#before i think nancy could interact with chrissy and not look down on her

[ghostlynimbus]

So many stranger things characters are so under developed that including them in any fics feels basically like writing OCs and also there are not enough girl characters

[theonewiththefanfics]

Ten Things I Like About You (one-shot)

Synopsis: There is one rule for Y/N to accept Jason Carver's advances: if he wants to go out with her, the jock has to name ten things he likes about the resident 'Freak'Eddie Munson. Can he do it?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, Jason being a dick as usual, nothing else I can think of (minimally edited)

Genre: fluff mainly

Word count: 3085

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Y/N Y/L/N was an enigma at Hawkins High. Not unpopular by any means, but didn’t run directly in with the ‘it’ crowd either. She was friends or at least friendly with most of the cliques, but even with the ones she didn’t interact with, she didn’t bully or look down on them, simply coexisted without any problems. Eddie thought it was probably why he’d started to crush on the girl.

Typically, she’d be sitting by the cheerleader table, her and the Queen of Hawkins High Chrissy Cunningham being as thick as thieves unless Nancy Wheeler had taken some time off from their newspaper to come and eat a bit, but starting from a couple of months ago, from time to time, he’d find the girl by his Hellfire Club table. She wouldn’t bother them, wouldn’t talk, wouldn’t even look at them, simply sat down and started to push around the sludge-like mashed potatoes or scrutinize the way-too-orange looking mac‘n’cheese on her plate.

At first, Eddie wanted to snark at her, wanted to tell her to get lost, but the day Y/N had first taken a seat at the far end of their table, he’d noticed how she’d closed her eyes for a moment, took in a deep breath and exhaled. And then, when she did open her eyes – it was like a giant boulder had come off her shoulders. And he understood it. Maybe not exactly what or why she felt that way, but he did, and Eddie’d be damned if it didn’t make his heart skip a beat at the thought, she felt safe around him and his bunch, safe enough to let down her guard like that.

Slowly it had become a routine. Seemingly whenever Y/N had too much of something, she’d take a now unofficially assigned seat at the right end of their table and just sit there. She’d throw them a small smile and a wave, then pull out her Walkman and put the headphones on, disconnecting her from the surrounding world, and Eddie had sort of taken it upon himself to make sure Y/N enjoyed her forty minutes of peace unbothered. Maybe he’d sometimes let Robin Buckley or Chrissy take her out of the zen state, but for anyone else, Eddie would give the most menacing and crazy look he could muster, so the person tucked their tail between their legs and turned the other way, leaving the girl alone.

This was one of those days where Y/N needed to get away from the crowd, it seemed, as Eddie watched how her shoulders and back tensed more and more with every second the guys from the basketball team spoke around her while she sat next to Chrissy, before something in her snapped. She placed a gentle palm on the other girl’s hand, squeezed it and stood up, taking her food tray with her, as well as her book bag.

Loud “oh, come on, Y/N!” followed her, but she didn’t even look back, rather gritted her teeth so as to seemingly not let out whatever it was, she wanted to actually say.

With a deep sigh, she dropped the bag on the ground, and a bit more carefully placed the red plastic tray on the table as to not let the questionable meal of the day slip off.

She was wearing a pair of light baggy jeans, some graphic tee of an obscure-looking indie movie printed on, tucked behind the waistband and cinched with a black belt while a knitted patchwork cardigan kept her warm in the still somewhat cool spring winds.

Y/N looked comfortable, and that was also one of the things Eddie liked about her. She didn’t really follow the newest fashion trends. Sure, her clothes were mostly styled in a way that reflected whatever was in at that moment, but she did it in her own way. Eddie was pretty much sure, he’d seen that cardigan on her all throughout high school. She didn’t hide behind clothes to create a persona, she used that and make-up, or on some days none of it, to enhance who she already was.

“Shit,” Y/N muttered under her breath, bringing Eddie out from his thoughts as her fork clattered below the table.

Grumbling, she put her Walkman away to lean down and grab it, but the freshman Mike, who’d Eddie had recruited for the D&D club, beat her to it.

“Here,” the boy mumbled, and Y/N flashed him a grateful smile.

“Thanks. But I probably should get a new one. I don’t think I’m brave enough to put anything in my mouth that’s touched the cafeteria floor. Don’t want to be the cause of the new Black Plague or some shit.” She snorted. “Besides, I’ve made it to the end of my senior year. It’d be quite pathetic to kick the bucket like a couple of months before that.���

“Not as pathetic as repeating the senior year, over and over again,” Eddie chuckled from the head of the table, but Y/N didn’t laugh along with him at his self-deprecating joke.

“Just because someone’s not academically skilled, doesn’t mean they’re pathetic.” She was frowning. “I’ve heard you play, Eddie. You’re amazing. I have no doubt that when you get out of this hellhole, you’ll do big things. Just… just don’t give up yet, don't write yourself off like that.”

Eddie was one hundred percent sure he was blushing like a madman, but the soft smile she gave him made his heart soar at her kind words, let alone at the fact she had heard him play and had said he was talented. The man was just about ready to combust from the love in his chest.

Truth be told, Eddie was also academically inclined, it’s just that whatever the school threw his way couldn’t hold his attention for more than a second. He was excellent at math because of D&D, but when it came to finding the x on a Pythagorean theorem, he was lost because there was no intrigue behind it. He was an amazing storyteller, but his grammar wasn’t the best, and his handwriting was even worse, so most of the time even he couldn’t figure out what he’d written on the page, getting himself a fat D- for the unintelligible scribbles.

“Shit,” Mike muttered, bringing Eddie out from his daydreams and making him look up at the freshman, but his eyes were trained somewhere over Y/N’s shoulder.

Slowly he followed as she glanced backwards, and groaned as they noted Jason Carver walking up the Hellfire table, the whole club growing stiff and frowns etching themselves onto their faces.

“Not one single day of fucking peace,” Y/N mumbled under her breath and rolled her eyes.

“You okay?” Eddie leaned closer to her over the table. “Just give the word and I’ll tell him to fuck right off from here. I have no problems making a scene.”

“No.” She sighed, stabbing the fork into the food with a ferocity, Eddie could only imagine it was someone’s face. Hopefully that someone's that was sauntering their way. “Don’t. The shit he does and says to you is bad enough, so please don’t add any fuel to the fire on my account. Sorry, by the way.” She grimaced. “For all of that.”

Eddie shook his head. “It’s not like you’re saying those things, which by the way, thank you.”

Y/N frowned even more. “You shouldn’t be thanking me for being a decent person. Fuck how low has the bar gotten exactly?”

His snort made her lips quirk up in a smile, but all of it was wiped away when Jason cleared his throat. 

For a moment she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, as if gathering her self-composure, before turning around in her seat with a raised brow. “Can I help you, Carver?”

“I just - uh - look.” Jason gave Y/N the most charming smile he could muster. “I know the guys can be a lot with the teasing, but I actually came here to say that honestly maybe we should do it, you know...”

She looked at him as if he’d grown a second head. “Should what?”

“Go on that date. I mean I think we’d look pretty cute together.”

“Yes, well, some people think hairless mole rats are cute, but you don’t really argue about taste,” Y/N deadpanned and once again Eddie snorted.

Jason threw him a scalding glare. “Something funny, freakshow?”

“Carver,” she snapped. “Seriously?”

The basketball player’s hands balled into fists, but it seemed like he knew throwing a punch at Eddie would be completely counterproductive. “Okay, look.” He averted his eyes to Y/N. “Can you just come back and sit with us? At least away from… them? I know that all of this,” he gestured towards the Hellfire Club. “Is just an act, okay. I know you’re trying to play hard to get, but at least do it with someone of your own status.”

“My own status? Who the fuck do you think we are?” the girl scoffed. “This is high school, Jason, not the Queen’s court.”

“This shit’ll follow you after high school, Y/N.” Jason looked up and down at Eddie as if he was vermin. “I’m just trying to help you make the right choices.”

Honestly, Eddie wasn’t even listening to what the asshole was saying as he watched in fascination as a plan developed in her head. 

“You know what, Jason, you are right,” she said. “I will go out on a date with you, and I will never talk to anyone at this table. In fact, I'll never even walk past here again.”

Well, there went any chance Eddie had.

“If…”

Oh.

Y/N’s eyes met his. Eddie gulped, watching her stand up and slowly saunter away. His heart was beating a mile a minute and even though he didn’t have asthma, he was sure this was how an asthma attack felt, breaths coming in shorter and shorter as Y/N stood behind him.

For a second there was non-verbal communication between the two, as Y/N asked with her eyes if he was alright with her touching him, and he gave her a barely-there nod. Then her palms slowly settled on his shoulders before sliding over them and down and down his chest until she had her chin perked in the crook of his neck, her fingers intertwined right below his pecks, and oh, God, Eddie was gonna pass out.

He was desperately trying not to squirm because if there was one place on his body that was ticklish, it was his neck and collarbones area, but Eddie would stay still like the dead if it kept Y/N’s chin on his shoulder.

She was hugging him, her breaths tickling his neck, as his mind whirred, not even able to process any words coming out of her or Jason’s mouth, the rest of the cafeteria background having turned into white noise. All that existed was Y/N’s scent, and her touch, and her body weight pressing against his back and oh god, oh god, oh god.

“ – isn’t that right, Eddie?” Y/N’s voice invaded his ears and he blinked rapidly to get back to reality.

“What?”

“I said a guy should prove himself to a girl before asking her out, right?”

Eddie swallowed, and nodded, his eyes unable to break from Y/N’s gaze. “Right, yeah. Of course. Definitely. One hundred percent.”

“So then.” Y/N looked at Jason. “Don’t you think you’d have to prove to me I wouldn’t waste my time with you?”

Jason had his arms crossed, glaring at Eddie as he sucked on his teeth, probably trying to figure out a hundred different ways as to how to punch in his nose, but reluctantly looked at Y/N.

“Name your price, Y/L/N.”

“You, Jason Carver, have to name ten nice things about Eddie here. And you have to say them like you mean them.”

Jason let out a laugh, and the rest of the gathered basketball team mimicked him. Eddie hadn't even noticed his goons had gathered to watch the spectacle. “What? I meant something I can actually do.”

“I can start.” Y/N shook her head and smiled as if she was oblivious as to what he’d meant. “But obviously you can’t use my examples, you have to come up with your own. For one.” She turned to the side and looked Eddie directly into his eyes. Yep. He was for sure dead. Had to be. Or definitely was going to be because he wasn’t breathing. Was his heart still working? He wasn’t sure. “I absolutely love how you can play the guitar. I think it’s amazing. It takes dedication and skill to keep up with something like that. And well, I’d say it certainly means you’re good with your fingers, which is an added bonus girls definitely appreciate.”

You know what? If lightning struck him then and there, Eddie would be completely fine by it. Was he a massive virgin? Yes, very much so, he’d never even fingered a girl before, but holy shit, he’d play the guitar until his fingertips bled, if what Y/N said was true, especially if that was her opinion.

“Come on, Y/L/N.” Jason let out a chuckle of disbelief, but Eddie could see he was seething underneath, and it was very much so an enjoyable sight. “Stop playing. Tell me what I actually have to do to get you on a date with me and away from these lowlifes.”

Y/N simply shrugged, pressing her cheek against Eddie’s, pouting as she did so. “What do you mean? I already did – name ten nice things about Eddie. It can be about his looks, what he’s good at, how he’s helped someone – anything. Here’s an easy one – his mind is absolutely brilliant. You have to have amazing imagination to come up with such complex Dungeons & Dragons campaign plots, and I think he’d make an amazing novelist if he put those ideas on paper.”

“He’s a freak.” Jason finally snapped, sneering with as much venom as he could muster. Eddie wouldn’t be surprised if he actually was a snake underneath that skin and hair gel.

Y/N snorted and straightened out, but her palms remained rested on Eddie’s shoulders and he couldn’t help himself but settle his own over hers. Their fingers intertwined and she squeezed his palm in response. He was in heaven.

“And what, you’re not?” Y/N scoffed. “Jason, you’re obsessed with chasing an orange ball around a court like you’re a fucking dog who needs to hear ‘good boy’ every time you almost put it in the hoop. You think you’re so nice and all when you’re the most judgmental piece of shit I know. I asked you to name just ten nice thing about Eddie, and you couldn’t even pull some bullshit one out of your ass, but I definitely can name ten things I hate about you starting with the fact that you’re so high up your own ass you can’t take ‘no’ for an answer. I don’t care about sitting next to you, let alone going on a date with you. The fact that you can’t see beyond your own prejudices, makes me know I did the right choice by telling you to go screw your hand the first time around.”

“You’ll regret this,” Jason sneered. “I’m trying to save you, can’t you see? You’ve been sitting with them so long it’s started to corrupt you.”

She raised her brow. “Will I? Because from my standpoint my future looks pretty a-okay. And saved from what? A fantasy game? You think an elf is gonna chop my head off in the real world? Or some orc's siren-like voice will lure me to my doom? Get a grip, Carver, and get out of my face before I smash it in for you.”

Jason was absolutely seething, his face flushed red while his chest heaved up and down, throwing one final look at Eddie who had a satisfied smirk on his own. “Just you wait, Y/L/N, and you’ll see the true nature of these – these Devil worshippers. And when you do, don’t come crawling back to us.”

“Jason, if you had the last glass of water on earth and I was on fire, I’d rather be consumed by those Hellish flames you’re afraid of than go near you with a ten-foot pole.”

And just to add the cherry on top, just to piss him off even more Eddie wiggled his fingers in a ‘bye-bye’ motion.

For a moment, Jason stammered, clenching and unclenching his fists as if readying himself for a pounce, but even with the whole basketball team behind him, he’d been humiliated by Y/N already, and if Principal Higgins came in to see a brawl, he'd surely believe the girl's version of the story, mainly because Chrissy Cunningham would a hundred percent stand by her best friend.

Eddie was sure he’d pay for her sticking up for him later, and no doubt Jason would find a way to make Y/N’s life a hell, but for now, they celebrated, as Carver turned on his heel and stalked away, the whole of Hellfire erupting in cheers and whoops.

“I’m so in love with you,” Eddie breathed out and Y/N threw her head back in a laugh. He swore it was the most beautiful sound in the world before he realized he’d said his thoughts out loud.

“Yep, and you said that out loud too.” Her smile was blinding, as she took the offered seat at Eddie’s side one of the boys sliding further, instead of retreating to the one at the end of the table. “But it’s okay. I – uh – I kinda like you too. It’s what made putting Jason in his place double the joy.”

Fuck it. It was high-time he shot his shot. “So, if I asked you out on a date would you tell me to go and screw my hand or would you give me a chance?”

She rested her chin on her palm, giving him a coy smile. “Well, can you name ten things you like about me?” 

Eddie leaned in closer, their noses almost brushing, wide grins on both of their faces. “Baby I have a whole list – would you like to hear it alphabetically or by the dates I noticed them?”

“Your pick, Eddie.”

By the time he walked that graduation stage and flipped Principal Higgins off, he hadn’t even gotten to B yet as the list was ever growing.

So was hers.

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Jealousy, jealousy

Warnings; Angst, jealousy, jealousy, mentions of blood, possessive Eddie, smutty, smutty smut, smut. 18+ minors do not interact.

Based on this idea of mine. I've changed a couple of small things but the plot is still the same.

Having vampire Eddie thots 👀😏 imagine Eddie using the reader as a source for blood and he makes sure she knows it means nothing and is just an arrangement.

Chrissy is in the picture (she didnt die due to Vecna's curse) and her and Eddie are trying to date but everytime it doesn't work out like they want and neither know why.

The reader finding out about Chrissy decides she could never compete with the blonde and knows she has to move on from Eddie.

For the last few weeks, she's been having deeper feelings for him but since he made it clear that their 'relationship' means nothing she decides to date someone else.

Eddie finds out when the reader hasn't been around for a few days and sees her with her date and the guy is cozying up to her, kissing her neck, and being very into her.

She's mine is all he can think in his head and hes just possessive and extremely jealous and doesn't want anyone near her which is when he realizes he wants to be with her and not Chrissy.

He scares the shit out of the reader's date and takes her home.

They argue and smuttiness ensues. He fucks her until she can't even remember her date's name.

That's as far as I get but it would be super fun to write.👀

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I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

If you enjoy this fic pls consider giving it a reblog, it is very much appreciated.

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Eddie moans as yn's warm blood seeps into his mouth, she tastes divine and he pulls her closer her whole body is flush against his and he has to control the way he reacts to her pressed so tight against him.

He pulls away not wanting to take too much from her and she whimpers as he lets go.

Her eyes are wide, pupils blown and he smirks kinda enjoying the effect he has on her.

He gives her a little of his blood and the wound on her wrist seals shut.

Meanwhile, she watches him lost in her thoughts. For weeks now she had been falling for Eddie but she knew this thing between them meant nothing.

She offered her blood to him so he would have a blood source and he didn't kill anyone, he would heal her if he took too much and that was that.

They were friends... Sometimes they talked a lot, especially through the first few weeks of getting used to Eddie feeding on her but it was just so she was comfortable.

"What are you up to tonight?" she asks him curiously as he buttons up his shirt, the wound he made for her to drink from on his neck was healed already.

She tries not to look at his tattoos, or his chest, or anything like that because looking at him made her want him more.

"I'm meeting up with Chrissy" she pauses as he says this and her stomach sinks. Chrissy Cunningham?

"Oh... Are you together now?" he nods.

"We haven't decided anything yet" she is aware of her heart racing and the way it feels like it's aching too hard in her chest.

Swallowing the hurt she gives him a big smile.

"That's great Eddie" he doesn't reply, he's watching her concerned.

"You okay sweetheart? Your hearts racing? Did I take too much blood?" shit! she forgot about his vampire hearing.

"I'm fine Eddie" he doesn't look convinced but seeing the stubborn set of her jaw he backs down.

"Right, I'll see you tomorrow. Henderson's party" she nods and waits until he's left via her window before she sinks back on her bed feeling sick.

Chrissy and Eddie. It made sense as they probably trauma bonded with all that shit happening in the upside down and with Vecna.

Thank God that was all over with now that Vecna and The Upside Down were no more.

What was she thinking though? Falling for Eddie. Chrissy would always have his attention and not her, she could never compete with Chrissy.

Maybe Nancy was right and she should forget her feelings for Eddie and be with someone who liked her.

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Eddie wasn't sure why things were so awkward with him and Chrissy? They had been together for a little while. Gone on a couple dates and kissed and while it was nice something was amiss.

Perhaps he was overthinking it? It's just as much as they bonded after Vecna and like his friends, she gave him a sense of normalcy... something still felt amiss.

She was sweet and kind to him and kissing her was nice but he didn't want just nice, he wanted to feel something... More.

It was stressing him out and he didnt know how to deal with it. He had asked Steve for advice and Steve said that if it wasn't working between him and Chrissy then he needed to end it and not drag it out.

He didn't want to hurt Chrissy though as she had been a good friend to him.

Honestly he just didnt know what to do.

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With all the stress between him and Chrissy spending a moment with yn pressed against him as he sucked greedily at the cut on her shoulder made him bliss out for a few seconds.

Gripping her close to him, makes him forget all of his troubles, and he sucks in a pleasure-filled moan as her hand fisted in his hair.

He pulls away and she looks a bit dazed but once he has fed her a little of his blood she quickly recovers.

"You taste incredible," he tells her, not for the first time and she looks away flustered.

'You sure know how to charm a woman, Munson, what time is it? " he shrugs feeling deliciously at ease.

"Nearly six" her eyes widen and she gets up in a panic.

"Fuck" he chuckles amused at her.

"What's the rush?" she shrugs on her jacket and applies some lipstick.

"I'm meeting someone" something twinges in Eddie's gut.

"A friend?" she shakes her head.

"A date, I have a date. Nancy set us up" he is quiet for a moment and he doesn't like the way his stomach sours at the thought, a visceral twist of jealousy bubbles up inside him.

"Since when were you dating?" he asks confused and trying to tamper down that hot burning surge of envy in his body.

"Danny is a nice guy" the name registers and conjures up a blonde blue-eyed guy, a basketball player, friend of Carver.

"Him? the guy is a douchebag" she glowers at him.

"We're not in high school anymore Eddie" she points out to him sternly and he shuts up.

"Anyway, I need you to make yourself scarce, I'm meeting Danny, and we are heading back here. I'm making him dinner"

Eddie sits on the bed stunned.

"You're kicking me out?" he doesn't know why it bothers him so much but it does and she smiles at his expression.

"Quit pouting Munson" she teases him and then presses a kiss on his cheek. His hand touches the spot and it feels like his whole body is electrified.

Shit... he was fucked.

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Truth be she had a nice time with Danny, he was fun to be around and kind. Her mind kept repeating Eddie's reaction to the date and she wonders if he was jealous?

No. It couldn't be that, there was no way. Perhaps he was just concerned as a friend?

Yeah, that must be it.

Turning her attention back to Danny and their second date she lets him kiss her and hopes it distracts her from those annoying racing thoughts of hers.

Well that's what she hoped but she didn't see Eddie walk into the diner and freeze on the spot as he saw Danny kissing her and then move to nibble at her shoulder.

Right, where Eddie's bite mark was.

Eddie meanwhile was stunned as he watched the pair. Up until Danny reached the spot on her shoulder where he had drank from her.

That's when Eddie's self-control snapped and it was on a very thin thread, to begin with.

Without thinking he walks over to the table and Danny who hears him approach and smirks at him.

"Anything you want Munson?" the sheer stupidity of the douche to be all smug makes Eddie's mood darken.

"I'd like to talk to yn for a start" he focuses his attention on her and she is watching him with a strange expression on her face- like she can't work him out.

Join the club sweetheart.

"She's busy" Danny insists stubbornly and a growl slips from Eddie's throat which makes Danny freeze the color draining from his features and yn looks up at him furious.

"I haven't made things clear dude. Leave" Danny whimpers then scampers away and he can feel the anger roll of yn in waves.

She storms out and he follows her, she gets in his van and won't speak to him until they are at his trailer and then she unleashes hell on him.

"Edward Munson! How dare you crash my date and scare him into leaving?" Eddie is distracted for a second by how beautiful she looks when she's mad, she's always been beautiful and now he is just noticing how much?

Great work there Eddie.

"The dude is a pussy and he isn't good enough for you" it's apparently the wrong thing to say as she gets even madder and her eyes spark dangerously.

"You frightened him half to death with that stupid growl! Coming in acting like some caveman and all-alpha male, it wasn't right"

"I wasnt... She cuts him off.

"Oh yes, you were! What business is it of yours who I date or kiss?" Eddie glares at her and he snorts.

"That boy could never please you princess" she walks right up to him and is fuming.

"Listen here, Eddie. You. Don't. Own. Me' she punctuates each word and then takes a breath calming down... slightly.

"I decide who I want to please me, not you. I don't know why you care so much since I'm just a blood bag to you. A happy meal on legs"

That is the thing that breaks the anger in the air and she turns away from him, theres tears in her eyes.

"Sweetheart" he doesn't know what to say to this because at first, he didn't know her well, she was just a friend of Steve's who he was just beginning to learn about for a month or so.

Then their arrangement started and he made sure she knew it was just that- an arrangement.

Still, he got to know her and considered her a friend. Not a blood bag.

"That's not what I think at all" he tells her furious and she turns around and faces him.

"Oh really? Is that why you showed up at the diner? For blood. Well fine" she tugs off her jacket and she's wearing a figure-hugging dress that erases all thoughts from his mind.

Her chest is heaving and he swallows as she uses her nail to create a thin cut right above her chest.

"Well go on then! Drink and then I'll leave since that's all I'm good for" she snaps and he races towards her using his vampiric speed and traps her up against the wall.

"You shouldn't have done that" he drawls and then he is kissing her and fireworks go off in his head.

When has a kiss ever felt this good? she moans into his mouth and he groans feeling how hard he is just by kissing her.

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Eddie's lips are on hers and she kisses him back fiercely, both fight for dominance until he presses her flush against his chest and his fingers disappear between her thighs and begin to tease her aching core.

"So wet already sweetheart" he coos and she whimpers in desire and their clothes fall to the floor as they tear each others off.

Any coherent thought leaves her mind the minute that her naked body entwines with Eddie's and all she can think about is kissing every single inch of him.

The chemistry between them is electric and she can't get enough of the way his lips feel on her body, that wicked tongue.

"Eddie" she mewls desperate to feel him inside her and he winks at her, he slides into her his expression blissful.

"You're so tight, baby, so perfect. Mine" he grunts and she tightens around him slowly growing used to the feel of him deep inside her.

The moans that fill the room as he begins to move are sinful and she can barely hold back her orgasm as Eddie asks her too.

"Eddie, I can't hold back for much longer, I'm so close" his thrusts quicken and she moves along with him kissing him hungrilly.

"Fuck" Eddie shouts and his hands tighten around her wrists, his eyes flash deep red and he sinks his teeth into her neck as they both experience a mindblowing orgasm.

He sucks at her blood greedily then moves down to the cut on her chest lapping at the smear of blood.

The feeling of it has her teetering towards her second orgasm and she almost blacks out from the pleasure.

Eddie cuts his hand and lets her feed off him and the cuts on her body heal. She cuddles up close to him and he peers down at her.

"I hope you don't think we are finished beautiful?" he croons softly and she stares up at him stunned and soon turns into a moaning mess as his thumb rubs her sensitive clit.

"I plan to have my wicked way with you all night" all night? Her heart speeds up at the thought and heat pools in her lower stomach.

"As you wish handsome" she grins and kisses him again.

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Eddie wakes up before yn does and watches her sleep for a few seconds. Everything feels so right, last night was the most mindblowing night of his life and now he knows he wants to be with yn he isn't wasting a second.

What a dumbass he is, he should have seen it from the start. Without hesitation, he gets dressed and heads over to Chrissy's for a long overdue talk.

It turns out that when he admits that he sees Chrissy as just a friend she feels the exact way about him.

It turns out she has been falling for Gareth and he urges her to tell him how she feels knowing Gareth has always had a crush on Chrissy.

Then he heads back to his and finds yn still sleeping, he strips naked and climbs back into bed kissing her hair.

She stirs and smiles kissing him softly and then snuggling into his chest while he tells her that he told Chrissy that he just wants to be friends.

When she hears about Chrissy's crush on Gareth she beams.

"How sweet! They will make such a sweet couple" she bites her lip and trails little circles around his chest.

"So are we together now Eddie?" he nods and kisses her forehead.

"Yes, I'm sorry it took you going on a date with a douche for me to realize my feelings sweetheart but I plan to make it up to you, my beautiful girl"

Her eyes widen.

"Shit! I have to speak to Danny and a least apologize for last night" he huffs and pulls her back into bed.

"No, stay" she relents just a little bit and then smiles wickedly.

"So I shouldn't take him out for a friendly coffee and apologize?" he knows she is teasing but his reaction is still the same.

Growling he pins her beneath him and kisses her until she is breathless.

"You. Are. Mine" he says each word between kisses and she giggles.

"Happily. So what was it you were saying about making things up to me?" he grins and captures his lips with hers.

[familyvideostevie]

Could you do a Steve harrington request where the Henderson!reader is avoiding him because of Nancy so when they break into the Creel house, she offers to get Eddie food so Steve is antsy when they go to find them at Skull Rock worried she might have fallen for Eddie?

i've never done henderson!reader before, but here is my attempt for you, doll! let me know what you think < 3 | 1.4k, fem!reader, jealous!steve, a litttttle angst but fluff in the end, mention of patrick getting vecna'd, eddie being a good pal, language, some gentle fudging of the s4 timeline

Steve knows the last thing he should be worrying about is why you're avoiding him, but he can't help it. Every time he and Nancy enter the room you slip out of it. You're quieter than normal, hardly joking with him and sticking to Dustin and the kids more than normal. But his head is buzzing with keeping everything straight and worrying about how he's going to keep you and Nancy and Robin and everyone safe. Maybe you're just feeling a little out of the loop -- after all, you'd only moved to Hawkins last fall to live with your mom and brother. Dustin had done his best to fold you into the group, and while Steve thinks he and Robin have done a good job at making you feel welcome, all that got you was a ticket to some bullshit happening in an alternate dimension.

So, he's staring at you as you all walk up to the Creel House and wondering how he'll get you to talk to him. Robin notices and leans over.

"Did you ask her out and she turned you down, or something?" Steve shakes his head. He'd planned to do exactly that before Chrissy Cunningham got Vecna'd, he'd even asked Dustin about it -- who said, "Weird dude, don't ask me about that" -- but, well. Shit got in the way. Such is Steve's life.

"Go talk to her," Robin hisses.

"I've been trying," Steve whispers back. He makes eye contact with Nancy she lifts her chin in a silent question. Steve's eyes bounce to you and you're watching the interaction but quickly turn away to jog up to the house. "Shit," he says. "Hey, wait --" He's about to come after you when the radio crackles in Dustin's hand.

"Henderson? Henderson, I need backup here, dude! They're onto me!" You surge over to grab it from your brother.

"I'll be there soon, Eddie," you say into it. "Stay hidden."

"Hurry up, other Henderson!" You hand your flashlight to Dustin and cuff him gently on the head.

"I'll take a bike over there," you say to everyone, already heading back down to the street.

"Woah, woah, woah," Steve says, something in the back of his mind not liking the idea of you going to defend Munson alone. "I'll come."

"No, Steve," you say, not looking at him as you mount the bike. "I'll be faster alone and we'll hide better this way. Plus, you guys need the time together." You shoot a glance at him and Nancy and before he can begin to ask you what you mean you're speeding off down the street.

"What the fuck," he says. "Why did we let her do that?"

"She'll be fine," Dustin calls. "It's just Eddie."

"That's what I'm worried about," Steve mutters.

"Can we get into this creepy house, already?" Max calls.

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You know as you're pedaling that there's no way you'll get to Eddie in time, but you could not bring yourself to ask Steve to drive you. He's your friend, they all are, but the last few days have been making your head spin. Dustin had spelled everything out for you when you moved to Hawkins but you'd never thought you'd see it yourself. You thought that it would be smooth sailing, a chance to get to know your little brother better, and maybe go out with his cute friend, Steve.

But there's Vecna to worry about and the looks that Nancy and Steve keep exchanging and you think maybe it's better to not get involved with that and focus on the very real, very scary shit happening in front of you. You skid to a stop above the boat house and see that Jason and his cronies are already down there looking for Eddie.

"Shit," you whisper. You ditch the bike in the bushes and try to creep down the slope but then Eddie comes bursting out, the jocks on his heels. You crouch down and watch, trying not to blow your cover but looking for an entrance to help Eddie.

But then everything happens so fast. Eddie gets in the boat and the boys swim after him and then Patrick rises into the air and it's dark but the moon is shining bright and you can't look away as you see the worst thing you've ever seen in your life and promptly throw up in a bush.

Eddie makes his way back to shore and spots you, rushing over with abject horror on his face.

"What the fuck just happened?" he says hoarsely. "Did you see that?" You can only nod and he reaches out to run his hands along your arms. You realize belatedly you're trembling.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner, I saw them and I waited but then Patrick --" your voice breaks. "Oh my god, Eddie, you've seen it twice."

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't want to dwell on it?" He rubs his hands down his face. "Let's go, Harrington and Dustin will kill me if those letterman asshats find you." He grabs you and you start running. As soon as you get your hands on the radio, Eddie finds the frequency and you hear Dustin shouting.

"Do you copy? Do you copy? Are you okay? Where is my sister?"

"I'm here," you say, grabbing it from Eddie. "We're fine."

"Is she there? Give that to me, Henderson," Steve calls, and the line crackles. "Munson, do you know where Skull Rock is?"

Eddie laughs, an exhausted but pleasant sound. You can't wait for this to be over so you can be friends.

"Spicy, Harrington," he says.

"Just get there, dude. Be careful." Steve sounds pissed, and you're sure you're missing something. But Eddie just sighs, the laughter gone.

"Are we actually heading to a rock shaped like a skull?" you ask, but he just starts walking.

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If he's honest, Steve is freaked the fuck out. He has no idea what happened to you and Munson and how you got away from Jason. He's walking, almost running, ignoring Dustin as he tries to tell him they're headed in the wrong direction, everyone else trailing behind them.

"Steve, can I level with you?" Dustin says, a little out of breath. "Man to man."

"What do you want, dude?" What if you got hurt? What if you got into a fight?

"I get that you're obsessed with my sister--"

"I am not obsessed with her--"

"But you're moving way too slow. Y'know, maybe she's into Eddie, he's pretty cool --"

"Do you think she's into Eddie?" Steve says. Dustin is laughing at him but he doesn't care.

"I don't know. I don't talk to my sister about this shit, dude." Dustin pats him on the chest and continues on. "Make a move!"

"Shithead," Steve calls.

"Hey!" He hears your voice and the tension melts off of his shoulders. You sound fine. Maybe Munson took care of you, he thinks sourly. The trees clear and he sees you hugging Dustin. You look alright, tired, but no black eye or bloody lip that he'd been afraid of. Munson, for what it's worth, looks fine too.

"You okay, buddy?" you ask your brother, giving him a squeeze. He gets embarrassed and lets you go in favor of hugging Eddie. Steve hovers and you can see the rest of the group making their way up to the rock. Patrick's crumpled figure flashes before your eyes again and you surge forward into Steve's arms.

"Are you okay?" he says softly, holding you tight to his chest. "What happened?"

You breathe him in for just a moment. "I got there too late and hid, but then Vecna got to one of Jason's friends and he..."

"You saw it?" Steve gasps. "God, I'm sorry, baby, that must have been some scary shit." His hands are running up and down your back. A smile creeps onto your face and your cheeks heat.

"Baby?" you say, pulling back from his chest a little to look at him.

"Oh," Steve says, "well. Yeah. That okay?" His eyes flicker back to where Eddie and Dustin are talking and it clicks. He thought you and Eddie were a thing? But then...you look back and see Nancy eyeing the two of you with a smile. Well, shit.

"Yeah, Steve," you say. You reach up and run a hand through his hair before you give him a swift kiss on the cheek. "That's okay. Baby."

"Oh my god, someone call Vecna to put my eyes out!" Dustin yells.

"Not funny!" you and Steve yell at the same time.

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[pedgito]

Could you do a love triangle between reader, Steve and Eddie? Like she can't decide who she's more attracted too and spin the bottle goes south really quick. Because they're jealous when someone dares the reader to kiss the other or someone else.

author's note: uh, yeah...i got carried away. this took on a life of it's own. i also got halfway through and tumblr deleted it and i had retype all of it, so if it seems a little disjointed, i'm sorry. hopefully it isn't too noticeable

cw: 18+ (to be safe), background!ronance, lots of making out and some suggestive touching, but nothing too crazy. there's not any interaction outside of the reader between steve & eddie, other than talking, ect, but i tried leaving the ending a little ambiguous for a reason :p

word count: 3.6k

You weren’t entirely too sure how you ended up in this situation—scratch that—you were definitely aware of how, but why was the real issue. A small group of teenagers huddled around a fire during of those infamous senior year parties, drinking until you couldn’t see straight and making far too many irrational decisions—which is the how on you ending up here, staring directly at the two boys you couldn’t stop thinking about, sans the few other kids who didn’t really matter—not to you, anyways. You hadn’t spoke to half these kids the entire school year, but spin the bottle was harmless, practically child’s play. What was the worst thing that could happen?

“So, how are we doing this?” Steve asks after a long silence. Everyone shares a glance around the circle, not a single word spoken. “Come on, at least one of you has to have some idea of how to play.”

You sigh, taking the bait. “Let’s do—spinner chooses the person to kiss for whoever it lands on. Fair enough?” There’s a collective shrug from everyone in response. “Great—I’ll go first.” No one argues against it.

It lands on Nancy first, who takes a small sip of her beer—liquid courage, maybe? Though, she already looked like she been through a few by the slight flush in her face. You glance over at your quirky, fast talking friend and an idea strikes you.

“Robin.” You grin, staring Nancy down. Part of you expects Nancy to back out, but she crosses the path to Robin, who sitting beside you. It’s a quick kiss—close mouthed and simple. Nancy offered a comforting smile to her friend before turning on her heels and returning to her seat—and if it weren’t for the four beers Robin had consumed in the time you had been here, she’d be shaking in her converse after being kissed—and by Nancy Wheeler, of all people. You nudge her shoulder comfortingly, watching the blush creep up her neck toward her face. “Alright, who’s next?” Robin asks, desperately hoping to avert the attention away from her.

A young blonde girl who’s name you couldn’t remember spun the bottle, landing on Jason, and to no surprise—she picked herself. You’ve never been more happy that Chrissy wasn’t much of a partier, she didn’t deserve this—Jason really didn’t deserve her. You couldn’t be bothered to watch, eyes averting to Eddie who was just as equally uncomfortable, but it didn’t seem like it was for the same reason. He rarely ever took part in group stuff or socialized outside of his D&D club—but he had you, Nancy, Robin, and Steve to thank for finally helping him branch out—even if it was against his own will most of the time.

Jason took the next turn, spinning the bottle. It spun and spun, lasting for what felt like hours until it stopped on you. You looked at Jason, bracing for whatever stupid choice he was about to.

“Harrington.” He says smugly, smirk covering his annoying face. “You get to kiss Harrington.”

Steve eyes you wearily, immediately feeling uncomfortable with all eyes on him. Luckily, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Had he been the Steve of two years ago, he would’ve had no shame, kissing you square on the mouth in front of the entire school if he needed to, just to prove a point. But this Steve, he was hesitant. You had been through a lot, together and apart.

“Lucky me.” You joke, flashing a sweet smile in Steve’s direction. You chug the rest of the beer, throwing the bottle off toward the other growing pile of empty bottles. You contemplate whether a simple kiss was enough, but the way Jason was staring you down—you just had to stick it to him, shove it right in his face.

Steve’s leg spread slightly as you moved forward, allowing you the space you needed to take a careful seat on his leg, one arm hung loosely around his back. “You can hate me later.” You whisper, hand coming up to cradle the side of his face before leaning in, pressing you lips against his own with all the confidence in the world.

You really don’t expect the pressure the Steve returns, parting your lips slightly. But, he seems to catch on to why you were putting on such a show—he would play along either way. And even if you did have the teensiest of crushes on Steve, you would never find the courage to act on it alone. Steve spent all of his time talking about girls that there was no reason for you to be anywhere on his radar. He sighs quietly, bring you in closer, hand gripping onto your waist gently.

Jason clears his throat awkwardly, “If you two want to get a room that’s fine.” Of course the jerk couldn’t take what he wanted to dish out. You pull away slowly, eyes immediately connecting with his.

“Sorry. Who’s next?” You ask simply, standing to smooth out your shirt where it had ridden up from Steve’s hand. “Robin?”

“Me?” She asks, voice shaken. Robin was always so inherently nervous, but it was part of her charm. "I, uh--Okay."

You could hear a pin drop as soon as it landed on Eddie, the entire group snapping their attention in his direction. He was fiddling with the neck of the bottle, not realizing everyone was staring at him until Steve nudges him.

He laughs lightly, not even the slightest bit uncomfortable. You would never understand how easily he brushed everything off. "Choose wisely, Robin." He teases, pointing a tantalizing finger her direction. Robin forces a laugh, eyes wandering around the group slowly, categorizing every person.

Not Jason, not Nancy, not to mention all the other kids who were vehemently making an effort to avoid Robin's gaze. She stops on Steve for half a second, considering--before she snaps to you. She mumbles a sheepish, "Sorry--I love you, please don't hate me."

But, there wasn't any reason to hate her. It was a game--a silly, stupid little game, right? You shrug, throwing your arms up in the air. "Rules are rules." You assure her, "Pucker up, Munson."

Much similar to your approach to Steve, Eddie widens his legs. But, he's perched higher, allowing his head to be level with you while he sat. "It's an honor, sweetheart." His voice dripping with honey, warm and entirely too welcoming--and now you really can't ignore the shiver that runs down your spine. It wasn't the alcohol this time, not even in the slightest.

He yanks you toward him gently, fingers carding their way through the hair at nape of your neck, pulling you in for a slow, searing kiss. You yelp quietly at the action, caught off guard by the way Eddie manhandled you into place--not that you were complaining.

The kiss quickly turns into something else, a mess of tongues and not much else. It was probably time to cut off the alcohol. Robin whistles loudly from behind you, the rest of the teenagers joining in quickly, pulling you both out of whatever trance you had both entered. You quickly stepped back from Eddie, pointedly avoiding his eyes--unfortunately, locking right onto Steve's. Except he's not looking back, he's staring directly at Eddie. And it's then, in the midst of all your drunkenness, that your existential crisis hits you.

Steve was jealous and Eddie wanted to make Steve jealous. It had worked perfectly, assuming by the look on Steve's face. But, what doesn't make sense, is why Steve couldn't bare to look at you now. Eddie coughs softly, causing you to separate further. "Sorry, sweetheart. Kinda got ahead of myself." You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but it couldn't have been more obvious--the problem was literally staring you directly in the face.

They were both jealous. They couldn't even share a glance with each other anymore, after an entire night of pointless chatting, it was like they couldn't be on further points of the universe, all over a harmless game.

"Well, I think that's enough for one night." Nancy finally says, breaking the tension that had been created between the three of you. "Robin?" She asks, making an effort to hope she would catch on.

"Yep!" She claps, standing up from her spot and immediately snatching Nancy away from the group. "God, please fill me in on whatever is going on with those two." Robin whispers into your ear before she finally flees, following Nancy toward the drink table, against her better judgement.

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After a few minutes of silence and stolen glances between each other, no one speaks. You sigh loudly, hands thrown out to your side. "I'm not dealing with you two. I'm not--I'm just gonna go find somewhere to sober up." You weren't sure what had brought out the behavior from Steve--well, Eddie had--but, you hadn't done a single thing to him. And Eddie, he couldn't even be bothered to look Steve's way.

You turn, stomping off into the deep brush of forest, desperate to escape the chaos of the party and calm your nerves. "Wait!" You hear Steve call out, but you don't stop. To no one's surprise, Steve trails closely behind--a quiet Eddie sticking behind, staring at the dirty, scuffed white sneakers he wore.

"Wait, please," Steve's voice is softer this time, but louder, void of all the loud music and chatter. He's staring at you with his soft, brown eyes--the type of look that would make any girl melt. But not you, not now, "stuff got weird back there, I'm sorry."

"Stuff got weird? Is that the excuse you're using?" You ask, entirely unconvinced by what he was telling you. "So, you staring down Eddie like you wanted to murder him isn't important? I shouldn't be worried about that?"

Steve looks away, jaw clenching. "I didn't think it would feel weird. But, I couldn't help it." He replies lamely, still not looking your way.

"Couldn't help what?" You ask, arms crossing over your chest, "Acting like a complete douche? It was a game, Steve." But, you were far past the point of it just being a game--you knew it was more to Steve, maybe not before, but definitely now.

"Just a game? So when you had your tongue shoved down Eddie's throat, that was just a game?" Steve turns toward you, eyes narrowing. You set yourself, brows furrowing in anger.

"So, you are jealous." Steve shakes his head in frustration, back turned toward you. "You're jealous that I kissed Eddie? Steve, I kissed you too, how does that make any sense?" He didn't even have the courage to look at you now, even after being so confrontational. "Steve, seriously?"

"Fuck this." He snaps, turning on his heels and stalking toward you, legs hitting the back of the worn out picnic table, sending you stumbling back, arm extended out in an effort to catch yourself, but Steve's hands are around you before you can even think, pulling you into him.

You hesitate for a split second, seeing his eyes scan over the expanse of your face, silently checking if you were okay--you were furious, but you couldn't help but want to lean in further, the tingle of alcohol filling your body. You sigh into Steve's mouth the moment it touches yours, immediately wrapping your arms around the expanse of his neck, allowing his hands to slip under your thighs and force you to be fully seated on the table now, wrapping your legs around his hips.

His tongue traces a line against your top lip, idle hand squeezing at the soft flesh of your waist, before delving into your mouth like he was a man dying of thirst, ready to bleed you dry. You fight back, lips pressing against his in an effort to gain an upper hand, fingers gently pulling at his hair. Steve moans outwardly, a filthy laugh slipping from his lips at the effort you were giving. "I guess I had a reason to be jealous, yeah?" He asks teasingly, his voice low and soft, only for your ears.

"Shut up." You bite back, pulling him back in for another kiss, leaving you practically breathless.

"Well, seems you two had a couple issues to work through." A voice bleeds through the trees, the familiar crackle of leaves coming closer and closer until..."Didn't think you had it in you, Harrington."

"Eddie." It's a warning. He knows it.

Eddie throws his hands up in defeat before resting them behind his back, slowly stepping closer. Steve was still pressed between your legs, but both of you were glued on Eddie and that stupid smirk he had.

"Don't act so innocent, sweetheart." He chides, his voice soft but condescending in it's tone. "You knew exactly what you were doing."

A step closer, than another, until he's practically kneeling on the bench beside you both, only a few inches away. "Steve's definitely got it out for you--problem is, I do too."

It couldn't have been more obvious, but the reality of hearing it fall from Eddie's mouth has your heart skipping a beat. Two of you bestfriends, two people you loved--it should feel wrong.

Eddie lets out a short chuckle, eyes dark, not soft like they usually are. He wasn't mad, you've known him long enough to understand what that looks like, but this--it was something else entirely. He leans in slowly, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You were too hyperaware of your position now--Steve crowded over you, Eddie pushed in beside you. Steve hadn't even bothered to move, to enraptured by the show Eddie was putting on, almost like he was amused by it. You glance over at Steve, his mouth hung open slightly, still caught up in all the emotion of the moment, his grip never faltering.

"You think Harrington likes to watch? Or maybe he'll join in?" Eddie asks teasingly, eyes glancing toward Steve. Steve's eyes flit toward Eddie quickly, before returning to your own, eyes glossing over slightly. "He does get a little feisty when he drinks, doesn't he?"

"Eddie, just get to the point." You beg tiredly, glancing up toward him now. Eddie smiles, but it's slight, barely noticeable at all. He's thinking, contemplating. But, it doesn't take long before Eddie's leaning forward, chin grasped between his fingers in an effort to maneuver your face toward him. It's surprisingly gentle, despite how aggressive it would look to anyone passing by, luckily you three were completely alone.

"Just couldn't resist another taste, sweetheart." Eddie flirted entirely to well, it was one of his more annoying traits. He flirted with everyone, anything, it wasn't something you ever put much thought into. But, this--this was dirty, this was real. "I'll let myself regret it in the morning."

But, it's you who closes that gap, hand reaching up to graze the side of Eddie's face, fingers catching in one of his curls. Steve's grip on your waist tightens, but he doesn't move, doesn't let go. He hasn't even made a sound. Eddie licks into your mouth, desperate for more of you, teeth grazing against your bottom lip, nipping gently. Eddie was messy with passion in the way that Steve was slightly more coordinated--and the idea that you were even comparing the two was insane, but that was a thought for a later time. There were more pressing issues at hand--like, Eddie pulling away to suck at a particular spot on your neck, allowing you to finally lock eyes with Steve again.

"Can I kiss you?" His voice was rough, eyes drawn to where Eddie was sucking along your neck. You couldn't even be bothered to answer, nodding quickly in response. He pulls you in carefully, the hand that wasn't holding your waist a featherlight touch against your thigh, pulling your leg higher up his hip. He didn't seem to mind that Eddie wanted to join in, but he wanted to make sure his presence was still known. Not like you could forget it--this would be burned into your mind forever.

You sigh, desperate for more and more touch, from either of them. It was driving you wild, the way Eddie was whispering in your ear, taking the time to claim up your skin with his own mouth, all while being devoured by Steve’s, his tongue breaching past your lips, desperate to pull any little sound he could out of you. Words were pointless, you couldn’t even form one. It wasn’t like you were drunk enough to the point where you couldn’t make a rational decision, not that anything was making sense right now, but you were definitely aware.

“Switch me, Harrington.” Eddie sighs out, hand reaching around to grip at the thigh that Steve wasn’t occupying, squeezing at the sensitive flesh. You whine softly, the cold sting of his rings a very prominent reminder. This was Eddie, your best friend, and Steve—also your best friend—how were you going to recover from this?

Steve doesn’t put up a fight, surprisingly, switching with Eddie quickly, hand wandering up your chest, slipping under the thin material of your shirt. “This okay?” He asks into crown of your head, mouth buried into your hair, squeezing at your breast, over the flimsy bralette that covered them.

“So okay. So much better than okay.” You confess, pleasure having taken over your rational thinking completely. You catch the glance that Eddie sends Steve's way, watching his hand disappear under your shirt. And for a split second, Steve locks eyes with him. They could've buried you six feet under at this point, not even feeling like you were in control of yourself anymore. But, the feeling of Eddie's lips brushing against your own has you jolting back to reality, your hand coming up to push his hair out of his face, delving into his mouth, a sloppy mess of tongue and spit, just like before.

It was a stark contrast, the way Eddie was ready to devour you whole, compared to Steve, who was sure of himself, but never taking a step too far without checking in with you. It had you reeling, two of the boys you care about most, drawing sounds out of you that you had no idea existed. You had to stop this at some point, before you three woke up the next morning, unable to look at each other.

You sighed, reaching back to rub tenderly at Steve's arm, pulling his attention away from where his face was buried in your neck, barely grazing Eddie's, but it's enough to interrupt him. He pulls back, eyes softer now.

"We have to stop." You say, regretfully. As much as you wanted to let the alcohol think for you, some things just couldn't get out of control, not this. "We can't do this."

They both pull back slowly, slightly dejected. "Sorry." Steve says softly, attempting to subtly adjust the front of his pants, but he fails.

"Damn, Harrington." Eddie laughs, finally pulling back, fishing his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. "You just keep surprising me."

"Shut up." Steve shoots back, but there's no real emotion behind it. He almost laughs at the absurdity of the situation, not having fully processed everything either.

"I need to get back before Robin comes looking for me." You tell them both, the flick of Eddie's lighter louder in the silence that had settled.

"Eh, I don't know about that." Eddie gives you a playful look, taking a long drag from the cigarette. "She might be a little busy."

"With?" You ask, eyeing him carefully.

"Let's just say, Wheeler was pretty eager to run off with her earlier," He glances over at Steve, then back at you, "and I definitely didn't catch them making out over by the parking lot."

"Damn, I didn't think Robin had it in her." Steve comments offhandedly, seemingly proud of his friend.

"God," You sigh, rubbing your hands over your face tiredly, "this is the last party I'm ever tagging along on."

"Probably a good idea," Eddie says, smiling down at you, "you might end up falling in love with us." It's a lame attempt at a joke, but the way your heart flutters scares you.

"Yeah." You force a laugh, pushing yourself off the table and attempting to walk back toward the wild group of drunk teenagers. The boys trail closely behind, exchanging glances between each other unbeknownst you. Steve shakes his head in disbelief.

"Hey!" You hear Robin yells, jogging toward you. Nancy was close behind her, an obvious pep in her step. You gave Robin a suspicious look, eyeing her up and down. "So, these two ever stop acting so grumpy?"

"Yeah." You say slowly, glancing over at Nancy, who was forcing herself to hide the obvious smile on her face. "They'll be okay, we talked it out."

"Good, at least they finally figured their shit out." Robin whispers to you, glancing up at the two boys who were both wearing the same pair of shit-eating grins on their face at the sight of their other two friends.

"I could say the same for you."

The look on Robin's face is priceless, sending you running in the direction of Steve's car at the startled yell of your name. "She's gonna kill you for that." Eddie comments, gasping for breath when you finally come to a stop, arm draped over your shoulder gently.

"I told you, she just needed a nudge." Steve smirks, jingling the keys to his car in front of you. "Need a ride?"

It didn't matter if you three ended up in the back of Steve's car that night, somehow in the same situation as earlier, you could regret it in the morning. But truthfully, that wasn't the last time—and none of you ever regretted it.

[hellfiremunsonn]

You Remind Me Of The Babe. Steve Harrington x Reader

You Remind Me Of The babe.

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

Summary: could you write a fic where steve is a brat tamer and wants you to sit on his face but you’re insecure about it

(REQUESTED)

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

WARNINGS: Porn with a plot?, fem reader, face sitting, orgasm denial, Dom! Steve, brat tamer Steve, reader is a brat, drinking, mentions of alcohol, if there's anything else I forgot to tag, let me know.

Word count: 4312

Two things I knew for sure was that Steve loved when I wore red lipstick, and summery dresses. So today before bounding down the steps of my front porch I made sure to wear my yellow sun dress with my red lipstick tucked away in my bag. He had been teasing and taunting me all week, and I figured I'd give him just a little bit of payback. My old converse with frilly socks that came out just over the tops of my shoes blew in the wind, tickling my ankles as I hopped into the passenger seat of Steves car.

Leaning over he kissed me on the cheek, slowly taking in my appearance. "Well don't you look beautiful today"

"As opposed to every other day?" I joked.

"You look like a bombshell everyday baby" He said sliding his sunglasses back down off the top of his head to his nose, giving me that famous Steve Harrington grin. "Seatbelt" He said tapping my thigh lightly. He waited till my seatbelt was clipped in before driving away from my house. I loved the way he was so protective of me and in such little and subtle ways. He never shied away from showing me off to everyone and making it known that I'm his and I loved every minute of it. Of course that didn't stop me from being a little shit from time to time, I liked to push his buttons and he knows it, because when were alone, he doesn't let me forget who I belong to.

So while sitting next to him in the car still I unclipped my seatbelt, scooting forward to the edge of the seat and pulling down the little visor with the mirror. I pulled the red lipstick out of my bag uncapping it loudly. "Do you have to do that right now?" He said glancing at me briefly.

"Yes" I said slowly and tentatively applied the red lipstick to my lips. Rubbing them together and finishing with a loud smack I smiled at him and leaned back into my seat. Knowing he was watching my every move. He shifted in his seat ever so slightly and I knew my plan was working.

"Seatbelt" He said again and I rolled my eyes in response. "Hey" He said sternly. "Don't roll your eyes at me"

I blushed and looked down at my lap, while slowly putting my seatbelt back on. "Sorry" I said quietly.

"Sorry what?" He asked checking the review mirror and turning down a street.

"Sorry daddy" I said quickly. I loved the pet name he encouraged me to to call him but I still got so embarrassed when I said it out loud. Our relationship wasn't always so heavy in this sort of lifestyle especially outside of the bedroom but it was exciting when it did happen.

"Good girl" He said reaching over to place his hand on my thigh.

"So what's the plan for tonight?" I asked tucking my legs up under me.

"Robin wants to come over with vickie and have like some sort of date night party thing, but it's never an actual party with us as you know. We'll probably get drunk and watch movies like every other time" he smiled.

"Sounds like a perfect Saturday night to me, we should invite Nancy and Johnathan, and maybe Eddie?"

"Eddie isn't dating anyone though" His brows furrowed.

"He's seeing Chrissy remember?"

He nodded in response. "Do you think Chrissy likes hanging with us though? We're not exactly her type of people"

"Baby she's dating Eddie, we're definitely her type of people" I let out a small laugh.

"Yeah I guess you're right" He said smiling at me.

By the time we got to Steves house Vickie and Robin were laying down on the lounge chairs by the pool in his backyard. I called Nancy from Steves phone in his kitchen and then called Eddie next.

Sitting down on the ground near the two girls I  untied my shoes, discarding my socks and dipped my feet into the pool. Listening to the two of them banter back and fourth. Robin could talk a lot, her words spilling out of her mouth faster than her brain could process them, and Vickie was the exact same, it was hard to keep up with them sometimes as they jumped from one thought to the next. The conversation that peaked my interest the most was when they started talking about The Labyrinth, with David Bowie.

"That movie is superior, I mean David Bowie? Covered in glitter, and that hair?" I dramatically fanned myself. "That could get a girl going!"

"You remind me of the babe" Robin said, glancing at me from the side.

"What babe?" I quoted back.

"The babe with the power!" She yelled.

"What power!?" I said leaning up onto my knees.

"The power of voodoo" she wiggled her fingers at me.

"Who do?" I fake questioned, tapping my chin pretending to be deep in thought.

"You do!"

"Do what!?"

"Remind me of the babe!"

"Oh my god the two of you are so annoying" Vickie giggled.

"Yeah but you love us" I stated, sitting back down onto my butt.

"But yeah, the hair thing (Y/N)? We know you have a thing for nice hair, you're literally dating Steve 'The Hair' Harrington  remember?" Vickie teased.

"So you admit that Steve has nice hair?" Robin teased, poking at her sides making vickie lean back into her giggling.

"I mean I'm not blind baby!" Vickie giggled against Robin. Robin smoothed Vickies hair away from her face a little before leaning down to give her a small peck on the lips. "Yeah he does have some magic hair, I'll give him that" Robin said agreeing. "Don't tell Steve I said that though, I can't let his ego get any bigger, it might go to that hair and start increasing in size, and that's something none of us could even begin to prepare for"

A hearty laughed left my chest, making me throw my head back. "God we can't have that can we?" I said between laughs. Our laughing was disrupted by the loud swing of the backyard door and Eddie carrying Chrissy over his shoulder, her legs kicking wildly as she laughed against him. "Eddie!" She yelled still laughing. Eddie shot us a famous grin before flipping Chrissy over and dropping her straight into the pool with a loud splash. She surfaced gasping at the cold water, her bangs clinging to her forehead. "You're going to pay for that Munson!" she yelled holding up her fingers into a 'gun' shape and aiming them at him.

"Baby please, you're gunna shoot me? After all I've done?"

"Any last words Munson?" she asked cocking her fake gun, squinting one eye as if it was going to help her aim.

The three of us on the sidelines, watching intently as the scene before us played out, stifling laughs.

"I LOVED CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM!" he shouted, and with a dramatic bang, he spun, clutched his chest and fell backwards into the pool, this time splashing the three of us on the sidelines. When he surfaced he engulfed Chrissy in his arms and she blushed. We erupted into an applause, whistling and yelling at their performance. Eddie bowed and helped Chrissy out of the pool, joining the rest of us. "We should have known you two would have ended up in the pool, within seconds of being here" I joked, bumping my shoulder into Chrissys.

"I like my girl nice and wet what can I say" Eddie said wiggling his eye brows at me.

"Eddie!" Chrissy yelled, her cheeks glowing red once again.

"I'll get you guys towels" I said shaking my head while getting up to head inside. Steve, Nancy, and Johnathan were all gathered in the kitchen chatting, drinks in hands. Steves eyes lit up when he saw me come in.

"Grabbing towels, Eddie threw Chrissy in the pool again"

"Again?" Nancy said.

"I think it's becoming a tradition" I laughed heading up the stairs and to the linen closet just outside Steves bathroom and grabbed a handful of towels. Clutching the towels to my chest I carefully made my way back down the wooden steps, making sure not to slip or trip. Steve watched me, his eyes soft as I passed the kitchen. I gave him a bashful smile on my way out the back door.

Once outside I put the towels on an empty lounge chair and took two of them, throwing one at Eddie and wrapping the other one around Chrissys shoulders which she took thankfully.

"Why'd you throw mine at me!?" Eddie scoffed.

"Because you're a little shit Munson" I said smiling and returning to my position at the side of the pool. The water cold again as my feet and legs adjusted to the temperature. I inched my dress up higher on my thighs so the sun could get to them better, I could easily just go put on a swim suit, knowing that there was bound to be one I had left here from pool days before, but I really didn't want to get back up again. I tucked my dress in-between my thighs into some make shift shorts so I wouldn't flash anyone in the process. Steve and the rest of the gang finally joined us around the pool, handing drinks to everyone in the process. Steve sat down next to me, handing me a red solo cup. Taking a sip I frowned realizing it was only water.

"Water?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yup" He said popping the 'p' while staring straight ahead, taking a slow sip from his cup.

"Why?"

"Because I said so" He said turning to me with a mischievous smile.

I rolled my eyes laughing but stopped short when his two fingers tapped my cheek hard. I looked around quickly but no one had seemed to notice. "What did I say 'bout rolling your eyes at me?" He said quietly just enough for me to hear, peaking at me over the top of his sunglasses.

Deciding to test the waters I smiled looking down, before rolling my eyes again. Steve stiffened next to me. "Do it one more time and you're in trouble"

My stomach flipped and I shifted back and forth slightly, squishing my thighs together. "Hey Rob?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I see your cup for a second?"

She raised an eyebrow but leaned forward and handed it to me. I glanced into it quickly confirming that Steve really gave only water to me and I glared at him slightly, and while not breaking eye contact I threw back robins drink, wincing as it burned on the way down. "Okay well if I knew you were going to do that I wouldn't have handed it to you" She said leaning back on the lounge chair bringing Vickie back with her. "It's okay, we can share" Vickie said holding her cup up over her head passing it to Robin.

"Sorry Rob, but Steve apparently thinks he can control when I drink or not, he gave me water" I said while reaching over to my cup again tipping it completely upside down so it splattered onto the pavement next to me, the water rolling until it hit the bottom of my dress, soaking the fabric.

"Wow Steve" Robin said laughing into Vickies shoulder.

Getting up I walked towards the shallow end of the pool, stepping down the few steps until it was at my thighs. Deciding to push my luck a little further I reached down to grab the hem of my dress, beginning to lift it up over my head when Steves hands grabbed me, lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder. "Excuse me while (Y/N) and I have a conversation" He said sternly, continuing to walk with my torso bobbing against his shoulder.

Multiple 'ooooohhhhs' were whispered along with a dramatic fake gag from Robin. Steve continued to carry me away from the group and into the house. "Steve" I huffed. Up the stairs and too his room, he didn't set me down until he shut the door behind him with his foot, turning quickly to lock it. Still ignoring me he roamed his room, throwing the curtains closed, kicking off his shoes and rummaging through his dresser. "Steve" I said again breaking him from whatever trance he was in. His eyes almost black, the rich amber colour of his eyes barely noticeable.

"Sit" he said pouting towards his bed.

I moved quickly, tripping slightly over my own two feet before sitting on the edge of his bed. My dress bunched up against my waist so the wet fabric wouldn't get onto his bed. Finally walking towards me, he leaned forward, his hands at my sides, his nose barely touching mine. "Do we need to go over some rules? How you should be behaving?"

I looked down at my hands, fumbling with my fingers still wrapped around the bottom of my dress. I was nervous, but very aroused. "No" I said softly.

"No?" Steve repeated but it sounded more like a question. "interesting, because last time I checked, good girls behave, and that's what you want to be right? A good girl?"

"I am a good girl" I lied while giving him a small smile. He walked away from me. leaning against his dresser, arms crossed in front of his chest, his biceps gaining in size. I bit my bottom lip and hummed lightly, attempting to hide more of my smile.

"Are you? Because I think you've been bratting all day to me. Which means to me that you need to be punished about it. I think you need to remember who you belong to and how you should be acting, especially in front of company" He tilted his head to the side, watching me intently. "And by the looks of it, you're becoming a needy little whore about it, acting like I can't see you squishing your thighs together, or how your cheeks are flushed"

I rolled my eyes, silently cursing myself for how well Steve could read me. Taking quick strides towards me he slid his hand around my throat, tilting my head to look at him.

"What did I say" He paused tapping my cheek lightly with his other hand. "About rolling your eyes at me?" He slapped me this time. Not hard but enough to shock me a little. Heat pooling between my legs.

"You said not to do it"

"Exactly, and how many times did you do it after I told you not to?" he said squeezing my throat just a little harder.

"U-Um" I furrowed my brow trying to think. I brain wouldn't, no couldn't work when he was this close to me, hand around my throat.

"How many times princess" He repeated.

"Three? Or t-two?" I licked my lips. "I don't remember"

"Awe of course you don't" He cooed, loosening his hand so it was simply just held there, as a warning, as a point. A point to note, that he was the one in charge, in control. "Dumb little baby huh? Needs daddy to remind her to be a good girl, very pathetic" He rubbed his thumb across my cheek and I nodded, looking up at him through my lashes. Glancing down he noticed the wet fabric clutched into my fist. He took it out of my hand, feeling it with his fingers, tutting. "Not to mention trying to strip in front of our friends knowing damn well you don't have a bra on" He traced his fingers along my collar bones, my shoulders, down both of my arms, across my chest, just barely touching the soft skin where my breasts began. Fingers roaming ever so slightly across them, only briefly pausing over each nipple, making them harden under his touch.

"I don't think good girls do that hmm?" He asked, lifting my face up to look at him. His expression was soft, but I knew that hard Dom was hidden just beneath it.

"No" I admitted.

"No they don't" He tapped my cheek a few times before pulling me up by my hands so I was now standing in front of him. He sat at the edge of the bed now, hands on my waist. "Take this off" He said sliding my dress up my thighs and to my stomach, before I reached down myself and lifted the dress up over my head, dropping it to the floor next to me. "Hands behind your back"

My hands swinging behind me, one of them holding onto my wrist, keeping them in place. Turning me with his hands, warm on my skin he pulled me over onto his lap so I was face down with my arms behind my back, ass laying across his thighs. I could feel his erection under me and I squirmed slightly resulting in a loud smack against my ass. A stinging pain under an assumed pink handprint I could already feel forming.  I whimpered agains him, spit from my mouth wetting his thigh.

"Awe poor baby" He said with another slap, softer then the first one. "Don't like being spanked huh? This is what happens when you don't behave princess" another smack. Groaning into him I attempted to roll my hips to the side, waiting for some sort of relief of my stinging ass but his opposite hand held me in place. "Just a few more baby, you can handle it" He encouraged. "If you couldn't you wouldn't have been a brat today" two smacks. Those ones were worse, and part of me hoped they would leave small purple marks so I could think about them later. I could feel tears brimming my eyes but I quickly squinted them closed, trying to keep them from falling down my cheeks and onto Steves jean clad thigh. With a final smack he lifted me back up sitting me down next to him. The sudden movement causing me to open my eyes, and the tears I tried to contain rolled down both my cheeks.

"Awe my poor little love" He said caressing my cheek in his hand. "Scoot up" he instructed with a nod of his head, and with a sniffle I shifted further onto his bed. "Will you behave now?" He said laying down next to me, running his fingers along the band of my underwear. I hummed in response as he trailed his fingers lightly against my skin.

"Yes" I whispered, afraid to speak any louder.

"Will you though?" He asked slipping his hand into my fabric. A breathy moan escaped my mouth. He removed his hand. "Will you, behave" He asked again.

"Yes, I promise, please touch me, I'll be such a good girl, I'm sorry for bratting, but please daddy, please touch me" I begged, fresh tears falling from the desperation I felt between my legs. His hand slid back down sliding between my fold gathering some of my arousal before two of his finger tips began rubbing slow soft circles on my clit. His pace never increased, and it felt like time had suddenly stopped with each rotation of his fingers. "Can I cum?" I asked in preparation, knowing I might forget once that knot in my stomach began to grow.

"Maybe" He said quietly, pressing only slightly harder onto my clit.

"Oh fuck" I moaned. "Faster?" I asked looking at him, his eyes still black. He obliged, circling faster, tightening the knot within me.

"Please" I breathed. He knew I was close, he probably knew before I did.

"Steve, I'm gunna- Fuck" I spat my head dropping back a little further into his pillow. "I'm going to cum" I rushed. And just as that knot was about to untangle and tug at my insides, he stopped, removing his hand completely.

"What the fuck?" I said sitting up.

"Language, or I won't let you cum all week" He threatened. "You can cum later" He ensured. "Come here" he said gesturing for me to sit on him. I sat up and straddle him, leaning down onto his shoulders. "I wanna try something" He said rubbing his hands against my things.

"Oh?"

"So here's what you're going to do okay?"

"Okay?" I said skeptically.

"You're going to take that pretty little pussy of yours, and you're going to sit on my face"

Heat crept up through my body and I looked away knowing my cheeks were as red as they felt. This was something Steve really wanted me to do but I was insecure about it. "What's stopping you" He asked quietly.

"I just... It's weird, I mean it's not weird, I just don't, want to... Crush you?"

He laughed. Squeezing my thighs while he did so. "Baby you won't crush me, and it's not like I haven't had my face there before" He said licking his lips and glancing down between my legs. I bit the inside of my cheek, tilting my head to the side as I thought about it. As much as I knew I was going to cringe about it at first, I really wanted to cum, and Steves mouth on me right now would be an absolute dream.

"Okay"

"Really?"

"Yeah" I said blushing.

He smiled and playfully smacked my thighs with both hands, scooting himself down so he was flat on his back. "Your seat awaits"

I tugged my underwear off and threw them to the side before crawling forward on my knees. I hovered over his face hesitating slightly. He grabbed my thighs harshly and pulled me down to his face, his tongue lapping at my folds and my limbs instantly turned into jelly. "Oh my god" I said leaning forward, one hand against his headboard. I rocked my hips slightly and his nose brushed at my clit and I whimpered.

He shifted so his tongue was now sucking and circling my clit and I could feel that knot being tied again. "Daddy, can I cum?" I asked for the second time tonight. He didn't reply, he only kept his movements quickly, not stopping. "Daddy" I mewled.

And again just as that knot started to untie he stopped completely.

"Fuck" I said smacking my fist against his headboard. "Really?"

He chuckled from beneath me. I moved back so I could look at him. His face shining with my arousal across his mouth and chin. "I told you, that you could cum later"

"When is later?" I pushed.

"Whenever I want it to be" He said smiling, giving my already sore ass a light smack.

I crossed my arms over my chest. A small 'hmmp' leaving my mouth.

"If you keep pouting, I won't let you cum at all today, and I already threatened to not let you cum for a week, do you want that to happen?"

"Nooooo" I whined.

"Then be grateful I got you even close to humming pretty girl" He gave my thigh a quick kiss. "Come here" he said again. I got off of him and tucked myself into his side, laying my head on his chest. He hitched my leg up over him so it was laying across his waist. He smoothed my hair out of my face and rubbed my head for a few minutes.

"You okay?" he asked, coming down from his dominate high.

"My butt hurts, and I want to cum" I complained.

he laughed a little, my head shaking against his chest from the vibrations. "Later, gotta make you suffer a little bit you know?"

"Yeah, yeah" I said smiling into him.

His warm hand slid around to my ass and he rubbed at the pink spots lightly. "Can we have a bath?" I asked.

"Absolutely we can baby"

Removing himself from me to go run the water, but not before giving me a kiss on the head. I listened to him hum a sing I couldn't recognize as he shifted around the bathroom. "Bubbles?" He said emerging with a large pink bottle in his hands.

"Always"

"I don't even know why I asked" He said chuckling to himself. "Always yes to bubbles"

"Alright my princess" he said walking towards me, hands out in front of him so I could grab them. Twisting me so both arms were criss crossed around my chest and we waddled awkwardly towards the bathroom. The water was warm and soothed my butt almost getting rid of the stinging completely. I leaned against Steves chest, his arms wrapped around my shoulders. "I wasn't too rough on you was I?" He asked quietly.

I laughed through my nose. "Baby you didn't even fuck me, you weren't too rough, I'd say it was perfect" I leaned to the side so I could look up at him. His forehead dewy from the steam from the hot water.

Loud laughter and commotion coming from downstairs disrupted the little love bubble we were in. "Guess we gotta go back down and entertain them" Steve sighed.

"They're gunna think we fucked" I said covering my face with my hands.

"Is that so bad?" He said poking my sides making me giggle.

"Yeah, because we didn't"

"Later baby" He reassured.

We got out of the bath drying ourselves off and getting back into clothes. I witched into a pair of shorts and one of Steves shirts seeing as my dress was still wet. Steve hung it on the back of his door so it would dry. Hand in hand we headed back downstairs and into the kitchen for a drink, this time Steve handed me a cup that actually had booze in it this time. I gave him a small smile and we regrouped with the rest of them.

"Finally you guys are back, I was going to start screaming" Robin said loudly clearly a little bit more than tipsy. "You guys are always fucking like rabbits" she said waving her hand in disgust.

"We didn't even fuck Robin" Steve said nonchalantly giving me a knowing smile. I giggled into my cup as Robin rolled her eyes leaning back into Vickie.

[professorrw]

Cheerleader Pt. 4

☆stranger things masterlist☆

Pairing: female reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: Y/n and Chrissy are best friends, but when she dies, she knows things aren’t as everyone seems to think. Maybe Eddie is innocent.

Warnings: SPOILERS for ST4, teen drinking, partying, drugs, death, violence, cursing, fluff, potentially more

A/N: We finally have some reader and Eddie interaction! Next part should be all about Eddie and the reader and their budding relationship! I want to say thank you all so much for being patient with me, something happened in my personal life, and I just couldn't handle writing. I also want to say thank you so much for getting me to 1,000 followers!! I want to do something special so if you guys have any ideas please let me know! Requests open (Stranger Things, Marvel, Harry Potter), taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

“So…” you started. “You’re telling me that there is another dimension under Hawkins called ‘The Upside Down?’ And you have a friend ‘Eleven,’ that has powers and she can move stuff with her mind and she opened a gate to this Upside Down, and monsters were in Hawkins and they were the reason for some of the deaths these past few years?” At the school and on the car ride to Nancy Wheeler’s house, who had shown up at the school along with Robin Buckley, you were being filled in on all the events leading up to these killings. The murder of Chrissy.

“Yes,” Dustin said. “And we think that the Upside Down had something to do with Chrissy and Fred being killed. And we also think that… Max could be next. So we’re trying to figure out some way to stop it.” You glanced at Max, empathetic and also to a certain degree sympathetic to how she was feeling.

Once they found out you were best friends with Chrissy, you told them all about how she was having nightmares, headaches, and trouble sleeping, and even that episode in the bathroom the other day. They informed you that Chrissy’s ‘episode’ was probably her seeing the thing that had killed her. Max said that something similar had happened to her.

It was a whole lot to take in, and almost too hard to believe. You were keeping your mind open because you’d always heard that Hawkins was cursed, and it sort of made sense. It didn’t make you feel any better about Chrissy, but at least it was some closure.

“This thing… you’re calling it ‘Vecna?’” you asked.

“Yeah, we came up with that with Eddie,” Dustin said.

You raised your eyebrows, “You’ve talked to Eddie?”

“Yeah, we know where he’s at.”

“Where?” you asked quickly.

Your eagerness must have concerned them because no one said anything for a minute. Steve was driving but you saw him glance at you through the mirror. Max wasn’t really contributing much to the conversation, which you didn’t blame her for but she also glanced between you and Dustin. Lucas seemed to be waiting for Dustin to say something. And Dustin was just looking at you, contemplating. So it was going to come down to Henderson on whether or not you would talk to Eddie.

Dustin finally spoke up, “Why do you need to know? How can we trust you and know that you won’t go tell Justin and his goons?”

“I want to talk to Eddie. He was the last one that saw Chrissy before she… died. And believe me, I don’t want anything to do with Justin. He’s a douchebag.” You stared at the freshman expectantly, waiting for him to answer. You could tell he was really thinking about it. You didn’t know exactly what kind of relationship he had with Eddie, but you could tell that Dustin wanted to protect him.

“Look, I promise I’m not going to tell anyone his location or try anything. I just want to talk to him,” you said.

“Hmm… fine.” Dustin finally gave in. “He probably needs more food anyways. Let me talk to him.”

You let your shoulders drop with relief while Dustin pulled out his walkie talkie. “Eddie? Eddie, this is Dustin.”

“Dustin! Hey, I’m running low on food. And I could really use a six pack right now.” Eddie’s voice crackled over the device.

“Okay well you’re in luck because someone wants to come talk to you. Here, I’m handing her the walkie talkie.” Dustin held out the walkie talkie and looked at you to take it and you stared at him with wide eyes before he thrusted it into your hands.

“Hello? Dustin? Who am I talking to?” Eddie asked.

“Hi!” you cringed because of how eager you sounded. “Hi, you probably don’t know me but my name is y/n y/l/n. I’m Chrissy’s best friend.” You gulped, waiting for his response. You didn’t know what exactly you should have said, but hopefully that basic information would let him know enough.

“Y/n? We have Ms. O’Donnell’s together don’t we?”

“Yeah.” You were surprised he knew who you were. You had only talked to him maybe once or twice.

“I’m really sorry about Chrissy,” he said. You could hear in his voice, though somewhat distorted, that he truly was sorry.

“Thank you. Um… I was hoping I could talk to you. If you don’t mind,” you quickly added.

“No, no. I don’t mind at all. It would be nice to have some company actually.”

So instead of taking you to the Wheeler’s house, Steve dropped you off at your own home. You went inside, passing by your mother in the kitchen. “Y/n!”

“Hi Mom!” you yelled back, taking the steps two at a time.

“Y/n where have you been?” she called, voice laced with worry and concern.

You stopped at the top of the stairs and started going back down. You would do a lot of things, but worry your mom to death wasn’t one you wanted to do. “I’ve been with some friends.”

She sighed at your vagueness but didn’t pry any further. “Please, please, be safe. Y/n I am begging you. I love you so much and I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.” Her eyes were watery and you could tell how scared she was.

“Mom…” you walked around the counter and hugged her, letting her envelop you in her motherly embrace. She sniffled next to your ear, but you could feel some of the unease leave her body. “I’m going to stay safe. I promise.”

She pulled back from the hug and looked at you, searching your face. “I believe you honey.” She paused for a second, “How are you doing?”

“I’m- I’m coping,” you said, looking at your feet.

“Oh honey,” she said, cupping your face. Her hands were soft and slightly wrinkled. She held your face like she had a million times before and it did make you feel better. You loved your mom more than words could describe. Of all people, she would be the one to convince you to stay home and stop chasing something that could get you hurt. That was the reality of it: you could get hurt, multiple people had.

“Chrissy’s funeral is tomorrow. Her dad called earlier. He doesn’t seem to be doing too well.”

Of course it was her dad that had called. Her mother never would have. You were repulsed just thinking about Chrissy’s mom. Your best friend had told you stories of what that woman had said to her, all the nasty, vile things that she had put into Chrissy’s head. You pushed those thoughts away and just nodded, “I’ll be there.”

“Okay. Be safe,” she said. She leaned in to kiss your cheek and then let you go. As you walked back up the stairs your lip quivered. You would need to stay safe, for your mom. You grabbed a backpack and packed it with some items. Flashlight, a pocket knife, your wallet, your house key, and more miscellaneous things.

You walked back down stairs and out into the garage. You looked between your car and your bicycle, which had gone largely unused since your sixteenth birthday. The car would be quicker, but the bicycle was less conspicuous. Choosing the ladder, you pedaled to the grocery store. He wanted some beer but you were only eighteen. If you wanted to get him some you would need to ask someone else to get it for you.

Taking a chance, you left your bicycle on the side of the building and went in. There wasn’t much time left before closing, maybe an hour or less. Only two or three customers remained in the store. You glanced at the cash register, and perked up when you realized the cashier was someone you knew. Maybe you wouldn’t have to ask someone to buy that beer for you after all.

You walked down the aisles, tennis shoes tapping on the linoleum floor as you thought about what Eddie might like to eat. You grabbed two large bags of chips and dropped them into your shopping basket. Other things that were added were some Pop Tarts, cookies, crackers, a box of cereal, a few bottles of water, and some Cokes. You would have bought more but you had to keep in mind how much space the basket on your bicycle could hold, and how much room you had left in your backpack.

Your last stop in the grocery store was the refrigerators. You stood there staring at the six packs of beers stacked up inside the white, lit up walls. There was an internal battle going on inside you. If you tried to buy these beers, you could get in trouble. Or the cashier could if they sold it to you. On the other hand, if you bought the beers, it would probably make Eddie happy. You gave in and picked up the box, fast walking toward the cash register. You set down your basket and the six pack, panicking just a little bit.

To your surprise the cashier, a fellow senior, said nothing about the beer. They scanned all your items and bagged them, not saying anything until you were handing over your money. “I’m sorry about Chrissy,” they said.

“Oh, thank you,” you responded.

“No problem. She didn’t deserve that man,” he said.

“No, no she didn’t.”

“Well, have a good night.” He handed you the receipt.

“Thanks, you too.” You took the receipt and stuffed it into one of the plastic bags that you were trying to hold. It took you a minute but you finally were able to fit two of the bags into your backpack, and carry the rest outside. To your relief your bicycle was right where you left it. A small miracle. You maneuvered the bags into your little basket and started on your ride to where Eddie was. Every so often you would stop to check the piece of paper the directions were written on. They weren’t perfect but they did the job.

There were stars in the sky by the time you arrived at the boat house. You walk up to the house hesitantly, peeking at the windows before you knocked on the door. In a few moments the door swung open with a flourish.

“You must be y/n.”

[owlgirl495]

⚠️warning⚠️!!: contains spoilers from stranger things season 4 volume 2

a lot of people are talking about the things they hate about volume 2 and that is completely valid and i agree with a lot of what has been said and i’ve reblogged a lot of what i agree with, however, i also wanna talk about the things i actually liked about it so here’s a list in no particular order of some things i liked:

- eddie calling max “red”

- the fact that every group (cali, hawkins, and russia) had pretty decent plans

- the interaction between steve and eddie when steve asks if eddie’s hiding a car and eddie says not exactly

- max giving eddie her halloween mask from season 2

- the fact that they stole a trailer

- eddie hot wiring the trailer

- eddie calling steve “big boy” and that whole interaction and the smile on eddie’s face

- lucas and max talking in the trailer and their entire conversation and them just being cute

- eddie telling dustin to never change and honestly that whole interaction between them

- max asking nancy if it was illegal to cut the barrel of the shotgun and nancy saying that she’s pretty sure it’s a felony and then doing it anyway

- the scene where argyle says that nina is a small woman

- ngl i like the fact that there’s just a door in the middle of the desert. i know that that’s not just a volume 2 thing but i just think that is so fucking funny.

- joyce and hopper!!

- the russian guard person whose name i’m forgetting right now who helped joyce and hopper!!

- murray!! (specifically when he roasted all the demodogs)

- el’s outfit after she leaves the lab. idk i just think it’s a cute outfit

- the whole pizza place scene where argyle is talking to the other pizza guy and they bribe the other guy with weed

- the hug between jonathan and will and their heart to heart (even though i’m kinda disappointed that will didn’t come out to him)

- when steve tells dustin and eddie “not to be cute” and not to sacrifice themselves (even though eddie does)

- the whole metallica guitar scene and eddie saying “this is for chrissy”

- dustin and eddie jumping around and yelling after the metallica guitar scene

- lucas and max communicating with the little notes and the drawing max does (that was literally so cute)

- nancy squeezing robin’s hand to calm her down and comfort her before they enter the house (i’m honestly kinda surprised i haven’t seen anyone talking about this cause even if it was supposed to be platonic it was super cute)

- steve and nancy fondly talking about robin while walking through the upside down

- the shots of eddie fighting the bats (i think it was stupid that they made him sacrifice himself and i don’t like that he went back to fight them but he did look pretty badass)

- little memory max flipping off the skater boy

- max thinking of both lucas and el as her happiest memories

- el fighting vecna from within max’s mind

- when max asks if el is real and she says something along the lines of “i’m piggybacking from a pizza freezer” and max just pauses and says “what” (both my sister and i laughed during that part)

- hopper fighting the demogorgon with an actual fucking sword which was so fucking cool btw

- erica kicking the basketball guy in the groin (both my sister and i cheered)

- when lucas finally got the upper hand and started winning against jason

- steve and robin molotov cocktailing vecna and nancy shooting him

- when everyone helps at the relief center thing

- vicky and robin teasing each other and being witty and flirty while they make sandwiches and steve watching on in exasperated amusement

- wayne munson best uncle confirmed

- when el and hopper reunite and talk about their hair (honestly just that entire scene between the two of them)

- when hopper tells mike he grew and mike tells hopper he shrunk

- the byers family reuniting and el and hopper being a part of that family

those are the main things i could remember liking while watching volume 2 (as always the acting was very good and so were the special effects but i didn’t think i needed to mention that). once again, there are definitely a lot of things i did not like about volume 2 and very not happy about a lot of it but i did wanna just mention some of the things i liked.

*disclaimer*: i’m posting this a few days after originally writing it so someone might have mentioned some of this stuff already but i hope y’all enjoy it. sending love and hope that season 5 is better.

[vinnymauro]

what kind of Cheerscoops Mutual:tm: would i be if i didn't ask you about them?

cheerscoops!!!

when I started shipping it if I did: i really do not know. it was sometime summer/fall 2022. someone made an edit and i was like alright. according to my tag the first post is from october.

my thoughts: i love this idea of them being in the same circles but not really ever having the chance of being closer. actually i'm going to tell you bc i have 3 cheerscoops aus to write from my follower event and it's going to be centered around this idea of wrong time, right person. that maybe it could have started in 83 but steve met nancy and/or chrissy had jason. and maybe something in summer 85 but chrissy had jason and steve was sad boy scoops. it's going to be fun i think bc i love the idea of them genuinely being so right for each other but always with the wrong timing. and obviously i love a good rarepair, i love to operate in au, so there are a lot of possibilities with them. i'm also obsessed with the fact that shut up and dance by walk the moon is them. idk if i ever told anyone that. but my tag for them in bookmarks on ao3 is my discotheque juliet teenage dream.

What makes me happy about them: i feel like they'd be really good for each other in terms of understanding parental issues, the implied abuse with chrissy's mother, the implied abandonment from steve's parents. i think they could such bright spots in hawkins for each other.

What makes me sad about them: well. chrissy died. and they never interacted. and we must operate in aus.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: i have only read 2 so far and neither did anything to annoy me. i should read more but ya girl(gn) cannot focus on fics right now. but i think a lot of steve fanon annoys me to no end so i'm very selective about how people write him.

things I look for in fanfic: happiness!!! they both fucking deserve it.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: i've said it before but i'm a whore. i ship both with multiple people. but happiness over all.

My happily ever after for them: they get the fuck out of hawkins, away from their family, and have the family they deserve. (whether or not it comes with nuggets, that's up to chrissy)

who is the big spoon/little spoon: oh it's so classic but steve's big and chrissy is little. unless steve is sick. bc you know he's a baby when sick if his guard is down with someone.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: baking/cooking. i'm deep in the headcanon that steve can cook and cooks well and i like this idea of chrissy baking a lot when she's not under her mother's thumb.

send me a ship, character or 5 to rank

[deejayrpstaylorsversion]

Wow that’s { CASSANDRA HARRINGTON } ?! I know they have been told they look like {KENZIE ZIGLER } but I cannot see that. { SHE } is a { FOURTEEN/FIFTEEN (and possibly older for future!aus) AND FEMALE } who was born on { JUNE 4TH }! Here are some incoming info about her!

Cassandra, or Cassie for short, is the younger sister to Steve Harrington. She is the same age as the core younger kids, being a freshman at Hawkins High school

Cassie knows little to none about the upside down and the things about Hawkins. She  does think it is weird that her brother hangs out with kids her age all the time - but she really doesn’t question it.

Cassie has been a dancer since the day she could walk, her mom putting her in ballet classes. Though she is no prima-ballerina, the dance studio is her second home probably being there more than her actual house, also having a job at the studio co-teaching with the younger kids (5-7 year olds)

Once Cassie was in high school, she did try out for cheerleading joining the squad, it did cut her time for most of her dance classes - but she does still work at the studio.

Her grades have always been good - never going to be valedictorian but they are good enough to get her into a good college and out of Hawkins. 

RELATIONSHIP THINGS, if you see this and want to interact this is not set in stone - we can change anything or disregard it entirely. 

Steve: When growing up, there is about a five to six year age gap between the Harrington siblings, but they had always been close. He often is bringing her to school or picking her up from dance. 

Dustin: She has a crush on Dustin, simple as that. Cassie knew him but really got to know who he was from the way Steve talked about him. She totally would have dance with him at the snowball in season two and she was very bummed when she found out when he went to summer summer camp that he got a girlfriend. She’d never try and break them up, she loves seeing Dustin happy.

Will: Cassie and Will are close friends. Honestly she was probably around him the most when everyone separated off in s3 making them closer. 

Robin: Robin is her older sister, there isn’t much there. but sometimes Cassie just needs an older sister figure to talk to because she can’t just talk to Steve about everything.

Nancy: Cassie loves Nancy, and honestly misses having her around with her brother - also the only ex of Steve’s she likes

El & Max: She gets along with both of them well, but they honestly don’t have too much in common, though they have all gone on shopping trips before, and she does try to hang out with Max after El moves away with the Byers - even though she gets pushed away just like the boys do.

Mike: She doesn’t like Mike. She finds him annoying, and honestly some times rude as fuck. Though if for whatever reason a group of them are hanging out, or some how they all end up at the Harrington house - she is tolerable of him.

Lucas: She knows Lucas, Lucas knows her, probably have had some classes together, and being on the cheer squad - she has been to plenty of games to see him sit on the bench.

Chrissy: Chrissy took Cassie under her wing, having fought for the younger girl to be on the squad, even though she knew nothing about Cassie, she just knew the girl already knew counts and was able to keep up more than any of the other freshmen girls who tried out.

Eddie: Cassie only knows of Eddie, and what she heard through her brother and Dustin - She still doesn’t understand anything about DnD so there is just a lot of nodding and okaying Dustin to death when he talks about Eddie and DnD.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

His Brown Eyed Girl (Sriracha, Part 29.)

Description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could keep you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: Eleven, you and Hopper couldn’t understand how on Earth came Snow Ball so fast, but it was there - and your baby had the first big date of her life.

A/N: Ah, Snow Ball and the true, official start of Mileven in the history of Stranger Things... Sweet memories. Also, we don’t like sad Joyce Byers. We love to make that little sunshine happy.

Word count: 2.1 K

Tagging: @nemodoren @creedslove @missdictatorme 

Master list: H E R E

When the big day came by, your household was thrown into something that could only be called total anarchy at its best. Eleven was freaking out because she didn't know how to dance and she was going on a ball, Hopper was nervous about that Mike boy putting his hands somewhere where they didn't freaking belong and you couldn't take El there with Hopper - you had to go to work at the bistro, so you could only be there to pick her up.

You helped her with choosing the right make-up for the evening, giving her a pep talk about boys and stuff so Jim would feel less stressed about the whole damn thing. It didn't help a bit, lemme say. And damn, your baby was looking like a Disney princess. Or, that was what you thought.

Let’s be honest, you had freaked about it the whole evening at the bistro, constantly telling Ada about it. She could understand what were you talking about the whole time, though. She had a daughter herself - and even if the girl was now an adult, there once was a time when her baby had to attend her first ball. And she was just as nervous back then as you were that night. When the clock finally showed eight o'clock, you sped out of the bistro, walking on your own through the whole freezing Hawkins.

It was just exciting and couldn't wait for you to get home and talk about the Snow Ball. You loved it back in your day - and yes, you had to admit, you once danced with Steve Harington himself there. And he made you laugh so hard that day, that you cried. The Snow Ball was just bringing out only the best memories in you.

But you didn't stay that enthusiastic for too long. Once you entered the parking lot, you saw Joyce smoking with Hopper, talking about something, looking in front of themselves. For the love of God, you wouldn't get jealous of those two. Never. Joyce was a good friend of yours, just as Julia was, and Hopper? Well, he seemed to be the dream guy for you. You fell for him. And you knew that these two would never do stuff behind your back. You quietly waited behind a car to hear what they are talking about - not because you didn't trust them, God damn it.

The last thing you wanted at that point was to invade their personal space. Jim never jumped into a conversation between you and Joyce, you and Eleven and let alone you and Steve. He was listening to a lot of them, yet never jumped into them - but never had got any bad intentions, neither had you. He was just worried when if you're doing good.

And from what you've heard, Joyce was just... Sad. And that whole situation made you sad as well. Not too long after Jim told her the line - you knew that the sentence had so much emotional value that your heart grew a little heavier when you heard it.

"That feelin’ never goes away." - He said and inhaled, while he was smoking and looking into the ground in front of them, biting on his lip a bit. You couldn't see his face, no, but you knew that freaking man by your heart. You knew when he bites his lower lip and when he's just smiling. - "It is true what they say, you know. Every day it gets a little easier." - He said, giving the cigarette to Joyce before pulling her for a hug.

And your heart sunk a bit lower. For a common listener, it could look like Jim was talking about Eleven, but you knew that the reality laid somewhere else. He was talking about Sara. His baby girl. His angel. The one he would sacrifice the whole world for if he had to. You knew how much he loved and cared for El - and who couldn't see that shit, that person was blind. But when it came to Sara, the things were incredibly personal for Hopper all of a sudden.

Deep down inside, you knew that if sacrificing what you two had would bring his Sara, he would have a hard time deciding - but he would do that. He would most likely turn the clock a few years backward - to a time when you didn't have a clue that somewhere, some James Hopper exists, to the time where you were at Hawkins High and to when he was still married to Diane. It hurt to be that truthful with yourself, but even if you knew how much he loved you, he would do anything just to hug her one last time.

"Are you two having a smoke break without me? Am I banned from the party?" - You said quietly, coming from behind the car, pressing yourself onto Joyce in a loose hug. You put your head onto her shoulder as you closed your eyes and let a long sigh out. Hopper knew that you probably heard everything, but didn't ask about that.

"You weren't even born when he were having high school smoke breaks during the fifth period." - Joyce mumbled into Hopper’s coat with a lazy laugh, putting her hands around you as she pulled you into a tight hug. You two became friends, all thanks to Jim. You cared about Joyce, you could talk to her as an adult with an adult, you could talk to her about kids, about daily motherly things. When you wanted more down-your-age talk, you hit up Julia. But you grew closer and closer to Joyce over the last nine months. Well, since Hopper proposed to you.

"I was born, you're making a child out of me now. I am an adult by law." - You said dramatically to make her laugh, giving a small smile to Jim in the process.

"I'm not entirely sure of that, ma’am. I might need some time to decide." - Hopper told you, giving you a cigarette as well. You shook your head at him, making Joyce grin. It was interesting to see you two interact. Usually, it was either her and Hop or her and you. There weren't many times she had seen you together.

"And he still thinks he's the law in the household even when he has a fiancée. Interesting." - You mumbled, lighting the cigarette up. Joyce was maybe feeling like an invader in that small moment you two were having, but you didn't want her to go away. She was a part of the family now. Just as the kids and Steve were. - "You really should think about what you're saying or we will have a fun little experiment." - You warned him quietly, leaving Joyce laughing while you gave her your cig to have shot.

"You guys are just the best." - She said quietly, meaning every word when she leaned her temple into your shoulder. The rest of the evening, you stood in the freezing goddamn ait and you were mostly just listening to Joyce telling you stories about Hopper’s high school years. He thought that it is embarrassing, but you were laughing at every single one of them.

Jim was the rebel who smoked during periods and wasn't too much of a brain, yet he always made sure that the basketball team always won the match. Joyce was that typical shy, good girl who was under his bad influence and always was in trouble because of him. He used to date a girl named Chrissy Carpenter who, in your opinion, was a total dud. You couldn't understand why Hopper decided to end up with a soon-to-be college diploma psychologist when he used to hook up with such girls.

And even if it was visibly hurting Joyce at that moment, she told you a lot about Bob. And these stories were just light-hearted and about Bob the Brain Newby, now known as Bob the Superhero. And you laughed so much you cried. You didn't know Bob well - you've only met him a few times at Joyce's when you were cooking there... But that man was a sweetheart just by the looks of it. There was no wonder why Joyce dated him. And he also was good with Will and Jonathan, which was a big point for Joyce. When you listened to all of the stories, you wanted to roll the time back and talk with him a bit more.

You didn't quite know what even happened to Bob. Nobody had told you. You just knew that suddenly, he passed away when you were on your vacation in Dakota, believing that he got a bad health condition. You attended his funeral with everyone, holding out El’s shoulder while your elbow was entwined with Jim’s. And even though you didn't know Bob that well at the time, you felt genuinely sad about what happened.

To change Joyce’s thoughts, you decided to tell them both about Steve and the years he was pinning after you, and those stories were extremely embarrassing. Such as the time when he invited you on a Snow Ball in front of a gym full of people after a basketball match. Or when he tried to kiss you once under the Independence Day fireworks. These made Joyce and Jim laugh a lot.

When the part when the kids got out came by, Joyce gave you both a big, long hug full of laugh. You made a deal that just like last year, you'd come by and train the cooking for Christmas day - now, there was supposed to be Nancy and Eleven as well.

Eleven looked like a lot of things happened during the Ball and that she had a lot of fun, which excited you - you sat with her on the back seat, talking the whole time Jim drove his Blazer towards the cabin. Your conversation made him laugh here and there since you were overreacting at literally every small detail Eleven had told you.

But about the kiss between her Mike... That was something she told you only once Hopper was out of radar and you were tugging her in. You rose your eyebrows with surprise and looked at her. You had your first kiss when you were around eleven - but the first ones were just the purest and most wonderful.

"Oh my." - Your face lit up with excitement and a huge smile, sitting on the bed next to her with your mouth opened. - "So you do have a boyfriend now, huh?" - You asked more silently and held her hand.

Eleven now knew who her real mom is and what Papa had done to her. She knew where to find her, but... Terry couldn't replace you. There was a connection of sorts that formed between Eleven and Terry, that was undeniable at that point, but Terry simply wasn't you.

You talked with Eleven about everything, you helped her with a lot of things and guided her through the basics of being truly human, and even more, you showed her, for the first time in her whole life, how motherly love looks like. Terry, even if it wasn't her fault, wasn't the one reading Eleven the bedtime stories, Terry wasn't cooking with her and Terry didn't learn every single word of the new pop songs that were coming out so they could sing it together. It was you, who was doing it with Eleven.

"What?" - El asked quietly because you seemed to be... Sad as you held her palm in yours. Your smile was strangely weird. You licked your lips, smoothing hair out of her forehead with tears in your eyes.

"Nothing, it is... Nothing. You’ve just grown up so fast since the day I saw you for the first time." - You mumbled quietly, laying down next to her, holding her in your arms within a protective gesture. She indeed did grow up quickly. It wasn't that El was already big enough when Jim started to taking care of her... But long gone were the days when she could barely talk or write. It seemed to be a long time ago when she first asked you if you're her mom or if you love her.

That night, you were sleeping in her room with her in your arms. And when Jim has seen that, he just smiled and closed the door behind him, letting you both sleep safe and sound. Because this was his whole world.