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dearharriet · 9 months

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I Want Your Video; Steve Harrington x Reader 📼

summary: steve always takes care of you on a night out.

word count: 1.4K

warnings: drinking, smoking, swearing, fem!reader, fluff

a/n: inspired by a djo song with the same title. i’m such a sucker for steve <3

“I ‘ave to go t’the bathrooom,” you tell Steve, holding tight to the hot skin of his bicep. In a drunken stupor, your thumb swipes sweetly over it once, unable to resist.

His other arm, the one you’re not holding to, has your clutch tucked under it. It’s unclear if he’s being gentlemanly or if he’s monitoring your intake. He certainly didn’t take Nancy’s or Robin’s. Or Argyle’s belly bag.

“‘Kay, be safe,” Steve says, patting your elbow. He looks a touch hot, red-cheeked and a little damp around the edges. Dancing must’ve made a mess of you if he looks so disheveled from just standing and talking. You furrow your brows.

“Come with me?” Pouting, your grip slides down to take his hand, but he pulls away.

“Uh—maybe Nance or Rob should do that.”

He says it like such a request is verboten. You look back towards Nance and Robin, relentlessly moving on the dance floor.

“They won’t go with meeee—“ you whine, and then simper when he sighs in defeat.

Steve steers you toward the stairwell that leads down to the toilets. While you weave through the crowds, he stays behind you, a steadying force at your back.

The stairwell is much cooler than the bar. It’s a relief to suck in air that’s not muggy with sweat and beer. At the bottom of the dingey stairs a couple is draped over one another talking closely, and nearer to the bathroom there’s a trio of people sharing a smoke and waiting. Steve and you take up residence just next to them. The concrete wall is cooling on your hot back and it elicits a sigh.

“Having fun?” Steve asks, facing you with his arms crossed and a shoulder leant on the wall. Your clutch is shoved in his front pocket like a miniature Bible.

“Uh-huh.” You nod with exaggerated windedness. “Wish you’d dance with me, though.”

The bathroom door clicks open and a guy comes out, nodding awkwardly at all seven heads turned his way. The queue dwindles to three again—plus Steve, who is smiling at you apologetically.

“Nah, you wouldn’t wanna see me dance. I tend to intimidate people with how skilled I am.”

A laugh bubbles out of you. “Ohhh, right,” you nod. “Must be hard, having all that talent. And you’re s’busy keepin’ me sober.” You speak so fast the words slur on the way out, and Steve chuckles teasingly.

“I’m doin’ a shit job, aren’t I? You’re in a state already.” He reaches out and brushes your arm when he says this, his knuckles leaving goosebumps behind them. When he pulls his hand back he’s grown more sincere. “Who said I’m keeping you sober? I’ve let you drink all you want.”

“You let me,” you tease, “But you’re keeping my wallet. And you’ve been watching me all night.”

“Yeah, well.” He looks defensive. “Someone’s gotta have your back.”

The bathroom door opens again, and the line shrinks even more. You pick the conversation right back up.

“What ‘bout Nance and Rob? And the guys?” Turning toward Steve, your arms cross so you’re mirroring him. “They’ve all got their wallets.”

“They’ve got each other, too.” Steve playfully swings at your shoulder, and you take the hit willingly. “Who’s got you, huh, rockstar?”

A smile splits your face with glee at the nickname. You step closer and you’re about to answer—you, you’ve got me—when Steve clears his throat.

You frown, and Steve smiles, juts his chin toward the bathroom door. It’s empty, you realize, and Steve and you are alone. It seems the third member of the bathroom trio was only company, like Steve.

“You know what to do,” Steve mutters, and you reluctantly peel away from the wall.

“Oh, wait!” You whip around and offer a hand out for your wallet. Steve gives it over wordlessly, and then you’re locking the door behind you.

As suspected, you look a mess. Your hair is frizzed and a touch tangled. Dark mauve eyeliner has smoked itself out—all over your undereye—and your cheeks are red and dampened with sweat.

Despite it all, you feel good. You brought your clutch so you could touch up your lipstick, and you do, but you don’t need to. It’s almost like what Steve said; You’re a rockstar. You look like one, anyway.

After washing your hands, the only thing you do to your appearance is fluff your hair up even more, playing up this smudged version of your original look.

It feels impossibly easy to grin at Steve once you emerge from the bathroom. Steve laughs.

“Why do I feel like you got more drunk while you were in there?”

You tighten your smile primly. “Not drunker, just better looking.”

Steve pulls his brows together almost painfully, his features unreadable. You saunter over to him anyways, stepping into his bubble. His full back is pressed to the wall now, a leg kicked up, and you’re as close as you can get without being thigh-to-knee. Steve’s nervous eyes scan you.

“Want me to take that?” Steve points to your clutch. You nod, but ignore the hand he has waiting for you. Feeling bold, you reach around him and tuck it into his back pocket. Your chests meet, and then crush closer as you both gasp. Pulling away feels suddenly impossible, so you don't, and Steve doesn’t make you. He licks his lips.

“Y’didn’t lock the door,” he mumbles, but your brain jumbles as his hand smooths over your ribs.

“Hmm?” You can’t be bothered with words, feeling more intoxicated by his touch than the three drinks in your system.

Steve rubs a small circle over your side. “The bathroom door,” he says softly, “it stayed on vacant the whole time.”

Oh, yeah. It had. Your mouth pops open, and then you shoot him a wry grin.

“Whoops.”

Steve’s responding head shake is exasperated but fond.

“You trust me too much,” he sighs.

It’s not a joke. A string of insecurity holds the sentence together, and you know what it is. It’s easy to see that he knows, too. Moving closer, committing to the embrace you’ve found yourself in, you pin Steve with a sincere stare.

“Do I?” It’s excessively rhetorical, stilling any rebuttal he has. Steve purses his lips together, and then glances at yours. You toe up ever so slightly, in anticipation. Both of Steve’s hands are on you now, though they’re holding your arms, keeping you at bay.

“We can’t,” Steve whispers, glancing at the stairwell, and you realize the bar is still upstairs with all of your friends. They’d probably come looking soon, vying for another round, another dance. You look to the stairwell too, and then to the other side of the hall, and back to Steve.

“Yet here we are.” The murmur is sultry, luring Steve closer, tempting his hand to wind into the soft hair at the nape of your neck.

“Here we are,” Steve repeats, and then your lips are abruptly too occupied by his to respond.

Steve’s hand that’s not gripping your neck winds over your shoulders, keeping you close. His nose crushes to your cheek as he drags his mouth over yours again and again.

A part of you—the same part that’s observing how good of a kisser he is—can’t believe you’re mouth to mouth with the Steve Harrington from high school. The other half, probably the truer half, knows it’s been a long time coming. Years of patching up and skirting around each other, protecting each other because you had to, and now taking care of each other because you wanted to. Because no one else would.

When you separate, you’re both breathless and effervescent. Steve is staring at you like you hung the moon.

“You’re so beautiful,” he coos, his thumb caressing the rosy apple of your cheek. Steve has a way of marrying sincerity and charm, and it needles at your heart ruthlessly.

You beam and kiss him again as a thank you.

“Think you might be glowing,” he continues, speaking right into your mouth. His teeth clack against yours as the kiss grows too smiley for its own good.

“You look pretty, too,” you goad, tracing his lips. “Cherry’s a good look on you.”

Steve pinches his brow and then notices your smeared lipstick.

“Aw, come on.”

You laugh and help him wipe it off, but when you return to the bar later, Argyle still complements Steve’s beautiful makeup.

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rafesveryrealgf · 1 year

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he’s so boyfriend

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eds6ngel · 4 months

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Nancy Wheeler x fem reader where the reader had a bad day at work, and to cheer her up, Nancy lets her suck her boobs.

"relax, pretty girl." ˚ ˖ ୧ ♡ ୨ ˖ ˚

nancy wheeler x fem!reader

a/n: thank you for the request, lovely! this personally isn't one of my own kinks, so i hope i did it justice as someone who isn't that educated or experienced in it!

warnings: SOFT SMUT!! fem!reader. established relationship. kissing. boob sucking. biting. mommy kink (i'm sorry. i'm too gay and couldn't help it.) pet names (pretty/sweet girl, lovely, honey, baby.) swearing. food mentions. mentions of sexism. reader is desperate. fluff & comfort [0.9k].

Another day, another bout of sexism.

Walking into the apartment of you and your girlfriend’s shared space, you throw your keys into the tray and let out a loud groan, rubbing your hands over your face.

“You alright, pretty?” you hear your girlfriend call to you, welcomed with the gorgeous sight of pasta boiling on the stove and your love cooking away, hair pulled back with a claw grip and a stained apron sitting perfectly on her body.

You walk up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, fresh spots of bolognese sauce transferring onto your soft skin. Resting your head on her shoulder as she stirs the pasta, you grumble, “No. Jared was being a sexist prick again today.”

“Oh, that asshole?” she grits, the anger in her already rising as she grips the wooden spoon a little tighter.

You lightly kiss her shoulder to calm her down, “It’s fine, baby. I’m getting used to it. Just hit particularly hard today.”

The two of you stand there in silence, the only sounds being the water boiling and the sauce sizzling. Slowly, your hands begin wandering up the sides of her hips, coming to her breasts and gently squeezing them in your palms. She was just so perfect to you, and right now, you just needed to dote on her. You needed to use her to satisfy your needs.

She hums at the feeling, “After we eat baby, okay? I know you’re in pain sweetie, but mommy has to finish cooking first. After we eat, I’m all yours, okay?”

“Okay…” you pout, taking a seat at the dinner table as Nancy plates up the pasta.

Dinner felt like torture. Whatever bra Nancy had decided to wear today made her breasts pop. Her boobs are the most beautiful things on Earth, but sometimes she liked to tease you by wearing bras that accentuated her bust. They were looking right at you, and it made you very distracted as Nancy tried to make conversation.

The both of you seemingly ate a lot faster than usual, leaving your dirty dishes in the sink as you made your way to the bedroom. Immediately you began to kiss slowly all over Nancy’s body, her staring at you with a lopsided grin, hand tenderly weaving through your hair as she appreciated your desperation.

She knew exactly what you needed, letting it out in a teasing manner, “Aw, is my poor shirt in the way? Need mommy’s breasts in your mouth? So desperate for me.”

You nod as your mouth struggles to separate from her skin, “Please mommy. You know I need them when I’m stressed.”

She chuckles lowly, “Yeah…” She lifts her t-shirt over her head, removing her bra and letting her boobs fall, “Relax, pretty girl. They’re all yours now.”

“All mine,” you mumble as you caress your girlfriend’s breasts in your small palms, flicking over her hardened nipples. You look up at her as she nods, “Go ahead, sweet girl.”

You lower your head, taking her left nipple into your mouth and sucking, Nancy humming in content above you. “That’s it, baby. Doing so well.”

You can’t get enough of her breasts, they just fit perfectly in your mouth. So round and perked up for you. As if God designed them exactly for you.

You made sure that you gave extra care and attention to both of them, not wanting to leave your girlfriend unsatisfied. You were doing this for your own pleasure, but your inner caring nature needed to make sure she was feeling all the right emotions too.

Your tongue softly flicked over her right nipple, your eyes gazing up into hers as you took it gently between your teeth, before wrapping your entire mouth around it once more. Nancy let out a soft moan, hand gripping tighter at your locks, trying not to take this any further than it needed to. This was about you after all, not her. You needed to relax, and that meant using her until your heart’s desire.

Your hands grabbed and pinched at the underside and top of her breast, as well as attending to her left one, making sure no inch was left neglected. They were too beautiful not to have every ounce of love poured into them. You rubbed your thumb over her left nipple, squeezing her entire boob as your mouth continued to suck on her right.

Soon enough, the pure exhaustion began to settle in. Your mouth however cannot seem to part from her right boob, your head falling into her cleavage, eyes beginning to slowly droop.

“Tired, baby?” Nancy asks, continuing to stroke your hair softly, “Wanna fall asleep? You must be exhausted.”

You hum and nod, your eyes fully closing, Nancy’s nipple remaining in your mouth as you drift off into a slumber. Even out of consciousness, you could not part from the body of your love. You were made for each other, no matter the circumstances. Awake or asleep, you needed to be at one with her, and your natural bodily reactions adhered to that. You belonged together, forever.

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liyliths · 1 month

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౨ৎ ⋆ ｡˚ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒

summary: turns out nancy wheeler and her family aren't all that bad, but middle school boy humor is the worst. ignoring your gut for once? classic mistake—now a kid's missing, and the guilt trip's free of charge! what's even cooler is that steve harrington won't get off your ass, and loves to make fun of people with missing siblings with his lovely friends. oh, and now barb's missing. hawkins couldn't get any better!

“These are your friends, Harrington. Let that sink in,” Y/N remarked, glaring at him as she crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing with disappointment. Steve’s posture shifted uncomfortably, and for a moment, a flicker of guilt passed through his eyes. “Come on, relax. It was just a joke,” Steve defended, siding with Tommy. His tone was casual, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “What’s the big deal, anyway? Why do you care so much?” “You guys are unbelievable,” Y/N muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. She pushed past them, deliberately knocking her shoulder into Steve’s as she walked away. Her frustration with Harrington had grown deeper than she’d realized, the sting of disappointment lingering.

pairings: steve harrington x reader

warnings: missing kid, nightmares, cursing, carol and tommy deserve their own warning lol

word count: 6.4k

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟔𝐭𝐡, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑

The cool fall air settled over Hawkins as the sun began to set. It was a Sunday evening, and the sound of cicadas had disappeared for the season—instead, the atmosphere was lively with the sound of crickets chirping. Inside the Wheeler’s house, a girl sat on the edge of the living room couch, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her shirt.

She glanced around the Wheeler’s family living room, taking in the comforting normalcy of the space. The room was cozy, with soft lighting and family photos adorning the walls. It was a stark contrast to the chaos she endured with her father—the house was warm and inviting, filled with the comforting aroma of a home-cooked meal in the making.

Nancy walked into the living room, her hair done into an easy-going updo, followed by her younger brother and his friends as she retrieved them from the basement. The middle school boys laughed and shoved each other playfully, their mischievous energy filling the room.

“Y/N, this is my brother Mike and his friends. Guys, this is Y/N—she’s new here.” Nancy introduced the kids to the girl, and she gave a shy smile.

“Hey,” Nancy’s brother began introducing himself. He had dark hair covering his forehead and deep brown eyes, with ghostly skin. “I’m Mike, this is Dustin,” He gestured to a boy whose brown eyes gave a soft glow, with curly brown hair hidden by a cap, giving a small wave and a smile, his front teeth still growing in.

“Lucas–” he pointed toward a boy with chocolate skin and a square haircut, who gave a wave to Y/N with an awkward grin. “And Will,” Mike continued, pointing toward a boy with a brunette bull cut, smiling at Y/N with a sweet expression.

“Nice to meet you all,” The girl gave a tentative smile. “Do you play Dungeons & Dragons?” The curly-haired boy, Dustin, asked with enthusiasm.

“No, I haven’t, but I’ve heard lots about it,” Y/N replied, looking at the boys. “It’s really fun, you should join us sometime.” Will gave a warm smile, and his friend Lucas chimed in. “Yeah, we could always use another player.”

“Definitely,” Mike nodded. “So, what brings you to Hawkins?” He asked and Y/N paused, then with a shrug began speaking. “I’ve been here for a few months. My dad got a job here. It’s… a big change.”

“Well, we’re glad you’re here. Hawkins is a small town, but you’ll get used to it. Everyone is pretty friendly around here.” Nancy gave a comforting smile.

The conversation flowed easily after that, the boys animatedly discussing their latest campaign in Dungeons & Dragons. For a moment, Y/N felt a semblance of normalcy, a sense of belonging she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Barb was supposed to show up a few minutes ago…” Nancy noted out loud as she glanced at her friend, then to the clock on the living room wall.

“Maybe she just got caught up with something. We could give her a call after dinner?” Y/N suggested, noticing her friend’s worry.

“Yeah,” Nancy sighed, nodding. “That’ll be fine.”

As the evening wore on, Mrs. Wheeler called everyone to the dining room for dinner. The table was laden with food, the main course being casserole, and the atmosphere was filled with sounds of clinking cutlery and light-hearted chatter. Y/N was grateful for Nancy's invitation to dinner, feeling the warmth of the Wheeler family's hospitality.

“How are you liking Hawkins, Y/N?” Mr. Wheeler changed the focus of the table to the girl, as Nancy’s little sister picked at her food.

“Holly,” Mrs. Wheeler whispered, “Don’t play with your food. It’s impolite.”

“I’ve been here since late July, I’ve enjoyed my time here so far. It’s definitely different than what I’m used to,” Y/N cleared her throat, setting her fork down. “I do miss Oregon though,” she added.

“What was Oregon like?” Mrs. Wheeler asked curiously.

“Very green,” The girl recalled her memories there. “I loved to hike and draw. My favorite place to visit was Watson Falls, I enjoyed drawing that the most,” she answered politely, taking a sip of water.

“That sounds lovely. I’m sure Hawkins will grow on you as well, there’s some beautiful landscape here. You should give the quarry a visit,” Mrs. Wheeler sent a friendly smile while attempting to get Holly to finish the rest of her dinner.

“I will keep that in mind, Mrs. Wheeler.” Y/N sent a grateful nod, continuing to eat her dinner.

After dinner, the boys retreated to the basement to continue their game, while Y/N and Nancy went upstairs to her room to call Barbra. The bedroom was neatly decorated, with pink and white lined wallpaper and a fancy white bedframe. She had posters hanging on the wall of her interests—with blue, pink, and white sheets on her bed complimenting the rest of her room.

Y/N watched as Nancy approached her nightstand, picked up her phone, and dialed Barb’s home number. She took a seat on the edge of Nancy’s bed, listening to the line ring with no answer. “Weird,” Nancy put the phone down, her eyebrows knit together in concern. “Maybe she and her parents have already gone off to bed…” Y/N gave a small shrug.

“It’s just not like her, you know? She’s always crazy about plans, she makes sure she’s never late, and would freak out if she missed something…” Nancy took a seat next to Y/N, scooting back on the bed, and criss-crossing her legs.

“I’m sure it’s fine, Nance… we’ll see her on Monday,” Y/N observed her worried friend.

“You’re right… we’ll see her later.” Nancy gave a soft smile as the room fell into silence, the only noise being the crickets sounding outside of the bedroom window.

“How’s Steve?” Y/N brought up the boy, breaking the silence, noticing the way Nancy’s face brightened at the mention of him.

“He’s good,” She replied, a giddy smile spreading across her lips. But then she sighed, the excitement fading. “Boys are just so confusing, though.”

Y/N frowned. “He still hasn’t asked you out?”

“Nope, still nothing,” Nancy admitted, her gaze dropping to her hands. She hesitated, then added quietly, “I keep wondering if he even cares, or if he’s just stringing me along.”

Y/N tilted her head, studying her friend. “You think he’s into you?”

Nancy shrugged, then glanced at Y/N with a flicker of uncertainty. “I don’t know… he’s just extra friendly with other girls… you too, you know? It seems different with you sometimes…” Her voice carried a subtle hint of something Y/N couldn’t quite pin down.

She quickly brushed off the comment, but the unspoken tension between them thickened the air. “I’m not interested, just so you know,” Y/N said firmly, though her tone lacked conviction. The silence that followed was heavy, until Nancy’s voice finally broke through it, changing the topic.

“How are you really doing, Y/N? It must be hard, moving and everything. You seemed to really like Oregon.” Nancy questioned.

“To be honest…” The girl sighed, hesitating for a moment, unsure of opening up. “It’s been tough. It’s always hard every time we’ve moved, I’ve had to leave my friends behind each time… so I eventually just stopped bothering to make friends.” The girl shrugged, as Nancy listened intently.

“My dad… he’s not handling things well, but—I’m managing. He has a court date in December for custody over me, or else the state will take custody. That’s why I’ve been living with Chief Hopper, he’s been kind enough to let me stay with him in the meantime so I don’t go into foster care.” She explained, the uncomfortable feeling of opening up weighing on her shoulders.

“I’m sorry…” Nancy furrowed her eyebrows, unsure of how to relate and empathize with her, realizing the girl had much more going on in her life than she’d thought. She reached out for Y/Ns hand, giving her a comforting squeeze.

“If you ever need to talk or anything, I’m here. You’re not alone anymore,” Nancy gave a warm smile.

“Thanks, Nancy. It means a lot—”

A quick, rapid knock interrupted their conversation, the door swinging open and hitting the wall to reveal the curly haired boy, Dustin, grinning ear to ear with a pizza box in hand.

“Ladies, I come bearing gifts! Last slice—sausage and pepperoni. Who’s the lucky winner?”

Y/N exchanged a glance with Nancy, who sighed dramatically before getting up. “You’re too kind, Dustin,” she muttered, her voice dripping with mockery as she approached the door. She gave him a condescending smirk before slamming the door in his face.

From the other side of the door, Dustin’s muffled voice called out, “Oh, come on! You didn’t have to slam it, Nance! By the way, Mrs. Wheeler says it’s time to hit the road, so let’s move it, people!”

Nancy rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at her lips as she turned back to Y/N. “Guess that’s our cue,” she shrugged, shaking her head at Dustin’s antics.

As the pair made their way downstairs, they found Mike begging Mrs. Wheeler for his friends to stay a bit longer, his pleas no use as the other boys were already gathering their things by the front door, preparing to head out.

“Thanks for having me over, Nancy,” Y/N said warmly, giving her friend a grateful smile. “And, if you hear anything from Barb, please let me know. I'm sure we'll see her on Monday."

Nancy returned the smile and pulled her friend into a quick hug. There was a hint of worry in her eyes at the mention of Barb, but she masked it with a warm, grateful tone. “I will, thanks for coming, Y/N. Tonight was fun.”

Y/N nodded, offering a reassuring smile before heading to the door. She gathered her things, slipped into her jacket, and opened the front door.

The crisp night air greeted her as she stepped outside, sending a shiver down her spine. The autumn chill was sharper now, and she pulled her jacket tighter, feeling the cold seep through the fabric. The boys were already outside, grabbing their bikes and turning the headlights on, their breath puffing out in visible clouds as they prepared to ride off into the night.

“There’s something seriously wrong with your friend, Y/N,” Dustin announced as he watched the girl grab the bike Hopper had let her borrow, the cool metal of the handlebars biting against her gloved hands.

“What do you mean?” Y/N shot him a curious glance, one eyebrow raised.

“She’s got a stick up her butt,” Dustin announced with all the seriousness of a doctor delivering bad news, his words muffled by the last bite of pizza he had offered stuffed in his mouth. He hopped onto his bike, wobbling a bit as he tried to balance and chew at the same time.

“Yeah, and it’s probably because she’s been hanging out with that douchebag Steve Harrington,” Lucas chimed in, giving the group a knowing look as he mounted his own bike.

“She’s turning into a real jerk,” Dustin shook his head, finally getting his balance with a piece of pepperoni stuck to his chin, clumsily attempting to wipe it off.

“She’s always been a jerk,” Mike muttered, sounding more annoyed than usual, but Dustin was quick to jump in.

“Nuh-uh, she used to be cool! Remember that time she dressed up as an elf for our Elder Tree campaign?” Dustin’s eyes lit up with the memory as he started pedaling down the Wheeler’s driveway, Lucas keeping pace beside him.

“Four years ago!” Mike shouted after them, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“Later, losers!” Lucas called over his shoulder, laughing as he sped ahead with Dustin.

“It was a seven,” Will spoke, his eyes meeting Mike’s as he mounted his bike. “Huh?” Mike turned his gaze to his friend as Y/N observed, not wanting to leave Will behind.

“The roll, it was a seven.” He clarified, observing the confused expression on Will’s face. “The Demogorgon, it got me.”

“You ready, Will?” Y/N asked after a brief moment of silence as Mike didn't say anything in response, mounting her bike alongside Will.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow, Mike!” Will waved, pedaling alongside Y/N as they raced to catch up with the other boys. Y/N glanced back one last time at the Wheeler house, noticing the lights flicker on and off. She shook her head, brushing the uneasy feeling off her shoulders, and focused on keeping up with the boys. Nighttime was always creepy, anyway.

The group pedaled on in relative quiet underneath the stars until they neared Lucas’s neighborhood. As they approached his street, Lucas slowed down, preparing to peel off. “Goodnight, ladies,” he quipped with a smirk, veering his bike into his neighborhood.

Dustin, not one to let an opportunity slip, called after him, “Make sure to kiss your mom ‘night for me!” His voice dripped with mischief, and Y/N couldn’t help but share a smirk with Will, a little amused by the boys' playful banter.

As Lucas disappeared around the corner, Dustin turned back to Y/N and Will, a playful gleam in his eye. “How about a race back to my place? Winner gets a comic. You in, Y/N?” He suggested, confidence oozing from his tone.

“How far is it?” She questioned, glancing at the boy as she continued pedaling. “Just up the street past this hill,” The curly-haired boy pointed ahead.

“Any comic?” Will questioned, his voice brimming with excitement as he eyed Dustin.

“Any comic,” Dustin confirmed, his smirk widening, clearly underestimating the competition—confident in winning.

But Will wasn’t waiting around. Without a word, he shot forward, his bike tires screeching against the pavement as he took off. Y/N gave a small grin, “Guess that’s go!” She laughed, racing after Will, her legs pumping hard as she pushed ahead up the hill.

“Hey, I didn’t say go!” Dustin shouted, his voice trailing off as he scrambled to catch up, realizing too late that he’d been left in the dust. In no time Will was already over the hill, passing his friend’s mailbox. With a triumphant grin, he called back, “I’ll take your X-Men 134!”

Y/N, not far behind, pushed her bike to its limits, the cool night air rushing past her. She caught up with Will, their bikes nearly side by side. She could see Dustin in the distance, standing on his bike by his mailbox with an expression of pure disbelief.

“I’m gonna kill you, Byers!” He threatened, though his tone was more amused than serious. He watched helplessly as Y/N and Will disappeared into the night, their victorious cheers echoing in the distance.

As the pair approached the intersection where Y/N needed to turn off for Hopper’s cabin, she glanced over at Will, who was focused on the road ahead. The shadows of the trees lining the street made the night seem even darker, and Y/N hesitated.

“Hey, Will,” she called out, her voice cutting through the stillness of the night. “Do you want me to ride with you to your place? It’s pretty late.”

Will looked over at her, offering a small, reassuring smile. “No, it’s fine,” His tone was light, but there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

They reached the corner, and Y/N slowed her bike, still not entirely comfortable with the idea of leaving the boy alone. “Alright… just be safe, okay?” She said, eyebrows raising, her concern evident as she made the turn onto her street.

“Promise. You too!” Will called back, his smile fading into the darkness as Y/N glanced over her shoulder one last time.

The unease lingered as Y/N pedaled toward Hopper’s cabin, the quiet of the night amplifying her thoughts. She tried to shake it off, reminding herself that Will had probably done this countless times before, knowing he and his friends take this route all the time. Still, as the cabin came into view, she couldn’t help but feel guilty, and a small knot of worry settled in her chest.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

The bedroom inside of Hopper's cabin was dimly lit by the soft glow of sunrise flooding through the curtains as birds began to chirp, signifying the start of a new day. Y/N tossed and turned in her sleep, her brows furrowed—her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.

The girl found herself standing in a dark, dense forest. It looked like Hawkins, but had an ominous, dark atmosphere. Particles were floating in the air, with vein-like vines covering the ground, and the trees loomed high above her, their branches twisting like skeletal fingers against the moonlit sky. An eerie silence hung in the air, only to be broken by the distant sound of something rustling in the darkness ahead.

As she carefully treaded further into the forest, she noticed a faint, pulsating glow emanating from between the trees. Curiosity and fear warred within her as she cautiously approached the light. The glow grew brighter, illuminating her surroundings in an otherworldly orange and red hue.

Her heart dropped as she spotted a small figure that ran into hiding behind a tree stump. Her face grew pale and her breaths grew heavier as her heart raced, watching another figure—its body unnaturally tall and disproportionate travel toward where the small figure was hiding.

It was hunting.

Suddenly—the figure snapped its head towards her, faceless, and it looked monstrous, with gray, slimy skin. The girl desperately tried to scream, but no sound escaped her lips, her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach, filled with a sense of dread.

Y/N’s eyes flicked open, and she jerked awake—her body covered in a cold sweat. She sat up in bed, her breathing ragged and her heart racing. The remnants of the nightmare clung to her, making it difficult to shake the unsettling feeling.

Nightmares were nothing new, she’d had them since the passing of her mother, but they’d become more frequent since her move to Hawkins. She glanced around her room, the familiar surroundings calming her racing thoughts. She reached for her sketchbook on the nightstand, her hands trembling slightly as she flipped it open to a blank page.

Without hesitation, the girl began to sketch what she had seen in her dream. Her hand moved swiftly and precisely, capturing the haunting image of the glowing portal and the small figure that hid behind the stump, and then she started on the monstrous figure she spotted in the dream. The act of drawing seemed to bring a small measure of relief, grounding her in the present.

As she finished the sketch, she stared at it, a sense of unease settling over her. That dream felt all too real, but she quickly brushed it off as she saw the clock read the time, 6:46 AM.

“Shit,” she muttered to herself, “School starts at 7:15.”

The early morning light filtered through the trees, casting a soft glow over the rustic kitchen. Hopper was already up, making strong coffee that filled the household with the scent, while Y/N made careful but quick steps down the hall from her room into the kitchen.

The girl treaded into the kitchen, her sketchbook and pencil clutched tightly in her hand. Hopper looked up from his mug of coffee and newspaper in hand, his eyes softening when he saw her pale face and the dark circles under her eyes.

"Morning, kid. You’re up late."

"Didn't sleep well." The girl gave a forced smile, raising her eyebrows to add expression. Hopper poured her a cup of coffee and pushed it across the table toward her. Y/N sat down, placed her sketchbook on the table, opened it to a blank page, and took a tentative sip of coffee before grimacing.

“Yuck,” the girl emphasized. “That’s how you drink your coffee?” She asked, trying to shake off the taste from her tongue.

“I like mine bitter.” Hopper gave a small chuckle and passed milk to her for creamer.

“You okay?” He observed the girl, who seemed shaken as she poured the milk into her coffee. She hesitated for a moment before speaking, unsure of what to say.

“Just… one of those nights. I had a nightmare, it’s nothing new though. They’ve always been around.”

Hopper's expression turned serious. He leaned in slightly, his concern evident. “You wanna talk about it?” He questioned, carefully.

“No. It’s nothing, just a bad dream.” The girl was quick to refuse, focusing on her sketchbook.

Hopper sighed, leaning back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't want to press her, especially after everything she'd been through. "Alright. Just remember, if you ever need to talk, I'm here. Got it?"

Y/N gave a soft nod, appreciating the man’s concern. They continued their breakfast in relative silence, the weight of the unspoken conversation lingering in the air as the girl continued to work on her drawings in her sketchbook, flicking through a few pages.

Hopper glanced at the girl’s sketchbook, watching her skim past a drawing of her nightmare—the mysterious figure alarming him. “Hey, what was that?” Hopper stopped the girl, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” She shook her head, turning the page to a new, empty one, quickly brushing him off. Hopper sat in silent thought, and as they finished up, he grabbed his keys, put on his chief hat, and motioned for Y/N to follow him to the truck.

While they drove to school, the early morning sun cast long shadows on the road with a soft yellow glow. Hopper glanced over at the girl who was staring out the window, lost in thought—he wondered what was going through her head.

The pair arrived at Hawkins High, the parking lot already bustling and lively with students. The air was cool and colorful fall leaves covered the concrete as Hopper parked the car momentarily, the vehicle coming to a stop.

“Have a good day, Hopper.” The girl began to open the car door, sliding out with her shoulder bag. "You got it. And hey, try to have a good day too, alright?”

Y/N nodded and stepped out of the truck, sending a small wave through the window, and walking to the high school’s entrance. She felt a little better knowing that Hopper had her back, but the image of her nightmare still lingered—it was something she couldn’t quite shake off her mind.

As the bell was about to ring any minute, the girl rushed to her locker to exchange her books for first hour as she pressed play on her Walkman, lyrics flowing to her ears through her headphones. Her hair bounced as she walked, highlights in her hair reflecting in the sunlight—in a half-up, half-down style she had done in the car ride to school.

“Club Tropicana, drinks are free Fun and sunshine, there’s enough for everyone All that’s missing is the sea”

As lyrics flowed through her headphones, she followed students to the lockers. The hallway was crowded, with students still rushing to their classes and exchanging books in their lockers. As Y/N turned the corner in the hall, she ran into someone, her bag and headphones flying from the impact as she tried to steady herself.

“Watch it!” The boy's voice sounded rudely as he walked off, barely glancing at Y/N.

“Asshole.” The girl muttered under her breath, kneeling to pick up her Walkman and what fell out of her bag until she was met with a familiar face—Steve Harrington.

The boy knelt to help Y/N pick up the mess, making eye contact with the girl. She gave him a flat look, beginning to speak. “Steve, are you ever going to give up?” She sighed, knowing he had no obligation to help her.

“What do you mean? I’m just helping my fellow peer pick up her mess,” He stated defensively.

“Or rather, you should be in class,” Y/N bickered with the boy, and as they spoke, lyrics continued to flow from the Walkman on the ground, and the brown-haired boy caught onto the song.

“But don’t worry, you can suntan Castaways and lovers meet Then kiss in Tropicana’s heat”

“You like ‘Wham!’?” Steve gestured toward the Walkman as he gave Y/N her things that fell, their fingers brushing against each other as she retrieved her items.

“Yeah,” she simply replied, an utterly uninterested look crossing her face.

“You’ll have to show me what’s on your Walkman sometime,” Steve gestured to the device in her jeans pocket, his eyebrows raising, looking down at her.

“Sure, Steve.” She gave a tentative nod, brushing past him as she continued her walk to her locker.

“I’ll see you around,” The brown-haired boy watched as Y/N walked off, with slight disappointment painting his tone.

As the girl switched her school books from her locker, she noticed a few girls across the hall glancing at her and whispering to each other, their hands covering their mouths as they talked. She sighed, slamming her locker shut, having to walk past them to get to her class behind the group.

“Did you hear Steve hooked up with one of his exes at a party last weekend?” One of the girls gossiped to the other, watching as Y/N walked past them into her class.

“Of course,” The girl shook her head, thinking to herself as she sat at her desk. “Like I’ve been saying—typical arrogant douchebag.”

As her eyes flicked between her paper notes and the whiteboard for her upcoming test, she noticed her seatmate was not in class today. Jonathan Byers—brother of Will Byers who she met the other night, had perfect attendance from what she’d observed, but she was quickly broken out of thought as her teacher began speaking about the lesson.

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫

The lake sounded softly with water moving with the breeze, while birds chirped happily in the distance. Y/N hopped off of her bike and set it on the wall of Hopper’s trailer. She noticed Hopper’s vehicle was parked outside, wondering why he was home early—and why he didn’t give her a ride home from school.

The girl opened the trailer door, noticing the chief rushing around the house urgently with his uniform still on. “Why are you home early?” She questioned, curiously, watching him grab his uniform jacket.

“Had to stop by for a few things. Kid went missing, Will Byers.” Hopper quickly spoke as the girl’s heart dropped, remembering the familiar name—the innocent face. It was the boy she biked home with, and left alone, on her watch.

“Missing?” She questioned, disbelief coating her tone.

“Yeah, I’ll be back late, there’s a search party going out for him in about thirty minutes. Keep the door locked,” He rushed toward the front door.

“And no, you can’t come with me to look. There’s leftovers in the fridge.” And before Y/N could protest, Hopper had already walked out of the trailer.

Unease settled over her as she locked the front door and made her way to her room, finding her sketchbook, hoping to distract herself from the guilt and worry now gnawing at her mind. She grabbed her Walkman and put her headphones on, turning on music—filling in the silence of the trailer.

The more the clock ticked by, the more she believed it was her fault the boy was missing. If she had just insisted on biking home with him, maybe whatever had caused him to go missing wouldn’t have. She silently sketched in her notebook, trying to drown the thoughts, before finding herself drifting asleep.

“And I love you, I love you, I love you Like never before”

A woman sang softly, her voice sweet like honey, sat at the edge of a child’s bed. The warm glow of a bedside lamp cast soft shadows across the child’s bedroom, filled with pastel-colored walls and shelves lined with stuffed animals.

A gentle breeze from the open window stirred the curtains, bringing in the sweet scent of summer flowers from the garden outside. Y/N, a young girl of about six, was snuggled underneath her favorite quilt, its patchwork of colors a testament to her mother’s loving handwork.

“And I wish you all of the love in the world But most of all, I wish it from myself"

The woman continued singing the lyrics, smooth and comforting. Her mother’s hand gently stroked her hair, the rhythm matching the gentle melody of the song. The woman’s hair was long and beautiful, with big bright eyes to compliment the color of her hair.

Her father stood at the doorway, leaning against the frame with a warm smile etched on his face. He watched the scene with tender eyes, cherishing the moment. As the song came to an end, he walked over to the bed, placing a soft kiss on Y/N’s forehead.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice filled with warmth. Her mother leaned in, kissing her cheek.

“Sleep tight, my little songbird,” she smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling with love.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

When Hopper finally returned in the early hours of the morning, he found Y/N asleep on the couch with sunlight pouring through the curtains, her headphones still on, lyrics flowing out of them. He gently took them off, setting them on the coffee table. The man watched her for a moment, a mix of affection and concern in his eyes, before gently waking her.

The girl rose—panic filling her eyes, gasping, as Hopper was slightly startled by her awakening so abruptly. “Jesus,” He sighed, holding the girl’s shoulders. “It’s just me, time for school, kiddo,” Hopper announced, watching the girl observe her surroundings, grounding herself in the present.

“When did you get here?” She asked, still catching her breath from the sudden awakening. “Just now—” The man began to speak, before getting interrupted by Y/N’s urgent voice.

“Did you find Will?”

“We searched for him all night, no signs of him,” Hopper replied, disappointed, watching concern etch over the girl’s tired expression.

“But don’t worry—okay, we’ll find him. Look, the worst that’s happened in Hawkins is an owl attacking an old lady’s head because it thought her hair was a nest,” he attempted to lighten the mood, letting out a light chuckle recalling the event.

“Alright, get some rest then, you’ve been out all night. I’ll get ready for school,” The girl gave a soft, slightly forced smile, watching Hopper take off his chief hat with a sigh.

“I’ll try, kid.”

𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥

The high school hallway buzzed with the usual chatter and clatter of students, lockers slamming shut as groups of friends milled about between classes. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh, almost sterile glow over the tiled floor, while faded posters for the upcoming dance and pep rallies clung to the walls, their edges curling with age.

Y/N was rummaging through her locker, swapping out textbooks for her next class, when the locker door slammed shut unexpectedly. She jumped back, her heart racing, only to find Nancy standing right behind it, looking anxious.

“Jesus!” Y/N exclaimed, pressing a hand to her chest as if to steady her heartbeat. She barely had a chance to catch her breath before Nancy started talking, her words tumbling out in a rushed, frantic stream.

“You heard about Will, right? Has Hopper found anything? Mike is freaking out,” Nancy asked with a sense of urgency. The halls were crowded as it was passing period, and everything about that day seemed off.

“I heard, and he hasn’t found anything,” Y/N shook her head as she shifted her attention, looking over to see Jonathan Byers—who was missing in class yesterday, and Nancy turned her attention to what she was looking at. Jonathan was at the school board, hanging up missing posters of his little brother.

He was wearing a jean jacket with brown fleece complimenting the color, and his light brown hair was similar to his brother's bull cut, except longer, and he carried himself with an awkward stance.

“Should we go talk to him?” Nancy questioned, hesitation etching at her.

“What’s the worst that could happen? Come on,” Y/N began walking to the boy, with Nancy following suit. While the pair walked through the hall weaving through peers, Y/N heard a familiar voice speaking through the crowd.

“Oh god, that’s depressing,” Steve mumbled, wearing a green sweater matched with dark jeans, his hair styled almost perfectly, watching the scene of Jonathan putting up posters of his missing brother.

“How much do you want to bet he killed him?” The idiot, Tommy, chuckled as Carol snickered at his comment.

“Shut up, dude.” Steve shoved him, shaking his head. Y/N stopped in her tracks as she passed by the group, watching Nancy continue to make her way toward Jonathan, before turning to face Steve and his friends.

“What the hell is wrong with you guys?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, watching Steve’s face distort into shock, where did she come from?

“Aw, is Ms. Prissy upset?” Carol chimed, while Tommy grinned at the comment.

“What would you do if that was your sibling?” Y/N held her hands out, pointing toward Will’s missing person poster, not able to believe the ignorance of this group.

“Come on, Smith, can’t you take a joke?” Tommy exclaimed, raising his hands in mock surrender, a smirk playing on his lips. Carol snickered beside him, clearly enjoying the tension, while Steve stood to the side, searching for the right words—but coming up empty.

“Come on, relax. It was just a joke,” Steve defended, siding with Tommy. His tone was casual, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “What’s the big deal, anyway? Why do you care so much?”

“You guys are unbelievable,” Y/N muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. She pushed past them, deliberately knocking her shoulder into Steve’s as she walked away. Her frustration with Harrington had grown deeper than she’d realized, the sting of disappointment lingering.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called out, and the girl turned to see Nancy hurrying toward her.

The girl let out a sigh, her eyes flicking over to Harrington’s group still lingering at the end of the hallway, before looking at her friend, Nancy. “Is Jonathan okay?” She asked, concern lacing her tone.

Nancy nodded, but looked worried. “As okay as you can be when your brother’s missing,” she replied, biting her lip. She hesitated for a moment before continuing, “You know, have you seen Barb around? I haven’t seen her today, and I’m starting to get worried.”

“No, I haven’t seen her since Friday still,” Y/N frowned, her expression turning into question, clutching her books tighter. It was unlike Barb to miss school. Skipping dinner was one thing, but skipping class? That was odd.

“We were supposed to have dinner together on Sunday,” Nancy recalled, her voice tinged with anxiety. “Now she’s not even at school, and I haven’t heard from her.” Worry etched itself across her face, her brow furrowing deeply.

“She might be sick, she’s probably just resting,” Y/N offered, trying to sound reassuring even as a nagging doubt tugged at the back of her mind. “We’ll probably see her tomorrow.”

“Yeah… maybe,” Nancy sighed, but her eyes still held a shadow of concern as she shook her head, not entirely convinced.

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫

The cool autumn air settled over the woods of Hawkins, carrying with it the scent of colorful fallen leaves dancing with the breeze. Birds chirped in the treetops, their songs sounding over the rustling of the wind through the tall trees. The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest floor as nightfall slowly began to creep over the quiet, small town.

Inside Hopper’s cabin, the light from the kitchen cast a warm glow over the room, the fireplace adding a soft, comforting crackle. Hopper sat across from Y/N, his face drawn with the weight of his thoughts.

“I have a feeling things are about to get busier with everything going on,” he said, his voice heavy. “I don’t like the idea of leaving you alone out here. If you need to stay a few nights at your friend’s...” He trailed off, trying to recall the name.

“Nancy,” Y/N reminded him, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Hopper, is it really that bad?” She asked, watching as he rubbed his mustache and set his fork down, the lines on his forehead deepening.

Hopper sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t want to worry you, kid,” he said softly. “But yeah, it’s getting serious. We’ll find him though," He tried to sound reassuring, but the uncertainty in his eyes made Y/N’s heart sink.

“I was the last person that saw him.” The girl brought up, unspoken guilt beginning to gnaw at her expression as she absent-mindedly picked at her plate.

“What do you mean?” Hopper’s eyebrows furrowed, pausing his chewing, his mouth slightly full.

“I was at Nancy’s house on Sunday, with him and his friends. I biked home with them, and Will and I split off. I was the last person to see him, the last one responsible... and if I would’ve biked him home—”

“No, don’t think like that, kid.” The man shook his head, giving a firm look to the girl.

“But Hopper—”

“I mean it. Don’t let that eat you up inside, okay?” The chief looked at the girl, his expression softer, raising his eyebrows as she gave a soft nod. She poked at her TV dinner, stirring the mashed potatoes around on her plate in thought.

Noticing the girl’s lack of appetite, Hopper gestured to her plate. “What’s the deal? You don’t like peas?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as she pushed the green spheres around.

Y/N wrinkled her nose and shot him a skeptical look. “Have you seen these things? They’re so mushy,” She complained with a frown, spearing one with her fork for emphasis, watching it fall apart with the pressure.

Hopper chuckled, the sound breaking the tension in the room. “Yeah, well, at least you won’t starve,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Mushy peas or not, you need to eat.”

𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲

The morning bustle of Hawkins High filled the hallways with the clatter of lockers and the hum of conversation. Y/N was at her locker, swapping out her books for second period, when Nancy's voice suddenly broke through the noise.

“Barb isn’t here,” Nancy announced, appearing suddenly at Y/N’s side. The words made her heart drop. She turned to face her, books in hand, but the words caught in her throat when she saw the worry etched on Nancy's face.

“She wasn’t in my first period,” Nancy continued, her voice rising with desperation. “Something’s wrong, Y/N. I can feel it.” Her eyes searched Y/N’s, looking for some reassurance, but the girl could only stare back, her own unease growing.

Nancy's hands gripped the books she held, knuckles whitening. “I think something terrible has happened.”

Y/N swallowed hard, glancing around at the students milling past them, the hallway feeling suddenly too crowded, too loud. “Have you called her parents?” She asked after a moment, her voice barely audible over the din.

Nancy nodded quickly, almost frantically. “Of course, I called her parents! They thought she was with me, I told them she wasn’t, and now they’re freaking out too!” She held her arm, visibly distressed, her eyes darting around as if searching for answers.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to stay calm for both their sakes. “Nancy, I... I don’t know what to do,” she admitted. “With Will missing, the thought that Barb might be too...” She trailed off, not wanting to believe her own words.

Hawkins was supposed to be quiet, a place where nothing ever really happened, but that was before Will Byers went missing, with the entire town on edge.

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Secret moments

summary | a collection of steve and yours moments together while hiding your relationship from your brother johnathan, before he finds out.

pairing | steve harrington x fem!cheerleader!byers!reader

wc | 1.6k

warnings! | steve uses the reader to get closer to nancy (it’s only for like a second) and, very slight smut!

genre | fluff!

requested? | yes!

authors note! | hey everyone! i got this request right before last week, and i have just now finished it, so if you sent something in around that time i promise that i am getting to them now! i have just been super busy! and as always, i do i have really bad OCD that causes me to write in some random capitalization, and punctuation, But I think that we don't have to worry about that in this fic lol. And let me know if there are any mistakes, but please be kind

“Bye! I’ll see you at school!” She yelled to Johnathan as she left out the door to head to school in her cheer uniform. Chrissy had just gotten her driver's license and wanted to drive her and her best friend to school that day. She got into the car and the two imminently started gossiping to each other as if she hadn’t just seen her best friend a few days before.

“Oh my god, you know who has started calling me?” She said to her, turning your head towards her as she was driving.

“Who?” She asked while barely giving her a glance, keeping her eyes on the road.

“Steve.Harrington.” She said while bringing the mirror down to apply some lip gloss.

“Shut up.” Chrissy said while pulling into the school parking lot.

“Yeah, it has been so random.” She said while putting the mirror back up. “He just started hanging around me last Friday when I was with Nancy and Johnathan. I thought it was just a coincidence, but then he started calling the house, and thank god I answered, Jonathan would flip.”

“Well, Speaking of Steve, he’s standing by the doors to get into the school. Do you think he’s waiting on you?” Chrissy said while the two of them got out of the car and started walking towards the door.

“There is no way.” She said while walking with Chrissy to the front doors.

“Hey (Y/n).” Steve said when he looked up, and then he pushed himself off the wall while taking his sunglasses off.

Chrissy mumbled a quick “Told you so.” before throwing her friend a smirk and leaving the two of them alone.

“Um, Hey Steve.” She said back while giving him a smile.

“Will you mind if I walk you to class?” Steve asked her while running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, I don’t mind!” The girl said while smiling up at Steve.

That was all a month ago, it had become their routine. Everyday Steve would walk her to class, until he started picking her up for school too. When he started taking her home as well, was when she started asking questions.

“Steve, what are you doing all this for?” She asked while playing with her hands,

“What are you talking about?” Steve asked while they walked to the car together.

“You suddenly started to hang out with me, you never showed any interest before, and now you are driving me to school, and from school, and hanging out with me all the time, I mean, what happened?” She asked when she stopped in front of Steve's car.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve said while laughing, causing the girl to hit him lightly on his shoulder.

“Steve! Tell me, what changed?” She asked again, with a smile on her face while she looked up at him.

“Alright, okay.” Steve said while laughing with her. “You know how you’re good friends with Nancy?” Steve watched the girl nod, knowing that what he was about to say next could ruin their friendship. “I started hanging out with you because I wanted to try to win her back.”

“Excuse me?!” The girl said while taking a step back, even though she just backed into his car.

“Just let me finish.” Steve said, while grabbing her shoulders to steady her. “I know it was a shit thing to do, that’s why I stopped, except I found myself wanting to actually be with you whenever I could, and not for just trying to win over Nancy. I genuinely started falling for you, I know that you will tell me to go to hell after this, but damn, does that feel good to-” Steve couldn’t get his last few words out before (Y/n) rolled her eyes, and grabbed Steve's face to pull him in for a kiss. The kiss was rushed, but it got Steve to shut up.

When they pulled away, Steve held her by her hips. “Wait, so you’re not mad at me?”

“Oh no, I’m pissed.” She said while leaning back against Steve's car, with a smirk on her face. “But, you can make it up to me, with a really, and I mean really nice date.”

Her and Steve had been seeing each other for months now, the two of them keeping things quiet to avoid her brother finding out, the end of the school year was ending, and they wanted the cheerleaders to perform at the end of year rally. She was just finishing up practice with the other cheerleaders, when she noticed her boyfriend sitting in the stands, watching the practice while pretending to do homework.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” The girl said, while running up to him with her bag hanging over her shoulder, practice just having ended.

“Well, I wanted to watch my girl practice.” Steve said while wrapping his arms around her waist. “I mean you know that I can never get enough of you in that uniform.”

“Steve!” She said while pushing him away from her, causing Steve to pull her back into him. “Someone will see!”

“Let them.” He said, while placing a hand on the side of her face, and pulling her in for a kiss. They were in a public place, so people would have been able to see, but Steve knew that the field was now empty, leaving only the two of them.

Later that summer, the two of them had been spending more time together than ever before. Even with Steve having a new job.

She walked into scoops ahoy, to see her boyfriend serving ice cream to some customers.

“Hey babe!” He said, while the customers made their way out and into the open mall. Steve came out from behind the counter to greet her, but she just started laughing.

“I’m sorry, but what on earth is that hat?” She said laughing while leaning on the counter.

“Yeah, ha ha, just remember, you date this.” He said while pointing at himself, causing the girl to just laugh even more.

They spent the majority of the summer like this, her showing up at his work, and him imminently having her vanilla ice cream ready for her. He would spend his breaks (and even some of his work time) with her, playing with his hair while she ate her ice cream.

“Steve, you know you have work to do?” Robin said from behind the counter, getting a groan from Steve before he got up to go back to work, leaving you alone.

“Steve, will you please focus on the russians.” Dustin yelled to him, while Steve was staring at (Y/n) while she was reading a book.

“I’m sorry, but how do you expect me to help you translate evil russians?”

They were successful in keeping their relationship a secret from Jonthan until one day in late July 1985.

“Steve, what if Jonathan walks in, shouldn’t we be doing this at your place?” (Y/n) asked while Steve was kissing her neck.

“He’s out with Nancy, don’t even worry about it sweetheart.” Steve said while she had her hands in his hair. “Especially if you keep on doing that.” He mumbled close to her before he leaned back in, and connected their lips.

The two of them were so lost in each other that they did not even hear the door open to her bedroom. “Hey (Y/n) have you seen my- OH MY GOD.” Jonathan yelled, while covering his eyes causing the (Y/n) and Steve to pull apart, and Nancy to run in.

“What’s Wrong- Steve?!” Nancy said shockingly. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was trying to do he-” Steve started to say, before he was cut off by his girlfriend.

“Steve Harrington if you finish that sentence, I swear to god I will-” (Y/n) started before Steve cut her off

“Okay, okay sorry!” Steve said while he was holding his hands up. “How long has this been going on?” Jonathan said while pointing his finger between the two of them.

“Almost a year.” She said, causing Johnathan to gasp. “A YEAR?!”

“We didn’t tell you because we knew that you would react this way!” She shouted at her brother.

“Well yeah! What if he hurts you?!” Jonathan shouted back. “You know what people say about him! No offense Steve.”

“None taken” Steve said back while waving a hand. “I know what they say about me too, all good things.”

“We have been together for almost a year, Johnathan, if that was the case, it would be over by now!” (Y/n) said while rolling her eyes at Steve's comment.

“He treats you right?” Jonathan asked, still being protective over his sister.

“Yes he does, you have nothing to worry about, Jonathan.” She said back to her brother.

“Alright then, but if you hurt her, Harrington.” Jonathan said while trying to sound all tough.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Steve said while he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's waist, watching Johnathan and Nancy walk out of the room, shutting the door behind them. “So, should we continue?”

“We just got caught by my brother, and you want to keep going, Steve?” (Y/n) said while turning her head to look at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Well, yeah?” Steve said, smiling back at her.

“You are going to be the end of me, Steve Harrington.” She said as she turned to face him. While wrapping her arms around his neck. “And, I’ll be there until that happens.” Steve says while smiling, and leaning down to kiss her again.

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gravedigginbbydoll · 9 months

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Slumber Party Kissin'

Modern! Nancy x Fem! Reader Smut

Midwest Princess Series

AN: Heyo! So each one of these will be a one-shot based off of a Chappell Roan song and added to a Masterlist later! Please forgive me as this is my first ever time writing with Nancy!

CW: MDNI!!! mature, internalized questioning, unrequited? crush, first queer experiences, mentions of past relationships (Steve and Jonathan), use of nickname Angel, fem! reader (v) x Nancy, 69ing, oral (v), fingering, making out, boob play, etc

Even miles away in Manhattan, Nancy Wheeler had a hold on you.

You two grew up together, photos of the two of you, arms around each other, missing teeth. You whispered secrets to one another, sharing dolls. Nancy was your world. Until you complicated it.

You two shared everything. Right down to first kisses. You thought it was normal to giggle with a friend and kiss, ignoring the weird feeling of her braces behind soft lips. To play with and style her vanilla and coconut hair, the curls soft in your fingers. You whispered to one another how much you disliked boys, Nancy crying over how they stuck gum in her hair.

Hell, you even played Boyfriend and Girlfriend.

You only began to notice Nancy’s apprehension when you both befriended Barb.

Barb wasn’t grossed out by your bond anything, just seemed to joke about how people may perceive you as more.

Nancy stopped holding your hand. She stopped giving you soft kisses on the cheek.

You two stayed friends but drifted apart slowly, busy with your own lives.

Flash forward a few years and Nancy was in college and freshly broken up with her boyfriend and you were in the big city, free spirited. You were learning things, like how you loved the hustle and bustle but missed Hawkins small town charm. She had called your cell phone, voice warm and sweet as ever. Your heart clenched.

“Hey…I know we haven’t hung out in a while, but I’m in New York for an interview with the New York Post…”

“Nance, that’s awesome!,” You exclaimed, heart and mind begging her to come see you, your stomach twisting.

“Um, yeah…So I-”

“Did you need a place to crash, because- Sorry! My connection is so shitty, I-,” You started, heart racing.

“No, yeah! I would appreciate that! Yeah…you’re the best,” Nancy stated, a smile clear in her voice.

“Of course! Like old times, huh? We can make it like a sleepover!,” You grinned, heart threatening to escape its cage.

“Oh yeah! I’d love that! Thanks, angel,” Nancy said softly, before saying her goodbyes as your heart threatened to stop. You hadn’t heard that nickname in a while.

If you knew one thing, it was this: You had…feelings…for Nancy.

You loved her coconut and vanilla shampoo, the way she rolled her eyes when you said something ridiculous, her studious nature, and her blinding smile. She was smart, strong, and maybe a little too stubborn.

You’d suspected it, of course. For years. But you’d never been with a girl. Only a handful of boys had piqued your interest, and most of them… were less than stellar.

Nancy was a constant in your mind, more reassured than cicadas in the summertime.

You immediately sat up in your tiny studio apartment (all you could afford), and rushed out the door.

This had to be the best reunion ever.

When you finished, your apartment was decked out in pink string lights, snacks littering your kitchen counter, along with DVDs stacked up on your coffee table, and all the activities you knew Nancy would love. Face masks, friendship bracelet making, and your switch to play MarioKart (She always beat you).

You stared at the whole set up, proud of the progress, when a knock startled you. You answered the door, eyes wide at Nancy on the other side. She was still petite as ever, but her heels made her a little taller. Her familiar curls were shorter now, her makeup simple but…flawless. She smiled softly at you, blue eyes making your heart stop.

“Hey, Angel,” She said, reaching out for a hug.

You met her hug, melting into her arms and your face buried in her hair. There was that familiar scent, making your heart skip a beat. You pulled away after a bit, trying to will yourself to calm your heart, your face warm.

“Hey, Nance. Come on in, get comfy,” You ushered her in as she looked around, smiling.

“Wow, this is so cute! You didn’t have to go through all this for me,” She said, eyebrows pinched in a way that made you want to hold her hand. You refrained.

“Nonsense! It was fun, honestly,” You shrugged, smiling. You tried to will your eyes away from her lips, her lip gloss capturing the peachy color perfectly.

Shit.

You smiled and clapped your hands, turning around, desperately trying to ignore the stampede of elephants currently running laps in your stomach.

“Well…what movie do you wanna start off with? Mean Girls?”

Nancy and you were huddled under a blanket, currently suffering a sugar high and giggling over Regina getting hit by a bus. A bowl of popcorn rested between the two of you as you chatted, you seemingly playing off the desire to kiss the brunette next to you.

Nancy dug into the bowl, smiling.

“Ya know…Regina George is one of my women crushes,” She joked, eyes twinkling with humor.

You gasped, laughing, “Me too! Me too!,” You couldn’t stop the giggles coming out of your mouth.

“But honestly I’m kind of surprised…All American Sweetheart Nancy Wheeler, Investigative Journalist, Future Nobel Prize Winner…crush on Regina? I thought you’d say like, Cady or Janice…Maybe Karen. I can see you liking a bimbo,” You teased, dodging the popcorn Nancy threw at you in horror, pretty lips in an O.

“Hey! Look, I don’t support the way Regina acts…She’s just really gorgeous. And fashionable. Now for Karen…I prefer Amanda Seyfried in Mamma Mia. She’s super hot there…and sweet,” Nancy smiles, cheeks pink.

Your heart skips a beat, laughing softly. Nancy wasn’t a prude or anything, just a studious and goal driven person, her wit sometimes scaring you. Hearing her gush over girls when you experienced her own apprehension towards you two toeing the line both confused and made you perk up.

Would she maybe give you a chance?

But you were too scared to push it.

You and Nancy eventually wore yourselves out, passing out on the couch.

You woke up after her, the scent of cinnamon and coffee permeating your kitchen. Nancy, always being an early bird, had woken up early and made breakfast. You rubbed at your eyes sleepily, stretching and yawning, trying to shake off the cobwebs.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Nancy piped up, hands holding a mug as she smiled into the mug, eyes sparkling with that same sharpness you adored from her. She was dressed up and makeup simple yet elegant, as per usual. You’d almost forgotten she’d had an interview this morning.

You perked up a bit at her voice, her voice making the stampede of elephants take another lap in your stomach. You seriously needed to get this crush under control.

“Morning,” You piped up, standing up from your couch, stretching.

“So I thought maybe we could explore the city? I’d like to know the place if I get to stay here,” She says sheepishly, her cheeks pink. You felt your heart pick up speed as your cheeks burst into flames.

Nancy. In the city. Around you.

“Sure! Did the interview this morning go well?,” You questioned in the most casual tone you could muster, coming over and grabbing the mug of coffee she so fondly made for you, her remembrance of how you liked it making your chest feel tight.

“Yeah! I think I really impressed them with my past papers and the one I wrote for the Hawkins Post about the Mayor’s embezzling,” She grinned, her expression glowing.

“That’s awesome, Nance,” You smiled, walking around the counter to pull her into a side hug, your hands brushing her waist. You pulled away quickly, covering it with a cough.

“Um, we should celebrate,” You offer, trying to ignore the imagery in your head of Nancy by you, your hands around her waist, your lips on her…

Get a hold of yourself, dumbass.

You ignore the growing need in your belly.

“Yeah! Let’s!,” Nancy smiles, lighting up the entire kitchen.

You smile and let her know you’re going to take a quick shower and change, heading for your drawers and grabbing clothes before heading off to the bathroom, trying to not think of how she had smelled like your soap, clearly using your shower this morning before heading out.

Her lean and petite frame naked and…

You were gonna need cold water.

You and Nancy spent the whole day walking around and exploring, huddled together in jackets, the crisp New York air cutting through the fabric. You showed her Times Square, the Mysterious Bookshop (which of course she poured over, being the mystery lover that she was), Central Park and the Swedish Cottage Marionette Theater (you’d bought tickets in advance like a lovesick loser), and more. You’d ended the night by taking Nancy to a bar, buying her drinks in celebration.

Which is how you had ended up stumbling into your apartment, giggling, the two of you leaned against one another.

You were drunk, falling over yourselves as you sat on the couch and Nancy giggled, cheeks red and hair a mess.

“I can’t beli-lieve I punched that guy,” She slurred, grinning.

You grinned back just as dopey, giggling. “Yo-you were like my knight in shining armorrr,” You drawled out, hiccuping. You leaned against Nancy as she swayed on the couch a bit before standing up, leaving you to flop over.

“Where goooo?,” You sing-songed, the buzz in your veins making you flop around like a fish.

“W-ater…need..to give you,” Nancy mumbled, giggling as she overfilled a glass and it spilled into the sink. “Oops.”

She stumbled over to you, giving you the water, your mind still fuzzy as she stood and tilted your head up and poured the water in your mouth, the desire growing between your legs. You swallowed, cheeks burning.

“Y-you look out for me too much,” You slurred, voice soft.

Nancy flopped next to you, shrugging it off, drinking some of the water. You watched her throat bob up and down as she drank, the wetness beneath your legs pooling as you noticed her jawline and neck, wanting to mark the pale skin with purple and red bruises.

She set the cup down, turning to face you and eyes so intense you sobered up a little.

“Rem-ember when we useded to play boyfriend and girlfriend?,” She asked, voice still slurring slightly but softer.

You nodded, your throat feeling dry. Hell yeah you remembered it. Lips brushing Nancy’s neck, her own lips. Coming much closer to kissing than friends should. Sure, you were young, but you knew the implications. Later on in your early teen years, you two practiced kissing on one another, claiming you didn’t want to be bad at it. It was a giggly and silly sort of kiss, but led to more ‘practice’, you claiming to be nervous. You sort of lied, but Nancy never knew.

“I miss that,” She whispered, eyes staring at the couch as she played with the stray thread that seemed to escape the cushions. You gulped, heart threatening to stop. Your hands shook. You were sobering up quickly, still fuzzy but desire building.

“Y-yeah…Si-simpler times,” You managed to get out, your words stuck in your throat like honey. You turned to sit criss-cross, facing Nancy, your eyes taking in her long lashes and how she bit her lip. Fuck. You wanted to bite it for her.

She leaned forward, voice barely above a whisper as she looked down at your lap, hands fidgeting. “I n-never told you…but I think you were a better kisser than Steve or Jonathan.”

You laughed a bit, heat extending from your cheeks to your neck. “No way…I would always smile and giggle.”

Nancy giggled a bit, smiling and scooting closer, eyes still wandering before looking at you, clearly sheepish and still buzzed. “I mean, I’m sure you’ve improved. You’ve grown a lot.”

You felt your heart stop and your mouth run dry. You swallowed and smiled, trying to tame your flaming skin. “Y-yeah…Definitely more experienced..But nothing’s been crazy,” You joked, waving a hand off, trying to be careful to not cross the line.

Nancy nodded, letting a beat of silence cross before she piped up again. “H-have you ever…done anything…with…a girl?,” She questioned, brow furrowed, cheeks red. She seemed to fidget a bit, making your eyes glance at her chest, which was raising and falling rapidly, splotchy pink. You looked up.

“N-no. Bu-but I mean there’s a first time for everything, right?,” You joked, your stomach twisting and turning at Nancy’s sudden interest in your sex life.

“What about you?,” You asked softly. Nancy shook her head, chewing on her lips again before thoughtfully looking at you, face crossed with an expression you couldn’t read, brows furrowed and eyes guarded. “Wo-would you w-want to?” She bit her lip again, hand touching your calf.

You swallowed, eyes on her touching you. You whispered, your heart racing and the heavy beat loud in your ears. “I mean…maybe..”

She leaned forward a bit and seemed to sigh softly, her voice slightly shaking. “C-can we try…pretending…again? Ju-just…for old time’s sake.”

You felt your brain short circuit as your heart seemed to disappear into the floor, your eyes wide.

“Ye-yeah…I mean we’re tipsy and-”

Nancy cut you off with a bruising kiss, her plush lips capturing yours as you felt your breath get taken away, eyes fluttering closed as she grabbed your jaw with one hand. You kept kissing, breaking apart for air before she crashed back into you, your back hitting the couch as she loomed over you, elbows against the couch, a giggle escaping your lips as Nancy smiled against your mouth.

“Shh, I’m trying to impress you with my kissing skills,” She mumbled against your lips, a smile still on her face.

You were about to retort before she began kissing you more passionately. She licked your bottom lip, making you gasp and allowing her to slip her tongue into your mouth, you softly moaning beneath her.

Your hands drifted up to around her waist, never getting enough of her soft skin. You pulled her in closer, the two of you pressed together. Your hands slipped beneath her top, rubbing at her sides and slowly inching her shirt up inch by inch. She finally sat up, straddling you and throwing off her top, her pale pink and lacy bra making you salivate. You reached up slowly as she bit her lip, nodding. Your hands brushed the fabric, your mind swimming with only thoughts of how intimate this was. You squeezed one breast, Nancy moaning softly before reaching around and undoing her bra, letting it fall loose, blush spreading from her cheeks to her chest. She shrugged off the bra, letting it fall to the ground before grabbing your hands, placing them on her bare breast, chewing on her lip as her blue eyes stared at you with want. You kneaded her breasts, playing with her nipples like you often would with yourself, hips bucking up at the erotic scene unfolding above you. Nancy rolled her hips against yours, moaning at the friction. You felt it too, the direct pressure against your aching core.

Nancy leaned down and continued making out, the two of you moaning against each other's mouths, rolling your hips against one another. Nancy eventually tugged at your shirt, mumbling against your mouth. “Off. Now.”

You moaned against her, tugging your shirt up and over your head as she pulled away, then reaching behind yourself and undoing your bra, shrugging it off quickly as she leaned down and took one of your nipples in your mouth, immediately making you arch your back and whimper beneath her. She didn’t abandon your other nipple either, nimble finger tracing the bud and pinching it softly.

“You feel so soft,” She whispered around your breast, licking the bud before nipping at it. She rolled her hips against yours as you bucked your hips up, moaning. She sat back up, cupping your breasts before pinching both of the buds and making you cry out, blue eyes staring at your chest. “So pretty…”

You reached up from your spot under her, tugging at her button on her jeans, whimpering beneath her as Nancy squeezed one of your breasts delicately before whispering softly. “Be patient, angel.”

She undid your button on your own pants, tugging them down your legs before tossing the pants away, staring at you for a minute, biting her lip. You felt heat crawl from your neck up your cheeks, aware of your nakedness as Nancy spread your legs gently, softly coaxing you. She stared at the wet spot near your center before looking at you, smiling softly.

“Guess I proved myself,” She said softly, making you hide your face in your hands, embarrassed at how easily she made you soak through your underwear. She pulled your hands away gently, tutting. “No, no. I wanna see those pretty eyes…”

She reached out her hand, her pointer finger rubbing your sensitive clit through the fabric, making you writhe beneath her. She hooked a finger into your underwear, eyes eager as she looked at you.

“Can I take these off?”

You nodded wordlessly, lifting your hips so she could remove the one barrier keeping you clothed. Nancy tossed the fabric to the side, staring at your cunt like it was a meal, licking her lips. Her gaze stayed at your dripping core, eyes dark with lust. “Ca-can I…I know I haven’t ever… but-” You cut her off by squeezing her hand that was holding your thigh, nodding. Words were escaping you.

She laid down fully, her soft breath so close that it made you shiver. She licked a stripe up your slit cautiously, continuing when she heard your whining. She kitten licked your clit a few times before sucking it into her mouth, shooting waves of pleasure through the bud. Your hands tangled into her soft curls, the usually tidy brunette waves now a mess. She folded your legs up against your chest in a gentle coaxing manner, humming against your cunt as you did so. She began alternating licking broader stripes and focusing on circling your clit with her tongue. She clearly was calculating which movements and flicks of her tongue made you pull at her hair more, being sure to keep the constant pleasure flowing. Eventually she pulled away from licking and sucking at your clit, moving one of her hands off to rub at the sensitive spot with her fingers, pulling whines from your throat, pleasure bubbling up in your stomach.

“So pretty…so much better than anyone I’ve ever had, angel,” Nancy practically purred, making you buck your hips up into her touch. She stopped for a bit to stare at you, reveling in how your pussy clenched around nothing,

“Nan...Nancy….,” You whimpered, pleasure numbing your brain, need seeping into your bones. “T-touch me, please…touch me…”

Nancy chewed on her bottom lip in thought, her breath hitching as you begged for any release. She stood up quickly, unbuttoning her pants and stripping down to nothing, barely giving you a chance to react to her pink lacy panties. She laid down on the couch, making you sit up and look at her confused. She bit her lip and stared at you, eyes making you shiver. “Come sit on my face, angel,” She coaxed you, swallowing down her nerves. You felt your heart speed up, cheeks hotter than hell, nodding.

You’d known from high school rumors that Steve loved the 69 position, and Nancy was a ‘quick learner’’. Of course this was before Steve grew and matured, becoming the sweet man Nancy befriended and children adored. But this fact intimidated you a bit. What if you sucked at this? You’d never-

Your thoughts were cut off with a soft slap to your thigh, Nancy’s tone firm and meaning business. “Hey, stop overthinking. Just sit.” She laid back down as you climbed on top, your core hovering over her face before her soft hands gripped your hips and pulled you down onto her mouth, immediately lapping at your dripping center. You laid down, opening her legs and starting simple by circling her clit, your hands clammy with anxiety. She moaned around your clit, driving you to continue before slowly lowering your head to her center, licking a tentative stripe, and moaning. Her mouth against you along with the taste of her cunt, nothing like the other people you’d ever slept with. You began licking stripes up and down, circling her clit with your tongue, your own hips bucking against Nancy’s face as you continued moaning against her own dripping cunt, your pleasure building. Nancy’s moan vibrating against your clit, driving you to suck more and wriggle your hips against her. She kept rubbing your thighs, so gentle yet breaking you apart at the same time. Eventually you both were rocking your hips against one anothers faces, moaning and whimpering echoing in the room. You felt that familiar build up, popping off Nancy’s clit obscenely and whimpering against her thigh, begging.

“Fuck…Baby, please, fuck, fuck, fuck-,” You whined out as Nancy pulled off you, those delicate fingers now thrusting in and out of your entrance while her thumb rubbed at your clit.

“You can let go, angel. Cum,” Nancy whispered, her stern tone pushing you to climax as you cried out, bones suddenly gone, somehow still rubbing at her clit until she moaned loudly, clenching around nothing.

“Fuck, angel.”

You stayed leaned against her, your breathing still shallow as you both panted, her softly caressing your skin and laying gentle kisses on your skin, trying to catch her breath. You felt her whisper against your thigh, voice meek.

“That was…better than the video I watched.”

You laid in silence for a moment, brain still fuzzy before you laughed a bit, realizing Nancy meant she had watched (and probably studied in earnest) some porn.

“Definitely.”

There was a beat of silence, the two of you comfortable and seemingly worn out for a second, before Nancy’s voice piped up below you.

“So…are you willing to try something else?,” She asked cautiously.

You scrambled up and sat across from her, admiring her naked body, her lean muscles and lithe stature. Your cunt clenched in lust again, your breath shallow.

“We do have all night-,” You stated, cut off by another bruising kiss that had you falling backward again.

Guess it’s true what they say…In New York, you can try many things.

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robinsno1lesbian · 3 months

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hey, hey!! hope you’re doing well <3

i have a blurb request! maybe a lil ronance x reader thing where r is feeling insecure that she isn’t loving them equally and hard enough, so they both remind her that she is being the best girlfriend to each of them <3

𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

- ronance x reader

summary: after going to university with one of your girlfriends, you worry that robin might feel lonely back in hawkins.

warnings: fluff fluff fluff, pet names (baby love, my girls, love), established poly relationship, i -once again- did not beta read this, i do want to mention that i’m not poly myself! so if there’s anything in this that isn’t accurate to the actual experience or if there’s anything wrong with the terminology, please let me know!! :)

a/n: @eds6ngel thank you so much for your request!! i really hope this is what you had in mind for this! it’s basically a little hurt with looots of comfort! it kind of turned into ronance comforting r about their dynamic, i hope that’s what you had in mind! <3

you’re hanging on the telephone, trying to make the minutes of the call last. you’re curling the cord of it around your index finger absentmindedly, your legs draped over nancy’s lap on the semi-comfortable bed of your shared dorm room.

she has already talked to your girlfriend, who’s currently rambling on about her shift with steve, and has handed you the telephone to get a taste of robin’s adorable rambling as well.

you’re still new to this. to them.

not dating in general; you did have somewhat of a girlfriend back when all three of you still lived in hawkins. so you’re not new to your sexuality or the fact that you love women. it’s the dynamic that’s new to you.

when you met robin and nancy, you quickly figured them out. in their defense they were trying to be sneaky about it, presumably expecting you to be as oblivious to it as everyone else around. unaware that you knew the hiding, the stealing kisses and loving in secrecy. that you experienced it yourself and saw it in them immediately.

how exactly it happened, neither of the 3 of you can recall. maybe it was between the glances you shared, the way they caught you staring at their proximity. perhaps it happened because of the lingering touches: robin’s hand on your waist when moving past you, nancy’s palm brushing over your own whilst praising you for your relentless, determined studying. or maybe it was none of these at all. maybe it was when you had the wheeler’s basement all to yourselves and one shared bottle of liquor turned into two, which led to your fumbling confession of the confusing feelings you had developed for both women.

they were not confusing at all, as it turns out. loving them both came to you easy. easier than anything you could’ve ever imagined before.

there was still lots of secrecy to it, as to be expected from dating two women in hawkins, indiana, in 1986. but they weren’t scared to love you, like your previous lover had been. they weren’t afraid of loving you at all. if anything, they were proud of having you as theirs.

what started as “trying it out” ended up with waking to the soft, floral scent of nancy’s sheets, sandwiched between two warm bodies. it ended up with shared kisses in the morning, at noon and in the evening too. two pair of shoes by the door turned into three. three toothbrushes in the bathroom, three plates set up for breakfast. three bodies curled up in bed together.

it ended up with the most loving relationship you could’ve ever wished for.

and it was perfect, even with the limited time the three of you had been given in hawkins together:

the plan had been settled before. when you’d been just a friend to the couple and nancy had asked you to share a dorm at university. you had obviously accepted, happy to have someone there with you, someone who wasn’t a stranger. robin would stay in hawkins, save up money to go to europe and work shifts at family video with steve. and you & nancy would leave, study at emerson together and become roommates.

now you’re in said room, close to nancy, and wishing robin could be here with the two of you. to have more of her than just the voice through the receiver.

“so anyway!” the girl tells you. “i told steve not flirt with her because -duh?- she’s heidi’s mother but he didn’t know that so-“

her voice sounds raspier than usual through the static of the receiver. she sounds happy. and, god, you hope she is. you don’t want her to feel left out, like you’ve left her behind in hawkins to be with nancy. you know that, rationally speaking, robin is okay. she misses you, of course. how couldn’t she? you’re her girls after all. but she’s happy that you get to pursue your dream while she works on her own from home.

still, you can’t help the nagging feeling that you’re not being fair. that you’re not loving them equally; the way they both deserve to be loved.

“hellooo?” her voice snaps you back to reality. “y/n? you still there?”

“yes!” you snap out of your thoughts suddenly. nancy notices and looks up from the book she’d been reading. “yes! of course! yes! sorry. steve was flirting with heidi’s mom?”

“he was!” robin nods, her smile evident in the sound of her voice. “he so was and he didn’t even know!”

you chuckle, accompanied by a gentle shake of your head. “typical steve move”

“that’s what i said too!”

the two of you share a moment of laughter over the phone before robin trails off.

“i miss you” she whispers.

“we miss you too!” you assure her immediately. “but summer break is right around the corner. then we’ll be back with you!”

robin hums her agreement. “yeah. i can’t wait to see mes filles”

you smile at the way she pronounces the foreign word. she’s already made plenty of use of the french dictionary you gave her when you left.

“your…?”

you can practically hear her beaming through the telephone. it makes you smile. “mes filles!” she repeats, slower this time. “my girls”.

“your girls” you repeat softly, just a breath, but robin seems to pick it up anyway.

“i can’t wait to see you” she says. “i love you”

“i love you too, take care of hawkins while we’re gone yeah?”

“will do” she assures you. “I’ll see you”

you blow her a kiss through the speaker before you say your goodbyes and hang up.

nancy is by your side immediately, nudging your leg softly.

“hm?” you snap out of your thoughtful trance and look up at her.

“what’s up with you, love?” nancy asks gently, and puts her book down. “you seem…?” she trails off.

you huff. of course nancy would notice. she’s majoring in investigative journalism after all.

“it’s just-“ you sigh. now nancy’s sits up, your vagueness alarming to her. she wraps an arm over your shoulder and pulls you against her body soothingly.

“hm?” she kisses your temple, her index tracing the moles on your arm.

“i don’t want her to feel alone” you admit under your breath. “robin. i don’t want her to feel like we’re leaving her behind in hawkins”

“oh baby love” nancy says, her lips ghosting over the side of your face. her grip tightens around your body too, pulling you closer to her.

“it’s just-“ you sigh. “i love her. just like i love you. but you’re here and she’s not and- and i feel like it’s obviously harder to show her all that love i have for her. at least from afar. but i want her to feel it! i want her to feel loved”

“she does” nancy softly interrupts your train of thought. “she feels loved baby! you have like- the biggest heart ever! it’s hard not to feel loved when it’s you”

you still smile against the odds of it all when your girlfriend speaks so fondly of you.

“she knows she’s loved, y/n” nancy says, slightly more firm this time. “we knew it would be like this. and of course the distance sucks! i wanna love both of my girls from up close too!”

you can’t help but chuckle a little and nancy side eyes you.

“pervert” she whispers under her breath, followed by another kiss to your face. “it’ll be easier once we’re all together again. but she loves us. so much”

it’s enough to ease your worries for now. you know, of course, that the love for the two of them will be enough too. it’ll always be enough.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

“y/n!!” a voice that is unmistakably robin’s calls over the airport lounge.

it’s hot in Indiana, warmer than it had been when you boarded the plane in massachusetts. robin is wearing a pair of loose shorts, presumably steve’s with how low they’re sitting around her waist. she’s got her short hair up in a messy bun, and her arms spread for you and nancy.

you drop your suitcase immediately, already chasing towards her with open arms. you’re squealing like a little child when you finally find yourself back in the taller girl’s embrace. nancy joins the two of you just a couple of seconds later, just as long as it took her to catch up with you.

“hi” robin whispers against your hair. she can’t be overly affectionate with the two of you yet, at least not as much as she wants to be, but her arms around your body are enough to finally soothe the ache her absence had left in you.

“hey” you whisper against her neck. hidden from the sight of anyone who might pass by, you press a quick kiss to the side of her neck. robin responds with a low hum.

“is she teasing already?” nancy smirks from behind you and the three of you loosen the hug enough for robin to present two separate flower bouquets: one of nancy’s favorite flowers, one of yours.

“robin” nancy says. “you didn’t have to!”

“i know” robin shrugs casually. “wanted too, though. my girls made it through their first year at emerson! how cool’s that huh? god i’m so proud of you. i could kiss you right now. i would. i really want to, to be honest. but- you know” she gestures around. you and nancy both share a grin. robin hasn’t changed at all.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

once you’re behind the closed doors of robin’s house, the girl is all over the two of you -and you’d be lying if you weren’t all over her too.

she’s got an arm draped over each of your shoulders, alternating between placing kisses to your temple and nancy’s cheek, joined with sweet whispers of: “missed you. missed you so so much”

you don’t even have time to properly unpack your luggage before you find yourself in robin’s bed. she had to size up ever since you’ve gotten together, saving up money to replace her small single bed with a queen sized one to make enough room. she’d done it happily, had been bouncing off the walls the day you were putting together the new furniture.

she’s sandwiched between your bodies, lying in your middle and curling against the two of you happily.

“wanna spend forever like this” she tells you. nancy chuckles and you grin.

robin turns her head to look over at you. you can feel her watchful gaze studying your side profile.

“hey” she whispers, nudging you with her shoulder. you turn over at her. nancy is watching you too. you know, right in that moment, that she must’ve told robin about your worries. you’re not gonna hold it against her, exactly. if anything, you’re happy nancy has told her. you doubt you would’ve found the words to express your feelings to her.

“hm?”

“you know” robin says, simultaneously reaching for your hand to rub your knuckles with her thumb. “i am so lucky to have you. to be loved by you. the two of you.”

“me too” you tell her quietly.

“you don’t have to worry, baby” she continues “about…me not feeling loved enough. or whatever it is you worry about in that brilliant mind of yours”

nancy smiles from behind robin. she’s holding her free hand as she speaks.

“even with the distance?” you whisper softly, chewing your lower lip absentmindedly. robin reaches out, gently pulls your lower lip down from between your front teeth before kissing your mouth gently.

“even with the distance. with everything.”

she mumbles against your mouth. she has crawled closer, but nancy has followed immediately and is now spooning her from behind.

“you’re my girls. you really think some stupid amount of distance would change that?“

a smile makes its way upon your features. she’s right, of course. your love for the two girls in robin’s bed isn’t limited to their physical presence. it couldn’t be.

“i love it even more when i have you both here with me, though” she grins and wraps her arms around your waist to pull you on top of her. nancy giggles behind her, her arms coming up from behind her to hug the two of you

“sure?” you ask.

“1000%. i’ll make sure you guys have the best vacation in hawkins. well. as good as possible. we’re in hawkins after all.” robin scrunches up the freckled bridge of her nose.

“we’ll make it work” nancy chimes in, brushing robin’s hair behind her ear.

it’s new, to all three of you. but you know, right then and there, that it will be okay. that everything will work out just fine, no matter what.

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bvtbxtch · 8 months

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Stephen | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

“You’re my object of affection, my drug of choice, my sick obsession.”

Summary: 5 years since graduation, 5 years since you ran your way through Hawkins High, leaving boys in your wake…. Except one. Steve Harrington, apparent untouchable due to his infatuation with Nancy Wheeler. What happens when you see a worn out, former heartthrob with his fizzled high school flame stuck to him? Unhappy, feeling unloved and in a bind, you thought Steve could be the conquest of the night… or so you thought.

Pairings: King!Steve (Kinda) x Toxic!Fem!Reader

Content warnings: smut, angst, fluff. Non canon au. Steve and Nancy are together from Steve’s senior year to the time of the story. Cheating (emotional and sexual), p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), Reader defs isn’t a girls girl but I couldn’t help it, alcohol consumption, one night stands, stealing, public sex. This is definitely 18+ MDNI!!!!!

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A/N: Hi babies I have returned with something a little bit different from my little hiatus and am super excited to try something new! This fic is inspired by the song Stephen by Ke$sha! I hope you like it!! I love you all!

The pounding in your head mirrored that in your heart as you remembered the burn of alcohol down your throat from last night. Your makeup had been smudged off onto your pillow, some still remaining on your swollen, hungover face. The day after drinking anxiety had reared its head, but a wave of nerves hit you like a ton of bricks when a vision of you writing your phone number on Steve Harrington’s arm - more or less in front of his girlfriend - faded into view.

You cupped your hands over your face and your shoulders shook. You couldn’t help but giggle at the picture of her porcelain face twisted into a bout of jealous rage. You could fully admit to yourself that you lived on the side of delusion, but there was a piece of you that wholeheartedly believed that your former king of Hawkins High would call you.

And yet, you sat and stared at the phone perched silently on your nightstand while you nursed your hangover all day. The bright afternoon light evolved into an evening glow and still you hadn’t heard the shrill ring. You put on records and VCRs. You flicked through magazines and tried to pick up the new Danielle Steele book you had pocketed from the bookstore on main street. But the soundtrack of your thoughts was the hope that the telephone would ring and that you would hear a smooth baritone voice calling you. You fought to keep your eyes open while the blue light of your TV laughed back at you. You finally surrendered to the sleep your body had been pleading for, the blur of the night previous finally making itself clear in your dreams…

The music at the dive bar had been blaring. You were on your upteenth drink courtesy of Eddie Munson. The first time you had come to the Hideout it was your senior year, freshly 18 and ready for an adventure. You had snuck in with a fake ID and eyed up the curly haired 21 year old behind the bar. His eyes had been glued on you since you had walked in. Well, you worked your charm and lo and behold, Eddie had you bent over the chipped porcelain sink in the staff bathroom. After the orgasm you gave him, he knew he would owe you for a while - and free drinks you received ever since. You flashed him a wink as you downed the third tequila shot of the night. Your plump glossed lips twisted into a smile after looking at the winces of Heather and Chrissy. The three of you had moved a half an hour outside of Hawkins to the bigg(er) city of Indianapolis, but you felt the need to parade your luxurious city life to the hasbeen jocks of Hawkins High that frequent the only legit bar in town. You couldn't count on both hands the number of guys you had toyed with that now loitered around the musty pool tables and bar tops. By the time you graduated and got a job, you thought of yourself as a big fish in a small pond. You were ready to break big city hearts and leave the lame Hawkins lifers behind. That couldn’t be you. But there was always one that got away - one that you hated to admit was one guy that scared you, solely because you would let him domesticate you if he asked.

The girls beside you let out a small woo as another shot was sent your way, this time courtesy of Jason Carver who had fastened himself a seat on the other side of the bar with yet another Hawkins Hasbeen, Andy Robinson. You raised the small glass to your lips with a devilish smile across the bar. Jason still had his abs like he did when you graduated. Owning the small weightlifting gym on the outskirts of town had its perks, you guess. You looked at Chrissy and rolled your eyes with a snicker as the burning liquid slid down your throat. At least if you didn’t get lucky with someone else tonight, he would be there and more than willing to give you a half assed orgasm in the back seat of his beat up jeep cherokee - better than ending the night alone in your books (and probably his). You scrunched your eyes closed and a flash of stars lit up the darkness behind your eyes. You opened them to blurry vision, the feelings in your fingers were being replaced with warm fuzz. You knew that if you were to get off your barstool your knees would raise hell. You let out a euphoric giggle. This is just what you needed.

You heard a small “well, well, well,” slur out of Heather’s bowed lips as two new figures emerged through the metallic doors of the bar. “Surprised to see Harrington out here. Isn’t his past his bedtime? You know I remember…” Heather’s voice faded away as you honed in your focus to the pair at the door.

Nancy Wheeler - her obnoxious perm and housewife dresses… You couldn’t help but hate her. She was everything you weren’t: safe, boring, square. Her manicured hand rested in a much larger hand, and that hand was attached to toned arms in a light cotton crewneck. You couldn’t help but feel the saliva pool in your mouth. Nancy looked up to her beautiful brunette with her stupid doe eyes and he flashed her a small cautious smile. They stuck out like sore thumbs. She didn’t belong here, but Steve Harrington was too good looking to be in this shitty bar. It’s like your friends could read your mind. Chrissy pinched you in the side and Heather let out a childish giggle.

“Don’t even think about it, Y/L/N. Nancy’s had him on lock since, like, junior year.” You were well aware.

“Don’t even worry about it. I’ll be smart…” You challenged. Your friends were very aware of your determination. If you wanted something, you got it. And Steve Harrington was on the menu. You watched the handsome couple stalk to one of the tall bar tables across the room from your seats. Steve’s eyes locked with yours and you licked your lips. No matter how hard he tried, like a magnet, your gaze kept him locked on you. The man felt a tug on his arm as Nancy shuffled him to the table. As their conversation lulled on, you couldn’t help but attract Steve’s eyes again. You waved your arm to Eddie for another shot.

“I think it’s time to have some water, doll” the mophead behind cooed. For the first time tonight you ruffled through your purse to find a folded 20 dollar bill. You placed it in the hem of your bustier and flashed your sultry eyes at Eddie.

“You want a tip or not, Munson? I think I have already shown you how much I appreciate your customer service.” The man’s cheeks grew flushed as he grabbed the bill out of your chest with nimble fingers - hoping that his hands didn’t slip. Another tiny glass full of liquid in front of you. Before you put it to your mouth, you raised your eyes to Steve, his mouth slightly agape, having seen the performance you had just put on at the bar. You raised the shot glass to him in salute, he blushed and turned his eyes back to his girlfriend. God, his fucking girlfriend.

He watched your neck tilt back as the burning liquid slid down your throat. He had to stifle a small chuckle at your scrunched face at the reaction to your shot. Steve always thought you were effortlessly beautiful. But you were dangerous. A junior when he was a senior, he knew about the boys you had left in your wake. He made sure to stay away, betrothed to the girl sitting across from him at the bar. He sighed a choked breath of relief when Nancy coldly told him she was going to the bathroom then to get them some drinks. He let his shoulders shrug and rearranged his pants, which were a bit tighter than when he walked in. He wasn’t left in his silence for long. His shoulders shifted back up to his ears and his cheeks grew hot when he saw you saunter from the bar in his direction. His heart was in his throat and beating harder than ever. What the fuck was happening to him?

Your moment to strike happened when you saw Nancy’s pleated dress slither out of her barstool and towards the bathroom. You mirrored her and pushed your wobbling legs one in front of the other. You carried two glasses of brown liquor with you. Your face was calm and cool, but your hands were shaking as you crossed the dingy hardwood over to a beautiful head of hair.

“So, what is King Steve doing in a place like this?” You didn’t dare take Nancy Wheeler’s spot. You wouldn’t want to be compared to the likes. You leaned your torso over the table, edging closer to the man than you would be on a stool. You preferred it that way, and you had a sense that Steve does as well.

“I could ask the same thing to you, Y/N.” He mumbled, but you can tell his confidence was growing. “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“Who told you I’m a nice girl?” You purred. “You looked thirsty over here, and I thought, since you’re in my domain, I could show you some hospitality.” You slid the drink over to him with a black painted fingernail and picked yours up and stirred it suggestively.

“Bottoms up then.” Steve grabbed the glass and clinked it to yours. Your heart stopped as you watched the beautiful man’s neck strain upwards to take his drink in one gulp. It took all of the drunken strength you could muster to not sink your teeth into his strong neck. His Adams apple bobbed in strain and the liquor made his cheeks bloom a darker red than they already were. You sipped half of your drink, desperate to relieve some of the tension running through your body, but you felt like you would completely crumble if you downed it all in one go.

“So.. you and Nancy… That’s pretty… serious?” You couldn’t help the venom that seethed out of your lips. Steve cleared his throat and stared into the bottom of his empty glass. He shrugged his shoulders. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Trouble in paradise, King Steve?” you jest.

“Nah, It’s just… it's been a few years I guess.” Steve’s voice was cold. You sighed audibly. The alcohol and the pure lust was getting to you, and you could barely contain yourself.

“Too bad… the word on the street is I could treat you much better.” You could barely bring yourself to look into his eyes, but when you did, you were met with an intense stare. You couldn’t read all of the emotions behind his eyes, but it made your core quiver.

“Word on the street is you know how to treat a lot of people.” Steve scoffed. His defenses were up. Why in the world were you coming to him now? He had always stolen looks at you. He knew how magnetic you were. He wished he knew you in high school. Maybe then he wouldn’t be stuck working at his dad’s law firm. With a girlfriend who he felt stuck with; no sense of adventure, no true love in sight. But then you sauntered up to him and made his heart believe in life again.

“Well you aren’t wrong. But I only have eyes for one right now.” You winked.

“Wish we could have had this conversation three years ago…” Steve whispered, hoping that you didn’t hear him. You were delectable, and laid out in front of him; and he knows that if he were to have a few more drinks, he would have forgotten all about the girl that he had come here with - his… girlfriend. Fuck, his girlfriend. You flashed him a pout and a disappointed smile. You had him eating right out of your hand.

“Well… Let me give you this.” You pulled out a sharpie from your purse and pulled his wrist towards you, pulling up his sweater sleeve. You began to scribble your phone number onto his olive skin. You had to breathe slowly to keep yourself from shaking. “Call me tomorrow if you want to pretend it was three years ago.” A look of need flashed on your face. You had been absorbed by Steve Harrington. It had felt like all of the bar had disappeared and it was just the two of you. Steve could feel that too, he had you right where he wanted you, totally absorbed and infatuated. You couldn’t help but think of Nancy and it made you shiver. You couldn’t have her invade this. Fuck his stupid girlfriend. You were determined to make Steve Harrington yours.

The two of you stayed transfixed on each other for a moment more. Steve fixed his gaze between your face and the new ink that you had given him. He wanted to nurture it like it was a real tattoo. You couldn’t help but take mental pictures of Steve’s face, so you could imagine whatever meathead you ended up taking home that night was him. You wondered what he would look like underneath you, gasping and panting for breath. What his skin would taste like: sweaty and sweet and musky. You wished that you could take his fingers and put them in your mouth right now. You were thirsty, parched for his lips on yours. You wanted to show him what you looked like underneath him, you wanted him to hear you moan his name. You wanted to fuck his brains out, the way you knew Nancy “White Bread” Wheeler doesn’t. You were connected, and it scared you because for the first time in forever, you wanted to fuck, but you also wanted him to hold you, to tell you that you’re beautiful. You wanted him to hold your hand and buy you flowers and take you out. You wanted to cook for him and play with his hair and rub his back.

You were torn from your world when you heard a small ‘ahem’ from behind you. Steve quickly adjusted his posture and pulled his sweater sleeve over his new love mark. You stood up straight and turned to see the frizzy haired brunette tapping her pleather pumps at you… tacky, you thought.

“Can I help you with something?” She peeped. “Or is there another reason why you’re over here talking to my boyfriend?” Nancy’s angry eyes flicked between the two of you and her brow was furrowed. Your gaze had hardened and you couldn’t help but chuckle; she looked like a toddler and an old woman at the same time. Steve’s cheeks remained a rosy pink. He had found whatever was on the floor oddly interesting. You took a step towards the girl.

“Nothing at all, darling. Just thought I would say hello to an old friend and grab him a drink.” You breezed past her, knocking her lightly on the shoulder.

“See you around, Harrington.” You sang behind you. You couldn’t see her anymore, but you assumed that if looks could kill, you would be on the floor. You strutted back to Chrissy and Heather and slumped back to your stool. You exchanged mischievous glances with the girls, and then turned proudly to Eddie, who was flashing you a disappointed look. A victory for you, a loss for Nancy Wheeler - or at least you hoped.

Steve continued to stare at the ground while Nancy eyed him suspiciously.

“What the hell did she want, Steve?” she pried. Steve huffed before looking up at her. Her eyes didn’t glimmer at him like yours did.

“She just came over to say hi…. I hadn’t seen her since Senior year.”

“Did you even talk to her senior year? You know the reputation she has…I don’t like her, and I don’t like her talking to you, Steve,” within the past year, he had thought of Nancy more like his mother than his girlfriend. He had been growing more and more confused lately. The love seemed to be lacking and he had caught himself wondering what his life would be like if he left it all behind, left her behind and started over. You made the idea of abandonment way more appealing. He felt himself growing unreasonably angry with the blue eyed girl sitting across the bar from her. He needed to defend you. You were the only thing on his mind.

“Who the hell cares, Nancy? What do you think that she was going to do? Fucking make out with me in front of everyone? She asked how we were doing. She asked about you and me. Chill out and have fun or let’s just get out of here.” He scowled. Nancy was taken aback and slid a chilled PBR across the table to Steve with a scoff. She drank her vodka cran in silence. Steve couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to your figure laughing and smiling with your friends. He wanted to laugh with you. He downed his drink, took Nancy's hand silently and pulled her towards the door. She had a permanent frown on her face as Steve pushed her through the door. Before his body disappeared from the door, he took one more glimpse at you. Your eyes locked one last time and you sent him a wave as he disappeared into the Hawkins night. If he couldn’t have you, he’d fuck Nancy until he forgot about you.

It was 3 am and your body literally couldn’t peel itself off of the plastic bar stool. Chrissy and Heather had gone home with Jason and Andy - your appetite spoiled when you watched the only person you wanted to be with leave the bar without you. You heard the stomps of old reeboks and the jingle of keys come up behind you. The lights had suddenly gone out.

“Come on, doll. Let’s get you home okay?” Eddie pulled you off the stool and wrapped your arm around his shoulder.

“Can you stay over, Teddie?”

“Not this time, honey. You need sleep and you need water. You aren’t thinking straight.”

You pouted quietly, but you decided to finally take no for an answer. The thought of sinking into your bed and hoping - praying - that Steve would call you.

Steve had pulled Nancy into his bedroom of his parents’ empty house. He feverishly pulled at Nancy’s belt as she fumbled with the zipper at the side of her dress. Steve’s mouth didn’t leave her skin, and his eyes remained shut, save to navigate himself around his house. A flurry of clothes, soft sighs and sweaty skin. Steve had only had two drinks, but he felt drunk thinking of your encounter at the bar. He pressed his eyes closed as he mouthed at Nancy’s chest, wishing it was yours. He slid down her torso pondering what sounds you would make if he was kissing towards your sweet center. He pulled Nancy’s panties to the side and swiped his tongue along her heat, thinking about how delicious you would taste. He then flipped Nancy over on all fours and slid into her with a grunt. He couldn’t stand to look at her, wishing her body was yours, wishing her sounds were yours, wanting to hold you in his arms after. Steve finished quickly, his perversions towards you spurring him on.

The couple collapsed into Steve’s king bed. Nancy traced small circles on his chest while they caught their breath. Steve felt satiated, his hunger for you ebbed, for now.

“Steve! What’s on your arm?” Nancy yelped. Steve’s heart dropped into his chest. He frantically turned himself away from his girlfriend. Nancy’s small hands grabbed Steve’s shoulder to turn him back to her. Her nails drug down to the tattoo you had given her boyfriend and her face began to heat up.

“What the fuck is this, Steve?”

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tfyoulookingatgiuxs · 10 months

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Could you do a Dom Nancy wheeler x sub f!reader smut where reader gets in trouble or something like that

• This intrigues me! I like writing about Nancy and I think I won't mind writing something about it 😗 Let me know if i satisfied your request!

Mommy's Rules

Nancy Wheeler x Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Anger pervaded you and you preferred not to interact with your girlfriend, avoiding arguments with her too. She noticed, and Nancy saw fit to remind you who's in charge.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +18!!SMUT!!!MDNI!!! Lesbian sex, fingerings, mommy kink, praise kink, begging, degradation, spanking, orgasm denial, pet names (good girl, princess etc...), cunnilings, fem!sub!reader, slightbrat!reader, use of Y/N, Dom!Mommy!Nancy, slight aftercare.

𝐀/𝐍: I hope I have satisfied your request. I don't consider myself a great smut writer. Sorry for my english this is not my native language. Please support and reblog. Hope you enjoy this one! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

You slammed the door as soon as you entered the house. Darkness reigned in your apartment, which makes you understand that your girlfriend wasn't home either. You had just gotten home from work and you would have preferred not to go at all this morning. Your boss did nothing but give you things to do every single day and you were seriously reaching the limit of your tolerance. You were the best in your course, you were determined and willing to work. You liked your job, even your colleagues, they were very friendly but your boss was a pain in the ass, making your day a real shit.

You threw everything on the floor, not caring about the mess you left and went to the bedroom, throwing yourself dead weight onto the soft mattress.

You were seriously tired and your nervous system was through the roof. You were pissed at the world and you knew you wouldn't have mercy on anyone today. Nobody had to give you trouble today. After a couple of minutes you fell asleep feeling your mind detach from the heavy reality eliminating all the negative thoughts of that moment. Silence was your soundtrack but it was quickly interrupted by the sound of the front door opening “Y/N?”.

Fuck. You thought. Nancy just got back.

Your girlfriend, like you, was at work but strangely returned incredibly early. Normally you would have preferred the presence of your sweet girlfriend next to you reassuring you that everything will be fine and that she will always stay by your side. But no. Today you didn't have this sweet fantasy "They discharged me from work early today" she revealed as you heard her voice echo throughout the apartment.

You knew very well that soon you would unleash hell, not that you were mad at her, but you had to relax without anyone present, not even Nancy. You didn't want to tell her things you didn't mean and you certainly didn't want to throw all your anger on her. "What mess did you leave on the floor, darling?" She noticed your things as you heard her head towards the bedroom, finding you lying on your stomach.

"Darling, are you okay? Were you sleeping?" She asked kindly and if you weren't so pissed off you would have hugged and cuddled her all day "What do you think?" Your tone was sarcastic and Nancy seems to have noticed that note of anger towards her "Do you want to tell me what happened? Do you want me to bring you something?" It was unbelievable how patient she was, and you were considering changing your attitude given her kindness. But you wanted to take a risk.

"No! Leave me the fuck alone! I don't want anything" You lifted your head from the pillow looking at her figure. Fuck, she was so beautiful...but her gaze changed and for a moment you stopped breathing. You were getting into trouble.

"Make sure you tone it down with me Y/N" she warned you as she headed into the living room putting down her jacket, you gritted your teeth saying fuck off the consequences "Oh yeah? Or what? Don't challenge me today Wheeler" silence fell for a moment and you got into a sitting position waiting for her response. Maybe I exaggerated? Maybe she was offended? You started thinking feeling guilty. Every now and then you knew how to be exaggerated and maybe you took it out on others for no specific reason just to vent your repressed anger. You knew it was wrong, but Nancy understand it and learned to accept this flaw in you, but what if you hurt her now?

You were about to say something when quick footsteps headed towards you almost making you jump. Nancy catapulted in front of you, slamming the bedroom door and turning on the lamp next to the nightstand. She looked at you with a stern look and then gave you a slap. You felt the burning sensation spread across your cheek and your eyes watered “You don't try to challenge me” you looked away as you held your burning cheek “We forgot good manners, huh?” She grabbed your jaw forcing you to look at her "You dare disrespect mommy?" You shook your head letting out a whimper. “Bend over” she ordered you seriously and you blushed “Nancy—”.

"I said, bend over. Get in that fucking position that rude sluts like you like" her dominant tone intimidated you making you clench your thighs together in excitement. You liked it when she took this tone, but at the same time it creeped you out, especially when it came to punishing you. You obeyed, getting into the classic doggy position. Nancy wasted no time in pulling down your pants revealing your black lace panties, her favorite. She cupped your ass cheek with one hand and spanked it, making you let out a soft moan. The spanking wasn't that hard, but it would be soon and that made you regret your previous responses towards her "I think you and I need to go over what the rules are a bit, don't you think darling?" She said and you heard the sound of her belt as she pulled it off. Now you would have suffered, entering a painful world that would leave marks on you for the next few weeks.

You couldn't go back, much less apologize now. Nancy wouldn't accept your apology. You nodded obediently and felt her hand on your skin again making you gasp "I didn't hear you" You raised your head looking in front of you where the window was closed by the curtains, while you could feel the thoughtful presence of your girlfriend behind you “Yes Mommy.”

"Good" she said in a low volume of voice and then adjusted the belt well on her hand "Now. You will tell me all the rules that your mommy made you memorize and every time you make a mistake we start over from the beginning, it's clear to you?" You bit your bottom lip. When you and Nancy entered the BDSM world of sex, everything was new to you, but when you implemented this role of mother you couldn't do without it, making it a bit of your lifestyle, then imposing rules that you would had to learn and absolutely respect. This drove you crazy and made you even wetter. You had never been a real brat, because you knew how strict Nancy could be and now that you were so disobedient you only expected one of the worst punishments.

“Yes Mommy” You said in a pathetic tone lowering your head looking at your hands buried in the sheets. “Now let's get started,” she warned and you took a deep breath.

Spank!

You let out a moan feeling the pain of the belt against your sensitive skin, but didn't give Nancy a response. “So? Do I have to start over?” You shook your head quickly “No please.” Nancy gave you another hard spank on your ass "Rule number one" she said and you wasted no time in responding "N-Never disrespect Mommy" You stammered "If you keep this up we'll end up sooner than you think, and if you be a good girl, mommy will make you cum" She offered and you nodded, already feeling your pussy getting exaggeratedly wet through your panties.

Spank!

The belt feels more painful than her hands “Rule number two” You whimpered gripping the covers “Don’t talk back to Mommy.”

“That was the rule that bitches like you were supposed to abide by” She replied to you in a contemptuous tone “I'm sorry—” She cut you off “I don't give a shit now about your apology. You had to be good before” she was right. Did you know what you were getting into and now you had the courage to apologize? No. You couldn't do it and you knew it.

Spank!

"Rule number three" the burning became more and more intense "N-Never lie to mommy."

Spank!

"Rule number four" your eyes began to shine again "Always listen to mommy" what perhaps you should have done when she asked you what you wanted in a patient and sweet tone, as if to tell you that perhaps there was no need to use such unpleasant and vulgar tones.

Spank!

“Rule number five” You felt your pussy throbbing “Do everything Mommy says” Nancy seemed amazed at how you were continuing without making any mistakes, given that the rules she had imposed on you were quite a few.

Spank!

“Rule number six” the leather belt started to leave red marks as your eyes started to water “Uh—Always ask mommy for everything.”

Spank!

“Rule number seven” your whimpers started to get louder and louder “Be a good girl for Mommy” You heard Nancy giggle “Just what you're not, aren't you slut?” You couldn't help it, you loved it when she treated you like that, telling you how stupid and disobedient you were that you deserved a severe punishment.

You went on at least nine more times until you reached the final three.

Spank!

“Rule number seventeen” you were seriously destroyed by the constant pain and burning that you were wetting the covers with your tears. Your head was now on the mattress leaving your ass in the air all red and sore "D-don't be a brat to Mommy."

Spank!

"Rule number eighteen" the last two were missing. You couldn't take it anymore "Respect mommy's punishments" you almost shouted it indicating to your girlfriend how exhausted you were from the continuous abuse on your ass.

Spank!

"Rule number nineteen" was the last one and you let out a moan expressing your relief "Never spit out mommy's cum" not that you didn't like it, you loved being spanked, but for nineteen times – actually, twenty, it was a real torture, especially if it makes you so needy.

“Good girl” She threw the belt down caressing your now red ass cheeks “Mommy please...” you begged moving your ass slightly “I don't know, do you deserve it?” She asked and you had lost your mind by now, you wanted her to fuck you the way you wanted "Yes yes yes, please Mommy" you were so stupidly needy that Nancy couldn't help but laugh at your complete submission. She pulled your panties down revealing your wet pussy now in contact with the cold air. Her fingers travel along your wet folds and then play a bit with your clit, inevitably making you moan with pleasure.

"Have you learned to behave now? Are you a good girl again?" She asked placing her now wet fingers around your needy hole “Yes mommy, I will be good I promise, I swear!” Nancy's hand now rested on your hip while the other dipped two fingers into your wet pussy making you roll your eyes as you whimpered again and again until her fingers picked up the right pace. The speed increased and your pussy tightened around her fingers stimulating that sweet spot inside you.

“Oh yesyesyesyes, mommy please— I need to cum” you begged, feeling yourself almost reaching your limit. Her fingers slipped away killing the beautiful feeling preventing you from coming leaving you shocked "No. You're not coming, not now" Nancy said throwing you completely onto the bed with your head resting on the pillows as your pussy was on display along with your ruined face from the mascara running because of the tears "Look at you, so ruined" she whispered, caressing your cheek "Mommy..."

“Shh…” she hushed you as she finally removed your pants and panties, easily opening your legs. Her fingers trailed up your thighs getting dangerously close to your crotch. You let a gasp escape your lips wanting her to do something "Don't be impatient" she said in a luxurious tone as she kissed your clit softly "I know mommy, b-but I want to cum, I need to cum" you said giving her a submissive look as she continued to place light kisses on your pussy, feeling your breath on it.

“You will come when I tell you” she ordered, burying her face between your legs tasting your wet pussy. You threw your head back as you left your mouth open not making a sound, but soon after you let out a moan as Nancy added her tongue "Mommy!—" you closed your eyes letting the passion of the moment lead you.

Her damn tongue on your pussy making you feel that annoying sting “Oh fuck—” you seriously had to come, but you knew you couldn’t do it without her consent. Your legs began to tremble noticeably as Nancy tortured your clit by sucking on it. You started to squirm "Stay still" she said "I need to cum, please please please mommy let me cum" You whimpered reopening your eyes letting some tears fall "No" she replied dryly but you couldn't accept this answer "I swear to you, I will always be a good girl, I promise, I will respect every single rule, I will never talk back to you again, please!" You almost cried as more moans left your lips.

Nancy continued sucking on your clit and licking it at the end "Will you be good?" She asked giving you a light kiss on your inner thigh "Yes Mommy!! I will always be good for you" you arched your back "Good girl. Come for your Mommy" you didn't have to be told twice, you came on her face as you dug your fingers into the covers. Nancy tasted some of your juice watching you catch your breath "Thanks mommy..." You started to feel slightly sleepy as your girlfriend got up to get something to clean you with.

After several minutes, you and Nancy were under the covers of your bed hugging each other as silence reigned between you. Next time you would have directly asked to be fucked rather than punished.

#stranger things #stranger things nancy #nancy x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler smut #nancy wheeler imagine #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler angst #nancy wheeler fluff #lesbian #lgbtqia #mommy k!nk #loveislove

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Warm Sundays

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Just a cuddle session with Billy, nothing but fluff. So sorry about my absence, stuff has been really tough for me for a while but I wanted to get something out while I'm trying to finish other fit I've been writing.

It was summer the season of relaxation and freedom.The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and you were right where you're supposed to be in Billy's arms. You could spend the rest of your summer like this in bed on a Sunday in his arms. The smell of his cologne brings comfort to you. You lay on his chest the warmth of his skin could put you back to sleep. You nuzzle your face into his chest tryin to be even more enveloped into him.

Billy giggled at your actions, " What are you doing?" he questioned squeezing you tighter in his hold.

"You're just so warm and comforting." You smiled. "You also smell great, so that's a plus."

Billy laughed at you," Good to know I smell good."

"Yeah... if ya didn't I wouldn't be dating you."

"Whoa harsh." He joked. "My good looks wouldn't win you over on the spot?"

"Nope." You stated. "You would just be in the sea of unclaimed lovers that I have." You laughed. You rest your chin on his chest to look at him. Taking in his relaxed state. His eyes were soft and kind when looking at you; he never looked at anyone else in such a way. His hair was all tossed and the dopy grin on his faced went along with it. Nothing like the ladies man that he is known to be. He was different now that he is with you. Someone that listens to him and cares for him. He shows you a side of him that no one but you is aloud to see.

"Well I would go through every single one of them to be with you." He declared. "I would fight for the chance to love you."

You giggled, "You're such a sap, I love it."

"And I love you."

You stared at him. Every time you hear him say that you get butterflies in your stomach all over again. The smile on your face widened even further.

You lay your head on his chest. "Can we stay like this a little longer."

"Baby, we could stay like this forever and I would not say a word."

. . . "Such a sap." You giggled cuddling deeper into Billy to not move for the next hour to stay warm.

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fromasgardandback · 4 months

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Stranger Things Summer

this is a whole list of compiled drabbles and headcanons of mainly eddie munson and the rest of the stranger things (hawkins) kids

going to a late night movie

dancing in the rain

burning schoolwork with the gang

thrifting an outfit

cooking contest

ice cream bar

completing a 1000-piece puzzle

a day in the city

hammocking

the usual game night

making bracelets

strawberry picking

meadow picnic

going to an art gallery

making a summer playlist

Harrington Beach House Road Trip

Harrington Beach House Road Trip photo collage

firework show

visiting a national park

tie dying

karaoke at the Hideout

hosting a cookout

getting breakfast at midnight

drive-in movie

spay day

sleeping under the stars

keepsake letters

movie marathons

arcade

risky business

homemade pizzas

baking contest

getting matching tattoos

watching an early sunrise

staying awake for 24 hours

going to a farmers market

running through sprinklers

a day at the mall

watching old movies

painting each other's backs

cooking a new meal together

life-changing decision

end of summer party

summer with eddie photo collage

summer with friends photo collage

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rainydayathogwarts · 1 year

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.·:*¨༺ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ༻¨*:·.

See my updated navigation/masterlist here because tumblr won't let me add more links to this one.

You do not have permission to copy any of my work!! If you do, I will not be kind.

All of my upcoming work in August!!

Updated version of my masterlist!

I've written for Marvel, Harry Potter, Stranger things, Criminal minds. My requests are always open! All dividers are by @cafekitsune and @saradika-graphics

**to indicate hardcore smut

*to indicate not quite there smut

Read my favourites from other writers here!!

STRANGER THINGS

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Reputation - 'In which Nancy leaves you a crying mess after you breakup and you find comfort in the person you'd least expect.' coming soon...

Watch don't touch** - Eddie x reader x Steve - In which Eddie loves to show people what they want but can't have and Steve just happens to want you, Eddie's precious girlfriend.

Polaroid Evidence pt.1 - Your brother Jonathan doesn't approve of your boyfriend even when he's always over, but your mom and younger brother love him.

Polaroid Evidence pt. 2

Please, please, please, don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice** - Eddie likes to make a mess of you when you're all dolled up for him.

bf!Eddie takes you to get your nipples pierced

ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʜᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ

Roll the dice* - Steve wants you but your play thing named Nancy Wheeler does too.

Realising you don't hate each other at all

Watch don't touch** - Eddie x reader x Steve - In which Eddie loves to show people what they want but can't have and Steve just happens to want you, Eddie's precious girlfriend.

Red BMW** - you and Steve are in a relationship and just happen to have sex in the back of his car in a restaurant’s parking lot. When you're done, a clueless Dustin knocks on your window.

'In which reader is dared to give Steve a lap dance at a party, so she insists to do it in private, but Steve just can't keep his hands to himself.' coming soon...

ʀᴏʙɪɴ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇʏ

Coworker's ex pt.1 - You have an undying crush on your ex's coworker and aren't afraid to act up on it.

Coworker's ex pt.2

Coworker's ex final pt.

'In which Nancy and Robin finally start becoming friends until you come along.' coming soon...

ʙɪʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ

My girl - Billy makes it clear to everyone that you're his but a particular Steve Harrington doesn't get the hint.

Caught - Reader sneaks out to meet Billy and gets caught.

'in which reader in fucking Steve behind his back and he finds out' billy x reader, reader x steve coming soon...

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Spiked berry punch - In which a girl tries hitting on you at a party and Nancy isn't having it.

'In which Nancy and Robin finally start becoming friends until you come along.' coming soon...

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

He/you get turned on at the wrong time.**

HARRY POTTER

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Jealous, jealous, jealous girl - ** ron notices you upping the PDA when Lavender starts flirting with him and you decide to show her who he belongs to.

popular!shy!reader - * ron’s friends think you were the one who made the move but are shocked to find out the opposite.

the dream** - ron has a dirty dream and wakes up hard next to reader

Needy** - needy!ron misses you because you've been taking NEWTs too seriously but he finds the perfect moment to drag you into an empty classroom.

Overstimulation with dom!Ron**

Goodbye kisses that last longer than intended blurb

Opposite teams** - You play a Quidditch match against your boyfriend, who's a very sore loser.

Glossy lips - Wiping off lip gloss from his lips after a kiss

Late to class** - Ron doesn't want you to leave to class so soon and manages a convincing excuse for you to stay (https://rainydayathogwarts.tumblr.com/post/757601505693040640/heyyy-i-have-a-request-please-prompt-6-with)

Ron won't stop complaining about Seamus and his girlfriend taking up the dorm until he's the one with a girl in there. coming soon...

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Can't take my eyes off you** - The first time virgin!reader wants Remus to continue..

Precious, drunk boyfriend** - In which Remus gets more drunk than ever and clings onto his girlfriend for dear life.

The Rabbit hole - In which remus lupin has a way with all the ladies, even the popular girls.

1 boyfriend, 3 perverts** - 'In which your bf loves giving you head... especially when he's high, and doesn't mind having friends around' bf!remus x reader x james x sirius x peter

1 boyfriend, 3 perverts pt.2** - When your boyfriend's best friends barge into you having sex, you can't just say no to them. bf!remus x reader x james x sirius x peter

potter!reader x remus secret relationship au Sirius scolds* - When Potter!Reader and Remus aren't too careful about hiding their relationship, Sirius gives them a scolding... Closed curtains and open doors** - Remus and potter!reader still aren’t careful enough in hiding their relationship from James. (ft. Jily)

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How they react when you tell them you're in the mood* - James Potter edition

Not drunk

Jealousy, jealousy - You kiss Lucius to make James jealous since he was too slow at making the first move.

Teaching James how to dance blurb

1 boyfriend, 3 perverts** - 'In which your bf loves giving you head... especially when he's high, and doesn't mind having friends around' bf!remus x reader x james x sirius x peter

1 boyfriend, 3 perverts pt.2** - When your boyfriend's best friends barge into you having sex, you can't just say no to them. bf!remus x reader x james x sirius x peter

Big, strong James Potter** - James Potter is just a big softie with a praise kink and a girlfriend who feeds it.

ɴᴇᴠɪʟʟᴇ ʟᴏɴɢʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ

Snake ring* - In which the twins pull you into a game of seven minutes in heaven.

Dry-humping Neville at a party**

Kiss and tell - In which a very aware y/n of Neville's crush on her gets the courage to make a move.

Stolen glances - Stealing glances at each other across the room until your friends notice.

ꜱɪʀɪᴜꜱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ

How they react when you're in the mood*

1 boyfriend, 3 perverts** - 'In which your bf loves giving you head... especially when he's high, and doesn't mind having friends around' bf!remus x reader x james x sirius x peter

1 boyfriend, 3 perverts pt.2** - When your boyfriend's best friends barge into you having sex, you can't just say no to them. bf!remus x reader x james x sirius x peter

When we were young** - How Sirius and reader's relationship changed when she got sorted into slytherin and how they reconnected thanks to her current boyfriend.

ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

Harry's bi awakening

"You knew?" "You didn't?" - In which the twins only just find out their sister is dating Harry.

Me and You - You keep telling Ron to just 'ask her out' but he won't take your word seriously until you take your own advice. Somehow, you both end up with dates...

Sub!harry begging mean!slytherin!reader to let him cum, but she's having too much fun... coming soon

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I already won - even though he very much lost the game, he still won you.

How they react when you tell them you're in the mood - Oliver wood edition

Blood, dirt and reunions - You almost die and reunite with an old ex-boyfriend... or not.

ꜱᴇᴀᴍᴜꜱ ꜰɪɴɴᴇɢᴀɴ

Tipsy - Seamus takes care of you when you're drunk.

Safe in his arms - Brother!Harry Potter makes Seamus promise him to keep you safe because of how obvious your feelings are for each other.

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Just a swim - Percy's partner tries to get him to break a couple of rules.

How they react when you're in the mood*

'For the first time in his life, Percy pushes academics aside to focus on a girl, but his family doesn't know and thinks he has gone down a dark road.' coming soon...

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Guilt trip - Charlie tries to guilt trip the reader to visit his family with him.

ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ ᴋʀᴜᴍ

What's her face - Rita skeeter being annoying

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'Reader wakes George up to go out for a morning walk at the Burrow but George is feeling quite frisky and drags you behind a tree to give you some pleasure.' coming soon...

ᴄᴇᴅʀɪᴄ ᴅɪɢɢᴏʀʏ

No disturbances - You and Cedric make such a cute couple that teachers have turned a blind eye to several accounts of PDA.

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

Someone finds out you're dating

he gets turned on at the wrong time*

She gets turned on at the wrong time*

CRIMINAL MINDS

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Our clouded ray of sunshine - In which the reader is the sunshine of the BAU, but the team finds her having a breakdown in the parking lot after a case.

Emily finds out

Suspicions - Spencer finally outs his and reader's relationship to the team, who inevitably already knew

Curtain Call - You're an actress. Opening night of the show, a cast member is killed. FBI finds out you were the real target...

No more ink - reader goes undercover for a mission and the team discovers all her tattoos. Tattoos which might be the reason her life ends.

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Haunting - Reader wakes up from a nightmare on the jet and Aaron comforts her.

someone you wanna fight loverboy?

Skin on skin** - In which you forget about the hickeys on your neck and when your boss finds out, he's not happy about it.

In which the team discovers you're dating - (single!mom!reader)

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Picture frames - In which you give Emily her things back after a messy breakup.

Open arms** - In which Emily tries winning her ex back in a dimly lit bar.

Back talk** - Emily decides to teach you a lesson after talking back to her at work.

MARVEL STUDIOS

Here's the link to my other marvel masterlist, with a list of old works that I want to keep separate from all my newer pieces.

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Valley Girl Charm** - In which reader from the 1940s knows just how to play the damsel in distress to get exactly what she wants in the modern age after coming out of the ice.

ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ

No boundaries** - You and Peter have been best friends forever with very little boundaries. What happens when you wake up to Peter having a wet dream about you? (https://rainydayathogwarts.tumblr.com/post/758075476014202881/no-boundaries-best-friends-peter-parker-and)

Nervous, nerdy Peter Parker always seems to have his eyes fixed on you whenever he stays on the bleachers 'reading his book', so you decide to confront him after practice, but it goes a little differently than you'd expected... coming soon.

ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀꜱ

Steve Rogers looked a little too close to Natasha's new recruited vigilante spy at practice and needs to blow off some steam afterwards in his room, but little does he know she's listening in through the door... coming soon

ᴛʜᴏʀ ᴏᴅɪɴꜱᴏɴ

Who knew a mere mortal woman could have the strongest god in all nine realms wrapped around her finger like a teenage boy?... coming soon

OTHER FANDOMS

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Maneater** - Jennifer may need boys to survive but there's only one person she wants.

Photographs** - Obsessed!Jennifer comes up with a plan for you to end up in her bed instead of the boy toy crush of yours.

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im-robins-bitch · 8 months

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Hii,

If your up for it could u write a fruity four x reader imagine based off of the song tongues and teeth by the crane wives where reader runs into a ex that used to treat them horribly and made them believe that all they could do was hurt other people triggering those old feelings leading them to pull away from Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy

(Sorry for the long ask 🤍)

Poison (fruity four x g!n reader)

Or, You run into your ex and find yourself reflecting on your past self, do you deserve the love you find yourself surrounded with? (3.4k)

Anon, Sorry this took so long, I love the Crane Wives sm I was really excited by this request so I wanted to make it perfect and then it accidentally got really long and filled with irrelevant scenes that I had to scrap and will probably be posted at some point. I hope you like it lmk <3 Thank you so much for the request

Reader was in a toxic, abusive relationship (No scenes of this relationship and it is only briefly mentioned that it was abusive). Reader in this fic was mentioned to be an asshole in the past, but it's up to you whether she truly was or if she just thinks that bc of their ex.

Warnings: mentions of toxic, abusive relationships. Reader thinks she deserved to be hurt, the ex now has a baby. Ex threw things at the reader. Food, depictions of cooking and eating.

“You remember the voices Eddie taught you?”

Steve sighs into his bowl of lucky charms, stirring the spoon around restlessly. His cereal had gone soggy, something he hated, but he hadn’t had a single spoonful since he sat down.

“I remember,” He mumbled, looking at the milk in his bowl as if it would conjure up all the answers of the universe for him. You rub a warm hand up and down his back to try and soothe him, it works, a bit.

Then Eddie's head is poking over Steve’s shoulder, eyeing Steve’s bowl in a way that you know means trouble. Instead of the usual playful spat, that always ends with Steve reluctantly sharing his bowl of cereal, Steve passes Eddie the spoon without argument.

Eddie kisses his cheek sweetly, rubbing his nose into the chub of his cheek before digging in. “Wanna give us a taste?” Eddie questions, mouth full.

Steve’s cheeks are pink as he shakes his head, his perfectly styled hair not moving an inch. You can taste all the hairspray he’s used this morning. You keep your warm palm against his back, hoping some of it will seep into his bones and make him a little less tense.

He’s been like this all week and you know he won’t be able to relax until the day is over. Getting a placement at a kindergarten had been all Steve had talked about all year, all he had been looking forward to. Now it was happening, he was terrified.

Today was make or break, it was his first attempt at a storytime.

He had spent a long time researching books with Nancy and had rehearsed reading the book to you and Robin and had practised his voices with Eddie. You thought all this made him overqualified for the position.

There couldn’t be a person out there who cared so much about this. It was just Steve all over, he cared so much. He loved so much. It made you want to swaddle him in your arms and keep him safe forever.

“If any of those punks make fun of you let me know and I’ll kick their ass,” Eddie garbled around another mouthful of lucky charms.

“You think they’ll make fun of me,” Steve worried, his first clenching around the countertop.

“Eddie!” Nancy chided. Eddie almost lept from his seat at Nancy’s sudden appearance. She stood in the doorway, as perfect as ever. Brown briefcase held tightly in her hand, her blazer hanging perfectly on her small frame. “You’re overthinking this Steve, it’ll be fine,” Nancy assured, kissing the top of Steve’s head. “And for the last time Eddie, no kicking children,”

“Some kids deserve it” He argues.

“Ready?” Nancy asks you, ignoring Eddie, much to his annoyance.

You cast a wary look at Steve, you were reluctant to leave him alone like this, but you were the girl’s lift to work, so you had to trust Eddie would find a better way to comfort your boyfriend than his current tactic.

“Ready” You confirmed, checking your reflection quickly in the toaster.

Nancy pressed a kiss to the back of Eddie's head, eyelashes fluttering against his frizzy hair. Then she moved to Steve, lips lingering a little longer on his cheek.

“Ro-”

“Here!” Robin yelled, interrupting Nancy’s call of her name. She had a reputation for being late that she was trying to put behind her.

“Let's go!” Nancy sang, holding your arm in one hand and wrapping her other around Robin’s waist to pull her towards the door.

“Good luck Steve!” The three of you called together.

You’re still thinking about Steve and wondering how his story time went as you’re organising the vinyl at work. You wonder if you should call him, trying to remember when the kid's nap time is so you can get him on the phone. You don’t want to interrupt, but you can’t help but worry about him.

In between thoughts of Steve, you’re trying to keep track of which ABBA albums need to be restocked.

You’re so busy thinking of ways to celebrate or cheer him up in case of disaster, that you miss the chime of the bell.

“Still working here huh?” You freeze at the familiar voice, all thoughts leaving your mind. The one voice you wished you’d never have to hear again. “Some people just aren’t meant to change I guess,”

You stand up, brushing off the dust on your knees. You hate how you’re immediately flooded with embarrassment. “Can I help you?” You ask in the friendliest voice you can muster.

They take it in offence, hands held aloft in surrender, “Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it, you really haven’t changed at all,” They laugh, your heart beating faster in your chest at the sound of it. You hate how they still have such an effect on you.

“Did you want something?” You ask again, colder this time. Letting the hatred you feel seep through. Your arms, crossed over your chest, erupt in goosebumps. You can feel your heartbeat like it’s in your ears, pounding again and again. It’s an effort to remember how to breathe without it sounding rugged.

You were both bad for each other, that’s what you settled on after the fact. They would tear you to shreds and act as if you were the one in the wrong. You could be just as cruel, the relationship was a toxic one and it turned you both sour.

It took so many nights of talking and looking back on the relationship to realise that you didn’t need to be the person they painted you to be. You hadn’t been perfect, no one was, but you felt you had learnt from your mistakes and hoped they had done the same.

“Thought we could have an adult conversation, but obviously not,” They sneered, tone condescending.

They looked around the store you’re usually proud of with disdain. “God, I’m so fucking glad we broke up,” They laugh, flicking the sleeve of a vinyl, making you scowl. You feel the same but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. “My life has been so much better ever since you left it,”

It’s like a dagger to the chest. If you were in your right mind, maybe you would wonder why if they felt like that they would seek you out. Especially since they don’t even bother to buy anything before they leave.

When Robin had last seen you, you were pushing her out of the car, trying to stifle your giggles.

In her rush to get out of the house on time, she forgot her scarf. You had bundled her up in your own which looked ridiculous. Eddie had knitted it for you, but then he got so caught up in seeing how long he could make it that when you wore it, it went down past your knees.

You thought it looked great, but it was a bit of a tripping hazard so when it came to Robin you wrapped it around her neck over and over until it was an appropriate length. Only she couldn’t move her neck to look down. You had been laughing at her the whole drive, much to her annoyance.

Now all she wanted was for you to look at her and laugh, but you didn’t even spare her a glance when she walked into the house, or when she unspooled the long scarf from around her neck.

You’re still in your work clothes, even though you must have gotten home an hour ago at least. The TV is playing credits, but you’re watching them like they’re the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen.

All she wants to do is touch you. She restrains herself though, she knows people don’t always want to be touched and it can make things worse.

As if you can tell that she’s about to ask you something, you change channels and turn up the volume on the TV. You lean against the side of the sofa, further out of her reach and feign interest in a Miami Vice episode.

Getting the message she leaves you to it and joins Steve and Nancy in the kitchen, who are chatting over the kitchen counter. Nancy has already started making a pot of soup.

Steve is dutifully making grilled cheese sandwiches and plain slices of toast. They work in unison, Nancy passing Steve the butter before he even needs to ask, Steve wrapping one arm around her hip when he joins her on the hob, warming up the pan so he can toast the bread.

He’s left two cheese toasties to the side, to be grilled when Eddie gets home.

“Not waiting?” Robin asks, catching the pair's attention. Nancy smiles, wordlessly passing her wooden spoon to Steve who accepts it without question. She holds Robin tightly in her arms, pressing kisses to her cheeks. She didn’t realise how much she needed a hug until now and how much better it would make her feel after your rejection.

“Thought some food might cheer everyone up,” Nancy explains, nodding towards the living room. Robins nods, squeezing Nancy back, hoping she won’t let go of her anytime soon.

“Did she say anything?” Steve asks, looking away from the soup briefly.

Robin shakes her head sadly and Nancy makes a sympathetic noise in her ear, rubbing her manicured hand up and down Robin’s back. “What about you?” Robin asks Nancy.

“Nothing,” Nancy sighs, pulling away from Robin when she realises that Steve has stopped stirring her soup. She bats his hand away and hip-checks him out of the way, deciding to take charge again. At least that's something she has control over.

The rest of the dinner is made in relative silence, Robin sets out the cutlery on the living room table, along with everyone’s preferred drinks. At one point Robin can tell you’re about to make an excuse not to eat at all, but a raised brow from Nancy has you sinking to the floor.

Robin’s eyes have been nervously flickering from her soup to you. She’ll see your lips part for a moment like you’re about to say something, but you close them just as fast, swallowing down soup and tearing at your bread.

You all eat hunched over the living room table, Eddie is missed even more than ever as silence haunts the table. No one can work out what to say.

You can feel yourself putting a dampener on everything but feel so shaken from the interaction this afternoon that it’s all that you can think about. You’ve heard people say their exes were the worst things that happened to them, but you never thought you would have been one of those.

Had you truly been that bad?

When Nancy leans over to grab your hand you smile at her or attempt to. Then when she lets go your hand sinks off the table and down to your thigh out of reach.

What if one day they thought about you like that? What if one day they’re glad that you broke up? They continue without you, happier without you.

It’s then that you remember, to your horror, all about Steve’s story time. The cake you had planned to buy him in celebration. How could you be so selfish, forgetting about something Steve had been worried about for so long?

“How did story time go?” You ask, timidly.

Robin and Nancy are patient, but Steve has never been. He’s going out of his mind with worry. Perhaps it's because he’s suddenly lost a girlfriend before. Thought she had loved him the way he loved her until she pulled the rug out from under his feet and told him it wasn’t working and that they were nothing.

It took so long for him to come back from that, even though he’s over the girl who said it, he still occasionally fears that all this love could be fleeting.

He smiles, abandoning the last of his toastie to thread his greasy fingers between your own. They slip against your hand and when he squeezes, he tries to push as much love into it as he can. “It went really well,”

“Yeah?” You ask more enthusiastically. Steve’s smiles have always been contagious. The pretty curve of his smile and the movement of his freckles as his cheeks apple, it’s the kind of smile that makes you believe in love at first sight.

“Mrs Lemon wants me to read again tomorrow,” Steve grins.

Everyone at the table erupts in excitement at Steve’s news. Robin drops the last bit of her toastie into her soup and has to fish it out with her spoon, fingers turning red in her attempts. Nancy's hand rubs up and down Steve’s thigh, in congratulations for his good news and for bringing you out of your melancholy.

Robin has you hold up her glass to her lips so she can take a sip of water without getting her soupy fingers all over the glass. It causes her to dribble water all over the table and she can’t even find it in her to be embarrassed when it results in giggles and your fingers brushing across her chin to catch the drips.

When everyone finished you’re quick to gather everyone's bowls and dismiss any help. You want to feel useful after sulking on the sofa while everyone else has made dinner.

This whole weekend you had been a whirlwind of productivism. Unless Eddie was forcing you to sit on the sofa with his head in your lap, you were doing something for someone else. Any errand anyone was putting off was finished by you that weekend. You had gotten the juice stains out of Steve’s jumper, sewn up the hole in Robin’s jacket pocket, reorganised Nancy’s toiletry cupboard and buffed her briefcase. Eddie had to coerce you into a cuddle to stop you from sewing up the holes in his favourite socks.

He hadn’t attended last night's dinner but had heard all about it from a concerned Nancy and spent the whole weekend attached at your side.

He did everything one-handed, not wanting to spend a second not touching you. It was so out of character for you to be so withdrawn. Steve and Robin assumed it was a bad day or more specifically a bad customer.

Nancy and Eddie had a gut feeling it was something more important. You didn’t often keep things to yourself, you found talking about problems usually stopped them from bothering you so much. If whatever happened hadn’t felt fixable to you by a rant and a cuddle, something must have happened.

Eddie wanted to be there, ready, for when you wanted to tell him. He never wanted anyone to feel as alone as he once felt, drowning in his worries, before his uncle took him in.

Nancy, though claiming she was taking a more relaxed approach, glanced at you about every two seconds, checking your reactions.

So when you had said you needed to go out to the store, Nancy and Eddie shared a look and insisted they both needed to come with you. Eddie for some smokes and Nancy for a specific body lotion she claimed would be too hard for you to find.

They were so obvious it would be annoying if they weren’t so endearing.

You ended up in Bradleys.

You had been antsy to get in, buy the cake you planned to get for Steve on Friday and then transform yourself into the partner your lovers deserved.

Instead, Eddie had taken his sweet time driving you all there, even though normally he called the speed limit a suggestion. Then he convinced you that you needed to walk up and down each aisle to make sure you didn’t ‘forget’ anything. It would have been an accomplishment to forget anything when you only have one item to obtain each.

The basket hooked on one arm, you hooked through the other, Eddie was strutting down the isles bobbing his head along to the pop songs he ‘hated’. Even though Eddie’s reasoning was ridiculous, it did feel relaxing to take your time walking through the various aisles together.

Eddie’s fingers were tracing up and down Nancy’s spine as she held two types of tea in her hand, reading the backs carefully. “Do you think these work?” She asked, holding out the packages for you to inspect, two different teas both promising to help with sleep.

You took one out of her hands, to inspect the ingredient list. Robin’s mum had said something about lavender last time you had spoken, but you weren’t sure that was digestible.

“If you need help sleeping, I’ve got the perfect solution” Eddie teased, arms snaking around Nancy’s waist and squeezing as he dipped his face against her neck. Nancy shivered, feeling his cold nose trace her neck and his curls tickle her collarbones, the basket digging into her sides.

“Stop!” She said, trying not to smile, wiggling out of his arms and lightly slapping at his arms, “I can’t take you anywhere,”

Eddie pressed a wet kiss to her cheek. His arm went over her shoulder, grabbing the box of tea out of Nancy’s hand and dropping it into the basket. “Mrs Norris used to drink that one,” He explained, taking the other one from your hand to put it back on the shelf. “Always knocked her out cold when she was supposed to be babysitting me”

Nancy huffed, crossing her hands across her chest as Eddie encouraged you both to the end of the aisle, hands wandering. “You have no shame” She scolded, cheeks burning at the wink he gave her in response. Still, he dropped his hands from her but continued to lead you both down to the frozen section, in search of ice cream.

She stopped at a display of lip balms, letting the two of you go on ahead. Her gaze did not linger on his fingers curled around the basket handle, or the dip of his spine that his cropped band shirt exposed.

You were still smiling over Eddie as you watched him search the freezers for the giant tub of Neapolitan-flavoured ice cream. He always made a big display of it, sometimes he and Robin would compete to see who could keep their hands in the freeze the longest.

Nancy soon floated behind you, her floral perfume altering you to her presence long before she slid her hand into your own. She leaned into your space, so close you could smell the curl cream she and Eddie shared. The pair, despite their differences, had a surprising amount in common.

“How mad do you think he’ll be if we refuse to hold his hand when he gets the ice cream?” Nancy whispered.

“I think we’ll hear about it for the rest of the night,”

Eddie cranes his head, looking you both up and down conspiringly. He fished the last tub from the back of the freezer and dropped it into the basket with a thud. It crushes the flimsy box of tea, but Eddie’s attention is on the guilty expression you’re wearing.

He holds his freezing hands out expectantly, wanting you to come and warm him up after his valiant efforts of searching in the freezers.

Nancy shakes her head at him, but his doe eyes can’t hold you off for long so soon he’s holding one of your hands in both his. You flinch at his touch and he pouts childishly, lashes fluttering.

“I risk my fingers for you, and this is the thanks I get,” Eddie huffs at Nancy over the top of your head, “At least you love me, sweetheart,” He coos kissing the side of your head.

“You hardly risked your fingers,” Nancy says rolling her eyes as she tugs your hand to lead you down to the toiletries aisle. You think half-heartedly about the cake, vanilla and shaped like a heart, that you wanted to get Steve, but then think of the crushed box of tea, it might be best to leave it for last.

“I was very close to hypothermia,” Eddie dramatises, flexing his fingers against yours. You feel the cold bump of his rings, they’re usually cold but feel even more so after being in the freezer.

Nancy ignores him and walks straight to the body lotion, hand reaching out for her usual choice, but lingering on a couple of new scents. Strawberries & Cream sounds like it would smell pretty nice, plus the bottle matches her nails.

She picks it up, dropping your hand in the process and uncaps the lid to give it a smell. Eddie takes your dropped hand before it can even fall to your side, now, he threads his fingers through yours with a giddy smile.

He pecks a kiss on your nose catching you off guard and pulls you off to the side next to the baby powders, moving you away from an oncoming cart.

You lean in to kiss his own but are brought out of your lovesick stupor by a harsh cough. Eddie glares at the culprit, kissing your lips extra firm. The person coughs again and you push Eddie away from you and try to move out of the way, catching sight of the person coughing at you.

It’s always a shock to see your ex unexpectedly, it’s even worse when they’re with a beautiful partner and they have a child sitting in the cart tugging a little plush to their chest. It shocks you for about a million reasons, the most hurtful being that the entire time you had been together they claimed to never want children.

Yet here, in front of you, is the clear proof that they did.

“Nancy!”

It’s a small town, everyone knows everyone. Still, it shocks you that their new partner knows Nancy. You feel so different from your old self that a reminder of it is terrifying.

Suddenly you’re scared, what had your ex told them? How badly had they painted you? what if they tell Nancy?

The worst part is that if they were to tell her, it would have been entirely your fault. How could you be mad at someone for telling the truth? You hadn’t been the greatest partner in the past, but you were trying to make up for that. It felt like you had made up for that.

You make eye contact with your ex, who isn’t even trying to hide their disappointment at seeing you twice in such a short amount of time, still, it’s obvious by the conversation Nancy is getting into that they’ll be standing around for a while.

Your eyes try to look at everything, but the person who’s fucked with your head for the last couple of days. The child, old enough that it must have been born within a year of your breakup, hair a dark brown colour, coils around their shoulders. They look so happy, a picture-perfect family.

You excuse yourself, using the cake you need as an excuse to go to a different aisle. Eddie tries to go after you but is cut off by an old lady jamming her shopping cart in front of him with a rude huff, muttering about young people these days. She runs over his foot and he almost takes down the entire shelving unit when he backs into it.

When Eddie finds you, standing in front of an empty shelf, sniffing into your hands, he’s crushed.

The drive back had been awkward.

Nancy had found you both and sent Eddie to pay for everything while she took you to the car. You refused to cite anything but the cake’s being sold out as the reason for your tears, but it’s clear that there was something more.

It isn’t until you’re home, that the extent of your upset is clear. At the supermarket, you had clung onto Nancy and Eddie for life, feeling personally devastated at the thought of either of them leaving you.

Now leaving was all you could think of doing.

You had packed your bag, unpacked and re-packed it again. You just couldn’t get it out of your head, how much happier everyone might be without you. Your last relationship played through your mind like a reel.

All the times your exe had yelled at you, called you a bitch, the problem. You could be forgetful, self-absorbed, hurtful. You thought you had changed, but you had proved yourself wrong on Friday, ignoring Steve’s accomplishment to stew in your self-obsession.

There was a knock on your door, but it was a warning rather than a request as Steve and Robin barged in without waiting for a response.

“Are you ok?” Robin asked, skirting around your clutter to land on the bed, beside the duffle bag you were about to re-pack. “Actually no, I know you’re not ok, so don’t bother lying,” Robin huffed, pushing the fly aways from her face and staring at you in determination.

Her hands darted out to your sides, holding you firmly in place. On her knees, on your bed, she begged you to tell her exactly what was wrong, “You always feel better after talking to me, I can help you, whatever it is. If it’s working at the vinyl store we’ll get you a new job, you could come to work with me in the museum archives?”

“It’s not…it’s not that,” You stutter, fingers feeling tingly as your eyes dart nervously from Robin to Steve, who hasn’t moved from standing at the door. You can’t see his expression, but the vein on his neck is close to bursting.

I’m the problem, you think, but you’re all too sweet to realise and you’ll be too kind to tell me when you do work it out.

Robin’s nose bumps your sternum bringing your attention back to her. She presses a kiss to the swell of your stomach. Her hands are ever wandering, frantic in their need to comfort you, but unsure where to go. “You can tell me,” She promises, her sea-blue eyes boring into yours. Your eyes water as you try to think of what to say.

“You’re leaving,” Steve’s voice is cold, and his stare is even colder. He nods to the duffle bag on the bed, glaring at it with the heat of a thousand suns.

Robin looks at the bag that she hadn’t registered, shaking her head in disbelief, until she sees the crumbling expression on your face and realises it’s true. Her hands drop from your body and she darts from the bed like a person burnt. She brushes past Steve, rushing out of your room and you can hear her fast footsteps retreat down the hall.

“You…you don’t understand,” You try to defend, hands falling into fists in frustration.

“No, I understand,” Steve spits, arms crossed across his chest, muscles clenched, “You’re just like her, only so much worse,”

“Ste-”

“Don’t” Steve scoffs “You promised us you wouldn’t do this, promised me.” His voice breaks and he has to turn his face to the side, collect himself and wipe the rouge tears that he let escape.

You sink in on yourself, “It’s…it’s for the best, I’m…I,”

Steve laughs, fist banging against the door frame, startling you, you have to steady your hands on the bed to stop yourself from falling.

Your stomach lurches, it doesn’t feel right. You’re last breakup hadn’t ended like this, they hadn’t been mad at you for leaving, they had been mad you hadn’t broken up sooner. That they hadn’t been the one to dump you.

You fear you might have made a terrible mistake, but then remember what they had said when you broke up. That you were poison, that you ruined everything that you touched, how much happier they had been before you. Now you knew how much happier they were without you afterwards too.

They would thank you in the long run.

“If you walk out this door right now, I’m never going to forgive you,” Steve’s heart was cracking. Just like last time, he was caught off guard. His voice was stern, but his expression was heartbreaking.

“Steve!” Yelled Nancy, pushing past him in the doorway and walking over to you instead. Her hair was half dry, one side still dripping water onto the collar of her shirt.

Eddie, hair wrapped in the band shirt he had worn to the store, mirrored Nancy, only taking Steve into his arms instead of you. “Let’s all just calm down a second,” Nancy suggested, pulling you down to sit on her lap. She threw your duffle bag off the bed, sending it clattering into your wardrobe.

“Take a deep breath,” Eddie suggested, palm warm over Steve’s chest. Robin fiddled with Steve’s fingers, eyeing everyone warily. Steve matched his breathing to Eddie’s, lips wobbling as Eddie’s thumb wiped the sticky tears from his cheeks.

If you felt awful before, now you feel diabolical.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” You confessed, trying to push out of Nancy's soothing hold because you felt so undeserving. She had a surprising amount of strength though and held you firm against her chest, “I didn’t mean, I don’t want to hurt anybody, this is exactly what I don’t want, I just want you all to be happy”

Robin, tentatively let go of Steve’s hand, who Eddie was leading further into the bedroom. Nancy wrangled you so you were leaning against her where she sat against the headboard. Her head resting on your shoulder while her hand was rubbing up and down your back.

Robin sat down at the foot of the bed, hand reaching out carefully to rub at your leg. “Please can you explain? So we can all understand, why you want to…leave,” Robin asked, hardly able to say the word.

The bed dipped as Eddie sat himself down to the side of you and Nancy, but Steve still refused to sit, standing up with his thighs touching the bed, hand clasped tightly in Eddie’s.

You took a deep breath and tried to explain “I saw, my ex, first they visited me at work-”

Steve’s grip on Eddie white-knuckled as he scoffed, assuming the worst. You shrunk further back into Nancy making her glare at Steve who rolled his eyes. He was still sure you were about to rip out their hearts.

“Go on,” Nancy encouraged.

“He said, he was glad we broke up and at first I just thought, yeah me too, but then I started thinking and,I was awful,”

“Did you start thinking that? Or did he make you think that?” Nancy asked.

“Well, I mean, I guess he implied it and he always used to say it, like I would ruin things and he would throw things, sometimes, when I did something bad,”

Steve sat down on the bed, looking at you tearfully, “He would throw things at you?” Now he felt himself crying for an entirely different reason.

“It wasn’t- I was just as bad,”

“Did you throw things at them?” Questioned Robin.

You shook your head, “No, but I de-”

“I know you’re not about to say you deserved it, no one ever deserves that sweetheart,”

“I was an asshole, I was cruel and hurtful.” You explained, “You can say they shouldn’t have hurt me, but I hurt them just as much with every word I said. How can I deserve to be happy like this? I’ve been trying to change, but what if i can’t”

Steve feels a rush of sympathy through his chest. The anger that surged through his body turned from a fiery rage to a simmering heat, directed at whoever made you feel like this. He knows exactly how it feels to try to change, but not be given a chance.

To this day the title of King Steve follows him around like a bad dream. He’s taken responsibility for his actions and changed for the better, but for a long time, he wondered if it would ever be enough to make up for the hurt he had caused. Did he deserve the friendship Robin offered, that had led him down the path to this?

You gulped eyes starting to water. “I just don’t want to ruin things, I don’t want to hurt anyone I love again, I’m so sorry Steve, I already hurt you so much and if I stay I might-”

Steve shuffled forward, pulling you roughly from Nancy’s embrace into his own. His strong arms wrapped around you and his tear-stained cheeks stuck to your own. “The only way you could truly hurt me is if you left right now,” He pulled himself out of your embrace so he could hold his face in your hands.

“You deserve to be happy, you deserve a chance to change,” Steve promises, tacky lips pressing into the top of your head over and over again, trying to let it sink in.

“For the record, this version of you you’re describing, I don’t think I’ve ever met them,” Eddie says, palm firm as it rubs up and down Steve’s quaking back.

“But I- I forgot all about Steve’s big day,” You huff, voice thick with frustration.

“Honey, you spent the morning comforting me and asked me about it when you got home.” Steve placates.

“Not right away though, I sat on the sofa for ages, just thinking about myself,”

“Think that’s understandable after the run-in you had,” Steve’s hand keeps a warm grip on your cheeks, eyes softening as he kisses underneath your teary eye.

“Lovely, you’ve never made any of us feel anything but loved and I hope you feel the same about us” Nancy offered, stroking your shoulder with soft fingers.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I even thought about leaving I was just, so caught up and I wasn’t thinking properly.”

“Do you still want to?” Asked Robin tentatively, hands ghosting the sides of your leg.

You shook your head, lip starting to wobble, “I never wanted to, I just thought- I thought I had to,- Oof!” You exclaimed, Robin’s soft body dropping on top of you and Steve, squishing you down against Nancy, who took the weight like a champ.

Her arms winded around Steve, you and Nancy, squeezing Steve so tight he thought she might break one of his ribs. “I think as long as us five stick together, we can get through anything”

“Well said Buckley,” Grinned Eddie, reaching over to ruffle her hair.

Eventually, you all moved from your room into Nancy and Steve’s which had the biggest bed.

Nancy was removing the decorative pillows from the bed to place them on the ottoman instead. Eddie was helping, but his idea of helping was throwing them at Robin who was trying to dodge them while drinking the tea Nancy had gotten her at the store. A potentially deadly combination that required Nancy’s intervention.

Steve was with you in the en suite, the two of you hadn’t spent much time apart since the earlier misunderstanding. Steve had joined you in the shower while Nancy and Eddie finished drying their hair.

You had shared a bowl of ice cream, even though Steve didn’t like ice cream all that much anymore while watching the Documentary Eddie borrowed from the library for Robin.

Steve had just finished washing your face for you, letting you sit on the counter. Now you were brushing his hair for him. You started carefully combing it back with a fine-tooth comb, but now we're just using your fingers, styling it wildly to make him laugh.

You were currently attempting a mohawk with little success. He had one hand wrapped around his toothbrush while the other was holding your wrist, fingers pressing into your pulse. It felt good to be the reason Steve laughed instead of the reason he had been crying.

“I’m sorry Steve,” You whispered again, against his forehead, pressing a light kiss between his eyebrows.

“Already forgiven lovely,” Steve promised, bending his head to kiss your pulse point. “ but, please tell me what I did wrong” He murmured, turning bashful.

“What?” Now it was your turn to look at Steve in shock. “You didn’t do anything wrong?”

“Please, you can tell me, otherwise how will I not do it again?” Steve spares you a glance with eyes so earnest it breaks your heart.

Steve had felt so guilty since he heard your confession, you had thought that you would make them unhappy, in his head it translated that he hadn’t made it clear just how much he adores you.

“You didn’t Stevie, I promise. I was too in my own head” You kiss him gently “I still am, to be honest,” You confess smoothing his hair down behind his ears, kissing him once again for good measure. “I promise I’ll tell you next time I start spiralling,”

He burrowed his face in your neck, inhaling the smell of strawberries and cream. It scared him to think he would never be this close to you ever again, that he could lose out on all this. “God I hope there isn’t a next time, I love you, you make me- you make us so much happier,”

“Thank you for caring about me, I know it can be hard,”

“Caring about you is easy, it’s like breathing I don’t even have to think about it, I just do it”

“Stevie,” You mumble, tucking yourself against his shoulder, “You’re such a loverboy,” You peck him again.

After another five minutes of cuddling, you go into the bedroom and find yourself in a love pile on the bed.

Robin is smushed, out cold on top of you and Nancy. Nancy flanks you one one side and Steve is on your other, breath puffing against your neck. Eddie is wrapped around him, his heavy leg draped across you and Steve.

If he was ever right, about you being poison, you’re certain you’ve found your antidote.

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౨ৎ ⋆ ｡˚ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

summary: will byers was announced deceased, and now your friend barb is officially missing. steve is a grade a asshole and breaks jonathan byers camera, how fun! the figure you saw in the woods and in your nightmares ends up in one of the photographs jonathan took, leaving suspicion that will is alive, and barb is in danger. maybe hawkins is cursed after all!

“Watch out for that freak,” Steve called over his shoulder, jerking his thumb back toward Jonathan. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/N hissed, stepping into Steve’s path and shoving him hard in the chest. Her eyes blazed with fury, searching the boy’s face for answers. Steve staggered back a step, surprised. “Oh-ho! Watch out for Ms. Prissy,” Tommy snickered, his arm slung around Carol, who blew a bubble with her gum she smacked on, watching with a gleeful expression. It’s almost like they were born to be assholes. Y/N ignored them, her glare fixed on Steve. “That ‘freak’ over there was just minding his own damn business! And you just had to destroy his stuff for no reason? Seriously, what’s wrong with you?” Steve raised an eyebrow, his expression turning cold. “That freak was stalking us. He took pictures of us at my party last weekend. Photos of us in the pool, in my house—from my backyard. Creepy, don’t you think?”

pairings: steve harrington x reader

warnings: mention of death, missing persons, cursing, and season one steve lol

word count: 4k

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The night enveloped Hopper’s trailer in a suffocating darkness, the only light coming from the flickering glow of the TV in the living room. Y/N sat on the couch, her sketchbook open on her lap, with her hand moving almost mechanically as she tried to lose herself in her drawing. Reality was becoming all too overwhelming—the sweet boy Will Byers was still missing, and Barbra was nowhere to be found. The murmur of the TV served as a background hum, a flimsy barrier against the overwhelming dread.

“Breaking news,” a voice from the TV cut through the regular hum of the news channel, snapping Y/N out of her reverie. She glanced up from her sketchbook, pausing her movements, her heart already pounding harshly in her chest.

“This is live, reporting from the local Sattler's Quarry. The missing child, Will Byers, has been found deceased here in the quarry. Police suspect—”

Y/N’s heart plummeted to her feet, her eyes widening in complete shock. Guilt rushed straight to her stomach, making her feel nauseous. She stared at the screen, unable to process the words she heard. That sweet boy she had just met, in this quiet, small town—was dead?

She was the last person Will was with, the last person that was responsible for him.

And she was the reason he was never coming back to his family.

“Y/N?” The trailer door creaked open behind the girl, a familiar voice cutting through the heavy silence in the dimly lit home. Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Hopper's gruff voice. She turned, her eyes meeting his weary gaze.

"Hopper?" Her voice shook.

The police chief stepped into the trailer, his presence bringing a sense of both comfort and foreboding. "I'm sorry, kid," he mumbled, his voice heavy with regret.

"I came here as fast as I could to check in on you." He added as Y/N's breath caught in her throat, searching Hopper's expression for any sign of hope, if somehow, maybe this was all wrong—maybe Will was still alive.

"Is he really gone?" Her voice cracked, with tears threatening to spill over.

Hopper's eyes softened, his usual air of authority momentarily faltering in the face of the girl’s raw emotion. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Uncertainty gnawed at him, his usual confidence shaken by the weight of the situation.

Hawkins was a normal, quiet town, but now—it’ll never feel the same.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

The interior of Hopper’s trailer was dimly lit by the early morning light filtering through the thin curtains. The clock on the wall read 6:29 AM, and the smell of coffee lingered in the air, a comforting but slight reminder of normalcy amid the chaos.

Y/N stirred in her sleep, waking up—startled by the sound of her alarm sounding off. She sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes, then turned off her alarm, trying to shake off the lingering dread weighing down on her. The events of the previous night, the news about Will Byers's death—are still fresh in her mind, and it feels like they’ll never leave.

She threw off the bed covers and swung her legs over the side of her bed, the cool wooden floor sending a shiver up her spine. With a shaky sigh, she stood up and tracked toward the kitchen, hoping a quick breakfast would help clear her mind. As she stepped into the kitchen, she noticed Hopper’s coat and hat were gone—he’d already left for work.

Definitely busy.

The TV was still on from the night before, the volume low, displaying the morning news. The girl went to the fridge, grabbed a carton of milk, and poured herself a bowl of cereal. The monotonous sound of the news anchor’s voice provided a backdrop to her routine, while Y/N sat down at the small kitchen table, stirring her cereal absent-mindedly as she listened to the news.

"In our main unfolding story, the body of Will Byers, a local boy who went missing earlier this week, was found last night in the Sattler Quarry. Authorities are still investigating the circumstances surrounding his death."

Y/N’s heart ached at the mention of Will, the guilt still lingering in her heart. She doesn’t know if she’ll ever be able to forgive herself, the situation seemed to shake the entire town. The girl took a bite of her cereal, trying to push her thoughts away, considering turning off the TV for the morning. She couldn’t take anymore.

"And in a developing story, a Hawkins High student, Barbara Holland, has been reported missing. Authorities are urging anyone with information to come forward."

The spoon Y/N was holding clattered out of her hand, milk splashing onto the table. Her blood ran cold as she stared at the TV screen from the kitchen table, which now shows a picture of Barb’s school photo. First Will, and now Barb is officially missing?

Y/N finished her breakfast quickly with what she could stomach and got ready for school, her mind racing. As she rushed out the front door, she grabbed her shoulder bag, making sure her sketchbook was inside. She’d been sketching the things she’d seen and dreamt about, and maybe—just maybe—there’s a clue hidden in her sketches.

𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥

The bike ride to school felt like a blur. Y/N moved with the flow of students, her eyes downcast, trying to ignore the whispers and sidelong glances thrown her way. She knew what they were all thinking. First Will Byers, now Barbra Holland. Two kids were missing from this town, and Y/N knew both of them. The weight of reality settled heavily on the girl’s shoulders, making every step feel like treading through thick mud.

She reached her locker, her fingers fumbling with the combination lock, her mind too scattered to focus. Just as she managed to open it, a voice cut through the noise around her.

“Y/N, have you seen the news?” Nancy’s sudden voice was tight with worry, her eyebrows knit together, and Y/N turned to see her friend standing there—her eyes wide, face pale. She didn't look good.

Y/N felt a pang of relief upon seeing Nancy. She nodded slowly as she turned to her locker, glancing at the mirror she’d hung inside, catching her own reflection. She didn't look much better than her friend—her under-eye circles were darker than usual, and her eyes looked heavy with exhaustion.

“Yeah, I saw it,” Y/N replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The hallway seemed to close in around the pair, almost as if everyone was leaning in to catch their conversation.

Nancy glanced around, noticing the curious eyes of their classmates. She stepped closer, lowering her voice to a near whisper. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she said, her voice shaking. “First Will, and now Barb? It doesn’t make any sense.”

Y/N bit her lip and felt a knot form in her stomach. “What if…” She paused, unsure if she should continue.

“What if whatever happened to Will... happened to Barb too?” She asked, the thought chilling her to the bone.

Nancy’s eyes darted around again, ensuring no one was listening. “I don't know... I saw something last night, Y/N. Something... strange,” she said, her voice barely audible over the din of the hallway. “But I can’t talk about it here. I'll talk to you about it after school, okay?

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding. “Okay,” she agreed, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. She glanced around at the other students, all seemingly oblivious to the weight of the entire situation.

“After school,” she repeated, trying to focus on the promise of answers, however vague, that Nancy was offering.

Nancy nodded back, her blue eyes intense. “We’ll figure this out,” she promised. “Whatever’s going on... we’ll get to the bottom of it. We’ll get Barb back.”

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥

The bell echoed throughout Hawkins High, ending the school day that seemed to drag on longer than usual. Y/N made quick, rushed footsteps out of her last hour, saying farewell to her teacher, and tracking toward the parking lot. The girl followed the crowd of peers through the school doors, looking around for her friend Nancy, but instead—spot Steve Harrington and his group of friends, along with Jonathan Byers.

That couldn’t mean anything good.

The parking lot was busy—school buses traveled around to pick students up to go home, with others driving or biking to their houses. Hawkins Middle School was across the street from the high school, with some middle schoolers walking to the high school parking lot for rides from their siblings or older friends. It was a cloudy day, with a windy breeze sending chills down Y/N’s spine.

Y/N watched from a distance as Steve’s group gathered around Jonathan, who was trying to exit the situation. Tommy, the freckled boy, yanked Jonathan’s shoulder bag as he walked, stopping him in his tracks. A surge of anger flared up inside Y/N. Why were they picking on him? Especially now, with everything he was going through?

She saw Steve take Jonathan’s bag from Tommy, rifling through its contents while the rest of the group snickered. Carol stood by, a smug smile on her lips, and there was another girl with them—a dark redhead Y/N had seen around the school, usually with a camera. Probably in the photography club.

Y/N’s heart sank as she saw Steve pull out a handful of photographs. From a distance, she couldn’t make out what they were—but she knew they were Jonathan’s. The boy reached out desperately, but Steve held them just out of reach, taunting him before tearing the photos in half, his friends laughing around him. Y/N’s blood boiled. She started marching over, fury written all over her face.

Steve, finishing with the photos, dug into Jonathan’s bag again and pulled out a camera. Y/N quickened her pace, watching in horror as Steve inspected it for a moment, then let it slip from his hand, shattering against the pavement with a sickening crunch. Jonathan fell to his knees, scrambling to pick up the broken pieces. Y/N’s hands clenched into fists. She’d seen enough.

As she stormed towards the scene, Steve and his friends were already walking away, heading toward the school building. He spotted her approaching, a smug look crossing his face.

“Watch out for that freak,” Steve called over his shoulder, jerking his thumb back toward Jonathan.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/N hissed, stepping into Steve’s path and shoving him hard in the chest. Her eyes blazed with fury, searching the boy’s face for answers.

Steve staggered back a step, surprised. “Oh-ho! Watch out for Ms. Prissy,” Tommy snickered, his arm slung around Carol, who blew a bubble with her gum she smacked on, watching with a gleeful expression.

It’s almost like they were born to be assholes.

Y/N ignored them, her glare fixed on Steve. “That ‘freak’ over there was just minding his own damn business! And you just had to destroy his stuff for no reason? Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”

Steve raised an eyebrow, his expression turning cold. “That freak was stalking us. He took pictures of us at my party last weekend. Photos of us in the pool, in my house—from my backyard. Creepy, don’t you think?”

Y/N crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. “What, did he catch you hooking up with your ex?” She shot back, recalling the rumors she’d overheard in the hallway.

Steve’s smug facade faltered for a moment, a flicker of panic showed in his eyes, blinking—trying to process what the girl just said. “How do you know about that?” He demanded, his voice rising slightly.

“It’s no secret, Harrington. Word gets around fast in this school,” Y/N said, her tone cold. “But that doesn’t give you the right to trash someone’s stuff, especially not someone who’s dealing with as much as Jonathan is.”

Steve’s face hardened again, masking his surprise. “Whatever. He’s still a freak and a stalker,” he said dismissively. “I’ve got a game to get to. Try not to get too upset, alright?” He shoved past Y/N, bumping into her shoulder, with Tommy and Carol following with mocking grins.

Y/N rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath as she turned back to help Jonathan, but someone grabbed her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.

“What are you doing? I thought we were biking home together,” Nancy said, her voice laced with impatience.

Y/N turned to face her friend, frustration in her eyes. She gestured toward Steve and his group walking away, then to Jonathan, who was kneeling on the pavement, gathering the torn pieces of his photos and the shattered remains of his camera. Understanding dawned on Nancy’s face, and she followed Y/N over to the boy.

“Hey,” Y/N spoke gently, crouching down beside Jonathan. Her tone softened, seeing the distress in his eyes.

“I’m sorry about what they did. It was messed up.” She began picking up the torn photos scattered around him on the pavement. Nancy joined her, and the two girls silently offered their support.

Jonathan gave a small nod of thanks, his voice flat but appreciative. “Yeah, thanks,” he mumbled, stuffing the pieces of the ruined photos into his bag.

As Y/N gathered up the torn fragments, one caught her eye. She froze, narrowing her eyes to make out the shape in the darkness. Her heart skipped a beat. She recognized it instantly—tall, monstrous, just like the figure she’d seen in her dream that is sketched in her notebook.

“Jonathan,” Y/N called out, holding up the piece of the photograph. “Can you zoom in on this? Is there any way to make it clearer?”

Jonathan looked up, confused by her urgency. “Uh… like enlarge it? I don’t know, why?” He was hesitant, his hand hovering over the piece.

“Steve told me what you did,” Y/N announced quickly, trying to keep her voice steady. “And I get it. I do, but that doesn’t matter right now. I just need to see this up close. Please,” She handed the photo to him, her eyes pleading.

Nancy leaned in, peering over Y/N’s shoulder at the fragment. As she got a closer look, her face paled, and her expression shifted to one of dread.

“That’s what I needed to tell you, Y/N,” Nancy said, her voice low, hesitating before she began speaking.

“Yesterday, I went looking for Barb in the woods. I thought I saw a bear at first, but it wasn’t right… And whatever it was—I think it looked like that.”

Jonathan stared at the piece, realization dawning on him. He swallowed harshly, his voice almost a whisper. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but… my mom’s been saying things. Describing something… like this. She thinks—she thinks this is what took Will.”

Jonathan glanced up at Y/N and Nancy, hesitating for a moment. “And I think I’m starting to believe her…”

𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐚𝐛

The heavy metal door of the high school’s red room creaked open, revealing a dimly lit space bathed in the eerie red glow of the safelights. Jonathan stepped inside, holding the door open for Nancy and Y/N to follow. Y/N clutched her shoulder bag, thinking about how she’d always been interested in photography but never had access to it—she was deeply fascinated, examining her surroundings.

Inside, the walls were painted a deep, absorbing black, which made the red light even more intense. Posters of famous photographs and student work covered the walls, some curling at the edges and held up by pushpins.

The room was small and cramped, with barely enough space for more than a handful of people. Several workstations lined the walls, each equipped with an enlarger, trays for developing prints, and an assortment of tools scattered in what appeared to be organized chaos.

"Over here," Jonathan spoke quietly, leading the girls to his workstation. He placed the torn piece of the photograph under the enlarger and turned it on, casting a bright light onto the surface. As Jonathan began his work, the two girls looked at each other, worry painting their faces.

“You were saying your mom… saw this thing?” Y/N softly questioned in the silence of the room. “Yeah, I know how it sounds…” Jonathan spoke, continuing to focus on his work.

“Did she say where it might have gone?” Nancy added, with curiosity tracing her voice, folding her arms.

“No, except that she saw it come out of the walls,” Jonathan answered—almost as if what he said was normal, hearing a timer go off, placing the piece of photo in water to process.

“Have you been doing photography for a while? I’ve always been interested in it,” Y/N asked, changing the subject, watching the boy move the water around in the tray.

“I mean, yeah… I guess I’d rather observe people, than—you know,” he paused, meeting her eyes.

“Talk to them.” She finished his sentence. “I get it,” she shrugged, and as Jonathan was about to continue speaking, she looked over at the photograph, narrowing her eyes.

The image began to come into focus in the tray, revealing a scene that sent chills down the group's spine. Nancy and Y/N leaned in closer with Jonathan between them, their eyes widening as they saw the faint outline of a mysterious monster-like figure lurking in the background. The figure was barely visible but had enough detail on it—shrouded in shadows.

"That’s what I saw," Nancy shuddered, her voice tinged with fear barely above a whisper. She watched as her friend reached into her shoulder bag with urgency, pulling out a sketchbook, opening it—and searching through the book.

“What are you doing?” Jonathan questioned Y/N as she flipped through the pages, stopping on the one she meant to find.

“This,” Y/N said, pointing at the drawing in her sketchbook. The creature she had drawn was almost identical to the one in Jonathan's photograph. She looked up at Jonathan and Nancy, who were examining her work closely. It was the first drawing she had ever sketched of the recent nightmares—the one that showed the monstrous figure hunting a smaller, shadowy figure.

“This is what I saw in one of my nightmares,” Y/N explained, her eyes widening slightly as she connected the dots in her mind. “The night Will disappeared—on the sixth. It looks exactly like that thing in the photograph.” She pointed at the enlarged photograph Jonathan had just printed, her finger hovering over the indistinct creature lurking in the shadows.

Jonathan leaned in, his brow furrowing as he studied the drawing. “What’s that thing hiding behind the tree?” He asked, pointing to the small silhouette in the sketch. He met Y/N’s eyes, searching for answers.

“I don’t know,” Y/N admitted, shaking her head. “I just... saw it—in my dream. That thing was hunting it. It felt so real.” Her voice was low, as if speaking louder might make the nightmare reality.

Nancy's face was etched with worry, her eyes flicking between Y/N and the drawing. “How the hell did you see this?” She asked, her voice edged with disbelief.

Y/N shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know,” she repeated, her voice tinged with frustration. “I keep having these damn nightmares…”

The three stood in silence, trying to process the weight of what they were seeing. The only sounds were the soft hum of the ventilation system, and the rhythmic dripping of water from the large industrial sink in the corner. The red glow of the safelights bathed their faces in an eerie light, casting long, distorted shadows on the walls, making the room feel even more isolated from the rest of the school.

Jonathan broke the silence, his voice trembling. “My mom… she’s been saying things, about that body they found at the quarry… She thinks it’s a fake. She thinks Will’s still alive.” His voice shook as he looked at the two girls, the fear and uncertainty clear in his eyes.

Y/N's eyes widened as realization dawned on her. “And if Will is alive…” she began, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Then Barbara might be too,” Nancy finished, her voice catching in her throat.

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫

It was late afternoon, and the soft golden light filtered through the windows, lighting up the trailer's interior. Outside, the screech of tires announced a vehicle coming to an abrupt stop. Y/N stepped out of the backseat of a Ford, leaving Jonathan and Nancy waiting inside, and hurried toward the trailer.

She rushed inside, heading straight to her room. In a flurry, she grabbed a backpack and started packing—a flashlight, batteries, a water bottle, and a few snacks. Her movements were urgent, her thoughts racing with worry for Barb. They had to find her.

“What’s going on? Why are you in such a rush?” Hopper’s gruff voice startled Y/N as he appeared in her doorway, leaning against the frame.

“My friend Barb is missing,” Y/N replied, still packing. “I’m going to look for her!”

“No, you’re not,” Hopper said firmly, crossing his arms. “We’ve already got one kid dead and another missing, we don’t need more. We’re working on finding her. I’ll handle it.”

Y/N paused, frustration and guilt flashing in her eyes as she looked up at him. “But Hopper, she’s my friend! No one can find her! It’s only a matter of time before she shows up dead, just like Will. And it’s my fault—if I hadn’t left Will to go home on his own, none of this would’ve happened, I can’t just sit here and do nothing!”

Hopper’s expression softened slightly, but his voice remained firm. “I said no, it's not your responsibility. Go tell your friend Nancy and that Byers kid to go home, I saw them through the window. Joyce is probably worried sick that he’s not home by now.”

Y/N zipped up her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder defiantly. “What, am I on lockdown now? You don’t understand, Hopper. Something’s wrong. I can feel it,” Her voice was tinged with desperation.

Hopper walked over and sat on the edge of her bed. ��I know you’re scared, kid,” he said gently. “But it’s my job to find her, and we will.” His eyes met hers, conveying a sincerity that made her pause.

“Trust me on this, okay?”

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh, the tension in her shoulders rising—biting back her tongue before she said something she’d regret.

“There’s another search party tonight,” Hopper continued. “I’ve got to handle some things for Will’s mom, too. But you—don’t do anything stupid. I mean it.” His tone was stern as he stood up, heading for the door.

“I won’t,” Y/N mumbled, feeling a sense of defeat.

“And tell your friends to go home. If I find out you left this house tonight, there will be consequences.” Hopper added as he left the girl’s room, the door firmly clicking shut behind him.

Y/N stood alone in her room, the weight of helplessness pressing down on her. She heard the front door open and close as Hopper left. She dropped her backpack on the floor with a sigh and glanced out the window, seeing Jonathan and Nancy still waiting in the car, watching as Hopper got into his vehicle.

The girl walked outside to the Ford, approaching the driver’s window, which was rolled down. "Where's your stuff?" Jonathan asked from the driver's seat, his arm hanging out of the window.

“Hopper won’t let me go out, he has me on lockdown or something,” She sighed, frustration evident in her voice, meeting Jonathan’s gaze.

Jonathan looked at her, puzzled. “Wait, you live with Chief Hopper?”

“Look, it’s a long story,” Y/N replied, rubbing her forehead. “There’s a search party that Hopper told me about going on soon. Let me know if you find anything. And be careful, okay?”

Nancy nodded from the passenger seat. “We will. See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

The girl watched as the pair drove off, the sound of gravel crunching under the car’s tires fading into the distance. She stood for a moment, the cool breeze brushing against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Y/N turned and traveled back inside, hoping against whatever hope there was left, that her friends would find something—anything, that could bring the missing back.

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