#nancy wheeler fluff oneshot

[fromasgardandback]

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

[lovelyatomicpeace]

List of prompt:

1. "I can't do it without you."

2. "Why did you lie to me?"

3. "I need to talk to you."

4. "It's not what it seems."

5. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

6. "That place is dangerous."

7. "I miss you, you know?"

8. "Promise you'll come back."

9. "I thought you were different."

10. "It was a mistake, I know."

11. "We are stronger together."

12. "I can't let you go."

13. "Please be careful."

14. "I've missed you."

15. "Can I help you with something?"

16. "What would you do in my place?"

17. "Life is short, live it."

18. "We are destined to be together."

19. "There is something you need to know."

20. "I wish you were here with me."

21. "The truth may hurt, but it is necessary."

22. "Don't let the past define you."

23. "I trust you this time."

24. "When will I see you again?"

25. "I have a plan, listen to me."

26. "I cannot imagine my life without you."

27. "Please listen to me."

28. "I will always respect you."

29. "Maybe one day you will understand that."

30. "I wish it was always so."

31. "You can count on me."

32. "I love you, you know."

33. "I don't want everything to end like this."

34. "I hope you will forgive me."

35. "I'm here to stay."

36. "There are things you can't understand."

37. "I don't need an apology, just the truth."

38. "The fear of losing him was greater than the joy of becoming a mother."

39. "The positive test had changed her life in an instant."

40. "She was not ready for this responsibility, but fate had other plans."

41. "How would he react? This question haunted her every night."

42. "The fear of telling him was paralyzing, but she knew she could not wait any longer."

43. "Every smile she gave him hid a world of worry."

44. "She couldn't stand his arrogance, but she couldn't help thinking about him."

45. "Every clash between them was a spark that ignited something more."

46. "The hatred she felt for him was slowly turning into something different."

47. "Each squabble was a step toward a deeper feeling."

48. "She could not believe that her heart beat faster every time she saw him."

49. "Hatred was just a mask to hide the real feelings."

50. "Every time they fought, he felt his heart beat faster."

51. "Every sharp word hid an unmentionable desire."

52. "She could no longer deny the attraction she felt for him."

53. "She never thought she could love someone she detested so much."

54. "Every night, the nightmares came back to haunt her."

55. "The darkness brought with it her worst fears."

56. "She could not escape the nightmares that haunted her."

57. "Every dream turned into an endless nightmare."

58. "Fear kept her awake, fearing the next nightmare."

59. "She hid her feelings behind a smile."

60. "The love she felt for him was a secret she could not reveal."

61. "Every unspoken word was a burden on her heart."

62. "She could not confess her love, for fear of losing him."

63. "Every glance was a reminder of his unmentionable love."

64. "Every day she struggled with the desire to tell him the truth."

65. "She could not reveal her feelings, for fear of ruining everything."

66. "Don't you understand how much you make me suffer?"

67. "I love you, even though you drive me crazy!"

68. "Why can't you see how much I care for you?"

69. "Why can't you see how much you mean to me?"

70. "Why can't you see how much you hurt me?"

71. "Why didn't you choose me?"

72. "Every time I see him with someone else, my heart breaks."

73. "Can't you see how much you hurt me?"

74. "It hurts me to see you with someone else."

75. "Why am I never enough for you?"

76. "Why can't you understand how much I love you?"

77. "I can't believe you chose her instead of me."

78. "Her hands were delicate, as if she was afraid of breaking me."

79. "Our hearts beat in unison in the rain."

80. "Her gaze was full of sweetness and desire."

81. "We approached each other slowly, as if time had stopped."

82. "His lips were soft and warm against mine."

83. "Each caress was a whisper of love."

84. "The world around us disappeared, it was just the two of us."

85. "His embrace was my safe haven."

86. "Her breath was a sweet song in my ears."

87. "Her smile was all I needed."

88. "I can't find peace with them."

89. "Why do they never understand me?"

90. "Their words hurt me deeply."

91. "Through the window of his car, he saw her sitting alone and offered her an alternative evening"

92. "She did not have a date, but he kept her company in the parking lot, under the full moon"

93. "While everyone was dancing, he found her alone and asked her to spend the evening together, away from the crowd"

94. "I can't go on with this marriage. I need a way out."

95. "I'm not ready for this life. Take me away from here, please."

96. "I can't marry him. Help me find another way."

97. "I need to get away from all this. Can you help me?"

98. "I can't do that. I need someone to take me far away."

99. "I can't continue with this marriage. Take me away, please."

100. "I can't marry him. I need to escape, and you are the only one who can help me."

[bangaveragewhitewine]

Wanna be with you everywhere

Surrounded by your earthly possessions, boxes upon boxes stacked and looming over you in your new home, you don’t know where to start. Steve reminds you that the most important thing is right in front of you (and has a box of his own for you to open). 

Word Count: 2.7k

Content / Warnings: This is fairly tame and sweet. Reader is overtired and overwhelmed, but other than that - total fluff. Moving in together, a brief sex mention, Steve being romantic and totally down bad for reader. Maybe a big question is on the cards, idk. 

Reader is referred to with one gendered honourific. (No spoilers…👀) I have tried to leave physical descriptions as neutral and inclusive as possible 🧡

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Author’s Note: Once again, soft Steve Harrington has invaded my brain. This is pretty short and sweet. Oh to feel safe and loved in his big beefy arms, amirite?

I hope you enjoy! Thank you for the love on Clean Slate & Pinch Me recently - it means a lot!!! Once again I had way too much fun on Canva... Let me know what you think / if you catch any typos!

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Boxes. Heavy, full and labelled with a blocky scrawl. They are everywhere, stacked by the coffee table you had thrifted, the big squishy armchair for you to read in. You haven’t seen so many since your high school weekend job filling shelves and scanning groceries and wearing your customer service smile until your cheeks ached. 

The smell of fresh paint and cardboard combined with the dry feeling that the boxes left on your hands makes you want to peel your skin off. You look around the room with your hands pressing into the small of your back while you stack more tasks on your mental to-do list. The room was empty a few hours ago, a total blank canvas. 

The floor calls, grounding you.

With a sigh that pulls from the tips of your toes, you lie back against the cool wood and stretch your arms out by your sides. This is where the couch will go when it arrives. You close your eyes and feel the all-over ache from packing, carrying and lifting. Before the carrying and lifting was days of packing and organising.

That’s when it dawns on you - you still need to unpack them all.

Tears push themselves up and you feel your ugly-cry face break the dazed-but-happy expression you had been wearing all day. All you want is a hot shower and your comfy new bed. And -

“Hey.”

Steve.

Your dry hands cover your face, swiping your wet cheeks as your boyfriend closes the door - the door to your first apartment together - and navigates his way around the boxes to get to you. His presence cuts short your catastrophising.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” he asks, sounding almost panicked. “Do you hate it? I know the paint dried a little darker than we thought, but we can redo it. It’ll be okay.” Steve is quick to join you on the floor, lying on his side by you with one arm wrapped over your shaking body. “Babe…”

When you move your hands to look at Steve’s concerned face, you see that he looks as tired as you feel. Despite that, he’s still the most gorgeous person you have ever seen. His hair is crushed under a backwards baseball cap and there’s pizza sauce on his tshirt. His deodorant and aftershave has long worn off but you let him hold you, lying half on top of him on the floor, not ready or able to speak yet. Big hard-working hands sweep soothingly up and down your back. Steve’s good at that, letting you just cry it out, holding you steady and safe when you need to weep. He always seems to know what you need; a distraction or silence, gentle words or just the steady thud of his heart against your ear. 

Despite the sweat and dust, Steve presses kisses to your forehead as you slowly settle. The fact that he’s so handsome and nice to you makes you sob shakily one more time. 

“Just breathe, you’re okay.” 

Steve is calm, but you know that inside that he’s wracking his brains to get to the bottom of why the love of his life was crying in the middle of their brand new apartment while he was waving off the friends who had helped you move. Had he said something stupid, was the paint really that ugly… Steve didn’t let his mind even go near the idea that you might be second guessing moving in together.

When he sees you peering up at him, his heart beats double time like it always does when you look at him. His attention is back on you now, out of his own head. You can see the cogs turning in his head and feel worse for making him worry about you, feel insecure or like he was the reason for your tears. 

“Hi,” you whisper. “Sorry. Overwhelmed.” 

“Don’t say sorry, honey. It’s okay.” 

You rest your cheek on his chest again. His tshirt is stained wet from your tears now too but Steve doesn’t care.

You lie together on the floor, both aching and bone tired. From somewhere, you summon the energy to  squeeze Steve as tight as possible, needing him to know how much you adore him. He makes a small happy noise before returning the squish. 

“We’re here,” you murmur against his chest, before you free each other to lie side by side in the golden glow coming from the big un-curtained windows. 

“Here we are. Welcome home, baby,” Steve says, turning his head to look at you again. He covers your hand and stroked his thumb over your racing pulse. “What’s going on in that big juicy brain of yours, huh?” 

“Ew.” You laugh, wincing when your body reminds you that it has clocked out for the day, and meet Steve’s gaze. “All the boxes freaked me out. We still need to unpack everything, and the couch won’t fit if we don’t get some of them out of here -” Your voice shakes and catches and you make yourself take one slow deep breath. Steve squeezes you once, no rush. “I’m just so fucking tired, Stevie.” 

Steve gives you a little smile. “I bet. You’ve been running the show today, making sure everything is perfect.” Steve had been up before you, excited to get going, and had spent the day lugging boxes with Eddie, never letting you take the heavy ones. You had caught yourself staring at how his biceps bulged deliciously a couple of times - Steve had caught you too and made sure to come give you some kisses when his hands were free. And he had checked in with you, not wanting you to get too caught up in making everything perfect or taking on too much of the responsibility - you were just better organised than him. The brains to his brawn, though he knew you didn’t like when he thought like that.

He sits up, then stands, groaning like a man older than his twenty-odd years. He holds out his hands to help you up, and he puts his arms around you once you’re upright. 

“Everything’s where it needs to be. You and Nance had that list. Everything’s all colour coded.” You had both been armed with coloured markers and sticky notes to make sure the boxes were in the right rooms. “What’s the word? It’s meticulous, baby.” You can hear a smile in Steve’s low soft voice; he’s proud of himself for remembering and of you, for everything. It helps ease the tension bunched in your shoulders. 

He kisses your head with a fierce amount of love. “It doesn’t need to be perfect right away okay? We’re in this together and we’ll figure it out. All that matters is you and me, yeah? You and me in our first place together. S’already perfect for me.” 

Your heart hurts with how much love it holds for Steve Harrington. He’s right; all that matters is the two of you, boxes of bed sheets and belongings be damned. 

Steve starts a slow sway, his fingers tucked into the belt loops on the back of your old jeans as you settle your hands on the base of his neck. He hums a song you both loved, one that had come on the radio in a moment of pure fate when you started the short drive from his old place to your new one together. 

I want to be with you everywhere…

The smile Steve had graced upon you then was like pure gold and you turned the volume up loud, rolling down the windows as you sang together.

Now you feel his smile, wide and lovely, against your temple and peel back to look up at his face. “What’s the smile for, handsome?” 

“M’happy.” You see that boyish twinkle in his eyes, and when he smiles Steve looks so innocently happy, the little boy who had to grow up too quickly. You press up on your toes, ignoring the burn in your feet to lessen the gap between you. He is quick to meet you halfway and accepts the kiss you land on his smiling mouth. Steve’s joy is contagious and he is as generous sharing it with you as he is with his kisses. 

“I’m happy too, promise.” Foreheads pressed together, you close your eyes and let the calm feeling wash over you as Steve starts the sway again. You’re pressed together, head to toe.

“S’okay if you’re not. You don’t have to say you are if you feel shitty.” Steve’s voice tickles your cheek and he chases it with a kiss there. 

“I am. We’re going to be so happy here, Steve. I love this place.” You feel the truth of your words deep in your bones, beyond your aches and pains. “Love you.”

Your words make his heart zing. “Love you more,” he whispers, nudging your nose with his own as he kisses his way back to your lips. “M’happy with you wherever we are, I just want to be with you.” 

As you hold each other, swaying in the setting sunlight, you let the thought of unpacking shrink and enjoy the moment, calmness washing over you like a balm. Over the next few weeks and days you and Steve will place your things side by side, hang up pictures and clothes and fill the blank canvas. You’ll try the diner down the block for breakfast in the morning as a treat, and do your first grocery shop together. You have already promised each other that you’ll have sex in every room to christen the place (Steve’s idea, you loved it) and in a week or two you’ll invite your friends around for a party. You’ll make up the spare room for when the kids who aren’t kids anymore come to visit. There’s no rush, you have the rest of your lives to feather your nest together, find a bigger one when you’re ready.

You breathe him in, finding that scent that is simply Steve behind the fresh paint and sweat and the lingering smell of the pizza you shared with your best friends to say thank you for their help - the first party of many in your home together. 

Steve presses his love into you with his kisses and stroking hands, thinking of the only box that matters to him; a small ring-box housing soft gold and sparkling jewels that reminded him of you. It’s not in any of the cardboard towers, or the overnight bags with the basics for your first night and morning. The little green velvet box sits heavy in his back pocket, plucked from the Beemers glove compartment while he was waving Eddie and the girls off (all of them had whispered their good luck while they hugged Steve fiercely tight).

Seeing you in tears made him second guess his timing, but as he sways with you now he couldn’t be more sure that you’re the one he wants to marry. 

“Hey. Lemme take a picture of us,” he whispers, “The disposable still has a few shots left on it. Stay there.”

“Steve I look so gross,” you whine - but you have to admit it’s a sweet suggestion. His lips meet yours and he pecks the pout away. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says in a murmur against your lips. “We can show our grandkids someday. You’n me, young and cool in our first place together.” 

Steve’s heart beats double time at your grin and he makes your nose scrunch up when he dots kisses all over your face. “Wait there. The light is..” He kisses his own fingers with an over exaggerated ‘mwah’. 

He leaves you laughing as he dodges boxes on the way to quadruple check the ring and fetch the camera. 

You had both been snapping pictures all day, pictures that would end up in a photo album with little annotations of the date and who was in each shot; Steve & Robin hugging outside their apartment before hopping in the moving van, Eddie in an Iron Maiden tee with the sleeves cut off sticking his tongue out as he carried a box under one arm, you and Nancy deep in conversation on the sidewalk, you and Steve stealing a kiss in the empty kitchen (Nancy was stealthy with that one). There were three clicks left.

When Steve arrives back you’re poking through a box of books and thinking about how you’re going to stack them on the shelves (which will be dropped off tomorrow). Your smile when you see him lights up the room already glowing with the setting sun. You both think ‘how’d I ever get this lucky’ and find your way to each other, sharing another kiss before getting your picture taken. 

Steve stands in front of the windows, tucking you under his arm as you both make the most of the golden light illuminating your tired smiling faces. After the click, he rolls the film on. 

His heart beats hard and quick with anticipation, but he’s not nervous - he has never been so sure of a decision in his entire life. You are the one; his one.

Steve places the camera on the windowsill before taking your hands. “You’re the love of my life y’know?” 

You look up and nod, squeezing his hands. “Mhm. And you’re mine. I love you so much I could scream.” You mean it too, thinking about how you could open up the window right now and shout to the city that you love Steve Michael Harrington. 

He presses a single soft kiss to your forehead. “The best day of my life was the day you smiled at me in that little dive bar, baby. Ever since then, I knew I was a goner.” He brushes his thumb over the back of your hand. “I don’t ever want anyone else. Waking up next to you every day, and going to sleep with you every night... I feel like I’m dreamin’ sometimes. Like, how’d I get this lucky?” Steve squeezes your hands three times ‘I love you’. “You’re my love, my best friend.” 

Your face hurts from smiling, about to quip that you promise not to tell Robin or Eddie, but instead you see Steve lowering himself down onto the floorboards - dropped down on one knee. 

For a moment your mind goes blank until you see that little green velvet box, which he flicks open to show you the ring inside. 

Steve says your name so quietly as he gazes up at you, “Will you marry me?” 

All capacity for speech evades you. Your focus is all on Steve, barely comprehending the gorgeous ring winking at you in his hands. Every cell of your body is screaming S T E V E. You manage to nod as more tears press and push up and spill down your cheeks. 

You let him take your hand to slide the ring on. A perfect fit. If you could think straight you would remember one of your favourite rings going missing for a week a while back - the culprit kneeling in front of you.

You pull him up this time, crushing your body to his as you babble ‘yes!’ a thousand times, even as he kisses you with his own wet cheeks pressing to yours. 

Everything feels soft around the edges, luminous and dreamlike, as you see Steve and his smile and his love for you in bright high definition. You take his face in your hands - the left one ever so slightly heavier now - and you bring your faces together. 

“Hi Future Mrs Harrington,” he whispers, each syllable filled with an almost-giggly bubbling joy. 

“Hi Mr Harrington,” you whisper back, feeling his hands squeezing your hips. You kiss him again, smiling too much to make it last pass a few slow romantic pecks and you’re just holding each other, glowing. 

In that moment everything is perfect, your previous sense of total overwhelm replaced by utter joy. Tired and still a little sweaty, dust on your jeans and your hair coming undone, you’re still the most beautiful creature Steve Harrington has ever laid eyes on - even more so now with the promise on your hand. 

Steve reaches out to take up the camera again. “Still got two more. Engagement pic for the grandkids?” he asks, and you practically squeal with delight when you realise he had it all planned. 

As he angles the camera in front of you both, hoping the light is still okay and that he’s not chopping off his own head, you hold your ring up to make sure it’s in frame. That picture, and the next one of you two sharing a kiss with diamonds glimmering in the dipping sunlight, will take pride of place in that little album of the day you moved in together, the day Steve Harrington asked you to marry him. 

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[wildsupernova]

oh, brother.

summary: after a trip to indianapolis, steve starts a long distance relationship with the lead singer of a band performing at a popular grunge bar. little does he know he’s actually dating his best friend’s sister.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: vulgar language, insinuations of sex

authors note

i’m gonna be honest with you guys, this is kind of a shitpost chapter just so i can put something out while i work on more serious stuff lol. i don’t really know how i feel about it but hey, i think it’s pretty funny, so enjoy.

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Steve had no idea Eddie had a sister until he started dating her.

Looking back on it, it should have been obvious. Despite minute physical differences in appearance, they were practically the same person; same attitude, same likes and dislikes, same sarcastic looks and semi-annoying attitude. Eddie had talked about her once or twice, never really knowing enough about her to share any useful information. All he’d ever said was that his uncle told him he had a sister he’d never met. 

Steve had only met her on a roadtrip to Indianapolis with Robin. It was an impromptu trip to mark Robin’s last summer before college (even though she was only enrolled in community college a half hour away), with Robin claiming she wanted to enjoy her ‘last few days of freedom.’ They’d already spent the first half of the week with the rest of the group, so when Robin suggested she and Steve pack a few things and spend the weekend in Indianapolis, Steve was quick to fill his bags and grab his keys. 

They’d been itching for something to do since driving into town, dropping their bags off in their cheap motel rooms and aimlessly driving around town to find something to do. They’d seen a few small paper signs taped to light posts about a concert going on in the basement of some grunge bar, deciding it was about the only thing they could find that wasn’t closed at 10 pm on a Thursday. After a 15 minute drive through downtown Indianapolis in an effort to find a place, they finally pulled into the dark parking lot behind the building and made their way down the ramp to the basement. 

The basement was probably no wider than the basement of Steve’s house, packed from wall to wall with teens and young adults that were drunk, high, or both. A small stage sat against the wall across from the bar, a few stage lights hanging from the ceiling and a black curtain cutting off the stage from whatever laid behind it. The band’s equipment sat on the stage; a drumset, an electric bass, a guitar. The bright purple guitar sitting next to the microphone stand reminded Steve a lot of Eddie’s, making a mental note to tell Eddie about this place next time he tagged along.

Steve and Robin didn’t know how long they had been standing there before the stage lights kicked on, the second hand high and alcohol all mixing together thanks to a bar that didn’t card and a smoke circle going on in one of the far corners. Anyone else from Hawkins might have had a heart attack seeing it, but Steve was just glad nobody had started popping pills or snorting lines; he’d been to far too many parties with those kinds of people. 

Steve, deciding to spend the night sober considering he was the one that had to drive the two of them back to the motel, was on Robin babysitting duty, despite the fact that he was doing a really shitty job of it; she’d already found her home with one of the other girls in the venue, drink in hand and distant look in her eyes. When he went over to make sure she was alright, the other girl assured him she was sober and Robin was in good hands, so he decided to let her have her fun for the night and mingle amongst the crowd.

As soon as the curtain on the back of the stage opened, the crowd started to go wild, sending out whistles and cheers at the performers that began to fill the stage. He hadn’t seen the name of the band on the sign, nor was it anywhere in the venue, so he didn’t know what to expect. This wasn’t exactly his usual hangout, only coming to places like this whenever Eddie landed a gig or wanted to get loose for the night. He decided to just stand to the back of the crowd and watch as the band set up, eyes never leaving the stage as the last band member came through the curtains. 

You were probably one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, basked in the red and blue stage lights shimmering a few feet above you. The black leather skirt you wore covered very little, so short it was a wonder it covered anything at all. A white t-shirt covered in colorful paint splatters was tucked into it, covered by a leather jacket littered with patches, doodles, and pins. The fishnet tights that adorned your legs were ripped in various places and disappeared under the tops of thick black combat boots, with a belt loosely hanging around your waist that tied everything together. Your maroon painted lips curled up in a confident smile, and you winked at Steve as the two of you locked eyes. 

He was hardly able to focus on anything except you, taking note of the way your eyes closed when you got particularly into your performance, or the way your black painted nails shimmered in the light as your delicate hands wrapped around the neck of the guitar. He drowned in your cover of Pat Benatar’s Heartbreaker, and let every note flow through him and cover him like the smoke floating around his head. 45 minutes later and the set was over, much to his dismay, and he sighed as he watched you walk back through the black curtains behind you.

Fully prepared to leave and never see you again, he went on his search to find Robin, finding her engaged in a heated game of drunk Rock-Paper-Scissors with the group of girls she’d found a home with at the beginning of the night. Steve, deciding to let her be, decided to take a seat at the bar, nursing a Coke to pass the time.

“Quite the show out there tonight. The usual?” The bartender, a thin blonde woman wearing the most extravagant goth makeup Steve had ever seen, spoke to someone behind Steve’s back as she dried out one of the glasses. The woman she was speaking to sat down in the barstool next to Steve’s, leaning her top half on the bartop.

“You know me better than anyone.” The bartender nodded and smiled in response, setting off on getting you your drink. Steve glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes but didn’t say anything, much to your disappointment. “I’ve been waiting for you to say something to me all night. Figured you’d at least come a little closer to the stage.”

“Didn’t want to bother you.” He saw you swivel the barstool towards him, legs crossed and leaning one arm against the bar. 

“Pretty face like yours could never be a bother.” Steve felt the redness rush to his cheeks. “First time here?”

“Is it that obvious?” You laughed.

“Let's just say you don’t exactly look like one of the regulars here.” You thanked the bartender as she put your drink down in front of you, a red concoction of alcohol he didn’t know. You took a sip, barely flinching at what had to be heavy liquor based on the vodka bottle he’d seen the bartender pick up earlier. “Where are you from?”

“Hawkins. A couple hours away from here.”

“I’ve got family there, an uncle and a brother. Never been to a place like that, not really my thing. What brings you to Indianapolis?”  

You and Steve shared small talk for what had to have been an hour, based on how far the hands of Steve’s watch had moved, but neither of you were in a rush for the conversation to end. The conversation had quickly become flirty, a tone initiated by you, and the next thing Steve knew he was driving you back to his motel room. 

He spent the rest of the weekend traveling around Indianapolis with you, spending time at parks, restaurants, practically anywhere that provided any sort of entertainment. When he left to drive back from Hawkins, you exchanged numbers and vowed to stay in touch, and before either you knew it, you were embroiled in a 3 month long long-distance relationship. Robin often made fun of Steve for driving to Indianapolis a few times a month just to see you, but he simply ignored it and kept his usual routine. 

He was ecstatic when you called him and said you were coming down to Hawkins for a few weeks to see family, planning out everywhere he could take you in town (which really limited his options, but he was being optimistic). He really should have connected the dots when Eddie had mentioned his sister from Indianapolis was coming down to Hawkins to meet him and his uncle, but he was too clouded by hormones and his own stupidity to see the signs. 

Now here he was, sitting on top of one of the picnic tables in Eddie’s trailer park, patiently waiting for Eddie’s sister to show up. Eddie had been begging Steve and the rest of the group to meet her ever since he heard she was coming down, barely giving them a choice. Steve had been engaged in a conversation with Robin when the car pulled up, Eddie rushing forward to greet the driver. Steve froze when the door opened and she stepped out. 

“So, naturally, I said- hey, dingus, you still with me?” Robin slapped his arm to try and get his attention, and when she followed his line of sight, she practically cackled like an evil witch. 

Because you were standing there a few feet away, hugging the long lost brother you had met only a few days ago. Your brother. One of Steve’s best friends. Steve was dating his best friend’s sister. 

Oh god. 

He slapped Robin upside the head to get her to shut up, shooting down the barrage of questions now being fired at him from Nancy and Jonathan. He tried to stay casual when the two of you walked over, but the moment the two of you locked eyes, both of you went red as a tomato. 

“Steve?”

“Hey, Y/n.” Eddie’s head ping ponged back and forth between the two of you, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Wait, you two know each other?” Robin got up from her seat and hid the ear to ear grin on her face, tossing her empty beer can in the trash.

“I am going to go get another beer before this shit storm hits. Good luck, you two.” She held up a salute as she walked back towards the trailer. You cleared your throat, putting on the most innocent smile you could muster.

“You know that guy I was telling you about over the phone? The one I met at the bar?” Eddie still didn’t connect the dots, only looking at you with a confused expression. “Eddie, that guy was, no is, Steve.”

The words hung in the air for a second, the silence far more deafening than anything Eddie was going to say. Nancy covered her mouth in an effort to hide the laugh threatening to slip from between her lips. Jonathan’s lips were pursed to stop from smiling, and Steve could see Robin peering out from around the corner of the trailer to watch from a safe distance. When Eddie finally registered it, he clenched his fists and took a breath. 

“WHAT?” The next five minutes were a shit show. Nancy finally let out the laugh she’d been holding in, Jonathan let himself snicker and smile. Steve only sat there and flushed red as Eddie threw a variety of particularly vulgar words at him, yourself trying to hold him back and prevent anything from turning into a physical confrontation. Eventually, you dragged him back to the trailer, shutting the door behind you to shut him off from the group and calm him down. Robin came back laughing, fresh beer in hand. 

“Oh god, what are the odds?”

“I cannot believe that she’s the girl you kept talking about! You call her everyday, how did you not know?” Nancy wiped the tears from her eyes, shaking her head.

“He hasn’t just been calling her everyday, he drives there every other weekend to fuck her, too.”

“Robin! Come on, you’re just making it worse.” He held his head in his hands, trying to hide the red flush on his face. “How was I supposed to know? When she talked about her brother that lived in Hawkins I never thought she was talking about Eddie!”

“Yes, because it’s so difficult to figure out when Eddie also kept talking about his sister from Indianapolis.” Robin rolled her eyes. Steve sat there for a second and sighed.

“Wow, I am an idiot.”

“I wasn’t gonna say it.”

A few moments later, he heard the door of Eddie’s trailer open and then slam shut, looking up to see Eddie stalking towards him, red in the face. He braced himself for something along the lines of a punch, but Eddie only pressed a finger to his chest.

“You do anything to her and I swear to god, I’ll kill you.” Steve only offered a nervous nod in response, watching as Eddie sighed and shook his head. You appeared behind him, biting your bottom lip. “God, I need a drink.” 

When Eddie left, you approached Steve, letting out a relieved sigh and a smile.

“Hi.” He smiled at you. 

“Hi.” You shoved your hands in your pants pockets, rocking back and forth nervously. “If I’d known, I would have told you. I told Eddie he couldn’t blame you, since he never even told you my name. And I guess since I never told you his.”

“Well, let’s just hope the awkwardness has faded.” The two of you shared a laugh, and then fell into introductions and re-introductions with the rest of the group sitting at the table. Despite a few sideways glances from Eddie, the rest of the afternoon went smoothly, and by the time the sun dipped below the horizon, you were relishing in the feeling of family.

And hey, at least you wouldn’t have to go through the awkwardness of introducing Steve to your family, considering he already knew them.

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I Wish I knew | Nancy Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler x fem! reader

Summary! In which Nancy and Y/N's secret feelings for one another are revealed when Y/N is concerned about the plan to take down vecna and the looming danger.

Warnings / Content! Some angst, friends to lovers, mentions of vecna and the upside down, mentions and concerns of injury and loss.

Nancy and Jonathan broke up pre season 4 here!! (my Jancy heart hurts with that but i just love Nancy too much)

800+ words full of Nancy and Y/N

I wish I knew, I wish I knew you wanted me.

"I don't know about this Nance," Y/N L/N worried as Nancy told her the plan she had already set in motion.

"Y/N we don't have much of a choice," Nancy replied, with a small shrug. "Vecna is here and he's coming for all of us. Either we go for him, or he'll be gunning for us before we know it. You know what he did to Max, he'll do the same to all of us."

"I know, I know," Y/N started, a dreary feeling stirring in her stomach. "But like you said he's gunning for all of us, so why don't we all just leave the country? He can't find us in Spain."

"This isn't the time for jokes, Y/N." Nancy scolded.

"I'm being serious Nance! Why is it always us that has to deal with the evils of the upside down? Why can't we just move to Spain and be done with all of this? Nancy everyday we keep doing this is another day our normal lives are put in danger! And with you being so headstrong about this, it scares me even more!"

"Why are you scared for me?" Nancy asked, almost bewildered at Y/N's words. "You know I can handle this, and we have a plan, a thought out plan, with no diversions, no changes, it's fool proof Y/N!"

"It's always fool proof until something goes wrong Nancy! And when it comes to Hawkins you know something will! And I'm sorry but I don't want you being the one that suffers because of it!"

"Why do you think I'm going to screw something up?" Nancy exclaimed, a raised tone in her voice. "Y/N we've been over this before, nothing will go wrong if we stick to the plan!" 

"That is until the plan goes up in flames Nancy! Tell me when the last time a plan actually worked."

They both stayed silent for a moment.

"Exactly. Nancy I'm sorry but I don't think we should do this-"

"We don't have a choice Y/N!"

"But we do!" Y/N fired back, "We always have a choice and I'd like to chose to keep you alive Nance! You don't understand if something were to happen to you I'd never be able to forgive myself!"

"Y/N I get it-"

"No Nancy you don't!" Y/N had interjected. "I'd never forgive myself if anything were to happen to you. Hell the fact vecna got to you back in the upside down has me more on edge than ever! Nancy you've been in my life since we were kids. I never want to imagine a world without you."

The room Nancy and Y/N had been standing in seemed to have gone still, something in the room had changed. Almost as if the atmosphere around them realized something was happening. And the two girls seemed to have realized it as well.

"Nancy from the moment I met you, I knew I needed you in my life." Y/N stated softly, her eyes never leaving the Wheeler girl. "And for a long time I truly believed it was because I needed a friend. As of recently I realized it was so much more then that."

Almost instinctively Y/N stepped closer towards the brunette in front of her.

"And I get this isn't the most ideal time, but then again this is Hawkins and there's never exactly an ideal time and-"

But before Y/N could finish her confession, she was stopped, by Nancy's lips pressed against hers.

Nancy's hands were gripping the collar of Y/N's shirt in order to pull her closer, Y/N's hand quickly landed on her waist, Y/N felt like she was in heaven, here she was kissing Nancy Wheeler.

After a moment of pure bliss between the two Nancy pulled away, immediately missing how Y/N's lips felt against hers. But with a warm smile, she spoke. "I don't think you realize how long I've been waiting for you to say that, Y/N/N."

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed, a bright beam painted across her face nonetheless. "I don't think you realize how long I've been waiting for you to do that, Nance." 

The two broke their grins with laughter, not laughter as though they said something funny, but laughter at their situation. They had been best friends since the age of six, grew up as pretty much each others halves, told each other everything, and yet here they are just now figuring out that the love they held for one another was nothing like the platonic feeling they thought.

"Promise me Nance. Promise me that you'll make it back here, back to me." Y/N pleaded softly, pressing her forehead against Nancy's.

"I promise, Y/N/N." Nancy replied sweetly as she continued to smile. "I promise I'll make it back and I promise I'll make it, back to you."

Nancy went in for yet another kiss, it was a small chaste kiss, yet it lingered, giving Y/N a feeling she never wanted to stop having.

With grins still plastered on their faces, they had begun a new chapter in their journey. Titled in bold letters, back home to you.

And leaving the last one behind, no more wondering and wishing, no more I wish I knew you wanted me.

[eds6ngel]

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ nancy wheeler.

✩ sfw. ☾ nsfw.

nancy thoughts.

imagines!

☾ "relax, pretty girl" [0.9k].

☾ bratty bitch [2.4k]. - NEW !!

blurbs!

✩ morning honeydew [0.3k].

moodboards!

✩ final summer days

[lex-fosters-bitchhhh]

Nancy's sick 🤒

Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Nancy was laying on the couch barely able to move, the pain that was in her stomach, her head that was throbbing, and her limbs were aching. Even though she was in excruciating pain all over, that wasn't the worst thing she was feeling, it was the lethal effects of boredom.

She rolled over on the couch, to see where the remote was to watch some TV, the remote, much to her dismay, was on the table, where she had to only move her arm to grab the remote.

She lazily threw her arm at the remote to only just touch the top of it, her arm quite aggressively fell down, the tips of her fingers only just touching the floor. She let out a huff as she just lay like that, and just listening to whatever crap was on the TV.

Nancy lay like that for what felt like ages but in reality was only 10 minutes. Nancy went to move her arm again but to only wack it on the table. She let out a sound of pain as a bruise had already started making itself shown.

"Hey sickie" A voice from behind Nancy said. The girl got startled as Robin appeared In front of her.

"How are you feeling?" Robin said grabbing the remote and placing it on Nancy's chest.

"Shit, I feel like shit" Nancy said low.

"Well if it makes you any better, I had to witness Steve trying to ask out a girl that had a boyfriend, it was awkward because she was renting basically a porno too"

"God that sounds awful, I'm sorry" Nancy said pressing a button on the remote that's been placed on her stomach.

"Oh I'll get over it, just like you will with your illness, because your amazing girlfriend is here to help" Robin said with a smile.

"You make it sound like I'm dying by saying illness" Nancy said looking up at Robin with big eyes.

"But I said you'd get over it"

Robin said kneeling down.

"Still" Nancy said.

Suddenly she felt this big wave of nausea hit her like a tone of bricks, she was shoving Robin's shoulder and pointed at the bin next to the couch.

"You need this are you sure, it kinda smells I don't want you to feel even more sick I just think maybe you should get a bowl or a clean tub or something, Nance I don't need you to feel more ill I can carry you to the toilet if you need me too"

Nancy kept pointing at the bin. Hesitantly Robin gave the bin that stank to Nancy as she hurled into the bin, which made her sit right up. After Nancy had finished she gave the bin to Robin, Robin gagged but tried not to show it, she quickly put the bin down, and pushed it way, way more away from her. " Do you want soup or something?" Robin asked as she brushed a piece of Nancy's hair away from her face. Nancy shook her head and basically collapsed even further on the couch. Robin didn't know what to do so she just placed the back of her hand on Nancy's face and checked her temperature.

"Well you definitely have a fever" Robin said blankly.

"Yeah no shit Sherlock" Nancy said with a grumble.

"Hey" Robin said with a high pitched tone.

"Sorry" Nancy said and rolled to the other side. She knew Robin just wanted to help her, but she doesn't get sick often, so she's not used to someone looking after her, and also being someone's top priority.

"Do you want anything? I'm very willing to give you cuddles if you're up for it" Robin said placing her hand on Nancy's shoulder.

"Sounds good" Nancy said opening her arms for Robin to enter. Nancy was expecting Robin to lay down next to her but something else happened.

Robin scooped Nancy in her arms bridal style. Nancy was shocked and let out a yelp. "You alright?" Robin said looking down at Nancy's face.

"Um yeah just wasn't expecting that, where are we going?"

Nancy said trying to shake off the shock. "Bedroom" Robin said arriving at the door and kicking it open. She walked in and placed Nancy on the bed. Nancy made herself comfy and then walked over to the door to close it. Robin then lay next to Nancy and allowed Nancy to move onto her chest. After a while Nancy fell asleep and Robin was just admiring Nancy's face, her small nose, her beautiful eyelashes, and her pink soft lips. Robin fiddled with Nancy's hair until she soothed herself to sleep.

[tryskomys]

PSYCHO KILLER

Eddie Munson x OC

Chapter 22 - Fairies Wear Boots

Summary: Survival, but at what cost…The Banished and The Enlightened ponder over what the future holds for them.

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Notes: okay, i’ve decided that there’s way too many threads to wrap up in one chapter, so here’s one part and the finale is coming next time <3 this is sorta experimental, hope you’ll like it, because it just felt fitting for the situation. enjoy and thanks for being here <3

tw: blood, pain, injuries (you know the drill), mentions of bullying, mentions of death. kinda heavy what can i say ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Masterlist

songs:

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August 1980, Hawkins Middle School

Mr. Clarke cleared his throat when the theatre room calmed down after a thunderous applause for the school cheerleaders. He was sporting a wide smile, squinting from the stage to shield his eyes from the spotlight that was pointed his way.

“Thank you, girls! That was wonderful. And now, something a little different.”

The crowd of kids was already growing impatient and losing interest as he spoke. Some of them were yawning, some of them looked annoyed that they had to waste one of the last days of summer break to watch a stupid talent show. Some, though, were excited and waiting for the next act to show up, especially the friends of the contestants.

“Here’s our academic colleague Mairi Anderson from 7th grade, with a dramatic reading of Edgar Allan Poe’s beautiful poem, The Raven!” he stepped away from the microphone and clapped his hands to remind the crowd to show some respect and greet the girl with some cheers.

A few giggles echoed through the room as a small girl with a velvet cape stepped on stage, her shoulders slumped as she was subconsciously trying to be as unnoticable as possible. Her worn-out combat boots with purple laces were peeking out under the hem of the cape, so were her shaking fingers on the microphone stand, knuckles red from nervous scratching. She could hardly see the crowd from her perspective with the light shining in her face, something that she warmly welcomed when she stepped in front of the mic and attempted to gulp down the lump in her throat.

“Go, freak!”

“Yeah, come on, freak!”

The sarcastic cheer from who she identified as Tommy H. was followed by another wave of hushed giggles and she felt the tears prickle her eyes. This was a bad idea. Mr. Clarke was one persuasive man, sometimes to a fault.

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary…” a peep left her mouth as a curl fell into her face from the mop of red hair that was chopped in a boyish haircut, obviously done at home.

As she continued, her voice grew a bit stronger, she even managed to wave her hand in a dramatic way, but the snickering that followed was enough to shut down any confidence that she’d gained. She finally managed to peek into the crowd as a crumbled list of paper flew in her direction, ricocheting right off of her forehead. She let out a trembling sigh when she saw Tommy’s wide grin. The boy with a wild mane of brown hair next to him slapped the back of his friend’s head to scold him, but he was pushing back laughter as well.

Steve’s arm was thrown around Maia’s shoulders as they sat next to each other on the floor beside El’s bed, carefully watching every breath that Eddie took after he fell asleep. Nancy left shortly after she examined Maia to get some proper medical supplies. They had to act fast so the wounds wouldn’t get infected. Steve stayed behind to watch over them, ready to defend if any more harm came knocking on the cabin’s ragged door.

Maia’s battered limb was weakly supported by an improvised sling made out of the flowery sheet and the wide split near the corner of her lips was grotesquely held together by a small band-aid with farm animals printed on it. He was softly stroking her tangled curls, mumbling a whispered apology every time he got stuck in one of the knots and accidentaly pulled her hair. Her head was uncomfortably resting on his shoulder, her bent neck burning from everything that was going on with her upper body.

The realization that Max is gone was finally settling into the marrow of her bones. They’ve failed. It was all for nothing. Their friend was dead and the two of them were going to live and die in a lousy cabin in the middle of nowhere, their precious lives slipping through their fingers. A pocket purgatory for a fruitless attempt to be brave for once.

“Don’t blame yourself.” Steve mumbled as if he could read her thoughts. She just scoffed and softly shook her head, picking on the skin of her hangnails.

A tall, scrawny boy was clutching the neck of his guitar as he stood in a shadow of a curtain at the side of the stage, hands clammy from nerves and excitement. He was carefully watching the ginger girl that was on stage as she recited passages of something he probably should’ve paid attention to in Literature but couldn’t be bothered.

She was…mesmerising, though. He’d never seen a girl with hair this short before. When he saw the paper ball hit her forehead, his eyebrows suddenly knitted and the enamored gaze was quickly replaced by a furious glare. He felt like running up on the stage and cussing Tommy out, but he realized that it would probably only make things worse for her. He’s a freak, too, after all. When she finished her performance, the lax claps and sarcastic whistles filled the room as she did a quick awkward bow and pattered down from the stage. She sat in one of the empty seats in the front row that were ready for the contestants.

When he walked in, Mr. Clarke’s expression was somewhere between frowning and pity and he gave the girl a comforting sad smile when she sat down and peeked at him through tears.

“Thank you, Mairi, for a wonderful intellectual break. It was truly enchanting. And now, for a change of pace.”

A curtain in the back of the stage was lifted and unveiled a set of instruments that were neatly positioned next to the amps. It was set up before the talent show so the bands wouldn’t have to bring their own equipment. The boy backstage shook his head and slapped his cheeks a few times to wake himself up from the momentary lapse of attention and turned around at his three bandmates.

“Let’s fucking go, boys!” he hissed and they all high-fived each other before turning back to the stage.

“These boys from 8th grade will bless our ears with some delightful music! Here they are, The Saturdays!”

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Eddie’s semi-awake brain was running through memories, good, bad, didn’t matter. It was trying to anchor him to life, remind him that his time hasn’t come yet. His thoughts were on her. Mostly her. The time they got drunk after a session and ended up fighting each other in the forest with sticks for swords. The taste of her favourite tea that she brewed for him every time he visited. The first time he talked to her. Well, technically the second.

It was in the cafeteria in his junior year, she was a freshman. He’d seen her in classes before. He knew where her locker was. He knew that she scrunched her nose when taking notes in Math 201. He knew she hated broccoli and always picked it out of her lunch. He knew she had tea with milk for dessert every day. Her hair was a bit longer, considering the time he first saw her in middle school. He was sort of awaiting her when he started Hawkins High, knowing she was only a year younger. But she didn’t arrive until he was a junior. He later found out that she got held back in 8th grade after her grades dropped, overwhelmed by stress and grief.

She was sitting at her usual spot that day, wearing an obviously well-loved Deep Purple shirt under the washed out denim jacket he knew she wore often. She was scanning through a Lord of the Rings book. He knew she was re-reading for at least the third time, at least that’s what he counted. She winced when Tommy H. and Carol mocked Nancy’s moans a few tables away.

Eddie was just served a disgusting-looking risotto when he finally got the courage to approach her.

“May I join your feast, halfling?” he put all the strenght in his body to put on a confident voice, but his will failed him when she looked up at him with wide eyes, the pale green piercing through his skull. The purple circles under her eyes were a contrast to her pale skin, giving her an otherwordly disposition, almost as if she was a ghost. She abruptly blushed and gave him a soft smile.

“Of course.” she simply answered, her voice like soft and deep, like velvet to his soul. He grinned widely and sat in the opposing chair, making her blush even deeper when she noticed the dimples in his cheeks. He seemed so familiar…

“What’s your favourite?” he questioned with folded arms, nodding towards the book. She darted between him and the pages for a few seconds before scratching her head. The realization that he might not be mocking her gave her a dash of confidence and she playfully hummed.

“Return of the King, by far. You?”

“Oh, Two Towers would beat Return’s ass any day. No competiton.” he furrowed his brows and nonchalantly dug his fork into the risotto to start munching. She scoffed.

“You wish...”

“Eddie.”

“You wish, Eddie.”

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She was staring at his bare back, counting the freckles that scarcely peppered it.

“How’s the arm?” Steve whispered into the silence, untangling his fingers out of her locks again.

“I’m fine.” she just stated and adjusted her head on his shoulder, scratching her forehead when his hair tickled her.

“Oh, are you?” he bitterly retorted, turning his head from Eddie to her, squinting when she looked up at him.

“Fucking hurts, what can I say.” she mumbled with a heavy sigh before she got back to staring at the bed. Steve just bit his lip, his chin trembling once again as he watched the state of her.

The girl wiped her hot tears and look up on the stage just when the group of boys entered. There was the ginger bass player, hunching so his face was hidden behind the greasy strands of his hair. The drummer was already positioned behind his kit, loudly chewing a gum through his chubby cheeks. The guitarist was shorter than them, staring into the crowd with a smug grin. Her eyes stopped at the boy that came up to the microphone.

The guitar that hung around his neck looked very well used, the black polish chipping at the sides. He was lanky and intimidatingly tall, the buzzcut he was proudly wearing accentuated his huge brown eyes. They were slowly scanning the room as he plugged the amp into his guitar, stopping when he found her in the front row. She was staring at him with wide eyes, unsure if she’s feeling fear or admiration. She was sure that he could reach right into her mind and read her like a book with those eyes, though.

She’d heard about a few delinquent individuals around the school, mainly from teachers. They always warned their students. Don’t be like Munson. She wasn’t sure if this was him, but he looked like a Munson, for sure. She blushed and awkwardly looked away when he smirked, rolling up the sleeves of his Led Zeppelin t-shirt - she scratched her nose to hide her smile when she noticed it. The boy cleared his throat and the cheers - sarcastic or not - died down.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.” he calmly beckoned, pausing for a few seconds to look at his bandmates and check if they’re ready. After their approving nods, he turned back to the crowd and all hell broke loose.

“WE’RE THE GUTTED PIGS AND THIS IS BLACK SABBATH!” he exclaimed and the drummer loudly counted to four before they broke into a song. Her jaw dropped as the first guitar licks of Fairies Wear Boots filled the room, letting out a breathless laugh when she noticed her schoolmates’ expressions.

It was a mix of shock, excitement and outrage as the teachers shouted at them to stop and get off the stage. Tommy H. and many other kids booed and yelled ‘freaks’ at them over and over, but the boy just broke into a joyful smile as he sang through the lyrics with his raspy voice. Some of the kids were getting up on their feet, whistling for their lives, others were crumbling the talent show fliers and started throwing them on the stage with boos.

Divided audience, she thought as she mouthed the lyrics and clapped her hands, grinning like a fool every time he caught her eyes. Strangely enough, they managed to play through the whole song before Principal Higgins stomped up on the stage, deciding that the enthusiastic lyric ‘smoking and tripping is all that you do’ was the last straw.

The band giggled like crazy when he started physically pushing them out of the stage before they could even put down their instruments, the drummer already hopped off the stage and ran out of the room with a wild cackle. The gym teacher dragged the other two out by their arms and Higgins followed him, yanking the skinny boy behind him. He managed to give the girl an amused shrug when he walked past her, smirking when the principal furiously shook his head.

“You’re getting at least three months of detention for this, you punks!”

“Are you still in love with Nance?” Maia muttered silently, welcoming the comfort of talking about something else than all this horror. She expected Steve to wiggle his way out of the conversation, try to deny it with strong refusal. But to her surprise, he just took a big breath and rested his head on top of hers.

“Yeah.”

They fell silent for some time, letting the confession hang in the air before she reacted.

“You have your whole life in front of you. Wait until she’s ready. I’m sure she will be, one day.”

Steve frowned.

“You talk like you’re 85. You have a future, too, you know.”

“Like, in jail? Or in this place? Fearing for our safety, for his life every time a branch cracks outside of our window?” she nodded towards Eddie, who’s breathing was a calming reminder that he’s still alive. Steve shuddered at the notion that she doesn’t care for her own life at all.

“We’ll figure it out somehow, I promise. The government still owes us after we took down the commie lair that was growing right under their noses.” he stated, his tone more lighthearted than before. She couldn’t help but smile, weakly nudging him with her elbow.

“You’re such a dork, Harrington.”

The cheerleader girls excitedly waved their plastic trophy in front of their friend’s faces outside of school as the wave of kids spilled out of the front entrance, scattering around the street to find their parents’ cars. The boy was leaning against the wall with his guitar case slinged over one shoulder, perking up when he noticed the girl and her velvet cape that fluttered around her in the warm August breeze. It was dark outside, so it took her a second to notice him and slow down a bit, blushing when he slowly approached her.

“Nice cape.” he smiled widely, but something about his tone made her almost sure that he’s serious. She chuckled, a sound that made his heart skip a beat.

“Nice shirt.” she muttered and pointed at his chest and his cheeks filled with warmth, all the way up to his ears.

“Thanks, made it myself.”

A few moments of awkward silence filled the stale evening air as the kids around them dissapeared to their respective parents, leaving the school grounds in dust. Their eyes met and they both immediately looked away, too shy to face each other properly.

“So, uh, I liked your poem.” he let out into the silence, sticking his bony hands into the pockets of his jeans. He mentally punched himself for not being smoother with this. She chuckled once again.

“You might’ve been the only one. I liked your concert.” she returned he compliment with a hint of excitement in her voice. He raised his eyebrows and flashed her a sly grin.

“You might’ve been the only one.”

She lifted her head to look up at him and finally let the darkness of his eyes infiltrate her mind, mirroring his smile.

“You waiting for your parents?” he nonchalantly kicked away a rock that was on the ground between them. She shook her head and pointed towards the bike rack.

“We don’t really…own a car.”

“Yeah, us neither. Uncle works at the plant, so…” he put one hand out of his pocket to rub the back of his neck, as if he wanted to stop the creeping blush in its tracks. She raised her eyebrows, sensing that it’s something he’s sensitive about.

“Och, my dad just started there half a year ago, when we moved here. Maybe they know each other!” she gave him a warm smile when he met her gaze again, clearly trying to send a message that they’re on the same wave. He couldn’t help but breathe out with relief, as he was admitedly scared of her reaction. Too many bad experiences.

“Nice! I’ll ask him about it. I’m certain that they don’t have many Englishmen to choose from there.” he nodded, wincing a bit when she tutted at him.

“Actually, we’re Scottish. We’re very particular about that definition, you’d be surprised.” she giggled and he relaxed again.

“Do Scottish women usually wear hair like this these days?” he asked but immediately regretted it, scared that she might’ve been offended. Her delighted giggle was comforting enough, though.

“I think that it’s just my mom and I, her and dad used to be quite punky some years ago. I inherited these Doc’s from her wild days, actually.” she smiled as she stuck out her dirty boot.

“You mom must be cool as fuck.” he bluntly stuttered and watched as the smile slightly faded from her face.

“Yeah, she was…” she whispered and a cold shiver ran down his spine, realizing that this isn’t the best conversation topic. She continued by herself, though.

“She passed away last year, so after that we moved to Hawkins, she had distant relatives here.”

“I’m really sorry…my mom died three years ago, so…” he trailed off and she slowly nodded.

“…so you get me.”

The sudden noise from the front of the house made Steve jump up and immediately grab the axe that he’s been carrying in his backpack the whole night. Maia followed him, cringing in pain when she straightened her injured torso.

She reached for her pocket knife and flipped it open, pondering about how unintimidating she must look at the moment. Steve resolutely stepped in front of her and shielded her with his arm, bracing for the intruder’s ambush. When Nancy’s worried face popped into their sight, they both sighed and Maia crumbled down on the floor again, letting out a soft huff.

“Everything okay?” Nancy whispered as she carried two grocery bags into the room, handing one to Steve so he could unpack it. She made her way to Eddie immediately, peeking at him over his shoulder before turning her step to Maia.

“He looks stable, I mean, as stable as he can be.” she muttered and crouched next to her ginger friend, lightly caressing her cheek.

“How about you?”

“I’m fine.” she weakly answered and Nancy just looked back at Steve, who shook his head, clearly giving up trying to get something more concrete than ‘I’m fine’. Nancy gave Maia a sad smile and stood back up, taking the stuff she bought out of the plastic bag.

“Thank god the pharmacy is open 24/7. When I got there, it was empty, but when I was leaving, there was a line two blocks long. The whole town’s on its feet. The four cracks run through the whole place and meet at the town hall. There’s a huge crater there.” she mumbled as she laid out the multiple packs of bandages, gauzes, sanitizers and a tub of some ointment on the table. Steve rummaged through the other bag, taking out four packages of Tylenol.

“The cashier gave me some ointment, said it’s antibacterial. Smells like shit but it will help.” she continued once she got everything out, taking off her combat jacket again. Steve came up to Eddie and softly shook his shoulder.

“Hey, man. You gotta wake up, the nurse is here.”

Eddie took some time before he finally opened his eyes, grunting when Steve helped him sit up. Maia scooted a bit closer to the bed, sticking out her neck to get a proper look at his bloody bandages. When they started taking them off, he noticed her and gave her a weak smile.

“Nice band-aid.” he stuttered and she raised her eyebrows, a breathless chuckle leaving her bloody lips.

“Wait ‘til you see your throat, smartass.”

The boy nodded towards the bike rack and they both set off in that way. The silence that was awkward before was growing strangely comfortable.

“One of my bandmates’ dad is picking us up, he’s got a van. Do you need a ride? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” he reassured her but she shook her head with a kind smile.

“Nah, I need to clear my head a little, it’s been…a tough night. And I like biking.”

He couldn’t help but sigh at the fact that they have to split, but she thankfully didn’t seem to notice. She looked up from the bike when she dragged it on the road, trying to cherish every second of his presence.

“Thank you, though.”

“Any time.” he quickly replied and managed to give her one last smile before she hopped on the bike and stepped on the pedals.

“How many months did you get?” she turned back at him with a knowing smirk. He whistled.

“Four months. I’ve had worse.”

She chuckled.

“Woah, okay, tough guy. I’ll be rooting for you, then. Goodnight!” she cheerfuly called after him and with a sway of her black cape, she was on her way.

“Night, punk!” he yelled back and her adorable giggles echoed through the street, ringing in the boy’s ears on and on like twinkling bells as her red curls dissapeared into the night.

He didn’t even ask for her name.

.���。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫

Tag list: @kik51199 @preciousbabypeter @sebby-staan @sleepysl0th03 @grungegrrrl

[steddieunderdogfics]

Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance by LexiRoseWrites

@lexirosewrites

Rating: Explicit

14,530 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Divorce, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson, Teacher Steve Harrington, Scarification, Hurt/Comfort, Pain, Falling In Love, Older Steve Harrington, Younger Eddie Munson, Age Difference, Knotting, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Gentle Sex, Alpha Nancy Wheeler, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Oneshot, Breeding Kink, Mpreg, Hurt Steve Harrington, Whump, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Bottom Steve Harrington, Service Top Eddie Munson, Pillow Princess Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington-centric, Self-Esteem Issues, Chubby Steve Harrington, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unhealthy Relationships, not between eddie and steve though, Body Worship, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Feminization, Praise Kink, Dacryphilia, Weight Gain, Penis In Vagina Sex, Intersex Omegas

Summary:

Steve goes into Hellfire Ink for one reason and one reason only: to have his mating bond broken. Meeting the owner, who happens to specialize in this taboo service, is the silver lining to being blindsided at the sudden and devastating end of his twelve year marriage to Nancy. It only takes a handful of painful scarification sessions for them to redefine their expectations of love.

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[bradshawed]

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

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

Second Best — Steve Harrington

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

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

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

word count — 2.5k words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh-what?!”

“You’re in love with Nancy.”

“I’m what-?!”

“Ha, see you can’t even deny it.”

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

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

“Yes I do, I just told you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes mum.” And Dustin was back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

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

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

[xxcreamixx]

Some Byler fic recs 💗 Part one

Fluff!

Wash my hair and tell me I'm pretty 3k, twoshot (made by the wonderful @kuumara >:D)

laminate the stasis 5k, oneshot

feel it in my kiss (i'm crazy for you) 3k, oneshot (by @andiwriteordie)

Was it ever really a secret? 2k, oneshot

Hopper's Dilemma 2k, oneshot

playing pretend never felt so real 23k, oneshot

i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you 3k, oneshot

Soulmate au

And things were looking like a movie 1k, oneshot

Just a glance, that's all it took 2k, twoshot

When blue meets yellow in the west 8k, multichapter

It's a love story (baby, just say yes) 11k, oneshot

Violet and Blue 2k, twoshot

Unbreakable connection 20k, multichapter

Just a curious speck that got caught up in orbit 10k, oneshot (this ones made by the amazing @willow-lark 💗)

Death cannot so easily be determined 1k, oneshot

it's all me, just don't go . meet me in the afterglow (tell me that we'll be just fine even if i lose my mind) 4k, one chapter

The ballad of the sun and moon 3k, oneshot

The part of me that can't let go 7k, one chapter (made by @embarrassedwithapicketsign :D)

Fool death (we're the lucky ones) 3k, twoshot

The best thing i've ever done 10k, multichapter

Mike comes out & Wheeler family stuff

Mike Wheeler comes out with the help of Nancy's music taste! 4k, twoshot

The only thing I've ever had faith in 5k, oneshot

No more secrets. 628, oneshot

The box 2k, oneshot

Everythings about you to me 1k, oneshot

Im thankful for my sister (even though sometimes we fight) 18k, oneshot

Our secret 588, 1 chapter

Believe in one thing, I won't go away 1k, oneshot

Babygirlgate

(found most of these from @aramapostsandwrites)

I guess we're more similar than I thought. 1k, oneshot

I Held Your Face In My Hands, Babygirl 1k, oneshot

"Why does Will call you babygirl?" 1k, oneshot

[lunarzstarz]

Smut🔥 Fluff☁️ Dark⚠️

•Eddie Munson•

Series:

||The No List - EddieMunson x Fem!Cheerleader!Reader || ptI || ptII || 🔥☁️

Oneshots//Blurbs//Requests:

||Bad Idea - Fuckboy!EddieMunson x Virgin!Fem!Reader || ptI ||🔥

||Public Sex - EddieMunson x Fem!Reader || 🔥

||Riding Eddie in his gaming chair - Modern!EddieMunson x AFAB!Reader || 🔥

||Fuckboy!EddieMunson blurb - Fuckboy!EddieMunson x Fem!Reader|| 🔥

||Eddie finding out you like being choked - EddieMunson x Fem!Reader||🔥

||Jealous - Rockstar!EddieMunson x Rockstar!Fem!Reader|| 🔥

•Steve Harrington•

Oneshots//Blurbls//Requests:

||Handjobs - SteveHarrington x Fem!Reader || 🔥☁️

||Being sleepy and needy in Steve's lap blurb - SteveHarrington x Fem!Reader||🔥☁️

•Robin Buckley•

Oneshots//Blurbls//Requests:

||Face Sitting - RobinBuckley x Fem!Reader || 🔥☁️

•Nancy Wheeler•

||First Times - NancyWheeler x Fem!Bestfriend!Reader || 🔥☁️

•Steddie•

Oneshots//Blurbls//Requests:

||Exhibitionism - EddieMunson x Fem!Reader x SteveHarrington ||🔥

||Drunk Steve and Eddie Headcanons||🔥☁️

•Ronance•

[heartbreak-sandwich]

✨ Master List ✨

18+, MINORS DNI ~ Ageless or underage blogs will be blocked; this content is for adults only. Thank you for understanding 💕

{❤️‍🔥} smut {✨} fluff {🔥} angst {🕊️} contains trigger warnings {📖} series {💭} headcanons {🦄} oneshots {👽} au

🔥 REQUESTS ARE OPEN 🔥 📖 Currently writing for: (Stranger Things) Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers; (Fargo) Gator Tillman *If you have any requests outside of the scope, just send me a message, and we can talk about it! ✨

*Thank you so much to those who have enjoyed my work! Feedback, comments, and reblogs are amazing forms of support and always so appreciated!*

HOHOHOE WEEK 2023 HOLIDAY MINI SERIES Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC (JJ Feron) BLUE CHRISTMAS {❤️‍🔥📖} CANDY CANE LANE {❤️‍🔥📖} WARM ME UP {❤️‍🔥📖}

YOU MADE A FOOL OF DEATH WITH YOUR BEAUTY (finished) Jennifer's Body AU Billy Hargrove x Tommy Hagan; Billy Hargrove x Jason Carver {❤️‍🔥👽🦄🕊️} [Read on Ao3]

RED LETTERS TO NOWHERE (WIP) Stepbro!Billy Hargrove x Mayfield!Reader {📖✨🔥👽❤️‍🔥} [Read on Ao3] 💕 CHAPTER ONE: Move-In Day CHAPTER TWO: Certain Type of People

ANIMAL MAGNETISM (finished) Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader {📖🔥❤️‍🔥} [Read on Ao3] 💕 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

ECHOES OF REDEMPTION: LOVE AND SHADOWS IN HAWKINS A Tale of Growing Up, Rock 'n' Roll, and the Battle Against an Unseen World (WIP) Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader {📖👽} [Read on Ao3] 💕 CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR

HE'S THE BAD GUY (finished) Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader {❤️‍🔥✨🦄}

BILLY HARGROVE IS YOUR BOYFRIEND {💭}

JEALOUS BILLY COMFORTS YOU {✨🦄}

SIDES OF BILLY ONLY YOU SEE {��✨}

WAKING UP NEXT TO BILLY {✨🦄}

🐊 Gator Tillman🐊

69 IN A 60 (finished) Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader {❤️‍🔥}

KISSING HEADCANONS {💭}

STEVE HARRINGTON IS YOUR BOYFRIEND {💭}

THE CUMPETITION (finished) Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler {❤️‍🔥🦄👽}

EDDIE MUNSON IS YOUR BOYFRIEND {💭}

FULL CIRCLE WARNINGS (finished) {🔥🦄👽}

PLEASURE DOM EDDIE BLURB Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader {❤️‍🔥}

💕 Argyle 💕

ARGYLE IS YOUR BOYFRIEND {💭}

💕 Jonathan Byers 💕

JONATHAN BYERS IS YOUR BOYFRIEND {💭}

💕 Other 💕

ST BOYS UNEXPECTED TALENTS {💭✨}

METALHAMSANDWICH DOMESTIC CUTENESS {💭✨}

MUNGROVE MEETING {✨🦄}

RONANCE BLURB - NANCY REALIZES HER FEELINGS {✨🦄}

ST GIRLS DURING BAD BREAKUPS {💭🔥}

ST BOYS AS FATHERS {💭✨}

This list is updated regularly! ✨ Please feel free to send me an ask or message with any requests or questions, and thank you so much for visiting 🥰

[superblysubpar]

12 Days of Superbly Subpar Writing:

This year (read my sappy 'thank you for a great year' here), I'm in the mood for some naughty (and I suppose a little nice) short, holiday/winter themed blurbs.

Here's how it'll work:

-select a Kiss AND an Action Prompt from the two lists below

kiss prompts action prompts

-send them over to me in an ask and if you'd like reader to be with steve harrington, eddie munson, (or both boys 👀 - just make sure you specifiy if you'd like it to lean towards one over the other, like in this eddie bf oneshot here) robin buckley, or nancy wheeler.

❄ Feel free to choose a version or AU of any of these characters I've already written too! (like WCIL boys, boyfriend steve as seen here, newlyweds who fuck in churches, modern hopelessly in love steve, wealthy man, mechanic, best friend...the dads - you get the picture!)

-Let me know if you'd like your request to lean more naughty (smut) or nice (mainly fluff) - however they all will contain at least hints or nods to NSFW material, so keep that in mind. I'm an 18+ Blog, please respect this.

-Feel free to send some more details you'd like included, most will have an overall winter theme/some specific activities may be mentioned - but please specify if you wish for no holiday mentions at all.

Please make sure you're aware of the guidelines on my blog and about my writing before requesting.

Requests are currently: CLOSED - thank you

Posting will occur between December 12th-24th

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance

by LexiRoseWrites

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Divorce, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson, Teacher Steve Harrington, Scarification, Hurt/Comfort, Pain, Falling In Love, Older Steve Harrington, Younger Eddie Munson, Age Difference, Knotting, Intersex Omegas, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Gentle Sex, Alpha Nancy Wheeler, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Oneshot, Breeding Kink, Mpreg, Hurt Steve Harrington, Whump, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Bottom Steve Harrington, Service Top Eddie Munson, Pillow Princess Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington-centric, Self-Esteem Issues, Chubby Steve Harrington, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unhealthy Relationships, not between eddie and steve though, Body Worship, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Feminization, Praise Kink, Dacryphilia, Weight Gain Words: 14,510 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

“What’s the name, sweetheart?” He ignores the butterflies in his stomach at that. His alpha doesn’t call him nice pet names anymore, so it’s hard not to get flustered about hearing it from a young, attractive guy. “I’m- I’m not sure. It’s probably under Nancy or Steve Wheeler?” The man skims the book before looking up, his smile dropping into an awkward grimace. He clears his throat before lowering his voice. “Steve Harrington?” His chest gets tight. Nancy wastes no time moving on without him. He nods, swallowing down the pain. This is not the place for a breakdown. He has the rest of his life to grieve. It’s only day two. —————— Steve goes into Hellfire Ink for one reason and one reason only: to have his mating bond broken. Meeting the owner, who specializes in this taboo service, is the silver lining to being blindsided at the sudden and devastating end of his twelve year marriage to Nancy. It only takes a handful of painful scarification sessions for them to redefine their expectations of love.