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𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐒 — 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: eddie is determined to play her the new metallica song, even if he does get distracted by the most menial things about her

— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson x female!reader (established relationship)

— 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, sexual innuendos

And then there she was, potentially an equally amusing sight, cheeks rosy from the brace of the early spring evening air as she had rode her bike against it for the ten miles between Eddie’s trailer and her home. Her h/c hair was wind-tousled, tongue poking out of the curve of her lip in an inconspicuous endeavor to settle her elevated heart rate; sure, she was a decently active individual, having been at track practice for the entirety of that Saturday, and the adrenaline of Eddie screaming over the phone that he had 9-1-1 had encouraged her fierce pedaling the string of ten miles, but now that epinephrine was wading into a dull ache throughout her limbs as she stood there.

Yet, the earnest glint in his broad doe eyes made her sideline whatever listless anchor yanked at her extremities. She’d be a bitch to ruin it with her grouses about his misuse of their 9-1-1 code.

“I’ve been analyzing it, note for note, lyric for lyric, like a damn psychopath — all day,” he ventured further into the ramble, round cheeks flamed red as the flannel that was haphazardly knotted around his waist, and over a wrinkled pair of gray sweatpants. A look her mind would’ve gone astray with if she hadn’t minded her priorities at that moment.

Eddie then padded quickly over to his guitar, the instrument residing amidst the folds of disordered sheets as he had placed it aside when she had entered his room fifteen minutes prior. In a fluid movement, he was propped on the cushioned edge of the twin mattress, red and black hued guitar straddled on the subtle bounce of his legs, the curve of his rings flashing with the luster of his desk lamp as he patted the spot alongside him for her.

The cotton of his Hellfire shirt wandered across the wool of her sweater as she settled beside him, their shoulders resting comfortably against one another.

His calloused fingers then poised themselves on the arrangement of strings, deliberate and meticulous in accordance with the notes that he had scrawled in a composition notebook that was tucked beneath his right thigh.

A,E,A,E,G,E,F,E — four times. Riff ‘A’ is next.

The remainder of slapdash notes were obscured by the crease of his sweatpants, only in visibility to his peripheral and not to her own as she angled her head against his shoulder, his dainty wisps of his brown ringlets moving freely across her forehead. One of her palms shifted to his tousle of shadowy brown hair, tugging lightly at the frayed ends, noting how his earnestness stuttered fleetingly within his chest.

He tutted then, a smirk replacing his subtle pout of concentration. “Comfortable, sweetheart?”

Y/N briefly shook her head to get his hair away from the cusp of her eyelashes before pivoting her chin on the round of his shoulder to peer up at him, “You talking to me or the guitar? Be honest.”

Eddie’s bold, umber eyes fluidly met her own, almost amused.

“I dunno…she doesn’t quite give me as much backtalk as you do,” he chided with a curl of a smirk, only for her to scuff the rear of his head with the heel of her palm to silence his insolence- more or less attesting to his point.

“Ow! You said to be honest - and what sort of healthy relationship would this be without pure and unadulterated honesty?” his bottom lip dipped into a faint frown, angling his head to the side vaguely.

She rolled her eyes, though the slight chuckle that spurted from her lips deceived the gesture, “Eds, ‘pure’ and ‘unadulterated’ are the same thing.”

With the assurance that his guitar was fairly placed between his legs, he ventured a hand towards the contour of her thigh, a spring in his fingers as they drummed against the muscle. He groaned slightly, “Jesus, you got a thesaurus in your back pocket or something? Spare me and do remember that I didn’t actually pass English class.”

A dense proximity was between them now, a certain sensory overload for both, him facing her with his eyes sparkling with mischief.

And the rather cadenced dance of his fingers over the washed denim of her pants was enough to make her somewhat dizzy, a content sigh bobbing in a lump within her throat, one that her response wriggled past — scarcely.

“So…was this 9-1-1 about the song or something else?” she chided, aware when his pupils dilated after a drawn moment of silence.

The fleeting mention of the Metallica record, one that still breezed dimly out of his player on his shelf, was enough to burst some recollection beneath his gaze, a glint of ‘oh, yeah’. The song had evidently seeped within an esoteric crack in his mind within moments.

“You’re so easily distracted,” Y/N hummed, placing her palm on his cheek, her thumb discreetly skimming the faint line of exhaustion beneath his eye.

“It’s your fault,” he partially whined, only after sparing a cursory kiss to the ridge of the pulse point on her wrist.

“Yeah, I’m totally alluring in my sweater and Mom jeans,” she mused, patting his cheek teasingly before idly placing her hands within the depth of her lap.

Eddie clicked his tongue behind his teeth - a rather teasing sound when paired with the subtle smirk playing on his lips, and he begrudgingly poised his hands on the Warlock propped in his own lap, “You got me at Mom jeans, baby.”

The gold of the desk’s lamp fluttered across her delicate features as he cast an earnest sidelong glimpse towards her, the light nearly playful amidst the sheen of rouge that sunk in her cheeks as she elbowed him fondly, “Just play the song, horndog.”

A theatrical exhale huffed out from the gaunt space offered by the bow of his smirk, which wilted into a melodramatic frown, “So bossy.”

He plucked his revered guitar pick from the oak rim of his nightstand, the spherical plastic piece fixed between his teeth, poking out at the corner of his mouth as he wriggled out the notebook from beneath him.

“Now,” Eddie started, voice vaguely tossed with a strain in his endeavor to steady the pick whilst his right hand ransacked his sheets for his discarded pencil, “I will play this song…only if I’m promised an encore.”

A flippant wink emphasized the innuendo that strung beneath his words, and a swift warmth of fluster extended its tendrils up her neck.

“I am giving you a free and personal show, after all,” he pleaded his desires further, releasing the pick from between the grit of his teeth, teasing it over the thin strings, “My generosity is conditional, you know.”

“You’re ridiculously relentless,” Y/N laughed dryly, easing off his mattress in a fluid movement, a proper distance being settled as she shuffled backwards. Her hands then subside to the slant of her hips, assured that he was observing as her fingers tinkered with the denim fringe of her pants. She then nodded as if to spur him to play with a rather evident beckoning of a challenge in her stare, “Go on.” She knew exactly what she was doing.

His euphoric brain was an electrical storm, lightning striking with tidal waves of desire, adoration, and longing amidst his neurons and the psychological influence of his early afternoon dabbling of Purple Kush. All at how the hem of her periwinkle sweater was scrunched with a flashed reveal of her hip bone. How she stared at him with fire and gold in her eyes.

He was whipped.

And therefore the Metallica song exhausted within the obscurities of a mind entirely keen on the girl standing in his room.

“Fuck it,” he murmured, discreet in his forgoing of his Warlock to a residence within disheveled sheets, yet earnest in his curt strides towards her, nearly tripping in his haste.

Her mouth drew apart to challenge him, yet it was a cumbersome gesture as his own mouth came onto hers, stifling every ounce of stubbornness to a harboring on her tongue. The hairs on the nape of her neck shocked straight with the flashes of content brilliant in her mind as she nudged him in the vicinity of his mattress once more with hands at his clavicle.

By some fortune, their lopsided steps eluded the sundry items askew across the plush of the bedroom’s carpet, the rear curve of his knees nearly buckling against the margin of the bed. Yet, it was ultimately her that was plunked onto it as he had promptly spun her about at the hips, a subdued oomph ambling from her lips from the ardent encouragement onto the mattress. She had ultimately been forsaken by him to be a broad-eyed, breathless disaster in the humbleness of moonlight that dribbled through his shades as she barely resolved herself on the edge of the cushion.

“No personal show?” Y/N exhaled, voice far more labored than she anticipated it to be.

“I decided to skip to the encore,” he shrugged, his eyes - copper against honey in the moonlight - greeting his old companion of mischief as he eased himself into a hover over her, arms caging her in, “I gotta keep practicing anyway. Can’t go humiliating myself.”

Her fingers decisively strode up his clothed navel, his breath falling with a stutter as all he could fixate on was the sensation of her fingers as they flexed and trailed over his Hellfire shirt.

“I dunno - I think your ego could use a little humbling,” she murmured with a teasing tilt of her head, fingertip meticulously tracing the contour of the devil embellished on the white fabric.

His own fingertip fiddled with the wool fringe of her sweater and at the amiss strands that dangled from their stitches, “There’s no better time than the present, sweetheart.”

[simping-ella]

My Personal Stranger Things 4 Headcannons (volume 1)

-Steve totally owns rollerskates and probably convinced robin to get a pair as well

-Robin was diagnosed with ADHD when she was younger but doesn’t really bring it up

-Erica is extremely intelligent for her age and is the smartest in her class

-Dustin visits Mews grave every now and again

-Fred is on the autism spectrum but is undiagnosed

-001 is a psychopath, him having murderous tendencies and started with killing animals, then to go on to kill his family. 

-Holly Wheeler is quite similar to 001 (maybe we see more of her)

-Angelia doesn’t have a good home life, hence the reason she is so cruel and behaves so badly, she only has one parent as the other one is dead.

-Jane still thinks about her mother and her sister Kali 24/7

-Will and Jane are closer then ever, them having deep conversations about their past and Will teaching Jane things she doesn't know. (helping her English)

-Murray has dreams about Alexis

-Eddie knows how to play piano

-Eddie or Chrissy have a polaroid photo of them when they were younger  

[daydreamer130]

Hello Readers!! This is my first chapter of my Billy Hargrove X Henderson!Reader I really hope you enjoy it. Please read below.

PLEASE READ BEFORE THE STORY /////

NO SPOILERS OF SEASON 4 OTHER THAN EDDIE

The Timeline is wrong. Please look over this error to make the story make sense ❤️

NO SCARY STUFF//…….. The timeline isn’t only messed up but I took out a lot so ,no scary stuff that did actually happen in Stranger Things, will apply in this Fanfic. Eddie is age down i believe

WARNING: Talk of cannabis / Drinking

I OWN NOTHING BUT THE ‘STORY LINE’ ITSELF. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARTERS OTHER THAN ‘Y/N ….which is you so I don’t own you at the same time. 🤨🙃You get it Enjoy your story :: CHAPTER ONE

Billy Hargrove

A California boy, he was what everyone thought of when you say ‘Heartthrob. He was on top of his own world there,

Always the outgoing kid at the parties, the big flirt in school, people wanted to either be him or he with him

All until he was told

“We’re going to be moving to a nice town called Haw-” Billy stoped listening to his stepmom as he feels everything he has being ripped away

More bitter at his own emotions he felt less than leaving

Maybe it was because his mom,

Maybe it didn’t matter

Billy then made a silent promise to make sure he makes his place in this shitty town, to be free as possible. Even if he has to fake it

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Hawkins , Indiana September 24, 1984 the town is buzzing with excitement and nerves, it all felt the same. It was the first day of school, and for Dustin and Y/n Henderson it was the first day of seventh and eleventh grade.

“ Y/n, Dustin ,hurry breakfast is ready!” Yelled the mom of the two.

There was a pair of shoes stomping towards the kitchen..

“I told him ten minutes. TEN!…it’s been twenty!” Y/n complains to her mother with a glare held towards the hallway where her brother was

“Mom I need the rest of my hair stuff out the bathroom and Dustin taking way to long” you continues as she plops down in a chair

“Your hair looks fine honey” your mom argues not taking her eyes off the plate she was making

“No I need to style it a bit and pack my bag with hair pins for the day.” Y/n explains, her mom just nods and mouths ‘oh’

Eventually Dustin comes to eat mumbling about how there is to many women in the house. After breakfast , you was gathering the rest of your stuff together you grab your keys which gets Dustins attention you nod towards the door and went to open it before your brother runs towards his room.

“Hey where are you going? I DONT WANT TO BE LATE!” You yell towards Dustins room. You hear him talking and then came around the corner.

“Can we pick up the gang please?” Dustin pleaded with big eyes

“Sure, hurry get your stuff” Y/n answered with a sigh kinda on edge not wanting to be late on the first day.

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Y/n and a car full of boys pull up to Hawkins high and middle school,

“Sorry boys, gotta walk” you say with a tight lip smile.

You say your good byes and good lucks and walk towards the doors she’s walk through for three years now.

Y/n was a good kid, she loved photography, the sun, and socializing. She was considered annoying to the popular girls because Y/n isn’t tied down with titles. She’s open to ideas and doesn’t seem to stick with a crowd. Everyone can click with her ( maybe people liked her because she just listened), she always there for a laugh

You see Y/n had freedom, she smoked from time to time, went to party’s, to concerts, she had fun wherever she was. Y/n was free and she loved it she loved having a mindset so clear.

Although there are things that hurt her, she protects her happiness by any and everything she pleases.

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The smell of pencils and cold air.

Passing old friends you haven’t seen during summer break making small talk about their appearance. When you finally get to your locker you hear you name being called from behind you before you can turn around your tackled in a hug.

“Robin” you laugh -

“-oh my gawd girl you look so different,

so good,

is that a new hair cut -

I’ve missed you so much-“ Robin rambles while pulling you in and out of a hug dramatically.

“Robin we literally saw each other two days ago,” you laughed at her as you pull away from the hug to open your locker

“I was mocking all the people I saw on the way here” you glare at her comment knowing you have just done that not to long ago, she doesn’t pick up

“Like c’mon people it’s barely 7:00” Robin rolls her eyes and swings her arms by her side in a bored manner.

Y/n walks in her first period and is greet by another one of her old friend. .

…The day was full of reuniting with old friends, and it was draining, you could barely keep your eyes open to eat your sandwich at lunch. You lay her head down on your bag as you thought a nap would help you get through the rest of the day. .. . .. …….. .. ….

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“WAKE UP!” Hands slammed down in front of you making you jolt up frightened. It was just Steve Harrington. You hard blink at him annoyed.

“Hey I’m Steve,” he smirked like a flirt with his hand out for you to shake. You look at his hand before looking at him confused

“…….I know we’ve been in each other’s class for two years,” you say as you lay your head back down unbothered

Trying to play it off Steve chuckled

“Ok say I get it you need you sleep, so I ah uh will let you at it then” Steve says a little shocked but casual snapping his fingers before turning away

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A couple of weeks past and Y/n actually enjoyed school so far. She is apart of the yearbook and photography club. She has also made more friends with Jonathan Bryers, Wills brother, Carol ,and Tommy(by default), Eddie Munson, and more. Y/n had all ‘A’s and her teachers loved her, …..well most of them.

Y/n knew people talked about her friends and how they weren’t what Hawkins socially accepted, though Y/n didn’t give a f_ck she loved her friends.

She met Carol one day in line at lunch when Y/n complained about it being cold and Carol saying that it felt like Mr. Shaders history room which was also Y/n teacher, so she made a joke about the way he dressed everyday. That made you both laugh and caused Carol to invite you to her lunch table which you agreed for that day, only because Robin would be back the next. Tommy well Tommy was a default friend because he dates Carol.

Jonathan was in photography club and you related with him because your guys brothers are similar at being annoying.

Steve would still pop in every once and awhile, but it eventually stop bothering you, it became a routine. Out of everything that has happened during the first couple weeks of school the Strangest Thing is Y/n’s addiction -

Smoking weed.

Y/n wasn’t sad or anything just liked to feel withdrawn

You’ve smoked once before but now more regular and with your good ol’ stoner friend Eddie.

Eddie was chill, hyper as fuck, but chill at the same time. It was comforting. He wasn’t asking for a lot or drowning you in stress, just help distract and supply the ‘help’ to you.

Life is good really good for Y/n in Hawkins and she loves it.

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The same time in California is a family of four packing, getting ready to move to the ‘small shitty’ town of Hawkins.

“This is gonna be a waste” Billy mutters as he tapes a box.

Hello if your still here, Thank you for reading the whole thing.

This chapter was getting to know the relationship that involved Y/n. To understand her support around her you know? I hope my years are not to far wrong. I believe Eddie is aged down in my story so yeah thank you for reading my first chapter. I’m still new so give me input on my story just keep it nice 😊

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HEY guys so I have been getting A LOT of ship requests and I am SOOOO thankful! But just know I am not ignoring any of them and I am doing all of them at the best of my ability ! Also what you give me based on your description is how much you will get back with your ship! <333

xoxo n.j.

[inviswounds]

In The Bathroom - Robin Buckley *

18+ ONLY. (BY CLICKING READ MORE YOU ARE CONSENTING TO READING EXPLICIT CONTENT.)

WARNINGS: SMUT, fluff, pet names (good girl, pretty girl, sweetheart, baby), overstimulation, fingering, awkwardness, mention of alcohol and being drunk, kissing, inappropriate language.

SUMMARY: You go to a party, dressing to impress your crush, when you end up giving her more than just a good impression.

A/N: I found this hard to write because I’ve been writing Robin as awkward and flustered, but this request wanted confident Robin so I’ll try :)

REQUEST: “Heyyyy I just read It'll Never Be Real and I absolutely love it ! Could you maybe write something with a confident Robin flirting with a kind of flustered reader at a party where she is all dolled up for Robin ? Thanks you !!!” & "uhhfhfhdh robin making you ride her fingers like w her rings on just skdjdj she has me on a death grip with her fingers and like her just like worshipping your body shsh -🫧"

CHARACTERS: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler & Steve Harrington.

Your POV:

As you stood outside in the front yard, just a few steps away from the party, you fiddled with your hair and fixed yourself up. You pulled your small makeup mirror from your purse, flicked it open and checked your makeup before reapplying some lip gloss. You sighed as you placed the mirror back in your purse.

You weren’t going to go to this party, since you hated them, but when you found out Robin was going, you knew you couldn’t miss it. Tonight, you had dressed out of your comfort zone. You wanted to impress Robin. You wanted her to notice you. Like, really notice you.

“You good?” Nancy asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You took a deep breath before nodding.

“I’m fine, just a little nervous.” You replied, brushing your hands against your skirt. You turned to face the front door, nerves pooling in your stomach.

“Nervous? For what?”

“Just–” You started, but before you could finish your sentence, your eyes locked onto a familiar brown-haired girl through the window. You stared at her, watching as she laughed and danced alongside some of her friends. Nancy followed your line of sight over to Robin.

“Robin?” She wondered, turning to face you. You fell from your daydream, turning to Nancy with a defensive expression.

“No!” You protested, unable to make eye contact with her.

“Alright, alright,” Nancy mumbled, throwing her hands up in front of her and backing away slightly. You took in another deep breath before forcing your lips into a smile and heading toward the entrance. Nancy followed after you.

As you walked through the front door, your nose was infiltrated by the unpleasant smell of alcohol and sweat. You turned to the right, looking at the spot you had seen Robin in through the window, and realised she was gone. You made your way through the crowd of people that spread themselves out throughout the house, looking for her. Somewhere, along the way, you had lost Nancy in the swarm of drunk bodies that filled every room of the house.

Suddenly, your search was interrupted when you ran straight into someone, causing both of you to fall to the floor.

“Hey, watch where you’re–”

“I’m so sorry,” You apologised, steadying your dizzy eyes.

“Y/N?”

“I’m so stupid, I should’ve–” You continued, not realising who you had run into. You scramble to get to your feet, but fall after a failed attempt. You lifted your head to look at the person and realise it’s Robin. Your mouth opens with a gasp and stills, staring at the girl for a moment.

“Y/N,” Robin repeated.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” You said, blinking rapidly and waking yourself back up.

“No, no, don’t worry about it, pretty girl.” She replied, reaching out her hand for you to grab. You look down at her hand and then back at her. She moves it closer to you and wiggles her fingers, signalling for you to grab it. You reach for her hand and gently wrap your fingers around her palm, letting her pull you up to your feet. You take a deep breath and gulp, looking back into her eyes and maybe holding her hand for a little longer than you should’ve.

“Thank you.” You added, looking around the room to avoid eye contact. Robin looks down at your shirt, which is now covered in red punch.

“Shit, fuck, I’m so sorry,” She added, guilt flooding her voice. You looked down at your shirt and the big red stain that now came with it and sighed. You had gotten all dressed up for Robin, just to have her ruin your pretty little outfit with her drink. You looked up at Robin with a fake smile plastered onto your face.

“It’s fine, Robin.” You assured, looking around the room for the closest bathroom.

“I’m– fuck.” She cursed, running her hands through her hair. “Here, let me help.” She grabbed your hand and dragged you through the crowd of people, not caring for the other people she ran into. She grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open, revealing two people making out inside. She cringed as she shut it again, before reopening it with her eyebrows raised.

“Steve?” She said, looking at the boy and girl who had now stopped kissing each other.

“Robin! H-Hey!” He called, wiping the lipstick off of his lip and turning to face her. He looked down at where your hands entwined and raised his eyebrow before looking back at her with a smile. “Oh, you two were– right, right, no, yeah.” He stuttered. You looked at him, confusion written all over your face.

“No, Steve–” Robin tried, but he stopped her.

“We’ll just get right out of your way,” He continued, grabbing the girl and dragging her out of the bathroom. It was almost like there was some kind of secret message floating between the two of them that couldn’t be spoken aloud; or at least not in front of you.

Robin rolled her eyes as she pulled you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She grabbed a couple pieces of toilet paper before wetting them under the tap. She moved to pat the paper against your shirt but stopped herself before awkwardly handing the paper to you instead. You took it from her with a smile and slowly began trying to get the stain out of your shirt.

You patted the paper against your shirt a couple more times before tossing it onto the sink. Robin looked at you.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s gonna come out.” You added, breaking the silence.

“Wouldn’t be the first thing to not–” She paused. “Never mind.” She grabbed the scrunched-up piece of paper and bent down, holding it close to where the stain sat. She paused and looked up at you, “Can I..?”

“Oh yeah, sure, go for it.” You said. She gently pressed the paper against the stain, testing the waters, before lifting it back up and doing it again. She pulled away and stood up straight, nodding her head toward the counter. "Up."

"What?"

"Sit on the counter, it'll be easier for me." She instructed, nodding to the sink once more. You stared at her for a moment, your lips parted slightly and your eyebrows raised. "I said, sit on the counter." She added, her tone growing sterner. You quickly obliged, lifting your butt on top of the counter. Your feet dangled above the ground as you looked at Robin. She smiled at you before moving her hand to your face and gently pushing a stray hair behind your ear, "Good girl." Your cheeks reddened at the praise, undoubtedly noticeable. 

She pulled away, grabbing some more paper towel before wetting it under the sink. She tried at the stain for a bit, awkwardly shifting the towel around your chest, making sure to avoid certain areas. Although she seemed to get more of the stain out than you did, it still wasn’t enough.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s coming out.” She spoke, throwing the paper down. You giggled with a nod, looking down at your dangling feet.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll buy you a new shirt.” She said. You could tell by the tone of her voice that she wasn’t offering, she was stating. 

It was just now that you realised you had somehow managed to get you and Robin in a room, alone. Your eyes glanced around the room, looking for something to strike up a conversation and keep her here.

“I thought Steve was your boyfriend.” You blurted out. You bit your lip anxiously as you waited for her response. She let out a small laugh but that did nothing to ease the tension you held in your body, begging for her to say what you had been waiting for this whole time.

“Nope, not my boyfriend.” She answered, picking up the wet paper and tossing it into the bin.

“Oh, so, do you have a boyfriend?” You asked, looking at her nervously.

“No.”

“Do you want a boyfriend?” You questioned, your composure slipping. She turned to face you with a smirk.

“Why do you wanna know so badly?” Robin asked.

“I– I don’t!”

“Well, you seem to be getting a little worked up about it.” She said, looking your body up and down. You now noticed how hard you were squeezing your hands, how clenched your jaw was and how high up your shoulders sat. 

“I’m not worked up, I’m just–” You paused, searching for the right words to say. You relaxed your body, letting your shoulders fall as you let go of your palms with a defeated sigh. 

“Just what, baby girl?” She said, tilting her head slightly like she knew she had power over you right now. The nickname sent shivers up your spine as you stared back at her, unable to get any words out.

Her fingertips gently grazed the top of your thighs, slowly getting closer to the end of your skirt. As your heart began to speed up, your eyes trailed down her face from her eyes to her lips. You bit your lip, lost in a trance at the feeling of her touching you. 

"You gonna answer me, pretty girl?" She asked, raising both of her eyebrows. Her fingers danced along the edges of your skirt, playing with the hem gently. You blinked, looking back at her eyes and realising how she had shifted closer to you. 

"I– um, I'm just–" You tried, unable to think with her hands on your body. She looked up at you, blinking innocently as her fingers slipped underneath your skirt and slowly inched closer to where you wanted to feel her the most.

"Can't think straight?" Robin asked, pouting at you mockingly. 'Literally' You thought. Your legs subconsciously parted, allowing her to move her body between them while her fingers crawled up your thigh. Her eyes stayed focused on yours, raising her eyebrows as if to ask for consent. You panted softly, nodding desperately for her. Her fingers moved to trace the outline of your panties, teasing you slowly. 

"R–Robin," You breathed. Your eyes glued to her lips, wanting them on yours. 

"What is it, baby?" She asked, tauntingly. 

"I– I need–" You tried, gasping once you felt her fingertips gently grazing over your panties.

"What? What do you need?" She replied, keeping her eyes locked on your face. She cupped your chin with her other hand and titled your head to look at her eyes. "Tell me what you want, pretty girl." Her thumb trailed over your bottom lip before pulling it down gently. 

"I want you." 

"Hmm, I'm afraid you're gonna have to be a little bit more detailed than that, sweetheart." She taunted, running her fingers along your covered pussy. Your cheeks flushed red, not wanting to say the words aloud. "Aw, don't be embarrassed, baby," She cooed. She moved her face closer to yours, whispering in your ear, "I just want to hear you say it."

"P–Please, Robin–" You whimpered, trying to move your throbbing pussy that begged for more attention, closer to her fingers. "Please just touch me," 

"Where?"

"Robin!" You whined, throwing your head back.

"Alright, alright, shhh." She chuckled, slipping her fingers under your panties. Her fingers swirled around your wetness, “Fuck, you’re so wet for me baby.” You lifted your head when you felt the cool metal of her rings mixed with the warmth of her hands trail over your clit softly before moving lower. "Shh, you like that, beautiful?" She asked. You nodded desperately at her words, wanting more. "Wow, so desperate, so eager," She snaked her arm around your waist, helping to keep you steady, "I didn't know you were so– dirty."

"Mmm– please, Robin," You moaned, moving your hips against her hands as she rubbed slow circles around your entrance. The circles grew smaller and smaller until her fingers were pressing against your hole. You gasped when you felt one finger enter you, your eyes closing.

“W–Wait,” You whimpered. Her finger froze as her concerned eyes glanced up at your face. “Your rings.” She looked down at where her finger sat inside of you, only halfway in; the ring on her fingers pressed against your pussy lips.

“Hmm, maybe I should keep them on.” She said, smirking at you. “I mean, you wanted my fingers so badly, didn’t you?”

A wave of embarrassment flushed over you, making your cheeks turn red. She slowly eased her finger in, the coolness from the metal rings adding new sensations. She watched your face closely, making sure you liked what she was doing.

When all she was met with was moans and soft whimpers, she knew you were okay. She pushed in another, gently thrusting the two digits inside of you.

“That’s it, baby, you like that?” She asked. You nodded, wrapping your arms around her neck and holding her close as she fingered you. You pulled on the back of her neck, wanting to feel her lips on yours, and she obliged. She kissed you softly before pulling away, her eyes scanning your face for reassurance, before reattaching her lips to yours. 

Her fingers thrusted faster into you, dragging a moan out of your mouth and into the kiss. You pulled away to let out another, letting your head fall back in pleasure. She licked her bottom lip as she smiled, watching you squirm and moan from her fingers. "I can't wait to see that pretty little face when you cum for me." She whispered into your ear. You felt your orgasm building as she curled her fingers, hitting that spot you never could. 

"Oh!" You gasped, moans trailing after. Suddenly, she slowly started to slow her movements, taking your peak away from you. "R–Robin," You whined, moving your hips against her fingers to try and get more. She held your waist firmly, keeping you in place.

"Shh, pretty girl, I know." She said softly. "You were getting close, weren't you?" You looked away from her and bit your lip. She chuckled at your embarrassment, "Oh I know, sweetheart, but I have an idea I want to try." You lifted your eyes to meet hers as her free hand roamed your body. "I want you to fuck yourself on my fingers," Robin continued. A small whimper escaped from your lips at her words, making her smile grow even more.

"Oh, you like that?" She asked, teasingly moving her fingers inside of you. You rested your head against her shoulder, hiding your embarrassed face from her. "Oh, it's okay, baby," Her voice laced with condescending undertones and her torturously slow fingers making you squirm and whine. "Look at me." You peeled your face away from her shoulder and looked at her. "Good girl." She whispered, looking at your body up and down. Your legs clenched against her at the praise, making her attention immediately focus back onto your face. 

"You like being called a good girl?" Robin teased. She leaned in closer to your ear, "Or do you like being my good girl?" Your body shuddered, signalling just how much you wanted her. She let out a small laugh and began slowly kissing your neck. She pulled away, "Go ahead baby, make yourself cum on my fingers." She whispered. You bit your lip and slowly started thrusting your hips against her fingers. Robin looked down at where her fingers met with your body, groaning softly at the sight of her rings hitting the edges of your pussy; sometimes slipping in.

"Thats it, good girl," She praised, slowly starting to help you move your hips. "Ride my fingers, thats it," You rocked back and forth on her fingers, letting out soft moans and gasps at the pleasure. "Mmm, so pretty," Her hand rubbed around your waist, feeling the curvatures of your body. "You like that? You like feeling my fingers inside of you?" She teased, kissing your jaw.

"Yes, so good– it's so good." You moaned, your brows furrowing as you tried to grind against her faster. Your hips moved greedily, trying to make yourself cum on her fingers. You looked desperate. You felt your body getting tired, no longer having the same energy to keep up with what you wanted. "Robin~" You cried, pouting at her. She raised an eyebrow before mockingly pouting back at you.

"What is it, my sweet girl?" She asked, titling her head as you moved against her fingers. "You getting tired?" Her words teased and mocked you, making you feel like desperate pet, but you loved it. You nodded, tears pooling in your eyes at your own frustration. "Can't make yourself cum on my fingers, baby?"

"I need more– I need you–" You begged, your movements slowing. She cupped your face, pushing your hair behind your ears.

"Oh I know, baby, I know," Robin said, nodding slowly with a teasing frown. "You just look so pretty when you beg." She started thrusting her fingers again. Your frustrated pout curled into a smile, moaning at the pleasure she was giving you. "You just relax and let me take care of you, okay?" She pressed her lips against yours slowly. 

"Yes, yes, thank you!" You moaned, throwing your head back. A part of you was embarrassed to be acting like this, so desperate, but the other part didn't care. She pressed down on your lower belly as her fingers moved faster.

"Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me?"

"Y-yes! Oh, yes, please!" You yelled, starting to move your pussy against her fingers again. She began trailing kisses down your neck.

"Shhh, baby girl, you gotta be quiet," She added before sucking on your collar bone and definitely leaving a mark. "We wouldn't want anyone to know what we're doing in here, would we?" You shook your head as you bit your lip, trying to quiet your moans. You could feel your orgasm building as your eyes rolled back and your desperate moans turned to open-mouthed silence. 

Robin looked at you, nodding with a smile as you started to fall apart on her fingers. "Yes, baby, thats it," She encouraged, thrusting through your orgasm. "Cum for me, baby, cum all over my fingers." You smacked your hand over your mouth, silencing the moans that emerged from your throat as you shook uncontrollably. "Oh baby, you look so pretty cumming on my fingers," She continued, watching your face contort with pleasure. "Good girl, keep cumming all over yourself." Your eyes shut tightly as waves of pleasure crashed through you repeatedly. 

Your hand raced to grab her wrist as the pleasure began to overwhelm you, but your strength was no match for hers. She continued thrusting her fingers into you through your orgasm, making you shake and moan uncontrollably. You desperately squirmed trying to get away from the pleasure she was giving you; the sensation becoming too much. 

“R–Robin I–” You whined as she held you still. She pressed her forehead to yours, still forcing her fingers in and out of your hole. 

“Shh baby, you’re okay, you did so good.” She whispered before gently leaning down to kiss your lips. Your moans and whines were muffled by her mouth on yours; her firm grip around your waist stubborn. You wrapped your arms around the back of her neck as you moaned into the kiss, annoyed when you felt her lips pull away with a smirk. “You just look so pretty when you cum.” She said. The power she held over you was strong, stronger than either of you had realised.

As your high began to fade, Robin slowly started to ease her movements before gently pulling her fingers out of you, making you wince. 

“Damn,” She pants, running her hands down your thighs as she pulls herself away. “You gonna say thank you, baby girl?” Her voice makes you shiver. You bit your lip as your cheeks flush red once more.

“T–Thank you.” You choke out.

“I wish you could see how fucking hot that was from my perspective.” She adds. You look away from her eyes, unable to bear the butterflies filling your stomach again. “Aw, you’re gonna act all shy now?” She asks, letting out a small laugh. “Baby, I just made you cum on my fingers, there's no need to be shy now.” Her lips formed a smirk that taunted you.

She knew the effect her words had on you. That's why it's so easy for her to be so confident and domineering around you. She loved how flustered you’d get at her flirty comments and not-so-friendly ‘accidental’ touches. She had you wrapped around her finger. Literally. 

You gently pushed at her chest, rolling your eyes. You placed your hands on either side of the counter below you and gently slid yourself off. Robin pulled at your skirt, readjusting it to cover more of your legs. You were now both standing, facing each other with Robin towering over you. The two of you looked at each other for a moment as the room filled with silence. You fought against the urge to say something, too afraid to say the wrong thing. 

You sighed with a nod, too nervous to say anything else, before turning toward the door to open it. She grabbed your waist, flinging you back around to face her and pressing you up against the door. 

“You’re just going to leave me here like this, baby?” She asked, furrowing her brows and pressing her body into you. “Or are you going to return the favour?”

[mindflayerhargrove]

Cry About it

Toxic!Billy Hargrove x toxic! Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence/physical abuse, toxic relationship, injuries mentioned, angst, not-so-happy ending, sad reader, sad Billy, please let me know if I missed any, it’s my first fic!!

Summary: Kind of was inspired by Love the Way You Lie by Eminem (ft. Rihanna). But I also added a line from Happier than Ever by Billie Eilish too, because it made sense.

Authors note: YALL, I’m scared. I’m terrified. I wrote this so sporadically throughout the day, I don’t even know how it is because I know if I read it, I’ll change my mind. So, I’m take a chance and posting this now. I kind of based this off a song, but it’s how I envisioned a relationship with Billy Hargrove would be like, just because the SOB would be toxic. But I’m nervous and scared and didn’t quite proofread so I’m so sorry if it’s shit. But anyways, hope y’all at least find it decent!!

Ps: also the formatting is shit because I don’t own a laptop and wrote this on the google docs app, just to paste it here 🤗.

Your wobbly legs bring you up the steps into the Hargrove residence. You fumble with the keys, your hands shaky as you jam the correct one and unlock the door. Without much of a second glance behind you, you slam the door, only for it to be caught by Billy’s hand.

“The fuck you trying to slam doors for?” He shouts. He was already starting this shit. Not even five minutes of entering his house and he was starting his bullshit.

“Cry about it.” You snapped back.

You stomp over to the room on the left side of the hallway and swing the door open. His heavy footsteps trailed behind you, and before you could attempt to shut the door again, he stopped it with his boot cladded foot.

“Dont fucking walk away from me. What’s your fucking problem?” He flails his arms out, letting them fall back to his side with a dramatic ‘thud’.

You kept your back turned to him, arms crossed over your heaving chest. You shut your eyes for a moment as if to calm yourself down in some way, but you don’t answer him. He knew very well what your ‘problem’ was - it was a trick question, really.

“Huh? Look at me when I’m talking to you, y/n,” he stares at the back of your head, and when he doesn’t get a response, he felt anger bubble in the depths of his core, “I said fucking look at me!” He shouted suddenly, making you jump.

You didn’t understand how things escalated within such a small amount of time between the two of you, but it seemingly always did. You invited him to be your plus one at someone’s house party. The night was going well, you two were having a blast. That was until he saw you chatting up the town’s freak, Eddie Munson, near the house’s back entrance. Billy saw red. In his eyes, you had been flirting with the metalhead; the way you nudged his shoulder playfully or how your head threw back in a fit of laughter at one of his stupid ass jokes. Everything happened so quickly as he approached the two of you, threatening to throw punches if the little shit didn’t scram.

It wasn’t a secret your relationship with him was..complicated. You lost count on how many public arguments and screaming matches you both got into at school. Everyone who was rooting for the two of you changed their minds rather quickly. You were y/n l/n, the girl who finally tamed Billy Hargrove. Little did they know.

You whipped around, now facing a red-faced Billy. “You’re kidding, right? You can’t be that dense Hargrove, come on.” You let out a dry laugh, giving him a look that only fueled his anger more.

“You’re really going to sit there and act like you didn’t just embarrass me in front of my friend? In front of all of Hawkins High!” You held your arms out and they too fell to your sides.

He scoffed. “Embarrass you? How do you think I felt, when..when my fucking girlfriend was all over some other prick, huh? How do you think that made me feel, y/n? You made me look like a fucking cuck in front of everyone.” He dragged his hand along his chin as if in disbelief.

“You know what I think, y/n, ” He began, taking a few steps toward you, “I think you like doing this to me. You like hurting me, don’t you?” He was closer to you now. You take an instinctive step back, your neck craning to meet his burning gaze. His eyes were red from the alcohol he consumed earlier that night.

“You’re fucking ridiculous.” You whispered. He chuckled darkly.

“And you’re a fucking slut.”

Your eyes widened at his statement. It came out from his lips with no remorse, with such ease. Did he really think that lowly of you? The same person who stood by him all this time, despite the constant degrading and making you feel as though you were inferior. The same girl who welcomed him to her home with open arms whenever his dad gave him another black eye or the stress of his own home was getting too much. You offered him an escape for a little while, protected him with everything you had as you held him close when he needed to muffle his sobs from the outside world. This is what your boyfriend really felt about you?

Without thinking, you raised your hand and went to connect it to his face, but in your inebriated state your movements were slower. Apparently it wasn’t the same to him. You caught your wrist in his hand and squeezed it tightly, inching closer to you so you walked back, consequently cornering yourself between the wall and himself. A whimper traps in your throat as you desperately try to pry your wrist from his iron grasp.

“B-billy..y-you’re hurting me..” your voice was hoarse,barely above an octave, hinting at the small amount of fear in the pit of your stomach.

“Billy, Billy,” he mocked, his words laced with venom, “stop your fucking whining. This is what you wanted, right? To piss me off, hm?”

You can’t remember a time you’ve seen him this angry. It almost scared you. No matter how bad your arguments were or how much you’ve managed to frustrate him, he’s never laid a finger on you. Ever. You found yourself cowering, lowering yourself as his face inched closer. He yanked you up to your feet, his free hand coming to grab ahold of your jaw and force you to look at him. Another whimper escaped your parted lips.

“What’s wrong? You were talking so much shit on the way here, now you have nothing to say?”

You turned your head. You were shaking now. This wasn’t Billy. This wasn’t the same man you fell head over heels for. The same man who held you close during your darkest hours; the same man who promised you that he would take you awake from Hawkins once you both graduated. Something that you once looked forward to, but now the idea terrified you.

“Look at me y/n,” He hummed in a dangerous tune, “I said fucking look at me.” He snapped your head towards his direction, making you gasp.

You felt your chest tightening with the little space you had. The walls were closing in on you and there was no escape. With tears streaming down your face you placed your hands on his chest and gave a push.

“Get off of me.” You croaked. When he wouldn’t budge, you gave another push, making him stumble slightly, but to no avail, he didn’t move another muscle. Your gaze met his for a mere second and was met with a smug look on his face. This prick was enjoying this.

“I said fucking get off of me Billy.” You moaned, warning him a final time.

“Or what, gonna cry some more? Gonna call me more names?” He gave you a fake pout, his head lowering to make you look him in the eyes.

You’ve gone feral now, shoving at his chest with all your might, sobs finally coming forth with the built up frustrations and hurt from tonight. From the day before, from weeks prior. He placed both hands on the wall to enclose you as you now used your shoulder to run into his body, only to be met with a pathetic “thump”.

“Calm down,” he warned, his tone rising in his own frustration, but it didn’t stop you from fighting for your free space, “Jesus fucking Christ calm down!”

His hand grabbed a hold of your jaw once more, pinning you against the wall behind you. The sudden movement made your head fly back towards the barrier behind you. You let out a muffled cry. Your eyes brimmed with more tears as the dull ache at the back of your head began to turn into a throb. You closed your eyes and shook your head mumbling out words even you couldn’t quite make out through your sobs. Billy couldn’t do anything but stare at your face. For a moment his hardened features softened. He felt his own eyes sting with tears.

This isn’t what he wanted. In hindsight, he knew he had been the source of all his problems; his possessiveness and inability to trust you fully tugged at something inside of him that made him react in ways he didn’t quite understand himself. Even through it all, you stayed by his side. He never questioned it, but he never understood how someone could be so willing to stay with him. So patient with him and open to calming him down whenever hell broke loose.

But this,

This was his lowest. No matter how angry you’ve gotten him, he never thought to have you crying while he put his hands on you. It didn’t settle in the damage he caused until he saw you press your head against the wall to gain some momentary relief from the pain aching in your skull.

“Fuck..fuck!” He pushed himself off of you and began paced across his bedroom. His fingers ran through his hair and tugged. Anxiety and frustration still sat heavy on his chest.

You allowed yourself to slide onto the carpeted floor, knees brought to your chest. You hugged your legs to yourself and rested your head on your kneecaps. You couldn’t look at him - not like this. The room remained quiet except for the occasional mutterings that came from him.

His eyes fell on you and your small frame. If heartbreak could kill, he’d drop dead upon looking at you. The man rushed to your side, kneeling in front of you carefully, as if you’d break if he’d touch you. And maybe you would. From the quiet sobs and shaking, you were no more fragile than a porcelain doll.

“Baby..baby..” he whispered urgently to you. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, rubbing small circles in a soothing manner.

Under his touch you tense up. You shrugged him off and pushed yourself up to your feet. Billy watched you grab the stuff you had thrown on the floor upon your arrival, scurrying to throw them back in your purse.

“Baby, what are you..what..hey, hey,” he rushed up to you once more, trying to grab ahold of your arm but you yanked it from his gentle grasp.

“Don’t! Don’t..just..don’t.” You put your hand up to him and shook your head.

“Y/n, please, just listen..look, I’m sorry. Okay? I didn’t mean to..I just..I got so upset and I didn’t see,”

“Didn’t see what, Billy, huh? How you put your hands on me? Made me feel small for the..,” you pretended to count in your head, “hundredth time? What didn’t you see exactly?” You stared at him blankly, waiting for some kind of explanation that you knew you weren’t going to get.

“I just..I..,” he sputtered out with desperation, “I saw you with him and..and I just..y/n. I’m sorry..I really am. It won’t happen again, baby, please just don’t..” he found himself blocking his doorway.

“Billy..we can’t keep doing this. This,” you gestured towards the both of you, “isn’t healthy. We’re not healthy.”

Tears stung his eyes as his lower lip began to tremble. If there was one thing that made sense in this hick town it was you. You kept him sane but drove him off the deep end all in one. You were his sanctuary, his home, but could make him feel so unwanted and needy at the same time. But he wouldn’t have it any other way; it’s what he wanted, what he was comfortable with. The idea of losing you was a risk he didn’t want to take. He was never good at letting go, after all.

“Sweetheart, don’t say that. Don’t fucking say that,” he took your hands and held them close to his chest. He peppered your knuckles and fingertips with soft kisses, just how he knew you liked, “I need you, baby. I can’t do this alone without you.”

Now it was your turn to hold back your tears. Your bottom lip trembled as you stared down at him. Your heart would have fluttered at the sight, but it just brought more sadness to your aching chest. You gently removed your hands from him and shook your head.

“I’m not good for you. I’m not, okay? It isn’t just you Billy..I..” you sighed and turned your heel.

“Not good for me?” He asked incredulously. It didn’t register with him how you could even think that. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You scoff and roll your eyes.

“No..I mean it,” he sits at the edge of his bed, pulling you to him to sit beside him. “,I can’t imagine anyone else who can relate to me in any way..make me feel something other than lonely or..or..worthless..I just can’t..”

You looked at him, a bit taken back, but angry by his choice of words. Relate to you, you thought. The anger earlier from tonight finally surfaced again. You stood up and towered over him. A shaky finger pointing at your chest.

“Relate to you? Relate to you? No, I don’t relate to you at all,” you arms added emphasis to your words, “because I would never treat me this shitty, Billy Hargrove.”

He looked up at you with wide eyes. He was too stunned to speak. You picked up your bags in a hurry and turned your heels. With your hand on the doorknob, a glance over your shoulder you shake your head.

Part of you felt you were making a huge mistake leaving him. There was a pang of guilt. There was a fear of what lay dead ahead. The end of Y/n l/n and Billy Hargrove. A scary ending indeed but one that couldn’t have felt more..freeing to you.

“Goodbye, Billy..”

[haileygarciasunshine]

Totally Buggin’

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Written: May 25th, 2021

Posted: May 27th, 2021

Warning: Swearing, just fluff.

Word Count: 1,802

Summary: The reader and her friends enjoy the Hawkins Fair!

Summer Time Masterlist

“Y/N!”

Grinning you were quickly greeted by the party members. Giggling you welcomed them with open arms.

Once they had greeted you, they began making their way back to their previous places.

“Hey.” Steve’s gentle voice captured your attention.

“Hey.” You grinned standing awkwardly in front of one another.

“I-“

“We-“

Giggling you shook your head playfully. “We should get back to the party.”

“You’re right.” He nodded in agreement.

Leading the way, you couldn’t stop the somersaults in your stomach.

Making your way to the unoccupied loveseat, you plopped down. Steve sitting beside you. Your thighs slightly touching as heat rose in your cheeks.

Clearing your throat you turned your attention anywhere but the man sitting beside you.

“What do you guys what to do today?”

“Well.” Max spoke. “There’s going to be a Fourth of July fair…”

Once Max brought it up, the party began bickering among themselves about whether or not they wanted to go or not.

Letting out a sigh, you leaned back against the couch. Your shoulder brushing against Steve’s in the process.

Turning to face him, he was already gazing at you. Catching him in the act, he cleared his throat attempting to look anywhere else but at you.

Heat danced along your cheeks as you smirked to yourself.

“Fine!” Mike’s voice bellowed. “We’ll go. Only if,” He turned to face you and Steve.

“Only if, Y/N and Steve come with.” His face held a devilish expression, alerting you that he was up to something.

“Mike…” Your voice trailed off.

Turning to face you, Steve gazed at your features. Somersaults erupted in your stomach, as a Twitter patted feeling came up in your chest.

“Fine, we’ll go.” Steve spoke, not taking his eyes off of you.

Whipping your head in his direction, your eyebrow furrowed together in confusion. “Steve-“

“Alright, dick heads.” Steve spoke standing up suddenly. “It’s about time I drop you off.”

The sound of everyone packing up and getting ready bounced off the walls.

“Do you want a ride home?” He questioned his features softening, as he gazed down at you.

“Yes please.” You nodded, offering him a closed lipped smile.

Holding his hand out for you to take, he helped you up to your feet. The close proximity caused the same feelings to return.

Taking a deep breath, you removed your hand and moved to help the party get ready.

The car ride was filled with laughter and loud bickering. Once Dustin was dropped off, you were the only one left. It had become later in the night.

Pulling up to the street you lived on, he pulled to the side of the road. Putting the car in park, Steve turned to face you. The street light illuminating his features, his hair shining. Your mind became plagued with thoughts of the softness of his hair.

“Can…Can we talk?” Steve questioned softly.

Nodding, you hummed in response.

“I-“

“Steve…” Your voice trailed off, you let your head fall back against the head rest in Steve’s car.

Steve opened and closed his mouth as if he was a fish out of water. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“We…We can’t.” You mumbled, gazing into his mesmerizing eyes.

“Why not?” He questioned, anchoring his hand behind your head gently tugging you closer to him.

“Because…” Heat rose in your chest as you were in closer proximity. All valid arguments leaving your mind as you gazed at his plump lip.

“Because why?” Steve teased, his nose bumping yours.

Your words dying on your lips as you close your eyes waiting for the inevitable.

Gently nuzzling your nose, his breath danced along your lips.

“Can I kiss you?” He mumbled upon your lips.

You nodded gently.

“I need to hear you say it, bunny.” He whispered.

“Yes.”

The electricity that filled the car finally snapped. His soft lip enveloping yours. Steve’s hand lacing in your hair holding you close to him.

As soon as the kiss happened, it was over. Resting his forehead against yours, your breaths mingled as you panted.

Reaching up, you laced your hand in his hair gently yanking him back into you. The kiss was much more needier and passionate than before.

Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you nibbled on it before tugging it and letting it snap back in place. The sound of Steve’s groan filled the car.

Before it could go further, your eyes snapped open as you jolted away.

“Are you okay?” Steve questioned suddenly, his voice filled with worry.

“We…We shouldn’t be doing this.” You muttered, furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion. You reached up touching your lips as you reached for the phantom kiss.

“I’m sorry…” You mumbled. “I have to go.”

Without waiting for a response, you bolted out of Steve’s car, jogging to your house. Leaving a dumbfound man in your wake.

—

“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler.” You greeted as you passed her at the Community Pool.

“Hi, Y/N.” She beamed up at you. “Nancy’s with Barb in the pool.”

“Thanks.” You grinned nodding your head.

Placing your belongings at the pool lounger chair, you made your way over to where your friends where.

“Y/N!” Nancy and Bard chirped happily at you. “You made it!”

“Of course!” You giggled, perching yourself on the edge of the pool. Your legs dangled into the water allowing yourself to get adjusted to the chilly temperature.

“There’s been a lot of hot guys here.” Barb spoke, giving you a toothy grin.

“Oh?” You questioned, feeling a ping of guilt from the other night.

“I’m going to go that way.” Barb spoke pointing at the opposite end of the pool. “And try my luck.” She winked at you and Nancy.

Leaving you and Nancy alone, there was an awkward silence.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” You mumbled, feeling dread wash over you.

“Shoot.” She spoke, placing her arms on the edge of the pool allowing her to kick her feet underneath the water.

“Steve and I kissed.”

“Oh.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you waited for her to get angry at you and leave you alone sitting on the edge of the pool.

“Okay.” She shrugged, patting your thigh in a comforting manner. “If you’re happy…Then I’m happy.”

“What?” You questioned as your eyes snapped opened, gaping at the woman beside you.

“Yeah, I mean I’ve moved on.” Nancy shrugged. “He’s really changed a lot since high school. Steve’s actually a nice guy now.”

You hummed in response. The sound of people calling your name caught your attention. Turning your head in their direction, you were met with beaming members of the party.

“Y/N!” El exclaimed swimming her way towards you with Max in tow.

“Well, I’m going to go find Bard.” She spoke grinning at you. “See you at the fair.”

Nodding your head, you turned to the two girls in front of you. They began explaining what they did their last girls night. Your gaze wandering around the pool, before their landed on Steve. Gazing at him like a deer in headlights, he was splashing Dustin and Will.

“So,” Max giggled, resting her elbows on the edge beside you. “When are you two going to make your moves.”

“Well…” Your voice trailed off capturing the attention of both girls. “We did kiss the other night.” You giggled, the twitter patted feeling returning.

“What!” They exclaimed in union.

Biting your lip, you nodded your head.

The sound of their squealing filled the air. With widened eyes, you attempted to hush them. Glancing in the direction Steve was, you caught his stare as he sent you a smirk.

Rolling your eyes, you sent him a closed lip smile.

“How was it?”

“Max!” You hissed.

“What? It’s a serious question!”

—

Walking beside Steve, the sound of scream and carnival music filled your ears. Droves of people were at the fair.

Leaning into Steve, you grasped his hand as your other hand rested on his bicep. Glancing down at you, he intertwined your fingers as he gently tugged you closer to him.

The night was filled following the party making sure not lose any of the kids. As you ventured through the grounds, Steve hadn’t let up on holding you close to him.

“I bet I could beat you at that.” Dustin spoke shrugging nonchalantly, poking at the water gun game.

“Oh yeah?” Steve spoke challenging him. “You’re on.”

Paying the vender with tickets, Dustin chose his spot, while Steve turned to face you.

“I-“

Cutting him off, you placed your hands on his jaw gently tugging him into you. Giving him a chaste kiss, you pulled away grinning. Steve gazed at you with widened eyes.

“For good luck.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled. “Come on man!”

“Yeah, give me a sec!” He waved a hand behind him attempting to quiet Dustin.

Giggling, you pulled away from him. “Better not keep him waiting.”

Reluctantly he nodded his head before finding his spot. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you stood behind him.

“On your mark, get set, go!” The vender yelled.

The bell rang signaling the start of the game. In no time, Steve had been announced as the winner.

“I’ll take the Kola.” He spoke.

Once he had the stuffed animal, he turned towards you giving it to you.

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you gaped at him. “How…How did you-“

He shrugged shoving his hands into his pockets. “I remembered the first time you told me.” He shrugged gazing down at his feet.

Somersaults erupted in your stomach. Standing on your tippy toes, you placed a hand on his bicep allowing you to steady yourself. You placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you.”

Steve gazed at you with a softened expression.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled, rushing up to you both. “Let’s go! The fireworks are about to start.”

Giggling, you followed behind the boys. Steve reached behind him silently asking for your hand. Grinning, you reached your hand into his intertwining your fingers.

As your group from a spot to sit, everyone splayed along the grass. Steve found a spot gently tugging you down into him. Your back was against his chest, as your legs rested along his as you cuddled into one another in the grass.

“Hey, mind if we join?” Nancy questioned tugging Jonathon along.

“No, not at all.” You responded, grinning at the couple.

Jonathon and Nancy mirrored your and Steve’s position.

The feeling of Steve chuckling caused a rumble in your back.

Fireworks erupted the sky, illuminating the grassy area that was filled with couples, families, and friends.

Humming in content, you allowed yourself to burrow closer to Steve. Wrapping his arms around your waist he nuzzled his face into your neck, making sure to place a gentle kiss in his wake.

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Billy Hargrove~Roofied

Billy x FemReader

Synopsis - You and Billy get into an argument on the way to a party. At the party, you go your separate ways, only reuniting when you are drugged by a classmate. 

Word Count - 4.1k+

**Warnings** drugging, mentions of sexual assault, violence, underage drinking

- Requested By - @peakascum​

A.N. So sorry this request took so long. Also sorry about how long it’s been since i posted. I have an insane amount of school and work full time, so i hardly have time to write. I appreciate the constant support people have shown to this page. It means a lot :)

p.s. i hope i did your request justice @peakascum​ 

p.s.s. in the gif, just focus on him gripping the steering wheel lol

‘’Do we really have to talk about this now? Come on, Y/n.’’ Billy and I are on our way to another one of Tommy’s parties. I don’t even want to go, but Billy had originally wanted me to, and had already told half the school that we would both be there. Now I’m obligated to show up. I just asked Billy about something that had happened at the last night at the party we were at.  

I take a sip of my drink as I walk throughout the party. I lost Billy a few minutes ago, as I went to refill my cup. I make it to the main hot spot of the party, which is the backyard. I appreciate the breath of fresh air I inhale as I continue to walk. I finally spot Billy, standing near the pool, with only his jeans on. His shirt is nowhere to be seen. There is some random girl next to him, holding his arm, which makes me feel warm, as anger fills me, which is most likely the booze in my system.  

I begin to make my way over to him, but I stop myself so I can see how he reacts. She whispers something to him, and he laughs. He nods as she walks away from him, and I think that maybe she is done hanging on him, but she pulls of her shirt and jumps into the pool. She comes back up and motions for Billy to join her. I hold my breath, praying he doesn’t oblige, but her does. I down the rest of my drink. Now I make my way towards him.  

‘’Billy!’’ I shout. He looks up at me, and pulls himself out of the pool.  

‘’What, Y/n? You’re always nagging.’’

‘’I wouldn’t have to nag if you didn’t let bimbos hang out you like flies to sh*t.’’

‘’Whatever.’’ He walks away from me, and I let him, not really wanting to hash this out, as I am now suddenly aware of the amount of people around me. I avoid him the rest of the night, and ride home with Nancy.

That was all yesterday; there was a party on Friday. Today is supposed to be an even bigger party because today is Saturday, and that’s how it goes here in Hawkins. I haven’t talked to Billy since this all happened yesterday, but I wanted to bring it up now. Mostly because I was drunk, and I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up.

‘’Why can’t we do this now? We haven’t talked since last night.’’

‘’Yeah, and I wonder what that reason is.’’

‘’Hey, this is not only my fault. You know how it makes me feel when there are always girls all over you, Billy. I’ve told you many times before.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah, I know. I just don’t understand why you get so upset over that. I didn’t do anything with those girls. You were right there, and you saw me do nothing, right? Okay, then.’’ He grips the steering wheel harder, trying to stay calm.^^^ I noticed he did this a lot when we first started dating, and he would have to deal with his dad more often than now.  

‘’You have no right to say that to me, knowing how you are. You practically put any guy that comes near me in a coffin.’’

‘’That’s because I know these guys’ intentions.’’ He says, quickly turning to look at me, before continuing back at the road. He is driving faster now, but not too fast to make me nervous. We’re only a few minutes from the party now, and I anxiously await it's come to so I can take a breather. And get a drink.  

‘’And I know these girls’ intentions. Come on, Billy. I’m not stupid.’’

‘’You are if you think that I would do anything with these girls.’’

‘’Well, you don’t make it seem that you don’t.’’ I say and put my head down.

‘’Come on, Y/n. Don’t actually be stupid.’’

‘’How would I know, huh, Billy?’’

‘’God, maybe if I did go with them, they wouldn’t bother me so much. You never give it a rest. I never get any peace with you Y/n.’’ My face falls, and I don’t even feel like arguing anymore. I look over to Billy, but his face doesn’t falter. He just continues to grip the steering wheel until we make it to the party. We pull up and he quickly pulls up next to the yard to park the Camaro.  

‘’I’m, uhm, gonna go find Nancy and Steve.’’ I say in a quiet voice.

‘’Of course, you are.’’ He gets out of the car, and slams the door harder than I was expecting, which makes me flinch from the sound. I feel like crying from the words he said to me, but I ignore the feeling of tears swelling in my eyes, and get out of the car.  

I make my way into the house, needing to find a drink. I quickly find one of the many kegs, and fill my solo with the liquid. I down the whole cup, and fill it again before walking away to find Nancy and Steve.  

I walk around, not seeing anyone I know well enough to talk to. Across the room, I see Nancy standing the corner, slightly swaying to the music blasting throughout the house. I go over to her, getting run into and hit on the way over, but I sigh with relief once I am standing in front of her and she is smiling at me.  

‘’Hey, Y/n!’’ She says to me, in a very cheery voice.

‘’Hi, Nance.’’ I say, trying to mask my sadness, but I don’t do too good of a job, cause her face immediately scrunches in confusion.

‘’Wait, Y/n, what’s wrong?’’ She grabs my arm in endearment.

‘’I just got into it with Billy right before coming here. I'll be fine. I just want to drink, and forget about it for now.’’

‘’Oh, okay. I’m sorry.’’  

‘’It’s alright. Where’s Steve?’’ I ask, needing to change the subject from me.  

‘’He went to go get us both drinks.’’ As she finishes her sentence, Steve is handing her cup of whatever drink he found. ‘’Speak of the devil.’’

‘'Hey, Y/n.’’ Steve smiles to me. He wraps his arm around Nancy’s shoulder, and pulls her close.  

‘’Hi, Steve.’’

‘’I assume Billy is doing a keg-stand somewhere?’’ He chuckles. I shrug, and lightly smile.

‘’Knowing him, probably.’’ I see Nancy nudge him in the side, signaling for him to shut up about Billy. He looks visibly confused, but doesn’t question it.  

We talk a little more, about the exam we have on Monday in Mr. Lazinski’s class, and about how last night’s party was insane because of the pool jumping that happened at the end.  

‘’Yeah, so I ended up being pushed in by Steve, but I grabbed his arm so he fell in with me.’’ Nancy laughs as she tells me. I laugh too, being able to picture the look on both of their faces as they fell into the water. I go to respond, but I am stopped by Nancy’s squeal. ‘’I love this song.’’ It’s Super Freak by Rick James.

‘’Come on, dance with me.’’ Steve pulls her away, and I smile as I watch them go away. My smile slowly falters as I think back to my situation with Billy. Does he not want to be with me? That can’t be true. He said I bother him, so maybe he would be okay if we weren’t together anymore. I’m pulled out of my thoughts when someone taps my shoulder. I turn and see one of my friends from my physics class, Johnny.  

‘’Hi, Johnny. How’s it going?’’

‘’Going good. Sorry I tapped you. I called your name, but I guess you didn’t hear me. How come you aren’t with Billy?’’ I sigh, once again thinking about Billy.

‘’He, uhm, he went to go find Tommy and Carol. Probably to commend them on the party.’’ I don’t know him well enough to spill out all my problems.  

‘’Oh, okay. Do you want a refill?’’ He asks me, gesturing to my semi-empty cup. I nod to him.

‘’Yeah, sure. That would be nice. Thank you.’’ I smile to him and hand him my cup. He takes my cup from me and walks away. He’s back in a few seconds with a drink that’s different than what I had the first time. Instead of the color being red, it’s now a dark purple, and it’s fizzing a little. Hmm, maybe they had to make more. I thank Johnny for the drink and take a sip. It's gross, so it’s probably a lot stronger. There’s also not as much, so I assume it’s supposed to be taken like a shot. I came for the free booze anyway, so down the hatch. I quickly down it, and I see Johnny smile. I assume it’s because I took it like a champ. He walks away from me, but I feel too buzzed to even care. I look around the party and see Steve and Nancy still dancing.

~~~~

A few minutes pass by, and I feel worse and worse. My head is spinning and feels like it's being pounded into, my throat is on fire, and my limbs feel like they’re going numb. Like I could fall at any second. My mind starts to feel hazy, and I can’t think about anything. I feel woozy, not tired, just very out of it. There’s no way that drink was that strong, or took affect that quickly for me to feel like this. There is a hand on my waist, and I sigh, assuming it’s Billy, regardless of how we left off. I turn to the face, but I am met with Johnny’s instead.  

He wraps his arm around my waist, and begins to pull me away. My mind screams for me to stay put, suddenly feeling very scared, but my body follows involuntarily. I have almost no control.

‘’Where’s Billy? I wantt to go home, nowww.’’ I slur as Johnny helps me up the stairs, but more like drags me up them.  

‘’Shh, shh, shh.’’ He hushes me, and opens the door to one of the various rooms in this house. He leads me to a bed, and sits me down. I fall, laying on the bed now, as my body seems too tired to even stay sitting straight. I feel so tired, but I don’t want sleep. I want Billy.  

I feel hazy, and not in control of any aspect of my body or my movements. I can feel my shirt being taken off, but I'm not doing it.  

‘’Bil-Billy.’’ I whisper incoherently.  

‘’Shh, shh, shh. Don’t worry. He shouldn’t disturb us.’’

~~Nancy’s POV~~

‘’Hey, wait, Steve? Where did Y/n go?’’ I ask Steve over the loud music. I looked to where she was, and I didn’t see her anymore.  

‘’I don’t know. Maybe she went to go find Billy, or something?’’ I shake my head, knowing better than that. Y/n would have come over and told us that she was leaving. Especially if it was to Billy, because of their fight. She wouldn’t just walk away. I have a bad feeling my gut.

‘’I don’t know, Steve. I think something is wrong. She wouldn’t just leave. She’s never done that.’’ I walk away from him, and go over to where she was previously. I try to think back to if I saw her speaking to anyone. I rack my brain, but I can’t think of anyone besides the kid in our physics class, Johnny, that was talking to her for a moment.

‘’Wait, Nancy. What’s wrong? Why are you worked up over it?’’

‘’It’s just that I have this awful feeling in my stomach, Steve. I don’t know. I just feel weird. Can you go find Billy, please? And quickly Steve. I’m worried.’’ His face seems to understand the severity of my tone, and he nods. I walk away, and start looking through the people in the house.  

I make my way around the open part of the house, not finding her anywhere. I decide I should check the rooms. I open the door to one, and I see a pair of teens making out on the bed.  

‘’Oh, uhm, so sorry.’’ I close the door quickly, feeling awkward for walking in on them. I dismiss that, remembering that I am looking for Y/n. I check another two rooms, and turn up with nothing. I wish that Steve and Billy would come back so I can have some help trying to find Y/n.

Maybe she’s fine. Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe she just went to find Billy, they made up, and they got caught in each other.  

I almost give it the benefit of the doubt, then I open up the last door in the back of the house. I see Y/n laying under Johnny, half naked. I audibly gasp in fright, turning his attention to me. He backs away from Y/n and runs out the door. I follow him with my eyes, my jaw laying open, not totally understanding what is happening.  

I turn my attention back to Y/n, seeing her still laying on the bed. She hasn’t moved at all. I walk to her, confused. My eyes widen in panic when I see that her eyes aren’t open. She’s unconscious.  

‘’Y/n? Y/n!’’ I shake her, trying to get any type of response from her, but I get none. She doesn’t budge, and my panic sets in even more. ‘’Y/n!’’ I shout again, trying one more time to wake her up. I run out of the room, to find Billy, or anyone that can help me. I see Steve, and I run to him.  

‘’Whoa, whoa. What’s wrong, Nance? You’re crying.’’ He rushes over to me, and I can tell by his face that the look of mine isn't good.  

‘’Did you find Billy? There’s something wrong with Y/n. I think Johnny did something to her.’ I cry.  

‘’What! Where?’’ I run to the room with Steve hot on my heels. He runs to her side, and cups her face. He lightly taps her to not hurt her, and she shouts her name to get her to wake up.

‘’Steve, what do we do?’’

‘’I saw Billy, I told him we were looking for him, but he brushed me off. He was going outside to say bye to Tommy. Go get him, Nance.’’ He tells me in a semi-calm voice. I quickly stand up and run out of the room again.  

I run into him in a few seconds, and I shout his name.

‘’Billy!’’ I grab his arm to get him to look at me.  

‘'What? Why are you guys both so wigged out? Can you calm down?’’ He scoffs and shrugs my hand off of him. I feel a lump form in my throat.  

‘’Come with me. I think that she was drugged. She’s in the last room.’’ His eyes widen, and he runs to the room, pushing past the people that are in his way.

~~Billy’s POV~~

The only thoughts that are running through my mind are where is Y/n? Is she okay? Is she safe? What happened? I shove people out of my way, needing to get to her. Needing to find her. Needing to make sure she is okay. I know that there is music playing, and that there are people everywhere, but I hear no noise. All the noise is cancelled out in my ears.  

I barge into the room that Nancy alluded to, and I see Y/n laying on the bed. Her head rests in Steve’s lap, and she’s barely conscious. I run to her and take Steve's spot.  

‘’Y/n! Y/n, what happened, baby? Holy sh*t! What? What? What do we do? What do I do?’’ I grab at my hair, feeling fear and stress starting to take over my body and my thoughts. What do I do? What the h*ll do I do?

‘’Biii-’’ She starts, but she makes no other sounds.  

‘’Billy, we have got to do something. The longer whatever is in her system, the worse she will get. She has to get rid of it. I just barely got her conscious, and she can’t do much.’’ Steve tells me. I try to tune out everything, and think. I think about anything and everything that could possibly help me. She was drugged, probably from a drink she had. She has to get it out of her system, and fast. She has to get rid of it.  

‘’Help me.’’ I gesture to Steve, and I pick up Y/n. Her head lulls to the side, and I make sure it has support. I walk with her to the bathroom, with Steve’s help. I lean her over the toilet bowl, making sure that no part of her is touching it. I don’t know what these people do in these bathrooms.  

‘’What are you doing?’’ Nancy asks me.  

‘’I have to make her throw up whatever it was that she took. It needs to be gone.’’ She nods in understanding, but puts her hand on her mouth in disbelief.  

‘’Nancy, call an ambulance.’’ Steve says. She nods again and runs away to find a phone to use. I stop focusing on them and worry about my Y/n. I take a deep breath, and let it out, regretting what I'm about to have to do.

‘’Oh, God. I’m so sorry, baby. Open her mouth for me?’’ Steve lightly grabs her chin and pulls it open so I can fit my fingers through. I use my two fingers, and hesitantly put my fingers down her throat. She gags, but nothing happens or comes up. I take a deep breath, but I hold it as I push my fingers down farther. She gags again before her stomach contents are released. She coughs and continues to vomit. She seems more conscious, but she is still very out of it.  

Once she seems through, as nothing comes up when she gags, I pick her up again and carry her to the bed. Nancy runs back into the room.

‘’They’re here.’’ An EMT and a police officer both walk into the room.  

‘’She already filled us in. Let us get in here, please, boys. Go ahead and clear out for me.’’ I shake my head in protest.  

‘’I’m not leaving.’’

‘’I’m sorry, but I need to ask you three some questions.’’

‘’No, I can’t leave her. Not again.’’ I say.  

‘’I’m sorry. I know you’re worried, but I need to get in here and make sure your girl is alright. I can’t help her or check on her if I’m talking to you. I promise, we’ll take care of her.’’ The EMT tells me, slightly calming my nerves. I nod reluctantly, and Steve and I are ushered out of the room.  

I see that the party has cleared out, and the only people still here are the ones who couldn’t get away, and the owner of the house, also being questioned by an officer.  

I look around at the people, and I see Johnny standing in one of the corners. I push past the officer in front of me and run to him. I punch him square in the face, with most of my strength. He doesn’t fall, but he staggers a good bit.  

‘’Whoa, what the h*ll was that for?’’

‘’You know d*mn well.’’ I say as I punch him again, this time, making him fall. I quickly drop on top of him and hit him two more times before two officers are pulling me off. There is one pulling Johnny back to, probably so can’t reach him and hit him again. ‘’It’s him. He did it. He’s the one that drugged my, baby girl.’’

‘’Oh, come on.’’ He scoffs. I try to get at him again, but the police hold me back.  

‘’It was you, you a**shole!’’

‘’Come with me.’’ the officer escorts Johnny away, good for him.

‘’Excuse me, Y/n is talking about someone named, Billy?’’ One of the EMT’s comes out of the room. I turn and walk quickly back to where she is. She is still laying down, but she’s conscious.  

~~Y/n’s POV~~

I look up when I hear Billy’s voice. I’m still groggy and gross, but at least I can move. I blink a few times and watch him walk to me. I don’t remember really anything that happened after Steve and Nancy went for a dance to now when Billy walked into the room.  

‘’B.’’ He cups my face and leans over me.  

‘’Be careful, she’s not fully recovered yet. She should be okay, you getting those drugs out of her system helped a lot. We’re going to take you to the hospital, just to be sure, since you are underage. We’ve contacted your parents through your other friends. We’ll be taking you now, you’re welcome to ride with us.’’ One of the men says to me. I nod, and they put me on the gurney and walk her out to the ambulance.

~~~~

It's later in the night now, almost two in the morning. My parents came, my mom cried, my dad scolded me for drinking, but they were overall not mad at me. Billy was by my side the whole time, in the ambulance, throughout my check-up, and now.  

I reassured my parents it was okay if they went home since they both have to work super early in the morning. I promised them I was okay, and they were super reluctant to go, and they promised to make it up to me later in the week. This is the first time that me and B have been alone.  

He sits across from my bed, and I turn to him when I hear sniffling. I cross my brows in confusion and try to see any part of his face.  

‘’B?’’ He looks up quickly before looking back down. ‘’Billy, come here.’’ He slowly gets up and stands next to my bed, but I still can’t see his face, as he is hiding it from me. ‘’B, look at me.’’ I lift his chin to meet my eyes, and I see tears wetting his cheeks. ‘’What’s wrong?’’

‘’What do you mean? Y/n, you got-you were-you.’’ He can’t even finish his sentence.

‘’I know.’’

‘’It’s my fault Y/n. I did this to you.’’

‘’No, you didn’t B. You saved me.’’

‘’No, I didn’t. Nancy and Steve did. I didn’t even know this was happening. I let this happen to you when I was hanging out with Tommy and Carol. I don’t even like Tommy that much. I yelled at you before the party. I told you that you bother me. I said that I never have peace. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean nay of it. I’m so sorry, Y/n. I’m sorry, baby.’’

‘’It’s okay. I know that you didn’t mean it. I get worked up too easily, and I need to do better but, Billy, you didn’t do this. I was with Steve and Nance. I was okay. And then I was stupid and took the drink from Johnny.’’

‘’No, no, no. Don’t put this back on yourself. Johnny did this. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I should have never left you for that long by yourself. I’m so, so sorry.’’

‘’I know, B. But’s it’s not your fault either. Please don’t blame yourself.’’ He looks down and lets the final tear fall down. I wipe the tear away, and he looks at me.  

‘’I’m sorry, Y/n.’’

‘’I know, Billy. And I forgive you, but you did nothing. I forgive for the fight, and I hope you will do the same for me. But, please don’t beat yourself up. Please.’’ He nods and grabs my hand.  

‘’And I forgive you for our petty fight.’’ I lightly smile and he brings my hand up to his face. I pull him into a hug, the best I can with the wires and things hooked up to me. I put my hand in his hair, which always seems to calm him in any situation. He sighs into my embrace, and I pull away. He pulls me into him, kissing my lips softly.  

He pulls away after a few seconds, and rests his forehead on mine.  

‘’I love you, Y/n/’’

‘’I love you too, Billy. So much.’’ He smiles at me again. I scoot over on the bed to make some room for him to lay next to me. He pulls me over to him, so my head lays on his chest. His heartbeat and soft breathing lure me to a deep sleep.  

[damn-stark]

Chapter 7 American heroes?

Chapter 7 of Strange

A/N- season 3!! Honestly one of my favorite seasons! I enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you guys like it too! Leave your thoughts!!

Warning- light swearing, fluff, mention of drugs, slow burn and long chapter!

Pairing- Steve Harrington x Hopper!fem-reader

Episode- 3x01, 3x02

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*JULY*

“From now on for dinner we’ll make it a priority to have dinner as a family, no boyfriends or friends, and we’ll mention one thing about our day,” Hopper states with an empty plate in front of him. “Just us.” He smiles at Eleven and you.

You on the other hand snicker behind your hand and add, “what is this a youth group?” You glance at Eleven thinking that she was going to laugh with you, but all she does is shoot you a confused look.

“I don’t get it,” she admits, making your smile falter.

“Okay,” you clear your throat to try and explain the joke to her, but before you can, Hopper cuts you off.

“Save the snide comments for after. We’re trying to enjoy dinner now that you’re back from Oregon.”

You sigh and straighten up in your seat and then offer him an apologetic smile. You were going to say something witty but then a knock sounded on the door, surprising you all—“I thought I said no—”

“I’ll get it!” You interrupt and push your chair back to run and open the front door, seeing in that moment Steve at the other side of the door frame with a bouquet of…battered? flowers hanging lazily in his hand.

“Welcome back.”

The corner of your lips tug to a smile, a breath of relief escapes your nose before you could greet the man before you. “Steve.”

He offers you a nervous tightlipped smile and he hides the flowers behind his back when he catches Eleven peeking at the door from her seat.

“Are those,” you point to his arm hiding behind his back. “Flowers for?” You quirk your eyebrow.

“For the trash,” Steve sighs.

You let out an amused breathless laugh before trying to make him feel better about the flowers. “Are they like exclusive? One of a kind?”

Steve drops his head and mumbles. “They were for you, but Robin accidently laid a box on them if that’s what you mean by that.”

Robin…hmph..

You remember her from your phone calls with Steve…his female coworker….or whatnot.

“I’ll throw them away,” he informs you.

Yet, before he could walk away you stop him and step towards him. “Don’t. I like them. You bought them with your money!”

“Yeah,” Steve scoffs, “not a big deal.”

“Well,” you sigh and snatch the bouquet of flowers from his hand. “I think it is. Besides I think…” you pause to look at the flowers all flat, broken, and missed petals to grin. “They’re beautiful. Special. But there has to be one point off for not receiving them in your sailor outfit.”

Steve rolls his eyes and groans. “Shut up about that.”

You laugh and step back towards your house to open the door wider to welcome him in. “Come in, we’re about to eat some home made food Eleven and my dad made for me. Eat with us, you must be hungry after work.”

“No,” Steve shakes his head at your offer. “I should go, I just wanted to deliver that and welcome you back home, make sure that you I don’t know come back all broken from all that cliff jumping. I wouldn't want to push you around in a wheelchair, that’s a bad look on me.”

You shoot him a pointed look and scoff. “So much for best friend….just come in, I have something to give you.”

Steve hesitates by the door, but when you’re making your way inside he slowly walks in and closes the door behind him, his figure still lingering at the entrance as you pulled out an old vase for the flowers.

“Chief!” Steve greets. “Uh, Eleven. Hello, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Hopper sighs deeply and offers him a very forced smile and a very obvious lie. “No. Not all, Harrington.” He proceeds to stand up and pull the table away from the all so there was room for Steve.

While he’s doing that though he makes sure to place you across from Steve, instead of beside him. As if the two of you were suspicious of something…

You weren’t.

Nonetheless the dinner was…not so awkward mostly because you did make conversation, but you could see Steve was uneasy with Hopper repeatedly shooting him these “sly” daggers. The good thing was that it didn’t last long and Hopper did end up having the rest of his dinner on the couch when you went to get Steve and Eleven’s present.

“This is for you El,” you mention sweetly and place a white and pink seashell in front of her. “I know you haven’t gone to the ocean, so I brought a piece of it to you.” You pick up the seashell and pick up her hand to place the object on her hand. “Place it by your ear.”

Said girl is hesitant, but she trusts you. Albeit she does it the wrong way, causing Steve to correct her for you.

“What do you hear?” You ask.

Eleven’s eyes light up and a grin slowly grows on her face. “The ocean?”

“Yes! Or that’s what it’s believed.”

“Cool! Thank you.” Eleven gets up from her seat and walks to Hopper to show him the simple present she thought was so incredibly special. Now you grab a bracelet from your pocket and hand it to Steve.

“This is for you. It’s not big, but I made it,” you point to the black wooden beads and smile shyly. “I carved the beads, and picked the little shell.” You lift your eyes to watch him study the bracelet. “The red string symbolizes luck and protection from the bad energy.”

Steve glances up at you to meet your gaze with a teasing smile on his lips. “So it keeps you away?”

“Oh haha,” you mock and roll your eyes. “Funny. You wish.”

Steve huffs out in amusement and puts on the bracelet and his face changes between a smug and a slight soft look. “Thanks.” He holds your gaze with a faint smile and you share a lingering gaze, until Hopper interrupts the tension.

“Y/N, can you serve me some more food?”

You clear your throat and mentally curse your father before you push your chair back and drag your feet towards him to get his plate and do as he says. When you hand it back to him, you retaliate his interruption by grabbing Steve by the hand and pulling him towards your…shared room.

“I have something else for you,” you whisper and close the door to rummage through your backpack and pull out a blunt you had hid within your things. “This.” You show off with a sly grin. “Turtle grass.”

Steve blinks in confusion, his eyebrows furrow and he parts his lips to mutter, “excuse me what?”

You laugh softly and try to explain it to him, but in that moment, Hopper booms out, “The door!”

Steve quickly rips the door open and lifts his hands as he offers your dad an apologetic smile.

“He knows that we aren’t like uh…” Steve hesitates to whisper after he walks towards your side of the room hidden behind the partially open door. “…you know. Anything right?”

“Yeah,” you scoff in annoyance. “He knows. He’s just being a pain. Anyway,” you huff out and disregard the subject. “Here. It’s just a name of the strain of…marijuana,” you whisper with a smug grin. “Very good.”

Steve takes it with joy and gratitude and smells it before he points it at you with his eyes narrowed. “How did you sneak it on the plane?”

“In my small bag where I keep my feminine products,” you bounce your eyebrows. “No one checks on that, and I kept it well wrapped.” you show off with a matching grin he held on his face.

“Ah, sneaky, I like it, that’s why I like you.” He says while he hides the blunt in his pocket.

You shrug with nonchalance and then crawl to the corner of your bed to grin brightly at him as you remind of something. “So you in that sailor outfit when? I want to see! Actually, no! Tell me your little jingle.”

“No,” Steve grumbles. “I don’t care that you just came back.” He steps back towards the door in defiance. “It’s torture enough that I have to wear it at work, I mean that stupid hat just hides my best quality.” He complains, making you laugh out loud.

“Best feature,” you correct him earning an immediate pointed look.

“What?”

“Your best feature is your hair? I mean if you’re going to say best quality then you’d reference a characteristic, like you have good quality humor. It’s feature. Like your eyes, you know?”

Steve blinks repeatedly and snaps back. “It’s the same thing!”

You tilt your head and snap back. “No it’s not! Watch.” You run to grab a dictionary and flip through the pages to show him. “See. Not the same.”

Steve grabs the book himself and then ends up rolling his eyes as he slams it shut to then throw it on your bed and mumble, “whatever.

“Anyway, I can’t wait,” you change the subject happily. “I mean I can already picture it, Stevie in his sailor outfit trying to impress girls.” You show him a teasing look and all he does is roll his eyes.

“Actually no!” He blurts. “I have been working. No girls.”

You smile at your hands out of contentment to his comment, but make sure to mutter, “okay, sure.” Your eyes look back at him and you continue to tease him. “I’ll still make sure to see you in your uniform.”

“Actually,” Steve points at you with a serious expression. “You’re banned from the shop.” He shrugs. “Sorry.”

“Haha.”

The room stays quiet for a while. It’s not an awkward silence, but it was silence regardless. As if there was hundreds of things you both needed to say, but nothing at all at the same time.

“Well,” Steve breaks that silence. “I should go.” He walks out the door and you follow him. “I’ll see you tomorrow though, right? After work? We can do something.”

“Yeah,” you agree with a smile. “Sounds good.”

Steve smirks and nods as he walks to the front door. “I’ll pick you up then.”

“Sounds good! After work! Thank you for the flowers.”

Once Steve is out the front door he turns back and shoots you a dorky wink as he says, “thanks for the present.”

You scoff and once you close the door, Hopper looks back at you and asks what he’s been dying to ask. “You’re not uh, dating the Harrington boy are you?”

You swallow thickly and shake your head. “No. We’re just friends.” You sigh at the mention, but shrug it off and join Eleven on the couch.

——

Okay, you might’ve lied to Steve about waiting for him to pick you up.

You just couldn’t wait to see him in his sailor outfit, the image of him is all you could think of, you just had to see him before you burst from the anticipation. Even if he wouldn’t like your surprise visit.

Albeit you couldn’t just show up at the shop, it’d ruin the plan and the surprise, so you thought of the best thing and put on dark sunglasses, wrapped a black silk scarf around your head and walked in without causing a fuss.

Which worked out perfectly because as you reached the 2nd floor, you instantly saw the shop and spotted his face right away; in that sailor he said hid his “best feature”. He looked…he looked awesome. But you couldn’t laugh yet—you walked in and tried so hard so keep on a straight face when he partially looked at you and began his jingle.

“Ahoy! Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain, Steve Harrington.” He said sluggishly.

You can’t help your smirk and walk towards the counter whilst you pull out your camera. You notice that he catches a glimpse, but before he could say anything you quickly snatch a picture of him with his uniform on.

It brings a smile to your face, and makes a frown grow on his already annoyed face.

“You have a minute to trash that footage.” He grumbles when he recognizes you.

You pull your sunglasses up over your head and take off your scarf to then flash him the camera. “That isn’t good customer service now is it?” You put your camera away to get a good look at him. “I love it.” You grin and dramatically cover your mouth as you check him out in his blue sailor outfit. “I do. You look great.”

Steve rolls his eyes and throws a towel over his shoulder to continue to grumble in complaint to your surprise visit. “Aren’t you on lock down or something? Go home. We agreed after work.”

You press your hands on the table and bat your eyelashes as you continue flashing him your smile. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t come visit my friend at his first job? Huh?” You tilt your head and he props his own hands on the counter to lean in towards you and threaten you.

“I’ll be quick to unfriend you. I see that picture being passed around and you’re….” He pauses and licks his lips, making you snicker and lift a brow to expect the rest of his comment.

“I’m what?” You taunt and squint your eyes.

“Your ass is grass, Hopper.” He huffs.

You wink at him and smile sweetly. “I’ll keep it all to myself, don't worry.”

Steve’s eyes search yours for a minute, he stays quiet just like you, but you don’t notice how heavy he was beginning to breathe, he hid it well, and well, you were too distracted by his eyes and his…lips to notice.

You didn’t even notice his own gaze travel down to your own lips.

And you both go unaware.

“Anyway,” you clear your throat and pull back. “Can you say it again?” You cross your arms over your chest and still can’t keep your smile away.

“What?” Steve deadpans, his eyes flickering to the floor and then back at you.

“The jingle! Please!” You pout and bat your eyelashes again. “Please! Come on!”

Steve's eyes linger on tour for a long minute, but he drops his head and sighs before he gives in a lazy way. “Ahoy, would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your cpstian…Steve…Harrington.”

You squeal and clap. “That will never get old.” You bite down your bottom lip to hold in your laugh when you notice his scowl.

“I’m never repeating that to you,” he informs you in a deep menacing voice, “ever.”

“We’ll see.”

Steve rips his hat off and fixes his hair with his fingers to then point at it and bring up the subject from yesterday. “See. It just ruins my best feature.”

“I think it’s cute on you,” you admit. “I love it. They don’t know what they’re missing.”

Steve stays quiet, but not as long as last time, this time he recovers quickly and points to the back door. “Let’s talk back there.”

You hesitate. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Robin can come up.”

You're hesitant for a bit longer, but when he’s waiting by the door you hurry towards him and end up slowly following him inside, spotting her…right away.

The same uniform. Dirty blond with short hair, freckles that neatly decorated her face, pretty eyes, pretty face. Pretty overall, no denying that….it’s no wonder he always talked about her. She’s beautiful….

“Oh!” She exclaims and throws her hands out once she saw you walk in after Steve. “Oh! You! You must be Y/N!” Her eyes widen, almost twinkle and pop out of her eye sockets. Nevertheless she’s off her seat fast and on her way to you. “I’m Robin Buckley. We had history together.”

You blink out of disbelief to her suddenness, but offer her a very faint smile. “Oh. Right. I remember.”

“Yeah, sorry about her,” Steve apologizes.

Robin smiles at him and then at you. “It’s nice meeting you.” She suddenly smirks. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” She glances at Steve and then at you and her smirk deepens.

“Oh,” you breathe out with a soft breathless laugh. “Really?”

Steve and you did try and talk daily after you left for Oregon. It wasn’t planned of course, but it became a routine, if he didn’t call then you did, and vice versa. There were some missed days without contact, but that only meant you had longer calls. It was also never a bother, or at least he never complained.

You actually liked talking to him, you never had awkward silences, you wouldn't get mad at one another, he would get annoyed sometimes over things you’d do, or especially over your friend Dylan who you’d see almost daily, but there was nothing else but that.

“Yeah!” She continues to exclaim. “All good things. All good things.”

You glance at Steve and notice his glare directed at Robin.

“Robin,” he says through gritted teeth. “Go.”

Robin scoffs in amusement and walks over to a board that has a line between the middle that says “you rule” and “you suck”, she specifically adds two tally marks to the “you suck” side.

Steve reacts to it by groaning, and you just curiously look between the two until Steve catches you. “Don’t worry,” he assured you. “It’s nothing. Just a stupid inside joke.”

“Oh.” That left you a bit more bothered than assured now though. “Okay.”

Robin leaves the break room after that, leaving Steve and you in the same silence as yesterday.

So much to say but not knowing how to say any of it.

Well at least not until you could find what to focus on.

“You’re wearing it!” You point out to Steve while you grab his wrist and drag it towards you as you sit around the small table.

“Yeah,” he breathes out nonchalantly. “I wouldn’t want you crying about it when I don’t.”

Your eyebrows and you scoff. “I wouldn't, I just thought it might be too big or too small.”

“I mean,” Steve continues in the same nonchalance while he slowly starts shifting his wrist that’s still under your hand, letting his fingers brush your skin until his fingers are gently hooking around yours. “How hard can it be to make a bracelet?”

You notice the way your hands are, you feel the warmth of his skin on yours, but you don’t say anything or try to move away, you just remark his comment. “Well why don’t you try doing it then? No reference, no measurements whatsoever.”

“I will,” he assures you confidently. “To prove you wrong! Anyway,” he huffs out, “I thought you weren’t allowed to like leave your cabin.”

“Yeah,” you scoff in annoyance. “Well I don’t like staying home hearing Eleven and Mike giggling, and seeing them all lovey dovey. It’s gross, I don’t get how my dad wants me to endure that.” You stick your tongue out in disgust and when you’re about to complain some more, suddenly the shutters separating the break room and the shop fly open and Robin pokes her head inside.

“Maybe you need a boyfriend of your own,” she suggests with her eyebrow quirked and a smug expression on her face.

Quickly Steve and you pull your hands away and he clears his throat and snaps back at her. “Why are you listening in? It’s a conversation between A and B.”

Robin shrugs. “It’s slow. Besides, she's in a dilemma. I feel obligated to help.”

You look between Robin and Steve, you feel a little uneasy that she did suddenly burst in, but you actually like that she did. Kind of.

“I don’t know a lot of people,” you let her know. “Besides the last time I was close to being in a relationship…shit went down.”

“Well,” Robin rolls out slowly. “I know a couple of nice guys that look like you’d like, I mean from what Steve has told me about you.”

“Robin,” Steve grimaces.

“Like this guy Zach who’s in band with me,” she grins and looks at Steve to grin wider. “He’s like a Tom Cruise look alike, I mean if you’re into that sort of pretty boy stuff.”

“Tuba Zach?!” Steve interjects loudly, leaving you with your words in your mouth. “No, he’s an idiot. Besides, do you know who her dad is? The chief! He barely lets her hang out with me as it is.”

Robin shrugs. “And he should know his precious daughter needs to spread her wings sometime. And maybe,” she points at Steve. “You’re the problem! I mean if I had a daughter and I saw you hanging out with her, I too would be cautious.”

Steve’s jaw drops and his gaze burns into her for a moment until his eyes shift to you while he tilts his head and points at you to demand you to defend him. “Your dad likes me right?!”

You snicker and share your first look with Robin before shrugging at Steve. “Meh.”

“Meh?!”

You slam your hands on the tabletop and feel your eyes widen with excitement. “Actually,” you direct to Robin, feeling a bit more comfortable with her presence—albeit not completely. Yet. You still had your suspicions. “I know Billy Hargrove! I heard he works as a lifeguard at the pool, maybe I could pay him a visit.”

“There you go,” Robin claps, shooting a discreet smirk at Steve in the meanwhile. “Now we're talking.”

“Shouldn’t you be working instead of trying to set up a girl you barely know.” Steve scolds Robin.

“I’m multitasking!”

“Well isn’t that how you make friends?” You help her out with a smile. “You bond.”

Steve parts his lips but he closes his mouth again and just huffs and rolls his eyes while he leans his body back to his seat.

“Unless,” Robin continues a bit more cheekily this time. “You know someone for Y/N, Steve?”

Your eyes shift and he averts your gaze and holds Robin’s own gaze to exhale deeply and answer with silence before he interjects with something else completely to deflect the topic. “Y/N should be focusing on finding a college instead.”

You throw your arms over your chest and shoot him a pointed look. “I still have like half a year to think about that.”

The bell rings from the shop, making Robin slide off the counter and disappear to leave Steve and you alone again.

“It’s never too early,” he shares with you.

“Okay,” you huff out. “Well, I have been thinking about Purdue.” You rest a hand on the table again and draw in a soft breath to exhale deeply. “It’s not far, I could visit home often.”

Steve hums as a response, his eyes drift away for a second and his own arms fold over his chest before he completely shares something unexpected. “You know I considered it. Purdue, But then I was like, you know what? I really think I need some real-life experience, you know before I hit college, see what it feels like. Kind of like uh I don’t know, see what it's like to earn a working-man's wage, you know? I think that’s really important.”

You lift a brow and carefully study his face after his comment in slight confusion. “You did?” You ask.

You’ve talked about College a lot, neither of you had any other friends beside each other at school so there was hardly anything you kept from each other. Which is why this was such a surprise. Especially because this topic was dealt with already, after the dinner with his parents. Why is he bringing it up again?

Weird.

“But you want to know what I think? I think you still have a whole year to decide,” he continues through your confusion. “And you said you were interested in joining the police department with your dad right? I think staying doesn’t sound bad.”

You gnaw on your bottom lip and hold Steve’s gaze for a lingering second to keep sharing your concern until you just sigh and keep it going, both of you going unaware of Robin silently watching and listening in; “you think so? You think I should stay after high school?”

“M-me. Yeah I do.” He stammered, making you immediately grow a bit more concerned for him and grow a bit flustered.

“Why?”

Steve shrugs and continues to stammer. “Because I mean, you’re still working things out with your dad, you’re watching over Eleven, and well….I mean I’d be here.”

Your breath catches in your throat, your face grows hot, you begin to feel your heart pound harder, and feel butterflies flutter in your stomach and well…everywhere else. Those feelings make you grow more flustered and let you share a lingering stare with Steve that neither of you look away from, that made it seem like it was just the two of you in the room and nobody else.

In that tension, Steve unfolded his arms and shifted in his seat to begin to lean in closer. But then suddenly the bell rang and it sent you both to break away, and made Steve lean back in his chair to clear his throat.

Your eyes dart to the window nervously and you catch Robin had turned away the moment you turned, you don’t find her actions suspicious and instead look down at your watch and get up from your seat at sight of the time. “I should head out. I’ve bothered you long enough.” You grab your bag from your chair and before you could walk out Steve stops you.

“I can take you home, it’s okay. It’s on my way home.”

“It’s not.” You point out with a faint smirk, “your house is on the opposite way.”

“Look, do you want me to take you or not?”

You sigh, but don’t hesitate to answer, “sure.”

Robin then comes into the room and walks to the small whiteboard to add two more tally marks to the ever so growing side that read ‘you suck’.

*LATER*

“Anyways I have something for you,” Steve mumbles and slightly lifts his body off his seat to pull out his wallet and open it to take out a folded up picture of the two of you. “Here. It’s the picture my mom took of us at graduation.” He shifts his wrist to offer you the picture, his eyes slowly drifting over to you. “She got them developed when you were in Oregon and told me to hand it to you when I could.”

A warm smile tugs on your lips and you take the picture from his hand to study the picture yourself, noticing albeit in that moment that Dustin wasn’t in the picture, it was just Steve and you grinning at the camera.

“Dustin isn’t in this,” you point out outloud and pull the picture closer to you.

“Nah,” Steve shrugs off. “I guess he got out.”

You keep looking at the picture of Steve and you and can’t help but focus on the fact that he has an arm around your shoulder and that he’s flashing a very charming grin. The folds on the paper were also a little deeper…

“Have you had this picture in your wallet for a while?” You couldn’t help but ask with a smug grin, earning an “unbothered” scoff and rejection.

“No. I just took it, but those creases are like that because I had it in my wallet all day, duh, don’t you know how that works?”

You giggle and touch your chest to sarcastically add, “so you haven’t had our picture in your wallet for two months. Tsk. I really thought you missed me that much.”

Steve rolls his eyes and rather than staying on topic he quickly shifts it to something else. “So what are you doing for the Fourth of July?”

You stay quiet for a moment to think of an answer that you hadn’t thought of yet, “uh, you know I really don’t know...perhaps stay with Eleven and my dad to watch the fireworks from our house.” You suddenly groan as you’re reminded of the problem that came with that, “oh and Mike too, I can’t forget him. Little pest.”

Steve nods and his eyes focus on the treeline that lay in front of your house. He then unbuckles himself and suddenly shifts his body to face you. You mimic his movements after double checking that no one was lurking nearby.

“Well,” he interjects and brushes his hair back. “Would you want to uh…go to the fair with me?”

Your eyes snap away from the picture to meet his with a very faint smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Yeah that’s cool,” you accept without thinking of it. “Just us? No kids?”

Steve looks at you nervously, “No. No Dustin or any of those annoying kids. Just us.” He runs a hand through his hair again but holds your gaze with a confidence in his eyes now, “like a date.”

You blink and feel your breaths come out deep. “Like a date?” You question before you try to pick at that. “Or is it a—”

Suddenly a pound on the window cuts you off and makes you both jump and look towards the location of the sound to see your dad by the door, with a cold glare that was directed at Steve.

“Let’s go y/n, it’s getting late.” He says from outside.

You grab onto your chest and recover first before you shoot him a glare and follow to look back at Steve with an awkward apologetic smile. “I’ll see you Steve.”

“Tomorrow?” He asks. “We can go see Dustin after work since he will be back from camp.”

You nod in agreement and open the door to slide off the seat and hear him greet your dad. “Hi chief.”

Your dad only responds with a low grunt before slamming the car door for you.

“What’s your problem?” You queried with bitterness once you’re far from Steve’s car.

Hopper shrugs with nonchalance. “What are you talking about?”

You scoff and nod slowly. “We have a deal, dad,” you remind him. “Twelve. It’s ten.”

“You didn’t make it to dinner,” he simply snaps back.

“Was Mike there?”

He sighs, “yeah.”

“Exactly.”

“Well,” Hopper sighs, “did you bring it?”

You grin and pull out a movie from your bag. “Yes!”

He groans and you catch his eyes rolling.

“Ah, Ah, my turn to pick the movie, you can’t complain.”

“I’ve watched this a hundred of times!”

“So?” You quip. “Watch it a hundred more.”

*THE NEXT DAY*

“Hey….hey!”

Your eyes snap open, you inhale deeply and look up to see Eleven standing in front of the couch with her eyes solely focused on Hopper barely waking up too.

“What? What?” He said and pulled his hand off your shoulder to wipe his eyes and see Eleven clearer.

“You fell asleep.” She pointed out the obvious. “You did not talk about Mike’s nana.”

You pull away from Hopper’s lap and wipe the grogginess from your eyes to then stretch your limbs out from the stiffness they were in after falling asleep on the couch while watching the movie.

Hopper sighs and stands up from the couch to throw Eleven a very assuring comment. “It was just a false alarm. You don’t have to worry.”

Eleven checks her watch and her eyebrows furrow before she walks back to the room.

“His nana?” You yawn out.

A smirk grows on Hopper's face and he shrugs you off. “Don’t worry about it.”

You do so without thought and complete your morning routine after resting for like fifteen more minutes.

The house is quiet after, and while you’re eating breakfast, and well you’re too busy rewatching the movie from last night that you didn’t notice that Mike wasn’t here yet.

“You wouldn't,” you whisper along with the movie whilst you eat your cereal. “I would. I’d die for you.” You smile to yourself and feel your heart flutter as the guy grabs the girl to kiss her passionately.

“…hey. What’s going on?”

You glance over at Eleven putting the phone back in its place while you eat a spoonful of cereal, and notice she ignored Hopper’s question by walking her back to the room and slamming the door shut.

The action makes you pull the spoon out of your mouth to look back and ask Hopper about it, but you notice right away that weird smirk on his face and you ask about that instead. “What’s going on? What’s up with that smirk on your face?”

Hopper's eyes drift to you and he shrugs to dismiss your curiosity, “nothing. It’s nothing.”

Your eyes narrow and you swallow your food to keep pressing him. “What do you know? Come on,” you begin to whisper. “Tell me.”

“Don’t worry I know nothing,” he continues to dismiss you. Instead he shifts around and chooses to change the subject to you. “What are you doing today?”

You turn back to eat another spoonful of cereal to then answer him while you continue to watch your movie. “I’m going to the mall.”

“Again?” He queried and walked over to you.

You look up at him and nod. “Yeah. I plan to do some shopping today. I want to get Eleven some things since she isn’t allowed to go to the mall, and I want to get summer clothes. Is there a problem?”

Hopper sits in front of you and mixes around his cereal first before he takes another bite and blurts. “As long as you're not seeing Harrington again. You were gone for two months, not an entire year. I thought you said you weren’t dating.”

You look down at your cereal bowl and think about what Steve said yesterday, about what was left uncalairfied. At least to you anyway.

There was a possibility that the two of you could be something else, but that was a big might. No thanks to your dad for interrupting the moment.

“We,” you hesitate, “aren’t. I told you already. What’s so wrong with Steve anyway? He’s a good friend.”

Hopper picks up his bowl to drink the remaining milk in his bowl before he sets it down and wipes his mouth to answer. “I don’t trust him. This good guy act. I’m just looking out for you.”

You prop your elbow on your table and slowly draw out a deep breath before you just avert the topic. “Anyway, I don't want to stay here to watch Eleven and Mike.”

Your dad's smirk returns and so does your curiosity for his odd behavior—“Trust me he’s not going to be coming back anytime soon.” He says in a low voice.

The smirk never leaves his lips as he picks his plate off the table to stand up and walk towards the sink, making sure to press a kiss on your forehead beforehand.

“By the way, put some more clothes on, you’re showing too much skin!”

You spare a glance at your black romper and just ignore his comment to focus back on the movie.

——

The strap on your shoulder begins to slip so you lift your occupied hands to push it back, whilst you pop the bubble of gum you had in your mouth and couldn’t help but smile as “Right Back Where We Started From, by Maxine Nightingale” begins to play in your headphones.

Yes, you did look strange walking the mall and shopping alone, but the only other friend you had your age was Jonathan and he worked and had his girlfriend to worry about, so you’re left on your own. Since, well, Eleven couldn’t go out either.

And well it's not like it mattered now that you were done since your goal was to visit Steve at work anyway. Furthermore, when you did make it to Scoops Ahoy, Dustin was already inside with Steve….doing a funny handshake in front of the counter that ended with him…stabbing…Steve with his “lightsaber”.

Since they were busy having their moment, neither of them noticed you, Robin caught you first and you both instantly shared a look over the interaction before she commented on it.

“How many children are you friends with?”

“Too many,” you snap back with your laugh stifled, earning Steve and Dustin’s immediate attention.

You walk further inside and grin at Dustin.

“Y/N!” He greets with a smile of his own.

“Dustin! You’re back!” You shout back in the same energy before you both meet in the middle and do a less complicated handshake.

“It’s good that you’re both here,” Dustin directs at Steve and you now after he turns to face the both of you. “After Steve serves me ice-cream I have something to tell you.”

Your face lights up and you chime in. “Oh I want him to serve me ice-cream too!”

Steve rolls his eyes in annoyance, but he does what you both want regardless. After that he joins Dustin and you as you walk to a booth inside the shop.

“So tell me y/n, how was Oregon?” Dustin asks.

You smile. “Great! I had fun, I hung out with my friends, went to cool beach parties, we went out to ride our dirt bikes, and you know well,” you snicker and nudge Steve’s arm. “We did other cool adult activities.”

Steve nods along with you, causing Dustin to groan at the both of you while he sat down and slid towards the middle of the seat. Steve and you sat on his opposite sides and now you questioned him. “You, how was camp?”

“Well,” Dustin begins with a smug grin. “I'm happy to announce that I have a girlfriend now. Hotter than Phoebe Cates.”

Steve and you share a quick judgmental look before he begins to interrogate him. “What’s this girl's name?”

“Her name is Suzie,” he pronounces her name out slowly as if neither of you could understand.”

You sigh, “Oh,” you pause and process the fact that yet another kid was dating someone before you—“So how did you win her over, huh? With Steve’s great ‘I don’t care’ advice.” You air quote.

“I think it’s great advice.” Steve whispers as he rolls his eyes.

Dustin shakes his head, “no actually, I went with your advice.” He points to you, before taking a mouthful of his ice-cream.

You can’t help but smile proudly before you wiggle your your eyebrows at Steve.

“Anyway, how about you two? Are you two—ow” he abruptly stops and shares a quick glance with Steve before coughing and taking a spoonful of ice-cream and just dropping whatever it was he was going to say.

Before you could question his abrupt stop, Steve speaks up. “You said she's hotter than Phoebe Cates?”

“Mhmm.” Dustin muses, shifting in his seat to face Steve, “brilliant too. And she says she doesn’t even care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth.”

You immediately scrunch your nose at Dustin’s comment, and have your mouth slightly open as you find no words to respond with.

“Wow. Yeah, that’s great. Proud of you man.” Steve congratulates him nicely, but you see that he’s just as uncomfortable as you are. “That’s ro—that’s kinda romantic, that’s like wow.”

“So do you really just get to eat as much of this as you want?” Dustin asks Steve, referring to the ice-cream.

“Yeah. I mean, sure. It’s not really a good idea for me, though, you know. I gotta keep in shape for the ladies.”

You roll your eyes and nod your head before you lean away from the table.

Robin then interrupts in an amused tone, “Yeah, and how’s that working out for you?”

“Ignore her.”

“She seems cool.” Dustin mentions.

“She’s not.”

You take a spoonful of your own ice-cream and focus your eyes on that instead of the boys in front of you or Robin in the shop.

“So, where are the other knuckleheads?” Steve continues to probe.

Dustin shakes his head, “they ditched me yesterday.”

“No.” You gasp and glance at him.

“My first day back. Can you believe that shit?”

“Whoa seriously?” Steve remarks.

“I swear to god. Mhm.” Dustin’s face then turns into a happier one as he turns away from his ice-cream and points to Steve and you. “They’re going to regret it, though, big time, when they don’t get to share in my glory.”

“Glory? What Glory?” Steve asked curiously.

Dustin moves closer to Steve and motions you to lean in closer.

You do as he says and listen intently.

“So, last night, we’re trying to get in contact with Suzie,” Dustin pauses.

“Oh, mhmm?” Steve discreetly looks up at you and shakes his head to Dustin’s comment. At first you’re lost as to why he shared such a gesture with you but it then hits and you don’t take long to figure out why; he thought Dustin’s girlfriend was fake, for the first few seconds after Dustin announced his girl you did question him, but you then figured that Dustin wouldn’t be one to lie about this kind of stuff so you chose to believe his claims.

“Mhm. And uh,” Dustin stops again, scanning the area before leaning closer to Steve and pulling you closer to him to whisper something to the table instead of his intended audience.

You furrow your eyebrows and quip, “What?”

Dustin clicks his tongue and inhales deeply before he begins to whisper something you couldn’t hear again.

“Just speak louder!”

“I intercepted a secret Russian communication!” Dustin shouted back, making everyone around you go quiet and turn to the three of you.

You ignore the looks and continue putting your attention on Dustin with more curiosity than before.

“Jeez. Shh. That’s what I thought you said.” Steve retorts. “Wait, what does that mean?”

“It means, Steve, y/n, we could be heroes.” Dustin answered quickly with pride, “true American heroes.”

You sigh deeply, “uhuh.”

“American heroes.” Steve nudged Dustin’s shoulder playfully as he reacts with more amusement than you had.

“Just think, you can have all the ladies you want and more.” Dustin continues to lure Steve whilst he waves his hands over the table to look in the distance with Steve all dumbfounded.

It makes you groan and roll your eyes in unamusemnt, and a little, just a little jealousy.

“What’s the catch?” Steve quickly questions Dustin.

“No catch, just need your guys help.”

“With what?” You ask and lean back to prop your elbow on the table.

Dustin pulls out a...dictionary. “Translation.”

You stay quiet for a moment but later stand up and slam your hands on the table. “Yeah, as fun as this sounds. I’m out of this one.”

Dustin and Steve both look at you taken back and confused. “What? Y/N, come on. You can’t break up the team.” Dustin complains.

You sigh and stand up to your full height, grabbing your bags from the ground. “Yeah, no, fame doesn’t really catch my attention, you two can have it all. And Steve, well he can have all the girls he wants.” The last sentence comes out more bitter than you had intended, but it was too late to take it back.

Steve looks at you panicked, “wait, no, what?!”

“No, you don’t even have to be mentioned, or maybe you can have all the guys you want, I don’t know. Just stay.” Dustin exclaims in his attempts to convince you.

Once again a sigh escapes you as you hesitate. And when you’re about to give an answer Dustin suddenly continues, “I forbid you from leaving. We’re a team! Like Han Solo, Princess Leia and Luke Skywalker.”

Steve and you share an amused look and hold back your laugh at Dustin’s simile.

“Yeah y/n, Come on.” Steve begins to make his own attempts too.

You hesitate longer to think for a moment.

What else were you going to do?

Nothing. Nothing at all. And well this is just going to be nothing…

A dramatic groan escapes your lips as you sit back down, earning a proud grin from Dustin and a more hidden smile from Steve.

“Okay,” you direct your comment to Dustin, “fine Chewbacca, I’ll do it.”

——

The tune. That annoying little tune!

The voice that keeps playing over and over again on an annoying loop was beginning to really get on your last nerve. Not only that but every time you’ve made a suggestion to help move things along you’re completely shut down.

Why ask for your help in the first place? If all they’re going to do is just ignore you.

“Okay, enough,” you blurt and reach for the recording to shut it off.

Dustin raises his arms to remark on your sudden outburst, but he gets cut off when you look over at Steve and question his silence. “So what do you think?”

Steve stops pacing back and forth and stops in front of Dustin and you to answer, “It sounded familiar.”

“What did?” You ask lazily.

“The music. The music right there at the end.” Steve muffled.

“Why are you listening to the music, Steve?” Dustin began to complain in an annoyed tone. “Listen to the Russian! We’re translating Russian.”

“Actually.” You sit up straighter and point to Steve, “you’re right! But from where?” You muse.

Dustin groans at your comment. “We’re translating Russian!”

“I’m trying to listen to the Russian, but there’s music-”

Robin barges into the room, causing Steve to stop whatever he was yelling.

“Alright, babysitting time is over. You need to get in there.” Robin interrupts, but instead of walking over to the table she rushes to the board to comment on the change. “Hey, my board. That was important data, shitbirds.”

You look at the board that was now invaded by random letters Steve and Dustin had “translated”, and raise your eyebrow to ask again, “what was on that board anyway?” Steve quickly turns his head to look at you and answer quickly, “nothing.”

You blink and look down at the tape again.

“I guarantee you, what we’re doing is way more important than your data.” Dustin rebuts.

“Yeah?” Robin probes.

“Yeah.”

Robin walks over to the table now. “And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyways?” Robin questions, making a smirk grow on your face while both boys looked at each other alarmed on how exactly she knew that information, before also quickly falling into an argument.

“Hello, I can hear you. Actually, I can hear everything. You are both extremely loud.” Robin interjects and points to Steve and Dustin. “You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you’re trying to translate, but haven’t figured a single word because you didn’t realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet than we do. Sound about right?”

“Exactly!” You exclaim proudly.

“Which by the way y/n had correct since the beginning, you guys should listen to her more often.”

You genuinely smile up at her and bow your head. “Thank you.” You look over at Steve and Dustin to beam at them.

In a quick motion Robin suddenly tries to reach over the table to get the tape, but Steve is faster and snatches it first. “Whoa! What do you think you’re doing?”

“I wanna hear it?” She shrugs in nonchalance.

Dustin and Steve ask in sync, “why?”

“‘Cause maybe I can help.” She continues to say. “I’m fluent in four languages you know.”

“Russian?” Dustin asks her.

“Ou-yay, are-yay, umb-day.”

Dustin and Steve look at each-other wide eyed in amazement, while you just frown and shake your head.

“That was pig Latin, dingus.” Robin teased.

“Idiot.” Steve remarked to Dustin as he smacked his shoulder with his banana peel.

“But I can speak Spanish and French and Italian, and I’ve been in band for 12 years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me.” Robin continues and sits across from you. “Come on, it’s your turn to sling ice-cream, my turn to translate. I don’t even want credit. I’m just bored,” she finishes saying and leans between Dustin and you to motion for the tape.

Without looking to council with your friends, and shoving away the fact that you still felt at odds with Robin—maybe a little less now since she was turning out to be cool. You accept her in your group.

“I say you’re in. She can be the Luke Skywalker of our group.” You say lazily and rest your chin on your propped arm.

“Hey!” Dustin remarks. “I'm the Luke of our group.”

You snort and shift your eyes to him to reassure him. “Hey! It’s okay, think about it, who would Han Solo be without Chewbacca?”

“Cool,” Dustin nods along. “I’m Han Solo.”

“No,” Steve corrects him. “You’re Chewbacca man. Obviously.”

“Hey we’re going off track here!” Robin interjects and motions for the tape again.

This time Steve drops his hesitance and hands Robin the tape so he could walk to the front of the shop, leaving the three of you in a short silence before Robin starts listening to the tape.

However you couldn’t take it anymore, the not knowing was killing you, you needed to just alleviate your curiosity.

It would just be a simple question. One. Harmless.

Maybe then you could stop feeling the tension pulling you back from actually getting to know her.

“So…Robin,” you roll out slowly whilst you stand up and walk over to erase all the letters off the whiteboard. “Can I ask you one thing?”

The tape pauses and you hear a shift. “Sure,” she assures you, “ask away. I’m all ears.”

You stop what you’re doing and inhale slowly to peer over your shoulder and finally reveal your question. “Steve and you,” you breathe out and look back at the white board. “He talked about you during our phone calls.” You swallow thickly and begin to regret asking. “It seems like he really enjoys working here with you. And as his friend I want to know, since you seem to get along, is there something going on? Hmm?”

There's silence for a moment before Robin suddnely snorts and gives you the answer you’ve seeked. “No! Oh gosh no. Steve is not my type. Don’t worry about it. There’s nothing going on between me and Steve, okay?”

You sigh in relief and let your smile tug on your lips now that you feel your chest lighter than before.

“Was that holding us back?” She doesn’t hesitate to say, making your breath catch in your throat. “Because if it was I’m sorry I didn’t say it before you know. I really feel like we can be friends, you know, so let’s just forget that tension,” she keeps rambling on while you finish wiping the board. “And let me repeat myself, there’s nothing going on between Steve and I.”

You grab a marker and finally turn to head back to your seat. When you’re sitting down you smile at Robin and add your comment. “I was just curious. And I agree with you. I feel like we can be friends. It’d be nice to finally have a girl friend, and another smart, logical friend.”

“Hey!” Dustin remarks

Robin shoots you a grin and then adds one last thing. “And just so you know, Steve really looked forward to your calls when you were away.” She shoots you a smirk and then presses play on the tape, leaving you a bit baffled.

——

It had taken a lot of time and a lot of effort from Robin, Dustin and you, but you had it.

And when you did get a win, you ran over to the window to open the shutters to peek your head out and inform him, “we have our first sentence.”

Steve walks to the window with ice-cream cones in his hands. “Oh, seriously?”

In a fake Russian accent you translate what you have, “the week is long.”

Steve frowns. “Well that’s thrilling.” He answers sarcastically.

“I know.” You shrug. “But, progress.” You smile and as you’re about to go back, a certain familiar brunette catches your eye. You lean in closer out the window to the point your whole body is practically out, “El?”

Steve moves to the side and it is her, and Max.

“What are you doing here? You’re not allowed to be out.”

Eleven and Max look at one another and giggle, causing you to press her again a bit more strictly. “Excuse me? Answer?”

“Girls day,” Eleven finally says with a smile.

You look between the two girls and part your lips to argue against her and demand her to go home…but well it’s not like you’d be home with her anytime soon, and well…she needs more freedom. And well you can’t be mad either, you’d do what she did too.

“Okay,” you sigh. “But please make it home before it gets dark, okay? We don’t need dad getting us both in trouble. Okay?”

Eleven nods.

You offer her a small smile and continue. “Have fun and don’t waste too much money.”

Max and Eleven giggle in their funky outfits and once Steve hands them their ice-cones they ran off in that same joy.

At least it isn’t Mike.

“Cute.” Steve says when he looks back at you, “you’re all sisterly now.”

You narrow your eyes and furrow your brows. “Sisterly?” You remark.

“Yeah,” Steve shrugs. “You know because you’re giving her advice like a big sister. Sisterly.”

You giggle. “Sisterly.” You tease him.

——

“The week is long, the silver cat feeds, when blue meets yellow in the west.”

It didn’t make sense, none of it did, but it was finally done. It did take all day, but it’s done. Part of it anyway.

“I mean, I just, It just can’t be right.” Steve went on as he locked up the parlor.

“It’s right.” Robin added.

“Honestly, I think this is great news.”

“How is this great news?” Steve remarks Dustin’s comment as he begins to walk by your side. “I mean,” Steve feigned an unamused and unconvinced chuckle, “so much for being American heroes. It’s total nonsense.”

You roll your eyes at his “heroes” comment whilst you cross your arms over your chest.

“Or more like a bad attempt at a rhythm.” You chuckle dryly.

Dustin scoffs and comments. “It’s not nonsense. It’s too specific. It’s obviously a code.”

“What do you mean, a code?”

“Like a super secret spy code.” Dustin clarifies.

“That’s a total stretch.” Steve dismissed him.

Robin shrugs, “I don’t know, is it?

Steve’s eyebrows knot at Robin’s comment, “you’re buying into this?”

“I mean just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission.” Robin continues.

You scoff and nod to express your agreement, “exactly. And what’d you think they were going to say? ‘Fire the warhead at noon?’”

“Exactly!” Dustin interjects.

“The translation y/n and I did is correct. I know that for sure, so “the silver cat feeds” why would anyone talk like that, unless they were trying to mask the true meaning of something.”

“Exactly.”

“Why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message, unless the message was somehow sensitive?” You add excitedly as you drop your hands to your side.

“Exactly!” Robin and Dustin both agree at the same time.

“So I guess that confirms your suspicion.” Theirs a a little pride in your word. It’s not that you really believed it, or tried to debunk the situation, it was all just something for entertainment, something to keep you busy.

“Evil Russians.” Dustin comments.

Robin nodded. “I can’t believe I’m about to agree with this strange child, but, yeah, totally evil Russians.”

“So, how do we crack it?”

“Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges.”

As you’re about to comment, you’re suddenly being pulled to the side by Steve.

Your eyebrows immediately furrow and your mouth parts as you’re about to complain at the sudden action, but as you come to a halt in front of a toy horse your face expresses amusement.

“You need a quarter there Stevie.” You taunt in a baby voice.

“The horse.” Steve mutters as he frantically searches his pockets.

You begin to giggle at his unknown attempts and sudden reasons for riding this fake horse. You don’t realize he’s still holding on to your hand until he drops it to use both hands to pull out a pile of change.

“Hey Steve, y/n! What are you guys doing?!” Robin calls out.

You begin to giggle harder, “I think Steve’s inner child is coming out! Again.”

“Uh, it’s a quarter, I need—” Steve muses, before slightly turning to you, “do you have a quarter?”

You grin joyfully and laugh harder, making him yell out, “quarter!”

You pull one out of your bag and hand it to him.

Robin chuckles before her and Dustin join your side.

“Sure you’re tall enough for that ride?” She quips.

Steve then crouch’s down to insert the quarter, making the horse start playing a funny tune and begin moving. You don’t really pay attention as you’re still caught off guard and amused by Steve’s strange behavior.

“You need help getting up, little Stevie?” Robin jokes, making Dustin, you and her laugh together.

Steve throws up his hand, “shh! Would you three just shut up and listen?”

You bite your bottom lip to hold back your laugh as you attempt to listen. Once you do it’s when you finally notice the annoying familiar music that’s playing.

“Shit,” your face drops into a more serious one as you crouch down next to Steve, “the music!”

“The music!” Dustin comments after you.

You snap your head towards Dustin and throw out your hand. “Tape?!”

He quickly pulls down his backpack and takes out the recording to hand it to you so you could play it.

“I don’t understand.” Robin shrugs.

“It’s the exact same song on the recording.” You explain.

“Maybe they have horses like this in Russia.” She says.

Steve shakes his head in disapproval. “Indiana flyer”, I don’t think so. This code, it…didn’t come from Russia.” He

turns to face the three of you, “it came from here.”

You all stare at him in disbelief, all the amusement from before fading away. Some part of you wanted to believe it was all real, but the majority of you still thought this was just some joke.

It couldn’t be right. Russian spies in Hawkins? No it can’t be....but then again it’s Hawkins, shit only gets stranger.

But it couldn’t be true...right?

“Tomorrow,” Steve says and stands back up. “We meet at Scoops Ahoy to investigate more.”

Your dad wouldn’t like it, but eh, who cares.

“You,” he points at you as you’re walking towards the exit again. “You need a ride home?”

You nod. “Yeah, my dad isn’t home so yes please.”

Steve nods and pulls out his keys to throw them up and catch him in his palm.

“See ya, y/n,” Robin shouts and then smirks at Steve. “Don’t suck Harrington.”

Dustin chuckles while he walks to the other side with her but you catch the confusion on his face as he’s looking away. He whispers something and begins this secret conversation but Steve made sure you weren’t paying attention.

“So,” you begin to bring up a question. “We never finished our conversation yesterday…”

Steve puts his finger up to force you to pause so he could get in the car and start it first before closing his door and beginning to mess with his stereo, causing Elvin Bishop’s song, “Fooled Around And Fell In Love” to play. However he quickly lowers the song and laughs nervously.

“Random song,” he muttered.

Once your stuff is secured in the back and you have your seatbelt on is when you choose to continue.

“What did you mean by date? Just so we’re on the same page.”

Steve averts his gaze and begins to drive out of the parking lot, making sure to take a moment before he gives you the answer. “It’s a friend date. You know, completely platonic.”

“Oh,” you whisper and feign a smile while you look out of the window. “Okay.”

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[jomarchlover]

Heather

Hi guys! This is my first fanfic that I have ever posted, so sorry if it’s a little cringey or something. I hope y’all enjoy! Love you guys<3

Summary: You are a new member of the stranger things cast and you are getting interviewed with the rest of the cast.

Lots of fluff and gender neutral.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of anxiety and feeling less than.

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“So y/n were you scared to start working with your other cast members since you came in on the third season?” The interviewer asked looking over at you expectantly.

“Um yes I was extremely scared. I felt so anxious the entire casting process and then I was so happy to get the role, but then I started feeling really anxious again thinking about how I was going to be acting around some really talented people and of course I didn’t want to mess up and ruin the production. Before I first met the cast I cried for like an hour and finally my mom told me just be the best you can be and so I walked in there with my head held high and immediately went to the farthest corner away from everybody. I was so shy for about the first three weeks of filming but I realized it was affecting my acting so I decided to just completely go for it and be myself and I am so glad I did, because I have made some of the best friends possible.” You rambled on. Slightly blushing after realizing you had just revealed a lot about yourself.

“Oh y/n/n you're going to make us cry” Finn said wiping away fake tears. The heat instantly started rushing into your cheeks. You had liked Finn since the first time you met. He was so cute and nice and also liked similar bands to you. You guys instantly bonded over your love of vinyl.

“Yeah y/n was so shy when they first came on the show we all thought at first they just didn’t like us, but it didn’t take much for us to realize they were just nervous to talk to everyone. The duffers even came to us and told us that at first y/n would probably be very shy but would slowly begin to open up to us. I remember the first time they laughed at a joke and everyone just kinda stopped and looked at them. They have one of the sweetest laughs.” Milly said.

Your heart warmed to Millie’s compliment and you gave her a little kpop heart while blushing. You should really get this blushing under control. It was getting ridiculous at this point.

“Oh y/n/n don’t get all embarrassed on us.” Caleb says laughing reaching over to pinch one of your now inflamed cheeks.

“Sorry I just get so embarrassed remembering how shy I was. I have grown so much since then, and the cast has really helped me gain so much confidence.” You said honestly looking at the interviewer.

“Y/n is like the cast’s baby.” Finn says looking over you.

“I am not.” They reply sassily. Everybody busts out laughing.

“Okay now the next question is for Finn.” The interviewer says looking over at Finn with an evil glint in his eye. You began to feel nervous. He was going to get a bad question wasn’t he.

“Shoot,” Finn says nonchalantly.

“I heard a rumor that you had a crush on one of your castmates while filming. Is this true?”

Now it was Finn’s turn to begin blushing. You had never heard of him having a crush on someone before. Was it Milly? You had thought you and Finn were pretty good friends now why wouldn’t he have told you?

“Man where do you guys get this info? You gotta tell me your source man.” Says Finn jokingly.

“Oh come on now don’t be shy Finny, tell the nice man the truth.” Milly said in a sing-song voice.

“Yeah come on Finn,” said Noah in the back. “Don't be shy.”

“Umm well I guess I may have had a small crush on one of the cast members.”

“Can we hear any details?”

“Well I’m not going to give any details but they are one of the sweetest, most beautiful people in the entire world and I still can’t believe that I was so lucky to even work in the same room as them.

“Wow that doesn’t sound like a little crush that sounds a lot like love my friend.” The interviewer says jokingly to Finn.

After that little escapade the interview seemed to end quite shortly after. It had actually been a lot of fun. You had never been interviewed on tv before, but still even amidst all the excitement you couldn’t help but think back to Finn's crush. Who was it? Was it Natalia? Maya? Sadie? Gaten? There were so many options each of your castmates were extremely beautiful and talented and smart, in a way that you could never be. Your mood immediately dampened thinking of that. In the words of Conan Gray “I wish I were Heather,” right about now. You continued walking along with the cast back to the suv that had taken you to the interview. You were first to the car so you did the courteous thing and climbed into the very back row. Finn right at your heels. Noah and Millie sat in the next row and Caleb sat in the front seat. Each of you had a lot of space since Gaten and Sadie didn’t come to this interview due to scheduling conflicts, yet Finn still sat so close to you could feel your leg touching against his.

Not five minutes into the ride everyone except you and Finn were immersed into a very loud and heated discussion about their thoughts on whether or not the french fries from McDonalds tasted better than the french fries from Wendy’s. Personally you didn’t like french fries so you just continued to stare out of the window to look at the scenery.

After a minute or two you felt two eyes boring into the side of your head, you turned slightly to your right and saw that finn was staring at you. Why was he looking at you? Dang you had a booger didn’t you? Oh god if you had a booger and finn saw it you would probably die from embarrassment.

“Okay I can’t handle not knowing do I have something on my face? Please just tell me.” You said turning fully towards finn and looking deep into his dark brown eyes.

“You.. uh. No..you don’t.. I just.. ugh. “

You sat patiently waiting for him to finish. Still staring at him expectantly he visibly sighed and looked back towards you.

“I mean no you don’t have any thing on your face other than your facial features.”

You laughed a little noticing his odd wording.

“Well that is good to hear because I thought I saw you looking at me and wasn’t for sure If I did or not.”

Finn let out a small jittery chuckle “No. Nope. You're totally good. Everythings good. I'm good. YOu're good. You look goo-.”

Your eyes widened, was he just about to say you looked good? Did he think you were pretty? No get that out of your head he clearly likes someone else, someone you're probably friends with and like too. Now that you couldn’t get your mind off of the topic again you decided to be brave and ask him about it.

“So..” You said turning your head towards him. He looked back at you looking nervous about what you were gonna say next. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable because I know it’s none of my business, but how come you never told me you had a crush on one of our cast mates?

“Oh so you heard that.” He said, turning his head to look down at his feet.

“Well yeah I think everyone heard that.” You said sarcastically. “I don’t want to make you feel like you have to tell me but if you wanna talk about it I can keep a pretty good secret.”

“Oh I know that. Remember that one time Sadie whispered something to you and you couldn’t stop laughing for like three hours straight? Filming literally got pushed back a day, and you wouldn’t tell anyone what she had told you because she asked you to keep it a secret.”

You felt yourself giggling thinking about what she had told you trying to get a reign on yourself you forced yourself to stop focusing on the joke and start focusing on something else. “Wow I’m surprised you remember that if I'm being completely honest. I mean you weren’t even in that scene.”

“Yeah but I like to watch you.” His eyes widened and he suddenly turned to look at your reaction. “I mean I like to watch you act because you’re a great actor/actress.”

Your cheeks began to redden at his words. He likes to watch you. He liked to watch you. He thought you were a great actor/actress. You kept repeating his words in your head and you felt yourself get more giddy each time you rethought of his previous words.

“You’re a pretty good actor yourself Mr. Wolfhard.”

“Thank you.” Now Finn was blushing. He looked so cute when he blushed. Well really he looked so cute when he did anything. You suddenly felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Gosh you wished you could just kiss his freckled cheeks. Sadly, you thought that might give away that you have a crush on him. You knew you were staring but you just couldn’t make yourself stop. He was so gorgeous.

You both quickly made eye contact and looked away at each other. He likes someone else you had to repeat to yourself. You felt nauseous thinking about Finn with someone else but you wanted your friend to be happy. You were so curious so you decided to bring it up one last time.

“So do I get to know who the lucky person is that you have your eyes set on? I’ll even guess and you can tell me if I get it right or wrong if you are comfortable with that.”

“Yeah I don’t think you’ll guess correctly but you can try.”

You sat for a second and tried to think of everything that was said about this person. “Okay well apparently they are one of our cast mates and they’re very sweet, beautiful and talented. That could really be anyone now that i’m thinking about it.” You began stroking your imaginary beard.

Finn was just watching you with an amused look on his face.

“Okay I have my first official guess.”

“And who would that be my love?”

“The only person who I truly believe matches that description is David.” You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself.

“OMG how did you know?!” Finn says dramatically.

Tapping your forehead you whispered in your best british accent, “Just a brilliant mind I guess.”

“You are so close yet so far away from the correct answer.” Finn said in mock disappointment.

“Hmm who could it be. Who could it be.” As soon as you finished talking Millie's joyful laugh ripped through the van, and as you turned to Finn as he turned to Millie. You immediately knew who he liked. He liked- no loved Millie as the interviewer had put it. You could never compete with her. Milly was confident, gorgeous, kind and smart. All things that you seriously lacked.

Once everything died back down Finn turned to you and said, “Okay final answer. If you get this one wrong I guess you'll never know who The Finn Wolfhard likes.” After seeing the loving look he gave Millie you really didn’t want to keep playing this stupid game. It was clear to you now all the moments that you had ignored between them but you couldn’t continue to do that. There was clearly a lot of chemistry between the two, and who were you to stand in between that?

“Okay but for real I know who you like.” You said suddenly leaned closer to make sure not to give away the secret to prying ears. As much as you loved them you wouldn’t tell Finn’s secret no matter what.

“It’s Millie.”

Finn suddenly gave you a baffled look. “Wow for a second I thought you were going to say the correct answer, but clearly not.”

“Don’t be rude and you don’t have to lie to me anymore. Jokes over. I know the truth and so do you.” You turned back away the second you felt the tears begin to burn at the back of your eyes. Oh no. This was just great you were going to start sobbing next to your crush just because he doesn’t like you. You felt so pathetic. You never thought a boy would have this much hold over you. How had you even let this happen? This is absolutely ridiculous.

Almost as if he could sense you getting upset Finn leaned in close to you and whispered into your ear, “I don’t like Millie. I only have eyes for one person and they’re sitting right next to me.”

You didn’t turn around but you knew he saw your back stiffen as soon as he said the words.

“If this is a joke I will never speak to you again.” You said slowly turning towards him wiping the tears away from your eyes.

“I would never joke about something this important y/n/n. The first time I saw you, I immediately knew I wanted to be your everything. You make me feel a way no one else ever has. I get all tongue tied around you and I get butterflies in my stomach, but it’s so worth it if I get to be by your side even for a second. I have loved you and will continue to love you for the rest of my life.”

You were in disbelief at his words. You would've never imagined he could have ever felt this way about you.

“I feel the same way about you, Finny. You’re the sweetest person I have ever met.”

And then you were both smiling like fools at each other. You probably stared at each other for ten minutes straight before you each turned away. But you let out a happy sigh when Finn’s hand found your own and you intertwined your pinky’s together.

That's how you sat for the rest of the ride. Neither of you spoke or looked at each other. You both just continued to look out of the windows and revel in the fact that you both liked each other.

[dacreshoney]

chapter 2 things in common

chapter 2 of my new stranger things/billy Hargrove x reader series

summary: The new kid on the block billy Hargrove, the two baddest kids in Hawkins catch each other eyes, billy realises he might not want to just f**** and chuck Y/N and some serious tension between the two 

warnings: flirting/smut, swearing and actions some people may not agree with - mentions of abuse and drugs

Drink driving - do not do 

(I do not condone any behaviours)

read to find out more

(sorry to skip a few) a few weeks into the story - you and billy had started to get to know each other a little more, both of you didn't really want a relationship, well that's what you told yourselves anyway. You and Harrington had made up after your summer fling, you both decided you were better as friends after he had told you about him getting closer to one of the kids in your neighbourhood you babysat, dustin - demegorg story (will go into detail in a few chapters later) 

You and billy had made your way to some cliffs in Hawkins and made yourselves comfy in Billys camaro watching over the cliffs as the sun sets, you had been talking for hours and hours. The past few weeks billy has been your getaway when things got rough and him to you, with neither of you really going into detail about what, you just clicked together like a missing puzzle piece. 

after a few hours you set off back to your house and billy spoke:

“ I like you, first girl in this sh** hole that hasn't fell at my feet or will do or say anything to please me” billy uttered to you as he placed one arm over the chair behind your head. 

“that sure of yourself hey Hargrove?” you laughed as you pulled up outside your house and looked into his eyes, you noticed your dad had just arrived back to the house in his sheriffs car, you tried your best to avoid eye contact with him.  you hadn't gone into much detail about who your dad was or what he did, didn't want to scare the poor boy off. 

“dads the sheriff huh? best stay clear then” billy laughed as he removed his arm from the back of the chair. 

“the sh*****t one going, so you don't need to worry a pretty hair on your head”  I claimed 

Billy looked at you a little concerned to the tone of how you spoke about your dad and asked “not so keen on your old man I've gathered?” 

before you knew it, words just started to blurt out, you felt comfortable with billy and you had an inkling he would have a very similar response. 

“to be honest, he's not much of a great old man, really needs to search the word dad up in the dictionary” 

Billy looked a little confused at first, but could link two and two when it came to dysfunctional relationships and he spoke gently “you know, I know what you mean with the not so good on the daddy department, but you know Y/N if you ever need anything, my blue little Camaro is only a block away” 

You giggled at billy, he always knew what to say to make you drift out of those depressing episodes, you lent over and gave him a peck, your lips touching slightly, you both had craved just that little bit of touch for a few weeks, but you'd never want to admit it. You both just looked dat each other, taking it no further and you replied: 

“ thanks billy, you know I really do appreciate it, not so mr tough guy after all huh?” you smiled as you stepped out the car giving billy a quick wave as you headed towards your house. 

You entered your house to then be bombarded with questions and a drunk dad raising his hand to the right of your head, slamming the door shut, he shouted 

“ who the f**k was that you little sl*t” 

“ nn.. no.. no one dad” you said whimpering as you tried to move away, he pushed you against the door and held you by the throat and shouting again, spitting in your face; 

“don't you lie to me you wh**e, I saw you with that piece of trash from round the block, you know I've had one or two complaints from his house, I should of known you'd be involved with him, huh so what is it? hmm..” he pressed on to you, getting right into your face as you had tears coming to your eyes, you had officially had enough of the sh**, your dad continued to hound you “ ANSWER ME you cu*t”  he shouted one more time, breaking his glass bottle and catching your arm with it, trying to teach your a lesson, your neck has started to bruise a little from the pressure of his hands. Then that was it, it just released, you scream in which it pushed him back into the sofa, like a wave of Ange and power forcing him off you, and screamed “ I said, get the hell off me” .. 

you ran to your room, locking the for behind you, you went to your wardrobe , finding anything you could to put in a bag and on, you couldn't stay there any longer than you had to. You fixed yourself up, tried to hide the bruising and cuts but you were chugging down the vodka you had in your room so you really couldn't tell what the hell you was doing. you knew where you were heading and that was heathers party. 

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As much as you ached, you looked sexy and you knew it, you would of took the jacket off but then people would see the cuts and bruises. You jumped out your window and headed towards your car, where you couldn't even function the key fob you were that pissed. The engine started and let’s say, its a good job you were the sheriffs daughter because that driving was not road legal. 

You arrived at heathers, you jumped out your car which you attempted to park, in which you failed miserably. Making your way through the crowd, stumbling a little you spotted him, that's right, Billy Hargrove with his left arm raised and leaning right over Tammy’s head, most likely flirting. you locked eyes straight away and he could tell you were pissed at him, you rolled your eyes and stormed off to find Steve. Steve was leaning against the kitchen island and you slurred to him “hey babe, fancy pouring me a drink” as you lent your arm over his shoulders, Steve hesitant at first as he could tell you were drunk but then he gave in as you gave him your famous puppy dog eyes that no one could every day no to. You and billy liked to play games with each other, that was your thing, at least sober you could handle it or at least pretend to handle it, you played each other and tried to make the other jealous. It sure as hell had worked, you knew you were starting to fall for him, but you could never admit it to yourself. Both of you were so alike, but you would never admit that. 

‘ songs playing next are - rock you like a hurricane scorpions - no one like you by scorpions and running up that hill Kate bush’ 

Billy saw you dancing with Steve, so he then grabbed Tammy by the waist and started dancing with her, slightly grinding at her waist. He knew this would send you over the edge with him, but he just wanted you to come over and admit that to him. You were going to flip, until you knew exactly what to do to piss him off, there was one thing billy and you had done together and he knew how you were when you were on drugs, flirtatious, forward and completely let loose. you headed towards Tommy who you knew would be right near billy so he could overhear you.

“hey Tommy, you want to do a bag?” you stumbled towards Tommy, leaning against him with your hands on his shoulders. Tommy looked straight at billy, those two weren't on the greatest terms at the moment so he obliged with Y/N request. Tommy placed his c*ke onto his finger in which you sniffed in one, billy was furious and stormed over to the kitchen. The c*ke had hit and you were completely in a haze, now for phase two of pissing billy off, no care in the world you got up onto the pole stand in heathers living room, her mum did pole so everyone loved her for that. You started to dance seductively on the pole, more eyes heading your way as you started to tease and take off your jacket, not realising you still had the cuts and bruises. 

No one like you scorpions playing: 

There's no one like you I can't wait for the nights with you I imagine the things we'll do I just want to be loved by you

Billy’s POV:

you had had it, Y/N was up to her usual tricks tonight, you wish shed had just come up to you when she saw you with Tammy, if only she knew what you were talking about. No flirting involved, but typical Y/N jumping to conclusions yet again. 

.....

soon as Y/N asked Tommy for a bag you knew you had to watch her every move, only you two together had experienced that, the free emotions and movements you had with each other, the way you felt with each other, it was only meant for you two. Billy had turned to find Y/N dancing on the pole in the living room, his blood started to boil as he watched her start to tease he had to do something, he realised there was blood on her arm, he paced over straight away, dragging her outside before anyone else could see. This was his girl and no way in hell would he let anyone take advantage of her. 

Y/N POV: 

“I swear to god billy, get your f*c*ing hands off me” you screamed as billy dragged you by the arm to the outside porch. billy faced to turn you, his veins popping out his head when he gets angry and shouted 

“im not fu*c*ing letting go until you tell me what the f*ck you are playing at, first dancing with Harrington, then sniffing and don't get me started on the pole.. and lastly you wanna explain these cuts on your arm?” 

“why do you care hargrove huh? you basically were in Tammy hem brooks fu*c*ing pants early, go back and fu*k her, but thank you for noticing and pretending to care about my welfare” you hiccuped as you tried to walk down the porch. Billy chased after you and shouting right back 

“no I fuc*ing wasn't, if you actually had come up to me instead of playing easy with Steve, you'd of found I was turning her down because of you”

You harshly turned round to face him, without wanting to throw up with how fast you spun around and said “ don't you dare call me easy and two sorry to ruin your whoring, make sure you go apologise to Tammy for me, sorry I'm not one of these girls billy that jumps straight into your bed at the drop of a hat”

the screaming and shouting carried on for a few minutes, you ended up screaming right at billy, unknowingly letting loose of some of your powers again, some of the street lights shattered: you had made a larger crack in the gate to the upside down. Billy placed his hand on your throat in which he instantly regretted and you said “get your hands off me now billy, don't you ever touch me like that again I swear to god” billy shook at what he just witnessed and two the fact he had done something he never thought he would do and that was raise a hand to someone he loves. 

“you ever raise a hand to me like that again billy and you are dead to me, you got it” you moved your body away, your eyes tearing up. Tears streamed out of his eyes and anger hit when he restored his eyes back to the cuts and bruises,

“ who the fu*k did that to you Y/N?” he questioned with worry, billy had told you about his dad Neil and what he did to billy, you had never really let on about your dad because you tried to be there for him as much as possible without going into your own problems. 

“ not the only one with an abusive dad now are you billy” you sarcastically replied. Billy tried to ignore the sarcasm and instantly felt concerned and worried for Y/N safety. 

“I will kill him Y/N and the lights, what the f*ck happened there?” 

“don't pretend you care billy please, I don't need you lying to me, if all you was is to get me into bed then you can f*ck right off” I stormed off 

“ i’m not lying Y/N, ffs why don't you believe me?”  he chased after you 

“then why billy huh? why do you care?” you questioned laughing as you walked off

“because I fu*c*ing love you Y/N god dammit” and there it was, billy had finally let loose of his feelings for the first time in his life since his mother left. You both paused and looked each other in the eyes, the arguing had sobered you up a little and you realised what he had said. 

“I love you billy” 

You both jumped at each other passionately, leaping into one another arms and you touched lips, wrapping your legs around his waist, not leaning the kiss. You both had made your way to your car, rustling about to find your keys and open the door. You made yourselves comfy in the back seats, taking off each others clothes, all billy could could do was stare and admire your body, tracing his finger tips over the scars all the way down your belly. He then placed kissed from your breasts to the lining on your panties. You let out a moan in which sent shivers down billy’s spine at the thought of pleasing you. 

“you like that princess?” billy asked, kissing and licking your lining as he looked you straight in the eyes, all you could do was moan his name and plead for more

“yesss billy, uhh please”

“please what princess, huh? what do you want from me” billy muttered, his head between your thighs, placing kisses along the slit of your parts, gently edging his tongue to your clit.

“fu*k billy, fu*k me please” you pleaded with him, edging your head up to push him on the other side of the seat, placing yourself between his legs for a change, kissing his torso: training scratch marks down his belly with your fingernails, this man was yours and you were going to make sure he and everyone knew it. Billy was loving every second, you placed your mouth on the tip of his cock edging your tongue out and swirling it around the tip driving him wild. He grabbed your hair with his hand and tugged your head bag with dominance and said 

“don't play with me baby” billy smiled, biting his lip

“or what huh, what you going to do to me” I played on the words. After that billy pulled you up onto his lap, placing you on his bulge and pressing his body into yours ready in position. “

you sure you wanna do this baby? its not your first time is it?” billy asked, searching for a condom in his wallet, you placed your hands on his cheek and gave him a soft kiss and muttered 

“more than ready billy and no its not my first, does that bother you?” you asked, billy smiled and kissed your forehead and claimed 

“nothing you do would ever bother me, besides I like a woman with a little experience” 

you smiled at each other, then both ready he edge his tip slightly into your core, soaking wet you Mae his access a little easier with how tight you were around him. “f*ck Y/N, ride me baby, show me I'm yours” billy moaned into your ear, every motion edging him further. You continued to ride him, picking up your pace, getting a little rough you made scratches on his chest and placed your hand on his throat, choking him a little as you neared your peak. Billy gave you a smirk as you choked him as he grabbed your ass and clenched it as he starting pumping his cum into you. both reaching your climax you both panted into each others necks slowly releasing from each other. 

“ I meant what I said you know” billy spoke softly, holding your chin upwards to face him, “I love you Y/N Johnson”

you gave him a kiss in which you replied “and I love you billy hargrove” 

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— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: eddie’s last moments and thoughts.

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— 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐨𝟑

OF COURSE HIS PLAN WASN’T FOOLPROOF - he’d always prided himself to be a ‘fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants’ decision maker. And, thus far in his twenty years, this reckless, and presumptuous, mindset hadn’t royally screwed his ass.

Perhaps it was because it served him to flee the bullies in middle school as they tailed him on their bikes after school one afternoon, and he had opted to toss himself and his own bicycle down a slight ravine rather than be forced off it by a throng of pimply jackasses. The hurl down the embankment was a beacon of his graceless nature, and his ultimate reward was a stark white cast on his arm and a pissed off uncle. Or when he was fifteen, and his neighbor in the trailer park had purchased a 1981 Chevrolet Z/28 Camarao - he reasoned that the beer-gutted, slick haired fifty-something procured it through drug money (not that he could necessarily judge) - and with nimble fingers had hot-wired it one summer afternoon. No license, nervous system slightly abuzz with half a bottle of beer.

But, now it seemed to be blatantly and cruelly failing him, all his fortune with his prior cavorts with Death wasted and crumbling into a pitiful heap. A pitiful heap. That’s what he was now, as he had been forced onto his back by the deluge of demonic creatures swooping over his head, their raucous bellows resounding amidst the vague thunder.

The garbage can lid he had adorned with nails and his spear were discarded somewhere beyond the strained curls of his quivering fingertips. He’d never reach their salvation, not with how many of these asshole bats were ambushing him, barbed fangs drawn and keen for any flesh they could come across - not when he was the sole distraction for Dustin and the others. Not when his body was being torn apart.

His throat was throbbing, body vigored with a heat that wandered far from the bitter cold of the Upside Down. His stiff and aching back was cradled subtly in the grinds of dirt and foreign particles — all a fine mixture of blood, his own and those of the bats he had managed to slash down. His chest throbbed with oozing lacerations on skin that had been exposed by shreds of his shirt, his legs twitching subtly with instinct to claw away to safety, to where he could thinly hear approaching footsteps. He could have crawled over this slush and blood, over the corpses, dirt, and vines, yet the cold was seeping into his wounds and the furnace of anguish was dizzying.

“Eddie! No!” a desperate scream rang aggressively against the screeches - Dustin.

Damn kid. You need to run. Don’t be a hero, he peered through the encompassing shield of agony and the murky dark, finding the dimly lit silhouette of the younger boy sprinting towards him despite the evident limp in his hasty step. They care about you in Hawkins. I’m just dead meat either way.

A yell for him to turn back, to save his ass while the chance stood, flurried and died within his aching throat within an impressive bout of seconds. He could only gasp through gritted teeth at the intense surge of agony trembling his frame as the wounds in his abdomen were deepened by the gnawing of earnest teeth. The Henderson boy was everything Eddie believed he was - brilliant, quick-witted, mischievous…his very bones built of laughter. Everything that would provide Hellfire with a redeeming legacy, in spite of its present, tarnished reputation within Hawkins and his death.

When his mind had been concerned enough to contemplate the macabre subject, Eddie had always favored thinking that it’d be a lousy batch of drugs that would take out his ass, or his haphazard driving abilities. Not dying for a town that utterly despised him, where his picture flashed across every segment of Hawkins’ daily news, his wanted poster Scotch-taped on every power pole.

“Eddie! Eddie!” Dustin continued to clamor in a sharp, hysterical demand, utter adrenaline bolstering forth his rush towards him despite his injured leg.

In theory, he was somewhat saving that shithole of a town, even as he was pinned against the grime, bloodied and battered with breaths gradualizing in his marred chest. For him, he was extending his life in the off chance it would salvage those of the freshman he had begrudgingly welcomed into his solitaire, the likes of Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington, Robin, and their families. If it didn’t, then, shit, he would’ve died for fucking nothing. Not that anyone would have cared either way.

The strident whisper of reality overwhelmed a portion of his consciousness, as if some invisible flame was held against his skin, attempting from abysses of desperation to snip away the chains of distracting thoughts - to fight even if it would be half-assed. Because, this was his year. It was his year. He could leave Hawkins.

And, as the swarm of hysterical creatures started to diminish against the billows of smoke above him, Eddie could’ve mustered the will to twitch the muscles of his limbs to move towards Dustin, not fall away to the impending fate of remaining lying there. He could taste the metal in his mouth — blood — and how its sticky veneer painted around his mouth from how it gurgled from his throat.

The bustle of Dustin hauling his twisted leg amidst the remains of the bats fell against the settling silence and his strained breaths, a pressure encompassing his forearm as the younger boy collapsed to his knees alongside him. Despite the size contrast, the freshman managed to heave him onto his bent knees, his distressed expression wavered into the bleared ashes, his disheveled brown hair askew in his face as wind bustled it about along with his camouflage.

“Oh, God, Eddie!” Dustin clamored with a trickle of cracks from his scratchy throat, the exclamation bordering the ripples of agonized exhales that emitted from Eddie’s own throat.

The older boy couldn’t convene the grit to level his exhausted eyes with Dustin’s watery ones. Go, he wanted to scream, you shouldn’t be here. Don’t make me regret saving your ass.

“Bad, huh?” a poke at amusement was all he could sputter out amidst the marring on his body and the pool of blood in the back of his throat.

“No. You’re gonna be fine,” denial was a solid barrier of protection for someone too young, too kind as Dustin Henderson as he securely clasped onto the jean material of Eddie’s jacket. Some murmur of an alarmed young boy within him wanted to adhere to that innocence in that moment, “Just gotta get you to a hospital, okay?”

“Okay,” Eddie exhaled, the unadulterated terror of that boy converging with the anguish in his nerves, along with some flicker of daft optimism that he would be alright. This was his year.

“Come on, come on,” Dustin started to urge his body forth from its lopsided stance on his lap, only for him to hastily shake his head, bracing his callus hands against his forearm to stall the younger boy’s endeavors.

“I think I just….I think I just need a second,” he commenced with a flurry of smoky breath through his gritted teeth, a distant explosion rattling the ground beneath them.

“Okay,” Dustin’s frenzied, wide eyes gave a once over to Eddie’s bloodied clothing, to the poignantly swollen lacerations and agape wounds on his exposed skin. Round, supple tears were silver against the shadows casted against his face as he mulled over his raging thoughts attempting to think of just what he could do to save Eddie.

But, in spite of his keen brilliance, sharp tongue, and everything in-between, Dustin Henderson was still just a kid. A scared kid who had to propel his gaze away from the raw, mangled flesh that was inches from the clench of his fingertips on Eddie’s shirt.

And, that’s why, against the exhaustion that was anchoring onto him, Eddie smiled up at the boy.

“I didn’t run away this time, right?” the simper trembled subtly, a trickle of blood wept onto the curve of Dustin’s hand as Eddie cast a glance up towards him with a gradual turn of his head.

“No, no, no, no,” he concurred with a weep, looping his trembling fingers around the arches of Eddie’s waning shoulders, “You didn’t run.” I didn’t fail.

“You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?” the poignancy of blood’s iron fell acrid against his tongue as it mazed through his teeth, all for Dustin to see beneath the fragile smile beamed at him.

“No, you’re gonna do it yourself,” there was the fervent denial sauntering out amidst his cries once again, accompanied by the classic and curt shake of the head.

“Nah, man. I won’t. Y-you know that. Say, ‘I’m gonna look after them’,” Eddie exhaled with a simper cutting further across the canvas of grot on his crimson cheeks, ever the earnest.

The reiteration of his words stalled amidst the bout of sobs that throttled Dustin, his composure further crumbling in his hands as his head bowed down, the cries cleaving through his muscles now.

“I’m…I’m gonna look after them,” he eventually echoed, chest aching with adrenalized misery, fingers furling against Eddie’s jacket - a clasp that was desperate, pleading. Wholly afraid that if he were to relinquish it, Eddie would disappear.

“Good….’cause I’m gonna actually f-fucking graduate,” Eddie’s response was so gentle, daring to chuckle weakly amidst a shred of disappointment in his tone and Dustin suppressed a hideous sob with a hurtful pursing of his lips, “I-I think it’s my year. It’s finally m-my year.”

The younger boy tearfully nodded, suppressing the pang of anguish that swam beneath his willed smile.

“I love you, man…you’ll be okay…” Dustin’s trepidation was contrasted by the tranquility on Eddie’s muddied face - the composure of someone whose immense pain was anesthetizing them to the severity of their situation.

“I-I love you, too,” Dustin murmured, defeat enveloping his waterlogged features.

He then regarded how Eddie then winced like he was in anguish yet was swarmed with peace at the same time, a lonesome tear cascading amidst the crimson on his pale complexion. His tense breaths deflated into the confines of his wounded chest, his spirited doe eyes settling with an impassive glaze.

“No, no, no,” Dustin sputtered out crazily, his hands yearning to grasp him in order to prevent him from going away - slipping from whatever salvation weaved between the tremors of his palms. He forlornly shook the still Munson boy, “Come on. Eddie!”

Maybe it had been his year to prove that he wasn’t the belittling reputation Hawkins had stuck him with; a freak, a murderer, a drug-head. Prove he was innocent. Prove that he was a hero, even if only a few would know.

And Dustin would never forget that.

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Thunderstorms (Mike Wheeler)

The loud thunder boomed and Y/n hid further under her covers. She hated thunderstorms with a passion. She was always paranoid that it would cause a tree to fall down onto her house or that the lightning would somehow electrocute her.

The louder and louder it got the more anxious she became. She hid her face into her pillows and closed her eyes. She tried to remain calm but she couldn’t. She opened her eyes and got up from under the covers.

She looked over to her walker talkie and grabbed it. It was 1 am and there was only one person that she knew would be awake.

She pressed the button, “Mike? Are you there? Over.” She said softly. She laid down with her walkie talkie still in hand.

Lightning illuminated her room, “I’m here. Over.” He replied and she quickly got up. “Can you please come over?” She asked sadly, “Over and out.” She then hid under the covers as the thunder rumbled.

She whimpered as the lightning striked outside. She heard a soft knock on her bedroom door and it opened. She looked up and Mike smiled at her.

“Thanks for coming.” She said and then a loud clap of thunder filled the room. She covered her ears and Mike walked over to he to sit down. “Hey, it’s ok.” He reassured her and brought her into his arms.

She sighed happily and laid her head onto his shoulder. She immediately felt relieved. He made her feel so calm even though just a second ago she was panicking.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” she whispered and he rubbed her back. “Me too.” He murmured.

The only sound was the sound of raindrops hitting the windowsill. She looked down at his lips and quickly back up to his eyes. “Stay this time. Just for tonight.” She gushed.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He comforted. She placed her head back onto his shoulder and she felt him kiss her on the forehead.

Each time the thunder would get louder, Mike would squeeze onto her tighter. “Go to sleep. You need rest.” He whispered into her ear. She nodded and slowly began to close her eyes. Falling asleep in his comforting arms.

She woke up the next morning wrapped up in her blankets. She looked around and noticed that Mike was gone and it was now sunny outside. She yawned and grabbed her walkie talkie.

“Thanks, Mike. Over.” She said into the walkie. “No problem, I’ll see you later. Over and out.” He replied and she smiled.

A/n: This ending sucks but I wrote this because where I live there was a thunderstorm and I don’t really like them😅

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Hi, may I have a ship for stranger things, the maze runner, & harry potter (preferably the marauders era but u can do both eras if u want). I go by she/her and am bi with no preference so any gender is fine.

I’m about 5’5, dark blue eyes, medium length hair thats kinda too dark to be dirty blonde but not so dark that its light brown with slightly lighter blonde highlights throughout. Ive been told I typically wear what would be considered 90s type of style but leaning away from more feminine things tho I’m not opposed to dresses and all. 

I do get pretty anxious when thrown in certain situations rather that be talking to a group of people or just one person. But on occasion and definitely when I get to know someone I never stop talking. I am a ranter and rambler which means I could be ranting about something that happened and then start talking about something else that may or may not be related to the original subject. Basically I will always find something to talk about though I do enjoy listening to other people talk. I am considered the mom friend because I tend to be the most logical. Im also a very determined, stubborn person who usually is kinda pessimistic but still has a huge imagination. And despite all the anxiety I am usually a relatively confident person and am not afraid to take up for anyone I care about. Also I am pretty good in school despite having a kinda bad memory. Also an INTJ, Sagittarius, and Ravenclaw. 

I absolutely love writing and have for the longest time rather that be random original stories I make up or the various fanfics I have(lol). I also love drawing and painting and recently realized I’m actually pretty good at making art related to animals and the occasional landscape. I’ve also been a big music fan since I was a kid, I honestly dont know what I would do without it. I also really enjoy reading when I get the chance, like I could spend hours getting consumed by whatever I’m reading. Which also travels into me when I’m watching things. As in I spend a good bit of time just binge watching new or old shows. I also really like walking around and enjoying nature. Theres a few nature trails I love going on and would go to the zoo every weekend if I had the chance. Which also goes along to my love for animals. Also I do like going to random places with my friends. 

And thats about all I can think of to say, hope it wasnt too much lol. But anyways, thanks in advance :)

Here is who I ship you with! :)

Sorry this took forever, hope you like it!

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Eddie adores you. You both talk to each other all the time! Whenever one of you gets upset the other person will listen to the rant and then give their feedback lol. He loves that you get very passionate about things and admires how intelligent you are because he is not that intelligent himself. You tend to help him with his studies and you get him into reading. He always sees you with a book in your nose and Eddie being Eddie gets curious and you end up telling him about the book. He goes behind your back and secretly buys the book and reads it. You also love watching tv shows/movies together. You both have different tastes. He likes more horror and comedy movies and you tend to go after ones that you have already read the book about. Eddie would defiantly get you into music and he would show you his vinyl collection and he'd inform you on all the best rock bands. (also if your comfortable drop fanfic names and I will defiantly read them! <3)

Maze Runner

Newt

I think Newt would fall in love with you without you even noticing. He would be in awe with how perfect you are to him. He just thinks you are the sweetest soul ever that he loves with all his heart. He always looks out for you and makes sure your okay. He also loves to admire your art work and he could listen to you talk for hours. You are the smartest person he knows and he also helps calm down your anxiety a lot. Since you love animals so much you defiantly couldn't be a butcher so you would be a gardener with Newt which is where you two met each other.

Harry Potter (Marauders Era)

Severus Snape

I think that you would remind him or resemble Lily Potter a bit, which is why Snape fell for you. He loves how sweet you are and loves how passionate you are about things. He loves to read what you're currently reading at the time and he loves to admire you drawings. He might even steal a couple of drawings that you have scramble across you dorm without you knowing so he can have some for himself. You and him often take walks out and around Hogwarts and admire the nature of how beautiful it is. I could defiantly see both of you meeting while you are giving a presentation and all the sudden it gets really awkward so you keep talking and talking and then Snape helps you end the presentation without making worse than it could be.

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Photos From Home - Jonathan Byers

18+ ONLY.  (BY CLICKING KEEP READING, YOU ARE CONSENTING TO READING EXPLICIT CONTENT.)

WARNINGS: fluff, SMUT, awkwardness, adult themes, kissing, swearing, inappropriate language.

SUMMARY: After your first run-in with Jonathan Byers in the darkroom (Inside A Photograph),

A/N: Hi! Someone requested part 2 of 'Inside A Photograph' on Tumblr, So I'm posting it here as well. (Bold & Italic are flashbacks/memories.) 

CHARACTERS: Jonathan Byers.

Your POV:

Once again, you found yourself in the darkroom at your school, processing photographs. Ever since you had that run-in with Jonathan,  you had been using it more and more, hoping to run into him again. Sometimes he did, and the two of you would help each other or talk about the photos you took. The more and more you hung around him, the more he was growing on you. Not that you had anything against him anyways. You just would never have guessed you'd be wanting to spend more time with Jonathan Byers. He was the shy kid. The awkward kid. But then again, so were you. 

As more time passed, you slowly start to fell for Jonathan. You and him were both kind of awkward, which made things impossible when trying to talk about your feelings. Jonathan was never going to make a move, but neither were you. Yesterday, on your way out of the school, he stopped you.

A familiar voice faintly ran through your ears from behind you. You turned with your eyebrows raised before locking eyes with Jonathan. He was walking quickly, camera in hand, and stopped once he reached you.

"Y/N, hey, uh," He stuttered, panting slightly. He gulped before continuing, "I uh– I took some pretty cool photos," He paused. Your lack of response forced more words out of him as he tried to fill the void, "..If you maybe wanted to see them."

"Oh, yeah, sure." You replied, smiling back at the boy. He was clearly nervous. No matter how many times he spoke to you or how many times you two hung out, he was always nervous around you. The two of you moved aside, trying not to block the path for the other students as he showed you some of his photographs through the small screen on his camera. Jonathan's eyes stayed focused on you as he tried to read your face. He wanted to impress you.

"Wow, these are so cool." You complimented. His shoulders fell as the nervousness eased away, leaving him smiling back at you.

"You think?" He said, looking at the screen. You nodded, turning to face him with a smile. "Hey, um, did you maybe want to help me process these?" He asked. He knew you would say yes, you always did, but he still worried about your response every time. You bit your lip through your smile.

"Yeah, sure, of course." You replied, nodding once more.

"Cool." He added. The two of you stared at each other in silence for a moment, letting the distant sounds of the other students fill the empty space. Jonathan's lips parted as if to say something, but he quickly stopped himself. He looked down, clearing his throat with furrowed brows. "I gotta take Will home, but uh, maybe we could meet tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah, sure," You said. He quickly turned to head to his car. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you watched him walk away. 

And now it was tomorrow. You woke up 1 hour before you usually did, giving you half an hour to get ready, 10 minutes for breakfast, and 20 minutes for the walk to school. You cursed Jonathan for choosing the early morning to do this. You grabbed your notebook from your desk, slipping it into your bag, as you hurried out of your room and headed for the front door. The 20 minutes it would take for you to walk to school every day wasn't very long but it gave you enough time to think. Every day as you walked, you'd think of your plan for the day ahead. You'd think about whatever classes you had and the people you'd have to interact with. You thought about which periods you got to sit with a friend and which periods you had to sit next to some sweaty basketball player or a role-playing freak that wasn't really a freak. But today, instead of thinking about the day ahead, you thought solely about Jonathan. 

self-deprecating thoughts intruded your mind, flooding it with the worse possible outcomes you could think of. What if he thinks I'm weird? What if he thinks I suck at photography? What if he thinks I smell?  You lifted your arm to spell yourself, just checking. Though you only ever spelt of freshly picked flowers and soap, you still doubted yourself. Why was what Jonathan thought tormenting you? Why did you care so much about his opinion? You had never stressed about hanging out with him before. Why did it suddenly feel so much different?

Before your brain could torment you further, you realised you had reached the school. You noticed Jonathan's parked car in the lot. He was already here. You quickly made your way toward the darkroom. As you reached the door, you looked up at the light. It wasn't red which meant you were allowed to come in. You gently turned the doorknob and pushed. 

The bright light coming from the door started Jonathan as he lifted his hands to cover his eyes. "Jeez, that's bright." He winced. 

"Sorry!" You replied, quickly shutting the door behind you. As you let your eyes adjust to the dark room, you noticed Jonathan had already started processing his photographs. "Hey." You smiled as you dropped your bag to the floor. 

"Hey," He responded, not moving his attention from the photograph he was working on. 

"Whatcha got there?" You asked, moving closer to take a look. He flung around and pushed his body back against the table, trying to shield your eyes from the photograph. "Woah, okay, jeez." 

"No, no, it's– I just–" He stuttered, he turned to look at the photo before moving aside. "It's not finished." You looked down into the tray as you stepped closer. A photograph of you sat inside the chemical-filled tray. You blinked, parting your lips and staring blankly at the photo of you. In the photo, you were casually taking a picture of something in the distance, and Jonathan used it as an opportunity to capture one of you. 

Jonathan looked at you, watching as your lips curled into a soft smile. You had always been the one to take the photos. No one had ever taken one of you. 

"It's good, isn't it?" He said, breaking the silence. You chuckled and turned to face him. 

"Oh, yeah, it's a great one," You said sarcastically, smiling. "A once in a lifetime."

"It's only good because you're in it." He said, moving to slide the picture from the tray. "It's my favourite one." Your sarcastic smile faded as you stared at him, your eyelashes blinking rapidly. "It just feels real."

"Real?" You repeated softly, almost like a whisper. 

"Yeah," He continued, lifting the photograph and hanging it on the line above to dry. "It's one of those photos that makes you feel something." He didn't look at you, he continued to stare at the picture. "Like, when I look at this, I can feel it." Though his eyes fought to not meet yours, your gaze stayed focused on him. You gulped as you listened to him. "I can feel that day again, I can feel what I felt when I took it."

"What does it feel like?" You interrupted, your voice still soft and quiet. His lips parted as he turned to face you. You stood only inches apart, staring into each other's eyes. 

"Like home." He replied, his dark brown eyes flickering between yours and your lips. The silence that wrapped around the both of you filled the air with tension, neither of you daring to make a move. Jonathan fought the urge to break the distance between the two of you, afraid of what would happen if he did. 

A small sigh that escape his lips, pulled him back to reality but before he could step back or move away, you lifted yourself to your tiptoes and collided your lips with his. He froze, clearly in shock, before he began kissing back. The two of you kissed slowly as his hands found their way to your hips. He pulled you in closer, gripping at your waist and deepening the kiss. Your bodies pressed against one another heatedly, fuelling the passion and desire you both shared as your lips tangled with each other. 

The kiss grew faster and more passionate causing you to stumble backwards; the desk behind you catching you. Your hands moved to hold his face, trying to pull him closer to you as you fell from your tiptoes. His hands slid up and down your waist before reaching behind to hold your backside as he lifted you up. You gasped as he lifted you onto the desk, pulling away for a moment.

"Is this okay?" He panted. His pink lips were swollen and had clearly been touched by your lip gloss. You could only imagine what yours looked like. You nodded in response before attaching your lips back on his, grabbing a hold of his face once more. As your hands fell to grasp his shirt, his hands fell to pull on yours. He gently pulled it over your head, tossing it over his shoulder. He leaned in, wanting the taste of your lips again, but you moved back. You tugged at his shirt, signalling you wanted it off, and he obliged. He ripped it over his shoulders and threw it behind him before his hands found your waist again and his lips met with yours. 

As his hands roamed your body, you moaned into the kiss. He kissed down your chest, moving quickly towards the top of your pants before hooking his fingers inside of them and pulling them down slowly. Your fingers entwined in his hair as your head fell back, moaning. He grazed his fingertips up your bare thighs and towards your aching core. 

"Can I touch you?" He asked, looking down at your body. You nodded desperately.

"Please." You breathed. You watched as his hands slowly moved towards your heat, desperate for his touch, and you gasped once you felt him touch you gently through your panties. His hands glided over your pussy. His lips parted with a quiet moan as he felt your wetness. He kissed you gently as he slowly rubbed circles on your clit. You moaned and gasped, pulling away from the kiss to throw your head back in pleasure. His other hand gently moved to cup the back of your head, pulling your face back towards him and attaching both of your mouths again. His fingers slipped underneath your panties and circled your entrance. "Please." You gasped, begging for his touch. Your eyes fell shut as you moved your hips against his fingers. 

Suddenly, you felt his finger pushing against your entrance and you gasped once you felt him push them inside. Your hands gripped at his shoulders, trying to keep yourself stable as you moaned in pleasure. He began to slowly kiss down your neck, sucking on the spot that made you moan the most. 

"J-Jonathan, don't leave marks." You giggled softly, through your moans of pleasure. He didn't answer, he only chuckled in response before attaching his lips back onto the same spot and sucking. His fingers began to speed up as he thrust them inside of you, making you whine and moan. Your hips moved against his fingers, begging for more. "Jonathan," You whined, bucking your hips. 

"What? Are you okay?" He asked, pulling his mouth away from you with concern covering his face. 

"Please, I need you." You moaned, biting your lip to try and keep them quiet. His fingers got faster and you could feel the knot inside your stomach building. "Please! I need you inside of me!" You moaned, wrapping your hands in his hair. His mouth opened in pleasure as he watched your face contort. 

"Cum for me first." He whispered, not daring to take his eyes off of you. You whimpered at his words, not expecting the sudden confidence from him. His hand moved to rub your clit while his other thrusted his fingers in and out of you, making you squirm and gasp as the pleasure built. "Cum for me, Y/N, please," He begged, kissing down your neck once more.

With that, you felt the pressure build and build until you couldn't hold back anymore and you gasped as you came on his fingers. He kept thrusting through your orgasm, wrapping his other hand around your waist to keep you still as your hips wiggled trying to get away from the pleasure. 

"J-Jonathan!" You screamed, pulling at his hair. Your eyes rolled back as your head fell and your mouth gaped open silently. Your legs shook as you squirmed. He slowed his fingers as you calmed down, allowing you to catch your breath through your moans. "Oh my god." You breathed, looking back at him. He bit his lip as he looked at you before removing his fingers from you. 

"Do you still- uh-" He stammered,

"Yes, Jonathan, please." You whimpered, moving your hands down to wrap around his neck. You pulled him in and attached your lips, moaning into the kiss. His face flushed red at your words. He never expected you to want him, let alone be underneath him right now. He pulled away from you as he quickly pulled his jeans down, tripping over himself slightly. You giggled softly as you watched him struggle. He looked up at you with a smile. 

"What's so funny?" He laughed, pulling his jeans fully off. He moved towards you, standing between your legs again and holding your waist.

"Nothing," You said softly, placing your hands on his face and pulling his lips onto yours. He moaned into the kiss as his hands grazed over your body before slowly making their way to your panties. He pulled them down, throwing them to the floor, before doing the same with his boxers. Suddenly, he jerked himself back.

"Oh shit," He breathed. He tapped your waist gently before rushing to his bag. 

"What are you–" You started, but before you could answer, you noticed the gold square packaging he pulled from his backpack. "You just carry those around with you?"

"All guys do." He panted, hurrying back to you. You laughed softly.

"I don't think all guys do." You replied, brushing the hair away from his face and cupping the back of his head. He chuckled and looked at you before gently pecking your lips. 

"You know, I really like you, Y/N." He spoke softly. His smile faded into a concerned look as he waited anxiously for a reply. You stared back at him, wishing for words to come out of your mouth but they didn't. He sighed, "I mean, I don't just do this stuff with just anybody," Your lips curled into a soft smile as you titled your head slightly, looking at him in lovingly.

"I really like you too, Jonathan," You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck. His worried expression quickly began to fade as you continued, "Maybe we uh– should've said that out loud before– you know," You bit your lip, holding back your laugh. Jonathan shook his head with a big smile forming on his face. 

"Eh, maybe." He whispered before attaching his lips to yours. He reached one of his hands to cup your face gently, pulling your mouth closer to him and deepening the kiss. Without pulling away, he aligned himself with your entrance. When you felt him push against your core, you gasped and pulled away, looking down. He lifted your chin gently, forcing you to look at him.

"You sure?" He asked, looking into your eyes. You nodded, pulling at his neck to bring him closer to you. He held his ground. "I need words, baby."

"Yes! Yes, Jonathan! Please!" You whined. He slowly began to push himself forward, sliding into you and you gasped. One of your hands grasped at his chest as you moaned. He paused, looking up at you with concern. Your eyes fell shut as your face contorted in pleasure and pain. "It's okay, it's okay, please just go." You winced. He began moving again, sliding deeper into you without taking his eyes off of your face. He groaned as he placed himself fully inside of you, snaking one of his arms around your waist, holding your bodies close. You took a second to catch your breath before allowing him to move. He obliged, slowly beginning to thrust in and out of you. You gasped at the movement, tightening your grip on his hair. 

"Fuck." He groaned, looking at your pleasure-filled face. His arm stayed wrapped around your body tightly, making sure you didn't fall back. He began to pick up the pace which forced a loud moan out of you. He quickly placed his hand over your mouth as he continued to thrust into you, moving the other hand to hold onto your hips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you grasped onto Jonathan's shoulders. You felt your orgasm building and building once more. Jonathan knew you were close by the way you were clenching around him. "So close, baby, just hold it a little longer," He whispered while he continued to slam into you. Your mouth gaped open behind Jonathan's hand as he muffled your moans. "Gotta be quiet for me, okay?" You felt your orgasm approaching at a rapid pace. You reached your hand out to press against his chest. He shut his eyes as his head fell back with a quiet moan, while continuing to move inside out you faster. He moved his hand that covered your mouth down to hold your hips as he went harder, chasing his own high. 

"J–Jonathan," You whimpered through your moans, trying to stay quiet. The knot in your stomach was burning and needed to be released, you could barely hold it back anymore. He rocked his hips back and forth rapidly as his orgasm approached. 

"Cum, baby, cum for me." He groaned. And with his words, you felt your body reach its climax and release with a loud moan. He continued thrusting through your orgasm, allowing the feeling of your body spasming to guide him to his peak. You felt your body shudder and squirm as your orgasm hit you. Your arms moved around aimlessly, begging for something to grasp on to. You decided on his neck, wrapping your arms around him once more and pulling him closer. Your loud moans filled his ears.  

"Oh fuck!" You gasped. He filled the space between the two of you, colliding your mouths together as you kissed passionately. His brows furrowed as you both moaned into the kiss. You had never felt so good in your life. You both pulled away from the kiss, allowing air back into your lungs as Jonathan tucked his head in the crook of your neck. He continued rocking back and forth, slowing his movements as you both began to calm down. 

Now, you were both panting as small moans and whimpers escape both of your lips. He lifted his head and looked down at where your bodies connected before you felt him move again. As he pulled out of your sensitive core, your body shuddered and you gasped. You quickly bit your lip to stop yourself from becoming louder than you already were. You stared at each other, the only sound in the room being your slowing pants as you both attempted to catch your breaths. 

"Holy shit." He added quietly through his breath. You licked your lips before letting your head fall down with a small giggle. After hearing your quiet laugh, he lifted your face to meet his eyes. "What?" He chuckled back, tilting his head at you.

"I can't believe we just had sex in the darkroom." You said, laughing, before sliding off of the table and picking up your clothes from the floor. 

"I can't believe we just had sex." He mumbled under his breath, also picking up his clothes and putting them back on. Your ears didn't catch the last sentence. You fixed up your hair and re-applied some lip gloss. 

"Shit, the time," He gasped, picking up his satchel and throwing the strap over his shoulder. You hurried to pick up your bag up from the floor. Just as you reached to grab the door knob, you felt Jonathan's hand quickly grab your wrist and spin you back around. "Hey, uh, um–" He stuttered. "We should probably talk about–"

"Yeah, um, right," You replied. He looked down at his hand that held onto your wrist and quickly pulled it back.

"Uh– yeah, um, so," He started, waiting for you to jump in and finish his sentence for him so he wouldn't have to say the words. When you didn't, he sighed. "This is hard." You let out a breath.

"Yeah, it is." You replied, fiddling with your fingers. "I mean, words are hard, right?"

"Right, yeah." He agreed awkwardly, looking away from your eyes. "Maybe we uh– don't need words." 

"Yeah, words are stupid." You said, nodding quickly.

"Yeah."

"Yeah." You both stared awkwardly at each other for a moment, neither knowing what to do. Suddenly, the tension was interrupted by you. "Okay, I got to go," You said quickly, rushing to open the door and escape from the awkwardness you were drowning in. The bright light that came from the sun blinded you as you lifted your arm to cover your eyes. 

"Wait, Y/N!" Jonathan called over your shoulder, following you through the door. You shut your eyes and sighed before turning back to Jonathan with a smile. "Look, I don't want things to be weird, I–"

"Weird? No, not at all." You interrupted, swatting his shoulder playfully. It was a lie. Obviously, things were weird. "I mean, it's not like we just had sex or anything."

"Y/N–" He sighed, his brows raising. 

"No, I know, I'm sorry," You continued, rushing to try and save yourself. "It just feels weird, ya know?" He nodded and looked to the ground. "I mean, I do like you, I just–" You paused, looking around at the people that passed through the school. Your distraction gave Jonathan an opportunity to cut in.

"We both get uncomfortable during these types of situations and I don't want to this time." He said firmly, looking up at you. "I know I'm an awkward person, okay?" You stared back at him, unsure of what to say. "But I really want this to work so I'm gonna try." His eyes followed your lips as they curved into a smile.

"I really want this to work too," You said softly. You looked into his eyes and then down at his lips for a moment, wishing they were on yours again. You quickly pulled yourself out of your daydream and cleared your throat. "Communication. That's what we need." He nodded. "Yup, just good old-fashioned communication." You both smiled back at each other. He wrapped his arm around your neck as the two of you began walking towards your first class.

"Yeah, right, so–" His voice trailed, "How do we do that?" You bit your lip and squinted your eyes as you turned to him. 

"Talking?" You faltered, forcing out a smile.

"Great, perfect, we're both so good at talking," He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at you. You laughed as the two of you walked arm in arm toward the entrance of the school. "Maybe we should just stick to kissing?" He joked, turning to you and leaning down to kiss your lips. You kissed him gently before playfully pushing at his chest.

"Wow, at least take a girl out to dinner." You said, your smile only growing. The two of you smiled and laughed with each other as you walked through the school doors and down the halls. 

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