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OKAY OKAY YOU DONT HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS AT ALL BUT YOU SHOULD WRITE LIKE A STEVE ONESHOT THING WHERE HES DATING (Y/N OR OC IM NOT PICKY) BUT HES STILL PINING FOR NANCY AND LIKE STILL IN LOVE WITH HER SO HIS S/O BREAKS UP WITH HIM BC SHES TIRED OF BEING LIKE "A BACKUP OPTION" AND ALWAYS SECOND CHOICE TO NANCY AND ITS LIKE SUPER ANGSTY AND BASICALLY IT TAKES BEING WITHOUT THEM FOR STEVE TO REALIZE HOW MUCH HE LOVED THEM AND THEN THERES LIKE A LOVE CONFESSION. (THAT WAS A CRAZY RUN-ON SENTENCE OMG)

YOU CAN IGNORE THIS IF YOU DONT LIKE THE IDEA THO <3

Second Best — Steve Harrington

summary — nancy wheeler, the one who got away. she’d always be his first love and you’d always be second best so what was the point of pretending he could love you even just a little?

warning/tags — fem!reader, she/her pronouns, angst, steve being dumb, swearing, bits of stancy, arguing, fluff, the gang scheming

note — thank you so much for requesting! I absolutely adore this idea and loved writing it so so much, I hope I did it justice even if I did slightly go off the prompt. you’re an incredible writer, one of my favourites on wp, and I can’t wait to read your works on here too. I love you tons! thank you again and I hope you like it <3 also, credits to soph for steve’s middle name, ilysm!

word count — 2.5k words

This was the third time in the space of a couple of minutes that you’ve caught Steve staring at Nancy from where he sat on the couch, to say you were sick of it would be an understatement.

It had been movie night with the whole group which had truthfully been long overdue and very much needed but surprisingly difficult to plan with everyone’s hectic schedules. But here you all were, finally relaxing for the first time in months in Steve’s spacious living room among a bundle of cushions, in what should’ve resembled a fort built by the boys. The second movie of the night was playing on the projector that Robin and Max had set up and an abundance of snacks and sugary drinks had been brought beforehand to account for everyone’s tastebuds. With the way things were going, however, it seemed like staying over at Steve’s after the night was over was simply out of the question.

Dustin sent you a sad look from his position on the floor smothered by multiple duvets. It would have been funny if it hadn’t been for the situation. The room seemed to cool another ten degrees when Steve unwrapped his arm from around your shoulders mid-scene, shifting away from you slightly. You were both oceans apart and yet he didn’t even seem to notice the space between you. And this wasn’t the first time it had happened either.

The credits rolled in and Nancy offered to grab more snacks while the kids decided on the next movie. Steve practically jumped at the chance to follow her to the kitchen, or maybe you were just overreacting like usual. It didn’t matter anyway, the fact was that he was with her, not you and the way he looked at her told you everything that had been left unsaid.

You quietly got up from your place on the couch, surrounded by colourful blankets and softly padded around the room, picking up your car keys from where you’d left them and moving to the hallway to put on your coat and shoes. El moved to stop you but Eddie gently placed a hand on her shoulder, letting you go with a sad nod. You couldn’t stay, they knew that, but still, some part of you wishes they would’ve asked. You might have not been there from the beginning but they loved you all the same, if not even more and vice versa. You were the missing piece in their family and for them, you’d do anything even if it meant watching Steve pin for his ex girlfriend.

You’d almost made it to your car before Steve appeared at the door, the expression on his face a mix of everything and seemingly nothing you were looking for all at once. “Where are you going, the movie’s about to start. Mike’s picked out some cheesy horror movie which I know you love to watch and Nance has opened up the last pack of those giggles cookies you love with the weird faces on them-” You hated horror movies, regardless of if they were cheesy and predictable or not, and those giggle cookies with fudge and vanilla cream in them- god you hate them too. You’d eat fudge by itself but for some reason when it’s added to something else it just doesn’t taste right to you.

“Steve.. I’m not feeling great, I’m gonna head home a little early.” You knew he didn’t believe you. You never could lie to him, and his judging eyes told you enough. Not to mention you called him Steve, you never call him Steve, but he didn’t notice.

“You seemed fine a while ago to me. What’s wrong, maybe you can lay down in the spare room?” There he goes treating you like you’re one of the kids and not his girlfriend but that’s not what irks you the most, it’s the fact that mentions the spare room. Not his room, the spare. “Nance can give you one of her green teas, they’re magical I swear, you’ll feel better in an instant. Actually, let me ask her now.” He walked away towards the door, completely disregarding anything you’d said, acting for a moment that he was even paying attention to you tonight bringing up Nancy again and suddenly, you’re done.

“No!” Steve pauses mid stride, hand on the half opened door, slowly turning around shocked by the volume and the panic in your voice, “I’m done Steve, I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Wh-what?!”

“You’re in love with Nancy.”

“I’m what-?!”

“Ha, see you can’t even deny it.”

“Because there’s nothing to deny!” His voice raises even further. He’s never raised his voice at you. He knows how much you hate it and it reminds him of his father so he never did; guess there was a first time for everything.

“Don’t. You don’t love me, you never have. You don’t even know my favourite movie genre or my favourite snack-”

“Yes I do, I just told you!”

“Those are Nancy’s fucking favourites! See you’re pinning after her with those love sick eyes of yours and you don’t even know it.”

“What so not knowing your favourite movie genre or snack is a crime now?! So I’m expected to know everything about my girlfriend?” This elicits a rather loud scoff from you causing Steve to clench his fists in frustration and anger. “We’ve been dating for almost a year so yes, I do expect you to at least know those two things.”

Steve starts again but you cut him off fearing that if you don’t get it out now then you’ll go back to apologising to him the next day and burying it even deeper within you. “It’s her, it’s always been her. I don’t know why I even bothered but I thought you were over her, I truly did. But every time she walks into a room your eyes brighten and they don’t leave her for a single fucking second. You bring her up into every single conversation as if her ghost wasn’t already haunting our relationship and I feel like I’m always being compared to her in everything that I do. Stevie I love you, I truly do but I’m sick of feeling like I’m second place.”

Silence. He doesn’t say anything for what feels like forever. You wished he’d say something, anything, do something to prove you wrong, to tell you it was all in your head or that he’d change, that things would get better. A flash of emotion appears on his face before he puts back on his ‘King Steve’ mask. He never used that with you.

“Okay.” That’s all he says before turning back towards the door and leaving you standing out there in the cold.

That was months ago and here you were with the gang calling you from a pay phone on a Sunday. It seemed like your plans of crying your eyes out to another sappy romance movie that reminded you of your relationship with Steve had been ruined. “Heyyy Y/Nnnn”, came a sheepish voice from the other end of the phone call.

You knew they could feel your eye roll from there, “What do you guys need?”

“What, can’t we call our favourite adult and tell her that we miss her?!”

“Ignoring the fact that this is the first time you’ve called me in months, no Dustin, you can’t call without wanting something first. And favourite?! Ha, nice one. What do you want?”

“Can you please pick us up from the skatepark?” At least he had the common sense to give the phone to Max when the gang wanted something, they all knew she was your soft spot. Then for the millionth time that day, like every other day, your mind went straight to Steve. Where was he? Shouldn’t he be picking up the kids? Why would he just leave them there? They could’ve called anyone else, so why you? And then as if she knew the thoughts running through your head she added, “we didn’t want to bother Eddie and Steve was meant to pick us at two but we got bored and felt bad for asking him to pick us up earlier when he was already in a bad mood this morning and-”

“It’s okay sweetheart, hang tight and I’ll be there in ten. Don’t go anywhere and stick together okay?”

“Yes mum.” And Dustin was back.

He hung up the phone and you went to get changed as quick as you could, sliding along the wooden floor in your socks. If Steve was here now, he’d be laughing his beautiful laugh, teasing you before acting out the scene from ‘Risky Business’, maybe even twirling you around the living room. Shaking your head to prevent more tears from falling, you grabbed your coat and car keys and made your way out the door.

There was a catch. Of course there had to be a catch. Why didn’t you think about this before?!You’d successfully picked up the kids and they’d all piled into your car with their gear when Dustin remembered he’d left something important at Steve’s and needed to pick it up. So here you were driving to your ex boyfriend’s house cursing wildly in your head. It would be fine. You were only going to stay in the car. You wouldn’t even have to see him… right?

Wrong. Fate, aka the kids, had different plans.

Pulling into the driveway, the first thing you noticed was the fairy lights stung around the house. It was still light out, Christmas and New Years were over, Valentine’s Day was even further away, so why were there fairy lights? Why were there sunflowers lining the driveway? Had you stumbled upon Steve’s love confession to Nancy. Oh god. You hoped not.

Here you were, standing on Steve’s porch, knocking on his door instead of Dustin and you hadn’t the slightest clue of how you got there except you figured you’d been roped into some wild scheme that wasn’t going to end well. Fuck me.

Steve Willow Harrington opened the door in all his beautiful glory holding a bouquet of sunflowers, a pack of care bear waffles and ‘The Breakfast Club’. Who the hell allowed him to look so good?!

“Hi.”

No, this was absolutely not happening. He would not turn your heart into mush with one syllable. You started to turn around to leave but his reflexes were faster and he grabbed your hand, the skin heating up under his touch and your heart kickstarted into motion at the electricity that danced along his fingers onto yours. “Please. Don’t go.”

You froze in place. Head and heart conflicted but once you saw the expression on the kids’ faces you understood. He gently pulled you towards him, albeit with a little caution, turning your body but still you refused to look at him. “These are for you.” You accepted them, focusing on the sunshine petals instead of his face until your felt his fingers gently gripping your chin, tilting your head upwards so you were looking into his eyes. Steve’s eyes shone with the telltale sign of tears and regret and something else that you’d only seen when he looked at her. It was love. No. It couldn’t be. You took a step back needing the distance to gather your thoughts. He didn’t get to do this to you, he didn’t get to hurt you all over again.

“I’m sorry. I-” you shook your head, your own tears glistening your eyes making them shine in the fairy lights. “I had a whole speech planned out funnily enough but I see you again for one second and you’ve got speechless. God I- I drove over to your house in the middle of the night to apologise after that day and I chickened out every single time until they all knocked some sense into me.” He nodded behind you towards where the kids were anxiously watching the scene unfolding before them.

“I thought I heard your car but every time I’d look out the window there was no one there so I stopped looking.”

Steve sighed sadly, “You deserve better- you deserved better. I shouldn’t have done what I did. I shouldn’t have taken you for granted. I shouldn’t have made you feel like you were second place, not to Nancy and not to anyone. I should have showed you I cared, that you mattered, that I did know you loved binge watching those sappy romance movies and pointing out bits that reminded you of us and that your favourite snack were those ridiculously overpriced care bear waffles with the rainbow specks of berries because you’d had them since you were a child and refused to give them up. But I didn’t do any of the things I should have. I fucked up and I don’t deserve you. And the worst thing is, I don’t even have a reason why I did them. I think some part of me was terrified of the uncertainty, of the unknown, of how it felt to have someone I was scared to lose. So I buried how I felt about you and turned to something familiar, to something that I could hold onto even if I didn’t actually care about them. It took losing you to realise just how wrong I was and how badly I’d treated you. And I know it doesn’t justify any of what I did to you but I want you to know that I’m sorry and if I could do it all over again, I would do it differently. I would fight for you instead of leaving you there and I would show you exactly how I feel about you.”

You were both crying now, “and how do you feel about me?” The air stilled in anticipation, your fingers twisting around the fabric of your sleeve in a nervous dance.

“I love you.”

That admission of love, and the fact that he said it so easily like it was a fact that everyone should know, knocked the air out of your lungs. You felt breathless after his speech.

“I won’t deny that you hurt me and maybe I do deserve better but I know you can give it to me just as I hope I can give it to you. It won’t be easy and it will take time and a lot of work to get to- to us but if you’re willing to put in the work…” Steve nodded his head enthusiastically, tears slipping down his cheeks for he’d feared the worst, “then I am too.” Then came his megawatt smile, eyes crinkling at the edges from pure happiness. He pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your shoulders delicately so as to not damage the flowers, while yours wrapped around his waist. The kids were dancing by your car, pumping their fists into the air but neither of you payed any attention to them.

“And for the record, I love you too Stevie.”

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Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC

Summary: JJ Feron returns home for the holidays and attends a posh cocktail hour graciously organized by Mr. and Mrs. Harrington to honor her father's law firm. A surprise guest lights a fire in her, and things quickly take a mischievous turn. Unwrap the magic of this holiday season in the next 2.9k words ✨ CW: SMUT, unprotected sex, light spanking, light hair pulling, mirror scene, tons and tons of eye contact. A huge thank you to my beta reader and editor @lifesshort-imshorter for helping bring this piece to life!!!

DAY ONE OF HOHOHOE WEEK Prompt: Childhood Bedroom

“What the fuck is a ‘cocktail hour,’ anyway? The last place I want to be on my first day back in Hawkins is at some stuffy lawyer party with my parents and their insufferable colleagues.” JJ griped to Nancy on the phone as she donned her outfit for the evening’s party when a soft rapping at her bedroom door caught her attention. “Nance, I’ve got to go. I’ll text you.” JJ ended her call, tossing the phone onto her bed before the door cracked open slightly.

“Oh, that dress looks great on you!” Eileen Windrow-Feron had always maintained that image was everything, and the family image was something JJ had rebelled against since the moment she could speak. But that night, she agreed to wear the dress her mother picked out for her and to keep as quiet as she could so as not to taint the memory of the Harringtons’ first, and hopefully annual, cocktail hour in the honor of Feron, Hutchinson, Russell & Cobb.

The firm was a family heirloom of sorts, still running on what Linden Feron referred to as a “humble sum” of old money. JJ had no interest in the business, law, or any of her father’s pompous cohorts who were sure to attend, including Steve Harrington’s parents, though her mother was always gushing about what gracious hosts they were to welcome the family firm into their home. Those monologues always made JJ gag.

“I feel like my legs are shrink wrapped together,” JJ complained as she swiped her mother’s hands away from fixing the dress’s neckline.

“Jacqueline June, don’t be so negative. This is a very important night for your father,” Eileen scolded as she returned to busying herself with primping the dress to perfection.

“I get it; I really do. You’ve only said it about a hundred times,” JJ sighed.

“Well, a hundred and one won’t hurt,” Eileen quipped back. “There. Look at you.” Eileen

smiled proudly at her daughter in a black, knee-length, satin dress with spaghetti straps and a square neckline, her auburn curls pinned half up, and her frown painted a deep berry color. It took all of JJ’s strength not to roll her eyes while Eileen’s bright smile shone on her.

“When do we leave?” She turned away from her mother’s gaze, feeling awkward and vulnerable.

“Fifteen minutes. Be downstairs and ready.” JJ nodded in response as Eileen let herself out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

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“Hey Jay, long time, no see.” Steve Harrington stood in the foyer of his parents’ home in a forest green button-down with his famous hair coiffed to perfection. He was broader than before, but still just as JJ had always remembered him.

“Hey, Steve,” she replied as he enveloped her in a friendly hug. “When did you get in?”

“Just last night – late,” Steve grumbled. “But there’s no rest for the aristocratic,” he joked, running a hand through his chocolate brown locks. JJ smiled, the dimple in her left cheek coming out of hiding. She and Steve shared a lot of the same disdainful feelings for the crowd that surrounded them, though he was always described as easier to get along with by the older adults in their circle. He was a great friend, and a trustworthy confidante, and JJ had never been more glad to see him than in that particular moment.

“Thank God you’re here. I don’t know if I could stomach this alone,” she confessed quietly through gritted teeth.

“Well, you’ll be disappointed to know I’m on dish duty tonight and starting early to sneak out to a date.” Steve frowned, his eyes apologetic.

“No way,” JJ whined.

“‘Fraid so.” Steve nodded solemnly before pulling on JJ’s arm. “But look, look, look.” He spun her around and gestured across the living room to the fireplace where a group of men were standing, whiskey glasses in hand. “Do you see him?”

“See who?” JJ craned her neck every which way to get a glimpse of who Steve was talking about.

“Navy blue suit, smoking next to the ashtray on the mantle.” Was that – no. It couldn’t be.

“Is that Billy Hargrove?” JJ’s verdant eyes rounded in shock.

“In the flesh,” Steve confirmed.

“How? Why?” JJ couldn’t believe she was seeing Billy mingling with the high society of Hawkins at the most pretentious event of the year.

“He’s an intern for Cobb. I guess he’s smarter than I ever gave him credit for. Graduating from law school next year. I couldn’t believe it either.”

“Just when you think there are no surprises left,” JJ mumbled, staring hard at Billy’s distracted ocean eyes as he went through the motions and smiled, laughing politely at the undoubtedly dry jokes the old men told around his circle. “I need a drink.”

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JJ sighed deeply as she poured herself a new glass of chardonnay at the bar. Time wasn’t passing fast enough. She let her mind wander far away as she sipped, staring at the wall in front of her when a velvet voice snapped her back to reality.

“JJ Feron. I guess I should’ve known you’d be here.” She swiveled to meet Billy’s cerulean eyes. Seeing him up close was like a dream, though she’d never be caught dead saying it out loud. Billy punches-anything-that-looks-at-him-too-long Hargrove has always been a panty-dropper, but JJ never fell for his tricks, refusing to be another notch in his belt despite being historically curious to know why others were so eager to let Billy use them like that.

“Billy,” she replied curtly. “Fancy seeing you here. Shocking, honestly. How’s the internship going?” JJ’s glib, tight-lipped smile let Billy know she didn’t really care and wasn’t keen on his choice of profession, but he answered politely anyway.

“I’m learning a lot,” he replied, nodding and eyeing his boss across the room. “Mr. Cobb has been kind to me.”

“Kind?” JJ snorted. Andrew Cobb was anything but kind. She seemed to recall the firm brushing not just a few domestic violence incidents under the rug, but also generously covering his rehab expenses more than once as “undefined healthcare benefits.”

“That’s the best way I can describe it.” Billy smirked at JJ’s obvious disdain for Mr. Cobb, knowing she was right, but not being able to tell her in front of everyone that he was just doing his best to get ahead while he could.

“Of course you’re one of them now,” JJ chided, taking another healthy gulp of chardonnay.

“Woah, woah, hey.” Billy’s voice was low, husky, and deliberate as he leaned in closer, towering over her small frame. His eyes pierced hers like daggers – a war of sapphires and emeralds – as he made himself crystal clear. “Don’t you ever put me and those bastards in the same category, you understand?” JJ’s concentration was broken, and Billy’s sincerity gave her chills.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t.”

“I’m not one of those yuppy, scumbag corporate attorneys helping the rich guys keep up their image or kissing insurance company ass. As soon as I’m licensed, I’ll be a guardian ad litem for kids in the system, a legal advocate who can represent their best interest while the court decides their future. They need someone like me.” Billy’s expression was entirely serious, and JJ couldn’t help but feel some admiration for what he was doing. He was passionate, driven, and she knew he would succeed. Billy Hargrove never half-assed anything as long as she’d known him.

“I never would have guessed,” JJ almost whispered, holding out her glass for him to cheers. Billy’s face softened back into a half smile as he clinked his glass to hers, both of them taking a sip as Mr. Cobb appeared beside them, Billy’s meticulous mask sliding back into place to greet him.

“Jacqueline,” he crooned as JJ almost spat out her drink at her government name being used in front of one of her classmates. Only her mother was allowed to call her that. “You clean up so well.” Billy stared down at his shoes to hide his smirk at that comment because if he knew one thing, it was that you don’t slide backhanded compliments across JJ Feron’s table.

“Andy,” JJ gushed, her tone deliberately patronizing. “How’s New Wife Number Three? Getting along with Old Wife Number Two? Are they both here?” JJ looked around exaggeratedly, pretending to try and find them. Mr. Cobb’s face flushed crimson, and he said nothing more before making a quick exit back into the living room.

“Harsh,” Billy chuckled, sipping his whiskey.

“If you only knew.” JJ tried not to let her smile show, though she couldn’t help but be a bit proud of herself every time she told off someone who really deserved it. “Don’t look now.” JJ braced herself as Eileen rushed toward them, her brows tightly knitted together and fists balled up at her sides.

“Jacqueline June Feron,” she hissed. JJ sighed and let her eyes close, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“What,” she whined.

“You know exactly what.” Her mother was furious. “If you can’t behave, then make yourself scarce. Go help Steve in the kitchen. Now.” The order was clear, and there was no negotiation to be had. JJ raised her drink halfway to Billy and retreated to the kitchen to help Steve wash the guests’ dishes. At least in the sanctuary of the dish pit, she wouldn’t be subjected to any more prying eyes or passive aggressive remarks.

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“Please, Jay. Please. I’ll owe you one,” Steve begged, puppydog eyes fully engaged. JJ rolled her eyes and let him plead even though she knew from the start she’d agree. She just liked to hear his desperation.

“Fine, Steve, but you owe me for sure.” Steve beamed, shaking the suds off his hands into the sink and grabbing the nearest dish towel to dry off on.

“You’re my favorite, Jay,” he declared, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before rushing out of the kitchen, not to be seen for the rest of the night. It was just like Steve to make an early escape attempt for a date, but JJ didn’t mind. The silence was soothing, and anywhere was better than being out there on the floor with those assholes. She lost herself in the mundane routine of rinse, scrub, rinse, repeat and didn’t notice another body infiltrate her safe haven until she heard him.

“Harrington ditch you?” JJ could hear the grin in Billy’s voice.

“No,” she defended. “I told him it was okay to skip out early. You’d understand; he has a date.”

“A date, huh? Boy, do I feel sorry for that poor sucker of a lady,” he quipped. JJ couldn’t help but chuckle. A comfortable silence wafted among them as JJ continued her chore. “Care if I help?”

“Please don’t feel obligated. You should go enjoy the rest of the party.” She tried to keep her tone level, but it came out with a thin layer of venomous icing on top.

“Right. Move over.” Billy appeared alongside JJ and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt one at a time, and something about the way his strong, veined hands worked over the cuffs so effortlessly and methodically made her heart palpate in her chest.

She worked next to him for the better part of an hour, exchanging small talk and telling stories about college. They laughed like old friends, and JJ decided during that time that maybe Billy wasn’t as much of a dick as she had always assumed.

“Billy Hargrove on the straight and narrow, huh? I guess anything is possible,” JJ teased through a dimpled smile.

“Hey, now,” Billy retorted. “Don’t go spreading that rumor around town. I’ve still got a little fire in me. I just have to pick and choose the right opportunities to let it out.” JJ met his gaze, and his eyes glinted like the edge of a switchblade, a devilish smirk forming in the corner of his mouth. Her insides turned to putty, and in that moment, she conceded to becoming another notch in the belt of the devil – she just couldn’t help herself.

“How do you know which opportunities are the right ones?” Instinctively, she took a step closer to him so their legs were touching. Billy looked down at the contact and then back up into her eyes, a smile blooming on his plush lips.

Pinning her with his stare, he let his fingertips brush over the exposed skin of her shoulder, brushing back a lock of her hair that had fallen out of place. “Well,” he drawled. JJ’s breath hitched at the feeling of his smooth hand tracing over her goosebumps, nowhere near where she really wanted it to be. “I guess I just feel it out.”

“So how do you feel about this opportunity?” JJ toyed with Billy’s tie between her fingers, pressing her body into him, her eye contact unwavering.

“I’d say I feel pretty damn good. What do you say we get out of here?” He leaned closer, the scent of whiskey, smoke, and spicy aftershave lulling her into a trance as she answered.

“Why get out of here when we can go up?” JJ pointed to the staircase in the hallway, and Billy’s eyes widened.

“Here? During the party?” JJ giggled at his hesitation.

“Come on, I thought you said you were still big, bad Billy Hargrove,” she teased. “Steve’s gone for the night, and his bedroom is at the end of the hall. If we hurry, no one will see us leave.” Billy grinned at her tenacity. This girl was everything he always thought she was, and maybe even more.

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“Fuck – yes, just like that.” JJ threw her head back in bliss, palms pressed flat against the full-length mirror. Despite being in Steve’s childhood bedroom where the walls were decorated with old polaroids from his high school days and a Back to the Future movie poster, she had never felt so alive. Each nerve ending in her body was consumed by Billy’s every touch.

The lights were off, but the glow of the streetlight through the window was enough to ensure she could still watch Billy pound her from behind just the way she had secretly fantasized about for the last decade. She felt his fingertips curl around her hip bone, making small crescent-shaped imprints in her skin as his other hand tightened around the makeshift ponytail he held her disheveled hair in.

“Look at me,” Billy growled. JJ’s eyes snapped up obediently to meet his in the mirror. Even in the dark, she could tell his pupils were blown with lust, the deep blue pools no longer visible around them. Sweat glistened over his chest as his thrusts quickened and stuttered, and JJ could feel the rubber band in her core tightening, dreadfully close to snapping as she tried to stifle the moans wracking from her throat. It was just too good.

Billy’s hand left her hip and trailed up to her lips, signaling for her to open her mouth, which she obeyed. The pads of his first two fingers glided along her velvety soft tongue, gathering saliva before he brought them down to her aching clit, sliding slick circles in a perfect rhythm, eliciting a cry of pleasure she couldn’t contain in the slightest.

“Billy, please, don’t stop!” The frame of the mirror rattled shamelessly against the wall as Billy fucked into her harder and faster, everything about their encounter turning delectably wreckless when Billy realized there was no way the crowd downstairs didn’t hear what was happening.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” His grip on her hair tightened again, pulling her gaze back up to meet his eyes right where he wanted her.

“I’m – mmm, fuck. I’m gonna cum for you, Billy. Right – right now.” JJ let out a chorus of long, low moans as her eyes rolled back and her knees gave out, held up solely by the fierce grip Billy had in her hair and the electrifying circles he was still lavishing on her clit. After nearly drowning under each tidal wave of her climax, she was totally breathless and barely able to stand.

A hand came down hard on her asscheek with a crack. Seconds later, JJ let out a pathetic whimper at the sudden emptiness as Billy pulled out and slammed her back to his chest. Standing her up and clasping a hand around her throat, he kept contact in the mirror as he growled into her ear, “Good girl.”

Thick, white ropes painted the mirror in front of them as he kissed and sucked at her neck while gravelly moans thundered from deep within his chest. JJ felt high on the adrenaline of what they had just done, her grin shining through the shadows as Billy planted a soft kiss to the side of her face, still looking into her eyes with a devious edge to his expression.

“Welcome home, Jacqueline,” Billy purred. JJ scoffed, rolling her eyes, but she didn’t protest this time. Something about him saying her name like that actually felt good.“We’d better get cleaned up and work out our story. Someone’s bound to ask after all that…percussion.” Billy chuckled as he handed JJ her dress, and the two of them straightened up, fixing each other’s flyaway hairs and creased fabric before descending back to the land of the mundane.

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Cherry Bomb // a Steve Harrington Love Story

Danny Henderson, looks like a punk, can be found at any underage disco. Snorts when she laughs, mom doesn't know she sneaks out, loves her little brother and will defend him with her life, when the song tarzan boy comes out in April of 85' it will become her favorite song, but don't tell anyone. "You look like you just rolled out of bed" "I did" Has a bad habit of smoking that she tries to keep secret from Dustin, but ultimately fails. Is a "cool girl" but also gets her face smashed into a locker, don't worry the smasher will have their head down a flushing toilet by next period. Get's straight A's, and is a star softball player. Oh, and is hopelessly, desperately, disgustingly, head over heels in love with Steve Harrington.

Moments in time and space usually between Danielle "Danny" Henderson and Steve Harrington

originally posted here

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!OC

Warnings: smut (eventual), sexual tension, lots of swearing, some stereotypical rude 80s teens, typical stranger things blood/gore, sloooooow buuurrrrnnn, i don't proofread

Minors Do Not Interact!

A slow work in progress, thank you for your support and patience. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven Below // word count 3,230

Saturday, May 18th, 1985. Evening of the Hawkins High Class of ‘85 Prom

“Prom is stupid anyway Nance,” Danny complained, tossing one of Nancy’s teddy bears in the air. Nancy sat at her desk, completing summer job applications.

“I think it’s sweet,” Nancy spoke softly, clearly concentrating on her writing.

“It’s just a toxic social construct for teens to dress in ugly dresses, cry over dumb boys, and feel like their high school lives ever mattered,” Danny continued.

“I think you’re projecting,” Nancy could hear the smile in Nancy’s voice.

“I obviously don’t know what you’re talking about,” Danny rolled her eyes.

“Mhm,” Nancy hummed.

Danny held the teddy bear, her head turning to wear Nancy sat, “What?”

“Nothing,” Nancy smiled down at her paper.

“Don’t “nothing” me, what?” Danny was growing impatient.

“What about Steve?”

“Steve Harrington?” Danny asked, as if she didn’t spend every minute she could with him.

“Yes Steve Harrington ,” Nancy retorted.

“What about him?” Danny sneered.

“Why don’t you go with him, pretty sure he doesn’t have a date yet,” Nancy shrugged.

Danny sat up quickly, tossing the teddy bear aside. “I’m not going to prom with Steve Harrington, that is such a heinous idea,” Danny gagged.

“You like him,” Nancy smiled gently as she looked briefly over her shoulder at Danny.

“No I don’t! No way Nance! That’s disgusting, he’s just a friend,” Danny exclaimed.

“Does he know that?” Nancy asked, returning to her job applications.

“Of course he does! There is nothing between us, nada, not a spark, nothing.”

“Okay,” Nancy held the note. “Remind me, has he had any girlfriends since we broke up, maybe even a one night stand?”

“No,” Danny answered. “I mean not that I know of. What’s your point?” Danny asked curiously, walking towards Nancy, hand resting on the back of her chair.

“It’s obvious isn’t it?” Nancy asked, turning to face Danny.

“No, it isn’t obvious,” Danny shook her head.

Nancy rolled her eyes, “Steve likes you, he probably didn’t ask you to prom because he didn’t want you to say no.”

“He does not like me, trust me,” Danny held her hands up in defense. “Besides you only broke up last semester, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Oh who cares?” Nancy waved her hand. “And yes he does, it’s so obvious, he just makes you nervous, that’s probably why he didn’t jump your bones the second we broke up.”

“Nance,” Danny said softly, looking down at her socks.

“It’s fine Danny,” Nancy placed a hand on top of hers. “I really don’t care, you’re cute together anyway,” Nancy smiled.

“I-I…I do like him,” Danny confessed, unable to look at Nancy.

“It’s alright,” Nancy reassured.

“No Nance, ‘cause I’ve liked him for a long time, since like middle school,” Danny spoke in a whisper.

“Why didn't you ever say anything?”

“Because he was never nice to us then, that would have been lame of me, to do that to us,” Danny replied. This time Nancy averted her eyes. “Not that it was lame when you started dating him! Shit, sorry, I take that back.”

“No it’s okay, you’re right, I guess he just charmed me,” Nancy giggled. “I wish you had told me sooner, I wouldn’t have gotten in the way.”

“You were never in the way,” Danny replied desperately.

“Steve is an idiot for not asking you to prom, though I still think you should go,” Nancy smiled.

“You’re not going,” Danny protested.

“No, I’ll go next year, Jonathan wanted to have our own date night tonight,” Nancy replied.

“Steve’s like my only friend that will be there, it’ll be such a drag,” Danny whined. “I really don’t think he likes me, I mean I wish he did…even if he does, it’s just a crush, there’s just no way he’d want to actually be with me.”

“I suppose one of these days he’ll just have to prove you wrong,” Nancy reassured.

“Thanks Nance,” Danny smiled at her friend. “You’re sweet, I’m gonna get out of your hair, let you get on with that date,” Danny winked.

“Bye Danny,” Nancy hugged her tight.

Danny’s palm swept a tear away that threatened to fall down her hot cheeks. She took deep breaths as she managed to drive back to her house. Her head was pounding with thoughts, her stomach turning. Choking back sobs she thought of Steve. He thought how better he would make her feel, while at the same time, torturing her with his ever so loving presence. She thought of Eddie telling her how Steve had obviously liked her since freshman year. She thought about Nancy. Nancy thinking she should still go to the prom. Danny hadn’t been to the prom last year, she thought she could lie to herself about not wanting to go. But she did. She wanted to wear a dress, put on uncomfortable heels and chunky jewelry, while Steve held her tight as they danced to Cyndi Lauper and The Police. She would hope that they would play I Melt With You or Total Eclipse of the Heart. She would hope that Steve would kiss her, hold her breath until he did. Taking a deep breath, Danny pulled into her driveway. Her mom was away for the weekend and Dustin was having a sleepover. Great, alone with my thoughts, just what I wanted, Danny sighed, her shoulders falling as she walked to her front door.

“Danny!” A voice shouted. Danny’s ears perked up, her eyes widening slightly, her hand gripping the door knob. Danny’s head tilted opposite of the clear voice. Go away, Danny silently pleaded. “Danny!” His voice came again, crystal clear.

Steve came running up Danny’s driveway, out of breath, stopping to rest his hands on his knees. Danny finally turned. Steve was in a suit, a simple black suit, a powder blue dress shirt underneath, his Nikes, with no tie. His hair looked like it had been done, but ruined from the running. “What are you doing here Steve?” Danny asked, she didn’t mean to sound so irritated. “Did you run here?” Her voice softened.

“My car broke down,” Steve panted.

“So did you need a ride to your car?” Danny questioned, placing a hand on her hip.

Steve stood, his eyebrows furrowed, “Need a ri–what? No. Give me your keys,” Steve held out his hand.

“Why?”

“So I can take you to prom,” Steve answered like this was pre-arranged and agreed upon.

“W-what?” Danny stepped back.

“C’mon, I wanna dance with you, I’ve already got our tickets,” Steve continued.

“I-I, I can’t wear this,” Danny whined, glancing down at her jeans and t-shirt.

Steve stepped closer, “I don’t mind, go change if you wan–are you crying?” Steve tilted his head slightly.

“What? No–” Danny stepped back again, tripping on the step before Steve caught her.

“Careful. Are you okay?” He questioned again.

“I’m fine Steve,” Danny knitted her eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” Steve pressed, stepping dangerously close to Danny, pushing her towards the door. Her chest pressed against his torso.

“Steve, I am fine, drop it,” Danny warned through gritted teeth. Steve looked down at her, concern flooding his puppy dog eyes. His eyes flickered, his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip briefly.

“Tell me later okay? Please?” Steve asked.

“Fine,” Danny sighed. “I have to change,” Danny whispered.

“Really?” Steve cracked a smile, eager to see what she’d change into. Danny’s hand fumbled around until she found the door knob again and flung it open behind her, making her and Steve practically fall in.

Danny wished her mom was home, she would have been so excited. She’d be able to do her hair and makeup, give her hugs and kisses of pure joy. Now she wished she had listened to Nancy, a friend, to help her get ready. Danny dug deep into her closet, knowing it was there somewhere. Danny leaned forward, ducking her head to see the skirt part hanging. She grabbed the black dress and yanked it out of the closet causing a few other articles of clothing to go flying. Danny held the dress up in triumph and admiration.

Danny and Nancy had gone Christmas shopping with each other and of course Nancy convinced Danny to buy the dress.

I’m never gonna wear it, Nance.

Yeah, but when you do you’re gonna be a total knockout.

Should I come with a warning then?

You already come with a warning. C’mon Danny, get yourself something nice.

It is pretty.

The dress was black velvet, strapless with a hard straight neckline, the waist scrunched billowed just a tad, to accentuate the waist. The fabric fell just above her knees. Danny laid the dress out on her unmade bed, padding it down. Rushing into her bathroom, Danny plugged in her hair dryer and got to work on some purple eyeshadow and her darkest eyeliner.

With her hair fluffed and makeup down, she squeezed into some old tights and pulled the dress up. The fabric clung to her body like it’s life depended on it, pushing her tits up, Danny hooked some chunky silver earrings on and tugged on some black heels with a matching silver piece on each tip. Next were some bracelets and rings along with one final shake of the hair. Danny trotted out of her room, smoothing down her dress.

“Okay,” she said simply, announcing herself.

Steve had been patiently waiting on the couch, attempting to fix his own hair. He quickly stood when he heard Danny, turning on his heel to face her. Steve felt his heart skip a beat, his breath hitching. He had never seen Danny so dressed up, his eyes widened even more after looking her up and down. Clocking the few inches gained from her heels, the small rip in her stockings, her boobies pushed up and on display, her exposed neck and collarbones, her gorgeous red lips, her precise makeup, and blown out hair.

“Shit,” Steve coughed.

“What?” Danny asked, concern falling on her face, pressing her lips.

“You look gorgeous,” Steve breathed out, chest falling from holding his breath.

“Really?” Danny blushed.

“Totally Danny, you are gorgeous,” Steve answered. “You know that,” Steve sighed into a small, desperate smile.

Danny hopped over next to him, tossing her keys to him. “Well you don’t look too bad yourself, stud,” her shoulder nudged him.

“C’mon,” Steve snaked his arm around her waist, his hand resting dangerously low as he walked her out the door.

The two seniors arrived at the door to the gymnasium, the sun having finally set, the stars beginning to twinkle in the night sky. Steve handed the girl at the foldable table the tickets that he had purchased at some point with a charming smile. He kept his arm around her waist, tight and secure. As they entered the overly decorated gymnasium they were greeted with some stairs from far too many people.

Quite a few of Steve’s ex flings were gawking at the pair. Tommy H. and Carol were staring in their direction as well, Tommy visibly annoyed, with Carol wide eyed next to him. From behind them was Billy Hargrove, who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but there. Both Steve and Danny came to a silent realization they had no friends here. No Nancy, no Eddie, no Jonathan. A depressing realization that they only had each other here, a nice thought, but a hollowing one as well. A thought that came with: they were totally lame.

“Punch?” Steve finally asked, after taking in the ambiance.

“Yeah, sure,” Danny spoke softly, softer than her usual rasp.

“Kay, be right back,” Steve reluctantly let his hand slide away.

Tammy Thompson soon replaced Steve’s space. “Hi,” she grinned.

Danny shifted her feet, the heels clicking on the waxed wood floors, “Hi Tammy.” Danny avoided her eyes, assuming the worst.

“Um, I wanted to say sorry,” Tammy said. Danny whipped her head towards her.

“Sorry for what?”

“Sorry for being such a mess at the party, and ya’ know, taking Steve away from you, that wasn’t very nice of me,” Tammy hung her head, fiddling with her fingers.

“Oh,” Danny was taken back by the statement. “Oh that’s okay Tammy, you don’t need to be sorry about that,” Danny placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Glad to see you’re finally going out,” Tammy smiled.

“Oh we’re not going out.”

Tammy raised an eyebrow at her, “But you’re here together.”

“Yeah, as friends,” Danny answered.

“Right,” Tammy gave her an awkward nod. “Okay, well have fun Danny.”

“You too,” Danny smiled back, Tammy left her standing alone.

Danny had only ever gone to the occasional Homecoming dance with friends, never a date. Danny wasn’t used to any of this, and graduation was literally around the corner. She stared around at the hoards of people. Some of them dancing, some hidden in the corner, huddled in groups, gossiping, laughing. So much makeup, sparkly clothes, and hairspray. Danny couldn’t hide a small smile. This was fun. Danny enjoyed watching all of her classmates having fun, enjoying their last moments of high school together. Despite Danny standing alone, despite always feeling alone while standing around her peers, she didn’t feel here. Sure, she was physically standing alone and was a typical outcast. But at that moment, she didn’t feel alone. She peered over to where the punchbowl had been set up. Steve stood there talking with some girls, three of them, juniors, clearly swooning over him. Steve held two small cups in one hand, his other in his pocket. He was smiling at them, and they smiled back, nodding along with what he was saying. Steve motioned his head towards Danny with a shy and blushing smile. The three girls all giggled and glanced over at Danny, giving her sweet smiles. Danny looked away quickly as Steve turned around.

“Here you go,” Steve slid up to Danny, holding out the plastic cup filled with red liquid.

“Thanks,” Danny nodded with a blush. She took a sip and grimaced.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, “What? Is it bad?” Steve sniffed his own and winced.

“Someone spiked the punch with the nastiest vodka I have ever tasted,” Danny frowned, she took another sniff, “and mouthwash? What the actual fuck?”

Steve sniffed again and took a gulp, his eyes squeezed shut and he shook his head, his tongue sticking out, making Danny laugh, “I don’t know why I even tasted it, that’s disgusting,” Steve coughed. He grabbed her cup and tossed both into a nearby trash can. “Sorry,” Steve wiped his hands on his pants.

“No need to be sorry,” Danny smiled, “unless you were the one to spike it,” Danny laughed.

“My taste isn’t that bad,” Steve smiled. “So are you gonna tell me what happened?” Danny gave Steve a quizzical look. “From earlier, when I came to your house,” Steve explained.

“Oh um, it’s nothing Steve,” Danny shook her head. “Don’t worry about it,” she smiled.

“Danny you were crying, of course I’m going to worry about it, c’mon,” Steve pushed.

“I guess I’m just feeling sentimental is all. I mean what the hell are we going to do? We’re graduating, it just feels so unreal, ya’ know?” Danny had been thinking about that, but she knew that's not why she was crying.

“I know, isn't that wild? I can’t believe it, I remember the first day of kindergarten like it was yesterday and now, I’m out. We’re out,” Steve smiled at Danny.

“I’m pissed that Eddie didn’t get his shit together enough to graduate,” Danny grumbled.

Steve looked down at Danny. “Sorry Eddie isn’t here,” Steve shoved his hands into his pocket.

“What?” Danny tilted her head towards Steve.

“He’s your friend, it’s a bummer to not have your friend here. You’re like my only friend my age, as sad as that sounds,” Steve chuckled.

“Oh well, that’s okay Steve, Eddie would be a bummer here anyway. Besides, I’m here with you, and that’s all I could ask for,” Danny smiled.

“Really?” Steve blushed, head perking up.

“Of course.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask you to prom sooner. I really wanted to, I just didn’t know how,” Steve spoke softly, just for Danny to hear. He took a long pause, “That’s what I really wanted to ask you, when I came by your practice the other day. No-not if you needed a ride, but if you wanted to go to prom, like as my date,” Steve was turning beet red.

Danny could feel her ears burning, “We’re here now,” Danny whispered, staring at her feet.

Steve stared at her, she could feel his eyes burning into her. “I’m so sorry Danny,” Steve pinched his nose, Danny could see tears swelling.

“What? What for?” Danny questioned.

“I’m sorry that I was so mean to you for so many years, you’re like the best person in the world. And I-I was so mean, I don’t know why you even hang out with me,” Steve let out a heavy sigh, a small tear dripping down his red cheek. “I want to be good for you, I want to make it up, you didn’t deserve it,” Steve whispered.

“Steve, there's nothing to make up for,” Danny placed a hand on his arm, his breath hitched at the touch. “I-I’ve never held any of it against you, I knew that wasn’t you.”

“But it was,” Steve let out a choked, brief sob. “It was me. I was an asshole, and I don’t know what you see in me,” Steve’s voice cracked. “Because, because I know what I see in you Danny.”

“I see you Steve, I see you. You are the most giving and kind person. You have the biggest heart, bigger than mine, or anyones. And I saw it, before now, before middle school. You were always nice to me when we were little. In first grade you held my hand when I fell and scraped my knee, you told me to hold on, to take your hand, that our teacher would be there soon and you were going to make sure I was okay. In third grade you always held the door open for me and talked to me when no one else would. In fifth grade you made sure Stan Cooper and Alex Wilson didn’t bother me after the one time they did. You even slipped up on occasion in middle school, you took the fault when I was skipping class. You’ve always been good Steve Harrington, you were just gone for a little while, that’s all,” the tears threatened to fall, but Danny kept them in the best she could. Steve stared at her in awe. Danny stared back. “Now, do you wanna go dance or not Harrington,” Danny smiled, sniffling.

“Yes, I do, I want to dance,” Steve straightened himself up.

“Well come on then,” Danny held out her hand, which Steve gladly took.

The night was spent in each other's arms, dancing to cheesy love ballads and new wave hits. Steve and Danny might as well have been the only two people in the Hawkins High School gymnasium. With their shoes flung off somewhere unknown to them, they jumped, danced, and laughed. Singing loudly to the lyrics of songs they loved and barely knew. Forgetting everything in the outside world. Just them, alone and happy.

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jokenotfunny · 2 years

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𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖛𝖎𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖓

stranger things x jennifer’s body!au

eddie munson x reader, cirice (oc x reader)

future warnings: cursing, sexual references, mentiom of a possible mommy kink 🫤, drugging, alcohol, blood and gore , murder (like in this chapter 😭), graphic depictions of murder, unnerving reader - future , manipulation , complete change in behavior for reader, nancy from the craft except here her name is cirice, reader wears glasses for the time being, the girls from the craft, let me know if i forgot any!

word count: 5.1k

chapter 2, chapter 3

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hawkins high school | november 18, 1985 | 12:07 p.m.

the loud chatter of the cafeteria fills your ears before you even walk in. as you and robin were chatting about god knows what, dustin spotted the two of you and waved.

you two waved back, before turning to each other and finishing your conversation with each other, getting ready to go to your respective tables. “alright rob, you’ll be in chem today, right?”

“yeah, thanks for letting me borrow your homework again, i’ll slip it into your bag when we get there.” she said, walking towards her table.

as you turned to do the same however, where you could previously see the hellfire table, you were now met with the sight of nancy’s wide eyes right in front of you as if she had just spawned there.

“oh! hey nancy. you scared me. again.” you slightly jumped back, mumbling that last part.

“hey! sorry, i know we talked about that, but i just wanted to ask you something real quick!” she smiled warmly, which meant she wanted you to do something

it’s not that nancy was ever anything but kind to you any other time, in fact you two were pretty good friends considering what you’d been through together the past few years. it’s just that whenever she was too nice, as if you were an aquaintance that she didn’t know too well, it usually meant that she wanted you to do something for her.

“if this is about newspaper club, i already told fred that i’m not covering the beekeeping club again after last month’s disaster-“ you started to ramble.

her eyebrows furrowed confusedly at the mention of bees. “no, no. you’re still on for taking pictures of the football team this month,- which, thank you for that by the way- it’s just that i actually had something else for you this week.” she said excitedly.

“oh. what is it?” you asked suspiciously

“there’s this up and coming band coming to hawkins this weekend? called the uh- “hex girls”- do you know them?- and they’re going to be at the hideout on friday, and i was wondering if you could go over and get some pictures of them performing ? maybe a short interview about them coming to hawkins?” she asked clasping her hands together.

“yeah i know of them, their music’s pretty good but,nance, i’m not even in the journalism club.” you raised your eyebrows.

you really weren’t though. you were in the photography club, and had been since freshman year. you and jonathan had been the club’s best photographers but once he left it was mostly you. occasionally someone from the club would be sent on little side tasks with a member of the journalism club to go take pictures while they conducted interviews. so the clubs were basically joint.

“and why would i have to do the interview? someone from journalism can’t come with me?” you asked confusedly. still trying to hide your shock at one of your favorite bands being in hawkins.

“i mean you’re pretty much an honorary member.” she tried, as you deadpanned at her. “okay, fine. everyone’s really busy with their articles and interviews for all the winter sports teams and the clubs, and nobody has time to really go check it out. and then i remembered, ‘hey, my dear and greatest friend, y/n, is a great photographer and she’s great with people and-‘“

“okay, i’ll go if you stop sucking up.” you cut her off. “what do i ask them though?” you asked, adjusting your glasses.

“great! you’re the best. just ask them what brought them to a town like hawkins, how’s it feel to be on the road to stardom, things like that okay.” she said, thanking you once again, and heading back to the club room.

“alrighty then! great chat nance.” you muttered to yourself, finally walking to the hellfire club table.

“hey guys.” you said, greeting them, as you took your seat next to gareth.

as they all greeted you, mike spoke up.

“what did nancy want?”

“oh, she just told me that i’m covering the interview and pictures for this band coming to hawkins this week. which by the way eddie, you’re coming with me.” you explained, before emphasizing eddie’s name, getting his attention from where he was throwing food back and forth with jeff.

“huh? what did i do?” he said, glaring at jeff as a pretzel smacked him in the face.

“you’re coming with me to the hex girls gig on friday!” you beamed.

“says who??” he raised his eyebrows.

“me. because i’m not going alone, you’re my best friend, and did i mention i’m not going alone?” you kept the wide smile on your face.

“try asking robin or steve?” dustin inquired.

“nah they have to work that night. and their music freaks her out. steve too, so-“ the conversation then divided between eddie, jeff, and gareth, talking about some comic that had just come out, and you , dustin , lucas , and mike talking about the multitude of things that freak robin out.

hawkins high school | friday november 22, 1985 | 2:05 p.m.

you placed the last of your books into your locker, grabbed eddie’s jacket, getting ready to go, before slamming it, and meeting his eyes as he previously stood behind the door.

“so, are you sure you’re excited for tonight?” you asked him, handing it to him, (because he doesn’t like going all the way to his own locker, so he leaves some of his stuff in yours.) as you two began walking to the doors and out towards the parking lot. because, you were able to get him to say yes, it took a lot of convincing, but in the end you usually got what you wanted from him, and vice versa.

“i guess, what’s the name again?”

“the hex girls”

“wait a second- isn’t that the group where you were practically creaming over the lead singer?” he asked smugly.

“yes! cirice is so hot it isn’t even funny.” you asked holding you print folders to your chest, gushing about her.

eddie had remembered you practically screaming in the sam goody at starcourt over the summer, when you saw their newest vinyl “the craft” sitting pretty on one of the shelves. the album was pretty good from what he remembered of it, so he wasn’t dreading going.

“well make sure you wear something cute, maybe she’ll even take you in as her own personal groupie.” he joked, nudging your shoulder. eddie was unsurprisingly, super supportive about your bisexuality, (which would be pretty hypocritical of him anyways, given the amount of men he’s made out with at the hideout) his first question being ‘would you fuck a girl version of me though? her name’d be edwina!’

“geez, i don’t know eddie, what if she doesn’t even speak to me! i mean i’m already nervous enough. what if they don’t let me take pictures? what if they turn me away? nancy’ll be pissed, and i promise you eddie, i’ve seen some scary shit but an angry nancy wheeler is not something i want to deal with!” you rambled as you both neared your car that was parked right next to his van, taking his words seriously.

“woah, okay. chill out y/n/n. i was just kidding, they won’t turn you away, they’ll let you do that interview, and then you and cirice will have an amazing night of passionate love-making after the show and everyone will live happily ever after!” he joked, eyes sparkling mischievously, as he pushed your glasses up your nose.

you deadpanned at him as you turned to put your things into your car as he continued talking.

“i mean, come on! what rockstar wouldn’t want to bang you? i certainly did, and i think it’s safe for me to say that it was the best sex i’d ever had!” he exclaimed obnoxiously, biting his lip, leaning on your car.

“you’re exaggerating, eddie. and it was the only sex you’d ever had. still is, weirdo!” you exclaimed, voice muffled as you dug around in your car, organizing your things.

“oh, come on! there was no exaggeration in the way i was like-“ he stopped, before looking around, deciding to put on a show.

“oh, fuck y/n! r-right there baby! yes! oh my gosh i’m gonna cum! fuck-yeah, like that! harder! more momm-” he was fake grinding and moaning onto the driver’s side of his van, making it shake exaggeratedly, before he burst into hysterics, when he heard the loud thump of your head, slamming into the roof of your car, before you came out with a stunned look on your face, quickly trying to shush him.

“eddie, what the hell! shut up, do you want someone to hear your ass!” you exclaimed, throwing a hand over his mouth.

“and you did not call me mommy!” you laughed, rolled your eyes.

“i almost did! and, details! whatever! you take your cute ass home and find something to wear, while i go home and continue working on next week’s campaign until it’s time for me to come get you.” he exclaimed, yelping as you slapped his ass, as he got into his van.

“yeah, whatever! see you later ed.” you called back, before he drove off.

hawkins, indiana | eddie’s van -> the hideout | 8:50 p.m.

eddie had picked you up about 15 minutes ago, you both now on your way to the hideout. eddie thought it’d be a good idea to “pregame” and listen to some music on the way there, to calm your nerves, but you were to indulged in going over the questions you would ask.

“so what brings you to a town like hawkins? how does it feel to be- no! ugh that sounds so stupid.” you muttered to yourself.

“alright we’ll be there in like 30 seconds, so can you stop worrying? you’re stressing me out and i don’t even plan on talking to them.” he chuckled. “hey, why don’t you tell me their names again, huh?”

“okay so there’s cirice, the lead singer. alice is the drummer, cora’s the lead guitarist, and scarlett is their pianist.” you explained listing them off.

“see how that worked? we’re here and you aren’t panicking anymore! now come on ms. reporter in training! it’s time to go meet the love of your life.” he joked, as you both got out of the van and towards the entrance.

once inside it was more packed in there than you two had ever seen it. it shocked you both honestly.

“i’ve never seen it so packed in here!” you exclaimed to him over the loud chatter

“i guess your girls are pretty popular! even in a hick town like hawkins!” he replied as you two passed the bar to find a table close enough to the stage.

you two were so immersed in conversation, that you didn’t even notice the three girls eyeing you as you passed.

“what about her?” alice asked.

“who? the one with the glasses? she’s cute.” scarlett cooed.

“scarlett it doesn’t matter if she’s fuckin’ cute it matters if she’s a- well you know.” cirice hissed at her.

“geez sorry! and she’s with that dude with the hair, anyways.”

“so?”

“so. they’re probably dating.” she said as they all looked back at the two of you.

you and eddie had finally found an empty booth, and sat across from each other. eddie was just minding his business, looking around until he heard you gasp loudly, and started kicking him under the table.

“wha- ow! what is it?!”

“i just made direct, eye contact with cirice!” you gasped, staring at him with wide eyes.

“really, where is she?”

“by the bar- but don’t make it obvious!” you hissed, looking at him.

“yeah, yeah. blue eyes, black hair right?” he asked remembering that poster from your room, when you nodded

he nonchalantly started to scan the area, until his eyes found a pair of blue ones coming right towards the pair of you.

“umm she’s actually-“

a new voice made you both freeze. “hi, i hope you don’t mind, but i noticed that camera around your neck! my name is cirice, are you here for the local newspaper?

shock. that’s what you felt right now. as well as eddie. you were brought out of it however by eddie now kicking you in the shin, looking at you pointedly.

“m-my name’s y/n! wait that’s not what you asked me was it..- i mean i’m not for the hawkins post, just my little highschool newspaper, and i was wondering if i could get some pictures of you guys performing? and to maybe get a small interview from you guys?” you rambled shooting out of the booth, to stand in front of cirice.

eddie watched in amusement, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of you as you conversed. he finally tuned back in however when you froze when she took your hands in hers and started talking again.

“well we’re about to start now, but i’ll come talk to you after about that interview ‘kay? and you can take as many pictures as you want, sweetheart.” she said winking, squeezing your hands before walking towards the stage.

“oh my gosh, someone call an ambulance she’s going into cardiac arrest!” eddie joked standing in her place, as he waved his hands past your frozen face.

“she held my hands, she called me sweetheart! eddie what does that mean, tell me?!” grabbing his arm and shaking him back and forth frantically.

“i don’t- i don’t know y/n! jesus, what are ya’ shaking me around for?!” he said annoyed, pushing you off.

as the show started and went on, you were like sonic, going to different parts of the bar, getting individual shots of each of them doing their thing, group shots, and the crowds reaction. at some points going back to where eddie was sat, trying to get him to sing along to the songs, before getting back to work.

towards the end of their last song you snapped a few more pictures before going to sit back down next to eddie in the booth.

“you’re the worst, you know that?” he mumbled as you took his drink and downed half of it.

“hey, running around like that isn’t easy! i’ve gotta get the good angles, you know.” sighing as you slumped against him.

“whatever, that cora girl’s guitar is cool as fuck!” he exclaimed pointing at the lead guitarist playing the last few chords to end the song.

you two continued talking as people started to clear out of the building for the night, while some others sat around trying to get one last drink from the bar, you and eddie now sitting at it as well.

“your girl is making her way back to us..” he sing-songed trying not to make it obvious.

“do i look okay?”

“you look the exact same way that you did, the first time she came around.” he chuckled, taking a long sip of his drink.

“have i ever told you that you’re no help?” you said blankly, pulling out your compact mirror.

“only about 9 or 10 times a week. sometimes a day if i’m lucky.” he said fixing your glasses which he always did, usually following behind it with a - ‘why are your glasses alway crooked, girl?’ or ‘are your glasses ever straight?’

“5 o’clock” he whispered to you, making you both turn around to greet her again. but with slight surprise on your faces when you saw the other three members of the hex girls standing there as well.

“hi! again! did you change your mind? about the interview i mean. because it’s really okay if you did, i wouldn’t want to waste your guys’ time.” you started to get into a ramble, making eddie sigh and put his hands in his face at your over-thinking.

“n-no, i actually do want to do it still! it’s just that i wanted to ask you something first?” she stammered out quickly making the girls behind her snicker to themselves at her.

however a pointed glare at them made them and eddie all turn to each other with wide eyes and start a conversation, giving you two privacy.

“well i was actually telling them about the interview, and they all agreed. but we’re having a cute little after party and wanted to invite you! so i was actually wondering if it’d be okay if we did it there?“ she rambled on, which threw you for a loop honestly. she seemed so confident earlier when you had spoke.

“y-yeah! that’d be great! eddie and i have never been to an after-party before! it sounds like a lot of fun!” you exclaimed, looking over to eddie who was talking animatedly with cora, maybe about her guitar, you figured.

in your few seconds of looking away from her though, you completely missed the way her smile dropped, and the almost.. angry? look on her face.

“e-eddie? he can’t come!” she snapped suddenly! making your head quickly snap back over to her, at her sudden change in tone. however her facial expression didn’t match what she’d said at all.

“i’m sorry?” you said confusedly, wondering if you had imagined it.

“oh i mean, it’s just that our after parties are usually just a girls only type of thing… if you know what i mean.” she said slowly.

“oh!” oh. there’s no way she meant what you’d thought she meant, right? no. right?

“why? is he your boyfriend or something?” cirice asked blankly, looking over at him briefly.

“oh no, no. eddie’s my bestfriend! i had to practically beg him to come tonight, actually!” you chuckled, making her smile again.

“so you’ll come?” she said sweetly.

“let me just go talk to him real quick? i just want to make sure he’s alright with it.” you said starting to back towards him.

“of course, we’ll be in the parking lot.” she said with a warm smile, though it seemed a little strained.

as you neared eddie and cora, who seemed to have long finished their conversation, and were just standing around at this point, eddie’s eyes lit up at the sight of you before saying something to her and she walked away.

“hey, cirice just-“

“invited you to a super exclusive, girls only after-party right? yeah i know.” he smirked.

“are you sure? i can ask again if you can come.” in all honesty you had felt a little nervous to be around them alone, and another feeling lingered but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

“y/n/n, y/n/n..” he tsked in disappointment. “this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” he started, throwing his arm around you, guiding you to the parking lot.

“you’re like, practically in love with this girl, and you may never forgive yourself if you don’t go. so here’s what we do.” he brought you towards his van, shrugging off his leather jacket and throwing it to you.

“now give me yours.” he demanded, leaning against it.

“why..?” you asked, shrugging your own jacket off nonetheless, and handing it to him.

“so then you’ll feel like i’m there with you, i guess! make you less nervous or something.” he looked at you before sighing.

“great! now!” he exclaimed dramatically, clearing his throat before leaning in close and saying- “ask me the question!”

“…how do i look?” you mumbled, staring at him with your eyebrows raised.

“absolutely amazing. as always.” he said seriously, with his hands on your shoulders. “anybody would be lucky to get any type of chance with you.”

“aw, you’re being such a sap, eddie!” you joked. “but thank you.”

“yeah, yeah. whatever! now get out of here, cirice looks like she’s about 10 seconds away from stabbing me in the heart with one of those dagger earrings.” he shuddered, turning you around and pushing you towards the girls.

“have fun! just call me when you’re ready to go home, alright?” he yelled from his van, beeping twice before peeling out of the parking lot.

he watched from his side-view mirror as your body got smaller, you still waving at him, the further the distance put between you two, a weird feeling in his stomach, but quickly brushing it off as he turned his music up, and started obnoxiously singing along to the metallica song playing.

hawkins, indiana | the hex girl’s van | 10:38 p.m.

you sat in the back of the van with cora and scarlett conversing with them as alice drove to wherever the after party was, with cirice in the passenger seat barking directions at her.

“you guys are really into the whole occult thing huh?” you chuckled, picking up a book with the word “witches” written in bold letters and red font with a just as red hexagram underneath it on the cover.

“mhm, i guess you can say that.” cora agreed, making scarlett laugh in agreement.

“so…” scarlett started, her and cora trying to throw popcorn into each other’s mouths, and finally succeeding before alice made a sharp turn, causing cora to cough hysterically.

“you and that guy. he your boyfriend?” she asked with a chuckle, as you roughly clapped cora on the back, trying to help her.

“oh, eddie! nope! he’s my best friend!” you beamed, patting cora’s back softly now as she thanked you meekly before harshly kicking the back of alice’s seat.

“must you drive like a psycho?! i could’a died just now!”

“well, tell cirice to quit yellin’ at me! she’s putting a lot of pressure on me right now, okay! it’s dark-“

as the two of them continued to yell back and forth, with cirice now yelling over the both of them to shut up, but to no avail.

scarlett recorded them with the video camera you’d brought along, as you both laughed at their antics. she suddenly turned it onto you, getting real close to your face before mimicking a nescaster voice saying-

“now. the question of the night is…..ahem, drumroll please if you will?” she stopped midway to ask you. you quietly ‘ohing’ before patting your hands on your thighs rhythmically, as she got back to it.

“ah, yes! as i was saying, the question of the night is….“ she started back in the newscaster voice before, asking in her normal voice, “are you a virgin?”

you laughed loudly expecting that to have been a joke, before realizing, that you were the only one laughing, in fact, you were the only one making any type of noise, because once you stopped, you could practically hear a pin drop in the small van. the only sounds being the sounds of their instrument cases moving back and forth with every slight bump. it felt as though they had all been waiting for an answer.

“oh.. you’re serious! uhhh. well…yeah, i am, actually.”

now you weren’t one of those girls, who lied about losing your virginity to impress people or anything, or in this case, lie about having not lost it yet. but hear me out! even some of your closest friends still thought you were a virgin! save for robin (and of course eddie), and even still robin didn’t even know who you’d lost it too! besides it wasn’t anyones business anyways, so you telling that tiny little fib was harmless. right?

“ha! i fucking knew it scar! you better pay up!” alice squealed from the drivers seat.

“really? huh, i guess i’ll take that one!” scarlett laughed, ignoring alice.

“you guys are bitches you know that?” cora groaned, shaking her head, while you looked on in confusion.

“oh no, no no! we aren’t making fun of you or anything y/n! i swear! it’s just that, scarlett here swore up and down that you were one of those undercover freaks or something, that’s done every sexual thing under the sun.” alice rolled her eyes.

“yeah! i was just like you once, so i just kinda figured is all.” scarlett said bashfully.

“and like i said earlier, ‘just because you’re a “shy slut”, doesn’t mean every other shy person is!” she teased her.

as the two start insulting each other back and forth, you giggled, before noticing cirice, who was oddly quiet during that conversation, sharply whisper something to cora making her jerk back, before cowering and sitting next to you.

“sorry about them. they’re weirdos.” she meekly said, before offering you a can of beer, that you accepted.

“oh you’re good! i figured it was just girl talk, you know? i mean i am kinda curious about that slut story, but! i mind my business!” you both laughed, her watching you closely as you took a long chug from the can, a slightly pitying expression on her face.

“gosh, it feels like we’ve been driving forever! are we almost there yet?” you asked, feeling antsy from having been sat down in the vehicle for so long.

“yeah, we’re almost there. if alice could follow instructions, we could’ve probably been there!” cirice spoke up after god knows how long.

“hmm”

after a few about 30 seconds, you leaned your head against the side of the van, groaning.

“you alright, back there?“ alice asked.

“y-yeah… actually no, could you pull over for a sec, i think i’m about to hurl..” you groaned holding your head in your hands.

“don’t worry we’re almost there.” cora guided your head to her lap gently.

“yeah, just close your eyes….it’ll all be okay soon sweetheart.” you thought you’d imagined scarlett saying that last part, being with how far away she sounded, but before you could ask her to repeat herself, everything went black.

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finally blinking your eyes open, it was still dark, so you figured it was night time. you could tell eddie’s jacket wasn’t on you anymore, being that the once chilly november air was freezing now. you tried to sit up so you could look around, but not only were your eyes still completely blurred, but you couldn’t sit up at all either. you hesrd voices around you talking however, so you at least knew you weren’t alone.

“hello? what’s going on? where the hell am i?”

“oh! you’re awake, thank goodness!” scarlett exclaimed, bounding over to you, and standing over you to rxamine your face.

“sc-scarlett what’s going on, why can’t i move?” you said becoming more coherent, jerking around, once you realized that you were, restrained to what felt like a smooth rock.

“well, we’re about to-“ she was cut off by cirice’s sharp yell.

“shut up, scarlett! jesus! quit talking to the damn sacrifice and come help alice with this shit!” she demanded

“you’re no fun, ‘rice! duty calls y/n, see ya!”

“wait! sacrifice?! this is a joke right? right?! what the hell is this?! let me go!

“shhh, shhh it’s okay honey, seriously. you have no clue how grateful for you we are, for volunteering to do this for us. it might actually work this time, so just don’t think about it too much, ‘kay?” she said calmly, all while standing behind you, trying to calm you down.

“i didn’t volunteer for shit, i need you to let me go, cirice please!” you tried to say calmly until you saw the sharp butterfly knife shining in the moonlight in her hands.

“noo, no, no, no. you want. me to let you go! and even then that’s not really what you want, or else you wouldn’t be here… right?” she said, leaning down closer over your face, her inverted cross necklace dangling over your forehead. looking at you upside down, as she gently glided the knife over your cheek.

you started to sob, realizing that she wasn’t really listening to you. “don’t do this! please! i won’t say anything if you let me go! i mean who would even believe me if i d-did! i’m just a girl, from some small town anyw-ways, please!”

cirice just patted your face and walked away to get her book, reading over it to make sure she memorized the spell to the t.

“alright! come on ladies let’s start this, already!” alice said walking over, putting the hood of the long black cloaks they were wearing on her head.

“yeah, i really feel like it might work this time.” scarlett, beamed standing over you as well. “cora, cheer up a little would you?”

“i just don’t understand why we have to do this! it hasn’t worked any of the other times, and we’ve been killing virgins for no reason for months now!” she said, over your loud sobs and pleads.

“are you trying to say that the practice is fake?” cirice snapped at her.

“no! but maybe we’re doing it wrong! i just feel-

“i’m not a virgin! wait! please! i-i-i-i’m not! i swear!” you attenpted to yell out, choking on your sobs.

thankfully they all heard you though. you didn’t get the reaction you were expecting though, which was for all of them to start laughing (except for cora) as if you’d told a funny joke.

“come onn. you expect us to believe that? you just said in the van that you were.” alice laughed.

“i was lying! please! i won’t tell a soul about this! just-“

“someone cover her mouth at least?” cora said, relenting, putting on her hood as well. knowing that they definitely weren’t going to back out now.

“no! no stop-“ your pleas were cut off by some cloth being stuffed into your mouth, muffling your screams.

“alright what’s the chant for this one again?” alice asked.

“you seriously forgot?!” scarlett rolled her eyes.

“it’s been months! was i supposed to remember?” she argued back.

“shut up! here it is. and pay attention because it’s not like our other ones.”

“we come here tonight, to sacrifice the body of y/n from hawkins, indiana.”

your muffled screams and writhing were drowned out by the sounds of the other three’s chanting about some shit you couldn’t be bothered to worry about once you saw cirice’s knife filled hands raised over your chest.

“with the deepest malice, we deliver this virgin unto thee!” she exclaimed, thrusting the knife down into your heart, before yanking it out and back in repeatedly over other parts of your body, as the girls did the same. your agonizing screams through the cloth in your mouth drowned out into the night sky, along with the girls’ screeching laughter at your agony.

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“hey, don’t feel too bad, cora!” scarlett tried to sooth the sobbing girl in the back of the van.

her attempt at calm words were nothing but white noise to the girl however, as she sat next to your covered body, trying to keep it from moving too much as the van went over branches, leaves, and logs as alice tried to drive it out of the forest.

“shut up! shut up, scarlett! she didn’t deserve that, none of them did!” cora cried, even harder than before.

“it didn’t even work! we’re just murderers.” she cried, hugging your limp body to hers.

“hey! what did i tell you about that word!” cirice snapped at her. “we. aren’t. murderers! okay? this is for a good cause, and you know it! and would you quit hugging that damn thing, it’s not gonna hug back!” she screamed.

“she! and her name was y/n! and now she’s dead for no reason!” cora continued to cry.

“cirice is right it was for a good cause. and i mean, hey, we’ll even let you give her a nice little funeral this time, with the grave and everything we won’t even rush you either! in fact, alice pull over!” scarlett said enthusiastically.

“pull over where? we’re in the middle of nowhere.” she mumbled, still disappointed that the sacrifice didn’t work.

“just stop here! anything to quit cora’s whining.” cirice mumbled

the van halted, still smack dab in the middle of the woods, as scarlett and cora climbed out, each holding and end of your dead-weighted, body.

“we’ll be right back! alice, grab the shovels will ya?” scarlett said from a distance. alice got out and pulled the shovels from underneath her seat.

“we’ll try not to take long.” alice grimaced, practically feeling the irritation coming off of their leader in waves.

“whatever. just speed it up will you!” she mumbled, closing her eyes, before the driver’s side door closed.

it had been a good while since the girls had left to go bury you. however, cirice didn’t know that being that she’d fallen asleep 5 minutes after they’d left. so imagine her surprise when she opened her eyes and realized that she was still alone in the van.

“are they serious? i swear i’m gonna kill ‘em.” she practically growled to herself as she yanked the door open and started towards the direction she’d seen them walking in.

“how long does it take to bury a fucking body!? huh?!” she yelled out once she saw the lights from their flashlights in the distance.

“hello?! can we get a move on, please?!” i don’t wanna be in this damn town anymore!” she said once she finally got to them.

now joining the sounds of the november winds blowing the leaves of hawkins’ tall trees, critters, and animals that night was the screams of bloody murder coming from cirice’s mouth as she couldn’t do anything else but that and stare at the mutilated bodies and remains of what she called her dearest friends.

hawkins, indiana | the munson trailer | 3:32 a.m.

eddie had long since called your mother, to let her know of the change in plans that had occured, of how after the performance, instead of doing the interview you had told her about, at the hideout, and then staying over at eddie’s, you’d been invited to a small little after party to do it instead. she didn’t mind, being that he told her you’d call him to pick you up afterwards.

that had been right after eddie had gotten home at about 11. he’d long since worked on his next campaign, played his guitar, and even watched reruns of jem and the holograms! (not that he’d ever admit that he watched it outside of the times you forced him to.)

so imagine eddie’s surprise when he woke up and realized that you’d never called him to come get you. he looked over at the time, and groaned, realizing that you’d never called him.

“what the hell..” he mumbled, still staring over at the time.

‘maybe she got laid and just stayed the night with them.’ he thought to himself, trying to think of all the reasons.

he turned over, realizing that he couldn’t even call you because he didn’t know where the party was!

“oh my- shit!” he jumped up, being startled by your silhouette standing in front of his closet.

“y/n?? how did you get here? was the party close? why didn’t you call i could’ve picked you up anyways..” he sleepily stammered out all of his questions.

you didn’t answer him though, you only stood there, quietly.

it was dark, and he couldn’t see your face at all, but you’d slept over enough times to realize that it was you.

“okay… so.. how was it? the party.”

“…fine.” you said blankly.

“well then, you must’ve had a fun night.” he said, attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes, being that he still couldn’t see you.

“it was…eventful.” you murmered in the same tone, before you started giggling hysterically, as if you’d been holding it in, and just couldn’t anymore. he’d never heard you laugh like that before.

“well.. we can talk about it tomorrow i’m sure you’re tired, c’mere.” he awkwardly patted the side of his bed that you usually slept on.

“i brought your jacket back.” you said, again in a blank monotonous tone. “i’m actually gonna head home.”

“i’m gonna…head home though? my mom dropped me off actually.” you’d said, walking towards his door.

“wait what? are you okay? did something happen tonight?”

“don’t worry about it, i’ll see you tomorrow, eddie.”

“okay, hold on, you’re acting weird.” he’d said, turning on his bedside lamp so he could finally see you better, but when he looked back to where you’d been standing, there was no trace of you.

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a/n: the way this took me 16 days to write is insane 😭

i hate it here 🫤

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