#stranger things one shots

[joshlmbrt]

And one more request is Steve harrington x reader tells him she's pregnant and the journey of the pregnancy (also steve being obsessed with the baby bump and talking to it) and then the birth and steve is so in love and happy and he's like "one down 5 more to go"

FIVE MORE TO GO.

summary: steve is excited, you’re nervous, dustin is excited about being an uncle, robin is excited too - way, way excited, eddie is excited about showing her Metallica on the guitar.

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warnings: fem!reader, if babies bother you … babies

an: if you ever have anymore requests . . . please send my way, you literally helped me so much!!! i appreciate your request so much!! and if anyone else has any requests, please don’t be scared to send them!! i’m sorry if the ending isn’t as good </3

𖡡 JASPER, CHICAGO - 1990.

Two more months to go and you felt as if it was even longer than that.

But Steve felt as if it could be any minute now, making you practically push him out of the door so he could make it to work on time and you get some peace, promising if anything happened you’d call Eddie or Robin.

He didn’t like the sound of that, but did it to please you anyway.

You love Steve, really love him.

But sometimes you needed a moment to yourself. Especially now.

Your feet was propped up, ankles slightly swollen, with a bowl of cheese puffs and another small bowl of sour cream resting on swell of your stomach.

You would’ve cringed at the thought several months ago, but right now? It was heaven.

The door opens, keys being dropped into the bowl.

“I’m telling you, Suzie misses me!”

“Dude, she broke up with you,” Steve says pointedly. “For a reason.”

“It was a stupid reason.”

You shake your head, smiling as they both step into the living room. Dustin excitedly drops his bag, making his way over.

“I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you too, Dusty.” You grin, watching as he plops next to you.

Steve had - reluctantly - agreed to let Dustin stay. (He was nervous that he might break something and it would cause you to hurt yourself, or rather, if you cleaned too much, you’d immediately go into labor.)

You were the one to tell Steve that he could stay, as long as he was careful.

And when you give him that look when he’s about to question if it’s a good idea, he agrees.

“What are you eating?”

“Cheese puffs and sour cream,” You grin. “Eddie and Robin is on their way with a strawberry milkshake.”

Dustin’s face screws up, but Steve pouts. “Honey, if you wanted me to get you a milkshake, you could’ve told me before I left and I would’ve brought you back one before picking him up.”

“I know you would’ve, but I didn’t want him ti get kidnapped.”

“They would immediately take him back to the airport.”

“Hey!” Dustin throws his hands up.

There’s a knock before the door is opened. “We come baring milkshakes.”

You stand, Steve is immediately by your side, helping you up.

“Gimmie one, please.” You waddle towards Robin, grabbing the styrofoam cup from her hand, taking a long sip.

You hum, nodding as you close your eyes.

“This is definitely what I needed,” You glance between the both of them. “Thank you.”

“Mhm,” Eddie smiles and holds out a gift bag. “I wasn’t able to get the little gremlin anything for the baby shower, but here you go.”

“Eds,” You shake your head. “You didn’t have to. It’s okay.”

“I know. But still,” He grins. “I think you’ll like it.”

You set the cup down and Steve eyes the bag cautiously. You grab the pink bag from him, sparkles falling to the carpet. You pull the mix of white and pink tissue paper out of the bag.

In the bottom is a folded up onesie and dress. You reach in the bag and unfold it, placing the bag on the table.

The onesie was a green, long sleeved one with Metallica Justice For All album. Steve throws Eddie a look.

“What if she doesn’t like Metallica?”

Eddie smirks. “Oh, she will.”

You laugh a bit, unfolding the dress that had tiny white skulls all over it.

“Thank you, Eddie. I can’t wait til shes able to wear them.”

He grins, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“And I can’t wait to play her songs on the guitar.”

Robin speaks up. “I’ll be sure to get her some earplugs.”

-

TWO MONTHS LATER.

It was past the due date and you were getting nervous.

Nothing has helped your water break. There were tiny concentrations, but nothing to major.

Steve was calling the house on the dot every hour, sometimes you and Dustin ignored it, which made him go into a frenzy and call Robin or Eddie.

The bags were packed and ready to go. You were sure Steve had missed something, but you know he would immediately go back to pick it up.

He had told you to stay in bed and rest. But you certainly didn’t listen.

With a hand on your belly, Dustin visiting Eddie’s and Robin’s apartment upstairs, you were cleaning.

Light cleaning, but cleaning nonetheless.

“If you could, baby, just. . . hurry,” You speak to your bump, thumb moving up and down slightly. “Daddy is about to have a brain aneurysm.”

You laugh into the quiet apartment, sitting down now and letting out a huff.

The door opens and keys drop into the bowl. “Where’s Dustin?” Steve immediately asks.

“At Eddie’s and Robin’s.” You rub your hand up and down, not looking up at him.

“What?! What if you would’ve went into labor and no one was here, huh? What would’ve-”

“Baby,” You finally look at him. He stops and stares at you with wet, wide, brown eyes. You pat the free spot next to you. He huffs our a breath, walking over and sitting down next to you, careful not to make any sort of movement. “I’m not fragile or sick, I’m pregnant. If something would’ve happened, I would’ve called them immediately. You should know this.”

He looks at your swollen belly sadly. “Do you think she’s okay?”

“She might be shy,” You tease softly. You smile once you see the corner of his lip curl into a small smile. His hand reaches out to rest on your stomach. Yours rest on his cheek. “I promise you, I’m okay. . . She’s okay.”

He only nods slightly, tapping softly before standing from the couch. “You hungry?” He leans down, hands resting on the couch. You lean back to stare up at him.

“Nope. Are you? I could make you-”

“I’ll make it,” He’s quick to cut you off. “You stay here and rest.” He leans down more, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before lifting up and making his way to the kitchen.

You shake your head and sigh, closing your eyes as you lean your head back against the soft cushion.

You wince slightly, moving an inch. Something wet catches your attention. Eyes flying open, you look down.

“Uh. . . Steve?” You call out.

“Change your mind on the sandwich? I knew you would, that’s why-”

“No,” You say simply, staring up at the boy who held two plates. “I, uh, I think my water broke.”

The plates drop, bread and sandwich meat flying everywhere, and he quickly makes his way over to you. “Oh, my god. Okay. . . Okay. This- this is happening. Finally. Uh, what do you need? Do you need anything?”

“I need to get into the car and go to the hospital. That would be nice.” You wince again, trying to stand. He’s quick to help pull you up.

“Right. Okay, yeah. Hospital. Let me get the bags!” He quickly makes his way to the room. You waddle over to the phone, quickly dialing your friends number.

“Hello?”

“Robs, hey, it’s me,” You wince again, pressing a hand to the wall. “Uh, it’s time?”

There’s silence - then there’s screaming so loud that you have to pull the phone away from your ear.

“Hello?” You say into the phone before the dial tone echos into your ear. You shake your head, placing the phone back onto the receiver.

There’s a stumbling and a dull thud. You glance over to see Steve on the floor.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m okay!” He declares, standing from the floor and lifting up the suitcase.

You shake your head and the door is flying open. “Let’s go! What are we waiting on!”

“Steve, what are you doing?!”

“The baby is almost-"

“Can everyone just be quiet, please?!” You don’t mean to snap, but the yelling wasn’t helping your pain at all. “Sorry,” You breathe. “But yelling isn’t going to make this go any faster, okay?”

They all nod, breathless.

“Dustin,” You say, and he perks up. “Beside the bed is the camcorder. Grab it.” He nods, walking past everyone quickly.

“Eddie, you’re driving.”

“Oh, no. Nope. That is not happening.” Steve shakes his head.

“Steve,” You turn to look at him. “I would rather you be beside me on the way there,” You quickly look at Eddie. “No offense.”

“None taken.”

You turn back to Steve. “And his focus will be on the road. If you were driving, you’d be all over the place. And I’d rather get there safely than you have a wreck.”

“She’s right.” Robin points out.

Steve sighs because, of course he knows, you’re right.

“Fine.”

You smile softly, but wince after. He steps closer. “I’m okay. Robs, can you go with Eddie and take the suitcase so Steve doesn’t accidentally make the clothes fly all over the place?”

She giggles at the thought but nods, walking over and yanking it from Steve’s hand. “Give it, Dingus.”

He rolls his eyes, watching as they quickly walk out. Dustin steps out. “What took you so long?!” Steve turns to him.

“I had to pee!”

Steve pinches his brows and stares at the boy. Dustin walks out of the apartment, you and Steve following behind, Steve’s hand never leaves your back.

-

Your eyes slowly flutter open, glancing at Steve who was bouncing baby Nadia - or ‘gremlin’ Eddie affectionately calls her - in his arms.

She was so tiny and chunky.

You grin at the two, knowing (and hoping) Dustin had recorded them for a bit so you could have it on tape.

Steve was humming softly, fingertip slowly dragging across the baby’s soft nose.

“Stevie.” You say softly.

He quickly turns, smiling softly at you and walking over carefully to sit next to you.

One leg stays stretched out and the other is bent, careful not to dig into your thigh.

“I knew you’d be a good father.” You sit up carefully, reaching over and running a forehead over her cheek. Some of her brown hair was poking out from the pink beanie.

He blushes from the compliment, although he turns it around to you - always one to never to take compliments well. “You were awesome.”

“Thank you, Stevie,” You place a quick soft, peck to his lips. “Thank you for staying.”

“Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He knows what you mean.

You smile sadly and look away, leaning your head against his shoulder. He places his lips to the top of your head.

“I love you.” He mumbles.

“I love you too.” You nod softly, sniffing quietly.

He decides not to say anything more, besides one thing. “Five more to go?”

You laugh softly, nodding as you stare up with him with love pouring from your eyes. “Five more to go.”

Dustin smiles from the door, pulling the camera away once he has a good second or two of the kiss, leaning against the wall.

“I think I might become a producer.” He shrugs.

Eddie lifts a brow at him. “You’ve had a couple of jobs in mind.”

“Yeah, but this might stick.” Dustin grins, walking away.

Eddie rolls his eyes and peeks into the room. He smiles softly at the scene - almost too perfect to be true.

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[refiwrites]

Your Love

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Fem! Reader

Requested?: Yes

Summary: Playful moments with Jonathan Byers.

WC: 1.4k

Warning/s: none, just pure love and fluff

Note: this is a petition for jonathan byers to break my back love me

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

“What are you doing?” Jonathan asks from beside you as his arm started to strain from you holding onto it for a while now. The two of you were in his room, spending the afternoon together. The two of you were the only current people in the Byers household since Joyce had to go to work and Will was off and biking to get to Mike’s.

It felt odd having a relaxing day with all that’s been going on, it felt like all of you never really got over what happened the past couple of months, that’s when you decided to hang with Jonathan today, and knowing Jonathan, he wouldn’t say no to you.

“Hold on, I’m almost done.” You say, holding onto his arm firmer as you placed the last finishing touches of yet another drawing on his arm.

Jonathan stared at you watching as you remained focused on completing your task, your face contorted in determination as he felt the pen drag on his skin. He never realized when this started between the two of you, often the both of you would be together and then by the end of the day Jonathan would find little drawings and phrases of adoration littering his arm.

He never found it annoying, in fact, he has found comfort in this little act. The silence occasionally disrupted by your little hums of satisfaction, the way your hand held his arm, the way he’d notice how you’d absent-mindedly stroke his skin with your thumb as you drew. He almost forgot the numbing strain just by staring at you. Then his eyes shifted to the drawing on his arm.

“A flower?” He asked curiously in a whisper as he tilts his head to get a better view.

You look up at him and his eyes flickered to you. You smiled and went back to drawing. “Well, not just any flower,” you say, slightly frowning as you rubbed a little stray ink away. Jonathan raises his eyebrow. “It’s a honeysuckle.” You answered.

“Ah, it looks cool.” Jonathan noted. “Actually,” You swallowed, “Did you know that honeysuckles symbolize affection? Pure happiness even.” You finish.

Jonathan nods, processing the information. “No, I didn’t.”

“Done.” You say smiling up at him, finally letting go of his arm. Jonathan frowned at the loss of contact but it faded as you held his arm again and slowly inched it to his face so he could see the full drawing. It was amazing, it looked almost like a tattoo.

“Since they symbolize happiness and love, I thought it’d be nice to put it on you… since you make me happy and these vines,” You shy, taking your finger and carefully going over the vines you’ve drawn on him. “They say it also symbolizes the form of a lover’s embrace.”

Jonathan could notice how the vines almost clung and wrapped around each other, before looking at you.

“Since like I said, the symbol of love… I think it fits because…” You muttered, you’ve probably said the phrase probably a thousand times before but every time you felt yourself uttering it out loud your heart always skipped a beat, and Jonathan could feel the same.

“Because I love you.”

Jonathan had his hand acting on its own as it carefully held your neck, pulling you towards him to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

“I love you too.”

Then there was a night where all the gang were gathered at Mike’s house for a little hang out in the basement or as Dustin dubbed it as “Movie Night with the Gang”

You and Jonathan were on the left side of the couch, while Nancy and Steve were arguing about the plot of the movies about to be watched, while Dustin and Mike were setting up the TV. Lucas and Max were too busy with each other, Will was reading the back of the case that held the tape for the movie and Eleven was curiously watching Dustin and Mike.

After everything had been set, including blankets and food being passed around, it was time to watch the movie.

You were halfway through when Jonathan nuzzled up next to you, his head resting on your shoulder as you comfortably wrapped an arm around him to nudge him closer to you whilst the two of you shared the blanket. Your hands started playing with the collar of his shirt, then it slowly travelled to his hair. It was soft and you found yourself twirling a strand before running your fingers through his scalp.

Jonathan let out a small hum which sounded more like a soft groan. Your eyes switched from the movie to him. “Something wrong?” You whispered in order not to distract the others.

“Mm, no. If you keep doing that, I’ll miss the movie and fall asleep.” He slightly chuckled which made you laugh.

“Hey lovebirds! We’ve still got a movie to watch!” Steve said which made all eyes turn to the pair of you.

“Shut it Harrington, we’re watching!” You replied. “You better be!” He retorted.

Few months passed and now you were in the forest.

You felt his gaze on you followed by the clicking and snapping of the camera. “You trying to spy on me, Byers?” You teased him, turning around to meet him face to face. He rolled his eyes, smiling as he set the camera down. “I don’t know, you make a pretty good candid.” He said.

“Try me.” You say with a laugh, trying to pose for the photo. Jonathan smiled wider and wasted no time bringing the camera up to take a picture of you.

It went on for about a while, Jonathan taking pictures of nature and you. Only you noticed he hasn’t taken any pictures of himself. “Hey, babe?” You ask as he takes another snap at the sky with the trees.

“Hm, yeah?” He replied.

“I just noticed; you take pictures of everything but yourself.” You said, stepping towards him. “And?” He looks at you. “Why don’t you take any?”

“Apart from I have only two hands, I don’t find a reason to.” He joked.

“Why not? And hey, you have me!” You gestured to yourself. “I can take a picture of you.”

“Nah, it’s fine, never really liked looking at myself in pictures anyways.” Jonathan responded.

“Jonathan, as much as I love seeing your pictures come to life, I would also love to see the creator of these beautiful portraits with them.” You walked closer towards him, placing your hands on his that held the camera.

“I know what you’re doing (Y/N), it’s not gonna work on me.” Jonathan said, trying to avoid you but the smile he was failing at hiding said otherwise.

You laughed and your hands made its way to his face, making him look at you. “Please? You never know how handsome you look.” You pleaded.

Jonathan closed his eyes and shakes his head. “Nope, not going to work.”

“Just one- or how about, every picture I take of you… you get a kiss?”

Jonathan’s eyes suddenly opened, looking at you. “Hm? Come again?”

“You heard me.” You pursed your lips teasingly.

Jonathan stares at you for a moment before sighing in defeat. “Alright, but- you do know how this works right?”

You gave him a mocked look of hurt. “Jonathan Byers, what am I? Born and raised yesterday? Of course, I know how to work a camera! Not to mention I have one hell of a photographer of a boyfriend.”

Jonathan blushes at your words with a shake of his head. “Just making sure.” Before he removes the sling off his shoulders, passing the camera to you.

“You won’t regret this, I promise!” You said, putting on the sling over your shoulder and handling the camera carefully.

You set it up, then pointed the camera at Jonathan. “So, uh, what am I just going to stand- or-?” He asks unsure. “How about you act like I’m not here and walk around okay? Feel everything that’s surrounding you.”

Jonathan did what he was told, and you couldn’t believe the number of pictures you took.

But your most favorite one was where he was looking straight at the camera with that smile of his.

“Alright that’s enough, missy.” He says laughing, going over to you, and covering the camera.

“I was just starting to have fun!” You jokingly complained. Jonathan shook his head. “We had a deal, remember?”

“What deal was it again?” You teased.

“One picture equals to a kiss if I heard that right?” Jonathan teased back.

You tilt your head as you start to walk back as a devious smile set on your face.

“That is if you can catch me, Jonathan Byers.” Was the last thing you said before you raced towards the car.

Jonathan shook his head, stepping to prepare for a run. “Oh, I will.”

[toomanybandstocare]

{Nose Kisses}

Program: Eddie's not as scary as everyone thinks. Actually, he's as terrifying as a doe. He can't help but feel a little shy when you show your interest after a Corroded Coffin show.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 987w

Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and bar fights. Compliments (Gorgeous and Dazzling). Couple of swears.

Counselor Notes: Thank you dear @staygoldwriting for the lil ask! I really just wanted some sweet boy Eddie, and I was all smiley when writing it.

Eddie Munson is as courageous as a mouse in a suit of armor. His acts of bravado often cause people to spare him a startled glance. Van speakers booming with Dio as he cruises to the Hideaway. A patch jacket that seems to sag under its new additions after a weekly music shop visit.

Eddie Munson speaks so loud and commands a room with outcast authority just to avoid attention. His logic: why allow anyone the chance to make him the social circle sacrifice. 

Eddie Munson feels a flame in his chest and visibly shrinks in size when he catches your electric look of adoration after a Corroded Coffin show. His fingers twist the sweaty, silver bands wrapped around them as he sneaks glances over to your friend group at the bar. 

“Hey, Romeo,” Jeff snaps Eddie’s attention back to the booth, “Your turn to buy the round”. A chorus of snickers rumble across the table from Sebastian and Gareth, and Eddie flushes from his friend’s knowing looks.

“Huh,” Eddie squeaks. Sounding like a freshman in high school certainly will not help him defend himself from the onslaught of teasing brewing.

“We’re doing you a favor,” Sebastian chuckles and slides his glass across the booth. It lands with a dull clink, and it’s soon followed by two more.

“Practically doe eyed and Bambi bashful all night,” Jeff points out and starts to shift his weight. Leaning into the side of the booth bench that Eddie occupies, Jeff pushes his shoulder into Eddie’s with a sudden shove.

“Don’t go cheap on us this time, and don’t chicken out like every time,” Gareth chides as he pushes the glasses into Eddie’s waving hands.

Anyone watching the scene would think that Eddie’s headbanging to the Motley song. Frizzy, black curls flying everywhere as he shakes his head.

“Guys come one,” Eddie pleads, “I’ll cover. That’s not an issue. Just someone else grab them.”

“Sorry,” Jeff shrugs and lays down on the bench completely. He sends Eddie an upside down, lopsided grin.

“Just too tired,” Gareth yawns and slouches into his seat.

“Stuck on the inside of the booth,” Sebastian rests his arms on the table followed by his chin.

“Go get us something good, and don’t come back without a number,” the boys simultaneously shoo Eddie away.

“Assholes,” Eddie breathes under his breath while taking the glasses into his hands.

The faint sounds of their laughter blend into the rowdy drunken chatter when he turns to walk over to the bar. One final shake of his head allows Eddie to shield himself with his hair. Every bump to his body causes a flurry of butterflies to tickle his tummy. He just needs to get to the bar and back to the booth. Nothing he can’t manage.

With an anxious tremble, Eddie sets the glasses down and flags Jodie with a small salute. Eddie’s eyes flicker from bottle to bottle before meeting his reflection in the mirror behind the liquor shelf. When he notices your familiar figure standing right next to him, Eddie jumps back a little in fright. His sneaker tripping on your boot as he tries to catch himself before causing a bar fight.

“Easy there, Bambi,” your calm voice floods Eddie with ease. Your hand quickly dashes out to grab his elbow. Securely holding onto him, you help him steady himself and rub small circles into his jacket’s soft leather sleeves. “You alright?”

“Shit, yeah. I’m sorry. Jesus Christ,” Eddie starts to ramble and apologize profusely. “Wait. What did you just call me,” he sends you an incredulous look before tumbling back into his apologies.

“Bambi. Big brown eyes. A smitten smile. So shy and sweet, you can’t even look at me,” you mumble to yourself. You unconsciously start to tap your foot in thought.

An amused look graces your face as you try to catch Eddie’s gaze, but his hair keeps swaying in the way. You tug the emergency scrunchie from your wrist and take a step into Eddie’s space. A small laugh warms you when you realize Eddie is so absorbed in his words that he doesn’t notice you pressing into his chest and reaching your arms around his neck. Softly trailing your fingers at the base of his neck, you feel Eddie’s breath hitch. You gather his locks with gentle care and wrap his hair into a small bun. A hum of approval tickles your lips when you inspect your work.

“There. Now I can see those beautiful, brown eyes,” you smile at the blushing boy. 

“Thanks,” Eddie squeaks.His eyes wide in shock as he finally sees you clearly and so close. Eddie can’t even think to wince before the sound of your melodious laughter relaxes the tension in his posture.

“Need another, Eddie,” Jodie calls both your attention as she sets down four replenished glasses.

Eddie’s blush burns his skin as he coughs, “No, just the four”. He hands her the money plus tip before daring to take a glance back at you. Your smile sends him into a dizzy state of glee.

“I think both our friend groups are dying to call us back, so here,” you step closer and tuck a piece of paper into his pocket. “My number. We can figure out how to get my scrunchie home another day,” you explain while looping his bandana around your finger.

Eddie doesn’t know what came over him. Maybe it was the beer from earlier. Maybe it's how gorgeous you look under the shitty spotlights. Maybe your dazzling smile finally made him crumble.

Carefully gathering the glasses between his hands, Eddie turns to you and pauses. Shifting his weight back and forth on his heels, Eddie swoops closer and presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. Feather light and excitement overcomes any second guesses. Taking a step back, Eddie shoots you a bashful smile, “Sounds like a plan, Thumper”.

[honeysuckleharringtons]

"The Lover's Quarrel" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: Steve gets beat up, Reader has to clean him up, and then they tell each other "I love you" for the first time.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader (only one use of Y/N)

Word Count: 535

Content Warning: explicit language, Billy makes derogatory sexual comments about Reader, mentions of blood, Steve do be injured, mild mention of food, lmk if I missed anything!

Genre: Angst to Fluff? idk whatever "taking care of each other" falls into 🤣

Extra Notes: yeah crappy summary as per usual, i know 🤩

Based On the Prompt: "I've Got Red In My Ledger" - broken nose (from 2021 Whumptober Prompts)

Originally Written: 10/23/2022

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold

honeysuckleharringtons main masterlist can be found here!

honeysuckleharringtons whumptober masterlist can be found here!

"You gotta stop doing this," I commented, placing the ice pack over Steve's now blackened eye.

"He was asking for it," he mumbled, wincing at the coldness.

I turned back to face him, dabbing at the blood sliding down his lip. "What did he do this time?" I asked, already knowing Steve's answer.

His non-black eye narrowed sarcastically. "It's Billy Hargrove. Do you really have to ask that?"

"OK, I understand the guy's an asshole, but at least tell me you had a reason for him to break your nose this time."

He gasped, his eyes filling with sadness. "Did he really break it?"

"Yes, Steve. That's what happens when you keep getting into fights," I scolded as I placed a Band-Aid on his cheek.

The room stayed silent, save for the winces Steve would let out whenever I'd touch a sensitive spot on his face. The air was cold, causing him to shiver as he leaned back against the cabinets, his long legs dangling over the kitchen counter where he sat.

I was the first to speak again. "So what really happened?" I asked, more sincerely and less sarcastically than earlier.

"He, uh…" Steve hesitated, his eyes screwing shut as I placed another bandage on his cheek.

I swallowed, knowing by the expression on his face that I wasn't going to like his answer.

"He was talking shit about you."

My eyebrows raised in slight disbelief. "He what?"

"He was saying all sorts of shit about you and saying you were easy just because you're with me… so I punched him."

I kissed his forehead, practically the only spot on his face that was left undamaged. "Well, thank you. But I promise, I'm no reason to break your pretty nose and bust those luscious lips."

He let out a light huff, cracked a small smile, and took my hands in his. "I promise you, you are the only person I'd be willing to get a broken nose for. Well, OK, maybe Dustin if it was for a good enough cause."

I laughed quietly, running my hand through his hair. "Well, I don't know about Dustin, but I appreciate your kind gesture."

"Always. Anything for the person I love most."

I was taken aback by his use of the word love. Neither of us had ever really used it, outside of one bantering use in the sentence, "I love you so damn much," when I brought Steve ice cream at work once.

"You really love me most? Out of everyone in your life?" I inquired, my stomach doing a loop-de-loop as I processed his words once more.

"Of course I do. You're beautiful, kind, you put up with shit like this at 2 a.m. on a weeknight," he chuckled, "and most importantly, I love you most because I know you love me most."

My lips turned upward as I leaned into him, basking in the feeling of his hands resting on my back. "Well, you are right about that. I do love you most. More than anyone has ever loved someone before."

"Well, that's where you're wrong, Y/N Y/L/N," he chuckled, "because I love you more than anyone else has ever loved someone before."

Um... so obviously this isn't what everyone was expecting...

I know, I missed some Whumptober posts, but I have a plan to make up for it!!

As most everyone knows, next month is nanowrimo! That being said, i was going to take a short break posting on here to work on my novel during nano. But, my plan now is to (as far as fanfics go) only allow myself to work on the Whumptober fics i missed, and everything else I write will be for my novel.

So, you guys will be getting all the Whumptober fics I missed, just not during October.

I do apologize for not writing those yet. I wish I had an excuse but tbh, I don't really know why I stopped writing them.

Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed my next Whumptober installment!! 🫶🏻

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[darkyuffie-blog]

Metalhead to the rescue

(an Eddie Munson X OC one shot.) Summary:

A new girl name Abigail at Hawkins has an anxiety attack after a run in with Jason Carver and Eddie helps to calm her down. A Stranger Things one shot. Abigail Summers 18 years old Blonde hair, green eyes 5'4 CW: Slight Violence inflicted on Abigail by Jason Carver

It was a month into senior year at Hawkins High when Abigail and her family moved here for her father's work. A new place. With no friends. No siblings...just her. She walked inside adjusting her glasses keeping her gaze on the ground. She managed to find the principal's office on her own and got her class schedule then headed straight to her first class. English. With a deep sigh she opened the door all eyes instantly on her. As was the fate of being a new student. "Ahh! Class this is Abigail Summers! She is new here. Treat her nicely and I expect you all to offer her help if she needs it." Mrs. Collens handed her a text book and nodded to the back of the class room. "Take the empty seat in front of Eddie Munson."

She nodded and headed to the back of the class keeping her eyes on the floor. She sat in the desk in front of the guy she assumed to be Eddie. Once the lecture started she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Y...Yes?" She whispered not turning her attention to the guy behind her. "Uh, just...noticed you were wearing a Metallica T-shirt. Have that same one at home. Pretty cool to meat a chick that isn't stuck up with her music choices. Just...wanted to try an make you feel welcomed. Why don't you find me and the Hellfire Club at lunch, so you aren't sitting on your own yeah?" She gave a nod so he knew she heard him and he grinned silently fist pumping beneath his desk.

Two periods later Abigail walked into the cafeteria for lunch. She scanned the room a small smile showing when she saw Eddie standing at the head of a table excitedly talking about something with three other guys who's shirts matched his. One with cute sandy brown curls, another heavier set guy with some stubble and short dark curls, and one she knew as Jeff since she sat behind him in her Algebra class. She walked over to their table and smiled as she took the spot next to Eddie between him and the guy with sandy curls and a plaid cut off vest. "Here she is guys! This is Abigail, Jeff and you have casually met. This is Gareth and Grant. We are all in Hellfire together and our sick ass band Corroded Coffin!"

"Yeah if you can even call that shit music Freaks!" Jason Carver said as he walked past their table. "That fucker is Jason Carver our NUMBER ONE FAN GIRL!" Jason glared and flipped Eddie off making him grin as he watched Jason and his lackie Andy walk off. "He is an ass, but uh, don't mind him k? No one to be afraid of. All bark no bite an all that shit." She nodded and smiled. "Y...yeah had guys like him at my old school... guess you can't escape jocks without braincells no matter where you go right?" Her comment made Gareth and Eddie chuckle. "Nice to meet ya Abi. I am a grade under you but hope that doesn't keep us from being friends. Be nice having a girl at our table for once." Eddie put his hand over his heart. "Gareth the Great your words wound me! I thought our bromance was enough for you!" His dramatics made them all laugh and soon Abi was engaged in conversation with all of the guys. Talk of favorite bands ensued and the guys told her all about Hellfire club and D&D.

Once they learned Abi actually had heard about D&D before and really wanted to play she was given her own Hellfire Shirt which she wore to school the next Friday to match theirs once again finding their table and sitting with them right between Gareth and Eddie again. "So! I was thinking, I really want to make a ranger character! I like how the class sounds. I read through the classes and races from the book Eds loaned me last week! I am seriously excited to make her guys." They all grinned at how excited she was to talk about it. A grimace from Jason as he passed by seeing the new chic roped into their hell club. "Another one lost to the freaks and their satanic little club! Probably excited to have a girl for a sacrifice..." He spat as he walked past their table him and his lackies laughing at his shit joke. Abigail looked up pushing her blonde hair from her face and stood up. "Actually Jason, you would be more fitting as a sacrifice! Last I checked they needed to be virgins right and with your attitude I can't see any smart girl wanting to bed you!" All talking at the Hellfire table stopped as they all looked at her jaws dropped even the freshmen, Eddie and Gareth wearing shit eating grins of pride.

"The fuck did you say bitch... look I know you don't know the pecking order here but you're one of the Freaks now and you don't get to talk to ME like that got it. Learn your place or I will make you learn it!" She stood up straighter narrowing her eyes. "I am sorry but I am not afraid of some trust fun JOCK with a small cock okay! So fuck right on off and leave me and my friends the fuck alone!" She sat down signaling she was done with him. Gareth and Eddie grinned squeezing her tightly between them "Shit Abi that was badass!" Gareth broke the silence first. "See told you boys she was perfect for our table! Fuck the jocks we would rather be freaks!" All the guys burst into random babbles of words about how cool Abi was standing up to Jason and it made her grin with pride. Her boys deserved to know she would protect them at all costs. These were her people now and she wouldn't back down when it came to protecting them. Though her anxiety was spiking a bit at the idea that Jason might do something.

After school she had put all her things away in her locker and walked out to go meet Eddie but was soon grabbed and slammed up against a nearby wall whimpering at the impact. Her eyes looked up to meet Jason's angry orbs glaring into her. "What you said at lunch today was real bold Abigail...real bold and real fucking stupid. Thought you would get away with that little act of yours hmm. Well your boys aren't here to protect their little whore now are they." He grabbed a fist full of her hair tugging it and causing her to let out a whine. "You're going to listen to me little freak fucker. You wanna keep from getting hurt and live out your senior year here in peace... you will apologize."

She glared at him and spit straight onto his letterman jacket. "As if I would apologize to you Jason Carver!" She tried to punch him but her first was caught and swiftly pinned beside her head roughly against the brick wall with a laugh at her attempt. "Good try bitch... fine you won't apologize... I will rough you up just a little then to prove my point because no one, will believe you over me. No one will trust the word of some new bitch causing trouble over the star basket ball player!" He shoved her hard against the brick wall before throwing her to the pavement causing her knees to get skinned open droplets of blood falling from them. He kicked her in her gut once then scoffed as he walked back around the front of the school with a shit eating grin.

Eddie heard a scream and saw Jason come around the school. He knew something was up and quickly took off around the corner of the school finding Abi against the concrete, knees bleeding and breathing hard rapid breaths clearly having an anxiety attack. He jogged over to her getting down on the ground with her and pulling her gently into his arms. "Hey, hey, woah Abi shh. I've got you okay. Just you and me here." She kept breathing hard so he picked her up taking her into the woods finally setting her on his picnic table. "Abi! Hey breath with me okay. Slow breaths yeah mimic my breathing." He showed her once and then she mimicked him finally starting to calm down. "There...it's gonna be okay... can't believe he fucking hurt you that bastard." He pulled her closely to him and ran his fingers through her soft blonde hair. He gave gentle kisses to her forehead over and over.

"I've got you okay. He ever lays a finger on you again and me and the guys will have his head alright. Don't fucking care if I get suspended and Gareth won't either k. Both of us adore you. Promise it won't happen again because I won't let you out of my sight after school. Shit I will even bring you to and from school okay. If you aren't with me Gareth will be with you. It's gonna be alright sweetheart." She nodded and finally managed to stop herself from crying any more. "God I felt so weak... I just froze. I wasn't expecting him to actually hurt me. Seriously I expected him to pussy out." She sighed and leaned against Eddie's chest wrapping her arms around him pulling him in closely to her. "Stay with me like this...just a bit longer Eddie... please."

"Of course sweetheart. I won't let go until you're good and ready. Swear." After a few more minutes being held by him and taking in the scent of his woodsy cologne and menthol cigs, she pulled back from him looking into his deep brown eyes with her soft green ones. "Eddie...can I kiss you?" She mumbled out before she could stop herself. Her eyes widened realizing she said the words aloud. To her surprise though Eddie wasn't even phased as he leaned down. "I would love to kiss you sweetheart." He said with a smile before his lips met hers in a deep kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss giving a soft bite to his lower lip that made him groan before he returned the gesture causing a cute whimper to fall from her. They parted breathily from one another's lips finally. "So, is this the part where you sacrifice me to Satan now that you have charmed me?" She said with a giggle. He grinned and picked her up causing her to wrap her legs around his waist. "No this is the part where I take this cute girl home and kiss her more." they both erupt with laughter as he carries Abi back from the woods to his van where many more kisses were exchanged before he took her home. ((Hope you guys enjoyed this small one shot, if you ever want to request a one shot with Abigail and the guys let me know your idea and I can try to make it happen. is also posted on AO3))

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Imagine life after the Star Court mall (Part 5)

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Part four

1986 (3 months after the events of the Star court)

-The bell on the door softly rang as the hinges pulled the glass door shut behind you, one hand on the straps of your purse as the other hung to your side, your feet carried you towards the front desk as your eyes scanned all the covers around you. As you reached the empty desk however, you leaned over the display case and rang a small bell, one which was clearly supposed to be hidden. A familiar groan sounded from the back as you heard a girl's voice chuckle, "It's your turn to see what the brats want."

"It was my turn last time." He whined as you smiled, opening your purse to withdraw two sandwiches as the girl replied, "Um do you want me to tell the mother of your weird children's group that you are slacking off again, just like you did at Scoops?"

"And what does that mean you are doing, since you are sitting in the back with me too, debating if Leslie Easterbrooks is hot or not?"

"My job, unlike you who is eating all the twirlers."

"I am not." He replied, before exiting the back room, "Welcome to Family Videos, how may I... oh, hey Babe."

"Is that how you greet all your female customers?" You raised an eyebrow, before hearing Robin, "Do my ears deceive me, or is that Miss Hopper I hear."

"Your ears do not lie Miss Buckley, and I come bearing peanut butter and honey sandwiches, of course home made by our favorite little sister."

-As Robin emerged you extended your hands to both of them holding El's creations as you continued, "I also am here to see if you have Howard the Duck on VHS yet, and 9 1/2 weeks."

"I can check for both, if I may ask however why we will be needing those?" Steve asked as you smiled, "The kids are going to have a sleep over tonight, meaning they get to watch Howard the Duck, and Robin and I will be watching 9 1/2 weeks."

"What about me?" He pouted as you smiled, "I figured you would watch Howard with Dustin and the kids."

"Don't they have school soon?" Robin asked as you looked at Steve with a smile, "This is the last hurrah before school."

"Ahhh yes, the brats are going to school next week." Robin asked as she leaned next to Steve, "Soon we will be child free!"

"Robin, when they are at school we all are working." Steve corrected as she sighed, "A woman can dream."

"You love them." You replied as she stood up, and looked to you both, before walking away, "Yeah, I love them so much, I'm going to go check that the movies are here."

-When she walked away you looked at Steve, "If you don't want to watch Howard the Duck it's fine."

"I know, but I don't want to crash yours and Robin's plan, besides, I think she likes actually having a female friend."

"And besides, the kids like you wayyyyyy more than me."

"Bullshit," He smiled before gently grabbing your chin, and running his thumb along your jawbone, "How was work?"

"The new sheriff is an idiot." You answered as he whispered, "Well that's a bias opinion."

"Clearly." You whispered as Steve leaned forward and kissed you tenderly, before whispering, "You are probably right though."

"I always am." You replied, before leaning forward more to kiss him again, this time for longer. However it was soon interrupted by Robin clearing her throat, "You're scaring all the customers away."

"Robin, I am your only customer."

"Yeah, because they know you are fucking the customer service staff. They see you enter and run."

"Ha ha very funny." You answered as you took the movies from her and put them in your purse, "Steve is gonna pay for them."

"Why me?" He asked as you smiled, "Because you love me."

-As you left Robin smiled, "You two are sickening."

"Shut up, you know you love us." He joked before the two of them retreated to the back room again.

-You went to Billy’s grave, just like you did everyday before you went home, you sat there for a while every time and just talked to him, telling him every little detail of your day, and how much you missed him.

-When you got back to the trailer, you smiled at the bikes littering the front lawn, all but one was there. As you exited the car you could hear them loudly laughing from inside, a smile lighting up your face as you thought about how good it was to hear them all laugh after everything that had happened to them just six months prior. Your feet stopping for a moment as you thought back to the night at the Starcourt, your eyes slightly watering as you remembered the feeling of your heart being ripped from your chest. However you couldn't cry, not right before entering the kid's favorite hangout.

-You opened the door to see all the kids playing DND, the boys were convinced they were going to have Max and El dungeon masters before school started, Dustin was screaming in victory as he rolled a D20, clearly getting a 20.

"Take that, I slayed the dragon all by myself!"

"You cheated." Mike whined as El looked at him, "No he didn't."

"He totally did, everyone saw it."

"I didn't." You answered as you placed your bag down onto your couch, and looked over the layout, "Ah I see you chose a dark meadow with a mysterious cave full of riches, good choice."

"Max and I picked it." El replied as you walked over and kissed the top of her head.

"So did you get the movies?" Lucas asked as you smirked, "Yeah, thankfully they had them. I forgot to tell Steve though to grab snacks."

"Knowing Steve, he has a stash somewhere in the trailer, honestly probably under your bed." Mike replied, reaching into the Cheetos as you shook your head, "Also, we are having spaghetti for dinner, and I expect you all to eat it, or no pancakes in the morning."

"Yes mom." They all said in unison, before you instructed, "Now finish your game, and when I am done with dinner we can eat."

"What about Robin and Steve?" El asked as you shrugged, "I dropped them off the two sandwiches you made them, so they should be okay."

-When Steve and Robin got home that night, the kids were already all piled into Hopper's old room, the movie was half way through, and all the snacks in the stash were ransacked. Your back to the door as you washed the dishes, and hummed to the radio. As your hips swayed Steve got lost in the movement of your body as Robin whispered, "Gag me."

"Shut up, I'm sure if you ever fall in love that you will act the same way." He whispered before starting towards you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as you whispered, "Welcome home Mr. Harrington."

"Glad to be home Miss Hopper." He replied before Robin called, "Where's my welcome home?"

"Welcome home my lovely Robin, how was work?" You dramatically asked as the duo cracked a smile.

-At the sound of your dramatic welcome home to Robin, Dustin called out, "Hurry up Steve, you are about to miss the best part."

"Go." You whispered before he kissed your cheek and ran off.

"Have I told you lately you two are..."

"Sickening." You cut her off as she flopped on the couch, and kicked her feet up onto the coffee table.

"I was going to say meant for each other, but that too." She answered as you put the last dish on the drying rack and made your way to the other movie case on the table, "Living room, my room, or yours?"

"Yours, Miss I need a memory foam mattress."

"That's what happens when you need absolute comfort." You smiled before you both retreated to the room, not without you saying though, "I promise the sheets are clean."

-You and Robin fell asleep half way through the movie, and when you awoke that morning, you felt a weight over your torso, and a firm body pressed against your back, Steve's soft snores filling your ears as you slowly opened your eyes to see Robin fast asleep, facing you.

-You were thankful that Steve and Robin had the weekend before the kids went back to school off, the owner was smart enough to know that the duo couldn't have separate schedules, so he always gave them the same shift.

-You also had a surprise planned for the kids, but you hadn't told anyone about it, not even Steve.

-When you were done making the kids pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, diced fruit and toast, you all went to play kickball in the backyard. All the kids fighting over whose team you would be on as you loudly announced, "Robin and Steve are team captains!"

-As the two stood in-front of the small group, and looked over you all, you loudly asked, "Whoever can answer this question right gets to go first. What infamous ship was discovered last year, that sunk in 1912?"

"The Titanic!" Steve screamed, as Robin just looked at him, shocked that he knew anything about History.

"That's correct." You beamed as Steve looked at Robin, "She wouldn't shut up about it, that's the only reason I remembered."

"Steve you get to pick..."

"I want Dustin." He cut you off as Dustin jogged over and high fived Steve, as Robin chuckled, "I want [Y\N] then."

"We get Lucas."

"Then we get Max"

"I want Mike."

"El, get your ass over here."

"So guys vs girls?" You smirked as you heard the car door shut, the others oblivious to it, as you continued, "Fine, but we get Will."

"What are you..." Mike started as Joyce rounded the corner, Will and Johnathon not far behind.

-When the kids saw him they all took off to tackle him, as you patiently waited your turn. Joyce and Johnathon smiling as Steve looked at you, "Did you invite her?"

"Yeah, I figured it had been 2 month since the kids saw them, and besides, Joyce needed to come home." You whispered as he wrapped an arm around you and kissed your temple, "You really are a great mom."

"Hey, no kissing the enemy." Robin teased as you softly pushed away, and made your way to Joyce, and wrapped her in a hug

"Thank you for coming." You whispered softly as she squeezed, "Thank you for inviting me."

"Well I know the kids missed him, and I am sure Nancy will appreciate seeing Jonathan."

"And you know I will just be grateful to see my boys happy." She smiled as you pulled back slightly, and raised an eyebrow, "And to think, I thought you would be happy to see me."

-You looked to Jonathan and reached in your pocket, extracting the keys to your car, and tossing them to him, "Two rules: don't crash my car, and don't have sex in my car."

"I am sure you and the king already do." Jonathan replied as you snapped back, "It's too cramped actually, so we do it in the bed of the truck."

"Gross." He grumbled before turning away towards the car, as you looked to Joyce, "You are welcome to join the game if you like, you can be on Steve's team."

"I think I am just going to go inside, maybe make some tea."

"Okay, it's in the second cabinet, bottom shelve. All the coffee cups are in the first one."

-When she walked into the trailer she wandered around slightly, smiling at the photograph from your graduation of you and El that was framed. She looked at every picture that decorated the living room, and even picked up the one that Robin had given you of you, Steve, and El, that looked like a regular family photo, El stood in front of you and Steve as you both put your hands on her shoulder.

"You raised her right Hopper." Joyce whispered to no one as she put it down and started down the hall, where she saw the photographs lining the wall, and stopped at the one outside your bedroom.

-Hopper's eyes looked back at her as he was looking towards the camera in his sheriff's uniform, the familiar photograph once hung in the police station, meaning you must have taken it. Her finger slid down the sleek glass as her eyes watered slightly.

-A bit further down the hall was a group picture, that hung beside the door to Hopper's old room, which you had moved El into. Her smile raising as she looked at all of them lined up, dressed for what had been a sad event, and yet still they had all managed to make Max smile.

- After about 10 rounds you all decided to call it quits, the score was 30- 31 meaning your team won. The girls were quick to rub it in the guy's face, as Will just chuckled, your arm going around him as you whispered, "Was this a good surprise for them?"

"The best."

-Once inside you noticed Joyce was in Hopper's Lazy boy, your heart dropped because at first you thought it was him.

-Everyone in the group knew not to sit there.

-After the Starcourt mall incident, you had come home from the station and Steve was in it. Your head was down so as you slowly had started to lift it all you saw was his feet, and you quickly went, "Dad, I knew you weren't..."

When you saw it was Steve though you started crying, he was quick to jump up and wrap you in a hug as you sobbed, and after that he told everyone no one but Hopper was allowed to sit there.

-The group all ran into El's room as you started lunch, Steve reaching in the fridge to grab anything that could be grilled, as you started making the salads.

"Steve can grill?" Joyce asked as Robin looked at her, "Yeah, [Y/N] spent a month teaching him, he even learned how to season shit."

-As Steve cooked outside you, and Robin joked in the kitchen, as Joyce watched from the living room, Robin was seated on the counter eating the cherry tomatoes as you stirred the pots, Joyce smiling at the idea of Hopper seeing this, and how he would have felt about it.

-When Steve came in, he looked to you as though to silently ask if it was okay to call the kids in, you just mobbed as he placed the platter down on the counter and loudly hollered, "Grubs up!"

-All the kids raced out of the room and lined up single fill as Robin slid off the counter and grabbed the plate stack, and handed each kid a plate, telling everyone, "Silverware and cups are your responsibility."

"And all of you need to eat the green salad, at least a small pile." You added as Dustin groaned, "Really mom?"

"Non negotiable." Steve added as Lucas added, "Damn you two really are like the parents."

"Shut up." El replied, "They hate when we reveal their secret."

-After lunch all the kids wanted to go for a bike ride, which made Will look at the ground, before you leaned over and whispered, "I have an extra bike in the garage for you."

"Really?" He looked at you with a smile as you whispered, "Of course, brand spanking new. I figured you could use it when you came to visit."

"Thanks." He replied as he hugged you quickly

-Before they all ran out of the house, you hollered, “Be back by 7 for dinner, got it?"

"Yes mom." They all joked, the unison reply earning a sigh from you as El ran over and hugged you, "I'll make sure they come back."

-While they were out Joyce looked at you cleaning the kid's plates as Steve started the dishes, and Robin was putting the food away, "Do you need any help with anything?"

"No we got it Ms. Byers." Steve answered

-Once you were done, you looked at Steve and Robin, "Think you two can go to the store and get me a list of stuff?"

"Can I get the new Cool Ranch Doritos?" Steve asked

"As long as you get the Pepperridge Farm Star Wars cookies, and the pizza rolls, I don't care." You smiled as he leaned forward and kissed you, "And don't forget the Eegos."

"Never." He whispered, before grabbing the list off the fridge, and racing out the door, Robin not far behind.

-While they were gone you and Joyce sat in silence, that was until Joyce asked, "So did you.."

"He is buried next to Sarah, I know there was no body, but I buried one of his shirts in front of his stone." She replied as Joyce sighed, knowing she was unable to see his grave.

-When Robin and Steve returned you were sitting in the lawn chair out back, your sunglasses shielding your eyes as you laid there, Steve  caught a glimpse of you relaxed and smiled before Robin asked, "Lover boy, you gonna help me with these or are you just gonna stare at her all evening?"

-The kids came back around 6 and El ran straight to the backyard, the rest of the kids filing inside as Steve smiled, "So we were thinking pizza."

-When El saw you, she wiggled her way into the chair and followed your eyes to the clouds, "That one looks like a shaggy dog."

"I could see it." You replied, "And that one is the cat he is chasing."

-This went on for a while, until Steve emerged and hollered, "Hey, do my two best girls want to go pick up the pizza with me?"

"Yes!" El exclaimed racing to the car, already fully aware that this meant she was going to get candy as well.

As you followed, you stopped beside Steve and leaned over, "You know that if we get her candy, we also have to get everyone candy?"

"I know, I already figured out what they want, I just know however that your sister is picky, and would rather pick out her own candy."

"She isn't picky, she just doesn't trust you after you convinced her that you bought her black licorice instead of M&M's."

-In the car El was insistent on singing American Pie, which made Steve smile as you both screamed the lyrics A cappella.

- When you returned, each of you were carrying 3 pizzas each, along with carrying bags filled with soda, candy, and chips. Each member of the party jumping up to assist as you opened the trailer door.

-With most of the pizza and all the bags the kids disappeared into El's room, leaving the adults in the living room. Joyce smiled as she looked to you, "So are they always like this?"

"Yeah, basically." Robin answered as you leaned over Steve to grab a cup, "At least they saved us a pizza though."

"It's mushroom, that's why." You smiled as Steve made a face, causing you to chuckle, "Oh you'll be fine, just pick them off."

-When Jonathan came back to your trailer you joked, "The car is still in one piece right?"

"Yeah, the car is fine." He replied before retreating to your room.

-That night you and Steve went to sleep on the couch, you and Steve had offered Joyce and Jonathan your room, however Steve groaned at first, "I'm never gonna be able to sleep with you snoring in my ear."

"Oh shut up, you love my snoring." You joked.

-However you didn't love Steve's snoring, your eyes wide open as your boyfriend slept beneath you. As you laid there staring at the wall, you heard a door open, and heard the light pitter patter of feet, figuring one of the kids were using the bathroom. However soon El stopped in front of you, and leaned over, "Come on."

"What?"

"All of us have made room for you, He's snoring too loudly."

-You chuckled as you gently rolled off Steve, and followed El. As you entered you saw that the party had moved to the floor, allowing you to sleep in the king side bed.

"Sleep." She instructed as she shut off the light, the tv screen illuminated the room as the kids debated which movie to watch, Aliens, or Howard the Duck.

-When you woke up, you tip toed over all the kids and made your way to the kitchen to start making them waffles, Steve however had already started them.

"So I see you left me?" He joked as you smiled and kissed him, "Yeah, El claimed you were snoring too loud, so she came to get me."

-As you both cooked breakfast, Steve grabbed you at random moments and started dancing around the kitchen with you, twirling you around the cramped kitchen as you giggled with glee.

-At one point he dipped you, your leg going off the floor as he leaned over your face, a giant smile on your face as he leaned closer and locked his lips to yours.

"What a gentleman." You whispered as he slowly brought you back to a standing position.

-Max was the first to wake up, and she immediately started to help you and Steve set the table for the party to eat breakfast together. Once she had the table set she walked over to you, "Can I help with anything else?"

"Want to cut the fruit?" You offered, gesturing to the knife block, as she grabbed one of the smaller knives

-While you both cut the strawberries she whispered, "Do you ever miss him?"

"Yeah." You replied, "Sometimes I feel like it's a bad dream, and I'm gonna wake up to him calling the landline asking Steve if he can talk to Sugar Mama."

"He really did like you, I mean I never saw him interact with anyone like that before." Max whispered as Steve overheard.

-While Max went and woke the others up Steve whispered in your ear, "So I was thinking, maybe during a break we can send El over to Joyce's, and we can go on a mini vacation, just the two of us?"

"Are you trying to smooth talk me Harrington?" You joked as he blushed, "Well after these past couple months I think we deserve it, and besides, we have been dating for almost 2 years now, and we have never taken a vacation together."

"Because we were saving the world." You replied as Steve laughed, "Come on, I'm being serious."

"I'll think about it." You answered as all the kids ran into the dining area. Each sitting in front of a plate as you nudged Steve, who grabbed the plate of waffles, and the bowl of strawberries you and Max had cut. If your hands were the bowl of scrambled eggs, topped with the plate of bacon, while your other hand held the plate of sausage. Dustin smiled as he announced, " Thank you to whomever is above for blessing us with Hopper's cooking."

"And thank Max for being the one to set the table, and cut strawberries while your bum ass slept." You teased before turning around to grab the toast, ketchup and syrup.

"You can't blame us, we have to start school tomorrow." Mike replied as Steve laughed, "Wanna switch, Robin and I have to open the store."

"Which did any of you wake up Robin?" You asked as Lucas leaned back, "Robin! Get your ass up!"

"Hey, you might have just woken up Will's mom." El replied as you smiled and kissed her head, "I'm sure he didn't."

-As you all started to eat, Robin wandered to the table and sat beside you, as you popped a strawberry into your mouth, "Sorry for the wake up call."

"For your's and Harrington's cooking... it's worth it."

-After you all cleaned up breakfast, cause of course you made the party help, you and Steve decided to take the kids to the park. Each of you taking half the party, you took all the girls, and Steve took the boys.

-When you got there, they all took off down the walking trail, pretending to be on a quest for the lost elven kingdom, as you and Steve wandered behind them, linked arm in arm, smiling as they all ran amongst each other, Will and El smiling the widest as they adventured.

"The party suddenly heard a light snapping of a branch and turned to see the huntress Elven Princess was being kidnapped by a horribly ugly troll, whose hair had way too much product in it, the party must save her to advance to the kingdom!" Dustin hollered as the Dungeon Master, as they all turned to Steve, and started yelling out magical and tactile attacks, before you screamed, "With the princess's lossened bonds she is able to free a hand, and withdraw her small dagger, and aims for the jugular!"

"Roll over a 15 to succeed." Dustin instructed as he tossed you a small D20, which you rolled onto the path.

"And with that 20, the princess successfully stabs the troll, and then pit pockets him to find 20 gold pieces." Dustin shouts as Steve dramatically falls to the ground dramatically.

"Which she gives to the mage, as a reward for the party." You speak, as you offer Steve a hand up.

"Way to kill me babe." He whispered as you leaned forward and kissed him

"No problem." You whispered as Dustin looked over the newly huddled crowd, "Fair princess, do you and the phantom troll now enslaved to you want to join our quest to find your home?"

"Of course fair army, I only wish to help you in your quest." You announced as you and Steve advanced to them.

-While you all quested a woman who definitely was not from Hawkins looked to you, and asked in an accent, "Hey, you're Sheriff Hopper's daughter, aren't you?"

"Yes?" You answered as she sighed, "I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Thanks." You sighed as she walked away, leaving you to look after her confused, a small ping of sadness in your chest as you watched her leave.

-Once you were finished with the quest you and Steve sat on the park bench, watching the kids on the playground acting as though it was the lost elven kingdom. Your head leaning on his shoulder as you whispered, "I think I want that vacation."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But I am not sending El to California alone. Robin can watch her.” You sighed as he looked down at you, and kissed your forehead, "I miss him too."

"How did you know I was missing my dad?" You asked as he smiled, "You have the same look on your face you did the day I met you, and I criticized your sister's necklace."

-You all stayed at the park for 5 hours, Robin coming to join you after she woke up a bit more, "Joyce and Jonathan went to the Wheeler's, said they wanted Will to go home with Mike when they are done."

-You finally told them that they all needed to go home to prepare for school, however you also told them that you were going to take them to Pizza Hut, which made them all race to the cars.

-When you got home you triple checked El's school bag, and made sure "Jane" had everything she needed.

-While you did, Steve looked at El, "Your sister is such a nerd."

"Yeah, but she is your nerd." El whispered back as Steve smiled, then she asked, "So when are you going to ask her to marry you?"

"What?" He reacted loudly, causing you to peek out of her room, "What did you do?"

"Nothing honey, I just can't believe this epic adventure that El wants to present at DND night."

-When you were gone, Steve replied, "Not yet, I mean we are..."

"Basically married already." She smiled as you exited, "So everything is ready, so how about you pick a movie, and we can watch it."

-While you were on the couch, you feel asleep on Steve's chest sitting up, his arm draped over you as he played with your hair. As you softly snored he looked down at you, and whispered, "Someday I'll marry you."

-El smiled when she heard Steve say that.

-The next morning you woke up early and rolled out of the bed carefully to avoid waking Steve, who was laying flat on his stomach, arm extended as he snored.

Once out of the shared bedroom you snuck to the kitchen and quietly started making breakfast for El, and packing her lunch. As you worked you hummed a song that your father always sang to you as a child, however as your back was turned to the island El's voice joined in, "Bye Bye miss American pie, drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry."

"Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing, 'This'll be the day that I die, This will be the day that I die'" you smiled as she chuckled, "He loved that song."

"He did, when Sarah and I would go on car rides with him after work she would always ask to sing that song when it first came out. She was so obsessed with it, we knew the words by the end of the week it was released. After her funeral, when we were driving home, I looked into the rearview mirror and started singing it. My dad's face lit up for the first time since it had happened that day, my mother.... Well she started crying, and locked herself in her room as soon as we got home. After that...."

"He still sings it in the car you know." She told you, "When you were making out with Steve one day, he took me for ice cream, and he started singing it. He said it reminds him of his girls."

"And after that you had me teach you the lyrics." You smiled as you placed the plate in front of her, as your eyes watered.

"I miss him." She whispered as you looked at the counter, "Excuse me."

-You went to the bathroom and cried, your hand over your mouth muffling the sob as you sank to the floor.

-You dropped her off at school before work, all the party running over to say Hi as you hugged El goodbye, "Now be good Jane."

"Yes sis."

"Don't worry Mom," Mike said, taking her hand as he looked to you with a smile, "We'll keep her in check."

"Why do I feel like you and I define in check very differently?" You teased as they smiled, "Cause we do."

-When you were at work Florence walked over to your desk, “Hopper, you have a visitor.”

Lifting your head you smiled at Steve who was holding a bouquet of roses, his own smile lighting up the office as he advanced to you, pulling out a vase as he did.

“I figured I would come see you before I went home.” Steve smiled as you poured some water into the vase, as he continued, “I ummm I wanted to get you something special, to celebrate a month without you having any nightmares.”

“Hmmm.” You responded before you were aware of what he said, “Oh yeah, time has just been flying by.”

-You didn’t have the heart to tell Steve you were still having nightmares of El screaming in the star court mall, and of Billy dying, and of your father dying in front of you over and over. Those are the ones that hurt you the most.

“I love you.” He said, pulling you back to reality and away from the flashes of the nightmares

“I love you too Steve.”

-After he left, you took a deep breath and looked at the framed picture Florence had given you when you got the job, it was the photographer that Hopper had kept on his own desk. It was a photograph of you dressed for the Snowball dance, standing with Hopper in full uniform. Your dress matched Steve’s tie, which was a navy blue.

“I know, family doesn’t lie.” You whispered to it, “But you saw how happy he was.”

-When you got home, you wandered into El’s room, since you could hear the soft snores of Steve from your rooms. She was sitting on her bed, looking at a can of freshly drank sprite, her hand extended towards it as she focused. Your eyes watched with sadness as she tried so hard to crush it.

“Hey kiddo.” You whispered as she looked up and sighed

“No luck.” She whispered as you sat besides her, and whispered, “It’s okay, they will come back, sometimes stuff like this just takes time.”

“What if they don’t though?”

“Well, if they don’t I am just going to have to give you up, I am sure some other family would love to have you.” You joked as she laughed, your arm nudging her before running your hand through her hair, “If they don’t, nothing changes, you are still my amazing, talented, intelligent, beautiful, extraordinary sister, who has all of her friends over for game night, and eats way too much candy. You are still the person who is my biggest supporter, and I am always going to love you, powers or no powers, understand?”

“Yes.” She replied as you pulled her head towards you and kissed her temple.

“Now, since Steve is out like a light, how about you and I go out to dinner, and perhaps we can go to the movies.”

“I’d like that.” She whispered as you hopped up, “Shoes on, jacket on, and I want to hear all about your first day over dinner.”

Part Six

[bill-the-bise]

Chrissy Cunningham x Eddie Munson | fingerprint soulmate au

no i don't have a title i don't write i just had to get this OUT of my brain

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When Chrissy went into a trance that night, he tried not to grab onto her, I mean really, he did, but then she started floating and he was screaming and she wouldn't respond and did I mention she was fucking floating? So he wrapped his hand around her ankle, yanking downward, and pulled her down until she was at eye level, grasping her head with one hand on either side of her neck.

“Chrissy? Chrissy! Chrissy wake up, please! Chrissy!!” He gripped her harder, trying not to hold her too tightly he would hurt her, but just tightly enough that he was sure she wouldn’t float away.

He didn't even notice the red thumbprint he left behind, too distracted by the fact that she was waking up then, gasping for air, and that she seemed relatively okay.

They collapsed into a heap on the floor, Eddie kneeling awkwardly and pulling Chrissy to lay on his lap, her head cradled in his elbow. That was when he noticed it: a bright red thumb print, just barely visible in the dark trailer, fading into existence on the tender skin below her right ear. He thought it was a smudge of blood at first, checking his fingers to make sure he wasn't bleeding, but found no blood.

"Eddie?" she asked, her voice small and weak.

He snapped back to attention, filing that under things to worry about later. "Yeah, I'm here, princess. You okay?" She was still so frightened she barely even registered the pet name.

She reached up, inhaling, breaths beginning to slow to a steadier pace, and gently rested her hand on the side of his face. She kept her hand there for a moment, and then went to pull away, mouth opening to thank him, before her eyes widened and she gasped again. Eddie's eyes went wide too, filled with sudden panic, but as she sat up and moved closer to inspect his face, her hands resting gently on his cheeks, he realized it was not fear, but wonder, in her eyes.

"Eddie," she breathed, barely a whisper. "Eddie its blue…" she continued, eyebrows pulling together in thought. without a word, she jumped up out of Eddie's lap and began rifling through her backpack, as if she hadn't just been in a fucking demon trance or something.

"Chrissy, be careful!"

"Just gimme a minute!"

Eddie looked on as she continued to dig through her bag, and his concern slowly faded into confusion. "Whaaat are you doing?"

"HA!" she exclaimed, almost cutting off his question. She shuffled back over on her knees, holding something small and thin and flat. A pack of gum? Eddie wondered.

She made her way to him, holding out a small plastic eyeshadow palette, the kind you get from the drug mart or the department store. As she opened it up and looked at him, he got the feeling he was missing something, as if she expected it to make any sense to him.

"Ammm I supposed to be…getting this? I-I don't understand, Chrissy, what-"

Eddie cut himself off as she pursed her lips and wordlessly pointed to the third eyeshadow on the top row, worn down enough that you could see the tin in the middle. "Ice Blue" the container said. He recognized it then as the eyeshadow she had worn every day of senior year. This was also when he caught view of himself in the compact mirror.

He grabbed the mirror from her to get a closer look. There, on his left temple, in between his eyebrow and his hairline, was a fingerprint. Ice Blue, he realized. He caught her eyes over the compact, and finally his eyes matched hers: wide with wonder, full of questions, and underneath it all, a gentle fondness blossoming as they both processed what it all meant.

All of that stopped, however, when he remembered who he was, and who she is, and what this meant. What had been budding excitement melted into dread, deep in his chest. “Chrissy, I’m….I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-“

She shook her head at him. “What the hell are you sorry for?” She scolded him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a bit of anger. Her eyes softened when she saw the deer-in-headlights look he was giving her, and she took his wrist gently in her hand. “Eddie….don’t you know what this means?” and there was that look again, full of fondness and wonder.

It was his turn to feel confused, “of course I do, that’s why I’m so sorry that it’s-” “-A freak like you?”

That stunned him into silence. Her words, the same ones that the children of Hawkin’s most upstanding citizens spat in the cafeteria when they wanted to make him feel unwanted and unwelcome, were spoken gently, tinged with something like understanding. She bit her lip and held a small smile in the corner of her mouth as she looked down at his wrist where she still held him, and began to slide her hand into his.

It was minutes before either of them spoke. “Eddie.” She said, then waited, not wanting to continue until she had confirmation that he was truly listening.

He brought his eyes up to hers and found they echoed the fear he felt, but they also held the same excitement and fondness, and that sense of wonder that he couldn’t seem to shake even in all his anxiety. He nodded once, encouraging her to continue.

She downcast her eyes, like what came next was difficult to say. “We still have a choice… if this isn’t… if it’s not what you want.” The last words were whispered. “I won’t push it.” She met his eyes at that as she tilted her head, unintentionally exposing the skin underneath her ear.

It was then that Eddie reached out finally to touch the print under her earlobe. Her words echoed in his mind, if it’s not what you want. It was his turn to look on in childlike wonder as he inspected the mark he left, his turn to feel himself brimming with excitement as he let himself consider the fact that Chrissy goddamn Cunningham was actually his soul mate.

This was one of those rare occasions where Eddie actually thought through what he wanted to say before just blurting it all out. “I didn’t say that.” He paused, carefully considering what to say next. “I just don’t want to make trouble for you. We aren’t exactly… y’know.” He gulped as she stared at him, averting his eyes before continuing, realizing she had no intentions of letting him get away without explaining it. “I’m not exactly Hawkin’s finest, Chrissy. I don’t want to make this hard for you, because believe me, people are going to give you shit, and I mean a lot of shit, for this.”

He looked over then, expecting to see her thinking hard, maybe turned away from him as she considered her options. What he didn’t expect to see was Chrissy staring right at him, smiling and staring on with that same old look of fondness mixed with excitement mixed with wonder.

“Eddie, don’t you get it? None of that bullshit matters now. Not after this, not anymore.” She chewed her lip and reached up a hand to ghost over the fingerprint, matching her hand to the spot she caressed him earlier. She took Eddie’s wrist in her other hand and guided it up to the spot where he had gripped her neck before. “It doesn’t matter. It’s all just bullshit.”

They stared for a long moment before Eddie responded. “Yeah?” He asked, smiling, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” She smiled and took her bottom lip between her teeth, before taking in a breath, as if readying herself for something.

And then, for the first time in a long time, Chrissy Cunningham did something for herself. She closed her eyes, and leaned in, and kissed her newfound soulmate.

[thedarkcoven]

A Beautiful Tragedy | Eddie Munson Oneshot

-Photo edit made by me using pics off Google. I do not take credit for the pics used just the edit- WARNING! DARK AND ADULT THEMES AHEAD! 18+. MINORS DNI!!! Warnings: Dark!Vamp!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader. Kas!Eddie. Munipulative!Eddie. Slight Noncon. Choking. Taunting. Hair pulling. Mentions/descriptions of blood. Violence. Unprotected sex. Dacryphilia. Mind play. Name calling (bitch, slut, ‘my dirty whore’, kitten, etc).  ~ Not edited/proof read so pleeeeeeease forgive my word vomit lol I just let the words flow from my mind so sorry if some of this is crap <3 this is my first Eddie writing so I hope my fellow Eddie lovers enjoy :* Mwah!  Also sorry I don’t know the word count! I’m sorry, loves! 

~ After the events of Vecna and after being told about your best friend’s, Eddie Munson, dead you and the others make an attempt into going back to the Upside Down to put a stop to Vecna before he has a chance to regain his strength. Once you agree to split off with Dustin and a few others, you’re met with a ghost from the past... or so you think. 

It’s been weeks since that horrible night had happened. You watched frozen as Dustin returned without Eddie; limping as tears stained his precious face. He shook his head and rushed to you as best as he could while apologizing over and over. His arm tightly around you as he sobbed into your chest that night. Even though it has been a few days since Eddie’s funeral, you were still in denial. He was your best friend after all. You sat staring blankly forward as you finished your make-shift weapons that you and the others were preparing for your own battle with Jane in the lead of the whole arrangement since she knew Vecna personally. You wanted to get revenge for his pets taking your sunshine from you so when Dustin asked you if you’d like to join in on the fight you immediately said yes with not hesitation. Dustin smiled at you sadly as he sat on Jim’s porch beside you. You let out a sigh and yanked a bit on the twine to make sure that it was tight enough to hold the blade of your handmade pike sturdy so it wouldn’t fly off while flighting. Once you were satisfied you looked at Dustin’s and gave a nod of approval, a smile adorning your face. “Let’s kill this son of a bitch, yeah? For Eddie, For Chrissy, for Max, and for everyone who Vecna has claimed as his victim. You ready to take him down?” With pike in hand and your other tools and weapons in your backpack you stood with Dustin as he grinned with a nod. “Okay, guys. Here is the plan. We are all going to enter through the gate and split up as soon as we get intot he Upside Down. El is going to go with Mike, Will, and Nancy. Robin, Lucas, and I will go with Jonathan and Argyle. Y/N, you and Dustin will go with Hopper and Ms. Byers. If at any point you need to break off from the group make sure to let them know if you are in trouble.” Steve said as he gripped the handle of his bat that was covered in nails. The sky of Hawkins was gray as ash fell from the sky; the ash getting heavier as you got closer to the gate that Vecna created breaking Hawkins open. You all took a deep breath and began making an opening into the fleshy gate to make it easier to enter the Upside Down, each group taking turns to enter after the other and going towards their destination. The closer you got to your destination, the more you kept hearing his voice echoing in your mind. You shook your head and tightened your grip around the long handle of your spear,a voiding the thick vines that scattered the ground as best as you could. It was just one of Vecna’s mind games. Eddie was dead and never returning and it hurt even more that he was usign Eddie against you to try and weaken you. “Please. Please someone help me.” Eddie’s voice was shaky and laced with fear. “Please. I’ve been here for Christ knows how long!” You motioned to Dustin that you would be breaking off as you pulled out your walkie but didn’t dare to tell him about who’s voice you heard in case it was a trap. As you followed the voice you were lead to a very familiar place. Skull Rock. It was a place you and Eddie hung out at times. You let out a shaky breath as your slipped the walkie back into your bag before placing down at your feet and holding the spear up in an attack position. You were on guard now as you heard the sound of leaves and twigs crunching and snapping under feet. No... this can’t be. This... This isn’t real. Vecna is making you see this. Eddie froze as soon as his eyes landed on you, the pike falling from your hands and echoing as the metal clanked against the hard ground and some rocks. Tears fell from your eyes as you shook your head and began to back away. “Y/N? Y/N, it’s just me. It’s Eddie. No need to be afraid.” He stated as he walked closer to you. Puppy dog eyes as he scanned you as if to make sure you were real and this wasn’t some game. But this isn’t Eddie... He looks different. So pale. You could swear you see red in his eyes as he stalked closer to you. “No. You’re not real. This... This isn’t real. This is Vecna’s doing.” You squeezed your eyes shut then let out a breath before takign off running. “Damn.” Eddie breathed out as a growl escaped deep within his chest. He didn’t want to do this the hard way but now you’ve force him to play that hand. Your lungs burned along with your legs as you ran as fast as you could, releaved there weren’t any vines in your way as you ran. A scream rang through the air as Eddie suddenly appeared before you, startling you and knocking you on your ass. Before you could push yourself up after turning to face the ground, Eddie’s fingers tangled into y/h/c hair yanking your head back. A smirk carved into his pale features as he tilted your head until your eyes were able to take in his features. Your eyes widened and your heart began to hammer against your chest at the sight of sharp fangs glistening in the red light that emanated from the storm that raged in the distance. His brown eyes now replaced with vibrant red. Tears stung at your eyes as you moved your hands back to claw at his in hopes of him loosening his grip on you but instead he just gave a small chuckle, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before moving until his mouth was inches from your ear. “Now now, Y/N. Don’t wanna break your Eddie’s heart now do we?” He did a fake pout before moving his hand to grip your jaw as he turned you so you could face him. “You’re NOT my Eddie.” “Oh but I am. You see... Vecna gave me a gift. A gift that I now hold dear t my heart. He gave me the power to fight back and get revenge on the ones who pushed me too far.” “This isn’t you, Eddie. Please.” You couldn’t hold the tears back any longer as you looked into the eyes of the man you used to love so much. “Mmm. Y’know you’ve always looked so god damn beautiful when you cry. Gets me going. See.. the old Eddie was too chicken shit to take initiative.” You squirmed as he tilted your head to the side and licked a long stripe from your collar bone to your jawline, your pulse thrumming under his tongue as he let out a groan. “Ge-Get off from m-me!” You tried to push him away but instead of pushing him back he grabbed your wrists softly with one of his large hands and gripped your throat with the other, slamming you into the ground. “Stop squirming you fucking bitch!” He snarled as he pushed your legs open to settle between them. His face was now inches from yours, your noses brushing as his cold breath fanned over your face. Once he was satisfied with how still you were being , he smirked and continued to speak. “Good girl. Such a good girl. Now... Here is what is going to happen.” You swallowed as you tried your best to stay calm and blink away tears. Eddie pulled something out of his pocket and your breathing became panicked as he flicked open the object to reveal a blade. His pocket knife you had given to him as a birthday present one year. He smirked again as he began to cut apart your clothing as he continued to speak again. “I am going to use you. I am going to break you. I am going to feed from you, and you are going to become my little slave. Got that? From now on. You’re going to be my little fucking whore. Should’ve done this when I first laid my eyes on you. You drive me fucking crazy, Y/N, and now I can finally take what I want.” In any other circumstance you would say yes. A thousand times yes to this... but this? This isn’t how Eddie would be. A whine left your lips as he dragged the tip of the blade up and down your now bare flesh as he licked his lips, his eyes looking you up and down as if you were a delicious piece of steak. “Do I make myself clear?” You shook your head as tears rolled down your cheeks, coating your face and his hand. Another growl escaped him as he rutted his hips against your cloth covered pussy, the feeling of his erection making your gasp and throw your head back. “Shh shh.. I can smell just how turned on this is making you, kitten. You want this just as much as I do. Gonna make sure you can’t walk for weeks.” Eddie moved his hand to rest with his other, around your wrists while pressing his lips to yours. His lips were soft and gentle, contradicting of his actions and words that sliced through you like a knife. But that didn’t last long. He groaned as he grinded his hips into yours while his fangs grazed your sensitive skin on your neck. His kisses have became feral and hungry. “E-Eds.” You gasped, closing your eyes tightly when your hips bucked in response to the torture without your consent. Your body was acting against what your brain was yelling at it. “I know, princess. You want this so much. I’ve missed you so much.” Before you could deny and try to squirm away, Eddie pulled back slightly as he kept his hand around your wrists and undid his belt and pants, pushing both his jeans and boxers down to expose his harden length. Eddie was larger than any man you’ve seen. He practically growled, his eyes seeming to grow a darker red as he ripped your underwear apart to expose just how wet you really were. “My my. What do we have here?” He tutted his tongue as he began to tease by running the head of his cock between your folds causing you to gasp and shiver. “You can’t deny how much I am driving you crazy. You were made for me. My dirty little whore.” You somehow managed to break your wrists free from his grasp, your hands moving down to rest against his chest as you leaned up and pressed your lips to his. Eddie smirked into the kiss as he began to push himself into your core, pulling a moan from deep inside of you. Your brows furrowed together as you slid your tongue into his mouth, a hand moving to tangle into his hair at the back of his head as he began to quicken his pace. His hips driving into you at a brain melting pace. Eddie deepened the kiss. Moaning and growling as his lips moved down to the curve of your shoulders and neck before a sharp pain and a pop of your skin breaking from his sharp fngs piercing your fragile flesh. A scream echoed through air as you clawed at his jacket. The feeling of an orgasm taking over the pain as the crimson liquid coated his tongue and ran down his throat, draining you slowly of your energy and life and bringing on his own release. You whimpered, clawing at his arms as he pulled away, your blood pouring down and coating the front of his shirt along with his chin and neck. He groaned as he pulled out slowly, pulling you into his arms as he repositioned the both of you until you were resting against his chest. Eddie’s eyes scanned your weak features and brushed your now matted hair out of your face, smiling slightly at how he finally had you. “I’ve always loved you, my princess. You’re finally mine now and I am going to take good care of you. I’m going to bring you back with me and bath you then get new clothes for you but first I’m going to let you rest.” He stated as he leaned back , keeping your head against his firm chest. All you could do was lay there until sleep took over. Your heart thruming softly as Eddie held you close to him. In all honesty. You loved Eddie and would do anything for him. No matter what the cost would be.

[imaslutformaybank]

stranger things

ONE SHOTS:

steve harrington

eddie munson

BLURBS:

steve harrington

eddie munson

dustin henderson

lucas sinclair

mike wheeler

will byers

jonathan byers

argyle

max mayfield

nancy wheeler

robin buckley

HEAD CANNONS:

steve harrington

eddie munson

dustin henderson

lucas sinclair

mike wheeler

will byers

jonathan byers

argyle

max mayfield

nancy wheeler

robin buckley

[joshlmbrt]

METALLICA POSTERS

summary; eddie finally gets to come over, but one peek into your room and he’s only slightly insecure.

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warnings; eddie just being a lil insecure, but that’s it :p

an; just had this fun idea and thought you guys might like it 🎸

You flinch at the sound of your locker door being pushed back, peeking up at the ‘evil person’ who did it.

“Eds,” You pout. “Please don’t do that. My ears are very sensitive and people are looking at us now.”

“Aw, you don’t like people knowing your with little ol’ me?” He tilts his head, a mock pout on his own lips.

“Don’t do that. You know I love you.”

His heart flutters at the words, a smile pulling at his smooth, plush lips. 7 months in and it still warmed his heart to hear the soft words come out of your mouth, melting him into a puddle basically.

He steps closer, hand resting on your cheek. You press a kiss to his palm. “And I love you. Which is why I thought-"

“Uh-oh. Is your head okay?”

He narrows his eyes. “Haha, very funny,” You only grin. He tries to bite the smile back, but ultimately fails. “As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted,” His arm wraps around your shoulder, walking down the crowded hallway. “Instead of coming to my humble abode, I could come to yours.”

“Okay, sure.” You smile.

He lifts his brows, glancing down at you. That was easier than he thought it would be. “Really?”

“Yeah,” You shrug, stopping in front of your class. “Why? Did you think I was gonna say no?”

“Well, yeah. Because you’ve never invited me over in all of the seven months we’ve been together.”

“I just didn’t think you’d be comfortable coming over.” You move over for another student to enter the classroom.

“Oh, sweetheart. C’mon now. I’d love anything that involves you,” He grins as he watches you roll your eyes. “As cheesy as that sounds. It’s true.”

“Alright then,” You lean up slightly, pecking his lips quickly. “I’ll see you after school.”

He presses another kiss onto your lips, and another. . . And another.

You giggle softly and finally pull away. “Okay. Okay, go.”

“I’ll miss you.”

You humor him. “And I’ll miss you.”

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“Would you like anything to eat or drink?” You stop in the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and opening the refrigerator putting a couple of strawberries into the bowl.

“Nope. If I get hungry I’ll just steal a couple of your strawberries.” He grins.

You give him a look, although you both know you’ll end up sharing the fruit anyway despite acting as if you don’t want too.

You place the container back into the refrigerator, shutting the door and grabbing the bowl. “Alright. Follow me.” You smile, walking upstairs. He follows behind quickly, eyes glancing at the pictures hung on the wall.

He smiles a bit at the baby photo of you. Cute chubby cheeks and dimples.

You open the door, stepping inside and place the bowl of fruit down on the nightstand, before dropping your bag into the chair and toeing your shoes off.

You plop down onto your bed, smiling at him as you place the bowl in your lap. You watch as he glances around the room.

“Make yourself at home.”

He glances at you quickly, before continuing to look around. He toes off his boots, sitting by you gently.

“You, uh, you have a bunch of Kirk posters.”

You glance at him before looking around your room, cheeks burning. “Huh,” You look down, picking out a strawberry. “I guess I do.”

“A lot.”

Your brows lift and you look up at him. You pause your chewing, eyes widening a bit before a laugh erupts from your chest.

His head snaps to look at you, you quickly cover your mouth. “What are you laughing at?”

You giggle, placing the bowl onto the nightstand once again, before placing your hands into his warm cheeks. “Oh, you sweet, handsome boy,” He shies away from the compliment. “You’re jealous.”

“I am not!” He’s quick to disagree.

“You’re jealous of a celebrity!”

“Hey, I’m. . . not! I’m just a little confused on why there’s so many posters of him.”

You smirk. “Well,” You lean closer. His eyes drop to your lips before looking back at you. “He’s handsome. And you gotta admit. . . pretty good at playing guitar.”

There’s a slight pout on his lips. “I am too.”

“Sure,” You shrug, although you’re only teasing. His jaw drops at your nonchalant tone. You giggle. “I’m kidding, babe. You’re the most wonderful guitarist-"

“And singer.” He adds.

“And singer,” You repeat his words, nodding. “I know.”

“Yeah. . . And Kirk can’t sing.” He shakes his head.

You roll your eyes, pecking his lips quickly, he chases after you. “You’re a dork.”

“That is true,” He grins. You know something cheesy is about to come out of that mouth when it turns into a mischievous smirk. “But I’m your dork.”

Point proven.

You smile and shake your head with another roll of your eyes.

“You’re my dork.”

He grins now, pressing a kiss to your lips.

thank you for reading! comments, feedback, likes, and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated!

[refiwrites]

may i get a lucas sinclair scenario where y/n and him are making out in mike's basement and mike catches them 😧

interesting 👀 ...and you shall receive!

Kiss Me More

Pairing: Lucas Sinclair x GN! Reader

WC: 0.9k

Warning/s: swearing

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

In all honesty, it was Lucas’ fault.

Or well, maybe you also had something to do with what happened, or what was currently happening.

You and the gang were once again hanging out in Mike’s basement along with a few rented VHS tapes that all of you were bound to watch. But the problem was, half of the gang was still missing, Mike said Dustin, Will, and Max were on their way while Hopper was going to drop Eleven off anytime soon.

You and Lucas were both the early birds, or you were since you had to drag off a woken-up Lucas to Mike’s house.

You and Lucas were both in conversation, mainly you teasing him that he looked almost like a zombie earlier and how Erica was non-stop roasting him mid day. You were both laughing when the doorbell rang.

“Oh wait, that must be them.” Mike said before fixing and brushing non-existent dirt on his clothes. “Okay Mr. Handsome, we’ll wait here.” You joked at Mike which he responded with the roll of his eyes.

Then he was up at the stairs, his steps echoing off.

There was a slight silence as you stared at the flight of stairs, suddenly feeling shy to turn your head back and look at Lucas. It was just the two of you now in the basement.

You slightly gulped, feeling his warmth beside you, and the warmth that enveloped your hand as he took it in his, making you automatically look at him.

Damn you, Sinclair you thought, cursing this handsome young boy that had your cheeks warming enough just from him… being him.

You raise your eyebrows, wanting to act nonchalant, but Lucas seemed to have other plans.

He playfully glances upstairs and back at you, the stairs, then at you before wiggling his eyebrows, with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Don’t even.” You start, not giving into him easily. “Just a kiss?” He pouts, tilting his head at you. You knew what he was doing and you couldn’t also stop yourself from entertaining him.

You fully face him, inching back and resting your leg on the couch between you and him. “You are not getting me this time.” You said, closing your eyes.

Kissing was not new to the both of you, you’ve been together for a while and being each other’s first kiss was quite the experience. But overtime, the two of you had definitely gotten better at it, which meant also getting better at hiding it from both your parents when the other was at their house and vice versa.

The both of you often showed public display of affection, arms wrapped around the other, holding hands, a kiss on the cheek or forehead, and even once a peck on the lips but you thought that was it.

But getting back on the current subject at hand, it wasn’t exactly public since its just ‘currently’ the two of you.

You feel Lucas’ hands grab yours as he slowly intertwined it with his, making you open your eyes to look at him.

It was a love hate relationship when it comes to resisting Lucas, but this moment felt somewhat exciting, thrilling maybe.

You let out a defeated sigh but you tried your best to hide your smile. “Just-“ You held a finger up to Lucas. “One. One time.”

Lucas beams as you finally let your smile show. “Stay still!” You laugh as he tried moving towards you, having you grab his arms trying to pin him from almost jumping off the couch.

“To be fair you hadn’t given me a kiss earlier.” He reasons.

“Oh shush, come here.” You said under your breath before you were grabbing at the front of his shirt, pulling him until your lips met.

Lucas felt like he was in heaven as your lips touched his, his hands falling onto your side to give a comforting squeeze, all the tension in his muscles relaxed as you cupped his cheeks.

You could only imagine your heart releasing a bunch of little fireworks every time you kiss him, it was just something so loving, comforting that it was so easy to slip off the edge and get lost in the feeling.

And at this moment Lucas felt the same, even almost forgetting the both of you were at a friend’s house. Missing the footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Yeah, then if we run out of food we can go back upstairs and- Oh come on guys!” Mike halts in his step, his eyes snap to the both of you.

Without a second thought, the two of you pulled away like nothing happened, sitting up straight with your faces red.

“Duude! Lucas!” Dustin shouted with a teasing smile on his face which Lucas was quick to flip him off. Eleven was looking at the two of you with a knowing smile while Max shook her head, opening her mouth to tease you even further. “Keep it in your pants guys!”

“We’re not even doing anything!!” You defended. “You probably hallucinated it.” Lucas followed, his hand instinctively resting on your back.

“Not doing anything my ass.” Mike said, finally moving towards the couch.

Lucas looks defeated as you looked at him. He looked at you and you saw him sheepishly smile; all you could do was subtly peck his cheek in apology.

Will spots the interaction and chuckles, now taking the spot beside you so you were now in between him and Lucas.

“Now if all of you are done, I suggest we start watching before the food gets cold.” Dustin says.

Mike plugs the first movie in, grabbing the remote and sitting in between Eleven and Will, finally pressing play.

[toomanybandstocare]

{Isolation, Joy Division}

Program: It's never us. Never a friend group. Never a sense of connection. Just them and you in the same room. Billy just happens to catch a glimpse of your lonely self when it's too late to grab onto you. Before you disappear from their lives with no note. No phone call. Nothing.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove & GN! Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Swears, Weed, Mentions of past Billy, Mentions of drinking, Themes/moods of the following: abandonment, isolation, and replacement

Length: 2407w

Doubts Even Here | Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Counselor Notes: I feel so alone on this site and wonder if I should just stop sharing on here.

Do you ever feel like no one would miss you if you disappear?

That the phone lines would stay quiet if you just stopped ringing up your friends to hang out.

Even the cops wouldn’t bother to pick up your missing person’s case if someone cared enough to call it in.

If you were lucky, maybe Dateline would consider airing your mystery for a fleeting second before moving onto a bigger story.

That maybe you should have stayed in the Upside Down. Sealed off from the world and given a pitiful, hero’s wake.

Nancy Wheeler’s apartment looks like the typical twenty-some odd year old’s dream. An open space living room welcomes visitors when the door first opens. To the left of the living room, it merges into the kitchen with only an island countertop filled with soda liters and pizza boxes separating the rooms. Down the small hall to the right, visitors can find the bathroom and know to stay away from the bedroom at the end. 

The whole friend group crams onto shitty sofas from hand me down parents. Holiday lights string across to the ceiling to illuminate all their smiling faces in a warm light. Laughter and out cries from the latest confession shared bubbles over the pristine record spinning in the background. 

“I swear, these monthly hang outs are just for them to feed their egos,” Billy’s leg nudges your shoulder. Looking up from the uncomfortable bean bag chair, you’re met with a bored Billy staring at the main group. An unimpressed expression sits on his face.

“No. It’s nice to catch up, and you know that, Billy. Everyone here is extremely proud of the work you’ve put in and wants to hear how you’re doing,” you reassure him. His words, however, etch every letter into your mind and feed your hungry fears.

“More like, they want to make sure Max is safe, and that I’m not making her lie about weekly therapy. Keep your friends close. Your enemies closer,” he grunts into his cup. Words echoing in your aching head.

“They care,” you whisper. The tight atmosphere wraps around your neck as your hands start to shake.

“Sure, they do,” Billy snorts and looks down at you, “About themselves. None of this is going to matter next year. Or next month. Hell, I’ll be surprised if they remember their pissing competition by morning”.

Blood rushes to your ears, desperately trying to keep out his poisonous words. Your favorite flannel, normally a safety blanket, sits heavy against your skin. It constricts your breathing and pushes back every breath you try to take. His piercing blue eyes hold you captive as you hopelessly stare back at Billy. 

“If it doesn’t add to their social standing, then they won’t give it a second thought,” he says slowly growing quiet. His eyes dart from your flushed face to your heaving chest and land on your trembling hands.”You alright,” Billy asks slowly while kneeling next to you. Biting into his bottom lip, his face scrunches up when met with silence.

Broken phrases and hurtful words while through your head. Pressure builds behind your skull, and it feels like you’re about to burst any minute. So, it is true.

Tears sting your dry eyes when you dare look over at the close knit group. No one seems to notice your lacking presence.

You swallow the lump lodged in your throat as you digest this new truth. You don’t add anything to their social standing.

A strangled breath cuts against your chapped lips when Eddie’s gaze drifts over you to settle on Jonathan’s animated form. They don’t miss you.

A snap cracks next to your ear. You jolt and whip your head to meet Billy’s look of distress. “Sorry, you were saying,” you uncomfortably laugh, “Stuck in my own thoughts, I’m afraid”.

You shift under Billy’s heavy gaze. “Are you alright? You were,” Billy pauses and pursues his lips in thought, trying to choose his words carefully. “It was like I was watching you die,” he darkly confesses.

A smile melts over your anxious expression and pushes back your raging emotions. “Very funny, Billy. Didn’t realize you were into Halloween that much”, you chuckle before lounging in your seat further. The slight hope that it would eat you up tickled your mind.

For the rest of the evening, Billy stays close to your side. Barely letting you out of his sight. An uneasy feeling gnaws at him. It only grows as the night goes on, and you fold into yourself more. As if you didn’t want to take up any space in the apartment you are so warmly welcomed into.

“Hey, do you think something’s wrong with-,” Billy tries to ask Steve at the kitchen island.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Steve waves him off and leans further into Jonathan’s side, “Gets like that sometimes”.

A pang hits Billy’s chest as he focuses on the teetering pair, “What do you mean? This happened before?”

Nancy scoffs as she pushes him to grab a water bottle, “I’m not that surprised you haven’t noticed, but this is pretty a pretty normal occurrence”. She lets Steve pull her into their cuddle, but Nancy keeps her attention on Billy. Her voice softens, “I think it’s just general nerves or anxiety being around groups. Nothing to worry about, and if it was, then we would know”. Nancy sends Billy a reassuring smile before allowing her boys to pull her into their conversation. 

Irritated from his friend’s lack of concern, Billy faces out into the living room once more. Scanning the room, panic creeps up his spine and alarm bells ring in his head when he can’t find you. Without second thought, Billy places his cup on the island and rushes into the living room where Eddie, Robin, and Argyle lazily lounge on the sofa. “Hey, have you seen where-,” Billy hastily tries to grab their attention.

“Billy,” Argyle peers up at him, “I heard you were quite the party animal back in the day. Wanna join the rotation?”

Billy opens his mouth, tired of how everyone seems to forget your existence the minute they all get together, but he freezes. In Argyle’s outstretched hand, a lit joint balances between his slender fingers. A tempting invitation from his past.

“Thanks, but I’m good,” Billy chokes out and takes a step back. His eyes flicker between the joint and Argyle’s confused look. “I, um,” Billy wets his lips, “I don’t smoke anymore. Weed at least. I'm trying to lay off the drinking too, so I Iimit it now”. His heart pounds against his chest and desire leaves him dizzy.

“Wait, really,” Robin pushes off of Eddie’s shoulder, “We thought-”

“Yeah, I know what you all thought, Robin,” a hollow laugh accompanies Billy’s words. A fuzzy haze nips at his consciousness.

“She didn’t mean it like that, Billy,” Eddie sits up ready to step in at the sight of Billy’s haggard appearance. “Trust me, we’re all proud of you, man,” Eddie tries to continue, but clamps his mouth shut when Billy’s eyes cut through him.

“Don’t bullshit me, Munson,” Billy grits out. Running a hand through his hair, Billy takes a few deep breaths. The nipping feeling grows to a painful tingling that stings his skin. “Look,” Billy breathes out, “I know you guys don’t like me. I get it. I’m not holding it against anyone, especially not Max. Just don’t lie to me and say that your proud of the work I’ve put in to be a decent fucking person, when you don’t actually care at all. It’s disgusting, and I honestly thought you were above that, Munson”. The burning sensation scorches his insides.

The room drops silent. Only the distant car engines roaring downtown and the light record skip breaks the thick air.

“Is that really how you think of us,” Eddie asks. His hurt expression renders Billy speechless and slightly guilty. “Billy, man, we-,” Eddie stammers and stands up. Eddie steps over Robin and Argyle’s legs with ease, and he pulls Billy into a hug. 

All the muscles in Billy’s body tense at the touch, and he desperately wants to escape the suffocating proximity. Past habits push Billy to twitch and flinch away, but Eddie pulls him closer. “You’re alright, Billy,” Eddie murmurs, “It’s okay. You’re safe. We do care about you. And, I am so sorry that we made you feel any less. Especially during such a difficult time”.

The scene was touching. Burning the sight into memory, the bitter feeling of resentment breaks your heart. Even Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve joined the living room when voices turned from casual conversation to hurtful truths. They stand just a footstep away from Billy as Robin and Argyle watch from the couch. All of them trying to give Billy the space he needs to process whatever is flying in his mind while still being near. Everyone supports Billy as he starts to let his walls come down.

“We’re all here for you, Billy,” Steve quietly reassures him, “I know I can speak for everyone here that we didn’t mean to exclude you at all”.

“I think we tried to let you ease into the group on your own, but ended up doing the opposite, huh,” Robin shakily rambles. “Trust me when I say this, it feels like the group is complete, you know? Like, you’ve always been around, and now that you’re not a dick, why wouldn’t we want you to be our friend. Other than the past trauma, but we can work past that! You’re working past that!”

Jonathan inserts himself between Robin and Billy, “What I think Robin is trying to get at is that you complete the group. Only people in this room have gone through all the Upside Down bullshit, and we all know that we have each other’s backs. For better or for worse. So, when you’re struggling, we want to be there for you on your terms”.

Standing in the shadowed hallway, tears fall to your cheeks and sting your lips with every word spoken. Who would have thought that Billy Hargrove would be the one to replace you. 

Your feet silently move across the carpeted floor as a chorus of apologies mix with sobs. 

Trembling fingers clutch your jacket from the coat rack when new evening plans begin to form.

Opening the door, you step past the threshold as they fall back into relaxed conversation and loving laughter.

With a sniffle and a click, you close the door. Feet dragging across the old floorboards, your thoughts hammer into your head with each step you take. Even if for a moment, it was nice to feel what it’s like to be cared for.

Walking into the crisp, Autumn night, the wind nips at the tear stains on your face. Side roads create a meltropolan web as your trudge through the city streets. Unknown road signs invite you to join the shadows of the night. Where people disappear and reappear in next week’s newspaper. What if they just wanted to escape the social constraints shackled to their wrists? To break free of the pressure weighing on their psyches as more people pick them clean of their love? Not everyone who goes missing wants to be found.

Rubber soles skid to a stop when your feet fit the cement staircase. With a heavy chest you walk up the stairs to your apartment building. Heart pounding against your rib cage as you insert your key into the scratched door knob. An uneasy sense of farewell washes over you as you walk into the small three bedroom apartment. You kick the door closed as you drop the key into the dish on the entryway side table.

The apartment sits in silence as the ghost of you walks to your place of rest. Not bothering to turn on a light, darkness castes over the near pristine open living room. Posters of rockstars greet you on the left side of the open room as you trudge past Eden’s shut door. Headlights intrude the glisten off the spotless kitchen through the blind’s slates. You move through the motion to get into your room and lay on top of your bed. Sealing yourself off from the world with your thoughts and a tantalizing world map hanging on your wall. Like hell, you would die in Indiana. You weren’t going to let the friends who abandoned you, bury you alive.

Snarling vines of anxiety slither down Billy’s throat and wrap around his lungs. Squeezing the screaming muscles with every second that ticks by. Shaking hands grip the sandy beige telephone closer to his ear in hopes of good news.

“Steve,” Billy rasps, “Have you heard from-”.

“No,” Steve’s panicked voice cuts him off, “Nothing. Literally nothing. No one- fuck, no one has heard anything”. Static muffles his hoarse voice, but Billy senses the same fear instilled in himself from across the line.

Chewing on his bottom lip and curling the telephone cord, Billy’s shoulders sag. “It’s only been a week since we hung out and five days since our last phone call. Maybe they just,” Billy’s haggard breath breaks his voice into wheezes. His knuckles turn white gripping the phone. “Steve, what if the upside-”

“Don’t,” Steve demanding tone cuts through, “It didn’t open up again. Flayer’s gone and never coming back”.

A heavy silence connects the two young men with clips of static stinging their ears as their hearts pound.

“Nancy is already heading to the cop station. Jonathan called Hopper just in case something,” Steve swallows the lump forming in his throat, “Just in case something did come back. But nothing did, Billy. We’re safe. Probably just went on a trip and forgot to tell us or something like that”.

Billy’s knees begin to buckle, and he leans against the cluttered kitchen counter, hanging onto every word Steve shares. His head pounds trying to process what the fuck you were doing. Is this just some game you're playing? Did you actually disappear? “We’re going to bring ‘em home. Right, Stev,” Billy’s brokenly mumbles into the phone.

A long pause shakes Billy to his core.

The metal molding digs into his skin as he holds his breath.

Steve’s voice sounds so small and unsure when it hits Billy’s ears.

“I don’t know, Billy. We’re going to try, but I can’t help but feel like this was planned”.

[honeysuckleharringtons]

"Bones" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: Steve has to make Reader a makeshift splint, kissing ensues, their secret relationship ends up being not so secret. y'all know the drill 🤪

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader (no use of Y/N, no use of pronouns but they are referred to as Dustin's sister)

Word Count: 1,582

Content Warning: explicit language, Y/N and Steve do be injured, mentions of the Russians, sexual references and humor, a short make out scene, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: Fluff? Hurt/Comfort? idrk

Extra Notes: none that i can think of!

Based On the Prompt: "911, What's Your Emergency?" - makeshift splint (from 2022 Whumptober Prompts)

Originally Written: 10/02/2022

Beta Read By: @writer-in-theory

honeysuckleharringtons main masterlist can be found here!

honeysuckleharringtons whumptober masterlist can be found here!

"Now, this is gonna sting a little," Steve warned in a whisper.

I winced as the cold water hit my wound, taking shallow breaths as I attempted to not pass out from the pain.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, leaning over and kissing my forehead. "Gotta make sure it gets clean, though."

I groaned as he patted my skin dry, leaning back against the bathroom mirror. "Fucking hell," were the only words I managed to say.

Steve stayed silent too, focusing on the task at hand. I noticed the way his tongue slightly shot out between his lips as he concentrated on fitting the cardboard perfectly around my newly sprained wrist.

My hand moved to his head, lightly playing with his now extremely messy ringlets. "Thank you," I said softly, my lips pressing into a thin smile.

"Of course," he replied casually, most of his focus now being placed on cutting off the excess gauze. Thank God for the first-aid kit Robin kept in the Scoops' break room. "I can't believe those damn Russians tried to break these pretty little hands of yours."

"Steve," I scolded sarcastically, "now is not the time to be horny."

This was the first time I'd ever made him laugh so hard he snorted. "Well, I hate to tell you this, but if you're in the room there's like a 95% chance I'm gonna be horny," he joked back.

I rolled my eyes, a chuckle threatening to fall from my lips.

My eyes wandered to my new "accessory," making me nearly wince again as I remembered I'd have to do that all over again if, or when, we finally got a chance to visit the emergency room.

Steve's hand moved to the back of his neck, awkwardly scratching there. "Sorry it looks bad. I know it's not the prettiest splint in the world. I kinda had to work with what I could find," he apologized. "I hope the boss doesn't kill me for using the box our delivery of sprinkles came in yesterday."

A soft expression came over my face as I watched the bashful boy in front of me. My stomach did a loop-de-loop every time we found ourselves alone like this. Just the two of us; no Robin, no kids, and specifically no Dustin, considering how hard it was sometimes to hide this relationship from my younger brother.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" he asked, his hand moving to play with my hair.

"Nothing," I answered. "Just thinking about how nice it is to finally be alone with you."

His mouth formed into a smirk, his eyebrows raising. "It is nice, isn't it?" he replied, a hint of suggestion in his words.

"Even if you do look like shit right now," I pointed out.

His mouth fell agape in disbelief. "You take that back!"

My lips scrunched teasingly. "It's true, though. I thought you looked bad last year after your tussle with Billy. I think the Russians might've permanently damaged those previously beautiful brown eyes of yours."

He playfully shoved my undamaged arm, his offended expression now being overtaken by a bubbly smile. "Bitch," he laughed, his hands landing on either side of my legs.

"Asshole," I giggled as his lips brushed against mine.

I loved all of Steve's kisses, but the playful and giddy ones were always my favorites. The feeling of his lips tangling with mine as we attempted to stop ourselves from laughing, his chuckles rumbling lightly against my mouth.

His breaths were warm against my face as he attempted to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing against my lips for probably less than a second, but still long enough for me to notice.

I attempted to say his name in a scolding manner, but it sounded more like a moan as it fell from my mouth. My hand flew up to his neck, originally going there to pull him away from me, but quickly getting distracted by the curls on his neck.

Eventually, the words "What the fuck?" broke us from our sensual trance.

I felt like my eyes would bug out of my head as I processed the voice who said it. I wracked my brain in an attempt to find words, some way to explain myself, something to make this look way worse than it already did.

What did I land on? "Uuuuuuuhh."

Steve stayed facing me, the expression on his face reading, "Maybe if we don't address it, he'll go away."

My face contorted into an expression that replied, "I highly doubt it, but here's hoping."

After an awkward moment of silence and the three of us avoiding eye contact, he spoke again. "Really, Steve? My sister?"

Steve held his hands up in surrender, finally turning to face Dustin. "Hey, it was a two-person effort!"

A thwack! could be heard as the back of my hand slapped across his chest.

Dustin continued to stare at the two of us in disbelief, like he was searching for his own words. His arms folded tightly in front of his chest as he looked at the floor, still wracking his mind for a verbal response.

Just then, the door slammed open, revealing Erica and Robin, who quickly picked up on what was happening.

"Holy shit," Robin muttered, her mouth falling agape. "You finally did it, dingus."

Steve threw the extra roll of gauze at her head, perfectly hitting her forehead. "Can it, Buckley."

"I'm confused," Erica spoke up. "Was this supposed to be a secret?"

Dustin turned to face the girl, an offended look coming over him. "You knew?!"

"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that these two are clearly doing things behind your back," she sassed, her arms crossing over her chest.

"No one is doing anything behind anyone's back!" I defended, knowing what she was implying.

Dustin turned to face me, his eyebrows raised. "Then what do you call making out in the mall bathroom?!"

My eyes fell away from him, watching as my feet swung awkwardly. "I, uh… I guess that would be considered doing things behind your back…" my voice trailed off.

The room stayed silent for a couple beats, no one wanting to be the first to speak back up. Awkward eye contact was occasionally exchanged, almost as a way of saying, "No, you go first."

Eventually, Dustin exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Erica, cover your ears."

"What?! I'm ten, I can-"

"Cover your damn ears!"

I was surprised her eyes didn't roll into the back of their sockets as she stuck her fingers in her ears, mockingly sticking her tongue out at Dustin.

His face turned to one of exasperation as he said, "Just as long as you two aren't boning when I'm in the house." He then followed that up with, "Better yet, just don't bone at our house at all."

I hid my face in Steve’s shoulder to hide my embarrassment, remembering my experience of losing my virginity (thank God Dustin had been away at camp when it happened). "Gross, dude," I said, being slightly muffled by the fabric of Steve's uniform.

"I don't know, bones are kinda fun and interesting," Steve added. "You know, I wanted to be an archeologist when I was little."

I shoved him away, somewhere between seriously and playfully. "You are not helping here."

He pouted, the sadness in his eyes seeming almost believable. "You're really gonna deprive little Stevie of his childhood dream?"

My eyes rolled almost as much as Erica's had earlier. "I may have a broken arm but I can still fuck up the other side of your face."

He chuckled, leaning forward and leaving a kiss on my forehead out of sheer habit.

"Blegh!" Dutin nearly heaved. I didn't even know he made that sound, to be honest. "Just… hurry up in here."

And with that, he exited the bathroom with Erica following behind him, Robin at the back of their line.

"Have fun, lover boy!" she teased, the door shutting tightly behind her.

Steve giggled as I lay my head across his chest in both embarrassment and relief that they'd finally left the room.

"Seriously, why is the population of Hawkins like thirty-two people at best and why are they all in our friend group?" I commented, wrapping my good arm around his midsection, pulling him closer.

He let out a chuckle, kissing my hairline. "Maybe we need new friends. Ones that aren't concerned with the locations we bone in."

I leaned back, rolling my eyes once more. "OK, if I hear the word 'bone' one more time today, I will chop whoever says it into a million pieces and feed their bones to that stray dog that lives down the street from the Wheelers."

Steve's face turned bright red, like he would've never expected me to say something like that. "Little extreme, don't you think, babe?"

I let out an amused huff, my eyes fluttering up to look at his. "Your eye looks terrible, Stevie."

"Eh," he said, "at least I don't have any broken bones."

His face turned bright red as he processed his sentence. "Oh, shit. That didn't count, did it?"

My face turned to one of mischief, my mouth scrunching. He knew what that look meant.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he repeated, running toward the door.

I hopped up from the counter, a toothy smile forming on my face. My fingers wriggled as I ran toward him, warning him of his punishment. "I'll get you, Harrington!"

-> Taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @ducky-is-dead-inside

[celestialmulti]

HELLO WELCOME!

I like to write occasionally when I have the time and I wanted to start sharing some of the work I do :)

what I plan to write for:

- stranger things

- marvel

- dc

- warrior nun

- tlou ( games mostly / might do stuff for the tv shows )

- resident evil ( games / might be willing to do the movies too ) 

- chilling adventures of sabrina

- totally killer

- the walking dead

REQUESTS: I would like to start taking requests for any of these currently, so feel free to send stuff in !! they can be xreader or for a specific ship, I do mainly just write wlw but I am willing to write for pretty much anything just make sure to specify :) 

(I will add a masterlist later when I actually start posting)

[luveline]

(𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞) 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Steve hears you wrong, thinks he’s your boyfriend, and begins to act accordingly. You try your best to go along with it until you can’t anymore. 3k, fem. requested here ♡ 

cw shy(ish)!reader, misunderstandings, steve being a huge sweetheart, fluff, hurt/comfort, bonus fluff scene 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The arcade is loud and brisk this evening, doors thrown open to allow for the constant ebb and flow of younglings, the machine music turned up to account for so many voices. You’re lost in a sea of rainbow flashing lights and the ticklish smell of sugar. Without Steve’s hand behind your shoulder, you’re pretty sure you would’ve gotten lost and trampled half an hour ago. 

A candy necklace pinwheels past your heads like a torpedo, forcing you closer together, your shoulders tight with a flinch. 

“We can leave,” Steve says immediately. He’s weirdly thoughtful. Before he asked you out you had no idea he thought so much about other people, but he’s always thinking about other people. You could argue he thinks a little too much, like you. 

“I wanna see Max.” 

“She has to be here somewhere.” 

That theory proves less and less likely. Steve’s hand falls away from you, tugging through his hair in a marker of stress as you circle the Palace Arcade for the tenth time. “Maybe she quit?” you suggest. 

Steve’s eyebrows pinch together as he gives the arcade another sweep. Max’s rough patch freaked him out, as it freaked you out, because ‘rough patch’ is a kind way to describe it. She could’ve got a whole lot worse; she was suffering, capital S. It’s nice to see her returning to society, but not if she isn’t actually settling in. That’s the whole reason you’re here. 

Steve frowns at you worriedly. 

“Who died?” asks a new voice.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. “Max!” Steve cheers. 

“That’s me,” Max says, looking at you both sceptically. Her ginger hair is pulled into two tight braids either side of her face, her cheeks flushed red. Mascara paints her usually pale lashes a darker brown, and a rosy tinted chapstick shines on her lips. 

“Hey, the uniform looks good on you,” he says affectionately. “You look like a valued member of society.”

“A society in need of better labour laws. I’m pretty sure this is child abuse.” She rolls her eyes. 

“Is it awful?” you ask. 

“It’s fine. Better when your stupid friends aren’t here making themselves sick on candy like they’re nine years old,” she says pointedly to Steve. “Are you going to throw up too? You look–” she grimaces in place of insult. 

“Who’s throwing up?” you ask. 

“Dustin. He’s outside.” 

Steve sighs and gives your shoulder a kind squeeze. “I’ll be right back,” he says, squaring his expression. “Goddamn kids.” 

He sounds like an old man, you think to yourself with a small smile. Disgruntled, he still goes to make sure everyone’s alright. He’s nice, even when that nice is begrudging and tiresome and plain gross sometimes. 

“Why are you smiling at him like that?” Max asks.

You school your impression. “Like what?” 

“Like you like him.” 

You shake your head. “Tell me about work, Max. What’s it like here? Are they giving you your breaks?” 

She drags you over to the counter to sit in the seat waiting behind. She glares at any kid who approaches, but besides that she seems in good spirits. The job isn’t hard, it’s just a job. She’d much rather be at home reading, but wouldn’t everyone? “And I get this sweet uniform,” she says, pointing at the embroidered icon on her shirt pocket. “What’s with you and Steve?” 

“Nothing,” you say, though it’s something. You’re mortified to have been caught having feelings. 

“Looks like something. Are you dating?” 

“I mean, this is a date,” you say, almost whispering as heat floods your face. “But we’re not together.” 

“He was touching you a lot.” 

“Max, he’s really nice. He’s a really nice guy,” you say gently, “and we’re not together, but if he does ask me out eventually, maybe I’ll say yes.” You realise what you’re saying and attempt to backtrack —you do like Steve, but Max doesn’t need to know that. “It’s not like he’s my boyfriend,” you say strangely. 

“Ew,” Max says with a laugh. 

“Not ew,” you correct. You hadn’t meant it in a bad way, it’s— 

“Not ew,” Steve says from behind you, his arm a heavy weight across your shoulder. 

You look wide-eyed up at his face, surprised by his huge beaming smile, an intense loveliness about him as he gives you a half hug. 

“What’s ew about that?” he asks you softly. 

Oh, boy, you think. 

As it turns out, being Steve’s girlfriend is kind of nice, but you aren’t ready.

From that afternoon at the Palace Arcade onward, he treats you like you’re made of gold. And it’s great, he’s so kind, he brings you flowers and takes you out for breakfast, where he pays the tab without any flourishes and talks to you as casually as always. You almost hope he hasn’t got it wrong at all, and that his soft tone a few days ago had been down to a brief overwhelming fondness. You’d get that. You have your moments with him, you’re falling for him, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re desperately in love, you’re sure, but then the waitress asks if you need anything else and he says, “Just a water for my girl,” and you realise you’re not getting off easy. 

Dating is sort of like being good friends; you’d planned to spend the day together anyways. You enjoy his company. It’s clear he’s eager, optioning off the day’s agenda as you return to the car, the bottom of your face hidden in your bouquet. 

“We could go to the movies,” he says, opening the passenger door, his smile seemingly permanent as you climb inside. “No science fiction, I promise.” 

“I kind of like sci-fi.” Petals press fragrant to your top lip.

“Well, we don’t have to go to the Hawk. We could go into the city. I bet they’re playing any movie you wanna see.” He checks that your leg is properly inside the car before he closes the door, jogging around to the driver’s side and practically throwing himself inside. He’s giggling like a kid. “Shit, I’ll see anything you want to.” 

“Steve.” 

“Or we can go do nothing? Until dinner.” 

“Steve,” you say again, thinking you’ll tell him. Nothing good ever comes from dishonesty. 

“What?” he asks. 

His eyes are so brown. Billions of people with brown eyes and you swear you’ve never seen anything like it before, their centres like hot honey, the sweetheart shape to them when he smiles 

You sigh. His smile is contagious, even while your stomach hurts. “Nothing. Let’s go see a movie.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“What?” 

“What do you mean, what? You sounded weird.” 

“I sounded weird?” 

“No!” He winces. “I mean, yeah, you sounded weird for you, like you… I don’t know. Sorry.” 

You feel bad, then. His apology is earnest, his hand resting open on the console for you to take if you could manage the flustering heat of it. 

“I wanna go to the movies,” you say, ‘cos you really do. 

“Alright, good. It’s just, I think my last relationship, I– I didn’t pay enough attention, and I want to do that better this time around. So yeah. Sorry.” 

Oh, Steve, you think. How are you supposed to tell him now? You’re gonna have to pretend to be ready for a relationship with him until you really are, it seems. He doesn’t deserve to have his heart played with twice. 

“Don’t be sorry,” you say gently. “Let’s go watch a movie, okay? I want to go, with you, we’ll watch a shitty daytime flick and then get dinner after. It’ll be fun.” 

You aren’t lying to him about what you want. It’s clear to everybody, Steve and his friends and especially you, that you like him, that you want to be around him and make him laugh. Maybe being his girlfriend won’t even be that different to being his something. 

After all, what’s romantic about seeing a movie? 

“You good?” he asks, half an hour later, your agony prolonged. 

You’re at the back of the movies where the seats have the most leg room, more popcorn and candy than you could ever eat at your feet and a litre cup stuffed into the armrest between you. Steve is tucking his shirt back into his jeans, his head parting the light of the projector and leaving a silhouette in the previews. 

“Steve,” you advise, gesturing for him to lean down out of the way. 

He leans down, further and further, face to face with you with his hands on his hips. A flirtatious teasing makes its way onto his lips. “What?” he asks, amused. 

“You were in the way of the light.” 

“That what it was?”

“Seriously!” you whisper-shout, laughing despite yourself. 

“You’re so cute,” he whispers back. “Want to take your jacket off?” 

Your lips part at his good suggestion. You hold your arm out and start to peel from your jacket, but he takes your sleeve and helps you out of it before folding it and sitting in the seat next to you, your jacket on his thigh. “How’s that, babe?” he asks. 

“It’s good.” 

“Okay, perfect.” He beams at you. He’s always smiling when he’s with you, like you’re the best thing since sliced bread. Like he loves you. “Tell me if you need something, yeah? I know you’re kinda shy.” 

He settles back in his seat with your jacket still in his lap and no indication that he might want to move it. Your knees touch as he relaxes, your knuckles as he puts his arm on the rest between you, a picture of contentedness as the movie begins and the opening credits play. “That’s us,” he says without looking at you. 

Two people walk down the street holding hands as the title of the movie blazes in yellow font with thick red outlines. A Day In Paradise! 

You bite down on a slither of the inside of your lip until it stings. You try to fight it off but the longer you sit there, the more your eyes burn, thinking about Steve and what he deserves and how unfortunate this whole thing is, and yeah, you’re overwhelmed, too. You aren’t ready for so much sweetness all at once. You don’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve this. 

You force the tears away. The movie goes on and on, the lights low, the chatter of moviegoers and the occasional popcorn crush not nearly loud enough to cover the sound of Steve’s breathing. 

He pushes his hair out of his face. Somebody on screen makes a joke, his hand brushes against yours, and then takes it gently as he laughs. 

You pull your hand away and tip your head down, a frantic tear flicking from your lashes. 

“You okay?” he whispers. 

You try to answer. You whimper instead, a terrible, sorry sound stuck to your throat —you can’t hold it in anymore. It’s too much. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble tearily, looking up, a tear rolling fast down the bump of your cheek. 

Steve sits still in moderate horror. “Why are you crying?” he whispers.

The thing about Steve that people tend to forget is that, while he takes care of people the best that he can, he’s really young. He doesn’t always know what to do. He stares at you now like you’re a foreign object, hand tucked back into his abdomen. 

A tear drips onto your lip. It tastes salty. “Sorry,” you say. 

“Why?” he asks, dumbfounded.

“I really like you, Steve.” 

He stares at you. “…But?”

“But I–” His frown hurts your heart. “I don’t know if I’m ready for all of this, I never– never had someone like me like this, I don’t know why I’m crying.” You say that last part to yourself rather than him, scrubbing your cheeks with your hands roughly before hiding your face completely. “It’s not you.” 

“I thought…” And of course he did. 

“I know,” you say. “I’m sorry, Steve. I thought it wouldn’t matter but everything’s going so fast.” 

He touches your arm gently. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I thought you wanted this. You– you said I was your boyfriend, to Max? I thought you liked me.” 

“I do like you,” you insist, meeting his eyes. 

“Can I wipe your tears away? They’re everywhere,” he says. You struggle to read his expression, but there’s no resentment or anger there for you. He looks quite serious. 

“Yeah.” 

Steve bends in his seat to wipe your tears off of your face gently. They really are everywhere, on your cheeks, your top lip, your chin, even down the arc of your neck. “I don’t understand,” he says, going back to your cheek for a missed streak, “but you don’t have to be upset. Please. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, I promise.” 

“Steve, when I was talking to Max, I said,” —you wince— “that it’s not like you’re my boyfriend. She was asking me about you, and I got all panicky because I like you, but I’m too weird about this stuff, I’m panicking now–”

“Don’t.” His hand lingers on your face, before a sorry flash of dejection passes over him, and he drops your face altogether. 

“I didn’t mean for this to happen. Please believe me.” 

“Of course I believe you.” He grimaces at you, and the heartbreak turns to something more manageable, like he’s brushing himself off. “I’m sorry. For getting the wrong idea.” 

“I like you,” you whisper. Your voice is nearly lost to the rustle of popcorn and drinks. 

“I like you too!” he says loudly. 

A few seats down, somebody turns, an angry whirl of hair and clicky nails. “Can you guys shut up?” 

You and Steve leave your mountain of snacks behind to stand in the theatre hallway, where the winter air is cool on your flushed skin, and the silence is stifling. You lean against a wood feature wall and try to calm down, because he’s the one who should be upset (or maybe he’s not that fussed about you). He stands a half foot away with his arms crossed, looking down at his shoes, though occasionally he glances at you for a split-second and looks away again. 

“You okay?” he asks tightly. 

“I’m sorry.”

He pokes his cheek with his tongue. “So you don’t want to be together?” 

You don’t know. He deserves the truth, even if you barely understand it yourself, and it stings to say. “I do, I like you, but I… I want to take things slowly.” 

He stands there without talking for a while. When he does talk again, he’s laughing, that achy awful sadness he’d worn a far off memory. “You’re this upset because you want us to take things slow?” 

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” 

“You haven’t,” he promises. “That would never hurt my feelings. I knew when I heard it that it was too good to be true.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I guess I gotta earn the title like everybody else does. Is that… cool?” 

You nod vehemently. 

Steve blows a relieved breath of air up his face, his hair ruffling off of his forehead. “I thought I was gonna lose you completely,” he says, smiling. “This is fine. I can work with slow. Slow’s my middle name.”

—♡—

The sun is a blistering heat today. “Can’t believe it’s only spring,” you murmur, eyes covered by the back of your arm. 

A weight sits down on the blanket beside you, the sound of dry grass crushed underfoot. He brings the fresh scent of lemon slices with him, the zest sticking to his hands.

“I think I might melt.” 

“I’d never let that happen,” Steve says, laying down beside you. 

“You can be my parasol.” 

“Your what?” 

“It’s a sun umbrella.” 

“Like this?” he asks, gently laying himself across your front, his face on the slip of your stomach that’s bare, his arms sneaking behind your thighs to hug them as you bring them up. 

You reach down to stroke his hair, taking your fingers through the silky lengths of it, fingernails scratching ever so slightly at his scalp. “Thanks,” you say.

He kisses your naked leg. “You’re welcome, honey.” 

If he’d done that at the beginning of your relationship, you’d have frozen up; not because he would’ve done it differently, not because he wasn't always your handsome sweetheart, but because being comfortable with someone this intimately takes time, and that’s okay. 

“Your face is digging into my hip,” you murmur. 

He shifts back, his ear above your belly button. “Is that better?” 

“That’s perfect.” 

“Are you falling asleep?” he asks softly. 

“No… I’m thinking.” 

“Nothing good ever comes of that.” 

“I have something I want to talk to you about.”

“I love talking to you,” he says. He sounds as though he might fall asleep himself, his tongue heavy in his mouth. 

You stroke his hair away from his face by touch alone. Long, warm minutes pass without conversation. You aren’t scared to tell him how you’re feeling. He’s proved to you over time that he’s someone you’ll always be able to trust, and that whatever you have to say will hold weight. 

“It’s a question.” 

He turns in your hold to face you. You raise your arm, greeted by the image of him sun-kissed and lazing, laid out across you without a care in the world. 

“Don’t tell me then,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Jesus, you’re terrifying.” 

“Would you wanna be my boyfriend?”

He narrows his eyes at you. A myriad of emotions pass between you both, until he’s smiling, and you know he’s sitting up for a kiss seconds before he actually does. He presses his lips to yours carefully. “Baby,” he says as he pulls away, voice as mild as his soft kiss, “I think we’ve passed that point.” 

“I realised I’d never asked you, is all.” 

His hair falls down into his eyes. You tuck it behind his ear. It’s pretty clear now you’re together, even after such a bumpy start. 

“Can I get it in writing this time?” he asks, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours, your eyes fluttering closed in tandem. 

“Give you anything you want if you kiss me,” you murmur. 

His laugh fans over your lips. He cups your cheek, your heart a hummingbird drilling at your ribs as Steve moves in to kiss you properly. Your lips part under the pressure, your head tilting a touch to one side to accommodate him as he searches down for you, melty hot pleasure and nerves that never seem to fade arising as his thumb moves up your cheek, a semi-circle of touch. It promises undulating care whenever you want it. 

You tip your head aside to catch your breath.

“Better late than never,” you joke. 

Steve talks into the soft skin beside your mouth. “You weren’t late, babe. I was early, and I didn’t mind waiting.” 

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[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine your brother’s reaction when he finally meets your boyfriend

“Can you please just promise to be on your best behavior?” You pleaded as you slowly pulled dinner out of the oven, and placed it onto the stove top, your brother sitting at your kitchen island as he stared at you.

“Yes, because I am not allowed to be emotional at the fact that my sister just told me she has secretly been dating someone behind my back for the past 6 months.” Dustin exhaled, “We tell each other everything, like Everything! And now that mom is out of town with her friends, you are inviting a complete stranger over to dinner, one who has stuck his tongue down my sister’s throat.”

“Well seeing how you reacted when I told you Harrington kissed me on a dare that one time… you can see why I didn’t tell you until I was sure he was important enough to introduce.”

“Because Steve is a friend, and basically the Party’s second mom, and it is a violation for the second mom to kiss the first mom.”

“But it is fine that Lucas and Mike are dating party members?” You asked as Dustin huffed, “I just don’t understand why you kept this from me? Is it because mom is crazy?”

“Dustin…” you started, however you heard the sound of a familiar vehicle, and smiled as Dustin turned in confusion and raced to the door.

Pulling it open he saw his fearless Dungeon Master exiting as he called, “Eddie? What are you doing here? Are you here to discuss Hellfire?”

“No, as much as I love to discuss the game that fuels my passion, I am here to see the person who ignites my soul on a daily basis.” Eddie smiled as Dustin replied, “Awww I ignite your soul… that’s not weird at all to say to a 14 year old at all.”

“No ya doofus, I mean your sister.” Eddie sighed as Dustin’s face dropped, not a sound uttered as he slammed the door in Eddie’s face, his sigh slowly exiting his mouth as he whispered, “Well that could have went better.”

“Dustin, I know you did not just…”

“Eddie, you are dating EDDIE!” Dustin screamed, your eyebrow lifting as you tilted your head, and looked at him, “Yesssss.”

“I lied, This is worse then mom 2 kissing mom 1, this is like finding out your sister is dating your hero. Omg if you two break up, everything will be ruined, I will need new friends, I will need to look up to Harrington again, I will have to move states, change my name, change my identity.” He panicked as you watched in silence, “How will I explain it to Mother, to Lucas, And Mike, And Will…. How will I explain my identity change to Susie!”

“Are you done being dramatic?” You asked, as Dustin paced, before throwing his hands up, “NO!”

“Alright, so I am going to let you process this, and go make sure you didn’t break the door.” You sighed walking past him as he hollered, “I can never look at him the same now! He violated you!”

“It’s not like I didn’t ask for it.” You replied as you opened the door, to reveal Eddie sitting in his van again, as Dustin screamed, “Not Helping!”

You made your way out to the van, and opened the passenger side door, Eddie’s normally smiling face staring back at you replaced with his mane of loose waves, as you closed the door you whispered, “Sorry about him, I didn’t really tell him before you arrived, and he is kind of dramatically processing this.”

Silence

“Hey, Eddie.” You whispered, gently touching his shoulder, as you felt the shake of his frame, “Baby…..”

Silence

“Baby, look at me.” You whispered, already knowing why he wasn’t looking at you, “Look at me, or I will march my ass to the trailer and I will vandalize baby.”

“You won’t dare.” He turned to you, with red rimmed eyes as you put a hand on his check, “I won’t, but I needed to see your beautiful eyes.”

Silence

“Eddie, my love, my knight, my darling sweet Angel, why are you crying alone in your van?” You whispered, as another tear rolled down.

“He hates this.” He whispered, “And now I am losing a member of Hellfire, and friend, and my queen all in one night.”

You chuckled, as he looked at you, “You aren’t losing Dustin, trust me.”

“He slammed the door in my face Henderson.”

“And my little brother is a dramatic little shit, who will…”

“If your brother hates me, you won’t stay with me.” He whispered as you sighed, “Baby.”

Silence

“Baby, trust me, I love you.” You said those three words for the first time, his eyes meeting yours as you continued, “And I will not leave you just because Dustin is being overly dramatic and trying to grasp the fact that his worlds are colliding for the best, because you Eddie Munson, bring out the best of me, and the idea of no longer having you terrifies me.” You whispered

“Me too.” He replied, as you rubbed your thumb over his check, and whispered, “Besides Dustin adores you, you are like his hero. I doubt he is going to stop looking up to you just because we are dating. I mean Steve and I totally kissed, told him, and he still values Steve.”

“You kissed Harrington?” Eddie asked as you smiled and dodged the question, “Now, do you want to come inside, and eat something.”

“And what about Dustin?”

“He can go be dramatic somewhere else.” You smiled, as you leaned forward and kissed him slowly

“Did you kiss Harrington like that too?” He joked as you pulled back, “I mean, even if I did, you are a far better kisser.”

When you both went inside Dustin was sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees as he held his head in his hands, his eyes wide as he tried to process the news.

“I told you he would be fine.” You whispered as Eddie looked to him concerned, before whispering, “He is just calculating the ways to murder me.”

“No, this is normally what he looks like when he is reaching the acceptance stage of his dramatic outbursts, totally normal. So do you want 2 or 3 slices of pizza?”

“You ordered pizza?“ Eddie asked, knowing you normally were not one to order out

“No, it’s homemade, if you want more after, I can show you how to make it, I already made the dough, but now that Dustin is adjusting to the news, you can come over next pizza night and I can teach you how to make the dough.” You smiled as you pulled out the pizza cutter, Eddie’s arms slowly looping around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder, “I can come to the next one?”

“Yeah, my mom goes out a lot now that Dustin and I are older, so we normally just make pizza and watch fantasy movies, you are more then welcome to join. However I get to pick the next dinner we have, so I am probably going to make Chicken tenders and fries, if you want to help me.”

“I would like that.” Eddie whispered, as he inhaled slowly, that was honestly what he loved about you. You always tried to make him feel included, and gave him the sense of home. You were truly everything to him, and the thought of Dustin disapproving broke his heart.

“Eddie.” Dustin’s voice caused both of you to jump before Eddie turned to meet his glare, Eddie’s voice shaking as he addressed his friend, “Dustin.”

“House rules, 1) Hurt my sister, and I will burn your club to the ground. 2) If you reproduce with my sister, I will not only attempt to beat you up, and by me I mean Steve, but I will also be Uncle Dustin, not Uncle Dusty, no Dust Dust, or anything corny, just Uncle Dustin. 3) Limit the PDA, this is a respectable home, and you are my fearless leader, I would hate for you to appear weak in case the enemy is watching, 4) Hands were I can see them, at all times, Both of you. 5) please don’t make out with her in front of me, that’s just gross, and 6) She is not allowed to come to Hellfire, she is only allowed to pick me up, drop me off, and bring snacks. Do you understand?”

Eddie looked to you as you smiled, and shrugged, “Seems reasonable, you got a deal Dustin.” 

“Eddie?”

“I swear to you upon my spruce lute that I will not only follow the house rules, but I will protect your maiden sister with all that I have, and if any harm befalls her, I shall cast myself into the Hill of Lost Souls, and wander the realm of purgatory alone for a century.” Eddie dramatically stated as Dustin rebuttaled, “Make it 2 centuries and you have a deal.”

“Done.” Eddie replied as Dustin wandered over and grabbed a plate, as you leaned over and whispered, “See, he still loves you.”

“And I love you.” He whispered back before adding, “And we are definitely going to need more pizza.”