither of you closing the small distance that still remained between you. Your gaze looked up from Eddie’s lips to find him staring right back at you, something dark lingering behind his eyes.

And because Eddie had spent so very long staring at you from afar and because he could not quite believe that you were sitting so close before him, he decided it was time that he did not run away for once. He was quite certain that the two of you would linger in your created limbo all night if he did not do anything, and the thought oddly terrified him.

When he leaned forwards, it was slowly, partly because he was half expecting you to pull away and partly because he simply could not bring himself to go any faster. When his lips brushed against yours, the touch was so soft and so fleeting that at first he thought he might have dreamt it. But then you were kissing him back and it was firmer, more solid, more real. You brought your hands up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. Eddie brought his hand that had been resting on the back of the couch up to graze along your jaw, his other hand coming to rest at your waist, itching to pull you into him.

And then he could taste you, but whether it was because he had deepened the kiss or you had, he couldn’t quite tell nor did he particularly care. You tasted so heavenly that he thought in that moment that he would never taste anything so delicious ever again. There was the saltiness of the dough, the flavour of the sauce, and just faintly, the sweetness of the pineapple which was surprisingly a very welcomed addition. Not that he would ever admit that.

You were so soft and so warm and so breathtakingly beautiful that Eddie thought if he were to wake up from a dream he would not altogether be surprised. You seemed to fit so well against him, your scent intoxicating as you consumed each other.

And then you were pulling away, panting heavily, and Eddie had to refrain himself from chasing your lips. He kept his eyes closed for just a little while longer, revelling in the memory of your lips against his. When he reopened them, he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his features at the sight of you—still there, still real—before him.

“You thought I was perfect?” you said.

Eddie furrowed his brows. “What?”

“That’s in the past tense. You don’t think it anymore?”

He could tell that you were joking, a lazy grin spread across your features.

“Well I’ve come to learn some crucial information about your opinions on barbeque sauce which are a bit of a red flag if I’m hones-”

You connected your lips to his once more, just briefly.

“I might be able to overlook that though,” Eddie whispered.

A silence lingered between you.

“I have to get back to the store before we close,” you said, smiling softly up at him as you stood up from the couch slowly.

“Can I see you again?” Eddie asked as he walked you to the door.

“I’d like that.”

You lingered on the porch as Eddie leant against the doorframe, glancing down at you with a soft smile. Turning back around, you quickly stood on the tips of your toes to connect your lips to Eddie’s one last time. He unfolded his arms and placed them firmly upon your waist, pulling you subconsciously closer towards him.

“Maybe it’s not such a bad thing you order pizzas in your sleep,” you said with a smile.

“Oh, I’m certain I didn’t order that pizza.” Eddie turned his gaze upwards to look at the trailer that sat across the dirt road. Four heads and one pair of binoculars stared at him through the open window, all four of them quickly scrambling away as Eddie looked up. “But I have a feeling I know who did.”

“Well thank them for me,” you responded.

Eddie didn’t take his eyes off of you as you descended the steps of his porch and headed to your car. His breath hitched slightly at the smile you flashed him before you drove away. It was only when your car had crested the small hill and disappeared that he finally moved, making his way down the porch steps and crossing the dirt road that separated his trailer from Max Mayfield’s.

The door was open when he tried it as he instantly burst into the trailer. Four kids ducked for cover behind the couch. Eddie chased them, his hands coming to rest upon the shirt of the curly-haired one.

“Don’t kill me!” Dustin screamed.

“Hawaiian?! Really?!”

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Crushes, Chaos, and Confessions (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Word count: 2.2K

Summary: dustin knows how steve feels about you and he can’t stop himself from spilling his best friend’s biggest secret to you

Tags: ST4 spoilers!!, steve being all sweet, dustin, max, and lucas being chaotic/funny, dustin has a big mouth, humor, fluff, love confessions, kissing, mutually requited love

A/N: my second steve fic! I loved writing him so much the first time I had to do it again <3

cross-posted to ao3 • st masterlist • writing masterlist

Sitting in the basement of the Wheeler house felt odd. Probably because neither of the Wheeler siblings you knew were there. Still, you had a lot of company.

Max was across the room at a desk, her headphones on as she held a pen in hand. Lucas, Steve, and Dustin—in that order—were sitting on the couch against the wall opposite to Max. And you? You couldn’t sit down. You should’ve gone with Nancy and Robin, but Steve had complained about always having to be the babysitter and convinced you that three was a crowd and to stick with him instead.

It was kind of embarrassing, how easy he could sway you. Steve had quickly become one of your best friends after he began working with you and Robin at Scoops Ahoy. That is, before the mall burned down. However, everything that happened was a very quick and strong bonding experience. Then the three of you migrated together to the video store and spent even more time together. Especially you and Steve. After your shifts or on your days off you were almost always hanging out together.

“Can you sit down?” Dustin’s voice broke through the silence and took you out of your head. “You’re making me dizzy.”

“Leave her alone, dude,” Steve muttered in your defense. “She’s scared.”

“I’m not scared,” you were quick to correct, finally stilling in order to face them. “I’m just… anxious.” It was true, you couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if Nancy and Robin came back with no answers and Max—who you’d become fond of—was left in danger.

Steve stood from the couch and made his way over to you. He put an arm over your shoulder and pulled you against him at an angle. You allowed yourself to curl into him as he provided you with a comforting embrace.

“When’s the last time you slept?” Steve asked as his other arm came around you, hugging you. His voice was soft but full of concern.

“I don’t remember,” you admitted. After everything that happened it was hard to calm down enough to even close your eyes for more than a few seconds. You felt like you couldn’t sleep until the mystery of Vecna was solved and he was stopped.

If your head wasn’t against Steve’s chest, you would’ve seen Lucas staring at you and Steve while Dustin rolled his eyes. Steve didn’t see at first either, but he sensed the sass radiating off of his young friend. He shot Dustin a glare that translated to ‘keep your mouth shut!’

See, Dustin knew about Steve’s feelings for you. Well, practically everyone who saw the way he interacted with you did, but Dustin was the only one he actually told. He would’ve told Robin but she had already figured it out and he made her swear to forget it. There was only one person who didn’t know how Steve felt about you; you.

Somehow, you were oblivious to it. Even Steve at times was surprised you hadn’t called him out on it. Between the longing stares and constant affection, the way his mood always lit up when you were around and how often he wanted to hang out, he figured he would’ve been caught by now. But you never seemed to notice how he was so much gentler and much more openly caring with you than anyone else.

“Just try to take it easy, okay? Please?” Steve asked softly. “You know I worry about you.”

You lifted your head and met his eyes with a soft smile. “Sometimes I think you worry about me too much,” you teased him lightly.

“Yeah, well, I can’t help it,” he replied with sincerity. A light smile tugged at his lips as he stared down at you. He couldn’t hide the absolute adoration in his eyes as he held your gaze, and it took everything he had to not lean down and kiss you.

The moment was ruined when Dustin decided he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “If you’re gonna kiss can you not do it in front of us please?” he asked sarcastically. Steve shot him a death glare and you blushed a little bit and stepped back from Steve.

“What the hell, man?” Steve couldn’t contain his annoyance at the younger teen. Looking at Steve you could see he was blushing a tad. You figured it was because Dustin had embarrassed him. It was one thing when you and Steve teased each other about your relationship but hearing it from someone else made it awkward.

You rolled your eyes and brushed off the comment. You thought there was no way it was anything more than a joke so you didn’t let it bother you. “I’m gonna go get a glass of water,” you announced, changing the subject.

“No, you stay here,” Steve decided, already walking to the stairs. “Sit down and relax for a sec. I’ll get it for you.” He gestured to the spot he’d been sitting that was now empty.

“Um, thanks!” You called after him as he ascended to the main house. You turned your attention to Lucas and Dustin, furrowing your brows at the weird expressions on their faces.

You didn’t move to the seat, unable to bring yourself to sit down. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked the boys.

“I wasn’t joking, you know. Before. He really does wanna kiss you.” Dustin told you matter of factly.

“What?” you questioned, his comment coming seemingly out of nowhere. You had no idea how long he’d been keeping Steve’s secret and Dustin just couldn’t not say anything now.

“He likes you. It’s, like, disgustingly obvious. I don’t know how you don’t notice,” he stated with plenty of sass in his voice. It was the tone he always used when he knew he was right—which was more often than any one of you wanted to admit.

“Yeah, he’s definitely into you,” Max chimed in, apparently having listened in to the whole interaction. You turned your head to her and saw no hint of sarcasm. “You seem like you like him too,” she added.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Dustin cut you off with more revealing information. “He’s too scared to tell you. He doesn’t want to ruin the friendship, whatever that means.”

“If you like him you should tell him,” Max intervened yet again. “He’d actually be a good boyfriend. He’s like, super romantic with you already. You just don’t notice.” The way she said it had an underlying argumentative tone.

That, of course, sparked Lucas to jump in. “And what? I wasn’t a good boyfriend?”

“You cared more about being popular so what do you think?” Max snarked back with her focus on Lucas.

You didn’t even have the focus to register what they had revealed to you before because the conversation devolved into children (okay, fine, teens) bicker amongst themselves.

“I do care about you!” Lucas defended, yelling slightly in exasperation.

“You did miss Hellfire Club,” Dustin muttered under his breath.

“And you missed my game!” Lucas then turned back to Max. “I do care about you, okay? Plus, Steve was popular in high school and now you’re his number one fan or whatever so how is that different?”

Max scoffed. “What does that have to do with anything?” she questioned. “Besides, I’m not his number one fan- Y/N is!”

“Guys—” you said, trying to get a word in.

“All I said was that they’d make a good couple because he obviously cares about her a lot.”

“Once again—” Lucas tried to argue back, but he got cut off just as you had been. This time, by Dustin.

He shot to his feet. “Hey! Quit it!” he yelled to Max and Lucas, causing them to fall quiet. They seemed startled and honestly you were too. All eyes were on Dustin as he firmly reminded, “this is about Y/N and Steve, not you two.” Dustin then looked at you. “Do you like Steve?” he pushed for an answer, causing you to feel flustered. You felt like a spotlight was on you.

This was not how you expected to admit you had feelings for Steve Harrington…

Then, to make everything even more… you didn’t know the word for it. Weird? It didn’t matter. Point was, Steve appeared all of the sudden and questioned, “I heard my name, what’s going on?”

Well, at least he hadn’t heard everything. “Um,” you didn’t know what to say.

“We told her you love her,” Dustin announced, causing both you and Steve to whip your heads towards him.

“What!?” You and Steve exclaimed in unison. You were both shocked, but in different ways.

“Why would you tell her that!?” Steve demanded an answer from Dustin.

Your eyes found Steve. “You love me?” you asked. He looked down at you, his cheeks flushed and his face still wearing an expression of surprise and confusion.

He swallowed, trying to regain his composure. “I thought he said he told you.”

“He didn’t say love,” you told him. You still couldn’t believe it as you said the words. Steve Harrington loved you… that was a lot to take in.

“Well, he does love you,” Dustin confirmed.

“Be quiet, Henderson!” Steve shouted in frustration at the boy.

“No, I’m tired of you staring at her and always talking about her but doing nothing about it!” Dustin argued, somehow sounding just as frustrated with Steve as Steve was with him.

“I thought you said you didn’t want them to kiss earlier,” Max quipped.

Dustin looked at her and she tilted her head, easing her brows. “They need to kiss and get it over with, just not in front of me,” Dustin clarified.

“Okay!” Steve shouted, holding his hands up, signaling for silence. Then he took a breath before letting out a deep sigh. “Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?” he addressed you calmly. This wasn’t how he wanted you to find out. Hell, he wasn’t planning on you finding out. But if he did tell you, it would’ve been… well, not like this. Now he had to explain himself and hope you didn’t reject him too harshly.

Given the situation with Max, you figured the both of you leaving the room wasn’t the safest and Steve agreed. You found yourselves sitting on the stairs next to one another. You were towards the middle, still in the eyeline of the other three but (hopefully) out of earshot if you talked quietly.

“Here,” Steve murmured, pushing the glass of water he had been holding into your hand. You dipped it, muttered thanks, then set it aside.

“So…” he started off. Steve wasn’t looking at you, but at his hands as he fiddled with his hands. “Henderson told you everything?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “It was a lot of information all at once,” you recalled through a small chuckle. The chaos that had ensued was admittedly funny in hindsight.

“And what do you think of that information?” he asked cautiously, finally looking up and meeting your eyes. Steve was so anxious and he was sure you could see it. Maybe he’d get some of your sympathy so you would let him down gently.

Instead, you surprised him. “I wish you had told me sooner,” you admitted. You had no excuse not to tell Steve everything now that you knew he felt the same. “I feel the same way.”

Steve’s brows raised slightly and a boyish smile crossed his face. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that,” he replied, a huge weight lifting off of his shoulder. His heart still raced but in a different way now.

“I guess I was better at hiding it than you,” you teased. “I mean, I didn’t know—but they did.” You gestured to the kids with a tilt of your head. “Seems like I need to pay better attention.”

You both laughed at that. “I should’ve just said something. I didn’t want to screw things up,” he confessed. Steve then chuckled to himself. “I can’t believe Henderson told you.”

“I guess he did us a favor, huh?” You suggested.

“You’re welcome!” Dustin called over to you. Great, so they had been eavesdropping. It was naive to believe they were actually minding their own business.

“Hey, Dustin?” Steve spoke up now that he knew he was listening. You threw a glance towards the boy and saw he was looking at you guys now.

“What?”

Steve smirked to himself before saying, “Close your eyes.”

Dustin furrowed his brows at that, not realizing the callback Steve was making until he leaned in to kiss you.

The kiss was sweet and full of love and god, his lips were so soft. You smiled against him briefly before returning the kiss with just as much passion.

“Oh, come on,” Dustin complained, likely averting his eyes.

“Leave them alone! This is a big moment,” Max defended you and Steve. You couldn’t help but laugh and the two of you pulled apart, both with smiles on your faces.

“I can’t believe the first time I got to kiss you was in front of,”—he gestured to the teens—“them."

"Me neither," you and Dustin replied at the same time.

#quin-ns writing #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #stranger things 4 #stranger things #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington/reader #steve harrington/you #dustin henderson #max mayfield #lucas sinclair

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A Match Made In Hell

Summary: Being Vice Captain of the Cheerleading Squad made Y/N’s life easy. Everyone knew who she was and adored her for it (I mean as far as she knew), but a certain boy made it a point to show her he was not one of those people and instead loathed her for it.

Warnings: None for this chapter. I was thinking about using the word bitch but I didn’t know if that would be going to far.

PART 2!

MIKE POV

Mike tried not to smile wider at the disdain clear on your face as he sat himself in the seat next to you.

Ms. May continued to announce partners for their class chemistry project and luck would have it, Mike was paired with you. Looks like pretty girls don’t always get what they want. “Guess you should have asked me to be your partner earlier.”

“Shut up.” You whispered, choosing to focus on your chemistry binder, flipping a little too harshly at the papers within. He felt something stir in him at the irritation in your voice, it was funny to see you with such an ugly expression compared to the bright smiles you showed everyone else.

Y/N POV

Ridiculous. Outrageous. Illogical. You could go on because this was just not right. Why did you have to be paired with the freak. You of all people. You never did anything wrong. You were a good egg.

And it irritated you that he was smirking, like this was funny in some way. You paused your aggressive note taking and sneaked a glance toward your partner. Your jaw clenched.

Still smirking. How was any of this funny? He wrote out his notes in a lazy manner, barely giving a glance to what the teacher wrote on the board. You huffed and returned your attention back to your notes for the rest of class.

Once the bell rang, you practically sprung out of your seat and marched up to Ms. May with your sweet smile. “Ms. May is there any way I could ask for a new partner?”

Your teacher raised her eyebrows in interest, “Oh? Is there something wrong with your current one?” You both glanced to your current partner, who was talking to Lucas as he packed away his notebook into his bag.

“Well, I was actually hoping to be paired with Lucas. I think we work better and understand each other’s school schedules since he’s on the basketball team and I’m on the cheearleading team, we could even work on the project while we’re practicing where as with um…”

“Michael.” Your teacher offered in your brief pause.

You let yourself blush as you smiled at her in appreciation, “Right. Where as with Michael he wouldn’t be allowed in our practices so that means wasted time that we could have had to work on the project.”

Ms. May nodded, “I understand Y/N, but my pairings are final and to be quite honest with you, your grades have been taking a dive down. While Micheal has maintained a steady A. With his guidance I’m sure he could even help you tutor for Chemistry while you both work on the project.”

You fought to keep your smile neutral. “Of course. Thank you for caring about my education.”

Ms. May smiled at you in surprise, “You’re welcome.”

Atrocious. Heinous. Nauseating. You continued to name this situation in your head with various adjectives, a frown on your lips as you exited the classroom.

“I’m assuming she said no to switching?”

You rolled your eyes at Michael. “Shut up.”

He followed you down the hall to your next class, “You always this friendly? Or do you reserve it just for me?”

“Listen,” you stop abruptly to spin around and face him, the stupid smirk still on his face as you glared at him. “I don’t want to talk to you more than I already have, but I want a good grade on this project.”

“I’m sure you need it.”

You shouldn’t have taken the bait, but your nerves were so high strung that you needed some relief, so yeah, why not yell at the boy who made it his mission to be the bane of your existence. “And what the hell is that suppose to mean?”

He shrugged, “I heard what Ms. May said about us being partners.”

Heat creeped up your neck and settled on your cheeks. “I don’t need your help, I’ve been doing fine on my own.”

Michael rolled his eyes, “Sure you have.”

“At least I have a life outside of school.”

“Doing what? Being a she-devil?”

The bell rang above the pair, who now notices the hallway cleared sometime ago. You groaned and pushed past Michael, “Great! Now you’ve made me late for class. Just stop talking to me.”

“Kinda hard to do that when we’re working on a project together.” He called after you but you just showed him the finger in response.

#mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x reader #lucas sinclair x you #lucas sinclair x y/n #lucas sinclair x reader #mike wheeler x you #stranger things season four #stranger things #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #x reader #x y/n

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Chapter Four: Two Can Keep A Secret

The Pariahs That Saved The World [masterlist]

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: mentions of death, tiny bit of gore/horror in the beginning (flashback), a little bit of angst

[A/N: omg almost a week late but it's here!! i'm so sorry for the delay, i've just come down from covid and iona (aka bestie) isn't actually to blame at all i just wanted to annoy her. okay enjoy!]

Two Can Keep A Secret

October 1982

“Hello?”

You call out into the darkness, seeing nothing but an endless void surrounding you. Dreams like this weren’t unusual to you, exploring the black nothingness before you wake up, alarm blaring. But it was different this time.

Because you felt someone watching you.

You’ve never felt so uneasy inside your own mind, squeezing your eyes shut. There was never a time you couldn’t escape your dreams, suddenly becoming aware of your consciousness and forcing yourself awake before the nightmare can really start. Except this time, you couldn’t escape. The longer it took, the harder it became to realise this was… just…….a……….dream…………

Something scurries behind you and you spin around, gasping into the thin air. Your eyes settle on the horizon, something red, shiny, beckoning you closer. Barely a second passed before it was right in front of your face; an intricate symbol on the stained glass frame. You had never seen it before.

You reach your hand out, fingers brushing against the doorknob, some kind of melody beating behind the door. It opened slowly with an echoing creak, a vision of a family standing around in the foyer, smiling. They were faceless, merely blurry projections of what your mind was assuming to be human. You’d never met them, never seen them before… why were you here?

And then a horrifying scream sliced through the silence like a cry of death.

The door behind you slams shut, making you jolt forward at the sudden noise. You try the doorknob again, but it’s locked now. Everything is quiet. Too quiet.

Shifting your body, your head cranes to glance over your shoulder and your stomach plummets to the ground, mouth feeling very dry. The family were no longer in a happy memory.

Blood was smeared across the floors, a man stood menacingly with a knife. He was humming a tune, striking every nerve in your body with the instinct to run. A woman and her children were on the floor, mouths moving in rhythm to the music but never awakening, like some kind of chant.

“Stars shining bright above you...” The man starts to sing with a low voice, his head slowly turning towards you. “Night breezes seem to whisper ‘I love you’….”

Everything about him felt warped from reality, some kind of veil on his human face flickering in and out to a horrific nightmare. There were claw marks all down his face, a hollow space where his eyes should be, blood dripping from his chin. And then an image of something burnt, red, winding. Both flickering in and out. In and out as he was slowly approaching you, some radio-like distortion warping into his own voice, a deep tone with a twisted malice.

“Birds singing in the sycamore tree….”

Your hands are now desperately twisting at the door, putting all of your strength into opening it. But no matter how hard you drove your body into it, the wooden barrier wouldn’t budge.

You pull your hand away from the door and glance over your shoulder, the murderer blankly staring at you. Then, some sort of ticking sound in front you brought you back, making your breath hitch.

The door was no longer there. Instead, a tall grandfather clock was speeding up through time, ticking viciously in front of you. The glass was cracked and spiders were starting to pour out of it. You stumble back, feeling the ghost of tears streaming down your face.

There’s an air of hot breath on your neck. With wide eyes, you slowly turn around to find the distorted image of the man barely an inch from your face. You tried to scream, but no sound left your mouth.

His voice was still low, leaning in and raising his knife.

“Dream a little dream... of me.”

The knife is plunged into your chest and-

And you wake up, sweating and panting, the constant image of death and macabre burnt into your subconscious.

It didn’t take long until curiosity took you over. The dream felt a little too real, too perfected to be some silly sensory experience your brain projected. You spent 10 hours in the library that day, cycling through newspaper articles, police reports, until finally you stumbled across something of substance.

VICTOR CREEL CLAIMS: ANCIENT DEMON KILLED FAMILY The Murder That Shocked A Small Community

The Creel House was a 20 minute bike ride from your grandparent’s house and so, thankful they were out for a meal, you decided to pay it a little visit.

You hadn’t expected it to be as big as it was considering all you had seen in your dream was the door and a foyer. Paint had chipped off over time, moss covering the flooring. The porch creaked under your weight and your breath hitches when you find the entrance to be completely boarded up.

What now? You mentally, sigh, looking at where the windows were also blocked by nailed down planks. You didn’t come all this way to turn back.

Determined, you hop down from the porch steps and follow the overgrown bushes to the right, squinting through the thick leaves for some kind of hidden entrance. The sky above you was a different hue of purple and orange, indicating the setting sun as the night slowly starts to creep in. You didn’t have much time before you were plunged into darkness.

As you approached the rear of the house, your eye catches something in the swarming ivy. You cover your hands with your jacket and gently start to bat them away, breath hitching. Another door.

On your first try, it appeared locked, making you sigh in frustration. Then, with a shove, it was only stuck with age and gave way almost instantly, making you stumble and cough into a cloud of dust.

Everything was covered in cobwebs, left exactly as it was when the house belonged to the Creel family. You found the foyer, relying on the restricted light from the windows to guide you around. You looked to the ground where the bodies had laid, eyes sweeping around the room to where you had stood in your dream, where the man had stood. You frown. Something was missing.

You weren’t sure why it was so important to you, but you searched the entire house for what felt like an hour. You explored the bedrooms, climbing the staircase begging there to be a reason why it wasn’t here.

Was the grandfather clock just in your imagination?

And then you spotted another staircase, leading further up the house. You vaguely remember the windows from the outside. Must be an attic, right?

Your suspicions were confirmed as you push against the worn door, floorboards groaning with every footstep you took. The air was colder here, prickling at your skin like a thousand tiny icicles. You look around, frowning. It still wasn’t here.

Something creaked from behind you and you spin around, relying on the last trickle of orange light from the sunset to observe your surroundings. No one was there. But that didn’t settle your nerves.

You felt like someone was watching you.

And you were right.

“Y/n.”

The voice felt like it was shaking the room, weaving into your brain like a horrific nightmare. You almost scream, heart pounding erratically as you start running out of that room, spilling curses from your lips. You never should have come here alone.

Your boots were almost slipping at your haste down the staircase, arm reaching out to grab the spindles and direct yourself back to the hidden door.

Never once did you look back, grabbing your bike and pedalling until your legs were sore. It was a stupid idea to have gone there in the first place, relying on what? A dream?

You never told anyone what you did, or what you heard. And the very next day, you handed in your assignment for extra credit to Mrs Click, forcing yourself to end your own torture and forget it ever even happened.

Present Day

You told Robin everything.

At least, you assume you did. You panicked so much about the possibility of ruining what potential friendship you could have that you must have blacked out during your explanation because the next thing you know, Robin’s hand is on your shoulder, thanking you for trusting her.

Her reaction was utterly mind-bending to you. Here you were, admitting you were a liar, and Robin wasn’t holding it against you, or making you feel any guiltier than you already do. In fact, her blue eyes were steadily on yours, flickering between your pupils in small but noticeable movements and making your stomach flutter whenever her lips-

“So, uh…” You clear your throat, feeling ashamed in yourself for even thinking it. This wasn’t you. You weren’t the type of girl to obsess over another person just because they showed you affection. “Are you… are you going to tell the others?”

Robin presses her lips together, eyes already travelling to where the others were arguing through the window of Bradley’s Big Buy behind the curb you sat on. None of you have really slept since last night, haunted by too many unanswered questions, knowing Vecna was directly below their feet. This morning, you were all up bright and early to collect some supplies for Eddie, and Robin’s heart hasn’t felt this low in a while.

She never had many friends. Truthfully, she blamed it on her personality. There was always a hint of sarcasm whenever she spoke, her jokes were either too dorky or too dark to be appreciate by her peers, and she loved to talk with the hope that if she keeps the conversation running long enough, they won’t notice how different she was.

Eddie Munson wasn’t a bad guy. In fact, Robin liked him. They’ve exchanged conversation over the course of the last few years in high school and never once has he made her feel like a freak. So, to know how helpless he is, she can’t help but feel for him. Because if people can jump to conclusions, pin an innocent man as a murderer… what hope did that give her?

Robin takes a deep breath, turning her head back to where you sit patiently, wide eyes begging for her answer. Are you going to tell the others? It was a simple yes or no. And most of the time, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut long enough to even warn the person she would be blurting copious amounts of secrets to, well, Steve for one.

Yet in the short time she’s known you, you’ve never given her any reason to not trust you. Not really. You had warned them of the danger and still come along to help them fight it. You had real reasons to be far away from here and yet you stayed. If anything, she thought you were the most trustworthy of them all. Because you were sacrificing so much more than just your spring break from college.

“Your secret is safe with me.” She smiles, revelling in the way relief pours from you in the form of a grin, suddenly reaching out and squeezing her hand just as the bell above the door sounds behind you.

“Am I interrupting?” Steve cocks a brow, juggling a paper bag on his hip, a smirk lifting the corner of his lips. Robin presses her tongue against her cheek, restraining her urge to literally bite him.

“It would be more surprising to find you were invited into a conversation.” You retaliate instead, and his smirk drops, rolling his eyes.

“Just… get in the car, losers.” He huffs, moving past you to the wagon and popping open the trunk, dropping the bag inside.

Robin’s heart yearns for your touch once more when your fingers slip from hers, following Max and settling beside her in the back, smiles gracing both of your features. Robin was never one for physical contact, unforgettable flashbacks to her parents ‘affection’ when she was a child; always strict, never kind. But with you…

She’s still stood by the curb watching the way you broke into easy conversation with the younger girl beside you when someone clears their throat. Her cheeks are already burning red when she turns around.

“You wanna… ride in the front with me?” Nancy offers, clearly ignoring her embarrassed flush. “I would ask Steve but he’d probably keep complaining about our mission without him.”

Nancy offers a smile, nudging her shoulder, and Robin feels surprised she even wants to spend time with her.

“Uh… yeah. Yeah, sure.”

They were about five minutes into the car ride before the calm wore off and everyone started arguing over Vecna. Nancy had turned on some music and told everyone to calm down and, much to her delight, everyone shut their mouths. Well, most did.

“I just think we aren’t taking that whole clock thing seriously, you know?” Steve mumbles through the chips he was currently crunching through. “He could have been a clockmaker?”

“Jesus, this again?” Dustin groans, inspecting the ingredients of a beer can and raising his eyebrows. “Wow, this definitely isn’t good for you.”

“Do you have to chew right in my ear?” You turn in your seat, glaring at Steve. He grabs another chip and places it in his mouth only to lean forward and bite down as hard as he can, grinning. “I hate you.”

“Feeling’s mutual.” He grins again and you turn back slowly in your seat, sporting a death glare that made Max laugh.

“Not to be a wimp, but can I maybe sit in the car for this visit?” Robin turns to Nancy after mentally battling with the idea of telling Eddie he was probably going to be in hiding for the rest of his life. “‘Cause this is gonna totally and royally suck.”

“It’ll be fine.” Nancy dismisses, trying to keep a cheerful tone.

“I just can’t stand to see those doe eyes of Eddie’s break again. I really, really can’t.” Robin says and you frown.

“At least he can drink himself into feeling better.” Steve suggests, still munching away.

“That’s what my mom does.” Max offers and you look between them, shaking your head.

“Okay, no, that’s not the silver lining we’re looking for.”

“Well, considering how messed up the poor guy looked last time we saw him, I’d say alcohol is probably the only silver lining he’s looking for.” Steve says and you scoff. “What, you saying you know him better than that? You weren’t even there.”

“Maybe I do.” You shrug and he twists his face.

“What does that-”

“Dude, you’re in a losing battle, they literally dated.” Dustin holds his hand out, saving his friend from putting his foot in his mouth.

Robin can’t help spinning around in her seat to face you, hiding her disappointment behind a curious smile.

“You… you dated Eddie?” She asks and you simply shrug again, looking at everyone.

“I didn’t realise none of you knew but, uh, yeah. Freshman year.” You explain, avoiding her eyes.

“Huh.” She settles back into her seat, feeling a horrific sense of dread pooling in her chest. You dated Eddie. Because you like boys. Like every girl in this town would.

“Freshman year?” Steve repeats, but you notice his eyes are on the back of Robin’s head, a look of concern woven into the crease between his brows.

“Yes, Steve. Can we talk about something else?” You shift uncomfortably, Max’s sympathetic smile consoling you in silence.

“What are we gonna tell him, though?” Lucas looks around, shaking his head. “We should at least know what we’re gonna say so we don’t end up confusing him even more like last time.”

“Why don’t we just give it a trial run?” Robin suggests, anything to keep her mind focused on not thinking about the heartbreak steadily creeping up on her. “Hey, Eddie. Uh, good news first this time, we got you some Dustin-approved junk food and that six-pack that you requested. Oh yeah, and we found Vecna. Only the bad news is that he’s in that other, darker, much scarier dimension that we told you about and the gate’s closed, so we have no way of getting to him, like he’s entirely shut off to us, so basically you’re screwed. And, no, I know, you were already screwed, but now you’re like, doubly, triply screwed.”

“Okay, wait, wait.” Lucas leans forward, frowning. “Maybe we don’t put it like that.”

“We’re one step closer to finding Vecna.” Nancy nods, taking a deep breath. “That’s what we say. That’s what’s important.”

“See, Robin? A positive spin can make all the difference.” Steve announces from the back.

“Uh-huh.” Robin rolls her eyes.

“That’s if he doesn’t mind those words coming from his ex.” Dustin mutters and she clicks her tongue.

“Oh shit.” Nancy suddenly says and you all turn to look forward, breaths hitching.

“Um… didn’t you say Eddie was hiding out here?” You ask, mouth feeling dry.

Police cars, news vans, and a hefty crowd were gathered in front of the lake house, swarming it with police tape. You all slide out of the car, following Nancy’s lead around the back of a van to hear what the chief had to say.

Luckily, they hadn’t caught him. But that luck was entirely overshadowed by the fact that someone else fell victim to Vecna last night, and now Eddie’s name and photo were shown for everyone to see.

The man-hunt had begun.

“Why would he go to Skull Rock?” Lucas ponders as you all follow Dustin and Steve ahead, tired legs taking you through the thick expanse of the woods.

“Isn’t that the high school make-out spot?” Robin asks before it feels bitter on her tongue. Did he used to take you there?

“It’s also where kids go to smoke weed.” You say, eyes focused on the ground in front of you.

“Huh.” She responds and Nancy glances between you both before changing the subject.

“Uh, so, Y/n?” You whip your head up, meeting Nancy’s eyes. “How’s college? Stanford, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s… good.” You shrug, smiling.

“You’re taking journalism?”

“Right.” You breathe, reminding yourself she wasn’t your enemy. In fact, Nancy was one of the kindest people you knew. You shouldn’t be holding a grudge over something that was never her fault. “I, um… I also decided to take a creative writing course, test the waters a bit.”

She smiles, eyes lighting up when you don’t dismiss her. “That sounds-”

“So why did you and Eddie break up?” Robin interjects and you suddenly breathe in too quickly, coughing on literal air.

“Robin.” Nancy gapes at her.

“What? I don’t want it to be any more awkward than it already is. His heart’s already breaking, I’m just- I’m looking out for the guy, that’s all.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, Eddie and I are still friends. It was a long time ago.” You add, your heart skipping faster.

“Right.” She says, blinking. “Good, I mean. Good that you’re still friends. Because it would be weird. Not that it’s weird you guys dated. Although, I never would have paired you guys together. Not that it doesn’t mean you wouldn’t go for a guy- like Eddie! Like Eddie... Because, uh, like, opposites attract more often than not, right? Unless you like heavy metal and D&D and-”

“What Robin is trying to say is that we’re glad we’re not dragging you to someone you don’t want to see.” Nancy offers and Robin exhales deeply, nodding.

“Yep, what, uh, what she said.”

You don’t say anything after that and Robin scrunches up her face, falling just behind you and Nancy to mouth her frustrated screams at herself. Why can’t she just keep her mouth shut? Does she have to ruin every little thing and alienate every single good thing in her life until-

Lucas and Max are staring at her, a rush of blood adding pink to the tip of her ears. She awkwardly smiles and hurries back up to where you and Nancy walk in silence, looking amused at the arguing boys ahead of you.

“Dude, I’m telling you, you’re taking us the wrong way.” Steve stresses, looking at Dustin like he was a madman for thinking otherwise.

“It’s north. I’m positive.” Dustin says, waving the paper in his hands. “I checked the map.”

“You do realise that Skull Rock, it’s like a super popular make-out spot?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t popular until I made it popular.” Steve boasts, raising his brows. “Alright? I practically invented it.”

“I thought Dan Shelter made it popular?” You quip, already visualising the scowl on his face before he even turned around to aim it at you. “Right, okay, sorry.”

“An apology, wow.” He remarks, laughing. “The world really is upside down today.”

“Ha.” You roll your eyes, putting a hand on Dustin’s shoulder as you approach them. “But Steve’s right, we’re heading the wrong way.”

Robin frowns. So you have been there before. Her chest feels like it’s squeezing the life out of her and she takes a deep breath. She should have just stuck to small crushes like Vickie. At least then she wouldn’t have to deal with her aching heart until Friday night band practices.

“Finally something we can agree on.” Steve smirks at Dustin, breaking off the path much to Dustin’s objections.

A little further into the woods, Robin looks back to see Lucas and Max in deep conversation, somewhat happy but sad at the same time to see them so close. She jumps down from a tree root and groans.

“Oh my God, they’re so adorable, I just wanna squeeze ‘em, you know?” Robin says, making you and Nancy chuckle.

“Y/n?”

You all turn to see Max stood behind you, Lucas giving a shy smile before jogging ahead to find Dustin. Looking to the girls, you give them a small salute before slowly your footsteps to stand beside Max.

Robin can’t help but smile as you go, realising there and then, she was (for the first time in her life) in the need for girl talk. And Nancy was right there, ready to go. But she couldn’t just outright say it, right? She would need some way to talk about a relationship without talking about her relationship.

“If I’m permitted to see a silver lining in any of this end-of-the-world doom and gloom, it would be the rekindling of old flames that frankly never should’ve been snuffed out.” She points a smirk at Nancy who returns her implication with wide eyes. Robin’s face drops. “I didn’t mean that as a hint or anything.”

“Right.” Nancy turns her head and Robin thins her lips. Her first girl talk and she’s ruined it in the first 5 seconds.

“But if I did mean it as a hint, would that be so terrible?” She tries, suddenly a lot more interested in someone else’s relationship problems. “For me to wish for happiness for my friends?”

Nancy scoffs. “You think I’m not happy?”

“I… I’m sure you are. It’s just, the other day in the library, I mentioned Jonathan and you sort of flinched, or winced, or something like-”

“I didn’t flinch or... wince.” She defends herself, not well enough for it to escape Robin’s radar however. “Jonathan and I are fine.”

“Got it.”

“We’re good.”

“Right.”

Nancy stares at her for a little bit before a hint of conflict rushes over her face and Robin knows she’s finally hit ‘girl talk’.

“It’s just…” She starts, hugging the bag of groceries like a safety blanket. “He was supposed to be here for the break, and then he backed out at the last minute for some vague, mumbly Jonathan reason. And, to be honest, I’m not that surprised because I’ve been feeling him pulling away lately and- and I don’t know if it’s because we’re 2000 miles away or if he met someone new or what. And now I can’t find out why because apparently he’s blown up his family’s house phone or something. So, yeah, if… if the mention of his name caused a slight muscle spasm on my face, that’s… probably why.”

Robin offers a sympathetic smile. “Seems like a perfectly reasonable reason to flinch, wince, or something.”

“You said, the happiness of your friends.” Nancy recalls, smiling. “So… does that make us friends? As in, officially?”

“Uh, yeah.” Robin blinks. “I… I mean, right?”

“Right.” She chuckles, shaking her head. “Well, since we’re friends, is there anyone in… your life, that makes you happy?”

“Oh, uh…” Robin clears her throat, a breathy laugh showing her nerves. “Not really, no. No.”

“Really?” Nancy smiles in disbelief, “No one at all?”

Robin must have hesitated a second too long because Nancy is already tightening her lips, eyes light.

“Oh my- tell me.” She giggles and Robin can’t help but laugh, feeling somewhat bubbly inside at what could be her only female friend. “Please, I want to be obsessed with someone else’s love life for once.”

“Um, well, I don’t know what there is to say.” Robin blinks, unsure of how this could go.

“Just… tell me about him.”

Nancy smiles so innocently and it physically breaks Robin’s heart, cutting into a scarred wound only people like her ever could. Him. If only it were that simple.

“Well, uh, they- he, he…” Robin tries searching for the words, realising it was much harder to pretend she was crushing over a guy than it was to convince a director of an asylum that she was a prodigy in psychology. So, she spoke the truth as vaguely as she could. “He’s kind of new- in my life, I mean. I think I’ve seen him around school before but we never really crossed paths and that was fine because, well, I didn’t know what I was missing out on, you know? But, um, recently, I mean recently we got to spend a lot of time together, sometimes alone, and it- it… god, how do I put it?”

“It made you feel happier than you have in a long time?” She offers and Robin nods, scrunching her brows.

“Yeah.” She breathes, shaking her head. “I mean, it’s literally just… it’s weird, like, I haven’t even known him that long and yet I can’t stop thinking about him all the time until I’m literally sick of myself for not getting over it because we can’t work, it wouldn’t work, but also we could? Everything is mostly just a battle with myself because I can’t talk to Steve about him, like, what advice would he even offer me? Gel up my hair and say cheesy pick-up lines? No thank you. And I know I could probably just cut my losses and realise he probably doesn’t even like me back, but I can’t help just wanting him to be there like all the time, like on a- a personal level, so to speak. I wanna get to know him more, learn more about him but every time I try to I’m just babbling like a lunatic. I…”

She takes another deep breath, relaxing her shoulders. “It’s just a stupid little crush though, right? It’ll go away?”

She looks at Nancy like the girl will hold all the answers to the universe. There was a sly smirk on her face.

“Sounds like more than just a crush.” She says and Robin frowns.

“Wha- what? No, no it’s gonna… it’s just a crush.”

“A crush is like… like getting a little giddy when they come by but forgetting about them in moments that don’t have them in it.” Nancy tries to explain, tilting her head in thought. “But… but then there’s something more. Like... no matter how hard you try, you’re constantly thinking about them, about what it would be like to be with them. And then you’re noticing the little things about them, their likes or dislikes, if they smile with their teeth or have dimples. Mostly how they act around you and how scared but excited you feel when they’re sitting closer. And all this happens while your heart feels… sick, maybe.”

Robin is slowly nodding along, checking off all of her symptoms in a mental checklist.

“And when they’re not around you, you’re just waiting and waiting until you can see them again.” She smiles to herself and Robin bites her lip.

“Is that how you felt with Jonathan?”

“Yeah.” She says, adjusting the bag in her hands. “Before we started dating, I was feeling all of those things. And then…”

“And then?” Robin prompts, raising her eyebrows.

Nancy turns toward her with a knowing smile. “And then I figured out I was falling in love.”

Robin’s breath hitches in her throat, almost stumbling over another intruding tree root in the dirt. Nancy giggles a little, finding the humour in the situation. But Robin didn’t feel that. No, she felt sick. She’s crushed on girls in the past, loads of times even. So, when you came along being so nice and sweet and pretty, it was inevitable that she’d be turning a light shade of red whenever you batted your eyelashes at her, just like any other girl has. But she was wrong. Dear God, was she wrong. She didn’t have a crush on you.

She was falling in love with you.

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peterbarnes · 2 years

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Family

Summary: Vecna curses you as the party makes their way out of the Upside own. And, in the midst of the chaos, you learn more about why you keep choosing to fight on. Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

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Cold. The feeling slowly crept over your body, freezing you inch by inch. Your breathing started to stack, and through the icy haze, you began to hyperventilate. Your lungs burned as your chest felt overcome with a stinging panic. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t breathe, you could barely think.

And then suddenly it all stopped.

And there you stood, in the middle of your living room, as if you hadn’t just been on the brink of death. A relieved sigh left your lips desperately as you took in the sight of your tan, wooden walls and velvet couch. You were home, you were safe.

“Dustin?” You called, turning toward the stairs.

You called him again when you didn’t hear his voice call back to you. Still no response. A spark of anxiety startled your chest.

“Dustin?” You called again, voice wavering as you began to climb the stairs.

With each step, the wood beneath you creaked, humming an eerie song. Each hallway light flickered as you walked past it and towards Dustin’s room. When you finally reached it, you shoved the door open, flinching as it banged into the adjacent wall.

“Dustin?” You called one final time, scanning the mess that was his room.

Then your eyes landed on the bed.

Wait, Dustin doesn’t have red sheets?

You took the sheets in your hand, running your fingers over them. You pulled your hand back once you felt the liquid dripping from them.

“What the hell?” You whispered to yourself. But when you looked down at your hand to see what it could be, you didn’t expect to see your skin stained a dark red.

Your feet staggered back until your back hit the wall and your breath hitched as your nose finally registered the smell of copper. Then came the hyperventilation, stealing the oxygen from your lungs until you couldn’t hold your body weight up any longer. Your knees buckled as you crashed to the floor, gasping for breath. You tried to push yourself up but your arms shook with fatigue. You raised your head as much as you could, but when you saw what lay under the bed, the cold feeling from before returned. You didn’t even register the blood-curdling scream you released until your ears started to ring.

Under the bed, with their arms sticking out at an inhuman angle, were your brother and your boyfriend. Both of their eyes were light and glazed over, with blood dripping onto the carpet from every possible orifice, and Dustin’s hat lay abandoned next to his head. But what scared you the most was the way Steve’s lips were parted open as if he had died in the middle of a sentence, calling out for you, for your help. And you weren’t there. You couldn’t save him. Your failure had killed the two people you loved the most.

Violent tears streamed down your cheeks as you crawled your way toward your fallen brother. You felt your body giving out on you, but you kept going. You reached further and further until your hand locked with your brothers.

“Stop fighting, [Y/N].”

“Stop fighting- you never win.”

“You’re pathetic.”

“Useless.”

“You ruin everything around you.”

“Dad? Gone. Mother? Absent. Brother? Dead. Boyfriend? Dead. They’re dead!”

“Because of you!”

“No, no,” you sobbed, grasping onto your brother for dear life. “Make it stop, please. Make it stop. Make it STOP!”

Your eyes snapped open and oxygen finally found your lungs. You gasped loudly as you shot up from the mattress you laid on in Eddie’s trailer. You screamed when you felt arms wrapping around you, pulling you into whoever was touching you.

“Hey, hey! It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re safe, baby, we’re okay.”

The world around you stopped buzzing and came into view. You saw soft brown hair, chocolate eyes, blue denim. But you also saw a cap, a green shirt, curly hair.

“Oh my god,” you breathed out. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

You tackled your brother, pushing him to the floor, and squeezing him as tight as you could. He shrieked at the unexpected movement and tried to wiggle his way from your grasp.

“What are you doing, you psycho?!” He yelled at you.

You pulled your head up, taking in the sight of your baby brother as tears slipped from your eyes.

“Hugging you, dingus.”

An arm circled your waist, pulling you up from the harsh ground you lay on.

“Can I get one?”

Tears stung your eyes as your boyfriend stood in front of you. He was burned and bruised and scratched but still managed to be breathtakingly beautiful. You rushed into his arms and buried your face in his chest.

He pressed soft kisses to your forehead but held you tight, as if nothing in the world could hurt you as long as you were in his arms. And that’s when the sobs started.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Steve soothed. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Y-You and D-Dustin,” you whimpered into the skin between his denim jacket. “Dead. My fault. It was all my fault.”

Dustin and Steve locked worried eyes before Dustin rushed into your hug. You pulled your boys closer as you cried, thanking whatever God out there that they were here, alive.

“We’re here,” Dustin croaked, resting his head against yours.

“And we’re not going anywhere, okay?” Steve added as if choking back tears. “We’re a family. Family sticks together.”

You nodded, wiping your nose on Dustin’s shirt.

“C’mon, I’m trying to have a nice moment here, that’s gross.”

The three of you broke out into laughter, clutching your sides at fucking crazy this whole situation was. Yet, warmth filled your heart nonetheless.

Vecna had tried to kill you by lifting you off the ground, but your family, they grounded you. In more ways than one.

The rest of the party watched on as the three of you embraced. Soft smiles tickled their faces- even Erica’s.

“Okay, while this is truly touching, can we go save the world now?” She quipped, the smile never leaving her face. Eddie fist-pumped the air in agreement.

The three of you pulled out of the hug but didn’t leave each other’s side. Steve’s arm lingered around your shoulders.

“Will you kill me if I curse?” Dustin asked you, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Nah, go for it, kid.”

“Then, to answer your question, Erica. Fuck yea!”

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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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Hii could u do a headcanon of steve with a sincair reader? :)

Dating Steve Harrington and Being a Sinclair

summary: what it’s like to date steve and be a sinclair kid !!

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader (sinclair!reader)

warnings: swearing

note: sorry this took so long !! i hope you love it :) tagging @racyreverie because they also requested this !!

Steve is absolutely enamored by you the moment he sees you !!

You’re just so gorgeous and you have the prettiest smile and the cutest eyes and he’s positive he’s in love

You would always bring your little sister, Erica, into Scoops Ahoy for ice cream

Steve would always insist on being the one to take your order. Robin always teases him the moment you and Erica walk in the door.

He starts stuttering and stumbling and he basically makes a complete fool out of himself. He’s definitely not the “King Steve” you remember from high school.

You heard about Steve pretty frequently from your brother, Lucas, and his friends, who basically worshipped Steve.

Eventually, Steve works up his courage and (with a little push from Robin) asks you out.

He shows up at your door with flowers, ready to take you on the best date of your life.

Then, Erica opens the door.

You could hear her interrogation of Steve from your room. By the time you make it to the door to greet Steve, he’s flustered and looks like he ran a mile.

Despite his nerves (and many threats from your little sister), he manages to take you on a very cute date. He sets up a cute little picnic at the park for you (with Dustin’s help of course).

Lucas is a little weirded out by your relationship with Steve. He’s not the closest with Steve and he finds it pretty awkward.

Sometimes, when Lucas gets up to get a glass of water, he’ll catch Steve sneaking out of your room well past midnight. It’s definitely awkward.

He eventually warms up to it, though.

Erica, on the other hand, makes it very clear to Steve that if he ever hurts you, he’ll face her wrath.

He does eventually win her over when he offers her free ice cream whenever she wants. Her and her friends take full advantage of it.

Your parents love Steve !! He’s polite and he’s courteous and he’s just the sweetest guy ever.

Steve is very good with parents so I feel like everyone’s parents would just love him !!

Steve is invited to family dinner at least once a week. He’s very thankful that your family likes him.

Dustin gives Lucas so much shit about your relationship with Steve.

Steve loves you and your family so much !! It’s a major bonus that your family loves him just as much as you do :)

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zaynmirrors · 10 months

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A/N:

Hello all! New fanfic here. Let me know if you want to start a tag list. If you guys have any ideas for chapters, anything! I take requests, it just takes me a minute to upload them. Let me know what you think!

Tw: eventual smut, abuse (not from current characters), mom!reader, youngmom!reader, children, others I haven’t thought of yet.

Pairing: Eddie Munson & Mom!Reader.

Dustin Hendersons older sister

FIGURE YOU OUT:

Chapter 1

When Dustin had invited his friends over he didn’t anticipate his sister and niece falling asleep on the couch before they were supposed to arrive.

His original plan had been to have a movie marathon but now he was unsure if they’d both be able to sleep through the noise. He’d known you were up practically all night, he’d heard the frustrated groans and heavy feet even from his room at the top of the stairs.

Normally his well behaved niece would sleep through the night and barely even fuss but the poor two year old was battling an ear infection. “Dude do you think we’ll wake them up if we just watch the movies?” Mike asked hushed as he looked over at the back of the older woman.

“Look I don't want to wake either of them” Dustin sighs quietly, “Y/N was up all night” Lucas made a sympathetic face, and glanced over at the subtle movement of Dustin’s sister.

When y/n graduated highschool, she had run away with her lover leaving their mom distraught. Y/N returned almost a year later, heavily pregnant, crying about how her supposed highschool sweetheart had left her.

Y/N didn’t really like to talk about it in detail, Dustin understood that there was more to it but never pushed. He was happy his older sibling was back, and enjoyed being an uncle.

The loud banging on the door startled the boys, all eyes looking to y/n. The banging continued, causing Dustin to scramble up and jerk the door open. “Dude” he hissed looking up to the curly headed senior.

The smile on Eddie’s face faltered, confused at the not so friendly greeting, “that’s no way to greet a guest Henderson” even his normal speaking voice was boisterous.

“My sister’s asleep on the couch” Dustin spoke quietly causing Eddie to try and peek around the foyer to see for himself. He gave an apologetic smile and pushed past the younger boy.

“What’s the plan, boys?” Eddie asked, trying to be quiet. They all shrugged, unsure what would be quiet enough to not wake the two fast asleep on the couch.

Dustin spoke “y/ns usually a deep sleeper” shrugs and continues, “we can just try going ahead with the movie marathon” The rest of them nodded in agreement, Dustin went to the kitchen and began gathering snacks, the others followed in order to help.

Y/n jolted awake, unaware of the group of teens in the kitchen, or the repeat senior who was supervising them. She looked down making sure the small child wrapped in her arms was still asleep.

She took the opportunity to unwrap from the child and stand, stretching. Y/n took the blanket off the back of the couch covering the toddler with it. The quiet chattering of the teens had reminded her of Dustin’s plan. She felt awful as well as embarrassed.

Y/n made her way to the kitchen and leaned against the frame, “if I ordered pizza would you boys eat any?” This caught the kids off guard causing them to jump, y/n chuckled not aware of the taller man on the other side of the room.

They talked amongst themselves and then nodded in agreement that pizza would be good. “I’ll go order, Dustin can you-“ she didn’t even need to finish her question before he nodded understanding to keep an eye on the toddler.

Y/n called the local pizza place putting in a decent sized order. Treating the teens was the least she could do, especially as she’d realized they had tried to be quiet and still were.

She took the opportunity to freshen up, which just consisted of fixing the loose ponytail and brushing the sleep smell off her breath. Y/n wanted nothing more than to curl into the bed and go back to sleep, but that wouldn’t be fair to either Dustin or her child.

The outfit that was currently being worn was fine, she was going for comfort rather than impression. When y/n came back out and glanced over at the couch her child slept on, tucked into the corner of it was a tall curly headed man.

Dustin had mentioned Eddie before, however, the thought of him being what looked to be almost her age never crossed her mind. He looked at her child as if she was a bomb waiting to go off. Normally she wasn’t much of a worry, but there was no telling today.

“Here let me-” Y/n started and bent down to pick up her child to give Eddie more room, as he was frantically telling her it was okay. Jovie was picked up carefully and carried to the room she shared with her mother.

Mike smirked and looked at Eddie, “Scared of a baby Munson?” Eddie went to say something but stopped when y/n walked back into the room and spoke, “What’re we watching?”

Dustin had no qualms against his sister joining, she was into just about the same things he was. “I think we’re going to watch a bunch of horror movies” he looked to the rest of the group to make sure they were in agreement.

“Oh! In that case-” she held up a hand, hurrying off to her room again, this time returning with a stack of movies. “Steve dropped these off” Dustin carefully took the stack and looked through it, passing the tapes to each of the boys to get approval.

“Half of these are new releases” Mike states, in shock. Y/n shrugged unsure of what to say, though she knew the gesture was more than just friendly from her babysitter. She wouldn’t entertain the idea.

“You guys cool with these movies then?” Dustin asked and each of them voiced an agreement. He made quick work to start up the first movie, while y/n paced waiting for the pizza afraid that the doorbell would wake up her child.

Eddie made his way to the foyer once the smell of melted cheese wafted into the living room. “Need help?” he asked lowly, y/n gasped not expecting the voice behind her. “Sorry,” he apologized.

Y/N shook her head, “No, you’re fine.” Said nothing else handing over two boxes of pizza. He made his way back to the living room strumming up excitement with the food. Y/n follow behind him shortly after, as she went to set her two boxes down an all too familiar cry erupted. “Fuck, I’m sorry boys” everyone but Eddie mumbled out a dismissal, not caring about the one small cry.

She went to go check on the ill child, Jovie stood in her crib, face crumpled in a grumpy expression. “What is it grumpy butt” y/n asked as she picked up the disheveled child. “Hungry?” Jovie nodded, placing a small hand over her left ear. “I know, time for medicine.” Jovie fussed, y/n bounced her trying to soothe the child “Hey, Uncle Mike and Lucas are here” This seemed to perk the child up.

Y/n smiled as she made her way back to the living room, “My and Lu!” Jovie shouted grabbing everyone’s attention. Making grabby hands at the two boys sitting next to one another.

“Hi Jo” Mike said just as excited, albeit fake enthusiasm. Mike also knew y/n disliked- no hated her child being called Jo. So this was his way of annoying her like any “normal” sibling would.

Jovie’s feet made contact with the floor and went to the two boys, dustin looked over them catching y/ns attention “want me to wait?” He’d been asking about the movie, she shook her head not wanting to throw more of a damper on their movie night even more than she already thought she had.

Dustin went ahead and started the tape while y/n grabbed the medicines from the kitchen. “Come in booger butt” she said sitting on the floor in front of the couch that still held an enamored Eddie.

Eddie watched as y/n expertly spooned each fruity smelling liquid into the toddlers mouth, then rewarding with small cut up bits of pizza. As if they still wouldn’t taste like the gross fruit flavored medication. As much as Eddie wanted to watch the movie, he’d be completely fine watching her all night.

Y/N barely made it through the first movie, Eddie noted when he had glanced from the screen to her. The child however was wide awake, being entertained by Dustin at least at the moment.

In between movies Dustin laid a blanket around his older sibling careful not to wake her, especially as he places a couch pillow behind her neck. It was clear to Eddie, Dustin cared deeply for his sister almost more than some siblings would. Eddie may have thought her ex or baby daddy or whatever, was just a piece of shit and left her to raise the baby on her own. Which is why Dustin cared so much.

Two more movies down and everyone decided to pause for a bathroom break. Eddie was the first back to his seat, noticing the toddler sitting in the middle of the couch as if waiting for him to return, “heydoh” she said clearly trying to say hello.

“Hi” he said, unsure what was happening. Then looked around for Dustin, “I’m Eddie” he continued holding out his giant ring clad hand.

Jovie examined his hand and took her tiny one wrapping it around his pointer finger. He’d almost melted at the gesture, never having an interaction like this before.

She tried to say something but whined placing a hand over her left ear. Eddie looked down to y/n to see if the sound had woken her up but she might as well have been dead.

“Your ear hurt?” Jovie nodded in reply to his question. He glanced around the room trying to find the medicine or grab Dustin’s attention.

Dustin who had overheard was already preparing the medications came over and handed the small measuring cup, “how do I-“ Eddie went to ask but was ignored, he swallowed down the anxiety.

Jovie instinctively opened her mouth ajar, Eddie carefully placed the rim of the cup against her lips and tipped it back. She coughed causing Eddie to curse “oh shit”

“She’s fine” Dustin stated, “she’s dramatic, aren’t you Jovie” she giggled like she knew exactly what he was saying to her. “Thanks for doing that”

Eddie mumbles a no problem as the child crawls in his lap. His arms fly up into the air unsure of where to put them. Jovie made herself comfortable in his lap, uncaring of who he was and focused on the movie. One that he wasn’t sure she should even be watching but if Dustin wasn’t concerned; He wasn’t going to be either.

Hours went on, the Hendersons’ mom had come home to a living room full of sleeping teens and her grandchild. She let them be and went on to bed herself, y/n awake, panicked as she was unable to find her daughter. She stood looking around only to find her tucked away in Eddie Munsons arms as he laid flat across the couch. She smiled softly at the sight contemplating on pulling her from his arms.

Y/n had no intention of waking him up but she’d feel safer if her daughter was asleep in her crib. As she tried to gently take Jovie from his arms, they tightened around her slightly and y/n decided to not worry about it. Her brother wouldn’t be friends with some weirdo, right? She made sure to place a blanket over the both of them, once she was satisfied that Jovie wasn’t going to roll off the couch she made her way back to her bedroom, changed her clothes and crawled back into bed.

Chapter 2

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