#steve harrington x sinclair!reader

[eddiesblklvr]

white coded fics be like: “he runs his fingers through your long silky hair, massaging your scalp until you fall into a deep slumber”

my black ass, my head wrap, and my bonnet:

[violetpixiedust]

something angsty tonight for steve x sinclair!reader. no descriptions of hair, skin tone, or body type however. up to interpretation. season!one steve vibes.

part 02

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“this was a mistake..”

steve awoke from the sound of his own voice with a trembling start, shooting up from the frigid comfort of his bedsheets as he choked on his own gasp. salty tears began to burn within the corners of his twin black eyes, causing the sun kissed boy to wince painfully at the ache of his broken nose, wearily coming to in the dim outdoor pool lighting that seeped into his dark bedroom.

he hadn’t meant it. he really hadn’t.

he was such an idiot.

weighted flakes of ivory delicately fluttered down to the thin layer of snow currently blanketing the small town of hawkins. the warm, multi-coloured lights that decorated the outside of the sinclair home twinkled throughout the washed lavender night sky, contributing to the neighbourhood’s holiday cheer. inside, frank sinatra’s “merry little christmas” echoed throughout the home as the record spun along the glossy sage turn table in the downstairs den. mrs. sinclair was currently abusing the family video copy of dirty dancing for the fourth time that week while mr. sinclair was on a business trip in tokyo, a glass of white wine in her soft grasp. the crackle of lucas’s walkie talkie echoed throughout the upstairs hallway from his open bedroom, dustin’s lispy voice excitedly talking about their plans for christmas break that started the day after tomorrow. erica’s voice echoed from the study down the hall, gossiping with tina about the students in their fifth grade class.

you usually loved the romantic atmosphere of hawkins in the wintertime. each shop along downtown’s strip sparkled from the glow of their christmas lights, while each lamppost was decorated with a wreath or large red bows. the rush of skipping class to sled down the vast hills near the trailer park, the freezing satisfaction of seeing your snow angel’s reflection. drinking hot cocoa after skating across the icy lake, cuddling up by the fire as billie holiday soothingly serenaded you in her alto pitched voice. then, all of a sudden, george michael brought you to your feet, causing you to giggle and tumble to the floor with your friends as the lot of you tripped over your dance moves, landing in front of the half decorated christmas tree in heaps of tangled limbs and laughter.

however, you were currently cuddled in your soft cream coloured pyjama set, soaking into the small semblance of warmth that your light pink sheets and duvet provided. your makeup bled into your pillowcases as you thought about what steve had said to you earlier that day at school, a wave of embarrassment and nausea coursing through you once more, causing you to half-choke on the tears that dripped down your throat, straining to be silent.

you didn’t want anybody to hear you.

steve trembled on your door step, unbeknownst to you, clutching onto a bouquet of roses he had managed to snag from the mini mart on his way to your home just before the shop had closed. his light grey jacket did nothing to protect him from the icy chill of winter in hawkins, the tears by his eyes stinging with each whip of below zero air. shakily, his bruised fingers managed to ring the doorbell, gulping when he heard your mother’s slippered footsteps echo from the other side of the door. fuck, he should have expected this-

“steve? oh my- honey, what happened-?” steve felt more than embarrassed in front of your mother at that moment in time. you hadn’t even told her what happened. were you even home? he simply sniffled, pinching his nose unconsciously to prevent himself from sobbing, hissing once he remembered what had happened to it. “steve, my love, come in-“ steve avoided the elder woman’s kind eyes- so akin to yours, as she pulled his limp body into the doorway, a shiver crawling up his spine when the heat of the sinclair home hit his icy cheeks, causing them to flush a vibrant shade of red. “sweethea-?” your mother sounded confused, hesitant even, her kind voice tilted to the staircase. the elder boy at the door kept his sore gaze glued onto his nikes, noticing the speckles of blood there from when he had been punched.

“what are you doing here?” it wasn’t until he had heard your soprano voice that steve’s head unconsciously snapped up to look at you, stood at the middle of the staircase. his fail safe expression softened at the smudged mascara and messy lipstick stain that riddled your doll like features. your plush lips parted with a gasp, with concern, almost as if you had forgotten that you said you were done with him earlier this afternoon.

that you hated him.

to be fair, he hated himself too.

“m-mom, c-could you please grab the first-aid kit?” your usually bubbly and airy voice was now raspy, sore, as if you had been sobbing the whole afternoon, stuttering like you were scared of him now. steve quickly averted his gaze back to his shoes as your mother looked between you both, roses limp within his grasp as they practically kissed the floor. your mother cleared her throat lightly without a word, mumbling a “my gosh” under her breath as she quickly climbed up the stairs to retrieve the kit.

he followed your bunny slippers to the kitchen, wordlessly sitting down at the kitchen table as you prepared a wash cloth sacrifice. steve winced as your mother half-carelessly plopped the kit onto the wooden table top next to his cellophane wrapped apology, immediately giving you a kiss on the head as she murmured something into your ear that he couldn’t make out.

steve felt sick.

once your mother had left the kitchen, dirty dancing raised in volume as it played from the living room at the opposite end of the house. you carefully sat atop the table in front of him, and steve felt the blood pound through his ear drums, breath hitching as your manicured hand gently cupped his chin, as if he were made of glass, as if you didn’t hate him like you promised you did, tilting it up so he would look at you.

your doe eyes watched him carefully for a moment, studying him, almost reluctantly which caused the pit in his stomach to deepen, before you raised the worn washcloth to his face, pausing as if silently communicating “this will sting.”

and steve hoped that his expression whispered back. “i deserve it.”

unfortunately, the weighted silence between you two couldn’t have prepared him for the searing pain that bloomed from the middle of his face, grunting out a wince as you quickly pulled back, apologetic. as if any of this had been your fault.

jesus, what was wrong with him?

“i-i’m sorry.” steve finally broke, finally being able to look you in the eye. he hated the sight of crystal beginning to blur your wide pupils, sniffling as he grabbed your hand with both of his bruised ones before you could pull away, engulfing it as he held it to his chest, wheezing. “i’m so fucking sorry, angel. please-“ finally, the dam broke, his guilt finally bubbling over as he sobbed unabashedly, his long chestnut locks forming paint strokes over his eyes as he held your hand to his mouth, placing kiss after kiss onto your knuckles as he weeped. “i didn’t mean it-“

warm tears free fell from your waterline, burning against the soft skin of your cheeks that had been rubbed raw with denial after denial after denial, stinging on the way down as mascara clumped your lashes. you sniffle, an awful, wet sound filling the kitchen that you would have giggled embarrassedly at had you not been so hurt by the boy in front of you. how could he have done what he did today if he loved you? how could he have spoken to you that way?

“steve-“ you whimper, hoping that your family couldn’t hear you over their collective noise, hoping they wouldn’t walk in to see your resolve breaking beneath steve’s heartbreaking gaze. your voice fell into a pleading whisper. “steve, please let go-“

“no!” steve gasped, desperately falling to his knees along the tile with a screech of his chair, wrapping his strong arms around your calves, nearly skin to skin as his cheek pressed into your knees, staining your cream lounge pants with wet scarlet. “please, baby. i’ll do anything. please- please don’t let me go, please.” you realized then that your delicate fingers were threaded through steve’s silky strands, instinctive. you heard him sniffle, whispering heartbreakingly under his breath as he hugged your lower half tightly, as if you’d disappear beneath his fingertips. “please don’t leave, please don’t leave, please don’t leave..”

you bit your bottom lip harshly, the metallic taste of blood filling your mouth as you watched the boy you love break in front of you. the sight of his beautiful face blotched with plum, burgundy, and olive made your heart weep. you pushed your trembling fingers through his hair, lightly scratching behind his ears as your thumbs rubbed his temples. instantly he shuddered, broad shoulders practically dropping to the floor as he relaxed under your touch, arms however only tightening around you. “stevie, baby,” he whimpered at the nickname, fearing the worst as your soprano voice sweetened, nearly replicating the tone you had used when you first met him all those months ago, kind and angelic. “you gotta get up for me. i need to clean you up-“

“no.” steve’s bambi gaze glimmered with tears, rubbed raw as shades of pink peaked through the whites of his eyes when he stared up at you. “no, please. i deserve it. baby, i deserve it, please just- just say you didn’t mean it when you said you hated me.” steve whimpered as he pleaded. “please.” his bass voice was two octaves higher as he begged without shame. as if impressing everyone at school today suddenly hadn’t mattered to him, as if he had taken a moment to consider whether or not he would undeservingly punish you when he did what he did. as long as he was protected, as long as he was respected, as long as he was king steve by the end of it.

you didn’t answer, instead swallowing the lump in your throat as you quietly pulled your fingers from his hair, holding your hands out of his reach as he fruitlessly attempted to grasp onto them. “say what carol said wasn’t true.” steve’s expression fell at your whisper, paling when he remembered carol’s cackling, her taunting, her tattling. steve turned his gaze to the kitchen stove, running a large hand over his mouth as he sighed helplessly, missing the way you bit back a sob. your mother stood in the doorway behind steve as she gazed at you with a type of sympathy only a woman who had lived it would, clenching her fists nervously but determinedly as she interrupted for both of your sake’s.

“i think you should go home now, steven.”

[kaylawritesfics]

Hii could u do a headcanon of steve with a sincair reader? :)

Dating Steve Harrington and Being a Sinclair

summary: what it’s like to date steve and be a sinclair kid !!

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader (sinclair!reader)

warnings: swearing

note: sorry this took so long !! i hope you love it :) tagging @racyreverie because they also requested this !!

Steve is absolutely enamored by you the moment he sees you !!

You’re just so gorgeous and you have the prettiest smile and the cutest eyes and he’s positive he’s in love

You would always bring your little sister, Erica, into Scoops Ahoy for ice cream

Steve would always insist on being the one to take your order. Robin always teases him the moment you and Erica walk in the door.

He starts stuttering and stumbling and he basically makes a complete fool out of himself. He’s definitely not the “King Steve” you remember from high school.

You heard about Steve pretty frequently from your brother, Lucas, and his friends, who basically worshipped Steve.

Eventually, Steve works up his courage and (with a little push from Robin) asks you out.

He shows up at your door with flowers, ready to take you on the best date of your life.

Then, Erica opens the door.

You could hear her interrogation of Steve from your room. By the time you make it to the door to greet Steve, he’s flustered and looks like he ran a mile.

Despite his nerves (and many threats from your little sister), he manages to take you on a very cute date. He sets up a cute little picnic at the park for you (with Dustin’s help of course).

Lucas is a little weirded out by your relationship with Steve. He’s not the closest with Steve and he finds it pretty awkward.

Sometimes, when Lucas gets up to get a glass of water, he’ll catch Steve sneaking out of your room well past midnight. It’s definitely awkward.

He eventually warms up to it, though.

Erica, on the other hand, makes it very clear to Steve that if he ever hurts you, he’ll face her wrath.

He does eventually win her over when he offers her free ice cream whenever she wants. Her and her friends take full advantage of it.

Your parents love Steve !! He’s polite and he’s courteous and he’s just the sweetest guy ever.

Steve is very good with parents so I feel like everyone’s parents would just love him !!

Steve is invited to family dinner at least once a week. He’s very thankful that your family likes him.

Dustin gives Lucas so much shit about your relationship with Steve.

Steve loves you and your family so much !! It’s a major bonus that your family loves him just as much as you do :)

[emsgoodthinkin]

Thinking about being all sweaty, hot and bothered by Steve and Eddie with their black girlfriend dancing in between them, grinding and whining all up on them in the club to the songs “a lil bit” by 50 cent and “Freek-a-leek”. They’re the horniest they’ve ever been in their lives because, they’ve never been with a black girl before; and you’re a different kinda sexy..🥴🥴💦

Reblogs appreciated:>

[stranger-fanfiction-n-things]

CHAPTER 1: THE VANISHING OF WILL BYERS

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: Meet the Sinclair Family!

Word Count: 1602

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PROLOGUE || PART I || PART II

Monday November 7, 1983 - SINCLAIR RESIDENCE

The shrill of my alarm clock wakes me out of my sleep. Reluctantly, I reach over my bed pressing the top of the clock to stop the alarm. I roll onto my back staring up at the ceiling. Last night I dreamed I was on Fame dancing before Debbie Allen. Her character, Lydia Grant told me I should audition for Juilliard. 

You've got big dreams? You want fame? Well, fame costs. And right here is where you start paying ... in sweat.

I count down from five in my head, mentally preparing myself for the day ahead. Flipping the warm covers off, I shiver at the chill running through my body. Although the days have been relatively warm, the past couple of days, it was winter in Hawkins. After making up my bed, I go straight to my closet rummaging through my clothes to find an outfit and settle on a pair of black denim jeans, a light pink button up shirt, a thick white cardigan and black penny loafers. I neatly place my clothes on my bed and shoes on the carpet before tiptoeing towards the door. I wince at the loud creak as I open my door, peeking my head through the small gap. My eyes dart towards the bathroom. It was empty. 

It was a battle every morning for the bathroom Lucas, Erica and I all shared. No one was allowed in Mom and Dads en suite bathroom. I grab my towel on the hanger behind my door and scurry to the bathroom before I got caught in the crossfire between Lucas and Erica. 

Closing the door behind me and hanging my towel on the rack beside the shower. I quickly turn the shower on to let Lucas and Erica know I was in the bathroom then lean over the basin inspecting my appearance in the large mirror. I sigh in disappointment. Yet another morning without a liberal amount of breasts. Mom says they’ll grow when I least expect it and she didn’t have breasts until eleventh grade. I saw her old high school year book. It was a bold lie. I am severely lacking. I know I’m small for my age and its annoying when strangers ask if Lucas and I were twins. I roll my eyes. I am four years older than Lucas. If I had bigger breasts, no one would question my age. 

I snort combing my fingers through my hair. What I lacked in breasts and height, I made up for in hair. I have a lot of hair. More than I knew what to do with. I got it from Dads side of the family. Thick, curly and long. My jet-black hair is the longest it’s ever been, falling down to my waist. I also inherited Dads body hair. I had a unibrow until seventh grade and begged mom to pluck my eyebrows the night before picture day and haven’t looked back since. My arms are hairy and Erica never failed to point it out. Erica noticed everything. From my sideburns to the faint hairs above my lips that I now wax off. Coming to terms with what I lack and made up for, I quickly pull off my clothes, chucking them into my slot of the hamper. 

The smell of pancakes and bacon fill my nose when I open the bathroom door. I can hear my parents shuffling about downstairs, bacon sizzling on the pan. Steam in the bathroom evaporates mixing hot and cool air. My skin prickles with goosebumps as I tuck my towel close to my body padding to my room. I am halfway down the hall when a body bumps into me hard. I shriek catching my towel before it fell and whip my head behind me. 

“Sorry!” Lucas calls out slamming the bathroom door. Erica runs out of her room bumping into me. Not enough for my towel to slip out my hand, but enough to make me stumble back. Was I a ghost? 

“I told you I was after Diana, nerd!” 

Lucas cackles. “What? I can’t hear you!”   

Erica snarls and stomps to the door. “Get. Out. Now.” She shouts, hitting the door with each word. 

I roll my eyes and continue to walk to my room, closing the door behind me before Mom came. The real battle will start and I don’t want to be anywhere near it. 

Before the summer holiday, Nancy, Barbara and I made a pact to elevate our looks going into sophomore year. I convinced Mom to let me get bangs like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance and Nancy, Barbara and I went shopping every other weekend. Barbara was the only one out of us three to get her license because she turned sixteen and her parents bought her a cute car for her to drive around town in. I tied half my hair up in a high ponytail with a pink scrunchie, combing my fingers through my curls. Taking a step back, I admired my outfit of the day in the mirror, smiling at my new clothes. 

I look at my eyebrows in my vanity mirror, checking to see if Mom missed any hairs. She plucked my eyebrows last night after my shower. Turning my head side to side, I inspect my face for any blemishes. My skin is flawless and smooth. Lucas, Erica and I all have perfect skin. Grandma Giselle says it’s because she made my mom bathe us in buttermilk when we were babies. I don’t know how true that is, but I am thankful for it. 

I touch my cheeks, wishing I could wear a little blush to look more mature. I’m not allowed to wear makeup to school. Dad is strict about that. Mom is usually my shortcut through to him, but even she agrees with Dad. No makeup to school until I turn sixteen. I’m already short and small with no breasts. And to top it all off, I have a baby face. I never lost my chubby cheeks and when I smile, my eyes disappear. I need makeup or at least mascara. I’m not even allowed to wear lipstick unless it’s for performances. I sigh, blowing my bangs up in the air. 

By the time I go downstairs the table is set with pancakes and bacon on each plate. A pitcher of orange juice and a carton of milk are on the table as well. Mom is finishing up with our lunches and Dad is over the stove scrambling eggs, humming a tune. 

“Morning!” I greet, putting my book bag and shoes by the stairs. 

“Morning sweetheart.” 

“Good Morning.” 

Mom and Dad say at the same time. I sit down in my usual spot when I hear Lucas and Erica bustling down the stairs. 

“You two better stop all that noise this morning.” Mom scolds. 

“Erica won’t leave me alone.” Lucas responds, pulling out the chair across from me. 

“That’s because you’re a freak.” Mom shoots Erica a look. 

“Well, he is,” she mutters under her breath, sitting in the chair in between Lucas and I. 

Dad turns around, hot skillet in hand and goes around the table spooning eggs on everyone’s plate except for mine. I hate eggs. I cringe at the smell picking up my fork. Lucas snatches the maple syrup from the centre of the table pouring a small amount on his pancakes. He then passes the bottle to me which I accept with a smile. Erica loves to drown her pancakes in syrup leaving us with almost nothing to use. Mom and Dad finally sat in their chairs, Dad beside me and Mom beside Lucas. Dad opens the newspaper and begins to read as he does every morning. 

“Just a reminder, Barbara and I will be studying for chemistry at Nancy’s after school today.” I say to Mom and Dad, slicing through a fluffy pancake. 

“Will you be home for dinner?” Mom asks, adding sugar to her coffee. 

 “I’m not sure yet, but I should be.” 

“When you get back, how about we drive around the block a couple of times.” Dad said, glancing over his newspaper. 

I wrinkle my nose in discomfort. In the summer I got my learner’s permit and Dad has been forcing me to drive ever since. Going to the grocery store? I have to drive. Accompanying an errand run? I have to drive. Going to school? I have to drive. Lately, mom will let me stop once we were at the end of Dearborn and Maple and swap places with me driving all the way to school. Whether it was because she feared for her life and my siblings life or she was saving me from doing something I clearly didn’t want to do, was up for debate. It all came down to one thing: I was a terrible driver. 

“Diana can’t drive, dad.” Lucas says with a grin. Erica snickers into her cup of milk. 

Mom shoots Lucas a look and he bites into his pancake avoiding her glare. My cheeks warm. I glance at Mom silently begging her to help me. 

“She needs to study, Charles.” Mom says. “Kaminsky’s tests are known for being really hard, isn’t that right Diana?” 

“Yes. Yes, they are.” I nod. “I need to study as much as possible.” 

Dad looks at Mom and then at me. I wait with baited breath for his answer. 

“Tomorrow then.” 

I try not to look too relieved and bite into a piece of bacon. From the corner of my eye, Erica is shaking, trying not to laugh. 

[haileymunson]

random steve headcanons

steve harrington x reader

a/n: NSFW under da cut baddies *mwah* hope you enjoy!

sfw:

when he worked at scoops ahoy he’d buy you ice cream if you came while he worked and would make you your favorite ice cream after his shift when you picked him up

when he worked at the video store, despite him constantly getting distracted he’ll let you wander around the store and find movies the top of you can watch

if you love going to parties obviously he’s taking you to all of them. if you don’t, he has no problem leaving them early or not going to them at all, as long as you at least pop in to the bigger ones

his friends from season 1 were huge jerks, and after the events of season 1 and him graduating, he doesn’t talk to them anymore

he would consider Nancy, Eddie, and Robin his friends. is a little uncomfortable and uneasy around Johnathan but will be respectful

he will 100% give you his sweaters and jackets and hoodies. they fit you like a dress and he swoons seeing you wear his clothes

if the both of you met before he graduated, you didn’t really know him but he kind of knew you around. you didn’t really appreciate his attitude and the shitty people he hug around

if you met after he graduated he’s definitely a lot nicer and more courteous. he isn’t a huge jerk and even though he has a track record of many ladies he’s been with, seeing and getting to know you somehow made him want you to be his forever and last girl he was with

late night drives listening to popular 70s-80s songs, drive ins where he’s probably coaxing you to make out with him, as bad as you actually want to see the movie, cute mall dates in his uniform (the scoops ahoy uniform >>>>>>)

as he is a fan of the ladies, this man can be very charismatic and charming

romantic candlelit dinners, cute walks near the lake and maybe listening to soft music while at lovers lake ;)

reading books or watching the movies you rented while cuddling and holding hands

he takes you to fairs and wins you a buttload of stuffed animals, rides all of the big rides with you, gets you whatever you want to eat but not too much or you’ll throw up, and takes you on the ferris wheel as the both of you watch the fireworks if y’all are there on the fourth of july

imagine him being nervous to meet your parents for the first time, so the first time he sneaks in your house you can hear him throwing pebbles on you window and he’s outside your window with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand

going to the park together and after a good picnic, he brings you home while giving you a piggyback ride and joyfully singing the lyrics to your favorite songs together

if you go to college or you’re both still in high school, he’ll leave you cute and motivational messages in your lunch, your textbooks, or your notes (literally anywhere he’ll know you’ll see it)

cute slow mornings together with his pretty brown hair sprawled all over either of your pillows, slowly starting the morning with slow pecks and gentle cuddling and brushing your teeth and getting ready together

as i said he can be charismatic and charming, but his dad jokes are out of the world corny yet he manages to make you laugh anyways

is the type to hold your hold and touch a part of your body during a conversation, and also can be very attentive and focused on what you’re saying if you’re talking about something important or rambling

loves when you play with his hair and in general your hands in his hair makes him melt

if you like high school steve, going to his basketball games and cheering him on while he looks for you in the crowd, blowing you a kiss and giving you a wink when he finds you

i feel like homie’s love languages are gift giving, touch, and quality time

loves when you hold his face with your hands and kiss him passionately and vice versa

it’s rare when he feels insecure or not confident, but when the time comes you’re always there to reassure him and tell him how much you love him. as for when you feel insecure, he’s the exact same way except things usually end sexually lol

gets really angry and hostile when someone tries to insult you or talk bad about you. will fight anyone who tries to defy or look down on you

he’s cute when he wants to be, and when he is he notices little quirks and things about you

want to memorize every curve, every mole, every freckle, every stretch mark and everything about and on you

even though you might know share the same interests, he’ll make it his mission to be as interested and try his best to understand whatever it is that brings you joy since you do the same with him

he’ll try to whisper jokes to you while in lectures or class

he’ll walk you to your classes and pick you up / drop you home

if you’re in high school or college, the both of you will do homework together and study together. if you can’t be together neither of you have a problem with staying on the phone for hours together studying

speaking of studying together……;)

nsfw:

he’s a dom. argue with your muva.

is a soft!dom

king of aftercare BYE

holds hands with you in missionary or while making out

can be rough, soft, passionate, or lazy

CONSENT KING, literally will not do anything unless he’s asked you and he knows it’s okay for him to do

^ despite him being a head pusher once he’s comfortable with you and knows your limits ofc

pull his hair pls and thank yew

is a humongous tease buy lordt don’t tease him because he’ll make you regret it with the most insane back shots

inforces a no pants rule when you move in together

loves to give you praise

“you look so fucking good baby,” “fuck just like that princess,” “such a good girl for me,” “you like that?,” “i want to make you feel so good baby,” “just like that babygirl don’t you dare fucking stop,” “come ‘ere,” “you’re so fucking pretty baby,” “don’t hide from me princess i wanna see your face when you come,” “you can take me baby,” “I love the way you look when i’m inside you”

and loves to hear you praise him

“am i doing good baby?,” “right there? you want me to fuck you right there?,” “you want it like that, huh?,” “do i make you feel good baby?,” “how do you want it love, tell me,” “you want me to keep fucking you?”

lowkey i’m not sure if he’d be into threesomes or sharing you. he’s very overprotective and doesn’t like sharing

late night car sex in his car because why not lol

definitely took you to lovers lake to make love to you lol

likes to experiment

is definitely into quickies but loves to take his time with you

would die if you asked him to let him fuck your throat

you would die if he asked you to sit on his face

likes when you mark him up with your nails and with hickies

loves to give you hickies all over your thighs, breasts, and neck

gives the best head HOLY-

his soft lips and insatiable tongue are a deadly combo

[trailerprk-princess]

—dating steve harrington | steve harrington x fem!reader

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warnings: nsfw, mentions of marijuana, & not edited. mdni!! nsfw under the cut!!

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he will most definitely call u pretty girl. i dont see him using anything else

"you like that, pretty girl?"

yk how down bad he is for nancy??? thats how he is with u

def keeps a poloroid pic of u in his wallet

most def has a praise kink (both recieving & giving)

love language? words of affirmation & gift giving

"youre such a good girl for me {:"

he LOVES doing your hair!!! he has like every product imaginable & would just get mad at u for using cheap shampoo & conditioner (if youre poc i can def see him trying to learn how to do ur hair!!)

he is the type of person to go to ur house & hold a boombox above his head

lends u his favorite cds/vinyls

LOVES smoking weed with u!!!

def really protective bc hes scared of losing u like he did w nancy

type of person who likes matching halloween costumes esp when going to parties so everyone knows youre his

free icecream from scoops ahoy!!! he doest even pay for it, he steals it from work😭😭

type of person to make sure that youre getting the most pleasure out of sex than himself

"steve, i wanna help u out too ):"

in highschool he hung a hand written note from u in his locker

if u ever get mad at him, he will try to make it up to u by buying u flowers

steals ur scrunchies a lot to put up his own hair

he will not be rough w u during sex bc hes too scared he'll hurt u & hes just not that into it tbf

hes 100% vanilla. but would be down to try out some things once depending how rough it is, yk???

keeps the simplest things u will give him no matter how little value it has

the KING of head!!

would teach u how to use the bat if anything happened while he wasnt there

i feel like dustin would get mad jealous at first of u bc you were taking up all of steves time

in highschool he would slip notes in ur locker

tbh you'd probably had to do a lot of his homework in highschool so he could graduate😭😭

another highschool thing is you guys probably wouldve been prom queen & king

this man is the cheesiest mf youll ever meet

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[parkerslatte]

Long Time Coming

Steve Harrington x Fem!Sinclair!Reader

Word Count: 8.5k

Summary: For as long as he knew what love was, Steve Harrington loved Y/N Sinclair. However, Y/N Sinclair takes a little longer to realise her feelings for the Harrington boy. 

Warnings: mention of injury, mention of blood, cheating(?)

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For as long as he could remember, Steve had been in love with Y/N Sinclair. Until they were partnered for a class project, the two had only spoken a couple of times - and both of those were initiated by Steve himself. Despite not talking or interacting much at all, Steve would sometimes find himself gazing across the cafeteria to Y/N as she talked and laughed with her friends. He thought she had the most beautiful smile in the world. 

Y/N, however, thought Steve was an arrogant douchebag. The couple of times they did talk before they were partnered up, Y/N couldn't wait for the conversation to be over. He would approach her like they were friends - to which they most definitely were not. However, Y/N soon came to learn that she severely misjudged Steve’s character. 

***

November 1982

Y/N's head rested on her hand as names were being called out for their class project. As more and more names were read out by their teacher, she hoped that she was partnered with someone she would at least get along with. All of her friends were already in a pairing and it was down to the final four names.

“Y/N Sinclair,” Her teacher called her name out, causing the girl to straighten up in her seat, “You are partnered with Steve Harrington.”

Y/N’s shoulders fell slightly as the name of her partner was read out. Steve Harrington, the most popular boy in school, was her partner for their presentation. 

Y/N turned to her friend sat next to her, “Looks like I’m doing the whole presentation.”

From across the classroom, Steve was trying to conceal a smile as it was revealed who his partner was. The girl he had fancied for a while. As his eyes fell on her, he noticed the way her shoulders deflated as his name was read out. And he definitely didn’t notice the way she turned to her friend and whispered a comment that made them both laugh before Y/N turned to look at Steve and their eyes locked. 

Just as Steve was about to smile at the girl, the bell for the end of class rang, causing Y/N to break eye contact to pack away her notebook. 

***

It was the end of the day and Y/N was collecting some things she needed from her locker. The hall was practically vacant now, besides the few people still mingling about. Shutting her locker, Y/N was  greeted to the sight of Steve Harrington leaning against the locker next to hers. Not expecting it, it caused her to nearly jump out of her skin. 

“Harrington!” Y/N exclaimed, “You scared the shit out of me!”

Steve put his hands up in surrender, “Sorry, didn’t mean to.”

“Then why are you lurking by my locker, you do realise school is over right, you are free to go to your next big party.” Y/N says, and begins walking down the hall.

“Wait!” Steve says, hastily following after her, “I thought that we could work on our project, y’know get a head start on it.” 

Y/N stopped in her tracks, “Hang on, you, Steve Harrington - King Steve. Most popular guy in the school - wants to get a head start on a project that isn’t due in for a month.”

“What’s so weird about that?” Steve questioned.

“Oh nothing,” Y/N shrugged and began walking down the hall again, “Just for the last group assignment, you left Valerie to do it all and contributed by putting your name on it. I just thought that it’d be the same this time around.”

“It won’t be at all,” Steve said, following her out the school and to her car, “I want to do well on this project.”

“Why this project and not all the previous ones?” Y/N questioned.

“Just because I want to try and do better at school in general.” Steve said. Of course this was only about ten percent of the truth, the full truth was that he wanted to spend as much time with Y/N as possible. 

Y/N looked at him like she didn’t quite believe him, “Okay Harrington, be at my house at 7 sharp,” She wrote her address down on a bit of paper, “If you’re any later you’re not coming in.”

“I’ll be there.” Steve smiled at her before Y/N climbed into her car and drove away, leaving Steve to smile down at the slip of paper in his hands. 

***

It was six fifty eight and Steve was yet to show up. Part of Y/N was hoping he didn’t so she didn’t have to spend time alone with Steve Harrington but part of her was hoping that he would show up so she could get a head start on her project. Despite her not agreeing with most things Steve did, she did agree that getting a head start on their project was a good idea. 

The time was not six fifty-nine and Steve had a minute to get there otherwise she would not let him in - she was serious about that part. Y/N counted down the seconds in her head to seven o’clock. Just as she started, the doorbell rang. Being the only one in the house with her parents being out for a date night, Lucas being at Mike’s and Erica was at a sleepover, Y/N left her room and wandered down to the front door. She opened it to reveal Steve Harrington. 

“One minute to spare.” Y/N said, letting him into her house, surprised that he had actually shown up. 

“Yeah, I would’ve been here about ten minutes ago but I thought that I would stop to get some snacks for us while we work on our project.” Steve says, pulling a variety of snacks out of his bag, balancing them in his hands, “Then once I paid, I realised that I only had like ten minuted to get here or I’d be locked out, so I might’ve broken a couple of speed limits.”

Y/N couldn’t help but feel a little touched by Steve’s gesture. She gave him a small smile and thanked him for the snacks and led him upstairs to her room to start their project.

***

“No, come on, those colours don’t go well together.” Steve said. 

“What? Red and greed don’t go together?” Y/N questioned.

“Well they do, but only if you want our presentation to look like Christmas,” Steve chuckled, “I say we just stick to black and white, you can’t go wrong.”

“We don’t want it to look boring, Harrington.” Y/N said, throwing a sweet at his forehead. 

“And we don’t want it to look like Christmas, Sinclair.” Steve said. 

“Fine, why don’t we compromise and do a white and red colour scheme, you get one colour you wanted, I get one colour I wanted.” Y/N said. 

Steve pretended to think about it for a moment, “Hmmm…”

“Don’t pretend to think about it Steve!” Y/N laughed, shoving the boy, “You know that my compromise was a good idea.”

“Okay, it was a good idea!” Steve laughed along with her. 

Y/N let her eyes drift over to the clock on her bedside table.

“It’s ten thirty.” Y/N said. 

Steve turned and looked at the clock himself and lo and behold, it was ten thirty. 

“So you’re telling me that we’ve been doing this for over three hours and all we’ve done is figure out a colour scheme.” Steve wondered. 

“I blame that on you, Harrington, you’re the one who brought snacks.” Y/N says. 

“You’re the one who decided that we needed music and then spent ages picking what we should listen to!” He defended himself. 

“We needed the right music,” Y/N says, “It couldn’t be too upbeat but couldn’t be too slow.”

Steve shook his head with a smile on his face. Y/N smiled at him too.

The two sat in silence for a moment, the music playing quietly in the background.

“You know I severely misjudged you Harrington.” Y/N spoke.

“Is that good or bad?” Steve asked, a slight nervousness to his tone.

“A good thing,” Y/N answered, “I thought that you were going to be a douchebag, no offence. I’m glad I’m wrong.”

Steve smiled at Y/N’s comment while shuffling the paper in his hands, “I should get going now, it’s late and my parents are probably wondering where I am.”

As much as Steve didn’t want to go, the longer he spent with Y/N, the more he liked her. It was now more than just a physical attraction to her. He had actually gotten to know her and not just the façade she puts on at school. 

“Yeah, I should get to bed, we have school in the morning.” Y/N said, feeling slightly deflated that Steve was leaving as they had been getting on and having fun. 

Y/N walked Steve through her house and to the front door, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Steve.” Y/N said, bidding him goodbye. 

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N.”

Y/N shut the front door and Steve headed to his car with a wide smile on his face. She had called him Steve and not Harrington. 

***

After their group project, Y/N and Steve considered themselves friends. They would talk in the halls if Steve wasn’t with his usual crowd of friends and they would go out for lunch if both of them were free. Y/N was surprised. She thought that after the presentation, he would just stop talking to her and block her out of his life completely, but they remained friends. 

Steve still fancied Y/N a lot, he wasn’t sure how he was hiding it so well. There were multiple times where they went on their lunch dates where all he wanted to do was confess to her how he felt, but would immediately recall that decision, knowing that she definitely didn’t feel the same. 

He knew this because on one of the lunch dates, Y/N came to him all excited and grinning ear to ear. 

***

April 1983

“What’s got you so happy?” Steve questioned. 

“Well, you know Adam from our math class?” Y/N asked and Steve nodded his head, “Well he asked me on a date earlier when I bumped into him.”

“Wow, um, I’m happy for you.” Steve said, almost over enthusiastically. His heart dropped at that moment. 

“Thanks!” Y/N says, “I’ve fancied him for ages.”

Steve gave her a tight lipped smile before taking a sip of his drink, listening to Y/N gush about the boy she fancied while his own heart was being crushed. 

***

Steve hoped that Y/N and Adam would go on one date and that was it. He was very wrong. Y/N and Adam ended up dating. That was when Steve knew that he needed to try and move on from Y/N. That was when Nancy Wheeler came into the picture. 

Steve liked Nancy - truly he did - but there were times where he would compare her to something Y/N would do. It wasn’t anything huge, just small details like the way she would respond to some of Steve’s comments or the way she held herself as she walked. He knew he had to stop thinking about Y/N while he was going out with Nancy. After all, Y/N and Nancy were friends. 

When Steve told Y/N that he asked out Nancy, she was very excited. Nancy was her friend and she knew that the Wheeler girl had fancied Steve for a while. Almost immediately, Y/N insisted on a double date with her and Adam. Reluctantly Steve agreed. 

Double dates with Y/N and Adam became a regular occurrence. It was both a good thing and a bad thing. Steve finally saw how much of a good couple Y/N and Adam made and he was starting to fall for Nancy more. However, there were times - although now very occasional - that he pictured himself in Adam’s position. Steve knew that it was wrong but he sometimes couldn’t help himself. 

Steve began to hang out with Y/N on her own less and less. She was either always with Adam or he was always with Nancy. Steve knew that it was probably for the best, he could finally fully move on from Y/N and he was beginning to fall in love with Nancy. However, despite Steve finally moving on, he still found himself outside of Y/N’s house one night after a fight with his father. 

***

October 1983

From the ground below, Steve saw Y/N’s bedroom light on so he knew that she was in. He only hoped that Adam wasn’t with her. As he began to climb up to her bedroom window, Steve began to question why he had gone to Y/N’s house instead of Nancy’s. After all, Y/N lived further away from him than Nancy did, yet he drove the extra ten minutes instead of going to his girlfriend's house for comfort. 

As he knocked on the window to Y/N’s bedroom window, there was the sound of something hitting the floor before footsteps towards the window. The curtains were flung open and the confused face of Y/N appeared in his view. Opening her window, Y/N peered out to look at Steve.

“Steve!” Y/N whispered, “You scared me! What are you doing here? It’s nearly midnight.”

“I had a fight with my dad,” He says avoiding eye contact, “Could I come in?”

Y/N’s face softened as she stepped back to allow him to climb through the window. As soon as he was in her room, Y/N shut the window and turned to her friend. The look on his face nearly broke her heart. He looked like he was trying his best to hold in his tears. 

“Come here.” Y/N said softly as she held her arms out to him. 

Steve immediately wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist and held her tightly. Y/N gently walked them backwards until they could sit on her bed. She held onto him just as tight, her fingers threading through his hair. 

“You’re okay Steve,” Y/N muttered, “Whatever he said to you isn’t true alright?”

Steve pulled away from Y/N slightly, their faces were so close that he could feel Y/N’s breath gently flutter on his face. 

“He said that he’s disappointed in me,” Steve says, “He said that he had a disappointment for a son because my grades are lacking, but I’m trying. That’s what he doesn’t understand. I’m trying my best to be a good son for him.”

Y/N took Steve’s hands in hers, her thumbs gently rubbing across them, “Steve, you are not a disappointment, not to anyone, not to Nancy, not to your friends, definitely not to me,” Steve finally looked at Y/N as she spoke, hanging onto her every word, “Screw what your dad thinks, you are a good son, you are trying your best and that’s all that matters.”

Steve closed his eyes, letting a singular tear fall from his eye as he rested his forehead against Y/N’s. Just being close to her helped him calm down. 

“Thank you Y/N.” Steve said sincerely.

Y/N placed her hands on Steve’s cheeks, gently wiping away the couple of stray tears that fell, “Hey, what are friends for?”

***

To this day, Steve still didn’t know why he went to Y/N’s house instead of Nancy’s. He might’ve still loved her but he loved Nancy. It still confused Steve. He spent the night at Y/N’s, she insisted that he sleep on her bed while she slept on the floor. He wanted to offer to share the bed together but he knew that it would be a bad idea. So as he slept on her bed, Y/N slept on the floor. After that night, the two never spoke of it again.

In fact, the two didn’t really speak much after that night. Steve started to talk to Y/N less and less and distance himself from her once again. Even though he wanted to spend time with her and watch shitty movies and make fun of them together, he couldn’t because he knew that he would easily fall back in love with Y/N Sinclair.

Y/N did notice Steve putting distance between the two, at first she was disappointed when he refused to come round to watch a movie, he rejected going on double dates, he even rejected a ride to school when his car broke down. However as the weeks went on, she stopped trying altogether and soon enough she was sucked up into the mystery that Hawkins had to offer. 

***

December 1983

It was Christmas after Will Byers finally returned home. Y/N was there through it all, comforting all the kids - especially her brother - through the whole emotional rollercoaster everyone was put through. She made a new friend, Eleven and the eldest Sinclair sibling was distraught when she found out what happened to her. Y/N had really been there as a support to the kids after all of the events that happened. 

Y/N knocked on the door to the Wheeler household ready to pick Lucas up, he insisted that he could cycle home on his own but after what happened with Will, Y/N rarely let him go anywhere on his own past 5 o’clock. She waited for a moment longer before the front door swung open to reveal Nancy.

“Hey Nance, I’m here to pick Lucas up.” Y/N says. 

“Yeah, he’s with the others in the basement.” Nancy says while embracing the girl. 

As Y/N called down to Lucas, she felt a tap on her shoulder, turning around she came face to face with Steve. The two hadn’t spoken since before Will disappeared, at least spoken civilly. After he painted ‘Nancy ‘the slut’ Wheeler’ on the movie theatre, Y/N lost respect for him and the two had a huge argument, their first argument since becoming friends. 

“Oh, hey Steve.” Y/N said. She guessed that he would be here but she wasn’t expecting him to talk to her.

“Hey Y/N,” Steve said, “Can we talk?”

“I have to take Lucas home.” Y/N said as she saw him walking up the stairs. 

“It will just take a minute.” Steve says. 

Y/N sighed, “Fine, but make it quick.” The two step over to a more private corner of the house to talk. 

“What is it Steve?” Y/N asked, “We haven’t spoken in a month so why do you want to now?”

“I messed up okay?” He said, “I messed up by pushing you away and I messed things up with Nancy. Obviously we fixed that but I didn’t fix things with you. I’m sorry for pushing you away, I want to be friends again and watch those shitty movies and make fun of them with you. I want to go out on those double dates with you and Adam. I just want us to be okay again.”

Y/N looked at him for a moment before embracing him. Even though she was angry at him for pushing her out of his life and for everything that went down between him and Nancy, she did miss him a lot. After all, he was her best friend. 

“It’s fine Steve, honestly,” Y/N said, “And I thought you hated those double dates?”

“No I don’t,” He says, “Because I get to spend time with you and Nance.”

“And Adam?”

“And Adam.” Steve says, though somewhat reluctantly. 

The two of them pull away from the hug and step back from one another. 

“Oh!” Steve said suddenly, “I also got you a Christmas present.”

“Steve, you didn’t have to,” Y/N said, “I didn’t get you anything.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to.” Steve says while handing over a small gift wrapped present. 

“Thank you Steve.” Y/N says. 

Steve smiled at her before Lucas walked up to his older sister, “Can we go now?”

“Yeah of course.” Y/N says as they walk to the front door, Steve escorting the two.

Lucas stepped out of the house and walked to Y/N’s car while Y/N lingered back for a moment. Y/N turned back around to Steve and reached up and placed her lips on his cheek, giving it a small peck. As quick as her lips were on his cheek, they were gone, leaving Steve left to wonder if it really happened. 

“Merry Christmas Steve.” Y/N says.

“Merry Christmas.” He muttered back as she headed to her car. 

As she got in her car, she turned to Adam, who had been sitting patiently waiting for her to leave the house. 

“So you and Steve have made up I take it?” He questioned.

“Yeah.” Y/N responded. 

“Good, now he can endure the shitty movies that you continuously make me watch.” Adam joked.

“Hey, they are meant to be shit and we take the piss out of them, that’s the whole point in watching them.” Y/N defends.

“Or we could watch a good movie and enjoy it!” Adam laughs.

Y/N leans over to peck his lips, “In your dreams.”

“Guys, can you not do that in front of me.” Lucas complains from the back seat, causing Y/N to chuckle. 

From inside the Wheeler house, Steve watched the whole ordeal between Adam and Y/N through the window. There was a small pang in his heart as he watched Y/N place her lips upon his. A pang which he chose to ignore as Nancy rested her head upon his shoulder.

***

The year following Y/N and Steve’s make up had brought them closer together. The times that they weren’t with their respective partners, they were together. Either going to get coffee, watch a movie or just hang out. There were also multiple times where Steve would turn up at her house and question her on whether Nancy had spoken to her or not. 

***

October 1st 1984

There were loud knocks on the front door of her house. Her parents weren’t home, Lucas was out somewhere and Erica was with her friends. Opening the door she was greeted to Steve. 

“I didn’t know you were coming round today?” Y/N questioned as he stepped into her house, “I thought you and Nancy had a date?”

“Yeah, she just cancelled on me at the last minute,” Steve says, looking quite sad, “This was meant to be our first date night in over a month and she completely forgot about it. I was about to leave my house to pick her up when I got a call from her saying she forgot and asking to reschedule.”

“Steve, I’m sorry,” Y/N said sincerely, “I know you were excited to go on the date.”

Steve sighed, “I still have the reservation and can’t cancel it so I was wondering if you and Adam wanted to go.”

“Adam’s out of town for the week visiting his aunt.” Y/N answered. 

“Great,” Steve says, “I could ask Mr and Mrs Wheeler if they want it. But that would be weird since it was going to be for me and Nancy-”

“Steve,” Y/N interrupted, cutting off his rambling, “Why don’t me and you go?”

“Us? On a date?” Steve says.

“Not as a date but like two friends hanging out.” Y/N suggests, however she couldn’t help but feel some type of way at the thought of going on a date with Steve, however she pushed that feeling out her body the best she could. 

“Do you want to?” Steve asks.

“Of course!” Y/N says. 

“Okay then!” Steve says, suddenly feeling a lot better than he previously did, “The restaurant is fancy so, yeah…” He trailed off.

“Are you trying to insulate that I don’t have fancy clothes, Harrington?” Y/N teased. 

“I’m not insinuating anything!” Steve defended himself. 

“Sure harrington, sure,” Y/N says, “Give me ten minutes to get ready.”

“You’ll need longer than that.” Steve teased.

Y/N hit him on the arm, “If I need longer than ten minutes then are you going to do something about your hair?”

“What’s wrong with my hair-” Steve was suddenly cut off as Y/N reached up and messed his perfectly styled hair up. 

“Oh you’re in for it now Sinclair!” Steve said and began to chase her around the living room.

The two were giggling like school children as Steve chased Y/N around. As Steve got close, he reached out and gripped Y/N by the waist and lifted her off her feet. 

“Steve!” Y/N screeched, laughing like a mad woman.

He spun her around a couple of times before he set her back down on her feet and Y/N spun around in Steve’s arms as his arms lingered around her waist. The two stood there catching their breath for a moment. Neither said anything as they looked each other in the eye. Y/N wasn’t sure if she imagined it but for a split second, Steve’s eyes glanced down at her lips before he was looking back at her eyes. Y/N would never admit it but her gaze glanced down to his lips for a brief moment as well.

Y/N cleared her throat, snapping them out of the trance they had both been in, “I should go and get ready. And you should do something about that hair.”

***

Steve was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for Y/N to come down. He had been waiting for about fifteen minutes and he was definitely going to tease her about it as she was big on punctuality. As he heard footsteps descend the stairs, he turned to watch Y/N walk down the stairs. 

Steve’s breath was taken away. The dress she was wearing suited her perfectly, the colour complimented her skin tone and fit perfectly against the curves on her body. Steve thought she looked beautiful. 

“You look beautiful.” The words left Steve’s mouth before he had a chance to stop himself. 

Y/N looked down and avoided eye contact with Steve, trying to keep her composure. 

“You don't look too bad yourself, Steve.” Y/N said, finally looking him in the eyes again, although the butterflies in her stomach were threatening to fly out. She wasn’t sure why she was feeling this way, she had never felt this way when she went out on dates with Adam so she didn’t know why she felt this way with Steve.

Steve was feeling the same as Y/N. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful girl in the world. The look on his face should only be reserved for one person - Nancy, but here Steve was looking at Y/N like he was the love of his life. 

“Ready to go?” Steve asked.

“Of course,” Y/N said, “Lead the way.”

***

After Steve dropped Y/N off after their meal, he walked her to her door before hastily leaving in his car. Many thoughts rushed through his mind. The feelings that he had for Y/N had finally burst free of confinement and he didn’t know how he could lock them away again this time. 

This date he had with Y/N was better than any date he had had with Nancy. Being there with Y/N, he felt like he didn’t need to put up a facade like he sometimes needed to do with Nancy. If he said something weird, Y/N laughed and said something weird back. If he fumbled over his words, Y/N would tell him to take his time. He was his dorky usual self, Y/N let him be, even if they were in a fancy restaurant where everyone was looking over to the couple of teens who were being a lot louder than they needed to be. 

“Dammit.” Steve muttered as he hit his steering wheel.

***

Unbeknownst to Steve, Y/N collapsed on her bed when she got home and stared up at the ceiling. Like Steve, she thought the date was perfect. And she related to Steve in the sense that it was better than any date she had been on with Adam. She could just be herself and do what she wanted with Steve. She could say what she wanted and not be judged. 

Of course Adam was a nice guy and Y/N loved him, but she had always felt that she couldn’t be fully herself around him, she had put up a facade. But around Steve she could be herself and she loved that. She loved that she didn’t have to try and act differently.

Y/N sighed, “Dammit.”

***

The date that Steve was meant to go on with Nancy was meant to be rescheduled for the following week but Nancy was apparently busy again. Y/N was also meant to go on a date with Adam but he had to cancel at the last minute as he had some family issues to sort out. So it left Y/N and Steve alone again. 

The two went out for dinner, at a more casual restaurant, that week and like the week previous. It ended with each of them contemplating their feelings for the other. While Y/N was confused about her feelings, Steve was sure of his feelings. He loved Y/N - but he also loved Nancy and he didn’t know what to do. 

However, on Halloween night, he didn’t need to decide as it was already decided for him. 

***

October 31st 1984

It was Halloween night and Y/N, Steve and Nancy were at a party. Both Steve and Nancy were dressed up in a couples costume while Y/N was only dressed as a witch. It was a costume that she wore from a couple of years ago so the dress was much shorter on her now, showing off her legs to everyone. Steve would never admit to anyone but himself that he found his eyes drifting over Y/N’s body on more than one occasion. 

As Y/N left Steve and Nancy to dance, Y/N found a couple of her friends to dance with. Adam couldn’t come as he was once again out of town. She was excited to go to the party with him, she was excited to do a couples costume. Lately her and Adam don’t see much of one another, they would see each other for a day or two before he was off again dealing with some more issues with his family. Obviously she didn’t blame that he was putting his family before her, she would do the same, but he barely ever called and when they did talk on the phone, she was the one who initiated it. 

“Hey, why don’t you have a drink!” One of her friends yelled over the loud music. Y/N’s original plan for coming to the party was not to drink much or not drink at all but as her friend put the plastic cup to her lips, it was completely abandoned. 

Y/N was a couple drinks down and she was feeling a little buzzed. She knew that she wasn’t drunk but she had found a little more confidence the more she drank, her hips swayed as she danced to the music with her friends. She was having a good time. 

However, as she saw Steve walk past her with an upset look on his face, she couldn’t help but excuse herself from her friends. 

Y/N followed Steve outside and down the street to his car, “Steve!” She called out.

Steve turned around to see Y/N chasing after him, “I’m fine Y/N, go back to the party.”

“Clearly you’re not,” Y/N says as she caught up to him, “You just ran out of the party looking upset.”

“Seriously I’m okay.” Steve said unconvincingly as a tear slipped down his cheek.

Y/N reached up to wipe it away, “Let’s head out of here and you can tell me about it.”

***

When the two arrived back at Steve's house, the two were sat on his living room couch as Steve told Y/N everything that happened. 

“She said that our love was bullshit, that I was bullshit.” Steve says, letting a couple of tears fall. The heartbroken look on his face was enough for Y/N to pull him into a hug. 

“Am I really that unloveable?” Steve muttered into the crook of her neck.

The question broke Y/N’s heart, “No, Steve. You’re not unloveable. In fact you are the most loveable person ever. You are sweet and kind. You care about people and most importantly, you love. You love with your whole heart and it’s a shame that Nancy couldn’t see it.” 

Steve let out a quiet sob into her shoulder and Y/N hugged him tighter, fingers threading through his hair. The two sat there for a while before Steve began to calm down. 

“I just want to forget about this night.” Steve said. 

“Well there is a simple solution for that.” Y/N said.

***

Y/N and Steve were both sprawled out on his bed. Y/N now wearing his clothes as she wanted to get out of her costume and Steve was shirtless wearing only his sweatpants. The alcohol that was now in their systems caused them to slur their words as they spoke to one another, small laughs were exchanged as Steve fumbled over his words. 

“I just don’t understand why he’s not here with you.” Steve slurred out.

The two had come to the topic of Y/N’s boyfriend. 

“I mean, he’s been out of town all month working on some family issues.” Y/N said, she was drunk but she wasn’t as drunk as Steve was. She still had some sense of control over what she was doing. 

“But a phone call is not hard,” Steve said, sitting upright, “He just needs to phone you. I would phone you everyday if I were out of town for weeks at a time.”

“Yeah sure you would,” Y/N said, “I don’t believe you, you’d be phoning other people.”

“Like Nancy?” Steve spat, “Definitely not. She doesn’t love me, remember? She thinks I’m bullshit. Everything that we were was bullshit,” Steve looked down at his hands, “She said that loud and clear.”

Y/N sat up and placed her hands on Steve’s cheeks making him look at her, “You are not bullshit Steve Harrington. Nancy clearly doesn’t realise what she has lost by breaking up with you. She had lost what is possibly the greatest thing in her life.”

Steve looked at Y/N. Really looked at her, searching for any indication that she was lying. There was none. The genuine look in her eyes was enough for Steve to believe her. It was definitely the alcohol in his system that made Steve begin to lean in. There wasn't a big distance between their faces anyway but Steve felt like there were miles. Just as his lips ghosted over hers, Y/N pulled away. 

“It’s late, we should be getting to bed.” Y/N said. 

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” Steve said before he pulled her down on the bed, his arms wrapped around her waist and head tucked into the crook of her neck, legs tangled together. 

Soon enough Steve was asleep in Y/N’s arms. Y/N wished she could say the same, she was too busy thinking about what had just happened between the two of them. She had a boyfriend, so deep down, why did she want to let Steve Harrington kiss her?

***

The morning after Halloween, Steve didn’t remember much from before he went to sleep so he didn’t remember nearly kissing Y/N Sinclair. However, Y/N remembered it all, she remembered how she wanted Steve Harrington to kiss her. Y/N didn’t mention it to him, nor did she ever intend to. 

Soon enough, Steve tried to apologise to Nancy but he was roped into helping Dustin Henderson with his demodog problem, which soon brought in the help of Y/N. Lucas, Dustin and Max never voiced it to the eldest two but they sensed clear tension between them. Lucas even admitted to Dustin and Max that he thought the two of them were dating until Adam stepped in the picture. And the tension between Steve and Y/N was at an all time high when Y/N got injured after a fight with the demodogs.

***

“Y/N!” Lucas yelled out as his sister was pounced on by one of the demodogs.

Y/N yelled out in pain as its claws scratched down her side. 

“Y/N!” Steve yelled as he rushed over to her and hit the demodog away from her. 

Groaning in pain, Y/N sat up as Steve lifted her up in his arms and ran back to the bus where they had shelter. Getting into the bus just in time, Steve placed her down on the floor of the bus as he pressed his legs to the door of the bus to prevent the demodogs getting in. Lucas sat down beside his sister checking on her to make sure she was okay. 

After the demodogs had run away, Steve was immediately by Y/N’s side. His hand pressed against her wound. 

“Okay, you’re gonna be fine,” Steve said, mainly trying to convince himself.

Steve began to fuss over Y/N more as the three kids watched with worried expressions. Steve looked around trying to find something to wrap around Y/N’s wound. 

“I have my shirt,” Y/N said, “I’m wearing a t-shirt underneath.”

Steve nodded as Y/N slowly peeled off her overshirt, revealing the large gash in her side from where her t-shirt was ripped. Holding the shirt in her hand, Steve gently pulled Y/N’s t-shirt up so he could have access to the wound on her side. 

“That doesn’t look good.” Y/N muttered.

“Of course it doesn't.” Steve replied, too worried to be making jokes. 

Y/N leaned forward so Steve could wrap the shirt around her body, resting her forehead against Steve’s shoulder. Tying it as tight as he could to stop the bleeding, Steve hugged Y/N close. The three kids all turned around to give the two friends some privacy.

“I could have lost you,” Steve said, “If I didn’t get there quick enough, you would’ve been-”

“Steve, that doesn’t matter because you got there quick enough,'' Y/N said, “You saved me.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Steve says, pressing a soft kiss to Y/N’s hairline.

“I am too.” Y/N said, savouring the feeling of his lips on her forehead. 

***

Despite Y/N being injured, she still tried her best to help out with getting rid of the mind flayer. Of course she couldn’t exactly do much so that’s how she found herself sitting in the Byers house looking after the kids with Steve. The two eldest were sitting on the couch together while the kids were trying to think of a plan to help from ‘the bench’. Everything was surprisingly calm until the sound of a car pulled up outside. 

***

“Guys get away from the window.” Y/N whispered to the kids who were looking at Steve talk to Billy. The kids however didn’t listen as they continued to look out the window. 

Once Steve was pushed down to the ground by Billy and began to stalk up to the house, the kids finally listened to Y/N and backed away from the window. The first person Billy’s eyes landed on was Lucas and he began to menacingly step toward him. Y/N, despite being injured, stepped in between her brother and Billy.

“Don’t you dare touch him.” Y/N spat, venom in her voice.

“Yeah, and what are you going to do about it?” Billy asked, his voice low, “All you are is Steve’s bitch.”

Y/N’s hand moved quickly as she slapped him in the face. Billy’s head jerked as her hand came in contact with his face. There was a red handprint that clearly indicated where she had hit him on his cheek. 

However before Y/N could even stop him, Billy had pushed her back into the wall, knocking the wind out of her. 

“You are so dead Sinclair!” Billy yelled.

“No,” Steve said, appearing behind Billy tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention, “You are.”

Steve punched Billy in the face as a fight started. The Harrington boy was angry, extremely angry that he laid his hands on Y/N. The whole fight, Steve had the upper hand on Billy until he smashed a plate over his head, causing his vision to go blurry. As Steve was being beaten by Billy, he saw the expression on Y/N’s face before he blacked out. She looked scared. All he wanted was to knock Billy out and go over to her and hold her in his arms forever and protect her from any harm. But a couple more punches to the face Steve blacked out, the last image he saw was of Y/N.

***

After the mind flayer was beaten, Y/N got her wound stitched up. She had to make up some excuse to the hospital and her parents about where she got it from but she was in the clear. Adam had finally come home after a couple of weeks of being away - and Y/N was dreading it. 

***

“Y/N, hey.” Adam says as the two met up at a park, the same park where they had their first date. 

“Hey Adam,” Y/N says, “How are you?” Y/N hated how awkward they were. Normally conversation could just flow between them but now it felt strained, some of that may be because of Y/N’s complicated feelings towards Steve - she couldn’t tell. 

“I’m alright,” Adam says, clearly feeling the tension, “You?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Y/N says.

“Are you?” Adam says, “I may not have seen you for a month but I’ve been dating you for just over a year now. I can tell when something is the matter.”

This is what made what Y/N was about to do so hard. Adam could always read Y/N like a book, he always knew what she wanted but she could never do the same back she came to realise. She couldn’t read him like he could read her. 

“You always knew me too well,” Y/N said, “You could always read me like a book. I could never do the same back and I’m sorry for that.”

“What do you mean Y/N?” Adam says.

“You know exactly what I mean,” Y/N said, “I loved you but you loved me a lot more.”

Adam’s face changed to one of understanding, “No Y/N, we loved each other the same, it’s only recently where I have begun to love you more than you love me.”

“What?” Y/N asked, clearly confused.

“I was distancing myself from you because I noticed the way you began to look at Steve. I wanted you to figure it out for yourself because I wanted you to be happy because I loved you.” Adam says.

“Oh Adam,” Y/N says, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” He says smiling at Y/N, “We had a good year and a bit.”

Y/N nodded, giving him a smile, “We did.”

“And even if we won’t be dating, I hope we can still be friends.” Adam says.

“Of course,” Y/N says, pulling him into a hug, “And thank you Adam.”

“Hey, I’m here anytime.” He says, hugging Y/N back. 

***

Despite both Y/N and Steve now being single and they both clearly liked each other, neither of them acted upon it, which was torture for everyone around them. The two would act like a couple but once they realised that they were standing too close to one another, they would each take a step back. When Steve would find himself with his arm slung around Y/N’s shoulders or her waist, he would remove it, muttering a small apology. When Y/N would find herself with her fingers threading through his hair, she would stop instantly. 

Everyone around them was getting sick of it and it continued until summer of 1985.

***

July 1985

Steve handed an ice cream to Dustin as the two sat down at a table to catch up. Dustin was excited to see his older friend after a month of being away. After all Steve was the only one of Dustin’s friends to actually be excited that he had come back. As he sat down to catch up with Steve, there was one question that he wanted to ask.

“So, have you and Y/N gotten together yet?” 

“What? No!” Steve says. 

Dustin groaned, “Seriously? You’ve had since Halloween to get together and you haven’t yet? You two are so in love with each other it actually makes me sick.”

“Will you keep your voice down!” Steve whispered harshly to Dustin, knowing that you were only chatting with Robin in the break room.

“No, you two just need a little push,” Dustin said, “Even if that’s what I’ve been doing all year!”

“And it’s none of your business,” Steve said, “This is adult stuff.”

“Steve, take it from the person who is actually in a relationship, you should ask her out on an actual date,” Dustin said, “You are basically a couple already, just make it official.”

As Dustin finished his sentence, Y/N came out of the break room. Smiling as her eyes landed on Steve. As soon as she smiled at him, he felt all warm inside and he smiled back, a look of pure adoration on his face. 

“I’ve got to get back to work but I’ll see you later on,” Y/N said, bidding goodbye to Steve, however not before placing a quick kiss to his forehead, “I’ll catch up with you later Dustin!”

As she was out of sight, Dustin turned to Steve with a knowing look on his face, “And you’re going to tell me that you aren’t already a couple?”

“Shut up.”

***

All Y/N wanted was a summer free of worry from anything and everything that would cause her any harm, but of course she found herself in a secret Russian base with Steve, Dustin, Robin and her little sister of all people. Once her sister was brought into the whole mess, Y/N felt herself getting even more protective, even though she knew that Erica could handle herself. 

The moment that they were being chased by the Russians down a long hallway, Y/N immediately placed her back against the door blocking it, Steve and Robin doing the same, giving Dustin and Erica time to get away and get help. 

Getting captured and drugged wasn’t on Y/N’s itinerary either, neither was throwing up in the bathrooms of the mall.

***

Y/N still laid hunched over the bathroom stall while trying to get the remnants of the drug out of her system. Her head pounded and she was tired. 

“Y/N? You okay?” Steve said, making his way into the stall she was in.

“Yeah,” She mumbled, “Just trying to feel better.”

Steve slid down the wall of the stall, sitting behind her. Y/N lifted her head up from the stall to lean back and rest her back against Steve’s chest and he wrapped his arms around her. 

“I can’t believe this,” Y/N said, “Can any of us get a break?”

“I know right.” Steve said.

“I mean look at you,” Y/N said, turning in his arms to look at him, “Look what those shit eating Russians did to your beautiful face.”

Y/N gently caressed Steve’s face, inspecting his swollen eye and the cuts that littered his face. 

“The drug is still in your system.” Steve muttered.

“Why do you think that?” Y/N questioned.

“Because you called me beautiful.” Steve said.

“That’s because you are Steve,” Y/N says, “Why don’t you believe me?”

“Because I don’t,” Steve says, “Not from someone like you at least.”

“What do you mean someone like me?” Y/N questioned.

“Someone as beautiful, kind and loving as you,” Steve stated, “Of course I wouldn’t believe it coming from you, you are all those things plus more, and I’m just a screw up.”

“Steve Harrington, you are not a screw up,” Y/N said, “You are the most hardworking, genuine and loving guy I have ever met. Those are only a couple of the reasons why I love you.”

Steve looked at her like she was the only person in existence, “You love me?”

The door to the bathroom swung open, revealing Dustin, Erica and Robin.

“I thought they followed me out.” Robin says.

***

After the mind flayer was defeated for what was hopefully the last time, Y/N was sat at the back of an ambulance, getting all of the small cuts and scrapes checked out before she was free to go. She hadn’t seen Steve since they had met up with the others and had gotten separated, she was desperate to see him. 

As soon as the paramedic let her go, Y/N immediately rushed around looking for Steve. After what had happened with Billy, Y/N wanted to make sure that Steve was safe and okay. 

“Y/N!” Steve called out to her.

Y/N turned around and came face to face with Steve, she quickly rushed over to him, and crashed into a hug. Steve lifted her up from her feet as they hugged, he wanted her as close as possible. 

“I tried to find you but I couldn’t,” Y/N mutters into his neck, “I didn’t know where you were, I was so worried.”

“I’m fine, we’re both fine.” Steve says, setting her back down on her feet, arms still wrapped around her. 

The two stared at each other, breathing heavily before Steve rushed forward crashing his lips against hers. The kiss was one that had been brewing for a long time, and it was the type of kiss that was filled with pure love and adoration. Their lips moved together in perfect sync and Y/N’s hands tangled themselves in his hair while he gently gripped her waist, pulling her close. 

Steve pulled away momentarily, “I love you, Y/N. I have loved you for years, ever since I knew what love really was.”

“I love you too Steve,” Y/N says, “I am completely and utterly in love with you.”

Steve pressed their lips together once again in a slower, more gentle kiss. The fear that the other one would disappear had left their bodies so they could enjoy this moment. 

Steve Harrington and Y/N Sinclair loved each other and were finally together after all these years, even if it was a long time coming.

[xsteveharringtonsmistress86x]

Why did I just read a fanfic that was labeled “Sinclair!reader” buttt the reader was white… the entire story was about how the reader is sad because she and looks different from her black adoptive family💀 Like it’s that’s hard for you to write a black reader

I’m sorry…what? I’m gonna need to have a talk with this writer because the answer is no. They really out here…*sighs in frustrated negro*. I can’t with these people anymore. I’m so sick of them. I’m so sick.

[llove-fooll]

The Other Women

Parings: Steve Harrington x Sinclair!reader

Summary: You always felt that Steve had a little bit of feelings for Nancy. You just wish that what you felt, hadn’t been true.

Warnings: A LOTTTTT of angst, crying, cursing

Word count: 637 (also very short im sorryyy😭)

Authors note: Get your tissues ready. That’s all I have to say.

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You knew, you knew he still felt something for her. The way he looked at her, smiled at her stupid jokes, always trying to pair up with her. It hurt you. It hurt you so much. It hurt you to cry at night because of him. It hurt you to act like everything was fine around him. You hated him, hated that he made you feel like this. But you also understood. Understood why he still likes her.

I mean who wouldn’t? She’s so fucking beautiful, has a bubbly personality, nice eyes, and hair. God, you wish you were her so bad. You couldn’t believe that you were gonna lose the only person who made you feel so good to, their ex. What hurt you the most is that you knew that she still felt something for him too.

“y/n, y/n. You okay?” Robin asks beside you. “yeah, yeah i’m fine” you say. But you weren’t. You weren’t fine. You were looking at Nancy and Steve interacting with each other. And oh how it broke your heart. Robin looked in the direction you were looking at, then looked at you. She immediately knew how you were feeling.

“Hey-” she says. And you look at her. “-don’t worry about it. Steve is a complete idiot for being oblivious to your own feelings and flirting with Nancy.” you stare at her with tears in your eyes. And she hugs you. You couldn’t take it anymore, and you just let your tears fall.

You couldn’t believe that you were crying over Steve Harrington. One of the popular boys in Hawkins high. If someone told you that this would ever happen, you would’ve simply laughed in their face.

“Robin”

“Hm?”

“I think i’m just gonna go home” you sniffled as you broke away from the hug.

“Do you want me to come with you?” she says.

“No, no i’m fine, but thanks anyways”

Robin gives you a sad smile. Which you don’t return. You walk out of scoops ahoy and make your way to your car. You don’t start it. Or drive away. You simply just sat in it. Sat in the car and cried. 

After a few minutes of crying you decided to drive away. When you get home. Your heart feels heavy. You feel like crying again but you know tears won’t come out. You feel like a mess, you feel numb.

You make your way to your room, not bothering to join your family for dinner. You just wanna get comfy and watch a romantic comedy. As you’re getting ready for bed you hear faint knocks on your window. 

“Steve, what are you doing here?”

“You didn’t say hi to me at work today. Thought something was wrong” He says while getting inside your room.

“Oh so you finally notice”

“What do you mea-”

“Steve, do you love me?” you say.

Silence

“Of course I love you. Where is this coming from?”

“Steve”

“Huh” he says

“Do you love Nancy?”

Silence

“I knew it, I fucking knew it” you say while walking around your room.

“Knew what? y/n slow down!”

“I knew you still love Nancy! I tried to deny it all this time but I just knew”

“Y/n, you don’t know what you’re talking about!” he says

“Well since I don’t know what I'm talking about, I’m gonna ask you this again.”

“Do you love Nancy?” you say with tears in your eyes

And there it is again. The silence.

“Steve, I think you should leave”

“Yeah I think so too”

Steve opens your window and climbs out of it. He doesn’t look back at you or anything. He just leaves. And from that moment you knew you would probably never see him again.

All because he still had feelings for his ex. Nancy Wheeler.

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a/n: I hope you enjoyed the story! Its kind of bad. I will be making a masterlist so people will be able to find my storys and reread them if they’d like! Also if you would like to request something please don’t bother to ask!!!

[violetpixiedust]

part 02 of this angsty piece. thank u sm for the support on the last part, i love u all. there will be one more part after this. steve harrington x sinclair!reader. no descriptions of hair, skin tone, or body type. up to interpretation. tw: slut shaming, public bullying, mean!steve.

part 01

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one day earlier

your nimble fingertips brush against the soft, polyester material of your little black dress, hugging each curve and ridge of your body up until the bottom of your bum. translucent nylons lick up the length of your legs, disappearing into a pair of onyx leather boots that cut off just beneath your knees. a wave of heat washes over your delicate face as you admire your reflection in the floor length mirror of your bedroom, the top row of your pearly teeth indenting against the plush flesh of your bottom lip.

you looked.. sultry.

huh, robin had been right.

the two of you had been finishing up the last bits of your partnered english essay on ‘the catcher in the rye’ the night before, when robin, in her nature, became distracted and started languidly recounting an outfit debbie harry had worn on tour in the ‘70s. the cerulean eyed girl had pulled the cosmopolitan magazine out of her backpack, laying stomach down beside you on the bed as you both stared at the hydrogen peroxide blonde rockstar in front of you. you shyly admitted that you had always wanted to dress like that just once.

it was no secret to the students at hawkins high that you were a sweetheart, a goody two-shoes. you would usually dress in gingham, floral, and lacy babydoll dresses in the summer, or bulky turtlenecks with short skirts and stockings in the wintertime. it’s what drew steve to you originally. your shy smile and innocent doe eyes, waving to him past his car windshield as your silky skin soaked up the summer sunlight, on your way to the flower shop across from the hawkins theatre, sat on top of your two speed yellow bicycle. it threw him for a loop. how much you had bloomed the summer before your junior year. however, your beauty was surprisingly paired with a quick wit and an unmatched sense of creativity. lucas and erica had clearly picked it up from somewhere.

so, after doing some recon on an old, black turtleneck dress that you had worn to a distant family member’s funeral years ago, robin and yourself had successfully designed a little black dress that perfectly melded debbie harry and pat cleveland into one.

you had to be discreet though. your mother, despite being the feminist powerhouse that she was, did not want to have to leave work to give you a change of clothes on the off chance that you were dress coded, which granted- had only happened once. however, despite kindly giving you the snide choice of a sheer cover up to wear when she arrived to that singular meeting, your mother had grilled the geriatric worm that was principal higgens into the scuffed tile of his office floor. at his audacity for making her leave her government job in the middle of the day- all because her fifteen year old daughter, she emphasized for the misogynistic, and terrified, man in front of her, was rightfully showing her shoulders in may.

so safe to say, the spineless principal did not want a repeat of that situation, so while your fashion choices hadn’t changed much, a lot less was said about it.

your mother was dressed in a red plaid pantsuit early that next morning before her shift at city hall, hair big and proud, in the middle of making a cup of coffee before she caught sight of you entering the kitchen. “wow, look at that paint and hair, pretty girl. how gorgeous.” a wave of appreciative embarrassment crept between the hems of your woollen overcoat as the elder woman kissed the crown of your head, smiling shyly as you gratefully accepted a cup of black tea from her manicured hands.

“so, is steve picking you up-?” your mother was cut off when the back door parallel to you two practically flew open, robin’s cheeks flushed with cherry red from the winter air as she dug into her backpack, not noticing your mother or her metal thermos of presumably coffee clanging onto the kitchen tile when it free fell from her bag. finally, your friend victoriously pulled out a half squished piece of banana bread wrapped in cellophane.

“aha! there you are. what’s up this morning-?” robin froze as she caught sight of your mother smirking from her place in front of the coffee machine, watching as the pale girl practically scrambled to pick her thermos up off the floor to avoid causing a bigger mess.

“good morning, robin.” your mother smirked from behind her cup of coffee, plum shaded lips spreading into an amused smile as you giggled at robin’s scarlet complexion.

“m-morning. sorry for the noise mrs. s.” the freckled girl winced in embarrassment at her absent-mindedness, only softening her tense expression when your mother held out of plate of toast, quietly offering her a piece.

“oh, robin. if i was concerned about noise, i would have sent lucas and erica to live with their grandmother a long time ago.” the three of you burst into giggles as one of the devils mentioned strutted into the kitchen, pink denim jeans swishing with every step she took.

“what choice words about your only daughter-“ erica shook her head in disappointment as she reached up onto her tippy toes for a piece of toast, nearly taking a bite before begrudgingly making her way to grab a plate due to the gentle warning glare she received from your mother.

“hey! i was here before you, you little brat-“

“sue me for thinking you were going to college in a year and a half. maybe i’ll stick with ‘your better daughter’-”

“mom! erica hid my walkie!” lucas entered the kitchen with a trail of fire lined after him, interrupting your snide remark back to erica. you and robin groaned with relief as the horn from barb’s mom’s old mini van sounded in front of the house, interrupting the argument for a second before it resumed in full force.

“barb’s picking us up.” you mentioned to your mother, answering her previous question as she half nodded to you in acknowledgment, attempting to break up the ever scaling argument between your younger siblings. “good luck.” you bid her an apologetic goodbye, your mother only huffing as she wished both you and robin a good day.

you were on cloud nine as you walked around the halls at school that morning. it was nearly fourth period, and you hadn’t seen steve in the halls yet unfortunately, but his absence only put a slight damper on your mood. you had gotten so many compliments from the girls in your class and above. nancy wheeler, barb, robin (even though she had practically designed the outfit with you, she had basically screeched in the middle of the arts hall when you finally put your jacket in your locker), chrissy cunningham, tammy thompson, and even anna jacobi!

in the fifteen minute break between third and fourth period, you were taking your time exchanging your calculus textbook out for your history text, knowing that your next class was only down the hall and to the left. however, you felt a large, calloused hand touch the exposed skin between your shoulder blades, jumping as you quickly turned around, nervously gaining the courage to tell off whoever was unrightfully touching you, before you made eye contact with steve.

instantly, you felt a soft beacon of light spread throughout your belly, heart fluttering as you took in the soft chestnut locks that curled beneath the nape of his neck, balancing against the laws of physics atop his head. almond toned eyes, his rigid nose, primrose shaded lips. a breathtaking smile spread across your glossy pout as you giggled excitedly, going in to hug your boyfriend before his unusually stoic face hardened when his eyes raked across your outfit. your outstretched arms slowly fell to your sides as your glittery smile faded, suddenly concerned at the way steve chuckled humorously, his bass tone careless and sinister.

unlike him. with you especially.

you nervously toed your boots into the ground as your manicured nails started fiddling with one another on their own accord, shrinking as he continued to stare you down.

“now i know why billy hargrove asked me if you were free use earlier this morning.” you swallowed harshly, not believing that those words had just come out of your boyfriend’s mouth until you heard the acidic cackles of tommy and carol behind you two. steve however, was not amused. “what in the hell were you thinking when you decided to wear this?” his voice only got louder, catching the attention of a few students passing in the hallways. you fought back the bitter response that was fighting it’s way out of your throat, instead whispering honestly.

“i thought you would have liked it-“

“you thought i would have liked you looking like the freaks groupie?” suddenly, a few band kids instruments stopped their cacophony of tuning and practicing at steve’s semi-booming remark, a few other members of the student body stopping to watch as they caught wind of his comment, both cautiously and minorly entertained.

you felt your doe eyes burn with oncoming tears at steve’s remarks, humiliation running deep throughout your veins as you suddenly felt like you were clad in a cheap halloween costume instead of one of your own designs. your body wrapped your own arms around itself, a self preservation tactic you weren’t aware you were doing until carol laughed.

“you were right steve. she is quite meek, hm?” your glossy eyes whipped up to the boy in front of you for confirmation at the redhead’s poisonous remark, his gaze pointedly wandering away from you as the firm line of his lip wobbled ever so slightly. a reaction so minuscule you would have missed it had you not been searching for any ounce of clarity regarding his behaviour. why suddenly his mean boy persona broke the barriers between you and it.

“you’re being mean, stevie.” you suddenly found your voice, but the soprano tone didn’t sound like it was coming from you, your own trembling voice miles away as you confronted steve. something you hated doing. “i like this outfit, and i don’t appreciate you saying those things-“

“oh, so you think it’s okay that the entire school thinks you’re a slut?” gasps and scoffed out laughs ripped throughout the quickly growing crowd, tommy and carol’s laughter seeming the loudest. your manicured nails dug into the skin of your palms unconsciously, crescent moons slowly pulling blood up to the surface as you tried not to cry.

don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

you coughed on salty held back tears as they dripped down the back of your tense throat, deciding you were going to walk away and go home before you could be humiliated any further. you felt hurt. you felt betrayed. you felt embarrassed. how could steve, the boy who goofily serenaded you with elvis lyrics into the handle of a baseball bat to make you laugh, who snuck into your bedroom window after curfew to cuddle and kiss you senseless because he missed you. who held doors open for you and left cute little smiley faces and your joint initials in a heart on the corners of your homework papers, just to see you smile. how could-?

“jeez steve, you’d think for a frigid little virgin she wouldn’t put out for the whole school.” your jaw dropped as the crowd around you burst into whispers, remarks, and exaggerated reactions, meeting steve’s eyes that were now half filled with regret, attempting to save face as his expression stoned once more, spitting.

“yeah, you’d think.” you missed the way steve’s eyes widened as tears began to slip down your face, leaving trails of gritty mascara in their wake. the elder boy felt his stomach flip upside down once he surveyed the crowd, once he realized how many people had heard that. something he had promised to never tell anyone.

“‘oh stevie, i’m scared it’ll hurt’ ‘i don’t think i’m ready’ ‘could we just kiss a little more?’ too bad for you, there are girls in this town that aren’t afraid of a little pain.” steve felt his breath shorten at carol’s suggestive comment, however it proved hilarious for the crowd around them. he couldn’t register what was going on, why everyone had suddenly crowded around you two, why he had kept going with his verbal assaults, why he had listened to tommy and carol and billy of all people in the first place, and why he had any nerve to confront you about an outfit that made him insecure and jealous when you were clearly happy-

“carol- shut up-“ steve finally found his voice, dominating and rough with an undertone of fear. he didn’t want this. you were his girlfriend for christ sake. what was wrong with him?

carol however shrugged carelessly, smirking as you quickly turned towards your locker to gather your belongings, mind on overdrive. “look at that, it’s even backless.“

“baby-“ steve whispered towards you frantically, catching sight of your bloody palms from where your nails had bit into them. he felt his heart break when you smacked his large hand away as it attempted to soothe you, sniffling as the crowd behind you oohed in amusement. you felt like you were under a microscope. you wanted to disappear.

“oh look. it’s the freak now. i’m sure you won’t have trouble gagging on his dick like you did with steve’s.” your leather bag slipped from your trembling hands at that comment, it’s contents spreading across the floor as the crowd cackled like hyenas. suddenly, the aroma of cigarettes, woodlands, and something akin to laundry soap filled your senses. hesitantly, you turned your watery gaze onto eddie, who was kneeled in front of you as he quickly packed your belongings back into your bag. you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him that he experienced this kind of torment on a daily basis from tommy, carol, and steve, but was still decent enough to help you through it. he was quick as he packed your things you noticed. steady, quiet, careful-

trained almost.

tommy scoffed at the sight in front of him as eddie wordlessly handed you your bag, his large bambi eyes intently asking are you okay? before you could lie and nod, tommy chuckled. “jeez, munson. i guess now you can finally fuck something other than your right hand. i wouldn’t push your luck though-“

in a second, steve pulled tommy against the row of lockers opposite to yours, a deafening crash echoing above the crowd as his calloused hands wrapped themselves within the crisp white collar of the shorter boy’s t-shirt. “don’t ever” steve emphasized with a push of tommy’s body to the metal doors behind him. you felt yourself clam up with nausea at the potent verbal and physical violence around you, “fucking talk to her like that again, hagan-“

the dark haired boy forcefully pushed steve back into the middle of the hallway, the crowd beginning to chant as you watched in horror when tommy threw the first punch. robin fought through the barriers of the crowd immediately once she heard you and carol screech, narrowly dodging the pair of boys rolling along the gritty school floors just past her worn out converse. the freckled girl attempted to figure out what happened as she made her way to your left side, soothingly wiping away your tears as her cerulean gaze went wild. she had left you alone for ten minutes. soon, two of the senior boys on the basketball team were pulling the pair apart from each other, most likely fearing their suspension with the championship game coming up after winter break.

tommy spat a wad of blood from his lip onto the floor as he shot a loathing glare towards steve. carol’s snide expression morphed into concern for her boyfriend as he panted, before her features pinched with a bitter scowl towards the man of the hour. “don’t look so sad, harrington. now you can actually get your dick wet with some other slut. after all, that’s all you really wanted from her, wasn’t it?”

the crowd erupted into quiet whispers as steve’s wide eyes turned to your frail silhouette, now gone slack with disbelief. his king steve persona had shattered at that moment, bloody lip trembling as he crossed the hallway towards you, however you weakly pushed him away from your bubble with your palms to his chest. “i hate you, steve harrington.” it was the first time in ten minutes that the crowd had gone completely silent, watching intently as you spat emotionlessly, basking in a hatred so unlike you it appeared as though you were possessed. with eddie beside you, those rumours would spread like wildfire, no doubt. steve’s expression fell into agony for every second that passed, watching in almost slow motion as you promised. “never speak to me ever again. we’re done.”

robin quickly led you away after that, shaking her head at steve with disgust as she pushed through the dispersing crowd for you. eddie quickly slammed your locker closed, but not without adding fuel to the fire as he huffed. “it didn’t look like it to me, but i hope that was worth it, harrington.”

and steve harrington, was now, above all else, alone.

just like he was destined to be.

[eddiesblklvr]

so it’s okay for s1 steve to allow his “friends” to slut shame and disrespect nancy PUBLICLY and go along with it, disrespect will to jonathan’s face and THEN disrespect jonathan

but it’s not okay for lucas to not trust some random girl that doesn’t talk, had a shaved head, tried to change her clothes in front of him and his friends, lives in his friends basement, and allowed them to walk around all day believing that they were gonna find will but she was controlling their campuses the whole time??

like y’all have hated lucas since season one for being REASONABLEY upset but y’all gon act like steve has done no wrong?? good fuckin bye 😒

[hawkinswhore]

i wish i knew you wanted me - Eddie Munson x Sinclair!reader (chap.1)

- bad habit

a typical story where two best friends are in love and everyone knows it but them

cw: self deprecating thoughts, insecurities, lil steve x reader as well as eddie x chrissy

You rolled your eyes as you saw Eddie and Chrissy rub noses in the hall for the 5th time in the last 5 minutes. You watched from a distance as they giggled at each other's antics, your eyes twitched and your fists balled up to the point they were sore. You knew Eddie had a crush on Chrissy Cunningham since middle school. She was beautiful then and even more beautiful now. From her long blonde hair and her petite stature, to her glowing blue eyes and gorgeous smile that was contagious. You never really felt insecure when it came to how you looked until Eddie started talking about how beautiful Chrissy was all the time since they started dating. You started to notice the little things about yourself that you wouldn't have even given a second thought to before the constant mentions of Chrissy and her disney princess beauty.

You started to notice how your eyes weren't a vibrant electric blue, but they were more like a dull brown that was comparable to dirt or a swamp. You noticed you weren't as skinny and small as Chrissy was. You had a fuller figure than Chrissy with large hips and a pudge on your stomach that sat right below your belly button (THIS IS THE 80’S THIS BODY TYPE ISN'T THE BEAUTY STANDARD YET.) You weren't terribly tall and you weren't scarcely short, you sure as hell didn't look as dainty and delicate as Chrissy did though. The constant comparisons that you did between yourself and Chrissy got exhausting from time to time but you couldn't help yourself. You had a crush on Eddie since the 4th grade, you couldn’t find yourself being attracted to anyone else but him in the last 8 years. Seeing him with a girl who was far more beautiful than you thought yourself out to be was absolutely crushing. What was so wrong with you that Eddie didn't want you?

“EARTH TO Y/N!” You jolted up so you stood straight. You had been so focused on watching Eddie and Chrissy that you didn't even realize someone was trying to get your attention. You looked around until you saw Dustin Henderson looking at you with an aggravated look on his face.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past two minutes! The hell has got you so distracted?” Dustin tried to follow your eyes to see what you were looking at. He didn't suspect that you would be so doted over Chrissy and Eddie. He knew that you two were best friends and you did a damn good job hiding the fact that the new relationship was eating you on the inside.

“It's nothin Dusty. What’s Up?” His annoyed expression got replaced with a dopey grin as he started to talk about the new hellfire campaign that he helped Eddie arrange. The giddy boy in front of you made you forget about Eddie and Chrissy for a quick minute. You loved Dustin with your entire heart. Since he was friends with your brother Lucas for as long as you could

remember, he slowly creeped his way into your heart. He was like a 3rd little sibling to you. You smiled at Dustin fondly as he went on about the new campaign.

Eddie caught a glimpse of you talking to Dustin as he cuddled with Chrissy by her locker. You looked very very pretty today. You wore a cropped red zip up and a pair of light washed denim jeans that hugged your figure perfectly. Your curly box braids were pulled up into a high ponytail and you had a little bit of red eyeshadow to match the color of your shirt, topped off with a red tinted lip gloss that made your full lips look so soft. Your smile shined as you listened to Dustin rant about the new campaign. Eddie felt his heart start picking up its pace. He looked at you as your brown eyes sparkled so beautifully in the shitty lighting of the hallways. He only snapped out of his trance when he felt Chrissy plant a small kiss on his neck. He looked down at her and gave her a matching kiss but on her forehead. She let out a small giggle and shoved herself deeper into Eddie's body. He looked back up and maneuvered his eyes back to where you were, just to find that you had now been standing there with Steve Harrington and not Dustin anymore. Eddie watched as you looked up at Steve through your eyelashes as you giggled at something he said. He felt his grip around Chrissy tighten as he tried to contain the feeling of jealousy racing through his veins.

“You look pretty today, Y/N. I mean you look pretty everyday but today you look REALLY really pretty.” You smiled up at Steve, him complimenting you felt like a breath of fresh air. You’d spent so long wallowing in your own self pity that hearing a compliment coming from someone like Steve made you feel like the most beautiful girl in school. Yes, the compliments from Steve made you feel good about yourself, but something in you wished it was Eddie admiring your every feature and looking at you in absolute awe.

“Thank You Stevie, I would never think someone as handsome as you would be complimenting me this way.” You gave him a teasing smile and he looked at you with a lovesick look on his face. “I don't see why I wouldn't be! You’re so pretty It feels almost illegal to NOT kiss the ground you walk on,” you looked at him with big eyes and let out another giggle. Sure, you wished it was Eddie but Sheesh, Steve knew how to make someone feel special. You shoved him a little before turning your attention to your locker getting ready to take your books out.

“Hey uh, Y/n, I don't want to leave just yet and I know the bell is about to ring, so can I walk you to class?” you looked back up at Steve and gave him a soft smile while nodding your head at him. He grabbed the books out of your hand and proceeded to walk you to your next class.

Eddie watched the encounter and felt his heart shatter just a little. Why did he feel this way? He’s been pining over Chrissy for over 6 years and he finally has the girl he wants. Why does he feel so hurt by the fact that Steve Harrington is walking you to class? He tried to shake the thoughts from his brain and focus on his girlfriend, but the lingering thought of you ending up with Steve made Eddie's heart pinch.

You and Steve had been together all day long. The previous conversations between the two of you had mostly been about Dustin since the two of you had that in common, but the more you talked to him and got to know him, you found out that you two had a lot more in common than just Henderson. You had been so infatuated with Steve that you didn't even think about Eddie and Chrissy all day long. You had never felt so at ease thanks to not constantly comparing yourself to Chrissy and wondering why Eddie didn't want you. At some point in the day you had briefly mentioned some of your insecurities and Steve somehow managed to discard every bad thought he was aware of. He genuinely was making you feel like the most beautiful girl in hawkins.

“I have to work afterschool, you can come along and we can get food afterwards if you’d like to.” Steve broke the comfortable silence, “I know you go to the hellfire club when school is over, so if you have that today it’s okay if you can’t-”

“No! It’s totally okay! I’d love to come see where you work. I can miss one day of hellfire.” it’s not like you actually played D&D anyways. You only went because you knew it was something Eddie was into and he was normally your ride home from school. The last time you’d been on a date was in the 7th grade with Jason Carver. He was the same asshole then that he is now, so you can only imagine how the date turned out. Maybe this date with Steve would help you move on from Chrissy and Eddie dating.

“Y/N!” you turned and saw Eddie jogging over to you leaving Chrissy behind by his van, “The campaign me and Henderson arranged together is today and I really want you to see how it turned out. I’m super stoked about it.” You looked at his big smile and his eyes as he went on about how proud of himself he was. You felt guilty that you couldn't come since you had already planned a date with Steve, but you haven’t felt wanted or special in such a long time. A date with Steve felt way more worth it than watching Eddie and Chrissy make out on his throne.

“M’sorry Eds, I have a date with Steve today. I’m sure the campaign is going to be amazing! Tell me how everything went tomorrow, okay?” You felt so incredibly terrible, watching his mood deflate as you turned him down. You put a hand on his arm, “Chrissy is going to be there. She’s your girlfriend and she’ll be so proud of you Eds!”

You turned your head towards Steve and stepped into his car. Eddie was still standing there with a look of defeat on his face. The engine started and you and Steve were off. You could see Eddie in the rear view mirror, looking like a puppy who had just been kicked. You felt awful for leaving him in the dust. But all of the guilt melted off as you felt Steve slot his hand on your plump thigh. You let the wind hit your face. For the first time in a long time, you felt secure and happy.

this isn’t my first time writing but it is my first time writing for stranger things i hope u like it:)

[stranger-fanfiction-n-things]

CHAPTER 1: THE VANISHING OF WILL BYERS

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: This was my favourite part to write. I love Diana and Lucas scenes.

Word Count: 2917

Masterlist

PROLOGUE || PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV

SINCLAIR RESIDENCE

Barb drops me home after school. I decide to study for Kaminsky’s test on my own. If I need help, I’ll call Barb. I open my front door, slipping my loafers off my feet. 

“Mom? Dad? I’m home!” I call out, closing the front door behind me. 

I take off my coat, hanging it on the coat hanger and pad down the foyer pass the sitting room towards the living room. Our home is open concept painted in muted colours of white and beige. On the light grey couch Erica is sitting watching television while playing with her dolls. 

“Hey monster,” I greet, kissing the top of her head. “Where’s mom and dad?” 

“They went to the supermarket; said they’ll be back in an hour.” She replies, looking at her dolls. “Aren’t you supposed to be at Nancy’s?” 

“Change of plans.” 

“Is it because of Will?” 

I frown shaking my head. “No, why would it be?

“I overheard Mom talking to Miss Byers on the phone. Miss Byers says Will is missing.” 

I flinch, my heart plummeting to my stomach. I grip the back of the couch. “What?” I exclaim. “Didn’t the boys all leave Mike’s at the same time?”

Erica shrugs. “I don’t know.” 

“Where’s Lucas?” 

 “In his room.” 

I run up the stairs to his room finding the door closed. My heart flutters in my chest. A closed door is a bad sign. Lucas rarely kept his door closed. I gently knock.

“I said leave me alone, Erica!” Lucas snaps. 

 “It’s me,” I say, calmly. “Can I come in?” 

Lucas doesn’t respond.  A sudden stab of anxiety is in my gut and I rock back and forth on my feet. I understand Lucas not wanting to talk to Erica. She was eight and annoyed him to no end, but me? I can’t wait any longer and raise my hand to knock again when I hear the faintest ‘yes’ from the other side. I sigh in relief, scared of Lucas shutting me out and open the door. 

I poke my head in first, just to make sure I heard him properly. Lucas lay on his bed staring blankly up at the ceiling. He doesn’t flinch or twitch at my presence so I open the door wider, letting myself in before closing it shut behind me. Lucas kept a clean room. All of us did, not like we had much of a choice. Dad was serving in the Vietnam War when he met Mom and brought with him all his military training and customs when they decided to marry and raise a family together. I gradually extend my leg tendu devant, looking at the arch in my foot before relaxing it. 

For the first time ever, the room feels cold. Lucas still hasn’t moved from his bed or even acknowledged me and it worries me. I stroll to the bed, climbing on top and lie down beside him staring up at the ceiling. Even lying beside my little brother, I feel like I am miles away from him. I don’t know what to say. I never understood how Nancy and Mike could go hours without talking to each other in their house. It was like they lived separate lives. Not here. I want to be a part of Lucas and Erica’s lives. I want both of them to know they can talk to me about anything. I’ll always listen even if I don’t understand. 

I turn my head, gazing at Lucas. When I was three years old, I asked Santa for a little brother. Then Mom got pregnant with Lucas and I never stopped talking about it. I told anyone who would listen. Santa got me a little brother. When Mom and Dad brought Lucas home from the hospital, it was love at first sight. I knew from that moment on, I would do anything for him. Sometimes I think about Lucas and Erica growing up and get emotional. They were once so small and followed me everywhere. Now, they don’t care what I do. I miss the times when Mom would dress us three alike. It was ridiculous because I am four years older than Lucas and eight years older than Erica. I don’t know how Mom managed to get matching outfits in threes. I should ask her tonight at dinner. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Lucas asks. 

“Because I love you,” I reply without thinking. 

“You’re freaking me out.” 

I smile, turning my head back to the ceiling. The room feels warm again, but my smile fades. I have to ask the one question a person did not want to be asked when something was clearly wrong. 

“Are you okay?” 

Lucas doesn’t respond right away. I push down the panic bubbling in my chest and rely heavily on patience. A few minutes pass before he shrugs his shoulders. I try again. 

“Erica told me about Will. Do you want to talk about it?” 

No answer again. My stomach shrivels and panic rises in my chest. I push myself up to sit leaning back against a pillow and cross my legs. On instinct, I point my toes. 

“Can you please talk to me?” 

Lucas closes his eyes and I let out a deep sigh accepting defeat. I desperately want to know what he is thinking and feeling, but maybe now isn’t the time. I shuffle to the edge of the bed. 

“Will didn’t show up to school today.” 

My heart leaps in my chest and I look back at Lucas. His eyes are open again but he is still looking up at the ceiling. I lean back on the pillow, not daring to say another word. Lucas wants me to listen, not talk. 

“I thought he would show at for AV club at least. Mr. Clarke got the Heath Kit Ham Shack I’ve been telling you about,” he sits up leaning against the other pillow, tucking his knees close to his chest. “It’s so cool. Mr. Clarke says we can communicate with people as far as Australia.” He gushes with a faint smile. My heart warms at the joy in his dark brown eyes. “Me, Mike, and Dustin were using the Heath Kit, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Will and what he would think about it, y’know?” 

“Then Principal Coleman came and asked to speak to all of us. Chief Hopper was outside the classroom looking at us and I knew it had to be about Will. We follow Principal Coleman to his office and then Chief Hopper starts asking us a bunch of questions about Will, but we haven’t seen him since last night.” 

“Questions like what?” I ask. Lucas looks at me for the first time since entering his room. 

“Like, when was the last time we saw him? How does he get home? We were all trying to explain to Chief Hopper that Will takes Mirkwood to go home.” 

I tilt my head to the side inquisitively. 

“It’s where Cornwallis and Kerley meet.” Lucas explains. “We could’ve shown him but he told us to go home after school. He won’t even let us help him look for Will!”

“You are helping Chief Hopper find will, Lucas. If you boys didn’t tell him how Will gets home, he wouldn’t have known where to look.”

Lucas disagrees with my reasoning, wrinkling his nose and shaking his head. 

“No one in town even knows Will exists. Only we do.” Lucas spoke, expression full of disdain. “We know Will more than anyone here. It’s not fair for us to be stuck at home when he’s missing!” 

“I understand, but we don’t know what happened to Will. If he’s been kidnapped or if the person who took him is still out there. What if you go out there and something happens to you too?” 

“I have my wrist-rocket.” Lucas says matter-of-factly. 

My eyebrows go up at his response and I press my lips together to keep from laughing out loud. I know he isn’t kidding about the wrist-rocket and that’s what makes his answer so cute and endearing. I remember when Dad bought it for him and how against Mom was about it saying it was too dangerous for Lucas to have. Dad says the wrist-rocket is harmless, but I’ve seen Lucas practice with the sling-shot and it was far from harmless. 

“What’s so funny?” Lucas asks, squinting his eyes suspiciously. 

“Nothing is funny.” I reply, grinning as I slide down until my head touches the pillow. 

Lucas plops backwards onto the pillow with a ‘hmph’. I roll to my side facing him, knowing he was ignoring my stare again. Reaching out my hand, I poke his cheek with my finger. A faint smile appears on his pink lips and he rolls to his side, batting my hand away. I can see the sadness beneath his kind eyes and it makes my heart ache for him.  I know how much Will means to my brother and the boys. They were a unit. A family. I would be frustrated too if Nancy or Barbara went missing and I wasn’t allowed to help look for them. But I’m turning 16 and Lucas just turned 12. The risk of him endangering himself out there is far too great. 

Lucas shuffles closer, resting his forehead under my chin. On instinct, I wrap my arms around his back holding him close, drawing circles against his back. I close my eyes breathing in his scent. He smells of the outdoors and coconut oil. His shoulders relax beneath my fingers. Lucas would die if the boys knew he loves to cuddle. It’s something we did together often. On the couch, in our beds, on the floor. Sometimes Erica joins when she’s in the mood, but that was rare. We are quiet for a long moment enjoying each other’s company. 

“I think it’s best you stay inside and let Chief Hopper look for Will, okay?” I speak. “Wrist-rocket or not.” 

 Lucas sighs. “Okay.” 

 “We’re going to find Will. I promise.” 

Lucas doesn’t respond, instead he nuzzles against me. I peer over his shoulder at the window. I think about Jonathan and Miss Byers and can’t fathom to know how they must be feeling right now. Nothing ever happens in Hawkins. It’s a quiet suburban town outside the metropolis. People don’t go missing in Hawkins. Most of the town knew each other growing up or grew up together. It’s why Dad loves it here so much. Hawkins is safe. Peaceful. Unassuming. Everyone’s day starts and ends the same way every day. The disappearance of Will Byers frightens me for that reason. It doesn’t make sense for him to vanish on a route he took every day and if someone knew this and took Will…I shudder, pulling Lucas close. I can’t bear to think of someone doing that and hope Chief Hopper finds Will soon. 

Dinner was quiet tonight. No one brought up Will’s disappearance for the sake of Lucas, but it weighed down on all of us. Lucas went straight to his room closing the door behind him. 

“Give him space.” Dad said, looking down at Mom who looked like she was about to follow after him. 

That was over three hours ago. 

Heavy rain rattles the window and thunder booms and cracks in the sky. I rub my tired eyes reading through my cue cards. I made at least 50 cards to study from, each colour-coded according to chapter. I softly hum a sequence from the Swan Lake tape playing from my boom box and I glance at the clock at the corner of my night table. 10:13pm. I sit up in my bed twisting my body to the side to crack my back and slipped out of bed. 

Dad went to look for Will with the search party Chief Hopper gathered and came back about an hour ago. There was still no sign of him. I bend forward touching my hands to the floor and stretch out my hamstrings. Stretching calms me down. My anxiety is through the roof. The Nutcracker showcase, Kaminsky’s test, Will’s disappearance, and the emotional state of my brother, it all played out in a loop in my head. I lower to the floor and sit in a side straddle. While flexing my feet, I lie down on my stomach in a middle split and close my eyes. 

I breathe deeply, allowing my body to relax into the stretch. Despite everything being scrambled up in my brain, the one thought at the forefront is my brother. I feel for him. I feel with him. When we spoke in the afternoon, I saw the way his eyes lit up and how excited he was to see the Heath Kit Ham Shack. The way he immediately thought of Will…I open my eyes and sigh, swimming through the split until my feet are behind me. I know Dad said to give Lucas space and I honour his space, but that was three hours ago. I need to check on him. 

Mine and Erica’s rooms are across from Mom, Dad and Lucas’s rooms. I slowly open my door careful not to be loud. Mom and Dad are in their room watching the news in their room. I saunter across the hall to Lucas’s room and softly knock, waiting to be let in. Nothing. Maybe he’s sleeping. I turn the knob, carefully opening his door. The lights were off except for the bedside lamp. I frown at the lump under the covers. It’s too smooth. Lucas is a terrible sleeper; his bedsheet would’ve been halfway off his bed if he were really asleep. 

Unless.

No. He wouldn’t. Lucas is too smart to leave home at this night, especially in the middle of a storm. Checking to see if anyone was around, I tiptoe to his bed and peel off the covers. I freeze staring at the pillow posing as my brother. I want to scream. I want to call Mom and Dad. Instead, I count down from five in my head, willing my mind and body to relax and I pull the covers back over the pillow.   

This is so stupid, even for him. I am in the mudroom by the garage wearing a bright yellow raincoat, slipping on a pair of red rainboots. The moon shines bright, illuminating this side of the house. I stand up reaching for a long umbrella in the umbrella stand and a flashlight on the shelf. Lucas is just in the front yard, playing soccer. I lie to myself. I know I should get Mom and Dad, but with Will disappearing, I don’t want another unfortunate spectacle to happen in Hawkins. 

My senses heighten as I hear shuffling in the garage and I stand still in case my mind is playing tricks on me. The door to the mudroom opens and Lucas slowly enters, closing the door carefully behind him. Without thinking, I march towards him. 

“Lucas!” I whisper loudly. 

Lucas jumps in a startle and I cover his mouth before he has a chance to scream. Waking up the entire house is not part of my plan. Lucas’s eyes are wide and fearful. Upon realizing it’s only me, he sighs in relief. I remove my hand from his mouth pulling my hood off my head at the same time. I am so overcome with anger and relief; I don’t know whether to hug or hit him. 

“Were you outside this whole time?” I hiss, quietly. I don’t give him the chance to answer. “Where were you, Lucas? Please, please tell me you didn’t go out to look for Will on your own.” 

“I didn’t. I swear. I was with Dustin and Mike.” 

“Like that’s any better.” I retort. “You have got to be kidding me! Chief Hopper had a search party out looking for Will tonight, Lucas. Dad went!” 

“We can’t just stay here and do nothing. We had to look for him ourselves. Will protected the Party from the Demogorgon, we had to at least try to find him.” 

I shake my head trying to make sense of what he just said. Demogorgon? I don’t know what he’s talking about. 

“What are you even saying right now? Do you know what time it is?” I don’t give him time to answer again. “You’re lucky it’s me and not Mom and Dad or worse Erica finding you.”

“I know.” 

I put my hands on his damp shoulders. “Don’t ever do that again.” 

“I won’t.” 

I sigh in relief, unbuttoning my raincoat. At least I don’t have to go outside in the rain. Lucas shrugs off his backpack and unzips his jacket, hanging it on the hanger. He then takes off his muddy running shoes, hiding them and picks up his backpack. By then, I am already in my pyjamas. 

“Diana?” Lucas says. I turn around. “Are you going to tell Mom and Dad?” he asks, eyes wary. 

 “No.” 

I know I should. But I won’t. Lucas is back in the house safe and sound. Mom and Dad don’t need to know what happened tonight. Lucas hugs me and I cringe, scrunching my nose. 

“Thank you. You’re the best.” 

“Ew, you’re cold and wet.” I grimace. “You need to take a shower before you get sick.” 

Lucas laughs quietly and I can’t help my smile. Eventually I hug him back kissing the top of his head. He’s safe and sound. That’s all that matters.

CHAPTER 2: THE WEIRDO ON MAPLE STREET

[haileymunson]

steve working at the video store moodboard

[lokisfirecracker]

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