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LAKE HOUSE

EDDIE MUNSON X READER

TW: fluff, hints of smut 18+ (hints of oral sex), some cuss words, smoking and drinking, reader is 18+. if some others TW are missing please let me know!

you and Eddie had been going out for almost two months and you were trying to keep things private. not hidden, just private, as Eddie always said. he didn't want people to tell you that you were a freak or to just dodge you when they met you in the school halls.

even your closest friends didn't know about you two, except for Dustin Henderson. you were tutoring the little bastard and he also played D&D in Hellfire Club. he actually was nice to the both of you, never making you feel uneasy, but Henderson was dying to tell the others.

you and Eddie were playing it cool when you were seen together: he would hold your hips when no one was looking at you, you would hug him from behind and rest your head on his shoulder when the class was empty, he would drive you to school sometimes but parked far from the parking lots, so that the two of you could share a cigarette together and make out in the mornings.

the real problem happened when you and him were out with Robin, Nance, Steve and Johnathan. the two of you were surely comfortable around each other and it often lead to some awkward moments.

for example, you started scratching Eddie's back when he complained he was feeling itchy and he told you "that's the usual spot babe, just under my tattoo". your friends didn't even know that Eddie had a tattoo on his back.

another time you were all hanging out and Eddie suddenly rememberd he was supposed to go help Wayne with some stuff back at the trailer. you were keeping his van keys in your purse, so you just left them in his hand and you were about to kiss him on the lips goodbye, just like every time he had to leave. Eddie was fast enough to whisper in your ear not to kiss him, but people noticed that something was going on.

you were invited to a big sleepover at Steve's lake house and everyone else was supposed to be there, even Dustin and his friends, Lucas, Mike, Will, El and Max.

Eddie was waiting outside your house while smoking a cigarette. you got out the door, saying goodbye to your parents.

"bye mom, bye dad, I'll see you in two days".

"bye Mr and Mrs Y/L/N", Eddie waved a hand to them and they replied with a smile. of course your parents knew about you two.

"is m'lady ready for this adventure?" Eddie asked, placing your backpack on the rear seats.

"m'lady is so ready, my handsome man".

during the drive you and Eddie sang and laughed a lot.

"Eds..", he turned his head to you and smiled.

"I was thinking about just telling everything to the others, you know, it'd be easier to just stay together during this sleepover. I mean, they won't budge at the idea of us sleeping in the same room".

Eddie nodded as you lit up a cigarette and took a puff.

"I know babe, but I was wondering how exciting would it be to just sneak around to find some moments for ourselves or finding a reason to get out of the rooms in the middle of the night and fuck you in my van?"

you chocked on the smoke as Eddie said the last few words.

"you okay, sweetie?"

you nodded and replaced the coughing with a small chuckle.

"sorry babe, didn't see that coming".

Eddie smirked and you nodded.

"okay, we'll do things you way".

he smiled at you and placed a hand on your tight. "that's my minx".

you laughed and then remembered him to behave, "you know that we'll probably end up playing truth or dare tonight. please, don't embarrass ourselves." he nodded again, "copy that, sweetie".

of course, you two arrived together.

and of course, you two arrived late.

"we had to stop because we had lost the main road", you said to Steve as soon as you stepped out of the van.

of course you two hadn't arrived late because you had took a wrong turn, it was just because you were giving Eddie a blowjob while driving and it lead to a quick fuck. hence, you two were late.

Eddie was grinning when he heard your excuse and repeated the same story to the others, who gathered around to help the both of you to unload the car.

"you and Eddie have to share the bedroom, Y/N", Robin told you while hugging the both of you. "you were late so we just decided that". you smiled and pulled your friend close to you. "don't worry Robin, I'll just try not to kill myself".

Dustin looked at you and went like "I don't think that's actually a problem for this amazing couple". Eddie just slapped lightly his arm. "what the fuck, Henderson? are you jealous I'm sharing a room with Y/N?".

you laughed and got closer to Dustin, "oh Henderson, when I'm tutoring you we are also sharing a room, you know?". Dustin was just sandwiched between the two of you and he chose to just roll his eyes and walk away.

"jeez, does he have a crush on you?" Steve asked looking at your way.

"dunno", you shrugged and let out a small scoff. "we were just teasing him, right Eds?". Eddie nudged and lifted your backpack over his shoulder.

your room had just a king sized bed.

"oh man, that's like an invitation", you scoffed pointing at the bed.

Eddie sat on the bed and you sat on his knee, facing him. "yeah, it's like please we want to know if you two are fucking or not", he said slowly in your ear as he put his hands on your hips. you kissed him and he was starting his way on your boobs, when the door shut open.

"we're going for a swim... oh... sorry to interrupt you, mommy and daddy". Dustin was leaning against the door, covering his eyes with his hands.

Eddie threw a pillow at him. "please Henderson, just knock". you agreed with Eddie, "we know that you know, but please Dustybun, please, just knock". he groaned and sat next to you on the bed.

"you do realize that all the others are just waiting for you to go public, right?".

you nodded, "we know Dustin and I really wanna thank you for being so trustworthy". you smiled at him and ruffled his hair.

"stop that or I'll drown you". Eddie laughed at Dustin's statement and he gently pushed him through the door. "my sweetie pie needs to get changed and I don't want you to lurke, mkay?".

Dustin closed the door while shaking his head no.

you quickly got undressed and looked for your bathing suit. "Eds, need help", you called him, because you needed him to tie up your bikini top. Eddie was checking you out a lot, maybe too much for someone who had already seen you naked many times. "Eds? there's nothing new for you to see here", you chuckled. he hugged you closely and kissed your nose. "you wear this amazing thing, I get a boner in front of all our friends. I'm warning you, Y/N". he got changed and then the two of you left the room.

the afternoon went by and you couldn't remember the last time you had so much fun. you spent time sunbathing and gossipping with Nance and Robin, you took a dip in the lake with Max and Dustin, you all played silly games for hours.

Eddie was sitting next to Steve and he had barely talked to you during the all afternoon.

except for the moment when he asked you to kindly bring him a beer and you kneeled in front of him to put the bottle in his hand. he looked at your boobs in a very obvious way that made you kind of wet. "see something you like here, Munson?", you asked playfully. Steve got up nodding his head no, "you are gross", he yelled.

or except for the moment you needed to put sunscreen lotion on your back and Eddie was so kind to help you. the problem was that he grabbed your hair and held your head up as if you were giving him (another) blowjob.

"Eddie stop that right now", you muffled angrily.

"you just need to put lotion on my back in a not so obvious way, is that too much to ask?".

it was late at night and, after having showered and having eaten dinner, some of you were still laying on the shore. Robin and Steve were sharing a blanket, so were you and Eddie. Dustin and Nancy were sitting with their feet in the water.

apart from Dustin, everyone else was drunk or high. Eddie was both and probably you were too.

Steve called Dustin and Nancy to come closer to all of you, "we're playing truth or dare, won't accept a no as an answer", he stated.

"you know that I'd tell 'em, at this point they are just waiting for us to admit that we're dating", you whispered in Eddie's ear. he scoffed. "babe I want to tease 'em for the last time", he bit your bottom lip. "please babe", he whispered while placing a hand on your boobs. you were wearing a tank top without bra. thank god you were sitting in the dark. "okay Eds, but tomorrow we're telling them". he nodded against your shoulder, "mkay sweetie, they're going to know tonight though, as soon as we go back to the house I'm going to fuck this pretty pussy of yours."

you let out a quiet moan as Eddie ran a finger through your shorts.

"and I want you to be very loud".

he spanked your pussy and you jumped.

"everything alright, Y/N?" Robin turned around to you. "yes Robin, don't worry. I felt something touching my leg".

she chuckled. "it was probably the perv sitting next to you". "hey miss, can you please stop calling me a perv?", chuckled Eddie.

Steve asked all of you to get closer and you couldn't actually wake up because of all the booze and smoke you had. you felt dizzy and clinged to Eddie's arm when you tried to get up. he was struggling to stand as much as you, but he managed to hold you by your hips and help you move. you sat in his lap and he held you tightly with his hands closing on your middle.

"alright, let's get started", Steve placed an empty bottle in the middle of the circle and spinned it.

"Robin, truth or dare?"

"dare", Steve grinned. "I dare you to kiss one of the girls on the lips". you, Robin and Nancy laughed. Robin pulled Nance closer and kissed her fast, then she moved next to you and kissed your lips too. "why choose, Steve?", Robin asked, sipping her beer.

Eddie pulled you closer to him and realized he was growing hard. "did that turn you on?", you whispered. he nodded and rested his face on your shoulder. you chuckled and grinded slowly on his dick.

it was Robin's turn and the bottle stopped in front of you. you rolled your eyes and Steve laughed. "we're going to have so much fun", he said, leaning towards you to shake your shoulder jokingly.

"truth or dare, Y/N?", Robin grinned. "truth, so you'll just stop being so nosey". Eddie laughed and pulled you closer to his chest.

"well, we've got so many questions so I'll just ask them all together", Robin smiled at you and you noticed that the others were moving so that they were closer to you.

you nodded and Eddie lit a cigarette. "okay, we're ready, I feel like not all the questions will just be asked to this pretty little thing", he said while he put the packet away.

"sooo, how long have you two been dating? did you guys have sex already? is he.. big, you know? did you two had a thing for each other even before the whole upside down thing? do you sleep together after Hellfire Club? Dustin told us that Y/N waits for Eddie outside school". Robin's questions were making you giggle and couldn't wonder how many times they had probably asked themselves the same things.

Nancy sipped her beer and asked "how many times have you skipped school saying it was because of your period but you probably were just home, fucking around?", mocking you and you laughed because that had actually happened a lot. Nancy was quite sure that couldn't always be your period the reason you stayed home some days.

"Nance, that's gross", Dustin and Steve complained.

"do you actually know that we've noticed you two were a thing before you both had realized that? Eddie was always touching your shoulder and your nose", Dustin pointed out and looked at you. he let out a chuckle, "oh, he's doing that right now!". indeed, Eddie's arm was placed around your shoulder, pulling you close to his chest and he was touching your nose playfully. you started laughing very loud at that comment and Eddie shrugged his shoulders.

"what can I say, Henderson? she's got the most amazing and perfect nose I've ever seen in my life... and not just her nose". Eddie smirked at you and you placed a kiss on his left cheek.

"that was gross babe, but still cute", you laughed.

"enough with the PDA, we want answers". Nancy was clearly dying to get to know more about the two of you.

Eddie whispered in your ear "babe if you want to tell them it's alright". you turned around to look him. "you've changed your mind Eds?". he nodded and hugged you. "yeah I mean, you're right, we should just tell the truth. It's kinda obvious that you're my girl, isn't it?". you blushed, he was calling you my girl and it didn't happen very often, he preferred calling you babe or sweetie. "yes, my boy", you whispered.

"so", Eddie cleared his voice.

"so", you echoed him. the others fell silent and moved their heads towards you.

"it's been two months, actually. it started after all that happened in the upside down".

"this lady here was the one who got sure I was fully medicated after those son of bitches bit me", added Eddie, referring to the bats. "and then she kept coming to my trailer to see how I was recovering".

"it was actually Y/N AND me", Dustin pointed out. "it's great to see how much you value my presence". you laughed and scooted over to place a hand on Dustin's shoulder. "Henderson you know he loves so much you, I'm kinda jealous", you smiled. Dustin scoffed and offered you his beer. you thanked him and moved to a more comfortable place, between him and Eddie.

Steve laughed at your exchange and looked at you because he wanted to hear more.

"and then you know, one thing led to another, I went to one of his gigs", Eddie turned around to you and laughed, "oh she really went to listen to Corroded Coffin". you blushed thinking how things went after the concert. it was the first time you two had sex in his van.

"she's blushing guys", Robin screamed. "they had sex and if I'm right you owe me 10$", she exclaimed, staring at Nancy.

Eddie grinned and looked slowly at all of them before looking at you. "OF COURSE", he screamed. you laughed at his answer, "of course we had, come on guys! I'm 18, not 80, I wouldn't be surprised by hearing that we have sex". Eddie clawed your jaw and added, "like, a lot".

"Eddie you're gross", Dustin screamed and moved away from the place next to you. the others were laughing and so were you. he decided to scoop you and place your body on his lap.

"Nance, don't make me say this out loud", you begged while Nancy and Steve were chuckling. "you know that sometimes I skip school because my periods hurt, but in the last weeks it was just an excuse". you were blushing and Robin smiled at you. "don't be embarrassed, bestie, that's a way better reason to skip school than your period". Steve nodded and got up, he sat next to Eddie and pushed his shoulder gently. "I swear to god, Munson, if she cries because of you I'll kill you with my own hands, okay?".

"Harrington, your words offend me!", Eddie replicated his tone mockingly. "after all the weed you've smoked, kindly offered by me, you have the audacity to tell me that?". Steve laughed and fixed his hair. "I'm serious Steve, won't hurt her, won't make her cry, she deserves the world and I know that".

you smiled to the both of them and mouthed a thank you to Steve.

Eddie moved his hands over to your hips and you noticed a shit eating grin on his face. "as regards Robin's question...". you were fast enough to understand which one, "NOPE, you're not going to answer that. you'll just be silent". Eddie chuckled in your hear and you were pretty sure he whispered "you are a minx, you know that? tell her I've got the biggest cock you've ever seen".

Robin was laughing loudly at your comeback. you looked at her and just moved your hands to mimick the length, making sure that no one would notice you, apart from her and Nancy.

"are you serious?", Nancy's face was priceless and Robin laughed even louder.

the boys looked over to you with confused looks. Eddie asked Nancy "tell me, I want to know whether the lady here is a liar or not". Nance chuckled again and she shrugged her shoulders before showing Eddie the movement you had made.

"right, that's my girl", he chuckled. "she's absolutely honest".

you smiled and kissed him chastely on his chapped lips.

"guys please you either get a room or stop that", Dustin screamed again.

"Henderson will you please shut up? that's actually nice, kissing him in front of all you and not having to wait for a moment when you're not looking", you chuckled. you moved so that now you were facing your friends again. "and, Henderson, don't be like this", Eddie blinked, "you were the only one to know about us the whole time".

"WHAT?"

"NO!"

"YOU LIAR!"

and other words were screamed at Dustin while you and Eddie were chuckling.

Eddie let his hands rest on your thighs. "I was thinking", he mumbled into your ear, "that we could still sneak out and have sex somewhere here in the woods". you felt the familiar heat knotting in your stomach. "or maybe", you grinned while moving your hand to his dick, "we could fuck in the water".

Eddie got up so fast that you actually fell out from his lap. "shit I'm sorry babe, you okay?", you nodded and he held over a hand to help you.

"we're going to have a night swim in the lake". you got up and grinned again at him.

oh, the things he made you feel.

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psychdelia · 3 years

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max showed up on his doorstep with blotchy red cheeks and puffy wet eyes, board discarded on his lawn as she pounded on the door with her free hand, holding a shoebox in the other.

“okay, okay!” steve called out as he rushed downstairs. “i’m coming! jeez.” he huffed as he opened the door, ready to bark out a what, shithead? because who else would show up to his place and pound on his door for a minute straight?

except his mouth snaps shut when he sees her shivering in the winter cold and cheeks still damp. it’s been about 4 months since billy died and he hadn’t seen max in this state for a couple months now. he thought things were getting better.

maybe not.

“max.” he frowned. “what’s wrong? what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?” he asked, the panic in his tone increasing with each question.

she just shoved the box into his hands, giving him a determined look. so similar to billy’s. too similar.

“i found this in his room.” he can hear the suppressed tremble in her voice as she fights the urge to cry again. “i never gave it you because i thought maybe,” she frowns, looking down. “maybe he-“ she lets out a shaky breath. “but he never came back so it’s yours now.”

then a switch is flipped and she’s suddenly glaring up at him, yet another expression too similar to billy’s.

“you can’t tell anyone.” she clenches her shaking fists. “if you tell anyone what you find in there i swear to god steve i’ll hurt you.” her upper lip is twitching into a snarl and steve is genuinely scared of this little fiery teenager.

“jesus, max,” he sighs. “first of all, you two are way too goddamn similar for not being blood related.” he ruffles her hair with a free hand. “second of all, you can’t just tell me what’s in here?”

“no.” she shakes her head as she bats his hand away. “just,” she plays with the hem of her jacket nervously. “just keep an open mind.” she frowns. “we’re not from here. things are... different back home.” her shoulders sag a little and he can tell she misses home. misses life before hawkins. “promise you won’t tell anyone?” she looks back up at him.

he frowns as he stares at the box in his hand before nodding. “promise.”

“good.” she nods. she rubs harshly at her face with her sleeve before turning away to walk to the lawn.

“you need a ride?” he calls as she grabs her board. chuckles when she rolls her eyes, tosses back an i can get myself around, steve. then a quick thanks, though. see you around. then she’s taking off.

steve practically sprints up to his room after that. sets this mystery converse box down in front of him on the bed as he sits, unsure of what to expect. maybe porn mags? weed stash? who knows.

so, naturally, he dumps it all out on the bed. stares at the pile of magazines, books, seashells, pictures, papers. the first thing he grabs are the magazines, expecting to see a half naked chick on the cover. he freezes when he finds a half naked man instead, clad in leather.

drummer. drummer. drummer. all of these are the same magazines, different issues with different men. he wonders if they’re targeted towards women, but then he’s opening them up and finding men... with other men. figures maybe hargrove had been holding onto them for someone else because there’s no way in hell these are his. no, no, no. that boy was straight as hell. loved to show off a different girl hanging off his arm every week, made shows of flirting with both girls and women.

but then he’s grabbing a polaroid dated 1983 and it’s billy with shorter hair and fuller cheeks kissing another boy with a big smile and lovesick dopey look on his face.

holy shit. this can’t be real. billy hargrove wasn’t gay. he couldn’t be. he was the womanizer, ladykiller, heartbreaker of hawkins. he loved women and they loved him 10 times more. none of this makes sense.

he grabs the journal next, the leather on the cover worn and threadbare. the first entry is dated from 1983 and the last just a couple weeks before starcourt. right before he got possessed.

steve sets the journal aside, opts to look at the other pictures and items billy had stashed away before he reads about the last three years of the guy’s life. there are a couple pictures of a blonde woman with striking resemblance to billy, the same saint christopher pendant and thick silver ring billy wore present around her neck and finger. some of them feature billy when he was a baby, toddler, kid. he finds jewelry that seems feminine, womanly. figures they must’ve been his mom’s.

there are also some california souvenirs. he finds seashells and movie, concert tickets that read “san diego” on the top. there are also some books steve remembers he was supposed to have read or heard about in school, but also some more he never heard of.

at the very bottom of the box he finds expired makeup and empty hair product. there’s black and dark blue eyeliner and mascara, baby pink lip gloss. nail polish in black, dark red and a deep purple. in some polaroids, the slight sheen of the gloss and his dark, thick lashes are barely visible, but he still catches it.

steve can’t help but chuckle when he finds some candy wrappers and leftover weed grinds at the bottom of the box alongside the butts of joints and empty cigarette packs. marlboro reds. there’s scrunchies, too. shimmery and purple, probably stolen from max.

once’s he’s finished digging through hargrove’s secret belongings, he leans back and sticks his nose in the journal. it takes him the rest of the day and all night to read it from cover to cover.

the beginning is mostly about missing his mom and hating his father, documenting his abuse. there are a few pages about his crushes and boyfriends, allowing him to figure out that the boy he was kissing in the polaroid is named santiago, but billy calls him santi. once he reaches the end of san diego and beginning of hawkins, billy’s tone and messy scrawl is full of hurt, anger, and melancholy.

and then steve’s name pops up. KING STEVE in all caps, taking up nearly half the page. there are hearts around his name, alongside a big drawing of a dick. below, billy writes about feeling like a foolish schoolboy with some stupid crush on some guy with a huge dick he saw in the showers. steve’s already blushing and it only deepens when he gets to the part about billy wanting to feel said dick in his hand, his mouth, inside of him.

he has to take a break after that. doesn’t realize things only get spicier until he gets back to reading and finds out billy’s jerked off and fingered himself open to the thought of none other than king steve. his eyes immediately flick to the half empty jar of vaseline, finger-shaped holes indenting the jelly.

he spends the rest of the night reading about billy’s remorse and guilt towards him and lucas after that night, how billy still wants to hop on his dick and kiss him stupid, his and max’s relationship and how it’s gotten better even though they still blame each other for the move.

it’s both of their faults, steve realizes. billy missed his curfew for a boy and max had no choice but to lead neil to him.

along the way to the end, a couple pictures of steve fall out of the journal. pictures that steve has no idea how billy acquired. some are from school yearbooks, others just random polaroids that might’ve been taken by tommy or carol or jonathan. when he finally reaches the end, he reads about billy’s pool job and plans fo move back to california for college as soon as he graduates.

i know it’s stupid but i’m gonna miss him. his stupid hair and big brown eyes and pretty face and pink lips. i didn’t know anything about the guy but i wish i could drag him out of this shithole and take him home with me. i still haven’t apologized to him. maybe kidnapping him and showing him the ocean would count. but i can’t fall for a straight boy, no matter how big his cock is. i don’t get to fall for someone i hurt. it’s not fair. none of this is fair.

that’s the very last entry. it’s 1am and steve is wide awake. too awake. before he thinks too hard about what he’s doing, he’s shoving everything back into the box and flooring it to robin’s house. he knocks on her window incessantly until she opens it with a glare and he’s pushing his way inside before she can greet him with a snarl.

“billy hargrove was gay and in love with me and-and and jerked off to me and,,, pretended his fingers were mine and his dad was hurting him and his mom left and he was alone, robin.” he’s rambling, eyes wide as he paces the room with the box in his hands.

“he was s-so hurt and alone and no one paid any attention and now he’s dead because of a monster in some town he got dragged to as punishment for being gay and,” his voice cracks. “he’s gone.” he whispers brokenly as he shoves the box into her hands.

robin is very confused and surprised but all she knows is that her best friend is in distress, so she sets the box down and grabs his hands.

“steve. look at me.” she only continues when he does. “sit down and talk to me. let’s go through everything together, okay? just calm down and breathe.”

by 3am robin’s looked through the box and the majority of the journal - steve dog-eared the important pages and she’s a fast reader - and she’s just as shocked as steve, apparently, if her bewildered expression and silence is anything to go by.

“robin? rob, say something.” he urges. “please. i need you to talk to me.”

“holy shit.” she finally raps. “steve, i’m gonna ask you a question and i don’t want you to freak out, okay?”

he nods.

“do you think you could’ve... reciprocated billy’s feelings?”

he opens his mouth to answer but halts, eyes wide and crazy as he stares at her.

“i-“ he gulps. “maybe?” he croaks out. “i-i think so? maybe yeah. yeah.” he nods.

“so you’re bisexual.”

and that’s throwing him on a whole other whirlwind. steve’s had too much thrown at him for the night and he doesn’t have it in him to deal with a sexuality crisis on top of everything.

but billy’s pretty. so fucking beautiful and steve can’t admit it just yet but he wishes he were still here. he wishes he could travel back in time and reach out to billy and save him from the horrors of hawkins but also kiss and fuck and love him properly but now it’s too late and steve and billy have one thing in common.

they’re both alone. lonely. so much love to give but no one to receive or give back.

“bisexual?” he chokes out.

“you like both. boys and girls. like david bowie. and david bowie’s awesome. you’re kinda awesome too, i guess. for a dingus.” she playfully punches his arm and it makes him feel better for all of 2 seconds until it’s hitting him again that the person who wanted to love him is dead. died right in front of him.

“do you have hot chocolate?” she nods. “with marshmallows?” she nods again. “can i have some?”

he feels like he’s about to faint. completely black out. wonders if he looks pale to robin. he needs something warm and comforting and hot coco will do the trick.

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billy comes back in february. hopper and joyce gathered everyone up in joyce’s living room early february. sat everyone down to announce that hop had gotten... a call. a call from some doctor named owens who hop has a history with, the same doctor who helped will.

owens was nursing billy back to health in some secret lab in indianapolis, hence the funeral with no body. apparently billy was in comatose, then a medically induced coma when his brain woke up but he wasn’t strong enough to just yet. then, when he did wake up, he had to relearn how to eat, write, walk in physical therapy, alongside the heavy emotional therapy.

owens hid billy from the world until he was ready to be exposed to it again. then he called hopper one afternoon and told him to come pick the boy up.

max was angry. screamed and yelled until she was reduced to tears in joyce’s arms. the other kids were shocked and confused. didn’t know if they should be happy or scared. will and el were the only positive ones. nancy and jonathan were mostly shocked and indifferent, numb to these crazy surprises the shithole town throws at them. steve and robin just stared at each other knowingly, a million thoughts racing their minds.

a week later they were all in joyce’s living room again, nervously anticipating hopper and billy’s arrival. everyone looked up when the doorknob began to jerk and the lock turned, their eyes trained on the door as it opened to reveal hopper standing beside billy.

billy. clad in a big hoodie, gray sweats and converse. the same ones that were once in the box steve has hidden under his bed. his hair is long now, flowing freely and curling wildly at the ends, looking so soft with the lack of product. he looked tired, fading blue bags under his eyes. he hadn’t lost his tan, steve noted, and looked a little softer around the stomach and legs. for someone who went through all the shit he did, billy looked good. healthy.

max got to him the second he stepped inside, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close. he immediately clung to max, holding her tight and whispering a shaky, wet hey, shitbird, only audible to her, resulting in her wet laugh. the siblings stayed like that for a few moments before pulling away to let billy see and greet everyone.

joyce had demanded they all not coddle billy because it would be suffocating and he probably couldn’t deal with that. except now she was serving and feeding him a million things, coddling him just like any other mother would. billy was hesitant and tense at first, but slowly relaxed, especially when he was given cookies.

sweet tooth, steve distantly remembered. billy has a sweet tooth, if the candy wrappers and lollipop sticks in the box were anything to go by.

everyone takes turns greeting and talking to billy. steve’s last in line to have his quick one-on-one with the guy and by the time they’re face to face, everyone’s sitting together, talking and laughing and eating.

“hey,” steve greets with a small smile. he can feel robin’s eyes on him and not-so-slyly flips her the bird, his eyes trained on billy and only billy. “it’s good to have you back.”

“you know you don’t have to say that, harrington, especially if you don’t mean it.” billy tries to joke but his eyes and smile are sad. “i only died for, like, two minutes. not a big deal.”

“shut up, man.” steve rolls his eyes and chuckles. “i do mean it.” he chews on his bottom lip nervously, doing a quick scan of the room to make sure there are no eyes on them before he looks back to billy.

then he’s reaching out and grabbing billy’s hand. running his thumbs over the scars along his palm and knuckles. he looks up to find billy confused and blushing. he smiles before pulling billy into a tight hug.

“you look good. so good.” steve whispers in his ear, getting a whiff of generic coconut shampoo. he has one arm wrapped tight around billy’s waist, holding him close with their bodies flush. he slides his free hand down and rests it on billy’s ass, barely squeezing. he chuckles when billy jumps a little.

“harrington.” billy chokes out, voice wrecked. “what’s your hand doing on my ass?” steve can feel billy’s lips moving on his neck and it makes him shudder.

“just doing what i should’ve done a while ago.” he sighs, content, just holding billy’s warm, very much alive body close to his.

“if you wanted to get in my pants, pretty boy, all you had to do was ask.” billy flirts with a smirk steve can feel on his neck. then he pauses. “you’re not fucking with me?” he asks, tone serious.

“nuh uh.” steve shakes his head. “actually, uh,” he pulls away just enough to meet billy’s eyes. “max gave me your shoebox.” he watches as billy’s eyes widen and go fiery. “hey, no, don’t get mad at her. it’s not her fault. she didn’t know you were comms back.” steve reasons. “plus, now i know big bad heartbreaker billy hargrove has a crush on little ole me.”

“who says i still do?” billy raises his eyebrows, as if his hands aren’t tightly holding onto steve’s shoulders and he’s not blushing and making heart eyes at the guy.

steve’s not too bright, but he knows when people have a crush on him. he’s always been bright in the language of love. and sex, for that matter, as billy will eventually find out when he inevitably get lovingly and romantically railed and fucked into steve’s mattress later that week.

“just have a feeling.” he shrugs, giving billy’s ass one last squeeze before he rests his hands on his hips with a grin.

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The Language of Love s.h.

A/n: another one! love language is such an endearing idea to me… plus, I need to show steve more love lol

ps. i mentioned watching movies too much lmao

Disclaimer: i don’t own any Stranger Things material

Word count: 3125

Warnings: a couple curses (par for the course at this point)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (female)

Summary: after being with Steve for a while, it has become clear how he shows his love for you

Words of Affirmation

You couldn’t stop shaking your leg or gnawing on the skin of your bottom lip on the drive over to the Wheeler’s house. You looked over at Steve when you heard him laugh a bit under his breath. “What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing, nothing.” You nudged his shoulder a bit, whining that he share what was so amusing. He sighed, glancing over and resting his hand on your thigh before returning his eyes to the road. “I just think it’s cute how wound up you are to meet a bunch of kids. You can relax, they are not hard to impress.” The entire party was meeting at the Wheeler’s to watch The Neverending Story and it would be the first time you met them all. Of course you’d seen your boyfriend talking with them from time to time and you knew Billy, Nancy, and Jonathan from school, so you knew something about their younger siblings, but this was a different circumstance altogether. You thought you might be more nervous than when you met Steve’s parents.

“This is important, Steve. I mean, these kids are practically your children the way you talk about them, and I want to fit in, make sure they like me. You love them and I love you, so I really want this night to go well.” You took a deep breath, getting worked up again and grabbing his hand from your leg, squeezing it tight.

After a few minutes, he pulled his car to the curb outside the house and turned to you. You looked towards the first-floor window and saw the kids all gathered in the dining room, laughing and wrestling. Oh boy.

Steve reached over and put his fingers under your chin, turning your face towards him and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re gonna be great tonight. You are so funny and loving and sweet. Those idiots will love you as much as I do. Trust me, beautiful, just be yourself and everything will work out.”

And not to spoil anything, but it did. A few days later, Steve recounted over the phone how all the kids were raving about you and how cool, funny, nice, and pretty you were - just as he said they would.

Gifts

Ever since the first night you met them, you and the party were very close and they always invited you to everything they did. You accompanied them to the arcade from time to time, you helped El and Max get ready for the school dances, you gave the boys relationship advice, and you were even attending the Christmas party at the Byers’s house. Though it was usually you, Steve, and the kids getting together for impromptu hang-outs or some casual pizza nights, this evening involved everyone getting dressed up and bringing food, drinks, and their secret santa gifts.

You had received Max and took care to get her the specific skateboard she had been talking a lot about, information passed to you by Lucas. You gave the gift after being at the party for a couple hours and she jumped up and down, hugging you tightly and saying more than once how excited she was to try it out. After that success, you were riding high through appetizers and dinner, so glad your gift was a success and you were celebrating the holiday with those closest to you. When you had collected the plates for Mrs. Byers and finished washing them with her, you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned and saw your handsome boyfriend in a cozy sweater and khakis, hair brushed back neatly from his face.

“Hey, stranger.” You reached out your arms, slipping them around his waist and letting him pull you in tight.

Mrs. Byers shooed you two to the living room to be comfortable, “Honey, everything is all set here. Thank you for the help.” Steve released you, draping his arm over your shoulders and walking with you towards the couch. Once you were both settled, you tucked into his side, watching the kids exchanging more gifts, he pulled something from his back pocket. Passing it to you, he leaned his lips to your ear and whispered, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” You looked over with a smile, surprised he hadn’t let it slip that he got you for the secret santa (he wasn’t the best at keeping secrets usually). You sat up a bit more, tearing the neat paper from the gift, gasping when you saw what it was.

A small, ornate book filled with ticket stubs, receipts, polaroids, pressed flowers, and other mementos from your relationship. Your vision got blurry as you looked through each page, reading the little handwritten descriptions Steve had added. When you got to the last page, it said ‘To be continued’, which made you giggle despite how emotional you were. You closed it and held it close to your chest, turning and kissing Steve a few times before thanking him profusely. “Steve, this is beautiful. I love it so much. I can’t believe you put this all together and kept these things.” He placed his hand on your cheek, running his thumb under your eye to wipe a tear away before kissing you again.

“The kids helped me set it all up and organize it, but I had been keeping it all in a little box in the glove compartment of my car. I looked in there from time to time when I was having a shitty day, so I put it in this book for you to look at.” His cheeks were red from all the attention and the confession, which you thought made him so handsome.

You kissed him a couple more times before resting your head on his shoulder, finally realizing that all eyes were on you. Steve seemed to realize at the same time, so he said, “Alright, show’s over. Put the movie on already.” When the lights were turned down low and all attention was on the screen, he turned to you once more, whispering, “Merry Christmas. I love you.” And what a merry Christmas it was.

Acts of Service

It was your birthday and you were dreading it. Birthdays felt like a day of awkward encounters and attention you didn’t want, all while being reminded you were another year older. For most of high school, it seemed to be a letdown in a way because it fell on some random weekday and you did homework for the evening, instead of something fun or relaxing.

This year, however, would be different because of the one and only Steve Harrington. When you had explained your sentiments about birthdays to him a couple weeks earlier, he assured you he would change your mind. You argued that your family would be leaving you for the week and hadn’t even mentioned or apologized that they would be missing your birthday. After making you feel better, he wouldn’t say what he was planning, but he seemed to think it would excite you.

You were on the couch working on Math when you heard a knock at the front door. You rose, opening the door to see your boyfriend juggling three bags full of stuff. “Come in, come in. Do you need help?” He shook his head and shuffled past you, heading right for the kitchen and putting everything on the counter.

When he had done that, he ran to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you off your feet, squeezing you tightly and kissing your neck a few times. “Happy birthday! Happy birthday!” He spun you around before setting you back on your feet. “Alright, I love you and this is all for you, but not yet. Please return to whatever you were doing and when you’re finished, you can… one second” and he rummaged through one of the bags with a frown before pulling out a VHS tape. “Here, this is your first gift. I grabbed it on the way over, so you can watch this while I do my thing in here. I will call you when I’m ready for you to see.” He turned you around and hit your backside, kicking you out of the kitchen and back to your place on the couch.

You were confused, but knew he had things handled and had been over enough to know where everything was, so you got back to work.

When you had finished, you played the movie and tried to ignore all the mumbling, clanks, and shuffling you could hear from the kitchen. At one point, you thought you heard him go upstairs, but ignored it. Then, after a little over an hour of that, Steve came back into the living room, announcing that he had cooked you your favorite dinner and the table was set for you to eat. “While you were watching the movie, I also took the time to clean the kitchen and your bedroom, all sparkly clean. I would like to say I saw your Christmas gift album up there, as well, which makes me very happy. Anyway, happy birthday.” He looked rather pleased with himself and you admitted you were too with all he had managed to accomplish in the time he had been over.

He offered his arm to you and escorted you to a beautiful dinner illuminated by a few candles and enjoyed the delicious food and meaningful conversation with your thoughtful and caring boyfriend.

“This is perfect, Steve, thank you. I think I am starting to like birthdays.” He did a little celebration dance in his seat. You laughed at his silliness, heart swelling with how grateful you really were and how much you loved him.

“Well, get ready because I also made dessert.” Yeah, you really loved him.

Quality Time

The nature of your relationship with Steve was that you spent a lot of time together, whether just the two of you or surrounded by people. He was clingy (in the best way), craving your attention and affection. He cuddled, hugged, and kissed you more times than you could count each time you were together, so you would say every time you were together was meaningful and special. If you both had your ways, you would spend all your time together, but the need for money outweighed those wishes.

Steve had been working at Scoops Ahoy, but after everything in the mall, he and Robin began working at a movie rental place. You were not lucky enough to work with them, working instead at a pizza place that was always loud and always filled with rude teens and entitled adults. Your only time of solace was your hour lunch break, which you took each day at the same time. This was so Steve would know when to stop by. Usually, you ate a couple slices or walked to the strip mall across the street to grab something quick, but this time, Steve said he had lunch handled. When he said that, you frowned and tried to ask what he meant, but he wouldn’t elaborate, so you let it go.

Looking at the clock, it was finally time for you to get some fresh air and spend time with your boyfriend before returning to work again. You pushed open the door, bell jingling, and waited out front for the flash of Steve’s deep red car. After a few seconds of scouting the lot, you found it, parked a few spaces away, Steve smiling at you and waving through the windshield once he saw you approaching.

He got out to meet you at the front of his car, pressing a kiss to your lips and rubbing your back. “How is it going today, sweet cheeks?” You laughed at his silly nickname and explained that it was relatively quiet, fewer phone calls and customers than usual. “Oh, that’s great. The day will fly by and I’ll come pick you up when it’s all over.” He put up a finger to signal you to wait where you were, opening the back door and leaning in to grab a basket and a blanket. “In the meantime, I packed a little picnic for us because I remember how you feel a little sick of all the shitty food we’ve had lately. There are some sandwiches, chips, cookies, and sodas.” Steve placed the basket in your hands, a pleased smile on his pink lips. You never got over how thoughtful he was, always taking care of you. It reminded you of your birthday dinner and how much care he took to make it special for you.

“Thank you, honey. This is perfect. Where should we eat?” He grabbed your hand and brought you to the back of his little car, laying the blanket across the back and took the basket back from you. He put his hands on your hips, squeezing a little before lifting you on the back, making sure you were comfortable before pulling the lunch from the basket, explaining everything and kissing your cheek.

You spent the next hour talking and eating. While he was telling a funny story that involved Robin and a rude customer, you just looked at him - his soft hair, doe eyes, smooth skin, pink cheeks, full lips, and freckles, admiring how beautiful he looked. “And then, she said that he should… is there something on my face?” He stopped talking, rubbing his fingers across his mouth and chin, confused why you were staring at him. You laughed and grabbed his hands, kissing him and leaning your forehead against his.

“There is nothing on your face, Steve. I love you and how much time we spend together. This was a wonderful lunch. Thank you.” You kissed his cheek and encouraged him to finish the story before you had to pack up and return to work.

Physical Touch

Another Friday night with the party, another movie. This time, it was at your house. Since Steve started his new job, it had been even easier for you all to figure out the newest and most popular movies to try. After some arguing, the kids had chosen to watch Gremlins, which would not have been your first choice, but you didn’t want to get involved in the complicated debating. In the end, it wouldn’t matter because on these nights, you and Steve usually ended up whispering together or making snacks as the rest were entranced by the screen.

Max and El looked over at you, asking if you wanted to sit with them on the little mountain of pillows and blankets they had set up in front of the couch the boys were sprawled out on. You smiled and joined them, getting comfortable with one of the large bowls of popcorn you had set out for everyone. You and the girls reached your hands in the bowl every once in a while as you waited for the movie to start. Once it started, you hopped up and shut off the light, looking over to make sure Steve was comfortable. His eyes were already on you and he had an exaggerated pout on his lips, arms crossed as he sat in the big armchair by himself. You shook your head with a grin and returned to the girls.

A little while into the movie, you realized the popcorn was finished and the candy was getting low, so you grabbed all the bowls and quietly slipped into the kitchen, grabbing the makings to replenish everything. After beginning to pour the M&Ms into the bowl, Steve joined you, wrapping his arms around your stomach from behind and swaying you both a bit. “You ditched me. That wasn’t very nice of you.” He kissed your neck after that and you could feel he was a little lonely in that chair alone, despite being only a few feet from you.

You put the candy down, spinning in his arms and wrapping yours around his shoulders as he dropped his face into the crook of your neck. “The girls asked me to sit with them, Steve, sorry.” He grumbled against your skin, pulling you in tighter. You decided to indulge him as you were tired and snuggling into his lap seemed like a nice idea. “When we go back in there, I’ll tell the girls they can spread out more and I’ll sit with you in the armchair. Does that sound okay, you big baby?” You felt him smile and nod. He helped you finish refilling the bowls and carried them to the living room, setting them all by the kids to be devoured. You leaned over to Max and El, informing them of your seat change.

Standing back up, you saw Steve was on the chair and waiting for you to join him, a big blanket in his hand. You smiled and climbed on top of him, sitting with your legs curled up between his and your head against his shoulder. You shifted a little to make sure you were both comfortable and he pulled the blanket over you, wrapping you in his arms. After a couple minutes, you felt your eyes getting heavier with how warm and relaxed you were. Every few seconds, you felt light kisses pressed to your hair and his hand tracing your cheek. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and it lulled you even closer to sleep. That was, until you heard some snickers and whispers. You lifted your head and saw that the boys on the couch and the girls on the floor were all looking at you, speaking in hushed voices behind their hands. Steve noticed too and frowned. “What the hell are you guys laughing at?” He said this lightly, already having a suspicion it had to do with the two of you.

Dustin answered. “Oh nothing, just that you two are showing a lot of PDA. Steve, you’re whipped.” With that, the kids all laughed, nodding and looking at you for a reaction. You snorted and lowered your head back down, closing your eyes and pressing them against Steve’s neck, letting him answer for you both. You wracked your brain and figured there must be plenty of times where you and Steve act like this in front of the party, so why was this so surprising?

“Oh shut up. Watch the movie.” Not the most graceful comeback, but you felt Steve’s chest vibrate with a laugh as he gestured towards the screen. You heard a few more laughs before attention was once again on the movie. He whispered, “What a bunch of idiots.” You smiled and Steve wrapped you up even tighter, rubbing your back as you fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

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#steve harrington x reader #reader x steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington/reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things/reader #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fanfics #steve harrington fanfiction

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 06 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.4K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Point of No Return

“(Y/N)! Go get the door!” Your aunt yells from the kitchen. “I'm busy here!”

“Ok!” You turn off the blow dryer, quickly fixing your hair before rushing downstairs. “What are you doing?”

“Grandma's cake.” She answers as you move to open the door. “Who's this?”

“Monica, probably.” You're still speaking when you unlock and pull it open. Your heart skips a beat when you see it isn't Monica. You raise an eyebrow to see him leaning against the door frame, a smile spreading through his lips.

“Honey?”

“It's just Billy, aunt,” you say, raising your voice a little. Pushing him backwards, you close the door behind your back. “What are you doing here, Hargrove?”

“It's our day off. You promised to go to my place to meet Maxine, remember?”

Oh, you completely forgot about that. “I made no such promise.” Crossing your arms, you jump a little when the door is opened again. Turning around, you see your aunt with bright eyes.

“(Y/N), won't you invite your friend in?” Her tone makes you blush.

“Goor morning, Miss Florence. Actually, I'm just here to pick her up.”

“I can't go today, Billy. Diane is baking something nice and–”

“No, no, no. She's going.” Diane cuts you off, grabbing your arm and pulling you inside. “Go change out of your pajamas, honey.”

“But–” She gives you a meaningful look.

“(Y/N), go change.”

Rolling your eyes, you sigh. “I'll be right back,” you tell Billy, ignoring how embarrassed you are, and the smirk on his lips.

You run upstairs, trying not to think too much about where you're going. You were kinda hoping he'd forget about that, but you'll try to keep in mind what Monica said. There's no reason to overthink. When the moment comes to make big decisions, you'll make them. You do enjoy being around Billy, and you do have fun together. The whole feeling you have when you're around him is unlike anything you ever felt before, and some part of you is starting to get addicted to it. On the pool, you have found yourself excited for the lunch break because you'll get to talk to him... It scares you, but as you change into a lilac blouse and jeans, you make up your mind for the day. You'll be with him today, so you'll make the best of it.

After taking one last look in the mirror, you take some money because you remember saying something about pizza. You take a deep breath before leaving the bedroom. But you move backwards abruptly when you see Billy standing outside. “What the hell!” You exclaim, pushing him and closing the door.

“Can't I see your bedroom?”

“No.” You wouldn't mind actually, but you decide to tease him since he came all the way up here without asking.

“Then you won't get to see mine.”

“That's fine by me.” Shrugging your shoulders, you bump into him as you move back downstairs. “I'm going, aunt. See you.”

“Have fun with your boyfriend, honey.”

You freeze by the door, feeling as if Diane just betrayed you. You feel Billy's eyes, burning, and you bet he has that stupid smirk on his face. “He's not my boyfriend,” you shout at her, grabbing Billy's arm and pulling him out.

You're impressed by the fact that he opens the passenger door for you, but since you're still blushing, you avoid his gaze. The short trip to his house is silent as you hope what your aunt said fades away... And you're also memorizing the way there.

Soon enough you're at his front door, and you watch as he unlocks it. “The place used to suck, but I've been trying to fix it, so... Don't mind it. It's not as cool as your house.”

“Uhm...” You mumble, stepping inside and looking around, taking in the place. It's not bad as he described it, it's cozy...

It's Billy's place. You feel weird to be here, as if you're giving a whole new step closer to him. “How many girls have you brought here?” You suddenly need to know if you can allow yourself to feel special.

“One.” He moves to stand before you, holding his index finger up, then slowly pointing it at you.

Taking a deep breath, you step back, smiling. “You brought me here to meet your sister. Where is she?”

“Max!” He yells suddenly, at the top of his lungs and you jump, heart racing.

“What the hell.” You breathe out, slapping his arm playfully. His bare arm. You haven't noticed the sleeveless tattered dark gray shirt that leaves his arms exposed. You have to force yourself to look away, meeting his blue eyes. “Why did you do that?”

“Did I scared you?” He smiles, towering over you.

“Yeah, you did.” You step back again, eager to put some distance between you and him. “Jerk. Go get your sister before I change my mind and go home.”

“She's probably listening to music.” Billy walks away, disappearing in the hall. You're left alone so you walk around, noticing the bench press he has in the middle of the living room. Walking around it, a piece of paper above the TV gets your attention. Taking it, you sigh to read Max's handwriting. “She's not in her room.” Billy says as he comes back, gesturing at the hall.

“Be back in fifteen minutes, shithead.” You read the words out loud to him, showing the paper.

Billy takes it from your hand, rolling his eyes. “I'm gonna kill her.”

“Sorry that you have to stay alone here with me. It must be a true nightmare, Billy Hargrove.” Raising an eyebrow, you smile at his expression. “What about that?” You walk around the bench press, standing behind it and trying to pull the barbell up. The thing doesn't even move, so you try again, using more strength, but nothing happens. “Whoa, this thing is heavy.”

“I work out almost every night, so I just leave it here.”

“That you work out is pretty obvious.” You gesture at his arms and chest.

“Yeah. I'm glad you noticed.” He comes to stand behind you. “Let me just–” He picks the weight up, both his arms around you, keeping you caged between his body and the bar.

“What are you doing?” You ask in a low voice as he starts moving the damn thing, up and down, up and down. “Ok, I'm just a tiny little bit impressed to see you lifting this thing up, but put it down, please.” He knows the effect he has on girls, and he also knows you're not immune to it.

He doesn't say anything, pulling the bar up once again, forcing it a little against your shoulders, pushing you backwards until your back hits his chest. His solid, strong chest. “You're such a jerk, Billy.” Why is your voice so weak? You look at his left arm, how tensed his muscles are. “These things are heavy. Put it down before you drop it and hurt me.” You need to get away from him. Being this close is dangerous, because you feel something coming from the back of your mind, an idea that had never crossed your thoughts before.

“I'd never let anything hurt you.”

You turn your head to the side, just enough to look at him. He's already looking, those blue eyes threatening to drown you. Your eyes fall on his lips, of how close they are. You could easily tiptoe now and find out how his lips would feel on yours. It feels like he knows exactly what you're felling because when he moves the bar to give you more space, you turn around, almost as if you're being pulled towards him, like a magnet.

But you know you shouldn't kiss Billy. It would be a point of no return. That's it, a big decision... But right now, the last thing you want to do is think. You just want to feel, and let these feelings flow out.

When you're face to face with him, you feel the bar on your back, pushing you against his chest, making it impossible to run away. As if you would even if you had the chance. “You know I hate you, right? For doing this.” You whisper, as your arms involuntary move to lay on his chest.

“I'm not–”

“Hey, shitface. I'm back.” A girl's voice drags you out of your numbness, and Billy puts the bar down on the bench.

“That's disgusting.” Someone else says and you step away from Billy, catching your breath and clearing your throat. Max isn't alone. She brought a small army with her, five people, and everyone looks the same age.

“Perfect timing as always, Max,” Billy complains. “(Y/N), this is Maxine, my dipshit sister. And the rest of her gang.”

“The gang that saved your ass, you mean.” One of them says, his voice a little muffled, which makes you giggle a little. “Dustin, nice to meet you.” He steps forward and shakes your hand. “So. Are you Billy's girlfriend?”

“No, I–”

“Ok. These are Lucas, my boyfriend.” Max starts, and you feel Billy sighing when she names the boy. “Will, Mike, Eleven, and Dustin you already met.”

“So these are your saviors,” you say, turning to look at Billy.

“Every single one of them.” He answers.

“If you two aren't dating, why did you bring her here, Billy? Wasn't there a rule about not bringing your flings to the house?” Max mutters, walking past you and to the TV. The others move to seat on the couch and some on the floor.

“(Y/N) is not a fling.” He says, rolling his eyes. You try hard not to smile at what you just heard.

You're a little uncomfortable since Max's friends keep staring as if you're a ghost. Their eyes fly from Billy and back at you, and they even gossip, whispering on each other's ears. “Max, you look like a very smart kid.”

“I am.” She says with a smirk. “Unlike my brother.”

“So, if I make you a question, would you be able to answer real quick?” You smile at her curious face, as you slowly step backwards, closer to the hall and further away from Billy.

“Yes.”

“Billy's room?” You burst out, speaking a fast as you can.

“First door to the right.” She yells, just as fast as you spoke, and you're off, like a lightning bolt because you see Billy moving.

You run through the hall and literally throw yourself on the door, opening it and almost stumbling in. You're laughing when he grabs your wrist, giving up when he notices you're already in. “You got me there, I'll admit.”

It's your time to smirk at him, teasingly, stepping further into his bedroom. “What did you say before? That I wouldn't get to see your room?” As you speak, you start pacing around. His room is more organized then you expected. His bed has a dark red blanket over it, and it looks very comfortable. There are movie posters on the walls and a sound system on his dresser. You move to stand before the mirror he has on the nightstand beside his bed, looking through the colognes he has. “Which one you use?”

“All of them.”

“No, there's one you use more often.” You have the scent vivid in your memory, so you quickly go through the small bottles, bringing them close to my nose. “This one.” You look up, meeting his eyes through the mirror.

“It's my favorite.” He says, moving a little closer.

“Mine too.” Thanks to the proximity, you can smell it, irradiating from his body. It's fresh and strong, very masculine. “I mean... I like it.”

Billy takes the bottle from your hands, opening it. “Here.” He pour some on his index and middle finger, bringing them to your neck, on the soft spot below your left ear, pulling the hair away, and does the same on the other side. You feel the cold liquid spreading through your skin, and the scent surrounds you completely. “Now you smell like me.”

What should you say? Or do? You're frozen, inebriated by the closeness, by the low sound of his breathing. “I...”

“Hey, lovebirds. We're watching a movie.” Max says, and her voice brings you back to Earth. She has such perfect timing to save your ass. “You can either come and watch or stay here and make out. You pick.” And she leaves.

“Movie...” You tell him, catching your breath.

“Did I make you nervous?”

“I just want to watch the movie, Billy.” Grabbing his hand, you pull him towards the living room. “We're watching the movie,” you tell the kids.

“You and you. Move.” Billy gestures at Dustin and Will, who immediately stand up from the cough, giving you and Billy enough space to sit down.

The movie is already starting, and you roll your eyes to feel Billy's arm around your shoulders. You're aware the kids are staring, but you guess they're not used to see Billy like this with a girl. But you try to really focus on the movie, as you slowly relax.

You feel as you move closer to Billy, your legs touching. The movie isn't very good, and you laugh when Billy sigh's out of frustration. The kids seem to like it though.

“Not a very good one, right?” You whisper to him.

“You picked the wrong option, princess.” He snaps back, and you immediately remember what the other option was.

“What makes you think I want to make out with you?” You turn your head to look at him, using all the sassiness you have to cover up the truth. That you want to kiss him so bad, a fact that you just realized today. You've been wanting to kiss him for a while now, but you know how dangerous it would be.

“You think I don't notice when you blush? Or when you start breathing fast? Or when–”

“Shhh.” Someone mutters, and your eyes move back to the TV, abruptly. You feel Billy's chest moving when he laughs.

“I need to know something...” He whispers, and you feel as his arms slide down, encircling your waist and pulling you closer. You can feel his breath on your hair, and whatever is on the TV right now is just a distant blur. “I need to know if you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you.”

@chloe-skywalker @dpaccione @tilesandtokens @dreamin-of-dacre

#billy stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #imagine billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #imagine stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader

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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years

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Just a Dream Away

Chapter 9/13 read here on ao3!

for @harringrovebigbang

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Steve is hysterical.

“Baby, oh my god, Billy.” He sobs, struggling to process the fact that, after a year and a half of mourning, talking to comatose bodies and headstones in his place he’s finally talking to Billy again, “I don’t understand, we-we buried you.”

‘Not me.’

“It wasn’t you.” Steve repeats, reassuring himself of what Billy meant with his simple answer, “I knew it wasn’t you. Where have you been hiding? Have you been keeping safe?”

‘Everywhere. And no.’

Steve winces, doesn’t like to hear that things haven’t been going well for his Billy, “We’re going to save you. We called El, she should be here soon.”

‘Soon’

Steve understands that Billy repeating it means he’s asking for clarity, so he explains, “They moved. They left for Chicago so they wouldn’t have to deal with Hawkins anymore.”

‘Lucky.’

Chuckling wetly, Steve nods, “They are lucky. I could never leave though. I miss you everyday. I looked for you for a long time.”

‘Looked 4 U 2.’

“Well you found me now. Finally. God it’s been so long, Bill.”

‘Too long.’

“Yeah. But we’re going to be okay now, right?” Steve smiles, his expression faltering when no response comes for what he deems to be too long, “Billy?”

The next answer that comes through is rushed, barely stopping for long enough that Steve can decipher it, ‘Got 2 go S.’

“No no no, please do go, baby.” Again nothing, though this time the lights go dull again, and Steve hits the edge of the table in anger, jarring the board slightly, “Fuck!”

“What happened?” Robin comes running back in the room, but he doesn’t look up at her, too busy staring at the piece and wishing for it to move again, “He said he had to go.”

The planchette sits slightly ajar over the word ‘GOODBYE,’ and Robin asks gently, “Did he tell you why?”

Steve shakes his head no, too afraid to speak for fear a sob will escape. A hand on his shoulder, Robin tries to comfort him, “Hey, I’m sure he’ll be alright.”

Steve sniffles, emotionally unreachable, gently tracing the edge of the planchette to comfort himself. Not knowing what else to do, Robin sighs, “Well Stevie, I’m going to look for Mrs. Byers. You just stay put and watch for any more signs from Billy, okay?”

He nods and continues to watch the board, almost unblinkingly, silent tears tracking down his pale face.

Robin grabs her walkie-talkie on the way out of the door, tuning into the channel the kids use, or at least used to, and announcing herself, “Hello? Anybody here? Anybody at all gonna pick up?”

The only voice to come through the radio is Dustin’s, which is probably for the best, despite his cranky tone with her. Other than Erica, Dustin is the only one of the kids Robin really knows enough to have this conversation, “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Hey, Dustin. Nice to talk to you too.” Her response is sarcastic, matching his snappy tone.

“Oh shit, Robin?” His attitude completely changes when hears who it is, and Robin almost has to laugh, “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to know, have any of your friends said anything about Mrs. Byers showing up?”

“Uh no? Why?” He asks, sounding halfway between concerned and intrigued.

So Robin explains the whole situation to him, how it’d been hours since they’d called her and how she still hadn’t showed up with the kids and why they needed her in the first place. Eventually she decides it just would be best if they were all in one place to figure it out,“You know what, just radio the rest of your nerds and meet me at my place.”

“Roger that.” She snorts at Dustin’s nerdy response, turns the walkie off, retreating back inside to check on Steve, “No word from Joyce yet, but your kids will be here soon.”

At first, he just nods, not really hearing her, but then he double takes, looking up at her with fear in his wide eyes, “You didn’t tell them that-“

“No. No, of course not. They know it’s Billy but nothing else. I promise.” Robin assures him, knows the fear he feels in that moment and empathizes with him.

Robin sits beside Steve on the floor, neither of them saying anything. She puts a gentle hand on top of his, a silent reassurance.

Half an hour later, they hear the sound of a car pulling up outside of their house. Robin smiles at him and gets up, answering the door in enough time to see the kids scrambling over each other to get out of Nancy’s car, as she’d apparently been looped into this too.

They run past her into the apartment, Max at the lead, but Nancy stops at the door to talk.

Steve tries to catch the kids up on what had happened, what they had seen, but because Robin had already explained it on the walkie, Dustin wouldn’t stop interrupting him. Lucas also kept trying to touch the planchette, amazed at how it had worked only to have his hand slapped away by Max, who’d sidled up right next to Steve on the floor. Already he was at the end of his rope with them, he loved those kids and would do anything for them, but he’s already stressed, and they’re being, well, they’re being themselves.

Max turns to Steve at one point, asking him so quietly he can hardly hear her over the other conversations, “How was Billy? Did he seem.. okay?”

Steve assures her, “He was snarky. He was like himself.”

Max nods, tearing up, “Did he.. mention me at all?”

Smiling sadly, Steve promises, “He misses you, Max. He’s fighting for you.” He shrugs Billy’s jacket off and drapes it over her shoulders.

The chatter never dies down, each kid throwing out theories and asking Steve even more questions he doesn’t have the answers to, the small apartment now filled with noise in a stark contrast to the somber silence that engulfed it before. It’s cheerful and lively and it makes Steve uncomfortable, acting like nothing is wrong.

After a while though, right before Steve is about to break down under their constant prodding, the doorbell rings.

Mike, excited to see his best friend, runs to the door first and yanks it open so far it hits the wall, earning a synchronized “Hey!” from Steve and Robin. The kids run at each other, El and Will falling into a huddle of hugs with the rest. They hadn’t seen each other since this last Christmas, their schedules getting too busy to do random trips either way, so this was pretty special to them too.

While that normally would’ve been heartwarming to see, they weren’t here for a very good reason at all, and the older kids couldn’t help but have a grim outlook, devoid of that naive joy on this moment. Their feelings of dread only become amplified when Joyce comes into the house after her children, a stranger quietly trailing behind her.

The unknown girl is about the same height as Joyce, with thick, dark hair cropped to her jaw and one side shaved off. She wears dark black makeup around her brown eyes, and a look on her face so intense that everyone in the room's focus instantly drifts to her.

Steve looks straight to Robin, and her to him, each recognizing the confusion in the others face, Steve shrugging his shoulders to show he doesn’t have answers. Had they looked around, they would’ve seen that Nancy and the other kids but Will and El wore similar expressions of curiosity.

When El breaks free of an especially tight hug from Max, she gently grabs the strange girls hand, introducing her to everyone, “This is my sister, Kali.”

#harringrove big bang 2021 #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #robin buckley #the party #ej writer #story by ej!

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angst-fairygodmother · 3 years

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Flowers ~ An Idiot (Affectionate) Story

A/N: I wanted to continue Ryne’s backstory, especially since my drabble really just raised more questions (and then y’all said you wanted it). Also, this is like super heavy topics, and I tried to tag them all, but please let me know if I missed any or need to make any tags clearer. Word Count: 1914 Rating: M - self-deprecation; discussion of: past emotional abuse, teacher/student (adult/minor) relationship; cheating; manipulation; canon-typical language

“Hey, can we talk?” Derek asked, leaning against her kitchen counter, folding his arms over his chest casually.

Ryne faltered, nearly dropping the bowl she’d been scrubbing. “About what?”

“...that guy. The one that had you sobbing a few days ago.” He flinched at his own bluntness, guilty but unsure how else to put it.

She sighed, setting down the soapy sponge and turning to him. “Yeah. I mean I guess, if you really want to know.”

“You haven't been you since. I’m worried.”

“What do you mean I haven’t been me?” she frowned, bewildered.

“You’ve been distracted, grumpy, passing up opportunities to insult me even when I leave myself wide open.” He shrugged. “I’ll believe you if you tell me it’s nothing. But I wanna help, if you’re hurting. And I wanna know you, the good and the bad. Please?”

He was asking, but he meant what he said that it was up to her, and she knew that. It was strange, to be that in control, and stranger still, that she wanted to open up.

She closed her eyes, taking a shuddering, steeling breath.

“Lucas was...a teacher, not like a teacher-teacher, just someone my uncle knew who he paid to tutor me or whatever, push me further than school could. He was really set on getting me ready to be that whole Ivy League, MBA, 9 to 5 in a three-piece suit, bust my ass to climb the corporate ladder but never actually make it to the top because I have a vagina but hey it looks good for him because he raised me, bullshit.”

“You and Sean really are related,” Derek mused, shaking his head and earning a glare before motioning for her to continue.

“Anyway. He tutored me, and he listened to me, and pretended to give a shit, and told me that I was brilliant and beautiful and special.” She spat the word like it was poison. “No one had ever bothered before. The first time he kissed me was when I got my SAT scores back. And I thought, it didn’t matter that I was...I guess I hadn’t quite turned seventeen yet, or that he was twice that, because I was stupid, and I thought he actually loved me.”

“Ryne…” Derek murmured as he stared, aghast and furious. He knew what she was saying, but couldn’t wrap his head around it. That someone would, or could do something like that, could take advantage and play someone like that, or that she had ever believed, been made to believe, she was less than incredible.

“Lucas?” she called as she opened the front door and poked her head inside. “He-llooo?”

When she was greeted by total silence in the apartment, she pouted. Sure, she was a little over an hour earlier than she expected to be getting to her boyfriend’s home, but that shouldn’t have been enough time that he wasn’t home. They hadn’t seen each other since the semester started so she had sort of expected him to meet her as soon as she walked in the door, or at least be waiting for her in the living room, but the place was empty.

“I’m just going to grab a quick shower,” she announced to the air, dropping her duffle bag on the couch to deal with later.

As she passed the bedroom, she heard a sound that made her heart drop into her stomach. Slowly pushing the door opened, she tried to prepare herself for what she knew was on the other side.

“Kathryn!” Lucas shouted, scrambling to sit up from where he lay tangled with two women in the sheets.

“I...Lucas...what...why?” she stammered.

“What was I supposed to do Kathryn?” he snapped, glaring. “You weren’t here. I have needs.”

“I was at school for a month...and you didn’t say anything.”

“I shouldn’t need to. If you really cared about me, you’d understand that. You’d have come home on the weekends, or sent me a video. Taken care of me, instead of being so selfish.”

“We should go,” one of the girls said to the other, awkwardly shuffling around with a sheet pulled over her chest to find their clothes.

The other leaned in, kissing Lucas on the cheek before realizing what she was doing. “I’ll...bye.”

Ryne stared with wide eyes at the scene unfolding before her. It was like something out of a bad dream. The first woman to have to have spoken patted her awkwardly on the shoulder as they scooted past.

“I had school. I needed to focus, and I...you cheated on me…?” she said, eyes welling with tears.

“No. Sweetie. It’s not cheating…” Lucas cooed, climbing out of bed and approaching her. “I swear it didn’t mean anything. I love you. I just needed a little relief. You understand don’t you? I’d so much rather it was you.”

He leaned down to kiss her and she turned her head away. Undeterred, his lips sought her neck and she found herself relaxing into his touch like she always did.

“I really thought it was my fault. Somehow I believed that if I had just given him more, it wouldn’t have happened.”

She laughed bitterly. Derek wanted to reach out and hold her, but something in her body language told him not to, not yet. It hurt him not to, but now that the floodgates had opened, he could see she needed to tell all of it, and that his comfort would just be getting in her way.

“I don’t even know how you give someone more than everything?” She looked at him, tears in her eyes and confusion on her face, like she was expecting an answer and he shook his head.

“He begged me to move in with him so we’d have more time together. I convinced myself that whatever I’d done wrong, I could...fix...it. But I couldn’t. And then he was just cheating on me right under my nose, and trying to get me to do things I didn’t want to do. And making me feel like dog shit under his heel was worth more. And somehow, like a moron, I still believed he loved me.” She shook her head in disparagement.

“Hey, don’t do that. Shit. The only one you should be saying anything bad about is this douchebag, not yourself.”

He decided to reach out anyway, taking her face gently between his hands and using his thumbs to brush away the tears running down her cheeks.

“Come ‘ere.”

He drew her in, and she gratefully stepped into the protective bubble he formed just by being there next to her. She leaned against him, breathing deeply and taking comfort in his solid warmth.

“So...you never said what brought you to Boston?” Ryne asked her aunt, tugging the sleeve of her winter coat down further over her wrists and palms.

“I came to see you,” Patty Falco responded flatly. “David told me where to find you. He said you dropped out of Brown?”

Ryne shrugged, staring out over the waterfront instead of meeting her eye. “I couldn’t handle it. I’ll go back…” It sounded unconvincing even to her own ears. “I just need to figure some stuff out first.”

“Stuff like that boyfriend of yours?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice how much older he was than you. Or his over-inflated self-importance. I was worried about you when you didn’t come out for Christmas. You haven’t missed it since you had the stomach flu when you were seven.”

“I know...Lucas didn’t want to go. He wasn’t ready to meet my whole family. We just stayed in and had a quiet holiday. I meant to call but…”

She looked down, fiddling with her fingers. She didn’t want to lie to her aunt. But how could she admit the truth? How could she say that it had been her idea not to fly out to Portland because she’d want to never come back, because she knew as soon as her family met him they’d pick up on the fact that Lucas didn’t make her happy, if anything he did the opposite.

“I’m not blind, Ryne.”

She turned her head sharply to look at Patty now, frowning.

“You’re miserable darling. You look exhausted and pale, and like you forgot what smiling is. You dropped out of school. I can list things til the cows come home, but I don’t need to when we both know it. Does he hit you?”

“Aunt Patty it’s not—”

“Don’t tell me it’s not that bad or not what I think. You know better than to lie to your elders. Answer the question.”

“No,” Ryne blinked back tears. “No. It’s all in my head. I’ve just been trying so hard...I...I just wanted him to love me again. If I change, if I do what he wants...”

“He’ll just keep pushing further. Men like that, people like that, aren’t happy until they’ve chipped away everything you are and reduced you to nothing, because it makes them feel powerful.”

“That’s all I’ve got left already.”

“No. It’s not. You have your family. He’s at work right now right?”

Ryne nodded hesitantly. “Yeah. He should have left about twenty minutes ago.”

“Good.” Patty stood up from the bench, holding a hand out for Ryne. “Let’s go.”

“I moved in with them, got my feet back under me, got a job. Reapplied to school, maxed out my summer classes to get back on track. I thought about giving up on higher education, but it just seemed like that was letting him take it all away, make everything pointless. I moved on, and I was...I was good. But seeing him again...it just...I thought I left that and him and everything behind. I haven’t been back, I barely talk to my uncle,” she sighed deeply, “and somehow that bastard still managed to...show up here, in my life.”

She sniffled and buried her face into his chest. He pressed a kiss to her temple and let her, both of them silent for a while.

“Does Sean know?” Derek asked eventually, hesitantly.

“No. He knows that something happened that fucked me up for a while, but not what. And he can’t. You know he gets all...protective or whatever. Even though there’s only a few months between us and I could probably take him in a fair fight.”

Derek laughed. “You don’t fight fair.”

“Yeah, but Sean does, and would believe me if I said I would too. That’s why I can take him.”

“I know some guys from the neighborhood, and we know where he lives now. If you want me to…”

“Derek, no. I just want to forget about it.”

“We could just go round and scare him a bit?”

“No.”

“Okay. Okay. What do you need then? What can I do?”

She shook her head softly, fondly. “You don’t even know how much you already do, do you?”

He gave her a puzzled look.

“I just need you to keep being you.”

“I don’t understand. But if that’s all you want, I think I can manage it,” he said with a half smile and a chuckle.

She tilted her head to look up at him. “And if I need a little more reassurance for a while...or say, more kisses…?”

He leaned down, not quite touching her. “I can definitely do that one.”

#infidelity tw #emotional abuse tw #Yes that's a deeply relevant Hadestown-reference title #I'm so sorry my baby #applications to fight a bitch may be sent c/o: Derek Sandoval 4855 Northwest Hamilton St Portland #Derek Sandoval x Ryne Cassidy #Idiot (Affectionate)#I am the Angst Fairy Godmother

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SuperM as Subs

↪ A/N. UGH these guys have me fucking spiraling. very excited to bring you this, please indulge 👀

○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub, kinks galore, gender-neutral dom!reader

3.5k words | bullet points | this is all over the place there is so much to say i—

⌈ ten

— motto: kitten has ‘ten’ in it, but so does intense.

wowza honey

best choke out you’ll find

the stamina, too, oh lord. ten can handle a lightning fast riding without blowing up in two minutes

all while you choke him

with a waist harness on and ankles bound

bondage looks so good on him; he’s flexible and enduring. imagine a hogtie... art.

such a beautiful man.

literally, rope marks, imagine that

we need to talk about his pain threshold as well there

things that have other guys screaming are a mere tickle to him

i can’t emphasize enough how lucky you’ll be. this fella does not have to be trained much. experience? abundant. talent? more than vast. he knows precisely how far he can go with what kind of kink. that is invaluable.

and now, the most mind-blowing part. stress: he encourages you to take it all out on him. in his mind, that’s an extra treat and a promise he gets it raw how he loves it.

your satisfaction is his fuel, as is seeing you unwind.

the whole progression from heavy beginnings to breathless ends

the boy needs you to go, for the lack of a better word, buck-wild

so yes, ten is your number one (pun intended) address for all things messy. he asks you to hatefuck him, you spoil him with it.

the sheer masochism of him

are you kidding me

listen i’m not a fan of the sin concept but in this case... you can sin all you want with him

tl;dr: angry sex is his thing. strong emotions. guts will be rearranged.

about the elephant in the room: yeah, this guy can bust some extraterrestrial, dazzling, sexy as hell moves

that means one thing. contortionism. you can bend him into every position you desire and fuck him like that. he’s petite but don’t worry. your babe’s strong

in fact, you can sit on his face and get one ferocious rimming daily

things will get wet wetter wettest

surprise surprise vice versa he likes his own ass filled with plugs and vibrators

the type that buzzes him into a delirium while you slap him. with his neck turning red and those pretty almond eyes going wide.

they do hold the universe. he’s just so enthralling.

btw. talking about toys. having a fleshlight ready to make him moan and ruin his orgasm is a veeery good idea.

chances are you will draw cute english or thai interjections from him

in return, you can call him your prince and kiss him all over for aftercare. he’s no different, thinking of you as someone figuratively and literally noble to him. he’s thankful you fulfill his greatest sexual dreams. it’s true, you’ll really worship each other.

he’ll do his little mona lisa smile and doze off in your lap...

sub!ten is just priceless okay

10/10

i need a moment

⌈ kai

— motto: local strip club found bankrupt.

oh mY GOD nini

he knows how it’s done

did he go to sub school or something

you’ll find him at the stove around 6:30 AM in his apron

making you breakfast pretty much butt naked otherwise

flustered and sexy butler kim right at your service

looking very sculpted

dancing a little, as usual, he’s getting into it

in other words, you’re sure to get those eggs fried well

now, besides his skimpy clothing and waiter allure

kai as a submissive is almost definite to be an epitome of organization. he’s just good at it. period. lube and protection are always in the house.

you do your part doing maintenance for toys and cracking the occasional whip but really i mean... as the great oh sehun once said... never don’t mind about a thing when jongin gets the chance to put something in order

so lean back — kai is a service sub. he’s the type who wants to break a sweat for you

and have that very visible because he doesn’t own clothes anyway. well, well.

something more about organization

fucking according to a schedule sounds about right

you have it all planned out with a special calendar book just for that purpose

but don’t believe he’ll be boring and hyper-structured beyond that

kai is the precise opposite of dull as a lover but that’s a huge duh

he has both the acute sense of bashful romance and strong erotic feelings that come with a regular eyebrow wiggle

he likes to provoke the wild animal in his partner

reckless abandon

kai is 100% guaranteed to make you let out the beast. he enjoys feeling you go all out and grip him, pin him. everything hands-on is good.

grinding and gyrating is always part of sex. hell, even floating and flying. fuck gravity.

you need a certain level of dexterity. and hey if you don’t, you will pick it up from him in a solid minute

what i’m trying to say is that it won’t happen that the two of you rub against each other in the sheets like two blocks of wood (even when going into aftercare!). it will be fluid, ever-moving, energetic right and left with the mattress creaking all over the damn place

sex with jongin is one thing for sure: fucking fast. he won’t mess up his tempo if you know what i mean. the two of you will be thrusting and moaning until complete fatigue sets in

he whines a lot i’m telling you

it’s the surefire way to know kai is into it, being genuinely vocal is one of his best qualities as a sub

besides handling any rough pace

this guy will have you sneaking into his gym room and have a quickie on the next best workout bench

and lord knows what else.

the bathroom is another destination. wet!kai, the yearning romeo, is an image you won’t forget

prepare to get your hands on all of that

he’s gonna melt right into ya

and that is sub!kai for you

⌈ taeyong

— motto: vanilla? hardly heard of her.

to use an nct pun: the options are— limitless.

and another: you’re signed up for a... long flight.

and you’re gonna be the: boss

who gives it to him

and i’m warning you

he’s shy about it but

taeyong is simply insatiable. take his kinky reputation at face value.

what doesn’t he do

the softest softcore (feathers to tease him) to the hardest hardcore (edge play, hallelujah), the whole spectrum without any efforts for transitions

so you guessed it, a normal bedroom really won’t do.

neither does a standard dom

but since you’re knee deep into taeyong — go figure, you’re reading this — news flash you likely aren’t one

plug in all of your toys and cameras for date night. he needs his good dose of lube-dripping fantasy, homemade with a bunch of latex thrown into the mix

yeah i know that will escalate quickly

he wears it well i’m telling you

and also greatly enjoys you donning it for friday evening

it will frustrate him to the max which is a sight to see indeed

no other sub in super m gets harder boners over latex. that’s how it is. he’s just so drawn to the material and how much authority it gives you in particular

noona/oppa kink incarnate

hell, even daddy/mommy

he calls you that when you are forehead to forehead and catching your breath

because man these orgasms are going to get you so high, bodies gently intertwined

and very, very drenched

not just skin-wise

so let me underline this

your dear taeyong, no matter how innocently he can blink at you, gets his daily nutrient intake from cum.

what fancy-schmancy protein shake is he interested in other than yours like literally none

put him on a leash together with baekhyun and you have two salivating, ultra dirty boys

so ready to please and swallow everything up

taeyong is a handsome handful

you’ll be horny 24/7

or 23/7 maybe because aftercare

where we revert back to adorable yong. he clings to you a lot, you nuzzle him all the time, the affection is off the charts

he’s pouty and sweet, smiling to himself

holding him tight gives him a big sense of security.

safe to say he wants everybody to know he belongs to you in terms of PDA, too

it’s not restricted to domestic intimacy and sexual aftermath

taeyong truly has the perfect ratio of freaky and soft

god worked hard on him

⌈ lucas

— motto: when bigger is better, things get wetter...

ready for take off are we

yukhei is one flirty crackhead you’ll love it

teasing will go back and forth

there might even be play fights and wrestling involved. messing around on sofas and carpets, you know the deal. things won’t get too rowdy, he’s being his 6′ baby self and you don’t want to use your whole bag of tricks yet vice versa

lucas eventually lets you win anyways

and acts like he’s lethally injured ffs

he’s an aquarius don’t come for him they roll that way

in comes the patient-doctor roleplay. yep that’s how the story goes

and you sure as hell get to take care of um

luke’s big lightsaber

alright

it’s throbbing a bit too much and needs medicine

so think of yourself as a jedi master training your disciple.

read: edging the living soul out of him.

rough handjobs are just perfect

as is going on a rodeo trip getting the guy to tame those bucking hips with a lil punishment here and there. and with punishment i mean tickling even when he is close to orgasm

uh-oh

wong yukhei is a cutie pie but he has just about a bucket of cum for you spilling all over the place

he might get a lil embarrassed about it, that’s the sweetest thing

cleaning it up will be his greatest pleasure

ready for subby lucas yet?

he’s juicy

so what else do we have...

(besides that he sounds like harry styles is dubbing him and that voice is going to turn you on so hard)

if his dominant doesn’t have an ounce of a muscle and biting kink that’s, how to put it, a missed opportunity

just licking him and leaving marks everywhere just has to be the biggest feast in history. you have him parade around sleeveless just to see the hickeys on his arms.

and you don’t have to be frugal. it has to scream mine mine mine. yes, xuxi has some arm sensitivity going on. he needs your mouth on him doing chaotic stuff that leaves his jaw hanging open. to the point of you eating your brunch off his chest and shoulders.

there i said it

breakfast with yukhei is cancelled. it’s breakfast on yukhei

as for positions: things are usually more chill and standard. just how much missionary will there be, you’ll lose count. he’s good at it. lucas has the condensed passion of ten people, it will be more arousing than you’d think. it’s also a good pause to your usual activities, you both get a chance to um take a breath

if he feels cocky, wong brathei likes to lift you up during sex and here we go again with a staring contest... which ends with a bright smile and kissing

what did you expect

always remember this one thing. in his big himbo brain only one thought floats around and that. is. his. love. for. you.

a whipped boy

he’s irreplaceable.

patient xuxi reports speedy recovery

⌈ mark

— motto: good boys go to heaven after debuting a couple times more

sirs and sirettes, mark lee.

what did you think the “m” in super m stands for? mario, man, massive, market, model?

nope

SuperMark is what keeps the planet spinning

now here it goes

let’s get one assumption out of the way first

you’d think he fucks how he talks but you’ll be surprised

everything’s slow slow slow

the pace is very casual for someone who raps and thinks that fast

mark is just too friggin’ cute

a blushy cupcake

innocent and always curious what you’re up to

just perfect for all sorts of gentle dominance

you can reassure him when he gets nervous which happens every now and then

and put him into soft sweaters and blankets when he feels cold

maybe even building a pillow fort and just caressing him ad nauseam literally for minutes on end.

tousling his hair would be adorable beyond belief

the same goes for giving him cheesy pet names

or feeding him sweets

you can bet chocolate is his favorite.

but it’s not just all about pampering him

keen how he is you can expect a lot of gestures of attention from mark, like carefully selected presents and foot massages

there’s a real gentleman at your hands.

a gentlemark

he might have come up with that himself

you bet there will be lots of humor involved mark just can’t do serious sex

his intellect is yeahhh... superhuman

as much as his heart is squishy for you.

it’s hard out there. this world is tough

but mark is a safe haven to return to and have wholesome hours in bed with

30% sex, 70% aftercare.

you think that’s impossible? look into his puppy eyes and tell me all you’ll do won’t be spooning

it’s an art form and mark is just too inviting not to do a brush stroke on the canvas.

and after you’re done spooning things are back to more caressing

a smooch left, a smooch right

for the 30% he might need a bit of outside support because his inner perfectionist compels him

so he’ll text johnny at 4:30 in the morning with urgent questions

because his mind is racing and he promised to wake you up with a set of spicy stuff

sex veteran johnny will calmly explain it to mark but also keep it short and simple

because man how early can someone text you

and mark appreciates a crisp how-to that he won’t forget

even when you are chest to chest feeling each other’s breath and his brain almost shuts down

at the end of the day...

you say hey canada lemme get my hands on those big thighs of yours and ding ding his pants are off. he responds so easily to guidance

and his dancing skill always helps to get groovy with you

bust down markiana

you’re that bitch and you know it

⌈ baekhyun

— motto: you and me, relax and ch...oking

leader on the streets

screamer in the sheets

even the most peace-loving, noise-sensitive neighbors are going to dig the things that come out of his mouth as caused by you

just how good are his lungs

imagine him making audios for you. yes, god is real.

you just hit the lotto

the things his mouth can do

byun baekhyun is a synonym of oral fixation when will merriam webster admit it

if there’s one person in super m who can nail the picture perfect drooling ahegao face without hesitation it’s him

he will pleasure you with his tongue so vigorously

that level of spit blowing will haunt you

and the slurpi—

THE NOISES. we can’t talk about the noises. nope, nope. the noises are not meant to be described to this world.

you’ll suffer from incurable lust once you picture it

you know what his voice can cause

that would trigger a mass hysteria

anyway. moving on.

baeks is the type to appreciate a mix of cheek-on-cheek cuddling and getting his brains banged out

you can toss him around, grab him by the hair, fuck him absolutely stupid

while also kissing his forehead and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. as if he doesn’t want you enough already this will have baekhyun needy for so long

he’s the king of slutty behavior

and making both of you crack up with mid-sex jokes about who knows what, suho’s butt mole or something

he’s just too hilarious. on the other hand he likes being creative and concentrated

in his free time you’ll probably find him reading erotic stories, sketching sexy stuff (i.e., well, you) in a journal, or even a manual to the kamasutra. it gets him all hot and bothered to the point where he can’t stop being chatty about it.

baekhyun’s arousal always first manifests as a wave of words or texts

your part of the equation is distilling the essence of said texts and getting to work on that perky body of his

and praise him plenty. baekhyun loves a lot of verbal affirmations and you’re glad to shower him with it.

kink-wise: he really has a gazillion ideas to try

costumes, gags, whips, pet play, sounding, collars, semi-clothed sex, cock rings, suspensions, you name it

as the cherry on top, a three- and fourway could be part of your routine for sure.

that being said he might have a few dicks in him physically or mechanically because geez bacon loves fucking machines and dildos

he is 100% ready to embark on one hell of an anal odyssey

how much he can stretch out you can probably guess. and he’ll make jokes about it either way to turn you on

you’ll be certain to exhaust and stuff your lil’ darling to the brim but i’m telling you what you already know

he’s gonna be the happiest ahegao boy in the world

and throw peace signs when you take pictures of him fucked out

that’s byunbaek for you. one of a kind

a subby gem

⌈ taemin

— motto: 500 points to slytherin!

this is what you’ve been waiting for i know I KNOW

red carpets out for the sensual sub king and nation’s p.r.e.t.t.y. boy

the international bombshell blonde

a bdsm luminary

DEITY

now, listen.

some erotic feats are truly hard to execute

but there is always one guy who’s the exception

and his name is lee taemin

no matter how unrealistic or complex your imagination of sex with him is

with this man, most of it can become real

effortlessly

because he’s a) an open-minded lover b) rich enough to rent ten dungeons — per hour and c) closest to perfection we as a human race have ever come

taemin is a pro at bringing all kinds of your and his fantasies to life. that’s why it’s important that you sit down to talk about how your intimate encounters could look like every other week

primarily, as far as his taste is concerned

we’ve all heard about his tales of creepypasta romance

literally he’s been an idol for so long and still comes up with new baffling ideal type stories

so according to those

he wants to be run over by you and thinks that’s hot,,, but i say... we stick to flipping him over... like on a bed,,, no car involved

this pal is macabre you have to be an embodiment of the law to rein him in

police roleplay much. arrest this provocateur!

furthermore and on a lighter note

besides being jailed

lo and behold, chained up and decked out in lace, draped on a lip-shaped art sofa is how he feels the most in his element

add a mask and a corset

just how glamorous is he

this guy has mastered all techniques of drawing you in with the most elaborate seduction.

tremendous!

including dance: for your eyes only.

prepare to have your loins set on fire.

because within the 4 walls of your home his every move will be pure danger loaded with sexuality. it would be even more of a public menace than he already is when performed in front of a crowd

keep those handcuffs ready officer

because it is your mission to stop that guy

the more restraints the better

put five harnesses on him i don’t care as long as it contains him

and once that’s done

taemin likes to be stimulated and teased with you running silk fabric all over his body

he also enjoys you creating artistic pin-up-esque photography of him

with sultry eyes and puckered lips

and no worries. taemin will put his plump lips to good use elsewhere, too. all. over. the. place. servicing his dominant is an honor.

and those moans will be like a melody.

the literal only weak spot he has

is to kiss and tell. taemin gets carried away in conversation and feels pride when the topic switches to you. so... if you lick his earlobe and call him your slave, jongin knows the very next day and finds it very entertaining.

taemin won’t deliberately spill the beans in a group chat but one-on-one with a close friend? he’s too excited not to talk about your chemistry and lets some juicy details slip if he can’t control himself.

taemin requires a dom/me who’s definitely not insecure and wants others to know who’s boss.

on the flipside, if you enjoy voyeurism? he is your man. it’s a matter of perspective entirely.

so to speak — even his weakness is a strength.

that’s all you need to understand about him

in sum: you got yourself quite an ace

taem will press your number and you’ll have no sorrow in the world.

we truly are blessed by his existence

peace out

#this ended up riddled with song puns #superm #super m #super m smut #super m x reader #sub!superm #super m imagines #super m hc #superm smut #super m crack #sub!super m #sub!taemin #sub!ten #sub!lucas #sub!kai #sub!taeyong #sub!mark #sub!baekhyun #super m memes

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the partners, chapter nine - Steve x Reader

chapter nine - hand in glove

series summary: you and Steve are police apprentices at Hawkins Police Station in the fall of 1986. you get along famously, but there’s something Steve is hiding, and there is an unknown evil lurking in Hawkins. [friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff]

chapter summary: You and Steve attempt to escape the base, which goes a bit easier - and a bit worse - than imagined.

warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of blood, punching, etc

word count: 4.1k

a/n: here’s the Spotify playlist that goes with the series, and you can catch up here. we have FANART NOW folks and I have literally not stopped crying over it!! pls go give Andy some love <3 please lmk your thoughts on this chapter! we are almost done bois! love u! also - phrases in italics = memories!

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As if would turn out, sneaking around a secret Russian base with a concussion was not very easy.

You were taken out almost immediately just by the lights out in the Interrogation Hub. Steve kept watch as you bent over and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to find an angle that didn’t make your ribs ache. His hand stayed on your back the entire time, rubbing it in attempt to comfort you.

“I know it’s not fun,” he says.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you whisper, but Steve gently guides you to start walking. He knows if you don’t keep going, you’re not going to make it. And he’d like to take you on a date after all of this.

“We gotta find … walkie… first,” you remind, and Steve nods.

“I have the plan, just relax.”

“Sometimes I forget you’re not totally helpless.”

“You’re on thin ice, Y/N.”

The halls are as deserted as they were when you arrived, much to your relief. It was easy to keep walking, but not easy to know where you were going. It felt like you and Steve were walking in constant circles, and Steve’s anxiety rose each time they walked into another stark white hallway. The sound of voices down the hall forced you both to take refuge in a random room, Steve’s fists raised to fight in case anyone was inside. But it was bare – and full of everything you needed.

On the far wall was a control board, which was in front of a huge wall of screens. You could look and see all of the security cameras on them. This would be helpful if it weren’t for the fact that there were easily 75 screens, and each room looked exactly the same. In the middle of the room was a long table, and there sat your knife, walkie, and gun.

“This seems too easy,” Steve mumbles, fists lowering.

“Maybe the author is taking it easy on us,” you mutter, leaning heavily into him. Your head spins and hurts, your chest aches when you breathe. You don’t remember ever being so miserable, and you want nothing more than to break down and cry. And sleep. Thankfully, the adrenaline keeps your ass in gear, spurring you to keep going.

“God, you’re really concussed,” Steve says. He leads you slowly to a chair at the table and you slowly sit, reveling in the feeling of being grounded. Steve picks up the walkie and hesitantly turns it on.

“Uh, this is –“

He doesn’t even finish before a cacophony of voices scream from the box, making you groan loudly. Steve hisses and turns the volume down before growling, “One at a time! Over!”

“We thought you guys died,” you hear Mike say. “We thought you guys were dead! Over!”

“Steve, are you okay?” Robin asks. “Where’s Y/N?”

You reach up and pry the walkie from Steve’s hands. “This is Juliet. Have you called Owens?”

“Yeah, like, two hours ago,” you hear Lucas say. “Joyce is losing her shit.”

“Guys, please don’t forget to say over,” you hear Mike groan somewhere in the background.

“Is he on his way?” You ask. “We could really use the help.”

“Mom went to meet them at the station, we had to fill her in,” Will says.

“We’re here with her,” Dustin says. “He should be here any minute!”

Steve snatches the walkie from you. “We don’t have time to waste. We don’t know how to get out of here, and Y/N isn’t doing so hot.”

“It’s Juliet,” you say weakly. Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and looks at you like you’re an idiot – but there’s still some love in his eyes, too.

“Look, if Mike wasn’t so fucking sure that we should use code names, then I wouldn’t –“

“We don’t know how to get out,” Steve continues into the radio. “We’re in those tunnels that the Demodogs were travelling through.”

“The ones from last season?!” Max asks.

“Yes, those –“

A song of voices rings out again, this time sounding confused and shocked. You slip away as Steve attempts to explain everything quickly. You head over to the opposite side of the room, away from the screens, and find a series of desks. The desks have things like pencils and protractors on them, and you squint. One desk has what looks like a blueprint on it. Stepping forward, you grab the paper, revealing another set of plans underneath. They’re maps.

“Found something,” you say weakly, and Steve strides over. You hand him one of the more legible plans – architecture and design is not your forte, nor is it his. It’s staggering, the number of tunnels, the number of hubs, all running underneath Hawkins. There were miles and miles of them, and your stomach dropped. These tunnels had been fully functioning as a Russian base for more than a year, and the people put in office to protect you allowed it.

But another realization hits you after that, sending your stomach to your toes: If you’re not close to the exit, you won’t make it.

The rooms are written out in Russian, but you can get a sense of where you are, and you can tell where you had come from. The interrogation hub was clearly marked out, as it had about a dozen rooms within it. You had only gone maybe three hubs and hallways from it, and Steve points out a closet marked with a camera – that’s probably where you were. The exit is on the very far end of the tunnels, where the bar is on the other side of town. You were about ten hubs away from it.

“Closer than we thought,” Steve mumbles, and you scrunch your nose.

“Ten hubs is going to take like, forty five minutes to clear. And we are….” You gesture to yourself and then to him.

“Yeah, it’ll suck, but we can do it,” he says. “I’ve been through worse.”

“Congrats.”

“You get so mouthy when you’re concussed, you know that?”

“I get mouthy when I am about to die, Steve, thanks.”

Steve rolls his eyes and lifts the walkie-talkie back to his mouth. “We’ve got a map. We’re kind of close to the exit through the bar. We’re going to go for it and keep you updated. Over.”

You grab the walkie from him weakly. “Make sure they know we’re down here, yeah? Don’t want to get mowed down by bullets.”

“Got it. Standing by,” Dustin says.

“Going off walkie, talk soon, over.”

Steve takes the walkie back, which is good, because every word that comes out of your mouth makes your head spin and stomach lurch. You grab the gun and knife.

“Woah, hey,” he says, gently grabbing your wrist. “Don’t think you can shoot that in your state.”

“My gun,” you whisper. “Keeping it.”

Steve knows realistically he probably couldn’t shoot a gun right now. He’s keeping cool and positive on the outside, but he’s screaming bloody murder on the inside. He’s terrified to lose you. He knows you’re not doing well; he can see the miserable look behind your eyes, how you wince with each step, how labored your breathing is from the pain. He has no idea how you’re going to make it, other than through sheer willpower - which he knows you possess. Steve also feels like his heart is ricocheting through his body. Every look at you reminds him of things he should have said or did. Every look reminds him of how much he loves you, how much he fucked up.

Yeah, he probably couldn’t shoot a gun right now. Neither could you. But someone should have one. He makes a mental note of where it is on you, tucked into your waistband and sitting on your waist, in case he needs to use it on your behalf.

You carefully put the knife into your garter again and give a thumbs up. Steve’s hand grips the map and he clips the walkie to his uniform before sighing heavily and leading you into the hallway.

You’re met immediately by five people in uniforms similar to Steve’s. You both freeze, eyes wide. Steve’s about to grab your gun but the men simply nod and continue. Steve breathes out a sigh of relief and he takes your hands behind your back to create the impression that he’s taking you somewhere.

“They’re morons,” Steve says to you. “Idiots.”

You make it through two hubs carefully and without incident, but each step is starting to feel like a death march for you. You try to act strong so that Steve doesn’t freak, but you’re almost positive you’re about to collapse.

You enter the third hub. Steve lifts the walkie. “This is – us – we are heading into the third hub right n-“

He’s cut off by the lights turning red and an alarm blaring. You begin to drop to the floor at the noise but Steve grabs you around the waist, holding you steady. “Shit.”

“What’s going on?” Robin asks through the radio.

“Is Owen’s here?” Steve asks. “Or –“

“They know we’re missing,” you answer for him. “They’re looking for us.”

Steve throws his head back, and if he had a free hand, he would run it aggressively through his hair. He straightens you with his arm still around your waist and lifts the walkie back up. “We’ve got company!”

“He should be here any minute!” Robin stresses, and you can hear the panic in her voice. “Hide, or –“

“Yeah, got it, Rob,” he says harshly into the radio. “Stand by.”

Steve clips the radio to himself and uses both hands to steady you, still gripping the map. He turns you to look at him. You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen him look so serious.

“I know you don’t think you have it in you, but you do, okay?” he says sternly. “We have to get out of here. I’ll help you, just –“

“I can’t,” you whisper, emotions rolling through you heavily. Your eyes well up with tears. “Please, just go –“

“No,” he says, gripping onto your shoulders. “I’m not leaving here without you, understand? You’re coming with me. You’re my partner, remember? We don’t leave each other behind.”

You groan and squeeze your eyes shut to stop the tears. “If we live through this, I’m going to kill you.”

He quirks a smile and quickly says, “I think you mean kiss,” before guiding you towards the next hallway.

The bad news – the hallway is stocked full of Russians in uniforms who are looking for you both.

The good news – there are so many of them that they cannot tell that you and Steve are, in fact, you and Steve.

The next bad news – you and Steve are split up almost immediately.

One guard shouts at Steve and grabs you from him – he must assume you’re another prisoner. The guard escorts you roughly down the hallway and you look back at Steve, eyes wide, matching his. He tries to shout after the man who has you, but the other shouting and chaos in the hallway drowns him out. You were expecting to get shot and killed, but this is somehow way worse.

Steve tries to push through the crowd, but he is physically unable; it’s a small hallway, after all. The panic rises in him and he tries to calm himself down, tries to watch where you’re being taken, but it’s so god damn dim and red and he can’t differentiate between anyone. Suddenly, he’s being pushed with the rest in the direction you both just came from, as you head the other way.

Luckily for you, you still have the gun. And although you are tripping over yourself, even though the feeling of the guard’s fingers digging into your bruised skin hurts, you can still remember how to use it. The guard takes you into an empty hallway and heads for one of the rooms off of it, letting go of you briefly to unlock it with his card. You move quickly, grabbing the gun from your waistband and lifting it.

This one puts up a fight, much unlike the young man you encountered before. A scuttle ensues as he grabs your forearms, attempting to throw you to the ground. You plant your feet though, and the sheer adrenaline helps you rip your arm from his grip and slam the pistol down onto his head. He drops and you lean against the wall, catching your breath.

If you didn’t feel like you were going to die before, you definitely feel it now.

You give yourself a moment to catch your breath and push off of the wall. You can slightly remember the path you had taken to get here, and you attempt to retrace your steps. You know there’s no point in trying to find Steve. Not only can he hold himself – probably – but there’s no way in hell you could take care of yourself andfind him. You walk aimlessly, using the wall for support, stopping every so often to steady yourself. You’re thankful for the dim red lights, even if they flash. It’s better than the stark white you were working with.

You’re also thankful that the guards are somewhere else, because the empty hallways help you navigate quicker than you would otherwise.

Stepping gingerly, you continue your path, simply hoping something familiar comes up or, by some miracle, Steve finds you. Your heart hurts that you didn’t get to tell him one last time that you love him. Fear grips you – what if he dies without knowing? But he probably does know, and he’s probably very smug about it, and the thought of that dumb, smug smile helps you continue to put one foot in front of the other.

You enter a new hallway. Stopping momentarily to catch your breath and rest, you lean against the wall. Your eyes close and you want nothing more than to just sleep. Just a quick nap. Just a –

Someone grabs you roughly and throws you to the floor before you can finish your thought. Your head slams against the tile and you see stars, nothing but stars against a black background. Your ears ring and you weakly reach up to protect yourself, but you’re lifted and slammed against the wall.

“Steve?” you slur stupidly, remembering what happened the last time you both found each other.

The laugh that answers confirms that this is not Steve – it’s Edwards.

“Got split up?” he asks, and he throws you against the wall again, making you cry out.

“A bit,” you reply weakly. You try to knee him, but your leg only lifts about two inches before it falls back down.

Edwards grabs your jaw and jerks it so that you look at him – or, well, face him. You couldn’t open your eyes from the pain.

“You kids have been a pain in my ass since you first started,” he says, and a punch to the stomach sends you careening backwards. You black out for just a moment and he throws you to the floor.

You’re pretty okay with your fate at this point. It hurts, you don’t have Steve, Steve could be dead – this is okay, you think. You’re at peace with it. You just hope it comes quick. You curl into the fetal position, wincing at the pain in your stomach and ribs, and wait for the fatal blow or bullet to come.

“Only wish your boyfriend could be here to watch,” he says, and you hear the gun cock.

He’s not my boyfriend, you think. Not yet.

“Any last words?”

Typical, you think. You open your mouth to respond, but someone responds for you.

“Go to hell.”

Steve’s fist makes contact with Edwards’ nose, a sickening crunch ringing through the air. In shock, Edwards drops his gun, before swinging at Steve. Steve dodges it and throws another fist, which collides with Edwards’ jaw. Edwards manages to grab Steve and throw him down, but Steve pulls him down, too. They struggle with each other, fists being thrown every which way, and you hear the contact from your position on the floor. You are impressed with Steve’s good timing, impressed with his sick-ass comeback, impressed with his punches.

But here’s the thing – you know Steve’s track record. You also know now that Edwards is a sick fucking sociopath with a few tricks up his sleeve. You need to help Steve or you’re both dead.

You pick yourself up off the floor with all the energy you have left and grab the pistol from your waistband.

“It’s simple, really,” Edwards said. “First, make sure safety is off.”

You click the safety off.

“Make sure your feet are planted firmly. Good position is key.”

You plant your feet, one slightly in front of the other.

“Have good posture. Keep your shoulders back and chin up. Don’t take your eyes off of the target.”

You roll your shoulders back and straighten as best as you can, despite the protests from your ribcage. You force your eyes open wide, focusing on Edwards, who is still scuttling with Steve. He’s a moving target, and you’re not sure if you’re going to hit Steve or him, but you still line the gun up with Edwards’ figure.

“Be ready for the recoil – it’ll hurt if you’re not prepped,” Edwards said, making sure to straighten your arms as you focused on the target. “Keep your arms straight as an arrow.”

You straighten your arms, gun held out in front of you, trained on Edwards’ figure. Steve shoves Edwards off of him and he flies backwards, giving you a bit of separation. You train the gun and your eyes on him.

“Take a deep breath,” Edwards had instructed. “And then shoot.”

You take a deep breath. Edwards flies back towards Steve and you force yourself to keep your eyes open as you shoot.

The shot rings through the air.

At first, Steve thinks he’s the one who’s been hit, and he gasps, eyes squeezed shut. He waits for the pain, but it never comes. He slowly opens his eyes to find Edwards on the floor, shot in the shoulder. He’s alive – and fine – but stunned into silence. Steve’s brows furrow, confusion surging through him, until he hears the gun hit the tile, you dropping right after it.

Steve runs for you, holding you tightly against his chest. You just saved his life, twice in one night. The appreciation, the adoration, the horror, the love all travels through his veins at once, and tears run down his face without Steve even realizing.

You are simply spent – there’s no way you’re going to keep going after this.

“You okay?” you whisper.

Steve is, miraculously, fine. None of Edwards’ punches landed, and he got Edwards pretty good, too. He laughs softly in disbelief. “Never been better,” he says dryly. “You?”

Your eyes meet his and the look in them tells him what you need to say. You can’t keep going. You have to stay back. You have to wait for Owens.

But Steve knows that can’t happen. If you’re left alone, you’ll fall asleep, and honestly, who knows what will happen after that? It’s not an option to leave you behind – it never was.

Steve quickly scrambles to get the map out of his pocket. He unfolds it and points. “Look, we’re so close, Y/N, so close. The exit is right there – we can make it, come on!”

He attempts to lift you, but you cry out, so he slowly lowers you back down. Edwards groans from behind you and Steve turns to him, snapping, “I’ll shoot you if you so much as twitch.”

Steve looks back to you, his eyes searching yours. You think he looks so handsome down here in the red lighting. Your hand reaches to his face and you cup it again. “Go ahead.”

“No.” Steve licks his lips and gently grabs your shoulders. “You didn’t owe me a damn thing, and you came for me, and you stayed for me. I will never be able to return that favor, but I can try, right now. I’m not leaving you. You’re not dying down here.”

“Steve,” you mumble.

“Y/N, you have to get up,” he pleads, voice cracking. “I only got to love you for a few hours, and I – I want to spend the rest of my life doing that. But I can’t do that when you’re dead, okay? Or – I guess I could, it would just be really sad –“

“Steve,” you repeat.

“I’m going to take you on the best dates,” he continues. “I’m going to take you everywhere you have ever wanted to go. I will take you to see the National Parks, I’ll take you to that stupid candy themed amusement park in Oklahoma. You always wanted to go to it, right? I’ll take you to the Empire State Building, I’ll take you to Hollywood, I don’t care. I’ll cook for you, I’ll bake you danishes every single day for the rest of your life –“

“I don’t like danishes.”

He laughs sadly and cups your face. “I know, I know, but you haven’t tried one of mine yet, remember? I’ll cookfor you, I’ll take you on picnics, just – please, please, get up. Please let me love you for the time we have left.”

As one of your coworkers had said before, Only love makes you that crazy – and that damn stupid. This apparently applies to near-death experiences as well, because you are able to pull yourself to your feet. The thought of loving you was enough to get you through the last few hubs and hallways. Steve made sure to kick Edwards on the way out, threatening him once more. He won’t die down there – he’ll die after rotting in prison, and that’s a better fate.

Steve carries most of your weight, one of your arms draped over his broad shoulders as he uses his free hand to hold the map. Every time you’d slow down or falter, Steve would promise you something else to keep you moving.

“They’re making a sequel to Back to the Future, and I’ll take you to every viewing.”

“I’ll buy a polaroid and take nice pictures of you every single day.” He pauses. “Well, try to, I don’t know much about photography.”

“I’ll buy you the coffee and pastries every Monday.”

Each promise sends a bit more energy through you. It’s not so much that you want these things to happen to badly that it keeps you going. It’s that Steve gives such a shit that he’d do these things with you. It’s that Steve loves you, and you love him, and he was right – a couple hours of love isn’t enough for you. You want more. You want the cuddles, the kisses, the fights, the sleepovers. You want it all – and that’s what keeps you going.

Steve’s talking into the walkie at certain intervals, keeping the gang updated on what’s going on. You block these intermissions out, instead focusing on how your shoes look on the tile. Before you know it, you’re pushed into an elevator, the same one you rode when you came for Steve. Your vision starts to falter now, and you hear Steve talking, but you can’t make it out.

“Almost there, we’re almost there,” he comforts. “Just a few more minutes.”

The bar is, at this point, deserted and closed down. Steve’s thankful of the absence of bodies as he exits the elevator, you gripping onto him for your life.

“Dustin, Rob, we’re out,” he breathes into the radio. “We’re –“

You decide to clock out right here. You made it – that’s all you could do. You made it out from the underground, and now you’re officially done. You give in to the comfort of unconsciousness and fall to the ground, Steve unable to catch you from how fast you moved.

Dates be damned. You’re out.

Steve drops beside you, his fingers immediately going to your wrist to check your pulse. It’s weak and slow, and he starts to lightly pat your face. “Y/N, come on, don’t do this, wake up!”

When you don’t stir, Steve goes into freak-out mode. He grabs the radio and begs for Robin, Mike, anyone to call an ambulance. His fingers don’t leave your wrist and he doesn’t leave your side for even a second. In only a few minutes, Owens and his troops appear, pushing past Steve and you on the ground and heading straight to the elevators. Joyce is with Owens, and she runs to Steve, kneeling and immediately wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her mother reflexes kicking in. “Are – are you hurt?”

“She needs an ambulance,” Steve cries, wiping his nose with his sleeve. “Please, she needs to get to a hospital, I don’t know how much time –“

Robin and Dustin appear now, stress and worry gripping their features. They both lunge for Steve, who is now caught in a group-hug, while he holds your hand tightly. Two men with a stretcher appear next, lifting you off the ground, and Steve hugs everyone back for a split moment before running off to join you in the ambulance. He knows he shouldn’t, he knows there are questions he needs to answer, but his first priority is you, his partner, and he’s not leaving your side.

The medics ask him questions about his own state, and he gives one-word answers and shrugs. He’s fine, physically, but he’s pretty sure he will take up Owen’s standing offer for therapy after all of this. Steve doesn’t leave your side even as you arrive at the hospital, running alongside your stretcher.

A woman appears beside him, holding a clipboard. “Relation to the patient?”

Steve’s brows furrow and he quickly answers, “Relation? I – she’s my partner.”

You wake up momentarily just to hear that, and you let out an “aww” before slipping back under. Steve is stopped in front of two double doors, left with the promise that he could see you once they check your vitals and make sure you’re stabilized. He slides down the wall and sits on the cool linoleum floor, still in his authentic Russian uniform. The silence in the hall is deafening and startling for him.

He wishes he could hear your voice.

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grapesodatozier · 4 years

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a million little times

pairing: wheelclair

summary: lucas joins the football team and makes some new friends. it takes a bit for mike to realize why this makes him so upset

words: 3,575

rating: teen and up

tags: jealousy, modern high school au, underage drinking, pining, angst with a happy ending, title from illicit affairs by taylor swift

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Mike was happy for Lucas, he really was. He was confused, sure, but he was happy for him. If Lucas really did want to play football, then that was great for him, and Mike was glad he was doing things that made him happy. He just would’ve been happier about it if football wasn’t such a fucking cult.

Lucas had practice three or four days a week and games once or twice a week, which meant that the time he had with the party was cut severely. Sure, they could hang out after dinner, and during lunch, and on the weekends, but it was still a lot to adjust to. Mike missed riding home with Lucas, he missed that little stretch of the ride when it was just the two of them. Sure, Mike had the car now that Nancy was away at college, so he wasn’t riding home anyway, but he had been excited about giving Lucas rides home, about taking the long way and getting slushies if they were feeling like it. But now he couldn’t, because Lucas didn’t get home until just around dinner time. And one of his football friends drove him home. Mike knew because he could see him getting dropped off from his window, he could see Lucas smiling at whoever was in the driver’s seat, his huge bag of equipment slung over his shoulder. It made Mike’s chest ache.

It was even worse when he had to see him hanging out with them in school. Lucas still hung around Mike’s locker with the rest of the party most days, but now sometimes Mike would look around for him and find him down the hall surrounded by a group of people that was obnoxiously large for the small hallways of their school.

It started making Mike angry when Lucas skipped out on lunch with them one day. He hadn’t even said anything, he was just suddenly not at their table, and Mike could see him across the room, hamming it up with this group of jock assholes. He even got one of those pretentious varsity jackets. Mike was only snapped out of his head because he was so tense about the whole thing he ended up biting his tongue so hard it nearly bled. It didn’t help that Dustin, Max, El, and Will were all joking about how Lucas was popular now, how he’d rigged the social ladder. Like this was funny. Like it was all some big joke that Lucas wasn’t sitting with them.

If Mike was a bit short with Lucas later that day in chemistry, Lucas didn’t say anything about it.

The only thing that made Mike warm up to the idea was watching Lucas’s games. He loved watching him, loved that proud smile he got on his face. Pride welled in Mike’s chest when Lucas made a play, even if something more bitter stirred in his stomach when his teammates jumped on him to congratulate him.

By October, Mike was still adjusting to Lucas’s new status. He was just getting the hang of it, seeing Lucas on the weekends and going to his games on Fridays, having lunch with him three days a week instead of five, accepting that he had to share him, when Lucas flipped his world upside down again.

“A party?” Mike asked, not bothering to hide his skepticism.

“Yes, a party,” Lucas grinned. “You’re familiar with the concept?”

Mike rolled his eyes. “In theory.”

“We’re invited to a party?” Dustin cut in. Mike was secretly pleased that Dustin seemed to be as disbelieving as he was.

“Yeah, Mark’s parents are out of town so he told me to invite as many people as I want.”

“I’ll go if there’s vodka, but I’m not drinking beer,” Will said, making a face.

Lucas laughed. “Trust me, there will be vodka.” He said it so confidently, like he’d been to so many parties. It made Mike wonder how many he had been to. He thought it was only two. Not that he’d been counting.

“I’ll go if El comes,” Max said, giving El an expectant and mischievous look.

Come on, El, Mike willed her silently. El wasn’t a party type. El was a sit quietly and watch romance movies with ice cream on a Saturday night type. She liked small get-togethers. She would say no, and then Max would say no, and then Mike could spend Saturday night with them.

“Why not,” El shrugged with a small smile.

Traitor, Mike thought to himself bitterly.

“Mike, you in?” Lucas asked. His hand on Mike’s shoulder made his heart race.

Mike sighed. “I guess you guys are gonna need a DD.”

The rest of them cheered as Mike crossed his arms. He really wasn’t looking forward to a house full of football bros sweating beer, but at least he would be with his friends, at least he could make sure they all got home safe. And if he was driving, he’d be dropping Lucas off last; he was looking forward to that.

Still, being the sober one sucked. His friends were all light weights, and they were all trashed within the first hour. Mike was awkward enough as it was; being the only sober one in a room full of people who didn’t even bother to glance his way made that awkwardness weigh on him all that much more. Lucas noticed, and he tried to get Mike to play pong with him, but Mike was horrendously bad, and the other team obliterated them. It made Mike’s cheeks burn with shame, and he left to subject himself to Dustin and Max’s drunk dancing. At least letting them push him around to Britney Spears while El and Will laughed and twirled each other around much more tamely made him feel a little better.

But then the night took a sharp turn south.

There Mike was, trying not to topple over as his shorter friends jumped around him, when he looked up to search for Lucas. Maybe he would help Mike escape. But as soon as Mike found him, it became crystal clear that running to Lucas was not an option. Because he was busy making out with one of the guys on the cheerleading team.

Mike’s head spun. He hadn’t even known Lucas liked guys, not really. Sure, he’d mentioned something in passing once that made Mike’s ears perk up, but he’d never mentioned it again, never explicitly, and Mike wasn’t gonna push it. But this… this was not how Mike wanted to find out. And he also never needed to know that Lucas’s type was apparently cheerleaders. Fuck, he liked graceful, flexible, fit, cool people. Of course he fucking did. Who didn’t?

Mike made up an excuse about finding a bathroom and broke away from his friends, rushing to a door, any door that would take him outside. The air inside was too stale; he needed something fresh, he needed to catch his breath and not vomit and maybe cry. Why did he need to cry? He didn’t. He was just… upset that Lucas didn’t tell him. Yeah.

His legs carried him away from the party, the music getting quieter and quieter until he was down the street and couldn’t hear it anymore. He knew he shouldn’t go far, his friends needed him to drive them home, but there was an elementary school just a block away, and he really needed a place to sit that wasn’t on some random family’s lawn. He barely registered the world around him as sidewalk became soccer field, as the streetlights gave way to a night much darker. For whatever reason, he made a beeline for those seats that spin around. Probably a horribly dangerous thing to give children. An even worse thing to give drunk people; Mike was glad no one at the party had seemed to have the same idea as him yet. He collapsed onto the too-small seat and let his toes drag through the woodchips, holding on tight to the sides as he rocked slowly back and forth. He’d have to go back soon. But he couldn’t just then. In that moment, he just needed to sit his ass down on an elementary school playground and look at the stars while slowly spinning around. He needed to keep himself from driving home and leaving all his friends without a ride. God, he just wanted to fucking go home.

Dustin ended up drunk calling him a few minutes later, and Mike had to make up some excuse about the line for the bathroom being too long and needing to pee in a bush. He took a deep breath before standing up, the night air helping to calm his racing heart. But his feet were unsteady as he stood and began walking back, and he had a feeling that a few deep breaths weren’t really gonna fix this problem.

The way El and Dustin hugged him when he returned made him feel a little better, and at least Lucas had returned to the group, apparently done sucking face with that cheerleader guy. Still though, Mike couldn’t look at him without feeling sick.

“There you are!” Lucas beamed. As if he had been looking for him.

Mike busied himself with gently shrugging El and Dustin off so he could go to Will, who was swaying on his feet, a far off look in his eyes. Mike put an arm around his shoulders, and he immediately leaned into Mike’s side. Will gave him an unfocused smile. “You okay?” Mike asked. When Will nodded he continued, “You ready to go home?” Will nodded again, and Mike looked up to consult the group. “Everyone ready to go?” Max gave an indignant whine, but El and Dustin nodded, and Lucas slung his arm around Max’s shoulders and steered her toward the door. Mike followed, helping Will down the stairs and into the car. If he was being honest he probably didn’t need to, but he needed to feel needed just then.

He did the rounds, made sure everyone got in safe with reminders to not sleep on their backs, until it was just him and Lucas, drawing patterns on the passenger side window. “So?” Lucas asked with a grin.

“What?” Mike bristled.

“Did you have fun?”

Mike’s stomach turned. “Seemed like you did.”

Lucas gave him a look. “Yeah.”

Mike really tried to bite it back, but he had to know. “Who even was that guy?”

Lucas smirked. “You mean Andy?”

“If Andy is the cheerleader you were making out with, then yeah. Are you like… are you into him?”

Lucas shrugged. “He’s cute. He was a pretty okay kisser.” God, as if Lucas was kissing all these people Mike didn’t even know. Fuck, was he? “Where did you run off to?”

“I had to pee,” Mike murmured. Lucas gave a small laugh and teased him, poking him until he was swatting him away, a reluctant smile fighting its way onto his face.

“I’m sorry you were sober, man,” Lucas said, settling back down. “We’ll get you trashed next time.”

“Yeah, sounds fun,” Mike said. He really tried to make it convincing, but he wasn’t sure it worked.

They were pulling up to Lucas’s house now, but it wasn’t at all the scene Mike had pictured the day before. He didn’t want Lucas to linger right now. He really just wanted to be in bed. Luckily, Lucas got out pretty quickly, shooting Mike a slightly slurred thank you for driving before closing the door, leaving Mike to himself.

It ate at Mike for days, and he was pretty sure it showed, but he didn’t care. Max asked him about, but she always knew when there was something bothering him. She could tell because he acted the same way she acted when she was upset. But he brushed her off, probably a little more harshly than necessary, and she dropped it. El bought him a cookie at lunch and rested her head on his shoulder, but didn’t say anything, which Mike was grateful for.

He appreciated it, he really did, but none of it helped. He couldn’t get the image of Lucas’s hands on that guy’s waist out of his mind. Looking at Lucas, knowing Lucas wasn’t looking back at him and seeing in Mike what Mike saw in him, was almost unbearable. So he didn’t.

The final breaking point came that Friday. They were all gathered around Will’s locker, discussing their weekend plans, when Lucas casually dropped that he wouldn’t be able to come to the arcade with them that weekend.

“What?” Mike blurted, unable to stop himself. He hated that he could hear the way his voice broke, that it was probably obvious to everyone around him.

Lucas was clearly taken aback, but his skeptical expression softened as he said, “I’m sorry, man, but the guys are going to this Halloween fest thing and it’s kind of an all day thing, I won’t be back until late.”

Mike’s blood was boiling. His throat was closing up. He hadn’t looked at Lucas more than a handful of times that week, but now he couldn’t look away. “But… but you said…” Mike’s voice broke again. He didn’t know where that sentence was going. He said what? He never said anything. They had never had to say anything before, it was an unspoken agreement that Saturday was arcade day with the party.

“Mike, we always go to the arcade on Saturday.” Lucas had a sympathetic look on his face that just made Mike angrier.

“Exactly! We always go to the arcade on Saturday!” He was getting hysterical now, he knew it, but he was helpless to it.

“I’ll be there next Saturday,” Lucas tried.

“Will you?”

Mike turned and broke out of the group, striding down the hallway. He was done with this conversation. He was done with Lucas bailing on them. If he wanted to replace them so bad he could just do it, he didn’t have to draw it out like some kind of fucking sadist. His cheeks burned as he heard Lucas call after him, then Dustin’s quiet, “Let him go, man.” Mike wasn’t sure if he was happy or furious or heartbroken that none of them followed him. The solitude of his car helped him breathe a little easier, but he probably shouldn’t have been driving, because his heart was racing and there were tears forming behind his eyes and he had that urge to throw and punch and kick things that he got whenever he was hurting.

He got to his house in one piece and ignored his mom when she asked him why he was home on a Friday afternoon. He slammed his door shut and threw himself down on his bed.

And that’s where he was Saturday morning, lying in his bed kicking absently up at the top bunk. That’s what he was doing when he heard a knock on the door. “I’m not hungry,” he called. He heaved an exasperated sigh when the door opened anyway. “Mom, I don’t—”

“Not your mom.” Mike sat up, his heart in his throat. Lucas was standing in the doorway, was stepping in and closing the door behind him. And he had a fucking smile on his face. “At least, according to Maury.”

“Funny,” Mike said blandly as he sat up. “What do you want? Aren’t you supposed to be on a hayride with the guys right now?” He didn’t wanna sneer at him, but he’d never had much control over things like that.

Lucas shrugged and leaned against Mike’s dresser, his arms crossed. “I wanted to talk to you.”

Mike froze. “About what?”

“About what?” Lucas scoffed. “About that way you threw a tantrum yesterday. About the fact that you’ve barely spoken to me since the party on Saturday.”

Mike shook his head. God, that fucking party. “You didn’t wanna talk to me when you had your tongue down that guy’s throat.”

A moment of tense silence passed between them, Mike’s bitter tone hanging in the air. “Is that why you’re mad? Because I made out with a guy?” The hurt in Lucas’s voice made all of Mike’s anger disappear in an instant.

“What? No! Of course not, you think I’d be mad about that?”

“Well then what’s your issue? What did I do wrong?” His voice was rising now, and that only made Mike feel more panicked. His room felt too small. How was he supposed to explain?

“I miss you.” Mike had wanted to scream it, but it came out sounding just as small and vulnerable as he was feeling.

Lucas’s face fell, his eyes scanning over Mike’s, trying to decipher what he was saying. “I’m right here, man. I’m not ditching you. I’ve got some new friends now, that doesn’t mean I don’t want you around. Nothing has to change.”

“But everything already has changed!” Mike broke. He couldn’t help the tears that were gathering in his eyes now. “I used to know… We used to… You know so many people I don’t now, and they’re cool, and I used to know everything about you and now you’re kissing guys, you’re kissing guys who are hot and cool like you. You’re my best friend, and I was yours but now you’re gonna outgrow me and you’ll never… I never… and now I can’t…” Mike was crying hard now, so hard he didn’t realize Lucas was kneeling in front of him until he felt Lucas’s hands on his forearms, gently pulling his hands away from his face so that he could wipe Mike’s tears away. Mike hiccuped and blinked as Lucas came somewhat into focus in front of him.

“Mike… you’ll always be my best friend. Yeah, some things are changing, but that’s not.”

Lucas’s soft tone helped, but they were just words. And besides, there was something else Mike wanted, something that was getting farther and farther from him, and he didn’t know what to do about it. He felt like he was stuck on one of those conveyor belts in the airport but it was going the wrong direction, and he didn’t know how to get off or go back. His heart was racing, and he was gonna start crying again, panicked. Panicked about Lucas kissing someone else, about him wanting other people. How could Mike make him understand? He shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn’t, but if it was his last chance, if it was the only way to make Lucas understand—

So then his hands were on Lucas’s face, and he was bringing their lips together with all of the hurry and panic and adrenaline he was feeling. He reeled back just as fast, slamming himself against the wall behind him, looking at Lucas’s surprised face in horror. “Oh god, fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Mike,” Lucas said firmly, his hands finding Mike’s wrists again. He pulled Mike gently back toward him and cupped his face.

“Yeah?” Mike’s voice was small and watery, shaking like his hands had been until Lucas steadied them, his hands strong and gentle at the same time.

Lucas smiled then. Something like wonder was passing through his eyes, slowly, as he met Mike’s eyes. “I… I liked—yeah, will you do that again?”

Mike eyebrows shot up behind his fringe. “Seriously?”

“Yeah” Lucas nodded, sweet and awkward smile on his face. And wow, Mike never thought he’d see the day he made Lucas flustered. But he got through his shock and leaned forward, tentatively this time, and brought their lips back together.

And wow. It was perfect. It was soft and unsure at first, and Mike’s eyes were open as he watched Lucas’s reaction. But once Lucas started kissing him back Mike let his eyes flutter shut, let himself sink into it. He let himself focus only on the way Lucas was kissing him, the way his hands felt cradling Mike’s face. He ran his hands lightly over Lucas’s arms, admiring the muscles that lay under the soft fabric of his shirt. Once they both got the hang of it, their lips began to lock together, the kiss deepening. Mike twisted Lucas’s shirt between his fingers. Eventually Lucas pulled away, and Mike took a moment before opening his eyes, his lips still parted, seeking more.

“Wow… I did not know you felt the same way,” Lucas said, smiling and flushed.

Mike shook his head, a disbelieving smile on his lips. “I think I always have.”

They both laughed and kissed each other again, just a few soft pecks, still getting used to it.

“So…” Lucas said with a teasing smirk, running his hand over Mike’s chest, “what was that you were saying about me being hot and cool?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Mike groaned, his cheeks on fire as he slung his pillow at Lucas. God, he missed this, the sight of Lucas laughing on his bedroom floor. He was looking forward to even more mornings like this, and afternoons, and nights.

Max had a field day on Monday when Mike came into school practically drowning in Lucas’s varsity jacket, but Mike didn’t even mind. He never thought he’d be dating a football player, but as Lucas wrapped his arms around him, strong and sure, the smell of his laundry detergent sticking to the jacket all day as Mike went from class to class, he figured maybe sometimes change could be nice.

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daddystevee · 4 years

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Crashing Down

(steve harrington x hopper!reader)

Guys, I'm super emotional… this- is the last part to the fic. But more importantly this chapter is what the whole fic was written around. It's insane. Well more so like the very ending of it. But I'm so happy that this happened and I finally wrote my first fic ever. I just can't believe it. Thank you to everyone who read this and continued to support me through this. A special thanks to @harringtown who literally always has my back and was helping me out with this. I think i might write another fic one day but in all honesty who knows. It's freakin hard idk how Brooke spits these suckers out almost every day??? But who knows maybe i'll be more original next time and not have a full fledged slow burn fic.. Anyways love you guys! Xx ps its finally (steve x reader) !!!!

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Warnings: cursing, death, fluff, angst, super hella sadness, all the good stuff. And season 3 spoilers ig

Part 9/9

Word count: 3.7k (THIS IS INSANE??)

Summary: Sometimes things just don’t go as planned and your world just comes crashing down, but it’s a good thing that you have people in your life to be there to catch you when you fall.

You squirmed out of Steve’s arms and ran to your dad, El limping close behind you pulled him into a big hug. Even though the last time you saw him was a few days ago, now was not the time for full fledged reunions you had to figure out what you guys were going to do to beat this thing.

As everyone was explaining their part of what had been going on over the last couple of days, you took your place under Steve’s arm. You watched as Jim gave Eleven the extra care she needed in that moment, making your lips curl up at the corners.

“But instead of, like, screws and metal, the Mind Flayer made its weapon with melted people.” Steve said trying to make sense of everything he was being told

“Yeah, and it was fucking terrifying.” you say remembering what happened at the hospital yesterday.

“Yeah, okay I’m just makin’ sure”

Hopping up on the counter next to Steve, you watched everyone scramble around trying to make last minute preparations before, Joyce, Murray and your dad headed down into the Russian bunker. You look at Steve’s face and how messed up it is and then look back at your father, hoping nothing too bad would happen to him down there.

Steve notice how deep in thought you were,

“Don’t hurt yourself, thinking to hard over there Hop.” he said trying to make light of a situation

You laughed slightly, still letting your mind wander in and out of focus.

“You okay?” he asked moving across the counter to be a little closer to you

“Yeah just thinking. A lot of things could go wrong, just nervous I guess.”

He nods his head in agreement, “But this is your dad we're talking about, he’ll be just fine.”

You overhear Dustin telling Hopper that they need a head start and a car to get to the highest point in Hawkins. He turns and waves Steve over, Steve gives you a pat on the knee before jumping off the counter and heading over to him. After telling Steve what he needed to do, he hollered out your name meaning you were needed.

Steve met you in the middle causing you to stop, he pulled you into a hug while telling you that he was in charge of taking Dustin and Erica to some radio tower.

“For the love of God, please be safe. It’s bad enough you’ve already been fucked up by the Russians, I really need you back in one piece.” you say to him pulling him just a little closer

“Oh you don’t have to worry about me, it’s you I'm worried about.”

You took a deep breath in before pulling away. You looked up into Steve’s eyes and placed a hand on his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb before walking over to your dad.

“I was summoned.” you say marching up to and standing next to your dad

“C’mere,” he said, pulling you into his side, “I need you to keep a really close eye on El for me, okay?”

“Of course dad.”

“This thing is after her, so you guys are going to Murray’s house, so you guys can stay safe, protected and off the radar until this is all over.”

“Alright.” is all you can muster out before he pulls you into a lung crushing hug.

You climb into the backseat of the Wheeler’s family car before Will and Lucas, leaving El, Mike and Max in the very back of the car. Nancy tries cranking the car but the engine just won’t start. Jonathan gets out to look, and says that there's a part missing, and it doesn’t make any sense. But all thoughts are put aside when you hear the sound of a very loud and familiar engine revving up.

“Get out, get out the car now” you say rather loudly nudging at Lucas’s side.

You all get out of the car and head back into the mall where you would be a little bit safer.

After you get inside Mike instantly pulls out his walkie and starts sending out a code for ‘Scoops Troop’. You're standing next to El with your arm wrapped around her shoulder rubbing up and down her arm in an attempt to keep her calm.

You see Jonathan, Nancy, Will and Max all walk over to the car that El had flipped over onto the Russian’s earlier that evening. You call Mike and follow in pursuit, climbing over the counter and behind the car to try and flip it over. You even let Eleven try to slip it over with her powers but it’s no use, but suddenly a bell goes off in your head. The same bell apparently goes off in Mike’s head because almost as if you were reading each others minds.

“Physics.” you both say in unison.

You flip the car over with the use of leverage and Jonathan begins his search for the ignition cable.

Max was the one to notice El digging through the trash, you were the first to walk over to her and Mike was the one to call out to her. You were asking if she was okay and telling her that she needed to save her energy when none other than the Mind Flayer comes crashing down into the mall.

“Fucking hell..”

You grab hold of Eleven’s hand and pull her away and out of sight.

The four of you are hidden behind some sort of stand in the middle of the mall when Dustin comes over the walkie talkie telling you all to confirm your safety, but the Mind Flayer wasn’t having any of it. It let out one of the loudest screeches you had ever heard, you hadn’t been that close to it before. Tears formed in your eyes from the pain and from fear.

“We’ve gotta move.” you whisper to Mike

“There’s a way to get out, through The Gap.” El whispers back

Mike peeks his head up to see where the Mind Flayer is and is looking,

“Okay, okay. Now.” he said, grabbing El’s hand making a break for it, but of course not without making some fort of ruckus making the Mind Flayer turn and charge. Luckily you push them behind a clothing display just before it makes it to where the items had fallen,

You put your index finger to your lips signaling for them to be extremely quiet before you covered your mouth with your entire hand, attempting to silence your heave breathing. Looking at the three teens you motioned for them to crawl over behind the checkout counter in case it was just playing games, not wanting to risk anything. Though moving to this new spot didn’t help too much because you heard to your left the nasty sound of what you could only imagine was the flesh moving around.

As you turned and looked to your left you could confirm what you had heard, seeing the flesh like claw coming around the corner to snap at you. There was a loud popping noise, that sounded a lot like a balloon that caused a distraction making the claw retreat now redirecting its attention to the new sound.

“Go, go go.” you said to the kids and you got up making a mad dash towards the exit.

You run out the back door and towards the gate that allows delivery trucks in and out trying to catch up with Nancy and the others. But as you make it just outside the gate you see Flayed Billy standing behind his car. You make the kids turn around and go back inside the mall in hopes that Billy didn’t see you, but you wouldn't go unnoticed especially since you had to go back and press the close gate button a second time because it didn’t work the first time.

You run down a few different hallways trying to find another way out, whether that be up or down. So you pulled off into a side room where an elevator was, and mike pressed the button a few times. You really thought you had lost Billy at this point so you were good to take a little breather, until you heard the opening and shutting of a heavy metal door.

Max was the one to round the corner and see who it was,

“Billy. Billy, you don’t have to do this. Billy. Your name is Billy, Billy Hargrove, you live on 4819 Cherry Lane. Billy please, I’m Max, I’m your-” was all you heard before the monster backhanded her out of consciousness. Mike was the first to lunge at him, but instantly got thrown against the wall and was also knocked unconscious. That left you and El, you take your stand in front of your sister and attempt to throw a punch at him, You successfully hit him in the jaw,

“You’re gonna regret that you little bitch” he says as he grabs you by the arm and twists until you’re facing away from him and he slams your head into the wall, everything goes black

You wake up, what seems to be like hours later, seeing both Max and Mike still unconscious on the ground. You sit up, head pounding and your wrist and shoulder in excruciating pain. You crawl over to Max and get her to wake up, and when she does, she yells at Mike to get up.

“Are you guys okay?” you ask them. The both shake their heads, but then begin looking around the small room.

“Where’s El?” Mike asks.

The three of you run around in a panicked state of mind calling out for her hoping she had fucked Billy up and ran for help, but the more you looked the less hopeful you felt. You ran back down what you thought were the same hallways from earlier, but with your new concussion you weren’t so sure anymore.

You looked down to the ground and saw drops of blood and some sort of black stuff.

“Guys, look.” you say pointing down the hallway where the trail of blood led.

After some time you finally manage to make your way to the main part of the mall. You pulled yourself to a complete stop, sticking your arm out to stop Mike and Max from continuing on any further. El was on the floor talking to Billy.

You watched with wide eyes as Billy stood up in a protective stance over El. He stood there and stared at his creator, the thing that had destroyed him. Millions of memories flashed before his eyes as the fleshy tentacle that was supposed to kill your sister, shot out towards him. He stuck his arms out to stop it, to sacrifice himself.

You watched in pure shock as tentacles pierced into his sides and back, grabbing hold of him, hoisting him up. It all happened in slow motion, as if the universe was trying to torture you in some way. You watched as that thing took your Billy Hargrove and pierced into his chest.

“Billy!” you and Max screamed one after another

You choked up a sob as you took off running over to him, Max close behind. You slammed your knees into the ground as you grabbed Billy’s shoulders and shook them trying to keep him awake.

“Billy, Billy. Stay with me. Billy?”

His eyes fluttered open for a split second, this was the last time that he’d see your beautiful face.

“Hey, hey, hey, I need you to stay with me. Baby I can’t lose you. Please, baby please.”

He somehow managed to get an ‘I’m sorry’ out but you didn’t care he didn’t need to be apologizing right now, but that was the only thing he said before his whole body went limp. You continued to shake his shoulders, in disbelief that this was happening and that if you kept him awake long enough he would be okay.

“Billy, no please, Billy.” it suddenly feels like you can’t breath but the only thing you can do is yell. You’re choking out sobs as you strain your voice yelling out his name.

Steve makes it down to the second floor as quickly as he can and is behind you in seconds. He puts his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to pull you away and into his arms but you turn and yell at him.

“No! Stop it! Don’t let them touch him! Billy! Billy!” Each phrase is spoken with more sobs. You finally collapse into Steve’s arms, shaking violently with each cry.

All you can seem to say at this point was Billy’s name. Steve leads you to a paramedic and says that he’ll meet you outside, turning around and running back inside. You along with all of the others are checked over and are cleared to go home after sitting in ambulances for a while.

After Steve is checked, he walks over to you, Max and El and takes a seat next to you. The two are in a very tight hug, your sister is doing her best at comforting Max in this time of loss. You sit in silence, not having enough energy or emotion to talk. Steve wraps his arms around you with his blanket and pulls you into a tight embrace. You mellow out your breathing until you realize that you haven’t seen Murray, Joyce or your dad anywhere.

In a panic you release from Steve’s grip and grab your sister’s hand leading her to stand up. The two of you spend a few minutes looking around for them with no luck, suddenly you spot Joyce. No sign of Hopper, you notice that El see’s her too and looks to you confused as to why dad wasn't with her. But then she realizes, you know it too, dad didn’t make it.

Eleven turns into your arms and lets all of her tears out, and just when you think you don’t have any tears left to cry, all of your tears fall on top of her head. She lets out one scream and that’s it, the rest are sobs. You cradle her head, holding onto her and not letting go.

Both Joyce and Steve offer to take both you and El in for the night, seeing as how the cabin had been destroyed earlier that night and Hop wasn’t there to take you in for some extra loving. Of course you spent the next couple of weeks staying the night at the Byers’ house. But after a while it started to get a little too cramped so while El stayed with Joyce while you stayed with Steve. Most days were the same, super hard and emotional. But other days, you would be taking a few steps forward to recovery. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn't ever going to get easier, but you at least had the right people in your life to help you out.

>3 months later<

Over the last three months things have gotten better, you spent lots of time with Max and Eleven. Making sure that they’re both okay and that they know that they are both very loved. Your dad always told Joyce that if anything were to ever happen to him, that if she was up for it, to take care of El. It wasn’t that he didn't trust you to take care of her, he just knew that it would be a lot for you at such a young age.

Joyce took her in with open arms, and even offered a room to you when she mentioned that they would be moving to Maine. You declined, only because Steve couldn't handle all the kids by himself. Steve’s mom even offered to let you stay in their guest room until you and Steve could get your own place, you had only been talking about it since you were 11. The two of you still planned on doing that, but with being unemployed at the moment it was kinda hard to have money to pay rent.

Today was the final day of packing up the Byers house. You had planned on being there but got pulled into a last minute job interview at Family Video with Robin and Steve. But as soon as you were done there, you were heading over to say your goodbyes. It was a hard day and you were trying not to think about it.

Good news: the three of you start work on Monday. Bad news: it was time for the Byers to leave.

As you and Steve pulled up it looked like they had just put the last box in the moving truck. You hopped out of the car and jogged up to the door right as Joyce was coming out with a box for you to take home.

“What’s this?” you ask, taking the box from her

“Just a couple of Hop’s things, I thought you'd might want them.”

You sat the box down on the front porch and pulled her in for a hug, “Thank you, for everything. For the stuff and for basically being my mom and for taking El in. It means a lot to me.” A few tears escaped from your eyes.

As everyone was saying their final goodbyes you pulled El in for one final hug.

“You don’t have to go, you know..” you say in a half joking manner. “you could stay here with me, get our own place or fix up the cabin. He did it before.”

All she does is chuckle lightly and buries her face deeper into your chest.

“I'm really gonna miss you, kid” you say quoting something your dad would say, “but I’ll see you soon. I think we’re all coming up for Thanksgiving next month and then Christmas is right after that.”

“I know” she said quietly, “I love you, Y/N”

“I love you too El.” you pulled away from the hug and locked pinkies with her and kissed your own hands. Giving each other a small smile before moving on to the others.

“You have Steve’s number right?” you asked before pulling her into one last hug. She nodded her head as she pulled you closer for one last squeeze before climbing into the passenger seat of the moving truck. You shut the door behind her patted the door and just like that they were gone. The kids all ride their bikes back to their designated homes and you and Steve climbed back into his car to head home too.

As Steve puts his car into park he shifts a little in his seat, you don’t notice because you're looking down at your hands with tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I know today’s kind of a hard day for you, but I have something that might make you feel a little bit better.” he says running a hand through his hair.

He reached behind you into the back seat and pulled out a flat velvet box, you give him a curious look,

“Max and I, we talked about this for a really long time and she really wanted you to have this.” he says handing you the box.

You open it and your eyes fill with more tears as your hands drop to your lap and your head hung forward. Inside the box was Billy’s Virgin Mary necklace. It had been polished and shined and cleaned and it looked better than ever. You set the box to the side and you wrap your arms around Steve and give him a hug. After you pull away you pick up the box again and look down at it.

“I miss him Steve,” you say resting your head on his shoulder.

“I know you do.” he said as he wraps his arm around you

You sit up and look at him and he's looking back at you with nothing but love in his eyes, you think it’s time you told him.

“Steve there’s something I need to tell you.” your heart is beating so hard you’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear it. “These last 3 months have been some of the hardest months of my life, not only because I lost so much but because I’ve realized a lot of things. I learned my self worth, it’s been a while since I’ve truly been happy. And I found that I’m only truly happy when I’m with you. I also know that Billy would’ve wanted me to move on at some point, and as much as he said he hated you Harrington, he wouldn’t want me to be with anyone but you.”

He looked at you like if he blinked everything would fade away and none of this would be real. You reach out and place a hand on his face, looking over where wounds had once been and were now turning into scars.

“ I love you Steve.” You finally say

He doesn’t say anything back he just leans in and presses his soft lips against yours. The kiss held so much love and emotion. It felt just like the movies, like the moment when these things always happened. Time seemed to have slowed down, allowing you take it all in and cherish it.

“I’ll take that as the feeling’s mutual?” You say with a giggle.

Steve brushes his nose against yours before kissing you again, only this time with more force. You took this as his way of saying yes. His mouth hot on yours as his hands grabbed your waist awkwardly from the place he was sitting and pulled you as close as he could. You both only pulled away to catch a breath.

This would be a moment you would remember for the rest of your life. It wasn’t your first kiss, wasn’t even your second, or hundredth, but it was your first kiss as lovers, but it definitely would not be your last. The world would throw crazy things at you, especially when you aren’t ready for it, but you don’t have to deal with it alone anymore.

You just always have to know that sometimes things just don’t go as planned and your world might come crashing down and it’ll fall apart, but always remember that you’ll have people in your life to be there to catch you when you fall.

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 4 years

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Happy Thoughts || Mike x Powered!Reader

Requested: "hi, can you do an imagine where Mike gets hurt (because of Billy in season three) and Eleven gets taken by Billy and max is unconscious and the reader wakes up and rushed to Mike's side and heals him with her powers and he wakes up and they're relieved to see each other but they need to save eleven? i know this is a lot to ask but i hope you can do it 🥺"

A/n: Jesus christ, this took a long time to finish, I am truly sorry about that but sometimes it's just hard my dude. It's here now and I hope you enjoy it! Also yes, I borrowed from Finding Nemo, please don't come for me.

Warnings: mentions of blood, and this ain't really a warning but I sprinkled in some Elmax cause I think that shit is cute

Pain was the first thing you felt as you came to. A blinding, throbbing ache deep inside your skull from where you were struck. You try to remember where you are, get some sort of semblance of where you were. The ground was hard and chilled and you could swear you heard buzzing from some faulty bulb somewhere. That's when it all starts coming back to you. Starcourt Mall, running from the mind flayer, and Billy. Everything.

You forced your eyes to open, even if it brought more unwanted pain in your head. Sure enough, the lights were still flickering, but they slowly started to even out. With a grunt, you managed to pull yourself up, your sweaty skin sticking to the vinyl tiles. It takes a moment for you to blink away the blurriness in your vision, but when everything clears, you realize all too late just how bad everything is.

Mike, he's across the room out cold. And bleeding. Your stomach flips, heart plummeting, and hoping it's not as bad as it seems.

"Damn it," you groan, shuffling across the floor as fast and painlessly as you can to get to him. "Mike? Mike! Wake up!"

Your hands meet his paled face and as gently as you can you turn his head, only to find his hair sticking to the corner of his forehead and you wince. You realize now why your palms have grown sticky and you feel your stomach flip.

"Shit,"

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for what you had to do. Your eyes flutter closed, and soon your mind was filled with warm memories. It was a bit easier this time around considering the environment. Sure it wasn't ideal, but it beat having whatever crazy new threat you and friends might have in the room with you. But again, healing someone was always stressful regardless, especially if it was someone important to you.

Which is exactly why you had to focus, and quick. He was losing a lot of blood, he must have put up quite a fight considering the damage.

Another quick and deep breath left your lungs and your hand came to center directly over his wound. Almost like a Rolodex, your best memories dance across your mind and you gladly accept the warmth it brings you.

Most of them, you've been noticing, involve Mike. Mostly little moments, but bring you great happiness and already you can feel a warmth spreading from your chest to your palms.

Racing with your friends last summer. Will had brought up the fact that, technically, Dustin still owed him a comic book. And that quickly snowballed into another race for more comic books that everyone took part in. In the end, it all came down to you and Mike.

"On my mark," Dustin declares.

One foot on the pedal, ready to take off in a moment's notice, you glanced to your left to see Mike doing the same.

Feeling a rush of confidence, you quirked a brow. "You hungry, Wheeler?"

"What?" Mike did a double-take, obviously confused though he was quick to dismiss it. "Hungry?"

"Get set,"

"Yeah," You repeated with a sly smile. "Cause you're about to eat my dirt,"

His face scrunched up once more, his mouth falling into a small 'o' as he tried to form a response.

"Go!"

A bright chuckle left your lungs and your legs had kicked into gear. The last thing you saw before you sped off was the precious look on his face. It was a delightful mix of offense and shock that quickly turned into a smile. You heard the sounds of his bike chains approaching followed by a low rumble in his chest as he let a hearty laugh.

"Hey! Get back here, L/n!"

You could feel the familiar tingle on your palms that felt as if your nerves were dancing. It was working.

Your mind jumps to another memory. One you could not believe you hadn't thought of earlier that had taken place only weeks before everything had gone south.

"You awake?"

You wade against the tides of sleep, trying your best to keep your eyelids open. The last remaining rays of dusk streaming through the high windows had faded out long ago, bathing Mike's basement in darkness. The only remaining source of light came from the small television across the room that you and your friends had camped out in front of. From your heavy cocoon of blankets on the couch, you lazily rolled your head to the side to look at Mike.

He was buried under a plethora of knitted blankets as well, and he was looking at you softly.

You nodded groggily and blinked heavily before putting on a weak smile. "Barely,"

Mike responses with a yawn, nodding his head briefly before picking it up and readjusting it on the couch so he was looking at you properly. The ends of his slip rise into a small smile at his unintended timing. The two of you share a smile.

Your head rolls around once more, but only so you can get a look at your friends around you. Long ago, El had passed out beside you, and she now lay unconscious on your lap. Her arm was draped in front of her, and on top of Max's shoulder. As for Max, her head was beginning to slip and now rested against El's hand. You had to strain a bit to see Will who was on the floor next to Max, cuddled up in his a blanket of his own using Lucas's legs as a pillow. Dustin had nested on top of the couch and against the wall, but you didn't need to look at him to know he was passed out as well given how much he was snoring.

You looked back at Mike once more, and two of you share a look of amusement at your friends. Particularly Lucas, who is fast asleep directly in between you two, his body as slid down the couch to a point you fear he might fall off.

"Y/n?" Mike whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I'm," he pauses, and you can almost see him casting away any nervous hesitation. "I'm glad you suggested this,"

You nodded in agreement, your chest growing warm as his eyes remained on yours.

"and, I'm glad you're here."

The warmth in your chest grew into a kindled fire, your heart thumping with every flicker while your stomach became occupied with butterflies. You smiled back at him, and you could feel the sleep pulling at you grow a little weaker.

"Me too," you mumbled, keeping your gaze locked on to his. "This is nice,"

His smile grew into a grin, and for one brief second you feared you had mistaken as a trick of the light, you thought you saw his eyes flicker to your lips. Your smile simmered away at your growing nerves, but you couldn't deny the exciting feeling of it all. You wondered how long you could go before your heart inevitably burst, but your question was answered just as soon as it was asked with a sudden and loud noise pierced the air.

Lucas' sleeping form came to life in a matter of seconds as his sudden burst of snores rocketed his head backwards into the couch nearly hitting your noses. The two of you freeze, not realizing until this moment that you had been inching forward, and watch as Lucas wakes briefly. His eyes flicker open before he rubs them sleepily and promptly passes back out against the couch.

Once you two are sure he is asleep, your eyes meet with Mike's, and all previous nerves are buried in your uncontrollable hushed laughter. The two of you snicker, though you try to silence it by burying your mouth into the edge of your blankets while Mike throws his head back at the ceiling and his hand clutched over his mouth, shoulders shaking.

Your laughs are mostly noiseless and ended up lasting long into the night before the two you promptly fell asleep against each other over Lucas.

Your mind flickers to countless other memories but in the back of your mind, you can't seem to shake the image of Mike and you on his couch that night. Not just the unspoken thing between you two but also the undying fits of laughter thereafter. Together overall, what you felt in these moments with Mike, and even now as you held his face in your palms you felt general warmth when he was around.

You take another deep breath and all this warmth and spreads from your heart to your palms and paints his forehead. You're eyes flutter open, and you try your best to fight the lightheadedness beginning to fog your brain and the heaviness of your limbs. You grimace as you remember where you are, but you do not dwell on this for long. Instead, your eyes fall to the boy on the floor.

His head is still painted his blood but the gash has faded to nothing but a thin white line. You hear a breath of relief escape your lungs and shakily you gently brush the hair from his eyes.

"Mike?" You croak. "Mike, come on,"

You fear you are too late, and in your rising panic you pick his head up once more and look for any more gashes you might have missed when suddenly you notice his eyes begin to flutter. A groan leaves his lips and he peels his eyes open, wincing at the harsh light.

"Y/n?"

"Mike!" You laugh in overwhelming relief and you smile down at him. "You scared the shit out of me, I thought- I thought..."

Your eyes begin to water and his began to adjust to the light. He looked around at the room.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," he tried moving his head, and hesitantly you released your gentle hold on his face. "W-what happened?"

You sniffled and stuck your hand out for him to take and helped him to sit up. You shook your head.

"Billy found us," you shook your head in disbelief and fear, and helped him to his feet, a confused frown molding onto your face. "I don't remember much after that,"

You looked around the room and your stomach flipped when you noticed it had begun to spin. You shuffled on your feet aa your balance begins to weaken and that's when you feel a gentle hand on your back. You looked back at Mike to find him watching you worriedly. His eyes fall to your upper lip, this time in worry and seeing the blood dripping from your nose he realizes what the problem is.

The expression on his face changes subtly many times as if he didn't know what to say first. He settles into a look of genuine concern and it's then you realize his hand has yet to leave your back.

"Are you okay?" He asks finally.

You nod, and your nose involuntary twitches as you feel the blood continue to trickle down your lip, tickling your nerves. You wipe away the blood and plaster on a weak smile.

"Yeah, thanks. Just takes a lot out of me sometimes,"

"Thanks," he mumbles.

You nod once more, and you look around the room, finally addressing the dread that had been plaguing you since you woke. You gasp suddenly when you see another pair of pale legs, painted with scrapes and brushes peeking around the corner from the hallway.

You ran forward, pushing past your wobbling knees and dropped to the floor beside Max. Mike was quick to follow, his expression of worry matched yours completely when he saw her and you felt a surge of guilt for not spotting her earlier in your frightful state over Mike. Though this evaporates for the most part when you realize she does not seem to have any critical injuries like Mike had.

Grabbing her shoulders you begin to shake her gently. Mike leans over your shoulder and lays a hand on her arm and begins to shake her awake as well.

"Max?" He calls.

She does not respond, only shifts around as you two try to shake her from sleep. You look fearfully into Mike's eyes before looking around the room trying to collect yourself and stifle any climbing panic. That's when another heavy weight falls on your shoulders when you realize you three are the only ones in sight.

"Mike? Where's El?"

His eyes widen, and he looks around for a brief second and you know he is experiencing the same fear as you croak when it dawns on you.

"Billy,"

You take a deep breath, your hands beginning to sweat and it mixes with the remanents of Mike's blood that still stains your hands. You turn frantically back to Max, now even more desperate to wake her, something you hadn't previously thought possible. You shake her once more, your voice rising in panic.

"Max? Max come on, please wake up! Max, we need-"

She groans, brow furrowing and seeming to experience what both you and Mike had just experienced. She squinted against the harsh light and you felt a completely different kind of pit form in your stomach knowing what you had to tell her.

"Max, we need to leave-" your voice grew hoarse as you continued. "Billy, he... Billy took her. El, she's gone, we need to go help her,"

Her eyes shoot open before blinking rapidly, still not fully adjusted to the light. Nevertheless, her actions are already more urgent and she struggles to sit up. Her face flushed with worry.

"What?"

"Come on," Mike says, and the two of you offer your hands to her. "Let's go get her back."

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elevenharringtons · 4 years

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Babysitting El pt. 1

Pairing: None (but leading into a bit of Steve x Reader)

Summary: Hopper, exasperated by having to deal with monsters invading Hawkins and having a teenage girl, has asked you to come babysit while he investigates for the night. Max shows up (unannounced, to you at least) and proposes a mall day to cheer everyone up. However, things don’t go as planned, and you find yourself an accomplice to Mike and El’s breakup.

Warnings: Profanity

Word Count: 3.3k

This is a two-parter! This part is based on El and Max’s shopping trip. It’s not exact, considering El was the one to seek Max out, but nonetheless, you’ll read some familiar scenarios. Just some good ol’ girl time and bonding over stupid boys. Part Two should be out sooner rather than later, considering all the time that has suddenly found itself on my doorstep. Stay safe out there, y’all.

***UPDATE: There will be a taglist for the second part, so if you’d like to be on it, let me know!

“I’ll be there.”

“If that Wheeler kid shows up here one more time-“

“Calm down! She’s a young woman now, she’s doing what she’s supposed to be doing” you say, twirling the yellowed telephone cable between your fingers. This is the third time this week that your uncle has called you upset that El was dating the second youngest Wheeler. Hopper hadn’t necessarily been on good terms with Mike, considering he found ways around Hopper’s rules, especially rules that were crafted for Eleven’s safety. Grumbling ensues on the other line.

“What time are you going to be here?”

“8 o’clock,” you reply almost confidently.

“Sharp?”

“8 o’clock...ish?” Hopper was good at seeing through your facades. Your mother was a pro at being fashionably late to things, a habit that you’re not too happy that you picked up. “You know it takes at least 15 minutes to get back to Hawkins, and then at least another 20 to remember which turn into the woods I have to take to find your cabin-“

“Save it. Just...promise me you’ll take care of this?” Hopper pleaded. You could hear someone rapping on the door in the background and assumed it was Mike trying to get back in to see El.

“I’ll do what I can. Bye, Uncle Hop.” You hear indistinct chatter on the line before it cuts to a dial tone and chuckle to yourself, continuing to pack a small overnight bag full of clothes and other essentials needed to ‘babysit’ Eleven. Hopper had to deal with a special assignment that you had specifically chosen not to ask him about, knowing it must be a continuation of the strange events that kept happening in Hawkins the past two years. Your mission was to stay with El until Hopper returned, however, now that El was a teenager, that was no easy task. Boys, best friends, and fighting intergalactic monsters had El in more directions than you remember when you were her age. Then again, you didn’t have to deal with the intergalactic monster part.

The morning drive wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be. Surprisingly, you remembered exactly where to turn into the woods to find Hopper’s cabin. The ground was wet from a rain storm the night before as you tried your best to maneuver your mom’s old Buick through the slippery terrain. El was standing outside on Hopper’s porch, her eyes lighting up for a quick second before diminishing again. She turned and headed back inside the cabin before you had the chance to get out of the car. Hopper met you at the door.

“What’s her deal?” You ask, closing the car door and moving to the trunk to grab your backpack.

“I, uh, may have had a hand in that,” Hopper replied.

“What’d you do”

“Joyce told me to have a talk with her and Mike, but instead, I told Mike that his grandmother was sick and that he should go be with her instead of with El,” Hopper couldn’t meet your stare. You laughed out loud.

“Seriously, Uncle Hop?”

“She doesn’t know!”

“And what made you think that was a good idea? What advice did Joyce give you that made you do that? Couldn’t have been that bad, it’s Joyce!” You’re leaning against the car door, arms crossed over your chest. You weren’t letting your uncle off that easy before he left you with a moody teenager.

“She just said to set some ground rules, to talk to them,”

“The three inch rule?” You quip.

“Well, El doesn’t always adhere to the three inch rule, that’s why I had to do something about it,” Hopper replied.

“So telling Mike Wheeler that his grandmother was sick even though she isn’t is how you’re handling this?”

“Why do you think you’re here?”

“Oh, so I’m the diffusion? She needs to be a teenager, Uncle Hop! Explore! Kiss a guy! Kiss a girl if she wants to! Fall in love! Get her heart broken! You were a teenager once, weren’t you?” You say. Out of the corner of your eye, El reappeared on the porch.

“Y/N?”

“Hi, El!” You smile and wave as El does the same. Hopper runs his hand over his face before leading you to the cabin. He grumbles under his breath as you walk.

“Look, just make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. No one can find her out here, it’s dangerous.”

“I’ve got it under control, Hopper. She won’t leave my sight,” You assure him as you walk up the stairs to wrap El in a hug. Hopper watched as the both of you headed inside the cabin before starting his truck up and driving away.

“So, Hopper has you on some…guidelines, huh?” You say once the door is closed, taking in the cabin. It wasn’t as messy as you would have guessed it to be, definitely not like the lake house that you had practically grown up in. You put your bag down on Hopper’s armchair before leaning against the couch, watching El as she paced around.

“Guidelines?” She asked.

“Oh, um, rules. Like how he won’t let you out past a certain hour?”

“Or how he doesn’t let Mike over,” El nervously played with her hands. She was still pacing, clearly worried that Mike had abandoned her.

“Hey,” you say softly. “He doesn’t hate Mike, you know? He just…isn’t ready for you to grow up yet.” El was trying to take in what you were saying, but a knock was at the door causing the both of you to jump. El looks to you for permission to open the door, which you grant. She gets up and crosses to the door, standing on tip toes to peer into the peephole.

“It’s Max,” El says, almost disappointed.

“You can let her in,” you say. The door swings open to reveal the fiery red head, who doesn’t stay outside long.

“Lucas dropped all of our plans today for some family thing he forgot last minute,” she says. “So I told him that we were on a break.”

“A break?” El asks.

“Yeah. Like not a break up but you want to break up? Kind of?” Max says. You stare wide eyed at the two of them.

“I’m sorry, you told Lucas you wanted to take a break because he had to do something with his family?” You ask.

“Look, he pulls this last minute shit all the time. He’s probably at home playing with his stupid walkie talkie or at Mike’s. It’s better to take a minute to show him that I’m mad by taking a break than to dump his ass altogether,” she plops herself into Hopper’s armchair and right on top of your stuff without missing a beat. El sits stiffly beside you on the couch.

“Mike’s grandmother is sick, so he’s probably not at Mike’s,” you say, trying to go along with Hopper’s false narrative as truthfully as you could. Max rolls her eyes.

“Sounds like some last minute bullshit to me.”

“Last minute,” El says thoughtfully. “Mike didn’t call this morning.”

“Then dump his ass,” Max says matter-of-factly. “He keeps you on the line way too much for you to keep putting up with that.”

“I don’t think it’s Mike’s fault,” you say under your breath. Max doesn’t hear you.

“Dump his ass?” El questions.

“He’s obviously hiding something from you. Don’t put up with it,” Max shrugs.

“Nobody’s dumping anyone. Look, you can’t just break someone’s heart because they can’t do something with you,” you say. You may not have a lot of experience in the dating department, but you also could recognize human mistakes from lies. Plus, you had your uncle’s fake storyline standing over your shoulder, so it was best that El not make any hasty decisions.

“I’m just saying, El, you could do a lot better,” Max says. “In the meantime, though, we should give you a makeover and show him what he’s missing. Let’s go to the mall!”

“Whoa, El’s not allowed out. You know that,” you say, standing now between El and Max’s line of vision.

“Hopper’s not here is he? Plus, you’re here. Nothing bad can happen if you’re with us,” Max retorts. She had a point. Having an adult around two teenagers in a mall cramped their style, automatically making them less of a target to the bad guys. Right?

“Technically, I’m not supposed to have you here,” you reply. Max rolled her eyes.

“Y/N, can we please go to the mall?” El asks. Her shimmering brown eyes are enough to make you cave. She knew just how to push your buttons.

“Fine,” you say, “but you guys can’t leave my sight.”

“Deal,” Max and El say together as they race outside to your car.

“I said don’t leave my sight!” You yell, running after them. How bad could this be?

**********

Two hours later and you’ve become the stereotypical pack-mule “boyfriend” to your two teenaged counterparts. Max had insisted El buy a new wardrobe to make Mike jealous, so her muddied shoes and ragged plaid shirt were stuffed in a tiny bag from The Gap while Max made El try on several brightly colored combos. Then, El wanted Glamour Shots, so you watched as her and Max put on oversized pearls and lavish feathered hats, posing ridiculously for the camera. You’d bought each of them a keychain sized version of their favorite picture, adding another bag to your hand. Max had careened into JC Penney without your knowledge, taking El with her through the winding racks of aerobics wear and puffy jacket vests. You managed to find them, though, because Max was trying on bright red sunglasses in the mirrors right next to the entrance.

“What did I tell you about running off?” You say. Before Max could protest, El had walked out in a black romper with neon shapes plastered all over it. She was stumbling around on two inch heels, her stark white socks making it obvious that she’d never worn anything else besides sneakers. However, the smile on her face distracted you from the fact that she could fall and break her ankle at any moment. She stopped to pose in the mirror before turning to you.

“What do you think, Y/N?”

“I think it’s a winner. You look beautiful, El,” you say, her grin growing wider. Chastising them for running off could be saved until later. Or until something actually~ happened.

“That’ll show those stupid boys not to mess with you!” Max exclaimed.

“Maybe not in those heels, though,” you say, choosing to ignore Max’s comment. Not that you were doubling back on your whole “give Mike another chance” mantra, just that you didn’t want to ruin El’s confidence. You motion for Max to help you get the heels off of El before slipping her new Nikes back on her feet.

“Can I wear this out instead?” El asks.

“And ditch those cute yellow suspenders?” You quip.

“Come on, Y/N!” Max joined in. “What’s another bag? Another swipe of the old Visa?”

“This is the last time I bring you out shopping,” you sigh, watching as the two girls squealed, jumping up and down like they were front row at a concert. Max agrees to gather El’s other outfit from the dressing room while you take El to the register to pay. Then, you’re off again into the bustle of the Starcourt Mall. As you’re walking out, though, you spy Mike and Lucas, along with Will Byers, stepping out of a jewelry store in a heated discussion. Max and El giggled beside you, blissfully unaware that you had just caught both of their “men” doing the exact opposite of what they should be. You silently curse Mike for being this stupid. You careen then girls onto the down escalator.

“Where are we going?” Max asks.

“I saw a food court downstairs. Figured we’d go refuel for a little bit,” you say, not entirely sure the girls would fall for it.

“Oooo, can we get ice cream?” Max replied.

Mission accomplished.

That was until you had taken your eye off them for two seconds after looking at the time on the big yellow clock in the center of the food court. Max had taken El by the hand and bounded down the escalator, into the sailor themed eatery, Scoops Ahoy. You pushed through a group of teenagers balancing ice cream cones, finding the two girls receiving ice cream from a brunette boy in a ridiculous bright blue uniform. You couldn’t shake the familiarity of his face, like something you had seen in dreams. It wasn’t until you were inside of the shop, shivering from the slight temperature change, and smelling the sweetness of the treats before the name had come to you.

“Thanks, Steve!” Max said as she and El grabbed a strawberry and vanilla cone from the boy’s hands, blissfully unaware of your presence as they enjoyed their treats.

Steve Harrington. A name you hadn’t heard since you were in grade school. You remember him being the troublemaker, the one who had stolen your new pack of crayons when you weren’t looking and the one who was every teacher’s nightmare. But you also remembered him being the sweetheart. The boy who stood up for you when Tommy H was making fun of your bangs in second grade. The boy who tried to kiss you on the cheek by the swings when no one was looking. The last time you saw Steve Harrington was when your parents’ moving van was careening carefully down Main Street as you all were moving cities once you completed fifth grade. Steve was riding his bike, stopping in front of Melvald’s General Store before locking it to a rack and walking inside. Since then, Steve had become a memory, someone who would appear every once in a while as a nameless face in a dream.

You stood speechless at the counter, his back turned to you as he cleaned the ice cream scoops before meeting his next customer. There was no way he was going to remember you, your mind was racing. Years of never even thinking of him and here you were a nervous wreck. And for what? Shaking thoughts from your head, you reached into your bag to pull out three dollars for the girls’ dessert. The sound of change clanging on the counter caused him to turn. Shit.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. They come here all the time.”

You looked up to meet his brown eyes, hands still nervously reaching for the change that had fallen out of your hands. You watched as something in his mind clicked.

“Y/N?”

“That’s me,” you reply, shoving the money back into your bag, trying to avoid an awkward conversation that probably neither of you wanted. “Sorry that they ran in here like that.”

“Jesus, how long has it been? What brings you to town?” Guess he wanted an awkward conversation.

“Oh, my uncle, he, uh, wanted me to come watch El for him while he figures out…you know, normal Hawkins police stuff.” God, why are you like this??

“How long are you here?” Steve asked, catching you completely off guard.

“I mean, I only packed an overnight bag,” you say.

“Oh, cool,” Steve replies. The spark that was in his eyes when you’d first connected had vanished.

“But, uh, Hopper never said when he was coming back, so, maybe the weekend?” You tell him, watching the corner of his mouth curl into a smile.

“Would you maybe want to catch up sometime? Like, tonight after I get off?” Steve asks. You could feel your cheeks getting hot. It was your turn to smile now. Instinct struck, though, as you turned away from him and noticed El and Max were gone from the place that they were sitting not too long ago.

“Uh, yeah, sure. I have to…go. Because the girls are…yeah. I’ll come here tonight,” you ramble as you rush out the front towards the escalator.

“See you…later,” Steve called after you. You waved a hand as you bounded up the escalator past several angry mall-goers. You couldn’t even process that you were having a “date” with someone that you hadn’t seen since elementary school, someone that you subconsciously always thought about. If you couldn’t find El, though, it would be your ass. You could already hear Hopper yelling at you at length over the phone when you spot Max’s slender frame standing out front with a melting ice cream cone in her hand. She was watching something, hopefully something to do with El, but you couldn’t figure out why Max wasn’t standing right next to El. Then it hit you.

El found Mike.

You pushed through the front door as quietly as one could push through a heavy glass door. Max’s expression went from supportive to nervous wreck once she had laid eyes on you. The “why did you run out of my sight you dumb idiots” conversation could wait a few minutes. You heard Mike trying to come up with a good excuse as to why he was out at the mall with his friends when El’s quiet voice cut through the palpable tension.

“I dump your ass.”

Max chuckled, mouth agape in surprise. You tried to keep your composure, especially considering you had told the girls not to just dump the boys over “nothing”, but you were proud of El for sticking up for herself. Mike, Lucas, and Will were stoic as El turned dramatically, hair bouncing, arm linking with Max. You heard the boys mumble to themselves as you ushered the girls away from the mall and into your car. In the rearview mirror, you watched as Max gave El a high five, offering to switch ice cream cones with her.

“Don’t think I haven’t forgot that you all ran away from me,” you half-smile. Their faces fell. “I’m not mad.” You scramble to say, just to bring that little bit of happiness back to them.

“Look, we got ice cream and then caught two lying ass boys. It’s not our fault that we fell behind flirting with the sailor boy,” Max said under her breath, taking a bite of El’s ice cream. Your cheeks grew hotter than they were in Scoops Ahoy.

“I wasn’t flirting…”

“Oh, please, I had to sit through weeks of watching El flirt with Mike. I think I know what flirting is,” Max said.

“How did you even-“

“We were sitting in a booth practically behind you. Then El saw Mike and I had to chase after her. You’re welcome, by the way. I should get some of the money that Hopper is giving you for watching her.”

“First of all, I’m not getting paid. Second, thanks, I guess?” You shake your head. “Plus, my love life is not something we should be discussing right now. Didn’t you both just dump your boyfriends?”

“Boys are stupid,” El said matter-of-factly. She wasn’t wrong. Max gave El another high five as they switched ice cream cones again.

“So are you going on a date with Harrington or not?” Max asked.

“Yes, but-“

“Great! I’ll spend the night, and El and I will help you get ready,” she said. El nodded in response, too enticed by her ice cream to give verbal recognition.

“I thought you were against boys?” By now, you had turned down the pathway to Hopper’s cabin. You put the car in park, turning to look at the two girls in the back seat.

“Those boys. Helping you nab Harrington is a different story.” Max said, grabbing her JC Penney bag and bounding out of the car. You helped El carry all of her belongings into the cabin before plopping it into Hopper’s armchair.

“Makeover?” El asked once everyone was inside and settled.

“Oh, yeah,” Max replied. They each took your hands and led you to the bathroom.

What were you about to get into?

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The In-Between Chapter 10

Stranger Things x It Crossover

with some Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 6,399

Warning - none

A/N - new chapter is up! I had so much fun writing this chapter! and don’t worry, we still have a few more chapters and an epilogue left so this series is not over yet! however, I am starting to think about what to write after this and was wondering if you all would like to see a Stranger Things rewrite or maybe an It rewrite? I also accept requests so if anyone was wanting me to write something, I am totally open to the idea!! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and please let me know what you think of this series and my future projects!

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3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Epilogue

The group stood silently in the basement of the Neibolt House, their eyes on the portal which still seemed to be glowing slightly from behind the closed barrier. Everything was riding on Eleven being able to open the portal and she knew that.

The pressure was enough to make her hands shake slightly as she tried to hype herself up and tell herself that she could do it. She felt something grab on to her hand and Eleven turned her head to see Wheeler standing beside her giving her a look of concern as he laced their fingers together.

"You okay?" he whispered, his head tilting slightly as he watched the girl.

Eleven nodded and squeezed her boyfriend's hand. "Yeah, I'm just a little nervous is all," she admitted.

"Hey, don't be," Wheeler immediately said. "Just think of all that you've done, El. Opening a portal should be the least of your worries. All you have to do is focus and you'll be fine. You've got this, okay?"

Eleven was silent as she stared at Wheeler for a moment before nodding her head. Wheeler gave her a small smile before leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to her temple. Eleven squeezed his hand one last time before the boy pulled away so that Eleven could have her space.

The young girl stared at the portal before letting her eyes flicker over all of the people around her, each one of them standing there with concern written all over their face as they thought of Y/N. Eleven's eyes hesitated on Bill who gave the girl a short nod in response. Eleven nodded back before turning her attention back to the portal.

Everyone watched as she took a deep breath to calm herself before breathing out and lifting her hand up. She put all of her focus on the portal, ignoring the people around her as she focused on nothing more than opening up the wall before her.

It took a few tries but Eleven was so determined to get it open that she finally succeeded and the goo portal began to crack open. Before they knew it, the portal had opened back up, the glowing growing in intensity as the light poured out. How ironic seeing as the Upside Down was extremely dark.

Eleven let her hand drop and she felt her whole body relax once the stress was taken away. She slumped down slightly and Wheeler was quick to go to her side, taking his long sleeve and wiping away the blood from her nose as he whispered, "You did it, El. You did it!"

It was like a small weight had been lifted off of each of their shoulders now that the gate was officially open again. This time, they would make sure not to close it before everyone was out.

"So how are we going to do this?" Lucas asked. "Are we going to charge in there all at once or-?"

"We need to stick together," Bill insisted, a look of determination on his face as he gripped the crowbar in his hands, his jacket that Y/N usually wore wrapped around his frame due to her lingering scent that helped remind him what he was fighting for. "It's either all of us or none of us, so we all need to be prepared to go in there."

He let his eyes flicker over the groups and when no one objected, Bill glanced at Steve and the two boys nodded before heading towards the portal. "Come on, assholes. Let's get a move on," Steve called back over his shoulder before him and Bill began to climb through the portal.

Lucas, Max, Ben, Beverly, Mike, Dustin, and Stan were quick to follow after the two, their fear being shoved aside by their worry and determination to get Y/N back. That left Richie, Eddie, Will, Wheeler, and Eleven.

Wheeler glanced down at Eleven and gave her a small look of concern. "You okay?" he whispered, not wanting her to overdo it in case they ended up needing her.

Eleven quickly nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Let's go get Y/N," she said, the boy nodding back in response.

The two reached for each other's hand and were about to walk through the portal when Wheeler noticed Will hesitating. Wheeler pulled back, making Eleven stop beside him in the process.

He turned to look at his friend and frowned at the sight of Will's pale face and wide eyes. Wheeler had seen that look on his face more than he would've liked, so he knew Will was freaking out, the thought of going back into the Upside Down after everything that had happened to him probably freaking him out. Wheeler sighed and made a move to go over to Will, but stopped once he saw Richie and Eddie walking over to the boy.

"Hey, you okay?" Eddie questioned, his eyes searching Will's pale face for an answer as to why Will wasn't moving.

"Uh. . .yeah. Yeah," Will muttered making the two young boys before him share a look before Richie pushed up his glasses and began to speak.

"That sounds like a load of bullshit to me. What's wrong, Byers?" Richie asked, the small amount of concern laced in his voice making Wheeler furrow his eyebrows in confusion and shock.

Will stared at Richie blankly before looking down to his shoes. "I just. . ." he fell quiet and, to Wheeler's surprise, Richie reached out and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder while Eddie went to Will's other side.

"Is this about what happened to you?" Eddie asked, his voice soft and understanding. Will silently nodded and Eddie and Richie shared a look.

Will was shaking slightly, his eyes beginning to tear up at the thought of getting trapped in that horrendous place again after everything that had happened.

"Hey," Richie whispered as he nudged the boy, his eyes staring at Will softly once he saw the fright and tears in his eyes. "It's going to be okay. We won't let anything bad happen to you. But you got to get over this fear right now or we're not going to be able to save Y/N.

"Richie's right," Eddie nodded in agreement. "Y/N told us about you before. She cared about you so much and, when you went missing, she did everything in her power to try and get you back."

"Now she needs you," Richie continued. "Y/N needs you, Will. You can't let her down."

Will's eyes flickered over Richie and Eddie's faces before he took in a deep breath and nodded his head. "Let's go," he whispered making Richie smile and clap the boy on the shoulder.

"Thatta boy," Richie said. "Seriously though, don't worry, okay? We won't let anything happen to you. We won't let that motherfucker touch you. You're going to be just fine."

Will looked to Richie and smiled at that as he lightly nodded his head. "I believe you," Will muttered. "Thanks, Richie. Thanks, Eddie."

Both boys just gave Will a smile in return before they stayed by his side and began to direct him towards the portal.

Wheeler watched the three walk through the portal with a surprised look on his face. All he could do was just stand there as he tried to process what had just happened. Had he honestly just seen Richie Tozier being nice to someone? Comforting someone? For a second, he swore he saw a glimpse of the boy Y/N always told him about.

"Are you okay?" Eleven whispered from beside the boy.

Wheeler blinked and glanced at Eleven before nodding his head. "Yeah. . .I'm coming," he said before he reached out to take her hand once again. Eleven didn't question him and merely pulled him through the portal and to the other side where the group was waiting for them in an even more rundown version of the Neibolt House.

Stan shuddered at the sight around him while Bev took a closer step to Ben, the three having not experienced anything like this before and seeing the Upside Down for the first time.

"Where. . .where are we going first?" Stan asked. "I mean, we don't even know where Y/N is. Where do we start?"

Everyone was silent for a minute before Eleven frowned and looked to the ground. "I think. . .I think I can find her," she said making the others all look to her.

"How?" Dustin questioned.

"I'm not sure. I just. . .I have a feeling," Eleven said before she began to walk forward, her gut tugging her in one direction as if she was connected to Y/N and could sense where she was. Wheeler followed right behind seeing as he was still holding her hand and the others were quick to follow Eleven up the stairs and out of the house.

They began to walk towards the woods that were a little ways away, but as soon as they had entered the dense area, Will grew pale. "Something's not right," Will muttered and only the people nearest to him—Richie, Eddie, Max, and Dustin— frowned.

"What do you mean?" Max asked.

"Do you not think it's weird that nothing has found us yet?" Will asked, his eyes scanning over the kids' faces.

The four were silent for a second before Dustin quickly shook his head, "You're thinking about it too much, Will."

"Yeah, when Bill and Y/N were down here, they weren't found for a while," Eddie pointed out. "They might just not know we are here yet."

"But what if they do?" Will questioned. "What if they haven't found us yet because they already have and are waiting to-?"

"Byers, man, you need to calm down," Richie said as he slapped the boy's shoulder. "Pennywise is a bitch and if he knew we were down here, he would be on our ass in a second. We're fine. Quit worrying."

Will bit his lip and nodded his head before watching as Richie, Eddie, and Dustin walked ahead. However, Max stayed by his side and nudged him slightly. "We're all going to be okay. You know that, right?" Max asked.

Will let his eyes flicker over to his friend before he nodded. "Yeah, of course," he said, although his tone of voice told them both that he didn't believe it. Max sighed and just patted the boy's arm before jogging over to Lucas, leaving Will alone to think by himself.

The group continued to follow Eleven through the woods and Steve couldn't help but keep an eye on Bill who looked like he might pass out from fear. He knew Bill was only afraid of losing Y/N.

Hell, Steve knew exactly what the boy was feeling. But a seventeen year old boy shouldn't have to worry about whether the girl he had a crush on was alive or not. And the matter of the fact made Steve feel sorry for the boy.

As if sensing his stare, Bill glanced over at the boy before looking to the ground and frowning. "I'm f-f-fine, you know. I don't n-n-need you watching over m-m-me like some mother h-h-hen," Bill muttered a little angrily, though Steve knew it was only out of frustration.

"I didn't say anything," Steve defended.

"But you w-w-were thinking it," Bill retorted.

Steve chuckled softly and looked down at the bat in his hands as he swung it slightly. "She's going to be okay, Bill. We're going to get her back," Steve assured him, the words making Bill visibly relax some.

Bill bit his lip and tightened his grip on the crowbar in his hands. "I-I-I just. . .I can't l-l-lose her, Steve. I j-j-just can't," Bill whispered, his voice so soft and heartbroken that it made Steve's heart ache.

Steve stared at Bill in silence for a moment before reaching out and squeezing his shoulder. "I know, kid. I know," he whispered before the two of the most important people in Y/N's life exchanged a look and a small sympathetic smile. Steve shoved Bill playfully and the boy cracked a small smile before Steve winked at him, the two then continuing on their journey through the woods side by side.

It was only when Eleven stopped suddenly that the group stopped walking for the first time in what felt like hours. But that was also the moment that they noticed Eleven's horrified face and watched as the blood literally drained from her face leaving it as white as a sheet of paper.

Bill almost didn't want to look at what Eleven was looking at, but he managed to force himself to turn his head and the sight was enough to make his breath catch in his throat.

There was Y/N, floating above them in the air with blood dripping from her body and onto the ground below. Her eyes were a solid white as they stared at nothing, her mouth opened wide as she hung limply like she was attached to a string that was holding her up.

The sight was enough to make Bill stumble back into Steve slightly who was quick to put a hand on the boy's shoulder and steady him, his own eyes not leaving the young girl floating above them.

Eleven had her hands over her mouth now and Wheeler had an arm around her while the others all stared up at their friend. "What's wrong with her?" Max asked quietly, afraid of what the answer might be.

To everyone's surprise, Stan was the one to speak up, his voice dark and angry while his face showed no other emotion than how pissed off he was. "Pennywise," Stan spat out, his teeth gritted together as he stared up at his friend.

"Stan's right."

The sudden voice that seemed to be coming from no where made the groups all jump in surprise before they turned their backs to one another and backed up into a small circle. They all began to look around, their weapons gripped in their hands so tight that their knuckles were white, but the clown was no where to be seen.

"But Y/N wanted this," It said, his voice echoing through the air and making the hair on the back of their necks stand on end. "She wanted to float like the others."

There was a pause of silence before It said, "You can join her. You can float too."

"I think the fuck not," Richie responded as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his glare more threatening than any of the ones that had ever dawned his face.

"For once, I agree with Richie," Wheeler growled.

"Oh, but it will be so much fun," It said, but his voice came out sounding like Y/N's, a small detail that made all of them falter slightly. "Don't you want to join me, guys? We can all be friends. Don't you want that?"

"Not like this," Will replied, shaking his head.

A small growl came from what seemed like no where before It began to chant, "You can float too. You can float too. You can float you! You can float too!"

Then his voice stopped all together and it got so quiet that they could all hear ringing in their ears. The group all held their weapons even tighter than before, determined looks on their faces while Y/N floated in the air above them.

"Boo."

The group all let out screams as Pennywise jumped up from the middle of their circle, each of the kids jumping away or even tripping over their feet and falling to the ground.

"Fuck!" Dustin yelled as he tripped and fell right in front of the clown. Pennywise turned to the boy with a grin and Dustin watched in horror as the clown's mouth began to open up, its face splitting open much like the creatures Dustin was used to fighting. However, before Pennywise could grab him, a metal pipe was connecting with the clown's face and Pennywise was thrown back.

Dustin looked over at Stan with wide eyes while the boy let the metal pipe fall back down to his side and went to help the boy up. Dustin was shaking as he stood up and looked at Stan with wide eyes before yelling, "Holy shit! That clown's face just opened up like a fucking demogorgon!"

No one had time to respond because Pennywise was jumping back onto his feet, his eyes glaring at the teens while drool fell from his mouth.

"Gross," Max muttered as she grimaced, but all It did was smile.

Will was the first to sense them, his whole body tending as he looked to Beverly who stood beside him. "They're coming," he whispered, his connection with the Upside Down still there even after all these years.

Beverly gave the boy a horrified look, but didn't have time to question him before the sound of leaves rustling and branches snapping filled the air. The two groups told beside each other, fear still evident in their eyes despite the fact that they were trying so hard to be brave.

Then, from the woods, came four demogorgons, all of which came rushing pass Pennywise and towards the teens. "Shit!" Richie yelled as he took the axe he had stolen from Y/N's garage and swung at a demogorgon with all his might.

Eleven was quick to take that demogorgon and toss him to the side before another one came lunging at her. However, Mike was quick and began to shoot at the creature with the gun he had brought from his farm. He only had a certain number of bullets, so he knew he had to be careful with how many he used.

It decided to lunge at the group at that moment too and before they knew it, the group had split into two as Richie, Wheeler, Stan, Eleven, Mike, Will, and Ben fought the demogorgons and Max, Dustin, Beverly, Eddie, Lucas, Bill, Steve fought Pennywise.

Richie let out what seemed to be a battle cry as he ran towards a demogorgon and hit it with the axe. The demogorgon hissed and its mouth opened up and it lunged at the boy who tried to whack it again only to trip back. The demogorgon landed right on top of Richie and opened its mouth, the sound it made making the boy shudder beneath it.

The demogorgon went in for the kill, but all Richie felt was its warm breath against his face before it was suddenly being thrown off of him by a golf club that was being swung by none other than Wheeler. The demogorgon went flying back and hit a tree before slumping to the ground.

Richie looked up at Wheeler in surprise while Wheeler, breathing heavily, let the golf club drop to his side and his eyes flicker over to the boy on the ground. It was in that moment that the hatred the two had for each other seemed to disappear and after Wheeler had helped Richie up, the two shared a look and a nod that seemed to signify that all the bad blood between them was now gone.

Richie picked his axe up and the two turned to the demogorgon which had crawled back up and was growling at the two. Richie and Wheeler just smirked before letting out identical battle cries and swinging at the demogorgon, bringing it to the ground and killing it with one final blow from Richie's axe.

With that demogorgon dead, the two joined in with the others in defeating and killing off the three other demogorgons. Eleven would use her powers to toss them aside and keep them away from the others while the other swung and shot at the demogorgons, killing them one by one.

While they worked on defeating the demogorgons, the other half of the group worked on fighting the deranged clown which kept popping up in different places and trying to change into their worst fears.

Steve had just hit It in the head with his bat when the creature began to shake and turn into one of their fears. They had already been fighting It when he had taken the form of a spider, a demogorgon, Georgie Denbrough, and Beverly's father, but none of them were prepared when It suddenly turned around to reveal the face of Y/N L/N.

The group froze, their faces falling as they stared at the girl whose face was all scratched up and had eyes full of fear and tears. "Guys, stop. I just want to go home," Y/N cried, the sound of her voice making the whole thing more believable even though they knew the person before them was really It.

Y/N's eyes flickered over them and she whispered out, "Max, Dustin, Bev, Eds, Lucas, Stevie, please." Her eyes then landed on Bill and for a moment he swore she smirked before her face was filled with utter sadness. "Bill. Bill. Please, can we just go home?" she asked, taking a few steps closer to the boy who was shaking as he stared at her with wide eyes. "I'm scared and tired," she cried before holding a shaking hand out to the boy. "Please, Bill."

Bill shook his head. "You're n-n-not. . .you're not h-h-her," he said, his eyes flickering up to the sky as he reminded himself that Y/N was floating in the air above him and was not standing before him.

"That's just the clown, guys. It is trying to mess with your minds like he has been mine," Y/N cried. "We need to leave while we still can."

"That's not her, Bill," Max shook her head as she stared at the boy desperately. It was closest to Bill, so the others couldn't do anything without putting Bill's life in danger. Bill had to be the one to break the illusion.

"Kill it, man. Y/N needs us," Dustin said.

"Don't listen to them, Bill. I'm the real Y/N. The thing floating above us is It! He's trying to trick you!" Y/N cried.

Bill shook his head. He had just seen It turn into Y/N, hadn't he? This person standing before him was not Y/N. It couldn't be. But then again, It always was messing with his mind.

"Bill!" Eddie yelled. "It's not her!"

"How could you say that, Eds? I promised you I would get you out of here and keep you safe, but now how are you returning the favor? By trying to kill me?" Y/N asked, the words hitting Eddie just right that he stumbled back and had to look down and whisper to himself that it wasn't really her.

Bill shook his head at that, knowing that Y/N would never make a jab at someone like that, especially not Eddie. This wasn't Y/N, but his Y/N needed him.

"You're n-n-not her," Bill repeated, his eyes filling with tears as he gripped his crowbar tightly. "You're the m-m-motherfucker who took her! And now you're g-g-going to pay!"

Y/N went to turn around only for her face to meet Bill's crowbar, the hit making Y/N fall back. The group watched as Y/N began to convulse on the floor before Pennywise suddenly popped up and began to run at them, screams of surprise and terror escaping their lips as they started beating up the clown.

Just behind them, Eleven was finishing off the last demogorgon by lifting it into the air and tossing it so hard against a tree that a crack could be heard. It felt lifeless lay to the ground before the already dead tree fell on top of it.

Richie, Wheeler, Stan, Eleven, Mike, Will, and Ben all shared a nod with each other before turning to join in with the fight against Pennywise. Eleven was calm as she watched the others all beat the clown up while It tried to scratch at them and change into their worst fears.

"Guys," Eleven said, causing them all to look over at her. She smirked and turned her eyes to the clown who growled at her. "I got this."

The others all nodded and took a step back, leaving Pennywise enough room to stand up and glare at Eleven. "You got this?" Pennywise asked. "You got this?" He got deadly serious before his head began to move rapidly. Then, before Eleven could blink, the face of her old Papa was in front of her.

"You don't even know what you're doing, Eleven," the face of Brenner said. "You have a wound, Eleven. A terrible wound. . .and it's festering."

The words were meant to make the girl flinch, but all Eleven did was smirk at the clown, the action making Brenner frown. Eleven then shot her hand up and Brenner went falling back against the ground so hard that Pennywise broke through and Brenner disappeared.

Eleven began to scream and blood was dripping down from her nose as she tossed It up into the air, the others all coming to stand around her as they all glared at the clown. Eleven's screams fell quiet and she squeezed her hand slightly causing the clown to squirm under the pressure as he shifted constantly between their different fears.

But none of them were afraid, so it didn't work. Their love for Y/N was all that they felt and It knew it. It grimaced and shifted back into his clown form while Eleven smirked.

"Mouthbreather."

Eleven then let out a scream and Pennywise yelled before turning into dust right before their very eyes. Eleven fell back and the others were quick to catch her as they watched the dust fall to the ground, each of them relaxing slightly as they realized the fight was over.

From the distance, howls could be heard and Dustin tensed. "It's the demodogs. We've got to go," he said. When no one made a move to go, he looked at them with wide eyes and waved his arms as he said, "Like now!"

The others all blinked out of their shock before getting onto their feet. "How do we get Y/N?" Lucas asked.

"Actually, that won't be very hard," Ben said as he pointed at Y/N who had started to float down, her body still limp as can be.

"I've got her. You guys start running, okay? We're right behind you," Steve said as he ran over to the girl with Bill by his side.

The others hesitated but did as the boy said while Bill and Steve jumped up and grabbed onto Y/N's feet. They pulled her down to the ground and she fell limply to the floor.

"Shit," Steve muttered before he struggled to pull her up. Bill helped and within a minute, they had her in Steve's arms and were running through the forest after the others, none of them noticing that the dust that was Pennywise had started to rise into the air and towards a cloud that flashed red to reveal the Mind Flayer.

The demodogs were getting close by now, their homes and the rustling of leaves sounding as if they were right behind them. "Keep going! We're almost there!" Steve yelled before the tow broke out into the open.

Max and Beverly were waving for the two by the front door of the Well house and they quickly bolted towards that direction before they ran down to the basement with the two red heads.

Everyone was pushing through the portal by the time they reached the bottom and Steve held onto Y/N tightly as he waited for everyone else to get through, his eyes flickering back towards the stairs every couple of seconds to make sure that the demodogs were not coming.

Right when he heard the demodogs breaking into the house was when Steve was finally making his way through the portal. Hands began to pull him and Y/N through before he stumbled out of the portal. Stan and Mike were quick to steady the boy while Eleven rushed to the portal and began to use her powers to close the gate.

"Come on, El! You got this!" Eddie cheered as he stood behind the girl.

"Let's go, El! Almost there!" Max exclaimed as she watched the portal start to close.

The rest of the Losers and the Party quickly joined in cheering on Eleven while Steve looked down at the girl in his arms who he realized wasn't moving.

Eleven finally managed to close the portal and everyone cheered before either high-fiving her or giving the girl a hug. The kids began to celebrate as they realized they had successfully rescued Y/N and been able to close the gate.

Bill smiled at his friends before turning to Steve who was looking at Y/N in concern as he carefully set her on the ground. Bill's smile instantly vanished once he saw Steve's eyes filling with tears as the older boy gently shook the girl and whispered, "Hey, squirt. Come on, wake up."

Bill felt the blood drain from his face as he shoved past the others and over to the girl, falling down to his knees across from Steve. Steve glanced up at Bill, but quickly looked away and tried to hide his tears, not wanting Bill to grow more upset.

Bill's eyes were glued on the girl in front of him while the others all hesitantly walked up behind him. "Why isn't she waking up?" Mike whispered, his eyes searching the faces of his friends frantically while they all shook their heads.

"Y/N?" Bill whispered softly, his head tilting to one side as he reached a hand out and placed it on the girl's arm. "H-H-Hey, you're okay now. Y-Y-You can wake up. You're s-s-safe."

When the girl didn't respond, Bill scooted a little closer and shook her gently. "Y/N?" he whispered again, his voice coming out just a little bit more desperate and concerned.

His eyes flickered up to Steve and he gave the boy a confused look. "Steve, why. . .w-w-why isn't she w-w-waking up?" Bill asked, despite knowing deep down what was happening.

Steve stared at the boy in silence before leaning down and pressing his ear to the girl's chest. He then sat up and put his fingers to her wrist only for nothing to happen.

Steve froze and took a second before finally allowing his tear filled eyes to meet Bill's. That single look was enough to make Bill's face contort in pain as he shook his head.

"No," Bill said, his head shaking as tears filled his eyes. "Sh-Sh-She can't. . .Sh-Sh-She's not. . ." Bill looked down at Y/N as a few tears fell down his cheeks. "I. . .I can't lose h-h-her. I lost my br-br-brother once. . .I c-c-can't lose anyone else. Especially Y/N."

Bill shook the girl again. "Come on, Y/N," he whispered, but when she didn't respond, the boy leaned forward and began to preform CPR.

Everyone was tearing up at this point. Eleven was leaning on Wheeler for support while Max and Beverly held onto each other's arms. Richie squeezed his eyes shut and ran his hands through his hair before muttering, "Fuck." Eddie had a hand on Richie's shoulder and Stan, Ben, and Mike all shared a saddened look while Dustin, Will, and Lucas all stared at the ground with their hands balled into fists.

Steve was silent as he watched Bill who was on the verge of a panic attack. Tears were streaming down Steve's face as he watched Bill and he let out a small sigh and reached out to put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Kid. . ." Steve whispered, his whole body shaking as he tried to keep himself calm, but Bill just shoved Steve away and glared at him.

"No!" Bill yelled, his eyes blazing with a fire as tears streamed down his face. Bill shook his head at Steve before looking down at Y/N and letting out a small sob. "C-C-Come on, Y/N! Damnit! W-W-Wake up!" Bill cried out as he continued the CPR.

He tried for a minute longer before the reality of the situation hit him. Bill let out another sob as he leaned back, his eyes flickering to Y/N's face as he looked at her sadly and whispered, "Pl-Pl-Please. Please don't l-l-leave me."

With shaking hands, Bill moved some hair from Y/N's face before leaning down and pressing a small kiss to her lips, the tears on his cheeks falling onto Y/N's face before he pulled away. His whole body was shaking as he lifted Y/N's body and pulled her into his lap. He held her face against his chest and began to rock back and form as he cradled her close to is body, soft cries leaving his mouth as he realized he was late.

He was too late.

Everyone began to cry at that point and Steve watched Bill sadly before letting out a sob of his own as he put his hands against his eyes and muttered, "Damnit!"

But then a small gasp filled the air and everyone quickly looked up and watched as Y/N's eyes shot open, coughs falling from her mouth as she desperately gasped for air. Bill, who had been holding onto her, jumped back in surprise, scooting away from the girl as he looked at her with wide eyes filled with disbelief.

Y/N coughed for a moment more before blinking a few times and bringing her head up to look around. She was breathing heavily as she met the eyes of her friends who were all staring at her with wide eyes and tear stained faces. Y/N didn't know how she ended up back in the arms of her friends, but it didn't take much for her to know that she was safe now and that Pennywise and the Upside Down were closed off from her again.

Everyone was looking at her in surprise and she could tell by the sad looks on their face that something bad had happened. Eating to lighten the mood, Y/N frowned before asking, "Why do you all look like someone just died?"

Bill was the first to break the silence with his laugh, the tears falling from his eyes now being out of joy as he lunged forward and practically tackled the girl in a hug. Y/N let out a small yelp of surprise but as soon as Bill's familiar scent filled her senses and she felt the warmth of his arms around hers as he dug his face into the crook of her neck, she couldn't help but relax.

Y/N instantly held back onto the boy, letting out a small relief as she closed her eyes. "You came back for me," she finally managed to whisper, not even noticing all the eyes that were watching them and the smiles that were on her friends' faces.

"Always," Bill whispered back as he held onto her tighter. "Always."

It was a moment longer before Bill finally let go of her, knowing that the others wanted nothing more than to hug the girl, but even then, their eyes never left each other for longer than a few seconds at a time.

And it was in that moment, with everyone cheering and hugging Y/N while Bill just smiled lovingly at her from afar that she knew just how loved she was.

Pennywise may know a thing or two about fear, but what he didn't understand was love. And the love the two groups had for one another and for Y/N was the exact reason for his downfall.

"Okay, I love you, Y/N, and I'm loving this whole reunion thing, but we all smell and look like shit," Richie laughed, making the others all chuckle as Y/N returned to Bill's side.

Everyone's eyes flickered over to the girl and she smiled at them. "Let's get out of here then. We can clean up back at my house," she told them.

The others all nodded and began to walk out of the attic and Y/N couldn't help but notice how the groups had all seemed to mingle together. She even saw Wheeler and Richie fist bump each other before exiting the basement side by side.

Y/N smiled at the sight before she felt something wrapping around her shoulders. The girl turned to meet Bill's smiling face as he wrapped his jacket around her, the same one he had been holding on for her since she disappeared.

Y/N smiled and was quick to put the jacket on before leaning into Bill for a quick embrace. The boy smiled down at her and Y/N couldn't help but notice the sharp contrast between the way Pennywise's version of Bill had looked at her and the real Bill that looked at her right now.

The sight made her smile and Bill didn't even stop himself before he leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to the girl's temple causing Y/N to close her eyes and let out a small hum of content.

"Hey, assholes! Quit making out in the creepy house and let's go home!" Richie yelled down to them making the two chuckle.

"Shut the fuck up, Tozier!" Y/N yelled back with a laugh, the sound to Richie's own laughter following not too long after.

Y/N shook her head and glanced at Bill only to find that he was already looking at her with that goofy grin of his on his face. She smiled and reached out before gently taking his hand in her own. "Come on," she whispered.

And with that, the two teens walked up from the basement and out of the house with their friends by their side, leaving the Upside Down and Pennywise behind.

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hey @gnomewithalaptop it’s more Stranger Things ageswap fic

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Mike Harrington has no idea what he’s doing here, out in the woods, alone, where a kid just went missing, in the rain, like an idiot.

He’d rather be home. In the basement. Curled up on the sagging couch with a good Philip K. Dick or Ray Bradbury novel and a big mug of hot chocolate. Doing nothing. But no. He just had to be a good friend, and let Lucas talk him into coming along to the party Max Mayfield’s throwing in the scrapyard in honour of her dad going out of town and leaving his beer fridge unguarded.

“Jennifer Hayes’ll be there,” Lucas had tried, and, “Mike. Seriously. If you don’t go, you’re never getting invited to another party for as long as high school lasts. Do you even know what I had to do to get you invited to this one?” and then finally, “Look. I wouldn’t push it so much, but Dustin’s got that science club thing, and you know Max hangs out with those mouthbreathers Troy and James, and I really don’t want it to be two against one. So can you please, please just come?”

So Mike had made some lame excuse to his dad and Carol about meeting Dustin and Lucas at the library, and set out on his bike for the scrapyard.

He’s pretty sure he could have just told them where he was actually going. Carol doesn’t give a shit what he and Karen do so long as they don’t get arrested, and his dad – his dad would probably give him a pat on the back.

Mike’s heard all the stories about what his dad was like in high school. He’s sat through one too many lectures about trying out for the basketball team and going to the homecoming dance and getting out of the basement and into the fresh air and sunshine and maybe making some friends who care more about girls than goblins. If Mike had said where he was really going, his dad probably would’ve sent him off with a six-pack, and instructions not to come home unless it was with Jennifer Hayes in tow.

Which is…exactly why Mike didn’t tell him.

At least it didn’t end up being two against one, though. Oh, no. No, it ended up being three against one, with Max teaming up with Troy and James to rip on Mike while Jennifer sat in uncomfortable silence by the fire and gave him pitying looks, and Lucas got drunk. Mike, it turns out, hates being drunk. And being around drunk people. It reminds him too much of his mom. Of stuff he’d prefer to forget.

So when he got up to go piss, he walked into the woods and kind of just…kept going.

That was maybe fifteen minutes ago, although Mike can’t read the face of his calculator watch in the dark. It’s started to rain, a fine, steady drizzle, cold and piercing. Nobody’s come looking for him. He hasn’t heard anybody call out for him, either. He’s kind of not surprised. Unfortunately, he can’t seem to stop being disappointed.

At least Dustin’ll get a kick out of this when Mike tells him about it tomorrow –

Something moves in the trees up ahead. Something big.

Mike freezes in place, not daring to even breathe. A string of possibilities race through his head, each more horrible than the last. Something happened to his little sister’s best friend last night, after all –

“Joyce?”

Mike breathes out, as a flashlight beam sweeps through the rain, through the trees. He knows that voice. Not well, but –

“Will?” he calls, and the flashlight beam stops.

“Who’s there?”

Mike steps into the light, raising a hand. He can barely make out the scrawny, lanky shape of Will Byers on the other side of the flashlight, but it’s honestly just such a relief to see somebody he knows instead of an axe murderer. “Hi.”

Will lowers the flashlight, just enough so that it’s not shining right in Mike’s face anymore, just enough so that Mike can see his unfortunate bowl cut and suspicious squint. “Mike Harrington? What are you doing out here?”

Mike gestures vaguely back over his shoulder with one hand. “There was a party. It sucked.”

Will’s squint doesn’t get any less suspicious. Mike can’t blame him. They aren’t really friends, but their little sisters are, and in a school the size of Hawkins High, you know who everybody is. Will must know Mike isn’t exactly the kind of guy who goes out to the woods to get drunk on a Monday night.

Then again, neither is Will. “What’re you doing out here?”

Will waves the flashlight, like it should be obvious. “Looking for my sister. Haven’t you heard? I thought your mom would’ve mentioned, I know my dad went in and reported her missing first thing…”

“We don’t really see my mom anymore,” Mike says. “Except at holidays.” And unannounced late some nights – or maybe it’d be more accurate to call it early some mornings – although that hasn’t happened for a while. “But, yeah. Karen said.”

Will’s shoulders kind of slump. More than before, anyway. Mike’s never really noticed, because, well, it’s Will, who blends into most backgrounds, but – he’s really shot up since middle school. He used to be such a shrimp. Now, he’s almost as tall as Mike. Except, between what Mike remembers about him and the slouch, somehow Mike hadn’t noticed.

He wonders, with a sudden sharp feeling of disorientation, what else he hasn’t noticed about Will Byers.

“Yeah.” Will shakes his head. “I should probably just head home, though. It’s getting pretty late. And it’s so dark. And the rain…”

He just sounds so…defeated. Mike thinks about how Karen had picked at her dinner. About his so-called best friend who hasn’t been able to quit locking lips with Max fucking Mayfield for long enough to even notice Mike is gone. Will’s thin jacket is already dark with water on the shoulders. He must have been out here since before the rain started.

“I’ll help you look,” Mike says, and Will looks at him like a deer in headlights. Like a rabbit caught in a trap, not sure if the human looming over it is here to set it free or shoot it dead.

“What – really?”

Mike shrugs. “Sure. Joyce is my little sister’s best friend. And it’s not like I’m going back to that stupid party.”

Will’s smile is a brief, bright flicker. “Okay.”

…

She runs.

The rain hisses down around her, turning the forest’s carpet of leaves slick as ice. Her own breath is harsh and ragged in her ears, her heart a frantic drumbeat. The wound in her side throbs and burns in time with it, pumping hot blood out over her fingers. There’s a stitch growing there too, stealing her breath.

She can’t stop. She runs.

Her boots slip, and she’s on her knees. Free hand outflung to catch herself against a tree. Barely feels the sting of the palm, bloodied.

Behind her, shouts. The crack of a gunshot.

She scrambles back to her feet. She runs.

…

“…so then, Joyce pops out from under the bed, yelling something about how I’ll never take them alive, and goes rocketing straight for my kneecaps…and anyway, that’s how I ended up with this scar on my chin.”

Will lets out a surprised shout of laughter, one he hastily swallows, like he’s not sure it’s allowed. “Yeah,” he says, though, still grinning. “She’s so quiet and nice at school, nobody ever believes me when I tell them what a little monster she can be.”

“Oh, you want to talk about little monsters? You can’t keep anything in the house that you don’t want Karen finding out about. Dad gave up trying to hide our Christmas presents when she was six. He tried putting out decoys for a couple years, but -”

Will holds up a hand for quiet. Mike stops talking. They both stop walking, too. In the sudden silence, the whisper of the rain through the trees sounds loud, rising and falling almost like human voices on the very edge of hearing.

And then something rustles. Something goes crack.

Mike whirls. So does Will, swinging the flashlight around in a wide, sweeping arc. The rain glitters through the moving beam.

And drips down the pale, startled face of the person skidding to a halt in the trees a few feet away.

For a breathless moment, no one moves. No one speaks. The – girl? Girl – standing in the trees, staring at them like they are axe murderers, is about their age, but she isn’t anyone Mike’s ever seen before. He’s pretty sure he’d remember if any of the girls at school had a shaved head. Or wore that much black eye makeup.

“Mike,” Will says, urgently, sounding worried, and Mike takes his eyes from the girl’s wide ones just long enough to glance over. “She’s – you’re bleeding!”

The girl’s eyes flick down. Mike follows her gaze, sees that the arm she’s wrapped around her middle is clutching at her left side, under her oversized black leather jacket, just at the bottom of her ribs.

And Will’s right. There’s a huge dark stain spreading across the pale grey knit of her sweater, under her hand. Mike can’t tell, in the flashlight’s glare, if her nails are painted black or if they’re just coated in gore.

“Whoa,” Mike blurts. “That’s a lot of blood.” He looks around. He’s not sure how far they’ve walked, but – “The road should be around here somewhere. We can probably flag somebody down. Or – Will, we can take her back to your house, right? Then we can call an ambulance, get her to a hospital -”

“No!”

“What?”

The girl leans heavily against the nearest tree, hunching over. She’s breathing hard, from running and also probably pain. But she manages, “No…hospital.”

Will frowns in confusion at the girl’s words. “Mike’s right. That’s a lot of blood. You might really be hurt, and I only know first aid…”

“Why don’t you want to go to a hospital?” Mike asks, and the girl’s eyes flick to him. Her glare is, frankly, terrifying. The raccoon eyes don’t help. “What are you? A criminal? A bank robber? A murderer?”

The girl doesn’t take her eyes off Mike’s face. Her voice is low and full of menace, even though Mike’s starting to seriously wonder if she’d fall over if she tried to take a step. “Yes.”

Mike probably has a deathwish, or something. “So which one is it? Bank robber? Murderer?”

If either Dustin or Lucas were here, they’d be hissing at him to shut up. But Will doesn’t. He’s just looking at the girl.

Mike thinks he really should’ve expected it when Will asks, all intense, “Do you know where my sister is?”

The girl looks back and forth between them, disbelief clear on her narrow face. Mike can’t blame her. He can’t actually believe himself and Will either. “…sister?”

“Joyce. She’s twelve. Dark hair. Looks a lot like me?” Will takes in the girl’s confusion, and says, “She’s missing. The last place anybody saw her was on the road up here. Have you seen her?”

The girl shakes her head no. She’s swaying, now, Mike notices, those piercing eyes starting to droop. “They got…another one?”

“What?” Mike and Will start talking at once, over each other.

“Who are they? What do you mean, ‘they got another one’?”

“Who has my sister?”

The girl doesn’t answer. She just sways, one more time, and then topples face-first to the ground.

This time, there isn’t anything coherent in Mike and Will’s shouts. The flashlight beam sweeps crazily over the carpet of leaves as they both scramble over to the fallen girl. She doesn’t react when Will rolls her over onto her back, the arm that had been clutching her side flopping over into the dirt to reveal the bloody hole in her sweater – and her side.

“Oh my god,” Will mutters, under his breath, as he peels back her enormous jacket and yanks up the sweater to get a better look at the wound. “This - this looks like somebody shot her. Mike? Can you help me get this jacket off her?”

Mike doesn’t answer. His attention’s been caught by something else.

“Mike?” There’s an edge of annoyance creeping into Will’s voice.

Wordlessly, Mike holds up the girl’s limp arm. Shows Will the tattoo inked into the inside of her pale wrist.

011.

“What is that?” Will asks. Mike shakes his head.

“I think…this might be the reason she didn’t want to go to a hospital.” He looks up, into the trees, in the direction the girl had come from. But all he sees is still, whispering darkness.

He makes a decision.

“Can you do anything to help with that?” he asks Will, with a nod towards the girl’s injured side.

“If you can tear some strips off the bottom of your shirt, I can bandage it up so it won’t bleed so much,” Will says, dabbing carefully at the girl’s side with a clean edge of her sweater. “I don’t think it’s as bad as it looks. She just got grazed. But it bled a lot.”

“Great,” Mike says, shrugging off his windbreaker and pulling his tee shirt over his head. “If you can get her fixed up enough to move – I know somewhere safe we can take her. Somewhere where whoever’s after her won’t find her.”

“How do you know somebody’s after her?”

Mike looks down at the number tattooed on the girl’s wrist again. Thinks of a plastic hospital bracelet wrapped around another too-skinny, pale wrist. With a name printed on it.

To identify. To track.

“Call it a hunch,” he says.

#this is mary's fic tag #stranger things #i'm sort of just throwing scenes down onto paper as they come to me there still is not a full coherent plot #stranger things ageswap au tag

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