#steve harrington x sister!reader

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Hi love! I'm not sure if your requests are open, forgive me if they aren't. But can you do something for eddie x harrington!reader? I just think it'd be fun to read something like that. Maybe even being Steve's twin idk. If you're up to writing it, it can be a blurb, headcanon or whatever works best for you <3 thank you for your time and have a great day

+ hi! could you do eddie with steve’s younger twin sister who’s really shy and into pink and pastel things? thanks!

Dating Eddie Munson and Being a Harrington

headcanons

summary: what it’s like to date eddie munson while being steve’s twin sister

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader (harrington!reader)

warning: swearing, mentions of canon typical violence

note: i’m so nervous for volume 2 on friday

You and Eddie met in high school, however you ran in totally different crowds. You may as well have went to completely different high schools.

Being a Harrington sibling, you were pretty popular. Not as popular as your twin brother, Steve, but definitely well-known throughout Hawkins High.

You were most likely on the cheer team or played some kind of sport.

Eddie definitely hated you. Truthfully, he didn’t know you but he knew your brother well enough to assume you weren’t much better than him.

Steve was an asshole in high school and while he never actively participated in making Eddie’s life a living hell, he also never stopped Tommy H. from dumping a plate of school cafeteria spaghetti all down Eddie’s prized Hellfire Club shirt (on numerous occasions).

While he absolutely despised you and your brother, Eddie couldn’t help but stare at you in wonder as you twirled your hair and doodled in your obnoxiously pink notebook during third period biology.

There was something about you that fascinated him. You were more quiet and timid, only speaking in class when you were spoken to. He almost didn’t believe you were Steve Harrington’s twin sister.

He spent an entire year building up the confidence to approach you. While Eddie usually had no problem striking up a conversation, you scared the shit out of him. He was positive that you would laugh in his face the moment you looked up from that ridiculous pink notebook.

You and Steve would get out of practice around the same time he was leaving Hellfire. Everyday, he would watch as your brother flung a playful arm around your shoulder, laughing when you harshly shoved his arm off, complaining of the odor.

Eddie would beg himself to just walk up to you and say something like “Hey, my name is Eddie and I think you’re really, super pretty and like, totally out of my league but I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime?” Then, he would talk himself out of it, deciding that that’s super lame and it’s probably not the best decision to ask you out in front of your douchebag of a brother.

Just when he had finally build up enough nerve, you graduated. He, however, did not and he was forced to spend yet another year at Hawkins High.

It was almost miserable for him to walk into yet another year of third period biology without the sight of you in your pretty pink skirt that rode up just a little too high when you sat down, making little notes and doodles all throughout class.

That sight was most definitely the reason he failed biology for the second time in a row.

He would see you around town or in Family Video, where you apparently worked with your brother and Robin Buckley, but he never approached you.

He totally gave up, choosing to focus more on DnD and actually graduating this year.

Then, things went to hell for Eddie and he found himself in your company more than he ever expected to be in his life.

Eddie was completely shocked that you and your brother weren’t the complete and utter assholes he sorta expected you to be.

He actually liked the Harringtons. Not just some lame crush, he actually found himself hoping that you, Steve, Robin, and Nancy Wheeler, of all people, would still want to hang out with him once this was all said and done. If all of you actually made it out of this, of course.

While in the Upside Down, the two of you actually get pretty close. Eddie makes it his mission to stay near you, just in case any of those creepy ass bats came back looking for trouble.

He really tries his best to strike up a conversation with you, but he’s still wildly awkward considering his feelings for you have come back ten fold.

He makes a comment about how the skirt you’re wearing is totally impractical for fighting interdimensional monsters, hoping to hear the giggles that he fell in love with the moment Robin made some stupid remark that you found funny.

However, given the current situation, you can’t bring yourself to laugh, responding with a “Well, I didn’t really have time to change before we got viciously attacked by demon bats.”

It’s not funny, but Eddie laughs anyway. His boisterous and unrestrained laughter is contagious and soon enough, both of you are fighting tears, bending over to catch your breath as Steve, Robin, and Nancy send you incredulous glances.

The ice is most definitely broken after that and you both find yourselves falling into easy conversation.

Neither of you notice, but from behind you, Nancy has to physically restrain Steve from interrupting your conversation and pulling you away.

After a few hours of mindlessly wondering about the Upside Down, desperately searching for a way out, the five of you finally come across the gate in Eddie’s trailer.

You can’t help but recognize the stark contrast between his house and your own. His bedroom door is open and, even through all the modifications of the Upside Down, you can see how different his room is. While yours is filled with pastels and pinks, his is darker and the walls are covered exclusively with posters for various rock bands that you had never heard of.

Eddie, who often chooses the worst possible timing ever, watches as Robin tumbles from a makeshift rope into his real trailer and before you can make your way up the rope, casually mentions “You know, once this is all over, I know a really good place we can get a cheeseburger. Maybe we could see a movie or something, too?”

He doesn’t meet your eyes, choosing instead to focus on the weird interdimensional portal above his head. Steve furrows his eyebrows in confusion as you smile at Eddie, giggling when you realize his nervousness.

As you climb the makeshift rope, you grin down at Eddie, “I’d really like that, Munson.”

He grins back up at you, filled with a sudden motivation to get the hell out of there.

[alyswritings]

Favorite Song

STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR SPOILERS

Request: hey! could i request a steve harrington x youngersister!reader? ⚠️SPOILERS⚠️ she is about 15 and steve and the group are all out when they realise that y/n is vecnas next victim? they rush to his house and find her when shes floating up and her bones are snapping but they manage to save her from there? sibling fluff lol. thank you!

Steve Harrington x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N is Vecna's next target.

Warnings: season 4 spoilers, mentions of snapping bones, some swearing, ultra worried and protective big brother steve

a/n: i’m back! thank you so much for the request! hope you all enjoy!!

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It's the day after Max almost lost her life to Vecna, the group bunking at the Wheeler household. They're all trying to think of how they could possibly defeat Vecna with what little they know and the lack of Eleven and her powers.

Steve lays on the couch in the basement, twirling a pen around in his hand as his mind racks for anything to help.

"Can you stop with the pen?" Dustin sighs.

"What?" Steve mumbles, getting knocked out of his thoughts.

"Stop with the pen flipping. It's annoying." Dustin says.

Steve maintains eye contact as he resumes flipping the pen around. Dustin rolls his eyes, slumping against the back of the chair, his hands digging into his curls.

"Steve, I'm about to kill you." Dustin threatens.

"I have a pen. I could easily stab you in the eye." Steve says.

"Oh, my God." Dustin sighs.

"Would you two shut up?" Lucas intervenes, lightly rolling his eyes.

"I second that question." Robin speaks up.

"Hey, what were the symptoms again?" Steve suddenly asks.

"What?" Nancy asks.

"The symptoms. You know, the ones that were written in the shrink's notebook. The other Vecna victims. What were they?" Steve asks. "Max?"

"Why does it matter?" The redhead questions, only one ear covered with the headphones.

"Just tell me." Steve says.

"Headaches, trouble sleeping, nightmares... nose bleeds. What's so important?" Max asks.

Steve stares at the ground, his eyebrows creasing as his thoughts run a mile a minute. He quickly pieces everything together, eyes widening in realization.

"Shit, shit, shit. No." Steve dashes over to the phone by the stairs.

"What? What is it?" Max asks, the others looking at him in confusion.

"Steve, what is it?" Nancy asks.

"Y/N. She, uh... she started having headaches about five or six days ago. And, uh, and nightmares. And her nose has bled a couple of times." Steve explains, dialing his home phone.

"how do you know she has nightmares?" Lucas asks.

"Cause she wakes me up after them. She isn't able to go back to sleep." Steve says, his tone harsh. He anxiously listens to the line ring, praying for it to be picked up.

"You didn't think to inform her of anything?" Dustin asks.

"I haven't exactly been home the past 48 hours, Henderson." Steve snaps.

"We have walkie talkies! She has a walkie talkie!" Dustin exclaims.

"Okay, relax. This isn't solving anything." Nancy interjects.

The voicemail starts, making Steve hold onto the phone tighter, his fear spiking.

"Fuck." He slams the phone onto the receiver and darts up the stairs two or three at a time. The others quickly rush after him, managing to get into his car before he peels off.

"Steve. Relax. I'm... I'm sure she'll be okay." Nancy tries to comfort.

"Yeah, yeah, no. Just a, you know, just a freakin' other worldly monster possibly going after her... possibly killing her right now." Steve says, his free hand running through his hair continuously. The hand on the steering wheel tightly grips it, his knuckles turning white.

What feels like hours, but is only about ten minutes, Steve pulls up to his house, quickly putting the car in park. He hurries out, running up to the front door, finding it locked.

"Come on." Steve groans. Robin rushes up with the keys and Steve snatches them from her as the others gather around Robin. Steve tries to restrain the shakiness in his hands enough to find the correct key. He finds it and tries to insert the key into the hole, but his hands are too shaky, failing at the simple task.

"Come on, come on." Steve mutters under his breath, internally cursing himself out for not being able to do it. "Damn it!" He exclaims as the keys drop to the ground.

"Here." Max quickly takes the keys and inserts the house key into the hole, quickly unlocking the door.

"Y/N!" Steve hurries inside, looking around for her. "I-- I got her room, you guys check down here." He says, beginning the run upstairs. Dustin is quick behind him, not wanting his friend to be alone. Especially if they are too late to save Y/N.

"Y/N!" Steve calls out, rushing to her bedroom door that's shut. Steve tries to open it to find it locked. "Are you fucking kidding me? Y/N!" Steve pounds on the door, but doesn't receive an answer. "Screw this. She can kill me later."

Steve backs up a few feet.

"Uh, I don't think that's the brightest--" Dustin is cut off by Steve colliding with the door which breaks open, the man freezing at what he finds. "--idea." He finishes.

Dustin walks in, his eyes immediately going to the teenage girl who is floating in the air, her head leaned back to the ceiling.

"No, no, no. Y/N. Y/N!" Steve yells, going over and shaking her arm. "Fuck!"

His yells cause everybody else to come upstairs, them all freezing at the same situation Max was in merely 24 hours ago.

"Steve!" Dustin shouts, managing to get the older one's attention. "What's her favorite song?!"

"Um-- uh-- uh... shit." Steve is aware he knows as Y/N blares her favorite song at least once a week. But his fear overcomes his normal thought process making it harder for him to remember.

"What is it?!" Dustin shouts, getting impatient.

"Uh-- I-- oh! "Love Will Tear Us Apart." Um, uh... Joy Division. Yeah. Yeah, that's it." Dustin finds the drawer full of cassette tapes and pulls it out of the nightstand, dumping all of the tapes onto the bed.

The group of teens shuffle through them until they find the correct one.

"Got it!" Lucas exclaims.

Dustin hands him the Walkman and Lucas quickly manages to put the tape in. Steve yanks the device out of the boy's hands and he stands on the bed. Steve reaches out, just able to reach Y/N and put the headphones over her ears.

Steve hits the play button, the music starting to play. He hooks the Walkman onto her pants, jumping off the bed.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Steve shouts. "Y/N!"

Everybody else calls out her name, trying to get her to wake up, hoping it could help somehow.

Steve tightly grips onto his sister's left hand, feeling her skin start to grow colder than usual.

"Hey, hey! Come on, Y/N/N! Stay with me!" Steve screams, shaking her arm a bit. "Wake up!"

Y/N's right ankle starts to bend backward.

"Steve." Dustin mutters. Steve looks at him before following his gaze to Y/N's ankle just in time to see it snap. Everybody grimaces, turning away.

"No. No, no. Come on, Y/N! Fight this!" Steve yells. "Fight him! Fight it!"

After a few moments, a sharp inhale comes from Y/N before her body falls to the floor. Before she can land on the carpet, Steve has his arms around her waist, breaking her fall.

Y/N is hyperventilating as she looks around, realizing she's in her room and she recognizes the people in her room and they look perfectly normal.

"Hey. Hey." Steve quickly moves to her side, one hand on her back. Y/N turns to the soft voice, still panicking, tears streaming down her face. Though she feels safe when she realizes it's her older brother. "Hey, hey. You're okay now. I'm right here."

Y/N breaks into sobs and she leans into Steve, hiding her face in his collarbone. Steve wraps an arm around her, one hand cradling her head to him and the other rubbing her back.

Y/N tightly clutches onto Steve's shirt like it's a lifeline.

"Shhh. Shhh. It's okay. I got you." Steve comforts, talking softly, but still loud enough for her to hear him over her sobs. "I've got you. I'm right here. It's all right." He rocks them back and forth, pushing more tears back. He rapidly blinks to rid himself the tears, though a few do manage to escape.

"It's okay." Steve reassures.

- - -

Steve made Y/N keep her headphones on for at least an hour while they got her to the hospital to get her ankle treated. They spent a good couple of hours there before going back to the Wheelers' house.

Y/N looks between each group member from where she sits on the couch, settled into Steve's side, a headphone on one ear, her favorite song playing.

"So... there's a new Upside Down monster... and he's kind of basically Freddy Krueger. Except we don't have to be asleep." Y/N says.

"Pretty much, yeah." Dustin nods.

"And it killed Chrissy and Fred and almost killed Max? And me." Y/N says.

"Exactly." Lucas nods.

"God, can't we just have one normal year? Is that too much to fucking ask for?" Y/N questions, frowning and slouching down.

"We'll, uh... leave you two alone." Nancy says. She notices the look in Steve's eyes and knows even though that Y/N is currently okay, he needs to make sure she is and verbally be there for her just as much as he is without words. Though he isn't about to express emotion in front of everybody.

"Why are we leaving them alone?" Dustin asks as Lucas and Max head upstairs.

"We shouldn't be crowding her." Nancy states.

"But Steve is literally right next to her." Dustin argues.

"Well, one person isn't crowding her. Six is." Nancy retorts.

"We're down to four now. Two just left." Dustin says.

"Go." Nancy demands, pointing upstairs.

"Just go, Dustin." Robin rolls her eyes.

"I don't see the huge deal." Dustin objects.

"I will smack you over the head. Go." Robin says, shoving him towards the stairs. Dustin continues to complain as he walks upstairs, followed by the two girls, Nancy shutting the door after they reach the top.

Steve gently drums his fingers on Y/N's arm, thinking of how to start talking.

"You, um... you okay?" Steve asks, wincing at the stupid question. Y/N looks at him and he cluelessly shrugs.

"Physically... been better, but I'll live. I've had a broken bone before. Mentally? Been much better... I might live. Or with new information, I might die." Y/N says.

"We'll figure it out. Okay? None of us -- me especially -- are going to let this fucker take you or Max away. We will figure something out and you two will be okay." Steve states. Y/N manages a fake smile which Steve can very easily see right through.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" Y/N asks.

"I mean, sort of just found out. Been a busy couple of days. Either way, I don't want you involved in this shit." Steve says.

"I'm sorry. Who was involved in it first?" Y/N asks. "My friend went missing. I've been in this longer than you."

"Yeah, by like, a few days or something." Steve argues.

"It's still longer." Y/N argues.

"Well, I'm older. You have to listen to me." Steve says.

"No, not really. I don't." Y/N objects.

"I am an adult. You are a kid. You listen to me." Steve says.

"God, what are you, dad? Shut up." Y/N rolls her eyes.

Y/N starts to drum her hair tie with her thumb, a nervous habit she has, which Steve notices it.

"You, uh... you wanna talk about it? The experience? Or whatever you saw?" Steve asks.

"No." Y/N answers after a few moments. "No, I... I don't think I can."

"Okay. That's okay." Steve assures. He tightens his hold on her comfortingly, holding her a bit closer. "Can I ask one question, though?"

"What?" Y/N sighs.

"Is the music really what helped? Like... nothing else?" Steve asks.

"Well... the music... I don't know, it... it helped, I guess. I mean, I started hearing it and I wasn't as super terrified as I had been. I-- I mean, I was, but... I don't. But a... some sort of portal opened and--and I saw you guys in my room and all yelling my name and trying to wake me up. And you were holding my hand and... and, I don't know. I just started thinking of everybody."

"What do you mean?" Steve asks.

"Just memories with people. With Max and-and El and the boys... Robin, you. Hell, even Erica and Nancy." Y/N says.

"Erica?" Steve asks.

"Yep." Y/N nods. "Yeah, it confuses me, too, kind of. But we did sneak into a Russian base together, so." Y/N says.

"Yeah, true." Steve mumbles. "Is that what helped you wake up?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I just... I thought of wanting to live... and-and keep being with you guys. Can't do that if I'm dead. Most of the memories were you, though."

"Really?" Steve asks.

"Yeah. Just simple things, honestly. All those nights of building forts and watching movies. You giving me my first sip of beer. Letting me wake you up after I have nightmares. You always taking care of me since mom and dad are always working and stuff."

"Mmm. Yeah. Guess I've been a babysitter since I was, like, five, huh?" Steve asks, messing with some strands of her hair.

"You're a pretty damn good babysitter." Y/N says, a small smile on her face.

"I know. It's why I keep getting elected." Steve grumbles.

"You may act like you hate it, but it's fun. And besides, you know you care about all of us." Y/N says.

"Yeah, whatever." Steve mutters, Y/N quietly laughing as her brother pretends to not be as caring as he actually is.

"Thank you... for getting home in time." Y/N says.

"You don't have to thank me. It's my job to protect you, right? I refuse to lose that job." Steve says.

"You're a pretty damn good brother, too." Y/N comments.

"Thanks. I guess you're a good sister." Steve teases. Y/N smacks him and he laughs. "You're a pretty damn good sister."

"Thank you." Y/N says through a yawn.

"You can go to sleep. I'll stay right here. Just keep at least one of the headphones on." Steve says.

"Okay." Y/N mumbles, lying down on the couch. She puts a pillow on Steve's lap and puts her head on the pillow, her feet resting next to the couch arm.

Y/N keeps one headphone over her ear, the song playing on repeat for the thousandth time. Steve plays with her hair, helping her fall asleep.

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Love Drunk 0.4

Pairing: Eddie Munson x older sister!Harrington reader

Also includes: Steve Harrington x sister!reader (siblings)

AU: No Upside Down.

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N Harrington left Hawkins with her boyfriend when she turned eighteen to follow her dreams of being a rock star. Three years later, she returns to Hawkins alone and scarred. Now, she has to repair her broken relationship with her younger brother while trying to prevent herself from falling for a cute metalhead who plays at the Hideout, where she works.

Warnings: Mentions of domestic violence.

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Corroded Coffin's set was a half hour long, by the end of it I was busying myself cleaning the glasses left by customers and keeping an eye on my brother from my place at the bar.

Yes, he was old enough that he didn't need my protection anymore, but I knew what being in a bar underage was like and didn't want him dipping his toes in the wrong crowd.

Seeing the group he came with tonight, a bunch of young teens and some respectable-looking kids his own age, it seemed that they'd keep him out of trouble.

"We're Corroded Coffin, thank you and goodnight!" The bar cheered, but I could hear Dustin's voice over everything else going on, which made me chuckle as I started putting away the clean glasses.

Jim strolled over to me with a smile, stopping beside me as he leaned against the bar, "Don't you miss that? Your hometown cheering you on after you blew them away with your amazing vocals?"

I rolled my eyes, "It's not going to happen, Jim."

"But it'll be just like old times!"

"I haven't performed in three years. The only person who gets to hear me sing and play guitar is my dog. Besides, I left my guitar in California." I put the drying rag over my shoulder and crossed my arms turning to him.

It was Jim's turn to roll his eyes, "We have instruments in the back, Y/N, come one! Just one song, next Thursday, you've got me beggin' here!"

I pursed my lips; what could be the harm in performing one song? I doubted my presence in the bar would bring as many people in as Jim was claiming, but if he thought it would help him out, I was willing to give it a shot.

I breathed deeply, "Fine, you've worn me down. One song, Jim, ONE."

He nearly jumped for joy when I agreed, "I knew you'd come around, Harrington, I need to start advertising it." He turned on his heels and raced to the kitchen, where his office was hidden in the back corner.

Rolling my eyes, I turned back to begin cleaning behind the bar, only for my eyes to lock onto dark brown ones belonging to Eddie, who stood on the other side of the bar with a small smile on his face.

I rose an eyebrow and tossed the rag I was holding onto my shoulder, leaning forward against the bar with a small smirk of my own, "Hey there, Rockstar. What can I get you?"

I watched as his eyes widened, but his recovery was quick, "Just a Sprite, uh, yeah." He said awkwardly, running a hand through his long curly hair, "I'm only twenty, Jim would kill me."

I scoffed, grabbing a glass from under the table, "Please, you bring buisness, one drink isn't going to send me to jail. You just got off stage. You deserve a proper drink." I winked at him and started looking through the selection of liquor.

What would be a good drink to make for this guy?

"I don't want to get you in trouble." He said quickly, but I dismissed him.

"I've known Jim since I was sixteen. I'll just get a slap on the wrist. Relax, I'll make you a drink."

After the back and forth, he gave in, leaning forward as he watched me make his drink, "How long have you worked here? I've never seen you before."

"Tonight's my first day,"

"That'll do it." He joked and I slid his drink over to him. He looked at the drink and hesitated before looking up at me.

"It's a rum and coke, but if anyone asks, it's a coke." I winked at him again, leabinh firward to start shamelessly flirting, but in the corner of my eye, I noticed Steve rushing over to us with his eyes widened slightly.

"No no no–" He said quickly as he approached us, making me raise an eyebrow at his tense state. He pointed to Eddie, "No." Then he turned to point at me, "No." Finally, he threw both hands in the air, "Nope, I am putting an end to... whatever this is right now."

Eddie blinked while I was unbothered by his overdramatic tendencies, "What's the problem, man?"

"That–" he pointed to me, while looking at him, "Is off limits."

I smiled innocently, "Steve, why don't you introduce me to your friend?" I cocked my head to the side and watched as Eddie took a sip from the drink I made him.

Taking a deep breath, Steve reluctantly began to introduce me, "Eddie, this my sister. Y/N Harrington."

The sentence seemed to send a Shockwave through Eddie because the contents of his drink spewed from his mouth, droplets landing on the floor next to him as he turned to look at me. He glanced between the two of us and cleared his throat, placing the drink on the bar counter, "You have a sister?"

I chuckled, "He wishes he didn't, but alas, here I am."

Steve rolled his eyes, "I've never said that, but yes, Munson, I do have a sister. She's older."

"And better." I joked with a wink, making Eddie visibly flush, and Steve sent a glare.

"Not my friends." He snapped, pointing at me and I raised my full hands in surrender.

"Fine, fine. Have it your way, Stevie. I will be here, pretending I'm merely a background character in your heartwarming tale of self-growth and friendship." I turned away, sighing dramatically as I leaned against one of the support beams, cleaning a dirty glass in my hand.

Steve sighed, "I'm throwing an after-party thing for all of us at our house. Just thought I'd let you know."

"Keep them out of my room, Baxter isn't too keen on having guests."

Huffing, Steve grabbed Eddie by the sleeve of his leather jacket and pulled him over to the registers, away from me as I smirked.

I wasn't looking for a new relationship anyway, I had other matters to deal with before thinking about starting something new with someone else.

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The next day rolls around, and I sat in the doctor's office, kicking my feet as I waited for her to return.

She knocked on the door and strolled in with a big machine and a smile on her face, "Hello Y/N, now after your Physical that I did I noticed some healing bruises...may I ask where you got those?"

I took a deep breath, knowing that this conversation would've had to happen at some point during my stay in Hawkins, but I wish I could've settled down more before it did happen, "My ex-fiancé was physically abusive towards me. I packed my stuff and left him last week."

She pursed her lips, grabbing the clipboard and holding it to her, "Are you worried about him finding you after he learns the news?"

I shook my head quickly, "I don't plan on telling him at all; he doesn't have the right. As soon as I learned of it, I got out of there and came back here. I don't want to tell anyone else, so I plan on saving up and moving to Louisiana or something. Anywhere that has no ties to him or our past."

She tilted her head, beginning to prep the machine, "Is he from Hawkins, too?"

"Born and raised, just as I was."

"I will leave you with a card to call in the event that he decides to come back to try and find you," she grabbed a bottle of gel and gestured for me to lay back, "Lift your shirt."

I did as she asked, lifting my shirt, and she squeezed the cold gel and moved it around with the transducer, looking at the ultrasound machine and searching for the parasite that was placed into my body.

"I found the baby," she said as the heartbeat was heard from the speakers, knocking the wind out of me. I cursed under my breath and tilted my head to rest it on the bed, "You look about twelve weeks along and the baby looks healthy. We can schedule an appointment for your next ultrasound which will also be where we can find out the baby's gender, if you'd like."

I nodded slowly, "Yeah, that sounds great, doc." I gave her a tight-lipped smile and she nodded, grabbing a pamphlet and handing it to me.

"There's a long list of vitamins that you should be taking in there, you should be taking. Also, there's a support group for victims of domestic violence that meet every Monday if you need someone to talk to about all this."

Just like that, when a doctor confirmed it, I knew my journey was just beginning.

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

My Sweetest Downfall - Chapter Five

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Work Summary:

Eddie’s back from the Upside Down, but things aren’t exactly how he left them. Hawkins is in pieces, his friends are scattered and the love of his life is… pregnant?

Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Chapters:Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2364

Read on AO3.

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Notes:

BIG WARNINGS ON THIS ONE for abusive parents, physical violence, choking, medical stuff, torture. To avoid spoilers, there are more details in notes at the bottom of the post if you want to know more before reading.

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~ TWO MONTHS EARLIER ~

When you awoke the next morning, it was to the smell of breakfast cooking. Confused, you checked the clock. Steve was supposed to be at work. Had he taken the day off?

You pulled on a dressing gown and made your way downstairs. To your surprise, your father was sitting at the dining table, his newspaper open, but as you entered, he set it down.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he said, smiling at you. You just blinked at him. “Your mother is making breakfast. Why don’t you sit down?”

Slowly, you sat down at the table. It was laid for three, with a jug of orange juice in the middle. A moment later, your mom appeared with a large stack of blueberry pancakes.

“Good, you’re up,” she said, setting the pancakes on the table. She put a couple of them on your plate, and then poured some juice into your glass.

Your heart was pounding. The last time your mother had cooked you breakfast had been your twelfth birthday. You had a bad feeling about this. But then she smiled at you, and your heart clenched. For a brief moment, you remembered what it was to be a little girl who just wanted her mommy.

Did you dare hope that this wasn’t some ploy? Could it be that now you were having a baby, your parents were trying to mend bridges?

“Thanks, mom,” you said.

“I booked you an appointment at the clinic today,” said your father, taking his own stack of pancakes.

You frowned. “What clinic?”

“A women’s health clinic, obviously.”

Your gut twisted. “I don’t want to- I’m not going to-”

Your father raised a hand. “Relax. It’s just a routine check-up. I want to make sure my baby girl is getting the best care there is.”

You hadn’t been his baby girl in a very long time. “I already have a doctor.”

“Well, regardless, I’ve asked around and this guy is definitely the best. We’re sparing no expense here. Understood?”

“… Yes, dad.”

After breakfast, you showered and dressed – a habit you were still struggling to create – and then got into the car with your parents.

They were both quiet for most of the drive, which suited you just fine. The clinic was twenty minutes from your home, in another of Hawkins’ deeply suburban neighbourhoods.

The waiting room was empty. As the nurse called your name for your appointment, both of your parents stood up too.

“Oh, I think I can handle this part by myself,” you said. “Thanks, though.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” said your father in a tone that brooked no argument. “We’re coming in with you.” It was evident you wouldn’t be able to stop him.

In the consulting room, the doctor welcomed the three of you in.

“Your father has already informed me all about your case,” he reassured you. You were not reassured.

You glanced at the examination bed in the middle of the room. It had stirrups attached. You felt a sinking in your stomach.

“Take these,” said the doctor, handing you a small cup full of pills.

“What are they?”

“Painkillers. They’ll make the procedure much easier for you.”

“Procedure?” Your hands were trembling now.

“The termination,” he said, as if it were obvious.

“I don’t- I’m not-”

Your father shifted over to sit down beside you and gripped your arm tight enough to hurt. “There, there, sweetheart,” he said through gritted teeth. “It’ll all be over soon, and you won’t have to worry about this little problem anymore.”

“You’re hurting me.” You could barely breathe. You tried to pull your arm out of his grip but he held fast.

So you did the only thing you could think of. You tipped the little cup of pills into your mouth. Your dad’s grip loosened.

“Alright, now please remove your clothes and put on this gown,” said the doctor, laying a hospital gown on the edge of the examination bed. “And then get up on the bed, with your feet in the stirrups.”

“Can I please use the restroom first?” you asked, trying not to garble the words around the mouthful of painkillers.

“Of course. It’s down the hall, on the right.”

“I’ll come with you, dear,” said your mom, but you were already out the door.

“Sorry, emergency,” you said. “Gotta poop real bad.” That stopped her in her tracks. As casually as you could, you walked back towards the reception area, straight past the restrooms. The receptionist didn’t even look up as you walked back out into the parking lot.

Well.

Now what?

Your dad’s car was still parked in its spot, but there’s no way he wouldn’t have taken his keys with him. If Eddie was here, he could’ve shown you how to hotwire it.

Eddie.

Your heartstrings tugged at you, reminding you of the reason you were here. This baby was yours and Eddie’s, and there wasn’t a force in this world that could take it away from you. You turned and spat out the painkillers into a plant pot next to the clinic door.

You knew that you didn’t have long. Any moment, your parents would be bursting through that door to drag you back into the clinic, and who knows what would happen then?

With the amount of money your father had at his disposal, you couldn’t be sure that the staff of the clinic wouldn’t turn a blind eye to the situation, and perform the procedure without your consent. The thought was enough to get you moving.

You started to run. There was a strip mall about a mile from here, and they would surely have a payphone you could use.

As soon as you were around the corner, away from the clinic, you slowed to a fast walk. Your side was already burning, although you’d only run fifty yards or so. The extra weight of your pregnancy was taking its toll on you.

At any moment, you were sure that you would hear your parents’ voices chasing you, or perhaps their car coming up on you from behind. You weaved through the side streets, desperate to make sure they weren’t tailing you. Thankfully, that moment never came.

You made it to the strip mall in twenty minutes, panting and exhausted. If you’d had any breath left, you would’ve sighed in relief when you saw the phone booth.

It was only once you’d made it inside that you realised how badly you were shaking. You had no money on you, so you punched in the numbers to make a collect call.

“Hello, Family Video?” To your great relief, it was Steve who answered the phone. He sounded confused, no doubt because of the collect call. You hoped he didn’t get in trouble for accepting the charges.

“Steve,” you said, and then burst into tears. He said your name, sounding confused and worried. In between sobs, you explained to him what had happened.

“Where are you? I’ll come and pick you up.” You gave him your location. “I’ll be right there, I promise. Ten minutes, tops. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He made it to you in seven minutes. You had never been so glad to see anyone in your life as when his car pulled up beside the bench you were sitting on.

You pushed down on the bench to get up, and managed to stand just as Steve reached you, wrapping you up in a tight hug. His face was still bruised from your dad’s fist. Anger flared in you again, but quickly burned away into despair.

“Steve-” You tried to speak, but it just came out as a choked up sob. He clung to you, encircling you with his arms.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered. “I’m so fucking sorry. I should never have left you alone with them.”

“It’s not your fault.”

He pulled back to look you in the eyes, setting his hands on your shoulders. “I want to promise you something. You’re not gonna have to raise your baby in that house, under our parents’ thumbs, okay? I’m gonna ask for a raise. I’ll get a second job if I have to. And we’ll get an apartment, just you and me. And we won’t have to answer to anyone.”

You let out another sob and wrapped your arms around him.

~ PRESENT DAY ~

A switchboard had been set up in Hopper’s cabin. It was somewhere that was far from the action, to keep it safe, and any population centres, to avoid civilian casualties. The doors and windows were all boarded up, and there was a decent supply of weapons here, in the event that Vecna did find you.

Hopper knew, as you all did, that left to their own devices, the kids would get themselves in trouble. They hated being left out of the action. That was why you and Eddie were staying with them. You were letting them man the switchboard so that you could all keep in contact, and so that they would feel useful.

Dustin was a whizz with electronics anyway. This was the best place for him.

The only child not under your care right now was Eleven, because she was needed elsewhere. She was your one chance at taking down Vecna, but she wouldn’t have to do it alone.

Hopper had brought in the police force to assist in this foray into Vecna’s realm. Steve was out there too, with Robin, and Nancy, and Jonathan, and every other person who had been caught up in the web of the Upside Down. Hop had promised you that he would keep your brother safe.

Your pregnancy was a good reason to keep you out of harm’s way. No one had said it, but Eddie was pretty sure that he was being kept here, away from the fighting, because Hopper didn’t fully trust him yet. He supposed that he couldn’t blame him.

Everyone else was part of a complex plan to draw Vecna out, distract him, or destroy him. Eddie hadn’t been paying all that much attention. He knew his part. You and he would guard the switchboard, protect the kids, and stay safe.

Your arm curled around your stomach as Dustin sat at the switchboard, relaying instructions between the teams. Eddie wondered if you would let him touch you right now. He really wanted to put his arms around you and assure you that everyone was going to be okay, even if he didn’t believe it himself.

Of course, you’d see right through him. You always did.

Your posture was uninviting. You were tilted away from him, your arms resting on your knees, staring off into space. Eddie raised a hand, tentatively reaching out for you, and then withdrew it suddenly.

The thought of your rejection was too painful. He’d rather delude himself that you’d welcome his touch and never have that belief challenged.

So he went and sat down by Max and Lucas instead. Lucas eyed him with annoyance. Max turned to face him, unseeing. He realised, belatedly, that she had no way of knowing it was him.

“Hey Max,” he said, watching as the recognition flickered across her face. “Sinclair.” Lucas nodded at him.

“Why aren’t you talking to your girlfriend?” asked Lucas, sounding pissed off. Eddie had interrupted his conversation with Max. The shine of being newly returned from the dead had clearly already faded.

“Don’t be a dick,” Max snapped. “He can come talk to us if he wants.”

“She’s not my girlfriend, by the way,” Eddie interjected.

Lucas snorted. “You got her pregnant.”

“You don’t have to be boyfriend-girlfriend for that.”

“Gross.”

“And does everyone know that the baby is mine? Did she tell you all?”

“Well, whose else would it be?” asked Max, as if it was a given that you hadn’t slept with anyone else.

Eddie thought about that for a moment. He knew you didn’t date much, and you’d slept with a couple of people before him, but there was no one else in your life that seemed to be a likely candidate.

“We all figured something like this would happen eventually,” said Lucas, shrugging. “You two used to be around each other, like, all the time.”

“And you were always making gooey eyes at each other,” came Erica’s voice from over his shoulder. He jumped, almost knocking into her. “Watch it!”

“I- We do not make gooey eyes.”

“Sure, you don’t.” She rolled her eyes at him. He was about to respond when activity by the switchboard distracted him.

He tuned in just in time to hear Steve say, “We’ve crossed the gate, but this whole place seems… empty?” His voice crackled through the speakers.

“We’re at the Creel house,” came Joyce’s reply. “And it’s empty too. No vines. No dogs. No bats.”

Eddie took a step towards the switchboard and stumbled. There was something wrong. A sudden pain shot through his eyeballs. He doubled over, clutching his head.

“Eds?” You rushed to his side, but he was already gone.

As the pain ripped through him, it all came back.

Vines sewing up his broken body. Agony as he was contorted this way and that. Vecna’s voice always in his ear.

He had been in the Upside Down for months. He had been Vecna’s personal project. Vecna tore him apart and put him back together more times than he could count. That was how he’d survived. Vecna had healed his body so that he could torture it some more.

No, it can’t have been just that. There must’ve been another reason. He tried to think, but the pain was blinding. Someone was clawing at his arms. His muscles were tensed.

“You’re going to be my little puppet, aren’t you, Edward?” Vecna’s voice was cold and low in his ear, so close that it was almost real, and Eddie snapped back into himself.

Multiple pairs of hands were grabbing at his arms, trying to pull him away or incapacitate him. He blinked, refocusing on what was happening in the room. You were laying beneath him, your eyes watering, bruises on your neck in the shape of his hands.

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Notes:

Warnings for parents attempting to coerce/force reader into getting an abortion, mind control, domestic abuse-adjacent stuff (although Eddie isn't in control of his actions)

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[i-writes-things]

Hi!! Could you please write a headcanon with Steve Harrington with a younger sister (around 6-7) who absolutely adores Robin. Literally thinks Robin is the coolest person in existence and Steve gets super jealous over it while Robin just absolutely loves the fact that Steve's little sister favourites her.

(If not dw <3 Hope you have a great day!)

Robin's Little Shadow

"When is Robin coming over, next?" You sat on the couch across from your older brother, his head in a magazine.

"What?"

"When are we gonna see Robin?"

"I don't know, she's doing stuff this weekend."

-

"Robin!!" You run up to her a huge smile on your face.

"Y/n! Hey!" Robin picks you up, and spins around in a circle.

"I thought you were doing band stuff today?"

"Got cancelled," Her focus stayed on you, while she answered her friend. "and Dustin told me yesterday that we need to meet up."

"With everyone?" Robin nodded at Steve's question. You laid your head on Robin's shoulder.

"I wanna go to the meeting!"

"No. Big kids only." Steve rebuttaled towards his sister, kinda annoyed that she had dragged him out of the house at 9 am just to see Robin.

"Robin are you in the band?"

"Yes, I am, I play the trumpet!" Robin mimics playing the trumpet with her free hand. You laugh at her, making Robin chuckle along with you. Steve hated that you thought Robin was cooler than him.

"Robin?" She hummed in response. "Your the coolest person ever. On the Earth!" A smile quickly appeared on her lips and thanked the small girl over and over, before Steve stepped in, not being able to take all the emotions.

"Okay, come on Y/n/n, we gotta go. We can get ice cream!" You squealed happily and asked if Robin could come along too? "No." You had your puppy eyes out, "Fine." they always worked.

In the car, Steve made Robin sit in the back. Robin could tell his friend was upset, just not what about.

"Stevie what flavor are you gonna get?"

"I was thinking strawberry."

"Strawberry?" Robin scuffs.

"What's wrong with Strawberry?" Steve defends himself.

"Stevie look ICE CREAM!" You shouted, spotting the ice cream parlor down the road.

-

"I'll have..." Steve thought long and hard about what he should do.

"Strawberry!" You shouted behind Steve.

"Yeah, strawberry." As we all walked out with ice cream in hand.

"Why didn't we just go to Scoops. This would have been for free." Robin says opening the car door.

"Could've said that earlier."

"What's got you in a bunch, Harrington?"

"Nothing." He drove away with the atmosphere of jealousy looming in the car.

-

"Y/n?" You heard from far away and turned around to see Steve walking towards you holding more ice-cream with a smile. "y\N" It sounded distorted and suddenly you jolted up from your seat on the couch. "Good you're up, Robin can hang out later," He rolled his eyes and continued with a breath, "Would you maybe-"

"Yes!"

That whole? time spent with robin and steve was all dream? It all seemed so real, so vivid. Like you were actually there...

When you stepped into the kitchen Robin was laughing with Steve, who noticed you walk in and turned to smile at you.

"Robin!!!" You yelled and ran over to her. Steve loved that you looked up to his friends. Maybe he was a tad jealous that it wasn't him you looked to for this, but you were still little. There was time.

"Shall we go for ice cream?" Robin suggested, and you squealed and jumped around as your agreement.

In the car ride to ice cream you felt like you had been here before, maybe?

[marie-swriting]

It Is Not Your Job - Steve Harrington

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Summary : You're feeling worse and worse everyday, hoping your parents will finally notice you, but only your brother, Steve, seems to worry about you, as always.

Warnings : Y/N is 15, Steve is 17, underage drinking (don't drink if you're not of age !), mention of drugs, bad parents, feeling of not being seen, feeling bad (talk to someone if you're not okay ! My dms are open if you need to talk to someone), following strangers (don't follow people you don't know, be careful !), education situation complicatd, angst, fluffy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if I missed other warnings.

Word count : 4.2k

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“Mom, you really need to sign our report cards.” You take your attention away from your TV as you hear your brother, Steve, talking to your mom.

“Already ? Oh yeah, the semester’s been over for a month. Where are they ?”

“We hung them on the fridge to make sure you and dad would find them easily.”

“Oh, I hadn’t seen it.” Your mother states, softly laughing.

From afar, you watch the interaction before rolling your eyes. Obviously she hadn’t seen your report cards on the fridge even though she’s walked past it for the past three days. She doesn’t see anything. She doesn’t see any of you. Your mother and father are there without really being there. You know they’re absent because of their work, they do everything to give you a ‘good life’ but you wish in their definition of a ‘good life’ there was something about being a ‘good parent’. 

Your mom takes her work’s pen and signs the papers without looking at it.

“Congrats, babies. You did an amazing job.” She affirms with a wide smile.

For you, that’s your last straw. How could she say you did an amazing job when your grades completely went down this semester ? Even your teachers are worried about your future. Your mother doesn’t even pay attention to it. As always.

You’re tired of your mother’s hypocrisy so you get up from the couch and go to your room, without looking at Steve and your mom who are still in the kitchen. 

When you enter Miss Click’s classroom, you hand her your report cards, newly signed. She thanks you before getting ready to start her class. You sit at your usual spot and pretend you’re listening to the teacher.

Since last month, your attention about school went down, just like your grades. You’re not following the classes attentively anymore and you keep skipping school. You had done it before, but only twice and they were exceptions, you had found good excuses to not feel guilty about it. Now, you do it without a second thought. After all, if the school tried to inform your parents, they wouldn't answer. If it was the case, you could always lie to your parents about why you skipped school, they wouldn't be able to check the truth as they're always on the opposite side of the country or even on another continent.

Steve noticed the change in your behavior but didn’t tell you anything. He guesses you’re only going through a bad phase. If you really weren’t feeling well, he knows you’d come to him. He’s spent his whole life reminding you he’s always there for you. He perfectly knows how to take care of you. Maybe too much, if someone asked for your opinion.

Two days later, it’s your father’s turn to come back from a work trip. He’s even worse than your mother. He speaks only if it’s necessary, whereas your mom, at least, tries to act as if she cares.

Annoyed by the so-called presence of your parents, you take refuge in your room again. You put your music on, turning up the volume, while you’re reading a magazine. You do everything to get lost in your thoughts, to forget you’re in a house that is everything but a home.

As you’re turning a page, your music gets drastically quiet. You take your eyes away from your magazine and see your dad in front of your radio, an irritated expression on his face.

“What do you think you’re doing ? I was listening to my music !” You say, getting angry.

You get up from your bed and start walking toward your radio but your dad gets in front of it.

“And I am trying to work. You’re so-called music prevents me from it.” He snaps, dryly. 

“I need my music to focus.”

“You’re reading a stupid magazine.” Your father retorts, rolling his eyes.

“I do what I want, this is my room !”

“It might be your room but you’re under my roof. You do as I say ! So you stop with your stupid music.” He orders. “If you really want to destroy your ears with it, use your walkman. You know, the thing that cost us a leg and that you wanted so much.”

You sigh, frustrated while your father slams the door. You go back to your bed and scream in your pillow. You got irritated by talking to your father for less than a minute. That was also the first time you talked with your dad since he came home, by the way. As you don’t want to have to deal with him again, you get your walkman he so ‘kindly’ offered you and put your tape in it. Your headphones on, you turn on the music, trying to evacuate your emotions.

When you go into the kitchen the next day to have breakfast, you find a note on the fridge. You immediately recognise your mom’s writing. You don’t need to read it to know the content. She left for yet another work trip. She only stayed at home for a week. It’s almost a record. You scrunch the paper before throwing it on the table. You’re not hungry anymore so you go back to your room to get ready for school.

When you arrive at school with Steve, you do everything to hide your uneasiness. He tried to question you but you acted as if everything was okay. You don’t want him to worry for you. Besides, you don’t even really know what you’re feeling yourself. There are so many different emotions going through your head. You’re completely lost. You just hope your classes will be a good distraction.

During Miss Click’s lecture, she gives you back your test from last week. She hands you your paper and tells you she wants to see you after class. You nod before quickly taking a look at your grade. You got a D-, let’s say it’s better than a F…

For the remaining time, you’re nervous about the conversation with your teacher. When the moment finally comes, you do everything to hide your nervousness. 

“You wanted to see me, Miss ?”

“Yes, Y/N. I’d like to discuss your grades. You may have gotten some better grades on the last tests but it’s still not enough. I know what you’re capable of. You’re a good student. Can you tell me what’s happening ?” She asks, worried.

“I… I’m just a little bit tired.” You lie. “I’m going to do better, I promise you.”

“I’m sure you can, but it doesn’t look like you are. Look, I would like to talk with your parents. I know it’s difficult for them but it can’t keep going on like this.”

“My mom left today and my dad is busy and he’s probably gonna leave soon, too.”

“I know but isn’t there a solution for me to see them ?” She insists and you start feeling embarrassed.

“I think you’ll be luckier with my mom but if you want to talk to her now, it’ll only be through the phone.”

“It’s better than nothing. Could you give me her number, please ?” She says, taking a pen.

“I don’t have her hotel number yet. I’ll probably have it tonight though. I’ll tell you during the week but I can’t promise you you’ll have her on the phone right away.”

“It’s okay, I’ll still try. Thanks.”

“Have a good day, Miss.” You finish as you start to walk away but she holds you back.

“Y/N, you know, if you need to, you can talk to me. If you struggle following the lesson, I’d be happy to help you.”

“Thanks.”

You give her a small smile before leaving her class, embarrassed. You have the impression Miss Click is pitying you and you hate it. Obviously she means well, but you don’t want to make her think you can’t handle things on your own. You know how to do it. You’ve known how to do it since your childhood. Your parents didn’t give you any other choice. 

Even if it’s lunch break, you don’t go to the cafeteria. You wouldn’t have the time to properly relax so you better not eat at all. Instead, you leave the building and walk to the forest next to the school. You walk carefully, making sure no one is seeing you until you’re in front of the picnic table.

“Little Harrington. To what do I owe this pleasure ?” Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson smiles when he notices you.

“You do know I’m not only Steve’s sister, right ?”

“I know. What can I do for you ?”

“What can I have for fifty bucks ?” You ask, taking him aback. 

“Sorry ?”

“For fifty bucks, what can you sell me ?”

“Nothing.” He affirms without wasting a second.

“What, is it more expensive ? I can already give you fifty and the rest tomorrow.”

“No, I think you didn’t understand me, Little Harrington, I’m not gonna sell you anything.” Eddie clarifies and it’s your turn to be taken aback.

“Why ?”

“You’re fourteen.”

“I’m fifteen !” You correct, annoyed.

“Sorry, Ma'am.” He states dramatically. “I don’t sell to minors.” 

“So what ? You’re a saint now ?” You ask and he shrugs. “You’re selling drugs in a high school, what did you expect ?”

“Let’s just say I don’t sell anything to people under seventeen. In either case, you don’t fit into any categories.”

“You’re a jerk.” You state with a fake smile.

“Thanks, Little Harrington.” He jokes while you leave the forest. “It was a pleasure to not make a deal with you !”

After his sarcastic comment, you flip him the bird while you’re still walking toward the school. Among the people of this place, you’d never have thought Eddie Munson would play the good samaritan. Even if you don’t want to, you go back to class, suffering in silence.

When your father leaves Hawkins for his work two weeks later, you feel like it’s too much for you. You’re feeling really bad. You feel sick in your stomach. You can’t even eat. You feel like you could be sick at any given moment. Steve noticed it during the drive to school. He didn’t ask you any questions while he was driving, he wanted to let you rest for a bit. Maybe you just needed a few more minutes of sleep ? Yet, when you arrive at school, his brother's instinct kicks in.

“Are you feeling okay Y/N ? You look sick.”

“Yeah, I just have a bit of a stomach ache. It’ll go away soon. Don’t worry.”

“You’re sure ? We still have some time. We could go back home. I’ll call school and explain everything.” He assures you and you try to smile.

“Steve, I’m okay. It’ll pass in an hour, at most.”

“If you need, you can always go see the nurse and tell her to tell me if you go back home.”

You nod before leaving the car. You let Steve join his friends while you go to your class.

Your uneasiness is still there, even after one hour. Being at school begins to be too much for you, you decide to skip the rest of the day. You walk around Hawkins for a few hours before going back home.

You’re laying on the couch, you’re reading when Steve comes back home, panicked. Relief quickly makes its way on his face when he notices you.

“God, Y/N, you scared me ! I couldn’t find you in the corridors and I tried to call home but got no response !”

“Sorry, Steve. I really wasn’t feeling well and the nurse said I could go back home. I totally forgot to tell her to tell you. And when I got home, I went directly to sleep. I was so tired that I didn’t hear the phone.” You lie.

“I understand but remember to tell me next time. You really scared me.”

“Sorry.”

“You’re feeling better now ?” He asks, worried as he puts his hand on your forehead.

“I’m feeling better, yes. Besides, I don’t have a fever, Steve.”

“We never know. Maybe you caught something.”

“It’s nothing bad. I’m fine.”

“Alright, but tell me if it happens again !”

“Promise.”

Steve goes to his room while you look at him, a grateful expression on your face. You feel lucky to have a brother who worries that much for you, who cares that much about you. He does a better job than your parents. You can’t even remember the last time one of your parents put their hand on your forehead to check your temperature. The feeling of gratitude quickly leaves your body as a wave of sadness comes when you realise how much Steve sacrifices for you. How much he’s sacrificed his life to do your parents’ job. He shouldn’t worry this much…

You try to call your mom for the fifth time in a row. Miss Click is being more and more insistent. She informed you she couldn’t reach your mom, despite trying several times. You promised her you’ll get a hold of her. You’re not surprised to see your mom acting this way. You told her your teacher wanted to talk to her about your grades. For a second, you thought she understood something was going on, that she’ll finally worry. Guess you were wrong. 

When your mom still doesn’t answer you, you aggressively hang up the phone. Why do you even bother to make all of this effort if she doesn’t even try ?

This situation with your parents is becoming more and more insufferable. You want to talk about it with Steve but you’re afraid is going to take your parents’ side. After all, they’re not there because they want to give you a good future. They’re not doing it the right way but they mean well, right ? It’s selfish coming from you to ask to have their attention all the time. But they could have at least paid attention to your academic situation ! If a teacher wants to talk with your parents, it’s because there’s a problem. They should notice it so why isn’t it the case ? Every contradiction tumbles out in your head. If only you could have parents with a normal job, everything would be much easier.

Those contradictions keep running through your head for a few days, making your uneasiness worse. You’re shutting off more and more and skipping as much. Steve does everything to know the truth but you stay quiet. He already has so many things to handle, he doesn’t need another problem. 

Today, you want to try to do a full school day but as soon as the bell rings, your stomach ache comes back. You now know there’s only one solution : leaving school and staying in your own bubble, away from everyone. You feel like you’re getting better when you do that. So, you wait until the corridors are empty to leave the building discreetly. 

Outside, you walk around town. You go to some stores but buy nothing. You eat the sandwich you made for the day before walking some more. You wander like a ghost, like the shadow of your former self. When the end of the day comes, you don’t have the strength to go back home. You still want to stay in your own bubble. But staying in your own bubble sober is not enough anymore.

You walk to a grocery store and wait for an adult to ask them to buy you some alcohol. When a young man of about twenty years accepts to do it, you thank him. When he comes back and he gives you the alcohol, you’re even more grateful. You start to walk away when he calls you 

“You know, you don’t have to drink alone. Wanna come with my friends and I ? We’re going to a bar not far away from here. They don’t ask for IDs.”

You hesitate for a second. You look at the man before looking at the car where there are two women and another man sitting. You think a little bit more before answering.

“Why not.”

“Yes ! Come, let’s have some fun !” One of the women screams before opening the car door. 

You get into the car, following these strangers in the bar the guy told you about while you almost drink the whole bottle. As you were told, no one asks for your ID in the bar. You can order as much as you want. You decide to try a little bit of everything. You’ve always been rational. That night, you want to change that. Your new friends encourage you to drink by telling you a little bit about every alcohol available. You keep drinking shots as well as another regular drink until your head starts spinning. You hold onto the counter before feeling nauseous. You run into the bathroom, by some miracle you can hold back until your face is above the toilet. Nichole, one the women from the group, followed you so she’s currently holding back your hair while you empty your stomach. 

“Thanks.”

“I think you had enough for tonight, don’t you think ?” She laughs.

“I think so, yeah.”

“Come on, let’s go. We’re gonna tell the others we need to get you back home.”

“Do I really need to go back home ?” You question before cleaning your mouth.

“Your parents aren’t there, right ? You said that earlier so you won’t get grounded.”

“It’s true ! You’re totally right ! Besides, even if they were there, they don’t care about me. They wouldn't even notice I’m drunk.” you add, suddenly feeling confident. 

“Come on, troublemaker, it’s time to go home.”

Nichole supports you to help you leave the bathroom. When you get back to the others, you’re not fully lucid to say you need a ride back home so your new friend tells them. They nod, laughing when they see your state.

On the way home, Pete, the one who bought you alcohol, makes sure to drive slowly. Not because he drank alcohol too and wants to be responsible but because he doesn’t want you to throw up in his car. 

Fortunately, you arrive at your destination without giving back your stomach content. You wave at your new friends before walking to the door. You take your key from your school bag and open the door. You don’t even have the time to put your belongings down when you’re suddenly blinded by the lights. Steve runs toward you, in utter panic.

“You’re really coming home only right now ? Fuck, Y/N, it’s one a.m, I was worried sick ! I thought something happened to you ! I even called the cops.”

“It’s alright, I’m not dead, Steve.” You murmur, rolling your eyes.

“Are you… Did you drink ?” He asks, getting closer to you.

“No.”

“Y/N.” He insists with a more authoritarian tone.

“Okay, maybe one drink.”

“How did you do it ? You’re only fifteen.”

“I asked Pete.”

“Who is that Pete ?”

“The guy I met earlier. He’s the one who drove me home.” You inform, smiling.

“Are you really telling me you accepted alcohol from a stranger and you got into the care of that very same stranger ? Do you even realise how dangerous it was ? He could have hurt you !” He snaps, in shock.

“Calm down, there was Nichole, Tessa and George, too.”

“Oh, and this is supposed to reassure me ? You’re completely drunk, it’s one a.m, you disappeared since this morning and you hung out with God knows who. Do you have any idea how bad I felt ?”

“It’s…”

“Don’t even dare say ‘it’s nothing’, Y/N.” He cuts you, guessing what you were going to say. “I’m responsible for you when the parents aren’t there. I was so freaking scared ! And not only tonight, by the way. I’ve been worrying about you for two months.” He admits and you frown as you guess he understood. “Yeah, maybe they haven’t seen anything but I noticed your grades slipping since day one. I also noticed you kept skipping school. I also know you tried to buy drugs.”

“How do you even… ?”

“Munson told me.”

“That dick !” You whisper, feeling betrayed.

“Thank God he told me ! He also confirmed all of my doubts. God, Y/N, what’s going on ? Why are you shutting yourself off like that ? You know I’m here for you so why are you acting like that ? I can help you. I just feel you fading away and I’m scared for you.”

“Oh my God, can you stop ?” You scream, mad.

“Stop what ? Worrying about you ? I have to. You’re throwing your life away.” Steve retorts.

“Stop acting like a parent, it is not your job, for fuck’s sake ! Do you even realise the speech you just gave me, it should be mom or dad doing it ! Not you. Yes, you could be worried but you’re my brother. You’re supposed to make fun of me because I’m being yelled at or you should blackmail me to not tell the parents about my grades. That is your job. You’re not a parent ! You’re not supposed to be responsible for me.”

“They work hard to…”

“To give us a beautiful future, I know.” You cut him, irritated. “But at what cost ? Steve, I’ve seen you acting more like a parent than a teenager and you’re seventeen. I’m tired of seeing you sacrifice your life because two adults aren’t able to do their job. Look, we have a new proof tonight. You were worried sick, you called the cops because I disappeared the whole day.” You keep saying, tearing up. “Parents are supposed to do that, not you. You said it yourself, it’s been two months since you’ve noticed I wasn’t feeling okay. Mom didn’t even notice my grades dropped, even though she signed the report card ! It makes me mad because even when I try to catch their attention, you’re the one worrying. Like you always do. I just want them to notice they’ve failed as parents for once. I want them to see us. For once. But it’s not working. I don’t know what else I can do and I’m sick of it. I can’t stand it anymore, Steve.”

You completely break down in tears. Steve doesn’t answer but hugs you as tight as he can. He knew your family situation affected you, just like it does to him, but he never would have imagined you were suffering this much. He strokes your head, trying his best to calm your sobs as he murmurs sweet nothings. You didn’t think you’d break down tonight but it’s the case. You keep crying every single tear from your body for a few minutes before calming down. When Steve doesn’t feel your shoulders moving anymore, he breaks the embrace a little to look at your face, to look at his little sister’s face, completely broken.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I didn’t understand sooner why you weren’t feeling okay. I should’ve tried harder when I was asking you how you were.” He says, feeling guilty.

“I would have lied.”

“Still, I should have tried harder.”

“It is not your job.” You repeat whispering.

“It shouldn't be but it is. Even if it’s complicated to handle all of these responsibilities, I’m happy to be here for you so come talk to me when you’re not fine. Maybe I won’t have all the answers but I’ll do my best.” Your big brother assures you.

“Thanks.” You smile.

“If you want, we can try to talk to the parents ?” He suggests.

“They won’t listen.”

“We can always try.”

“Yeah.” You accept, not really convinced.

“You should rest, okay ?” Steve recommends you and you nod.

“Can you stay with me tonight ? Like when I had a nightmare when I was younger ?” You ask with a small voice.

“Sure. I’ll just call the police to say you’re home. I’ll also prepare you a glass of water and some medicine, you’re gonna have one hell of a headache.” He says, laughing a little as he points at your head.

“I guess.” You say, giggling. 

Steve kisses your forehead before inviting you to go to your room. You smile at him a little before going upstairs. He starts walking toward the phone in the living room when you stop and call for him. Steve comes back with a questioning look.

“I’m sorry.” You start before clearing your throat. “For worrying you the past two months but especially for tonight. Maybe I wanted the parents to worry but the last thing I wanted was for you to be scared. You’ve been doing so much for me since we’re kids. I’m really grateful to have you as a big brother.” You admit, looking down for a second. “I just hope you know that.”

“I’m glad to have you as a little sister.”

“Again, sorry for tonight. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

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Established (but secret) relationship between Robin and reader. This is at the begining of the summer (S3)

A/N; I love this fic, so much! And I cried while writing it. It does have a happy ending!

Robin Buckley x Harrington!Reader

'I won't go down in history, but I will go down on your sister'

It was scary being a lesbian in hawkins, Indiana 1983. It was scary as fuck. If you hit on the wrong girl, the town had a new freak.

You assumed you could handle being labeled, but Steve wouldn't be able to handle being the brother of the fruity fairy.

It was best to stay in the closet. The only person who knew guys weren't your fortay was your girlfriend; Robin Buckley.

"Do you plan on telling your brother?" Robin asks. You had both decided to go hide in the store room. You had agreed to get Steve a date with one of your friends, and he had agreed to man the store.

When you had taken Robin Steve had said something about 'boy talk'. Disgusting.

"I feel like he would be okay with it, but I don't know. I'm nervous,I mean he's like my best friend. We raised each other, but I don't know," you sigh and Robin nods.

"Yeah, I get it. I haven't told anyone. But you," Robin replies and you grab the pen. You had both bought matching red high tops at the beginning of summer. Now you had to mark them.

"Okay, I know what mine should say," Robin says with a laugh, "I think you may like it. "I won't go down in history, but I will go down on your sister,"" she says and you laugh.

"Are you trying to tell Steve we are fucking?" You ask and that only makes Robin laugh even more as she writes it.

"I'm going to write it to, but be honest. What are the chances you think Steve will see that and kill you?" You ask and Robin laughs before handing you the pen.

"100 percent," she laughs as you copy her shoes. Once you finish, you both stand up and look down.

"They match, it's cute. But subtle," she says. No one would know about the two of you. But you did debate telling Steve.

"Im going to tell Steve tonight," you blurt as you both head into work. Robin goes wide eyed before giving you a supportive smile. She mouths 'you got this' before going back to slinging ice cream.

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It was another lonely night; just you and Steve. You both had made sandwiches, after a long day at the mall neither one of you had the energy to cook. And you desperately needed to make a grocery run.

"We've ate worse," Steve says as he takes a bite if his peanut butter sandwhich. "like the time I left you in the kitchen unsupervised," Steve was the cook, definitely not you.

Steve had noticed you had been even weirder than normal today. He didn't know why, he assumed girl problems and decided not to pry. You were both pretty open, not really keeping secrets.

You were terrified. What if Steve diddnt accept you? What would you do? If he told your parents, well you would be quite literally dead. And that was if you got lucky.

"Okay, I can't do this. Something is wrong, you've been acting really weird all day," Steve says and you freak the fuck out. It was Steve, of course he knew.

"Look, if you're pregnant, we'll get throufh-" you cut off that bullshit. There was no way in frozen hell that you had gotten pregnant.

"-I'm not pregnant," you say and he looks even more confused. He had no clue why you would be acting different if not.

"Yn, you can tell me," he says softly. You take a deep breath and tears prick your eyes. You go to walk away and Steve follows you.

"You won't love me anymore," you insist and Steve looks bewildered. Why would you think that? Steve was more worried now.

"Yn, there is nothing on this planet you could do that would ever make me not love you," Steve assures and pulls you in for a hug.

You let out a quick sob, you couldn't cry. Why was this so hard? You had assumed once you got over the nerves it would be easy. It wasnt.

"I dont like- I don't like guys Steve," you say and pull away to look at him. He looks more confused then anything.

"If you don't like gu- oh," Steve cuts himself off mid sentence. He realized; you like girls. He didn't care, and would love you either way.

"So, who?" He asks and you let out a choked up laugh. You snifle as he pulls you in for another (awkward) hug. Steve didn't want to fuck this up.

"Well there's this girl," you say with a smile. Steve sees the light you get in your eyes when you begin to speak, "Her smile , it's like heaven. Um, she's really pretty, and she's also my girlfriend," you finish and Steve nods.

"You can't leave me clueless," Steve teases and you decide to tell him. He would find out eventually.

"Robin, Robin Buckley, the band nerd. I love her Steve," you say and look at him. He looks shocked.

"So, Robin likes girls?" You nod, "And you like girls?" You nod yes to both of Steve's questions, "And I like girls," you laugh and nod. Where was he going. He gets a smug smirk on his face, "In simpler terms; we all three love boobies." You groan. That just makes stevd laugh.

"Yes Steve, we love boobies," you laugh to. It was to funny not to. You were being serious, telling him something the could change everything, and he made a boobie joke.

You both spend the rest of the night talking girls. And Steve talks shit about your taste, other then Robin.

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I hope you guys liked it! This took forever!

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Girlfriend and Boyfriend

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Harrington!Reader

Genre; fluff

Summary; tutoring at your former high school has you running into the stranger who drove you home a week ago

Warnings; fluff, mentions of sex, slight age gap, teenage boys being dicks, smoking,

PART ONE | PART TWO

You had never really been one for sappy relationships. So that's why you mostly ignored you brother and his girlfriend talking in the front seats of the car.

You wouldn't have had to be there at all if your former algebra teacher hadn't requested you tutor a few students. Considering the fact that you had already graduated high school, you weren't thrilled with the idea of coming back, but upon being told you would be paid, you had a change of heart.

Still, you had been tutoring at Hawkins High School for two weeks, and it got more dreadful each day.

At least you were getting paid.

Third period was typically the class that you would meet up with the students you tutored, and you would sit in the library or the cafeteria, and would attempt to help them with their studies, while forcing herself not to pull your hair out in frusteration.

But with your car having broken down the week prior - and still nonworking - you had no choice but to hitch a ride with your younger brother, who was a senior at Hawkins High, and keep yourself locked up in his car until third period.

Steve Harrington was quite different from his older sister, from his personality to his taste in music. The only thing you two really had in common was your godlike hair and your charming smiles.

One thing that truly separated Steve from you was his girlfriend.

Nancy Wheeler was a little too perfect in your opinion. She had perfect grades, a perfect house, a perfect family, and perfect looks. If you were honest, you didn't think that Nancy was Steve's type. But, he claimed to be in love with her, so you didn't bring it up.

You did think they were cute together, though.

"Do you think I should start from scratch?" You heard Steve say from the front of the car where he and Nancy were going over his college application essay.

"No, I mean..." Nancy trailed off, staring at the paper before looking up at Steve. "When's the deadline?"

" 'S tomorrow for early application." He said quietly. "I mean, can you come help me tonight?"

"No, we have our dinner tonight, remember?" Nancy reminded him.

Steve groaned. "Oh, my God." He sighed, leaning back against the headrest of his seat.

"We already canceled last week." Nancy sighed as well. "Look, you don't have to go, just work on this."

"No, no, no." Steve mumbled, before snatching the paper back from Nancy and crumpling it up frusteratedly. "What's the point?"

"Hey, calm down-"

"I'm calm, I'm calm. I'm just being honest, you know? I mean..." Steve trailed off a moment. "I'm just gonna end up working for my dad anyways."

"That's not true." Nancy tried to assure him.

"I don't  know, Nance, is that such a bad thing?" Steve started. "There's insurance, and benefits, and all that adult stuff. And if I took it, you know, I could be around for your senior year."

"Steve..." Nancy smiled slightly.

"Just look after you a little bit, make sure you don't forget this pretty face." Steve said. Nancy, smiling, looked away for a moment. "Nance, I'm serious."

Nancy turned back to him. Steve leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips. In the backseat, you sighed loudly.

"I'm still here, Steve." You said to your brother. "And as sweet as this is, it's making me sick. Please, for your dear old sister's sake, take this lovebird moment somewhere else."

Steve glared back at you. "Yeah, I hear you. Pissy pants."

You were about to insult Steve back, but the sound of a loud car engine revving outside caused you all to turn towards the windows and furrow your eyebrows.

Curiosity got the better of you and you opened the door to stand up outside and see where the commotion was coming from. Steve and Nancy followed your actions, and the three of you leaned against your respective car doors with narrowed eyes as you watched a new car peel into the parking lot.

Your eyes furrowed further as you saw that this car was a blue Camaro - a very familiar blue Camaro. For your own reasons, you silently hoped it wasn't who you thought it was.

Unfortunately, your suspicions were confirmed when you saw a tall boy step out, with long, sandy hair that was almost an overgrown mullet, and the strange yet alluring combination of denim on denim. Seeing him in the sunlight now, you took your thoughts from that night a week ago back: Billy Hargorve made denim on denim a good look. Your eyebrows raised a considerable amount.

From the passenger's side of Billy's Camaro emerged a smaller person, who was a girl with fiery red hair and freckles. She clasped a skateboard in one hand and held her backpack strap with the other. She was considerably younger, perhaps middle school age, and you assumed she was Billy's sister.

"Rock You Like a Hurricane" was playing from the Camaro again, and whether or not it was a coincidence, it gave you a strange sense of deja vu.

The red headed girl threw her skateboard down and stepped on it, immediately skating away in the direction of the middle school, which was a few buildings over. You watched intensely - unintentionally - as Billy's head turned to follow the red head's leaving form, before he took a glance around the parking lot.

You thought you might as well have had a stroke when you noticed Billy's eyes linger on you longer than they did anything else. Though you didn't do anything to convey your thoughts, they were practically screaming at you inside your head. And you could have sworn you saw Billy's lips curve into the slightest smirk before he put his cigarette back to his mouth and slammed his car door shut, and walked away.

You couldn't help but stare at him as he strutted off - mostly because his pants were tight and his ass was nice.

You couldn't help but stare at him as he strutted off - mostly because his pants were tight and his ass was nice.

You were so caught up in watching the new kid that you barely noticed two people approach Steve's car.

"You guys have any clue who that is?" Said the voice of Tommy H - Steve's former best friend since sixth grade. You turned to see that he and his girlfriend Carol had come up beside Steve, and were also watching Billy disappear behind a row of cars. As usual, Steve looked irritated at their presence.

"I don't know, but he's fine as hell." Carol murmured.

"Normally, I'd disagree, but yeah, you're not wrong." Said Tommy. "Better ass than me."

You cleared your throat slightly, drawing the attention to you. "Um...I might know him." You said.

Steve raised an eyebrow. "How? I've never seen him in my life."

" 'Member when I told you some creeps were getting at me the other night?" You asked, and Steve nodded. You nodded your chin towards where Billy had disappeared. "Yeah, he showed up and got them off my backs. He's the one that drove me home that night."

"Do you know his name?" Nancy asked, looking at you.

You paused for a moment before you answered, deciding that in a small town like this, everyone would know the new kid in town by the end of the day.

"Billy." You told Nancy. "He's Billy Hargrove."

The rest of the day, you tried to rid your mind of thoughts about Billy Hargorve. But it was difficult. He was new, and alluring. Though you were sure that every girl in Hawkins High School had realized that already. They'd be lining up at his door just for sex. You would have sex with him if meant you got a ride in that sweet Camaro again.

You stared at said Camaro from the back of your brother's car. In fact, you rather glared at it. Your job as a tutor was going to start soon, so you sat moping in Steve's car miserably. Normally, you would have been reading a book to pass the time, but you were too busy thinking about the other night.

You sort of wished it hadn't happened. Finally, you glanced down at your watch, seeing that it was almost time to leave. You sighed to yourself, and started collecting the textbooks and notes you'd need for tutoring and shoved them into your bag.

When you stepped out of the car, you winced slightly and narrowed your eyes to shield them from the harsh afternoon sunlight. After being in the dark car for so long, the sun was almost blinding to you.

"Hey, girlie, watch it!"

Due to not being able to see much of anything, and the fact that you literally had you back turned, you didn't notice that there was two boys with a basketball running through the parking lot towards her. Before you could even attempt to move out of the way, one of the boys shot past you, and his shoulder slammed into your, causing you to gasp and stumble forward and drop your bag, its contents spilling out and onto the asphalt.

You looked up just in time to see the two boys scoffing and laughing and they dribbled their basketball and disappeared toward the school. You scowled and sighed.

Annoyed, you knelt down to your knees, and started collecting the papers and pens that had fallen out of your bag. As you grumbled under your breath about idiotic boys, you didn't notice that someone had approached you until a pair of shoes stood in front of your line of vision and you paused your movements.

"You have a knack for getting into trouble, don't you, girlfriend?"

You craned your head back to look up, eyebrows raising when you saw that Billy Hargrove was the one standing in front of you.

You cleared your throat and hesitantly looked back down at the papers she was holding. "And apparently, you have a knack for running into me when I do."

Billy dropped down so he was level with you, and you glanced up, seeing him grin. "Apparently I do."

You smiled and reached for a pen that had rolled across the floor, only to have Billy beat you to it and pick it up. You stared at him, and watched awkwardly as he started picking up the remaining pens. Then you gave him a wary smile as he held them out and you took them.

You found an excuse to turn away as you put away the rest of your pens. "What are you doing out of class, Billy?" You questioned.

"I have a free block third period." Billy told you, at which you made a face which said "you're smart enough to have a free block?"

Billy stood up and then held out his hand you, which you took hesitantly, and he pulled you to your feet. "What about you? What are you doing in school?" Billy asked you. "Thought you said you were too old for me?"

You grinned slightly and you pulled your bag further up your shoulder. "That's because I am. I graduated last year."

"That only makes us a year apart, girlfriend." Billy said with a smirk.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel your cheeks heat up. "You're quite the flirt, aren't you?" You started walking towards the school.

Billy followed, walking beside you. "Its my best attribute, girlfriend."

You gave him a look. "You're really putting emphasis on this, aren't you?" You said.

Billy shrugged slightly. "My offer still stands."

You tried to hide your smile. It was strange, you thought, how Billy Hargrove was taking an interest in you of all people, when he had a whole town full of girls already frothing at the mouth over him.

It was just that Harrington charm, you guessed.

"I'm tempted to accepct that offer." You told Billy. "But I barely know you."

"Then you'll get to know me," Billy said. ",when we go on a date."

You turned your head to look at him, eyebrows raised. "A date?" You questioned.

"Yeah." Billy said casually. "That diner with the cherry pie, downtown. I've heard its good."

"It is, but-"

"So, eight o'clock, this afternoon?"

You sighed and stopped walking. Billy paused too, and you both looked at each other. "My brother's in your grade." You started. "He's not gonna like this."

Billy smirked and leaned forward slightly. "Then screw your brother, Harrington."

You stared at Billy, leaning back to avoid close proximity with him. But you couldn't stop staring at his eyes, his beautiful, crystal blue eyes.

God, he was gorgeous.

So, you sighed again, and nodded. "Okay. It's a date."

Billy smiled in success. "Eight o'clock?"

You nodded. "Eight o'clock."

"Deal." Billy back up, and started walking back towards the school building, but still facing you. "See you tonight, girlfriend."

Then he turned around, and you were left to watch him disappear behind a row of parker cars.

You smiled to yourself, and felt a blush creep up on your face - just a bit to late. You rolled your eyes, still grinning giddily, and shook your head. "Boyfriend."

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guysss...im looking for this certain stranger things headcannons where y/n is steve's younger sister...and she's dating billy...wherein like the stuff she used to go to steve for she would now go to billy for instead and steve's regretful that he didnt do stuff like that before...and everything is in steve's pov

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ok this is a little different bc it’s cat! Or pup! Hybrids steddie and baby!reader but maybe u live with ur grandparents, and they ended up taking care of u at the same time they took in hybrid steddie!!!!! and at first they were a little wary of u and ur little bald head, like, they couldn’t even play with u how they do with grammie and pops! what can you do other than the occasional whine/cry in the middle of the night and for food?????

and then one day you’re sat in ur little rocking chair or smthn, drinking ur milk infront of the tv, and cat!steve lingers around the sofa behind u, almost sussing you out bc ur so calm and sleepy watching ur toons and having ur bottle, and he takes a sneaky sniff at ur head (like he’s seen Grammy do) and he’s just like “ohhhh baby?? this is a baby! my baby?” and that’s when he rubs his chin on ur head - scenting this chubby little thing. and eddie just looks at him like “what. are you doing?” but then it eventually turns into eddie sneaking into ur room in the mornings and sitting outside ur crib until u stir awake and stand up in ur little sleeping pouch, all smiley and sleep ridden, sweaty and ur little strands of hair poking out everywhere just waiting to be fed and have ur breakfast!! Grammy has to teach em how to pick u up and hold u properly but in essence, Steve and Eddie get so taken with u and it’s adorable cus they don’t mind u gripping their hair or ears, and when u start getting a little hyper (too hyper for Grammy and pops to properly play for long) they’ll HAPPILY indulge ur baby giggles and teach u how to roll over

this sounds a bit weird reading it through but I couldn’t help but think abt it ever since seeing this and it’s just so cute :,)

just a note bc of your little paragraph at the end: i don't just write romantic/sexual stuff! i'm totally open and happy to write platonic stuff, including kid fics like this, i really really love reading that kind of thing for my faves so you're always welcome to request it and it won't be weird :')

platonic kid fic (reader is like a younger sister) under cut just in case it's not your thing!!

AW YES your grandparents are always soooo gentle with you and it seems sooo boring to them, dog hybrid!eddie needs to run around and get his energy out and cat hybrid!steve is very worried about accidentally scratching you with his long nails. they just sort of steer clear from you, but one day steve's feeling extra sleepy and you look strangely quiet/cozy, so he creeps up on u and gets a read on you. diagnosis: baby. he's not used to babies, he's never been around them before, but it's some instinct in him to be soft and sweet and nice to you that takes over without him even knowing, and when you turn to look up at him with your shiny baby eyes and coo softly at him, he's gone. you reach for him and he lets you, you happily watch the rest of your cartoons while steve presses his cheek against your head, keeping you warm and cozy while you drift off. dog hybrid!eddie watches you two from the corner of the room, kinda confused, until one of your chubby little baby hands reaches out for him, and he sneaks over hesitantly. you've seen your grandparents pet his ears before and maybe you're not the most gentle of creatures when you start tugging on them but it's not incredibly painful for eddie, and your little baby giggles knock eddie out just like steve. they're basically just there to entertain you now, anytime you want to pet them or yank on their tails or bite their hands (which they think is a little funny, considering they're the ones with chew toys) they're at your service, and they sneak out of their beds at night or early in the mornings to sleep in your room, both piled up in the rocking chair by your crib to make sure you don't need anything in your sleep. if you do, if you need a bottle or you get lonely, one of them scoops you up and soothes you back to sleep, and you always babble sweetly at them in thanks as you doze off on their shoulders. they essentially become your big brothers, and you grow up the most well-protected, spoiled, happiest kid on the planet :'))

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A Nice Surprise

A/N: This is for @anyfandomfluffbingo​ and for my Fandom Prompt List. I literally was listening to 80′s music while writing this. I hope you enjoy this! 

Square Filled: Tickling 

Fandom Prompt List: 31 “No fucking fighting.”

Summary: Y/n Harrington and Dustin are up to something and Steve gets involved, not knowing they are planning something totally different. 

Characters: Steve Harrington x Sister!Reader, Dustin Henderson

Warnings: language, this is set after season 2 but before season 3 starts

Word Count: 1,612

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Steve freezes, his right hand in the air, holding his Farrah Fawcett spray above his head. He frowns when he hears cursing, pretty confident he knows that voice. 

“Dustin, shut up. Steve’s going to hear you.” He definitely knows the owner of that voice. 

Figuring the two teenagers aren’t going anywhere, he finishes applying the spray to his hair before deciding to investigate what his troublemaking sister and her best friend are up to now. 

He finds the two of them, arguing in the living room of his parent’s home. The last time the two of them were like this, Y/n ended up giving another kid a black eye and busted lip.

“What are you two shitheads up to?”

“Nothing.” They both exclaim; Dustin’s voice cracking.

Steve folds his arms over his chest, feeling a headache forming. “You’re not going to do whatever the hell it is you’re planning on doing.”

“It’s nothing bad, Steve.” Y/n attempts to assure her brother.

“Does it involve you fighting?”

That has the girl snapping her mouth close. How does her brother know her so well?

The two teenagers squirm under the older teenager’s glare as silence fills the room.

Dustin is the first one to break the silence. “It’s Dylan.”

“Dustin!”

Steve’s eyes widened, surprised his sister would even think about fighting said bully again. “No, no, no; this is not going to happen and that’s final. You are not fighting Dylan again. I don’t care how much of a bully he is; we are done with fighting people. We only fight against  the freaky shit. Do I make myself clear? No fucking fighting.”

Y/n internally smiles. They have her brother right where they want him to be. She leans over to her best friend, her eyes glued to her very annoyed brother. “Holy shit, I see it now.” She whispers.

“I told you.” Dustin whispers back.

“What are you two mumbling?” Steve gestures at them. “Are you even listening to me?”

The hands on the hips is what causes the two younger teenagers to burst out laughing. 

Steve rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, fighting the urge to not strangle his sister and friend. 

“Oh yeah-” Y/n struggles to get her words out between her giggles. “Definitely a mom.”

“Henderson!” Steve admonishes. If these dickheads don’t stop calling him a mom, he’s going to end up murdering one of them. 

“I feel a lecture coming on.” Y/n sings.

And apparently it’s going to be his sister. “That’s it! Your ass is grass, you little brat.” Steve exclaims as he charges at her. 

The teenager doesn’t hesitate to run, knowing her brother is dead serious at this moment. “Dustin, tell the rest of the party we have the go ahead!” She shouts over her shoulder as she heads for the door. 

Dustin barely gets the walkie talkie up to his mouth before Steve stops him in tracks. “Dustin, I swear to god if you even mutter a word, I’m going to tell your mom about what really happened to Mews.” 

Y/n glares at her best friend when he lowers his arm to his side. “Coward!” She yells before yanking the door open and taking off. She has no idea where she’s going; all she knows is she better get as far away from her brother as she can. 

“Y/n, get your ass back here!”

Dustin just stands in the doorway of the Harrington residence, watching as Y/n runs towards the street with Steve hot on her heels. Since both siblings have been in sports since they could walk, Dustin doesn’t know who will last the longest. He hopes it’s Y/n.

He waits until he can barely see the siblings before bringing the walkie talkie up to his lips. “Plan is right on track. Over.”

“Steve’s out of the house? Over.” Max immediately questions.

“Yep. It’s really not that hard to rile him up. All we had to do was mention putting our lives in danger and he’s ready to lock us up in a room and throw away the key. Over.”

“You owe me a dollar, Mike. Over.” Max announces smugly. She told them the easiest part about this plan was to get Steve out of the house; Mike disagreed. 

“Yeah, whatever Mayfield. The rest of us will be there in five. You have the supplies, right Dustin? Over.”

“Affirmative. Y/n and I were able to sneak them in while Steve was fixing his hair. Over.”

“Alright. See you in five. Over and out.”

Dustin sets the walkie talkie down, heading to Y/n’s room where they hid the supplies. 

Y/n glances over her shoulder, eyes widening when she sees that her brother is almost within arm’s reach of her. “Shit.” She mutters as she pumps her arms harder. He can’t catch her just yet. The party needs more time. 

Her slight panic melts away when she sees a gas station in front of her. She just has to make it to the girl’s bathroom and that will buy her time.

“Gotcha!” Steve shouts as he tackles her to the ground.

“Shit!” Y/n yelps as they land harshly on the grass. “Steve, get off of me.” She struggles to fight her brother but she has no chance when he grabs her wrists, straddling her torso. 

She attempts to push him off but he doesn’t even budge. 

Steve smiles down at his sister in victory. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself?”

Y/n glares up at him, ignoring his question. “Get off of me!”

“Not going to happen, brat. You’re going to tell me what you and Henderson are really up to. I know it has nothing to do with fighting Dylan.”

Y/n stops struggling when the bully’s name is mentioned. “What? How?”

“Dustin is a terrible liar.”

Y/n sighs, her body relaxing, knowing she’s been defeated. “I knew I should’ve brought Max with me.” She huffs a short laugh. “He really does suck at it.”

Steve can’t help but see the humor in the situation, releasing a chuckle of his own. “Yeah, Mayfield would have been a much better choice.”

Y/n swallows, licking her dry lips. “So, can we forget this whole thing and go home?”

Steve raises an eyebrow at the audacity of his sister. “Not a chance.” He growls as his free hand attacks under her right armpit.

“Nooo, Steevvee! Sttoo-ah!” Y/n attempts to get away from the onslaught to her side but she has nowhere to go. “I’m sorrryyy! STTEEVVEE!”

Steve laughs as his sister wiggles and thrashes; trying her hardest to get away from his fingers. He keeps it up for another minute before stopping and releasing her wrists. 

Y/n is breathing hard and small giggles escape through gasps of air as she tries to fill her lungs with oxygen. She hopes this means they’re even and her brother won’t bring it up again. 

Steve smiles fondly down at his sister before standing to his feet. He offers her a hand, pulling her up when she accepts it.

The two siblings walk in silence for a couple of minutes before Steve can’t hold back his curiosity anymore. “What are you really planning, Y/n?”

The young teenager sighs, her hopes at him dropping it gone. “I can’t tell you.”

“Y/n, I’m not taking no for an answer. Tell me what’s going on.” He pauses, fearing the answer to his next question. “Does it have anything to do with the thing we’re not supposed to talk about?”

“No!” She quickly answers. “No, it has nothing to do with the Upside Down.” She reassures him quietly. 

Steve relaxes at her answer, but he can’t help but question a little further. “So I don’t need to get the Chief involved?”

Y/n snorts. “The Chief knows.” She snaps her mouth closed, wishing she could take back her words; especially when she turns to look at her brother and sees his expression.  

Steve can’t help but be hurt by his sister’s words. He thought she could trust him with anything. Why would she rather involve Chief Hopper than her own brother? “Oh.” Is all he’s able to get out.

“Steve, it’s not what you think. I promise you will find out when it’s time for you to know.” She wraps her arms around his torso. “Just please come back home with me and I promise it will all make sense.”

Even though he is hurt, he still trusts his sister. He returns the hug and agrees to go back to their parent’s house with her.

His suspicions start to rise when he sees not only the rest of the kids’ bikes but Hopper’s truck and Mrs. Buyer’s car as well. He turns to question his sister but she’s focused on one of the windows. “What are you- Hey!” He protests when she yanks on his arm, causing him to bend down.

Y/n shushes him as she covers his eyes. She guides him the rest of the way to the front door before pausing. “I do love you, Steve. I trust you more than anyone else in this world and hope I never make you doubt that again.”

Before he can respond, Y/n opens the door and shoves him inside, removing her hand away from his eyes.

“Surprise!”

Steve stares in awe as he sees not only the party, but Hopper, Joyce, Jonathan, and Nancy as well.

He turns to his sister, questioning her motives. 

Y/n smiles up at her big brother, grateful that the plan actually worked. “Happy Birthday, Steve.”

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[writerdream22]

requested by: @multifandomwriter56 , I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairing: Steve Harrington x sister!reader

warnings: none

feedbacks are always appreciated!

You and your brother were standing in the living room of the Byers' house, along with the kids that you were tasked to supervise until Joyce, Jonathan and the others were done taking care of what was going on with Will.

You were talking about what you all would have done if the situation were to escalate, and knowing how you'd kept the Demogorgon away the year prior, you gave your own suggestion.

“Guys, I have a solution” you announced, holding your hand up as to draw attention to yourself. Steve sighed in relief, and said “Thank goodness. What is it?”

“It involves fire” you explained “But—it's not as bad as it sounds”.

Your brother stared at you for a few seconds, speechless and astounded by what you'd just said. “Absolutely not!” he finally exclaimed, and you groaned in frustration.

“It would be completely safe, I swear. Like last year!” you insisted, to which the older boy responded “Last year was an exception !”

“But—” “No buts!”

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Comfort

Request: hello lovely hope your doing well! just wondering, if no trouble could i at request a steve harrington x sister!reader one where shes had been feeling upset and all she wants is her brother to cuddle up to if its not trouble?

Steve Harrington x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N just wants her big brother.

Warnings: none really

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!!

(gif not mine)

Y/N is sitting on the couch, watching the random show on TV that she couldn't care less about. She's currently home alone, Steve still at work and her parents out at a work party.

The teenage girl plays with the end of her hair, twirling it around her finger, sighing heavily hating the lonely feeling she currently has and has had for the past two weeks.

Y/N hears the front door open and soon Steve walks into the living room.

"Hey. Where are mom and dad?" He asks.

"Work party." Y/N informs.

"Right." Steve nods, now remembering their plans for the night. "What have you been doing?"

"Sitting on the couch." Y/N says, a bored smile on her face.

"Don't you have homework?" Steve asks.

"Did you do homework every night when you were my age?" Y/N counters.

"Okay, fine. Fair enough." Steve says. "I'm gonna go shower."

"You wanna watch a movie after?" Y/N asks, trying to contain some of the hope in her voice.

"Uh... I would, Y/N/N, but I'm, like, super tired." Steve says.

"Oh. Right." Y/N nods, shoulders slacking in disappointment.

"You okay?" Steve asks, noticing the defeated look.

"Mm-hmm. Fine." Y/N nods, forcing a smile. "Go take your shower. I'll see you in the morning." She says, turning back to the TV.

"Right. See you in the morning." Steve says. He hesitates, wanting to ask her more questions, but he goes upstairs.

After his shower, Steve lays in his bed, attempting to sleep since he's tired from the long day at work. But he can't get Y/N's defeated look after he turned down the idea of a movie. She had hopeful eyes when she asked him, but they quickly lost the little bit of sparkle after he told her no.

Steve sighs and gets up, going downstairs. He walks into the living room, finding Y/N in the exact same position he left her.

"What's up with you?" Steve asks, getting the younger girl's attention.

"What? Nothing." Y/N answers.

"Oh, come on. You're all grumpy looking and shit." Steve notes.

"I am not." Y/N protests, despite knowing she is.

"Mm-hmm. Sure. Okay. Seriously, what's up?" Steve asks.

"I'm fine." Y/N promises.

"Y/N." Steve gives her a warning look.

"Are you... are you sure you don't wanna watch a movie? It's not like you have to stay awake for the whole thing." Y/N says.

Steve finally notices the sad look in her eyes.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Steve quietly says. He sits down next to her, pulling the extra blanket over his lap, Y/N already having one.

Y/N doesn't give him time to react before she's cuddling into his side, arm wrapped around his middle, nestled comfortably under his arm. Steve wraps his arm around her, putting his hand on her head and messing with her hair. He puts his other hand on her arm and rubs it.

"What's up?" Steve questions, resting his chin on top of her head.

"I don't know. I just... I don't feel all that great lately." Y/N says.

"Like... like sick not that great or...?" Steve trails off in question.

"No. No, like, um... mental not great." Y/N says.

"Well, did something cause it or did it just come out of nowhere?" Steve asks.

"Kind of out of nowhere, I guess. The past couple weeks. I don't know. It's just... my friends aren't that great and mom and dad are... well, they're mom and dad. You're always at work or with Robin. It's just lonely." Y/N says.

"Well, what about the party?" Steve asks.

"It's kind of depressing since El and Will moved." Y/N says. "I don't know. It's just not the same."

"Sorry." Steve mumbles.

"Not like it's your fault." Y/N says.

"I know. But it sucks." Steve says.

"Yeah." Y/N quietly agrees.

"Well, I'll start spending more time with you. And you and Robin get along, I'm sure she wouldn't mind. You guys both love teaming up with each other to roast me constantly." Steve says making Y/N quietly giggle.

"You're just such an easy target." Y/N jokes.

"I will put you in a chokehold." Steve threatens.

"I'll mess your hair up." Y/N shoots back.

"You touch my hair you're dead." Steve declares.

"You know, you used to let me braid it." Y/N says.

"Yeah, when you were like nine." Steve scoffs. "You're not as cute anymore so you get away with less."

"Rude." Y/N mutters.

"Life's tough, get a helmet." Steve remarks. Y/N gives him a bitch face, Steve innocently grinning. "Well, hey, least I got you to somewhat cheer up."

"Oh, was that your entire plan?" Y/N asks. "Offer to spend time with me then threaten me?"

"Yep." Steve nods.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, just watching the movie.

"Can I braid your hair?" Y/N asks, looking up at him. Steve slightly grimaces. "Oh, come on. It's not like you're seeing anybody tonight. You can fix it in the morning."

"Not happening." Steve denies.

"It would cheer me up." Y/N says. She gives him puppy dog eyes, knowing it usually gets him to crack. Steve looks at her, immediately looking away when he notices her puppy eyes.

"Fine." Steve relents after a few moments. Y/N grins and claps. She pulls out of his hold and sits on her knees, taking a small section of his hair to put in a small braid.

"But we're taking all of these out before we go to sleep." Steve orders.

"Yeah, of course." Y/N mumbles, not paying full attention to his words.

Y/N puts a bunch of small braids in Steve's hair, the young man paying attention to the movie on the TV, trying to ignore the urge to go fix his hair.

Soon enough, Y/N finishes, proudly grinning at her work.

"There. Like a pretty little princess." She says.

"Never call me a princess again." Steve demands.

"You're the one obsessed with your hair. Princesses are obsessed with their hair. Sometimes, anyway." Y/N says.

"Whatever. Just don't." Steve says.

"Fine. Be boring." Y/N mumbles.

"Do you feel better?" Steve asks.

"Kind of. But I do wanna stay with you for the rest of the night at least." Y/N says.

"Okay." Steve nods. He pulls her back into his side, letting her cuddle up with him, the two watching the movie.

Before the movie ends, Y/N is fast asleep, a hand lightly clutching onto Steve's shirt and he's putting tiny braids in her hair.

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[rottenroyalebooks]

Love Drunk - Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x older sister!Harrington reader

Also includes: Steve Harrington x sister!reader (siblings)

AU: No Upside Down

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N Harrington left Hawkins with her boyfriend when she turned eighteen to follow her dreams of being a rock star. Three years later, she returns to Hawkins alone and scarred. Now, she has to repair her broken relationship with her younger brother while trying to prevent herself from falling for a cute metalhead who plays at the Hideout, where she works.

Warnings: Will be announced each chapter.

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My Sweetest Downfall - Chapter Two

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Work Summary:

Eddie’s back from the Upside Down, but things aren’t exactly how he left them. Hawkins is in pieces, his friends are scattered and the love of his life is… pregnant?

Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3394

Read on AO3.

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Notes:

I don't think I mentioned this before but I'm never going to specify whether reader is full/half/adopted siblings with Steve, so she can be of any race/ethnicity. I'll try my best to be inclusive/vague in my descriptions.

Starting this week, I'm going to be updating this fic weekly (every Monday).

Warnings for shitty parents, pregnancy, vomiting (a lot), grief, depression, reader being kinda mean to steve even tho he's a good boy, reader not taking care of her hair (or herself generally), bad relationship with food, nested flashbacks

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~ FOUR MONTHS EARLIER ~

A sharp tapping on your bedroom door roused you from sleep. You sat up suddenly, dazed and confused. Your bed was cold. You grimaced.

In the time since you’d learnt about Hawkins’ dark underside, you had gotten used to the nightmares.  You could handle them. What you weren’t prepared for were the other kind of dreams.

When you slept, Eddie was alive. He would lounge beside you in your bed, drawing long forgotten laughter from deep inside you. He would hold you, kiss you, tell you that he adored you. Touch you in ways that you never wanted anyone else to touch you.

Awake, you felt hollow.

When Steve called your name through the door, you tried to say, “come in,” as naturally as possible, but your throat was tight.

He opened the door, a dishtowel slung over his shoulder. “Hey. How are you feeling this morning?”

Now that was a question. How were you feeling this morning?

You took a quick inventory: your throat hurt; your eyes were crusty and sore from crying; you hadn’t showered in days so you felt sweaty and gross.

“I’m okay,” you said, and Steve frowned.

“I thought I could make pancakes?” he suggested. Admittedly, pancakes did sound good. “Why don’t you have a shower and I’ll make breakfast, and then we can go for a walk?”

You tried not to groan. Steve had been doing this since your parents left. You knew he was only doing it because he cared, but right now you bristled against even the gentlest suggestion that you should eat, or bathe, or exercise. You knew that Steve wasn’t judging you – you knew that – but hearing the words out loud still hurt.

But he was just trying to help you. You bit back your harsh response and nodded instead.

“I’ll be down in ten minutes.”

A smile broke across his face. “Great!” he said, as if the thought of you doing the bare minimum was actually impressive.

You hated all of this. Steve was treating you like you were made of glass. The two of you had always good-naturedly bickered at each other, poking and prodding and making sarcastic jabs, and now the only mode he seemed capable of was gentle, earnest compassion. It sucked.

Still, you kept your thoughts to yourself as you went into your bathroom and turned on the shower. It was a quick wash, dragging soap over your body and continuing to ignore the growing problem of your hair. When you were done, you brushed your teeth quickly and then dressed in clean(ish) sweatpants and a t-shirt.

You put your hair up and out of the way, and then covered it with your hood, trying not to think about it.

Steve was just plating up the pancakes when you made it down into the kitchen. He gave you a weak smile, which you returned even weaker.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Fine.”

“Right.” Steve took that as his cue to not ask any more stupid questions.

Staring down at your plate of pancakes, you felt suddenly ravenous. You hadn’t been eating well. As you tucked in, you could feel Steve’s eyes on you.

You cleared your throat. “You’ve got work later, right?”

“Yeah, but not until this afternoon. Plenty of time to hang out.”

He didn’t ask you if you would be okay alone in the house. Not since you’d snapped at him for treating you like a broken doll. Steve didn’t deserve that. He was trying, and you weren’t. So you decided to offer him an olive branch.

“It’ll be nice to get out of the house,” you said, as breezily as you could. Steve’s eyes widened, but a broad smile soon followed. You looked back down at your pancakes.

*

Hawkins being Hawkins, nature walks weren’t advisable, but when Steve suggested driving into town to walk around the mall, you shot him down. You really didn’t want to be anywhere where you might run into people.

So the two of you set off on foot, hiking along the edge of the woods, never straying more than 20 feet from the road. You both knew what dangers lurked in the darkness.

As much as you hated to admit it, Steve had been right about walking making you feel better. The fresh air cut into your lungs, an ache blooming in your chest. It was better than feeling numb.

Steve cleared his throat. “I was thinking that we could do a movie night some time soon. We could invite Robin.”

“Sure,” you said, non-committally.

“Or something with the kids. It’d be nice to all get together in one place again.”

All. You grimaced at the use of the word. There were some people who were never coming back, no matter how much you wished it.

Barb. Benny. Bob Newby. Chrissy Cunningham. Even Billy, for all his faults. Not that you would ever have invited him to your house.

And of course, there was Eddie. You would never get to have a movie night with him again. He’d never crawl through your bedroom window and fall asleep by your side. You would never get to kiss him again.

You stopped in your tracks, throwing your arms out to try and keep your balance.

“What is- Oh my god.” Steve jumped back as you vomited all over the patch of earth in front of you. You swayed on your feet, so he scooted around the splash zone to get to your side and put an arm around you. “Are you alright?”

You shook your head, and then bent forward to hurl again. Steve clutched at your jacket, trying not to let you fall.

You found yourself reminded of something that happened when you were a child. Your parents had been more present then than they were now, although that was a low bar. Your general needs were taken care of by nannies more often than not, but on this occasion, your parents were taking you and Steve on vacation.

It was a long drive down to the lake house, and at six years old, your feet didn’t touch the floor when you were sitting in the back of the car.

“Mommy?” you called out to her, but she was leaning on her neck pillow, sunglasses hiding the fact that she was asleep. “Mommy!”

“Keep it down,” your dad snapped, “I don’t wanna hear your whining.” You shrank back into yourself, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What’s wrong?” Steve whispered to you. He had been staring out of the window until you’d spoken, but now his focus was on you.

“Feel sick.”

He pulled a bottle of water from his door, cracked the lid open and then handed it to you. You took a big gulp, but the water was unpleasantly warm, so you pushed it back towards him.

He must’ve seen the expression on your face, because he said, “Dad? Can we pull over? I think she’s gonna be sick.”

“We’re not gonna make it there before sunset if we keep having to stop for you damn kids. Now shut the hell up.”

“It’s gonna be okay,” Steve whispered to you. He took your hand in his pressed his fingers against your wrist. “My teacher showed me a place where you can press to make you feel less sick.” As his clumsy, eight-year-old fingers fumbled to find the pressure point, you gripped the seat suddenly.

“Dad-” you tried to say, but before you could say anything else, you threw up all over yourself.

“Dad, she’s been sick.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he muttered, readjusting his rear-view mirror to get a look at you, and then let out a deep sigh. “We’ll stop at the next rest-stop.”

Hot tears pricked at your eyes. Embarrassed, you sniffed, trying to keep them in, but to no avail.

“Hey,” Steve murmured. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. We’ll get you all cleaned up and you’ll feel so much better.” You nodded weakly.

The next rest-stop, as it turned out, was very sparse, with only a restroom and a few benches. Your dad got out of the car and opened your door before you’d even had the chance to undo your seatbelt.

“You little shit,” he hissed. “You got it all over the upholstery. Do you know how much this cost?”

Bewildered, you stared back at him. “I don’t know, daddy.”

“Get out of the car.”

“What’s going on?” said your mom sleepily. She had evidently taken her sleeping pills for the drive.

“Get up,” he said to her. “You need to clean this up. Your daughter vomited all over it.”

“Why do I need to clean it up? She’s your daughter too and it’s your car.”

“I’m gonna take her to go get cleaned up,” Steve announced loudly. He helped you out of the car, snagged your backpack from the trunk and then took your hand. Your parents were still sniping at each other behind you as you walked away.

“Mom and dad are fighting because of me,” you said as he ushered you into the bathroom. There was only one stall, so you hoped no one came along and needed to use it.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Are they going to get a divorce?”

“No, sweetpea.” That comforted you a little.

With Steve’s help, you removed your soiled cardigan and t-shirt. He dropped them both into the sink to rinse them, and then wet some tissues for you so that you could wipe yourself down.

Ten minutes later, you were dressed in a clean t-shirt and sweater, and your dirty clothes were rinsed and shoved into a plastic bag. Steve got you a cold water from the vending machine, and the two of you sat in the sun on one of the benches while your mom cleaned up your seat in the car.

The memory made your heart hurt. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same.

Now, Steve was ushering you back to the house, one hand on your shoulder to keep you steady. At least this time you hadn’t got any on your clothes. This time, though, throwing up didn’t make you feel any less sick. If anything, you felt worse.

As soon as you were through the front door, you sprinted to the downstairs bathroom and bent over the toilet, hurling up the contents of your stomach. Your knees trembled, and you sank down into a kneeling position. You could hear the creaking of floorboards outside the door, as if Steve wasn’t sure if he should come in or not.

After a moment, his footsteps retreated. Fine. Good. You had wanted to deal with this alone anyway.

But he didn’t leave you to deal with this alone. Thirty seconds later, the bathroom door swung open and he placed a bottle of water on the floor beside you.

“Hey…” He rubbed your back soothingly. Another surge of vomit had you blinking tears out of your eyes.

Without warning, Steve pulled back your hood, probably to get your hair out of the way. You flinched.

He said your name softly, and his pitying tone convinced you that he had noticed the state your hair was in. You screwed your eyes shut and threw up again.

It took a few minutes, but eventually the vomiting subsided. It had left you sweaty and cold, with a horrible taste on your mouth. You opened the bottle of water and drank some down, trying to get rid of the burning acidity in your chest.

As you got shakily to your feet, you found that Steve was still watching you. He had a sympathetic look on his face that made you want to punch him. How dare he feel sorry for you, after everything you’d been through.

You balled up your fists, your face hot with shame.

“Hey…” he said, wincing. “Please let me help you. I want to help you.”

Reluctantly, you let him.

If there was one thing Steve knew, it was hair. At his behest, you took your second shower of the day, this time taking your time to properly shampoo and condition your hair. When you exited the bathroom, you found that Steve had stripped your bed of its sheets, which were starting to get a little musty, and put on a load of laundry.

You put on a clean, dry pair of pyjamas, and found Steve downstairs, cleaning up the bathroom that you’d spent ten minutes puking in, wearing marigold gloves.

“Get comfy on the couch,” he said, “I’ll be with you in a minute.” And sure enough, he returned to you holding a whole box of hair products. “Just trust me on this, okay?”

So you did.

It took many hours, several bottles of conditioner and all sorts of other products that you’d never even heard of, but eventually, Steve managed to tackle your hair into a manageable state. You had been crying on and off – it sometimes felt like Steve was yanking your hair out of your scalp – but now you felt all cried out.

Part of you appreciated the pain. You had hardly cried since Eddie’s death. If the pain managed to break through the numbness to make you shed a few tears, that could only be a good thing.

More than once, you suggested cutting it all off. Your brother adamantly refused.

When he was done, Steve looked exceedingly proud of himself. He held up a mirror like a hairdresser, showing off his handiwork. You just put your arms around him and hugged him tight.

~ PRESENT DAY ~

Eddie couldn’t help but steal glances at you. You were sitting in an armchair, a big, cosy dressing gown hiding your baby bump, clutching a mug of hot chocolate in your hands.

Making the hot chocolate had been a struggle, since Steve wouldn’t leave Eddie alone with you. It was like the riddle where you have to get a fox, a chicken and a bag of grain across a river and you can’t leave the fox with the chicken or the chicken with the grain.

Eddie supposed that made him the fox. He balked at the idea that he could ever hurt you. Steve had never trusted him before, but they had found an uneasy truce. Now, that was all out of the window.

Steve had made Eddie come into the kitchen with him while he made the hot chocolate, leaving you alone in the living room. In a brief concession to civility, he had offered Eddie some too, but he’d declined. He thought he might puke if he ate or drank anything right now.  

“Hop’s here,” Steve said suddenly, and sure enough, the crunch of tyres on the gravel of the driveway reached Eddie’s ears.

Eddie took the brief moment while Steve was answering the door to steal another glance at you, and found you looking back at him. He offered you a smile, but you quickly looked away.

It turned out to be not just the chief, but the entire Hopper-Byers clan. Eddie had never met Will, nor Eleven, but he’d heard plenty about them. The two young teens were wearing hoodies and shoes over their pyjamas.

He remembered Jonathan from school. Jonathan eyed him with suspicion, but he supposed he couldn’t blame him for that. Joyce barely glanced at Eddie, beelining over to you to give you a hug, which you received gratefully. Eddie knew that you’d always loved Joyce. She’d been good to you when your own mother would barely even look at you.

“Munson,” said the chief. Or not the chief. Eddie didn’t really know what Hopper’s rank was now.  Still, as a drug-dealer and general troublemaker, he had been all too familiar with the chief.

“Hop,” said Eddie, getting to his feet.

“Last I heard, you were dead.”

“I could say the same about you.”

To Eddie’s surprise, Hopper actually smiled at that. Perhaps Joyce’s influence had mellowed him out. Or so Eddie assumed, as they evidently seemed to be living together now.

“Are you a zombie?” he asked.

“Uhh, no?”

“Vampire?”

“Well, I have a certain thirst for blood, but that’s not new.” Eddie grinned, but Hopper didn’t.

“This isn’t a time for jokes, kid. Are you flayed?”

“Am I what?”

“Sit down. My daughter is going to tell us if you have any connection to Vecna.”

“W-What?”

Hop put one hand on his shoulder and shoved him back onto the couch. Eleven, whose short curly hair was tousled with sleep, perched on the edge of the coffee table. She closed her eyes.

“What’s she doing?” asked Eddie nervously. He’d heard a little about what she could do, and was mildly concerned that she might be about to snap his neck.

“She’s checking to see if there’s any trace of the Upside Down on you. If you’re a zombie, or one of Vecna’s puppets. If you’re dangerous. While she’s doing that, I’m gonna ask you some questions.”

“Maybe we should-” Steve started, putting a hand on your shoulder, but you cut him off.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you snapped.

He swallowed nervously, but acquiesced. Eddie could feel all eyes on him. He felt awfully exposed.

“What happened to you in the Upside Down?” asked Hopper.

“I don’t… I don’t really remember?” Eddie tried to think, but a flash of pain lanced through his brain, and he flinched. Eleven flinched too.

“What happened?” Hopper asked her, one hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Keep asking questions,” she said, her eyes still closed.

“Well?” Hopper turned to Eddie again.

“We were… we were fighting the demobats. I got overwhelmed. There were too many of them.” He winced, blinking slowly. “They were biting at me. It hurt. A lot.”

“And then?”

“I don’t remember anything else.”

“He’s telling the truth,” said Eleven, opening her eyes. “He’s not flayed. Not a zombie. Human. Alive. Something is wrong with him. But he is human.”

“‘Something’ is wrong with him?” asked the chief.

“Well, what’s new?” Eddie forced out a smile.

The room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. That was, until you huffed out a laugh. Eddie turned his head towards you, and found you wiping tears from your eyes.

After that, Eddie couldn’t focus on anything else. Hopper and Joyce were talking to you and Steve about what to do now. The gist of it seemed to be to keep a close eye on Eddie. Eddie wasn’t listening. He was watching the way tears kept rolling down your cheeks sporadically. Steve was tense beside you, arms folded across his chest.

“We could take Eddie home with us?” Joyce suggested. “That way we could keep an eye on him to ensure he’s safe.”

“No way,” you said. “Absolutely not. He and I have some catching up to do.”

Joyce glanced down at your baby bump, grimaced, but then nodded. “Of course.”

“If anything happens – and I mean anything – you call us, okay?” said Hopper. “But it’s four in the morning, so I’m gonna take my family home. Is that alright?”

“Fine by me,” you said, very abruptly. Then your expression softened. “Thank you for coming over. We really appreciate it.”

“Alright.” Hopper clapped Steve on the back. “You did the right thing, kid.”

You stood up to see them out. It was evidently a struggle to pull yourself to your feet, and Eddie was about to offer you a hand when Steve stepped in and helped you out.

You stepped forward and gave Joyce a hug. Then you gave one each to Eleven and Will. And then the family were retreating out the door, piling into Hop’s car and driving away.

You and Eddie and Steve were left alone. Steve was clearly fighting off a yawn.

“Steve? Can I talk to Eddie alone for a minute?” you asked.

His expression tightened. “What for?”

“Because I want to talk to him,” you snapped. “Why else?”

“Okay…” He looked from Eddie to you and back. “I’ll go and make up the guest room. Yell if you need me.”

Eddie waited until Steve’s footsteps had disappeared up the stairs. He started to speak, unsure of what he really wanted to say, but was cut off by you throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tight.

---

Notes:

When I was at university, I went through a period of being so depressed that I neglected to brush my hair for months. The more tangly it got, the worse I felt, and the less I wanted to deal with it. Eventually I went to visit my long distance bf at the time, and he asked me why I wouldn't take my hair down. With his help, I tackled it. Using a shit-ton of conditioner, he helped me brush out some of the tangles, but the stress got too much and we ended up having an argument and me having the worst panic attack I've ever had. He stayed with me until I was calm, and then he went home. I finished my hair myself, using two bottles of conditioner. The next day, it was the softest it had ever been. I never let it get that bad again.

Recently I was in hospital with a broken ankle. My family came to see me after surgery. I was so hungry, I hadn't been allowed to eat all day and I was constantly on the verge of tears. My hair was a mess. It was super tangly, so my mum brushed it for me and then plaited it so it would stay neat and not tangle. I cried the whole time because I've been pretty starved for affection.

Honestly I'm not even sure why I'm telling you all this, but it feels kinda important that you know where I'm coming from here.

Ciao.

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