#why yes billie IS taking eddie home thanks for asking

[mercurygray]

Dispatches from the groupchat: Marines in the ETO 😏 aka Ack Ack and Eddie in Normandy. Juno xx

This is just a little bit of light nonsense.

"Lieutenant Jones, you're going to get us into trouble."

It was Friday, and the bar was busy, and Eddie Jones was smiling at something - or someone, more likely - across the room, sipping his beer like he wanted someone to notice. That would have been well and good in London, but they weren't in London, now, and about as far off their home turf as it was possible to get.

Eddie looked innocent. "What did I do?"

Andy snorted. "Not what you did - more what you're thinking about doing."

"And what's that when it's at home, Skipper?"

"Asking one of those girls to dance."

Eddie scoffed. "It's a free country, isn't it? And you were thinking it too, I know you were. That tall dark-haired lieutenant looks like she's about your size."

Andy could only sigh - the lieutenant in question was very pretty, with the distinct air of a girl he probably could have danced with at Bowdoin about her, but he wasn't really in the mood. He could, however, spot at a glance the girl Eddie was thinking about - eight months on their training course had taught him a lot about his second in command's likes and dislikes. "Don't tell me - the sergeant with the brassy hair who keeps looking this way."

"Man's got eyes, doesn't he?" Eddie said with a shrug, smiling a little wider when the aformentioned sergeant met his eye again, gaze mischievous over the top of her beer. "We're all fighting the same war."

"But not with the same service," Andy observed. "They're Army - paratroopers, even. And I don't much feel like getting jumped by their friends." The rest of the bar was packed with soldiers, including a large number wearing jumpwings and the same shoulder patches as the girls. This was supposed to be a quiet weekend away from school, and he didn't really want to spend it finding out if Devil Dogs could beat Screaming Eagles in a fight.

"Aw, I think we could take 'em, Skip," Eddie said with a grin, "Retreat, hell, we just got here."

It was just like Ed to quote that at him, especially when there were girls involved. But Andy never got to talk him down - the girls, it seemed, cared as little for retreating as Eddie did.

"Are you just going to keep staring or ask us to dance, sailor?" the shorter of the two asked with a look that would have taken all but the most seasoned salt by surprise. "I never thought the Marines were one for being shy."

"Was just waiting for the right moment," Eddie replied, all easy charm and loose smiles. He'd explained it, once, at the bar on a Friday after one of the other operatives on their course asked him how it was that women just seemed drawn to him. Hell, isn't anything special. Just smiles and waiting. It was true, though - more women stopped for more chats with Hillbilly than anyone Andy had ever known - and he'd played three sports in college.

"And do those curls of yours come with a name? My mother told me never to dance with men I hadn't been introduced to."

It was a good thing Eddie liked his women forthright - other guys wouldn't have tried that on. "Jones, miss. Edward Jones, at your service. And this here's -"

"Andrew Haldane."

"Billie Mitchell," the brazen bronze announced. "Not to be confused with the Air Corps. And this Molly."

"Mahoney," her friend added, shaking Andy's hand after he'd offered it.

"Well, Lieutenant Jones?" The one called Billie held out her hand, and Eddie was only too glad to take it. Andy did the same for her friend after half a moment, feeling like a heel that he hadn't been quicker on the draw. Girls noticed things like that, and he had a feeling this pair didn't miss much.

The radio was broadcasting some sort of Command Performance concert, Glen Miller or Harry James running through a high-energy dance number, a soloist warbling about doing the jive. "I'd apologize for Billie but I'm not sure it's necessary," Molly offered, once they were on the floor and had picked up the beat. "Your friend doesn't seem to mind."

"Eddie's never one to pass up a pretty girl -and truth be told, he was heading in the same direction."

"And you, Captain?" He tried not to look guilty as charged. "If you were hoping to get in with Lieutenant Warren, I'm sorry to burst your bubble. She's not likely to take a shine to Marines - they nearly sent her on a warbond tour with one."

"So that's the famous Amazon." Now that she'd said it he could place the face, seen on a dozen different recruiting posters and nearly every major magazine. She looked a little different, away from the spotlight. Pretty, certainly, but nothing worth stopping the war over. "Can't say I had any special designs on anyone - God's truth," he added, when she looked ready to call him a liar. "I'm just here to keep Eddie out of trouble."

"Good luck with that," Molly said with a smile, glancing over at the two of them, Billie tucked up neatly into Eddie's tall, spare frame, closer than two bodies who'd just met ought to be. "Trouble is Billie's middle name."

[andvys]

Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.

Chapter fifteen ⭐︎ I thought the plane was going down, how’d you turn it right around?

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, a lot of fluff, alcohol consumption, clingy!reader, drunk!reader

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Steve gets to know a side of you, you have never shown him before, and he takes the final step towards realization.

Word count: 10k+

Author’s note: SO @hellfire--cult and I have been waiting for this chapter (and especially for the next one). I'm so happy that we're finally here, and as always I'm giving a special shoutout to my lovely Roe, who not only helped with ideas but also wrote the whole last paragraph, the drive home and all the fluff at Steve's house. Give her all the love she deserves ♡ ilysm roe thank youuuu

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Red, white and blue colors flash before your eyes, everywhere you look as you walk through the grocery store with Max. You can’t even bear to look at the holiday themed snacks and decorations on the shelves. All week, people have been preparing for a holiday, you used to love, now it’s nothing but a reminder of what you lost – of what Max lost. 

You avoided going to Big Buy’s all week, for this exact reason. 

But now you were the one who offered to go inside, when Eddie was the one who wanted to get the pre-drinks, you don’t even know why you did it, maybe it was to get away from Dustin’s and Lucas’s banter, or maybe you just wanted to prepare yourself for something much bigger. 

The Fun Fair takes place this year, just as it did, last year. And you friends wanted to celebrate the Fourth of July there. You don’t mind, you really don’t, but every place you turn today, reminds you of a dear friend you lost. 

Max walks beside you quietly. She looks around with heavy eyes and tension in her shoulders, she’s fidgeting with the bracelet that Lucas gifted to her, and keeps her eyes on the ground. 

You didn’t say anything yet, not wanting to trigger any more sadness. You’re surprised that she even offered to go inside with you, she could’ve waited and stayed with the guys, but she didn’t. 

“This day sucks.” 

These are the first words she spoke out loud, ever since you stepped inside the store.

“Yeah,” you mumble, quietly, not knowing what to say, because all you can think about is Billy, and how he died on this exact day, one year ago, when you were still so unaware of the dark truth that lied beneath this town, when you thought that it was the fire that killed him and not one of Vecna’s creatures. 

You weren’t even there, but thinking about it makes you sick and angry. You can’t even imagine what Max must’ve felt like that night. Or what she is feeling now. 

When you stop in the drink aisle, you look around for the beer Eddie asked for, but instead your eyes fall on the one brand that Billy always used to buy. Sometimes he’d bring a six pack over and leave some cans in your fridge for some other time, you are pretty sure that there are still two leftover cans hidden behind all the other drinks in your fridge. 

A sigh falls from your lips, “yeah, it does.” 

She glances at you, sadness settling into her features, when she sees the way your eyes fill with grief. 

“Billy would roll his eyes at us, right now,” she mumbles, trying to crack a joke. 

A small chuckle escapes you, and you turn to look at her with a weak smile on your face, “yes, he would.” 

She purses her lips as she looks at the beer, “are you gonna let me drink tonight?” 

You scrunch your nose, and shake your head, “are you crazy?” You scoff, as you step forward and reach for the beers, Eddie asked for, and the ones Billy would have gotten for himself. “How about you turn twenty one first, and then I’ll let you drink.” 

Max laughs at you and rolls her eyes. 

“You’re not even twenty one, and you’re drinking – oh! And buying the beers with a fake ID probably!” 

“Shush,” you wave your hand at her when an employee walks past you, giving you both a weird look. 

“I’m very close to twenty one,” you whisper. 

“You’re not even twenty yet–”

“I’m turning twenty, this year. Now stop arguing with me, and get yourself a coke or something.”

Max groans at you, “fine,” she murmurs as she follows you, “why are you even getting any drinks now when you can buy some at the Fair?”

“I’m pretty sure that Eddie doesn’t want to buy any of those overpriced drinks that taste like absolute shit.” 

She snorts, “he shouldn’t even be drinking, he’s driving.” 

“Don’t worry, he’ll walk you all home if he gets drunk.” 

Her jaw drops, and annoyance flashes in her eyes, “are you serious–”

You laugh at the look on her face, shaking your head at her, “I’m just kidding, when does Eddie ever get drunk?” You chuckle, “he’ll have one beer tops, no more, he’ll sober up till then, and if not then uh… Steve will drive you home.”

“Okay,” she sighs, as the momentarily amusement leaves her face again, and the sadness begins to sink back in, making you much more aware of your own. 

“Hey, Max?” 

She turns back to you, and raises her eyebrows in question. 

“If you feel overwhelmed at some point, you can find me and we can leave, at any time, okay?” 

She smiles a little and nods her head. 

“Okay,” she whispers, “same goes for you, if you want to leave, I’ll go with you.” 

“Okay,” you smile at her, “now let’s go pay for these and get out of here,” you mumble as you gesture to the beer in your hands. 

You feel relief rushing through you once you are out of the busy store again. The golden evening sun hits your skin, still blessing it with warmth, the air around you smells like summer, like fresh cut grass, hot pavement and honeysuckle. The wind kisses your skin and blows through your hair, it’s warm yet refreshing, it feels nice. 

“Did you buy that for me?” Dustin grins at you, pointing at the beers when you get into the passenger seat. 

Eddie glares at him through the rearview mirror. 

“Very funny, Dusty Bun.”

Lucas laughs at the nickname, nudging his shoulder against Dustin’s, “Dusty Bun,” he cackles, wiggling his brows. 

“Shut up, dude.” 

“You kids are too young to even think about trying beer,” you glare at the three teens in the back, most specifically at Lucas, who’s had some before. 

His smile falls a little, and he clears his throat, “that was one time.”

“Yeah, it better stay that way,” you point at him. 

Max snorts at the glare on your face. 

“Yes, mom.”

Eddie and Dustin chuckle. 

Your jaw drops, and you furrow your brows at the teen who is squished between Max and Dustin. 

“You act like a mom sometimes!” Lucas raises his hands up in surrender, shrugging at you. 

“No, I don’t!” 

“Yeah, you do, you’re mama bear,” Eddie snorts, making Dustin laugh louder. 

“Yeah, you’re not fooling us with your grumpy act.” 

You squint your eyes at the curly head, who is grinning happily at you. 

“Just accept it, Sweetheart,” Eddie chuckles, “you’re the mom of the group.”

“No, I only joined this group a few months back, there has to be a different mom–”

“Oh no, we only had single dad Steve,” Lucas giggles, wiggling his eyebrows at you, “but we got a mom and a dad now, so…” 

The smug look on his face, and the teasing in his eyes, isn’t exactly hard to miss. You know exactly what he is going at, what he has been going at for the past few months now. 

Sometimes, you can’t help but wonder if he somehow knows about your feelings for Steve, if he always knew about them, or if he is simply just teasing and still in the dark about everything. 

You are good at hiding your feelings, you always have been, no one ever found out about your feelings for Steve unless you wanted them to, but if there is someone who you wouldn’t underestimate, then it’s definitely Lucas, he is too smart for his own good, sometimes.

Eddie snorts beside you, mumbling, “mommy and daddy.” 

You elbow him, into his side, earning a groan from him. 

“That wasn’t very nice!” Eddie grumbles as he shoots you a glare, and presses his hand against his stomach. 

“Don’t be so dramatic, Edward.” 

He squints his eyes at you. 

“Who is Eddie then?” Dustin asks. 

“He’s the cool uncle,” Lucas shrugs. 

“Damn right, now stop yapping,” Eddie mumbles as he takes a look over his shoulder, “are you ready to throw up Hot Dogs after going on the roller coaster?” 

All three of them groan in disgust, scrunching up their faces, making him laugh. 

You shake your head at him when he starts laughing. 

“You’re such a menace.” 

Eddie only chuckles at you, he starts the car and turns up the music, and he rolls down the windows before he speeds out of the parking lot. 

You embrace the moments of peace before the chaos of the fair hits you, screaming children, crowds of people, and the overwhelming smell of food on every corner are something you are not looking forward to despite the hollowness in your stomach. You couldn’t get anything down the past few days, you nearly threw up this morning when you walked into the diner with Eddie, and the smell of Bacon hit you. 

The wind weaves through your hair as Eddie drives down the main road. 

The sound of music distracts you from your sad thoughts. 

The thought of him, filling your heart with life and your soul with hope.

He grounds you in your worst moments, and he doesn’t even know it.

-

The fairground is alive with music and screaming children, the sound of the roller coasters moving, conversations and laughter from every corner. The dazzling lights are a stark contrast against the dark sky, the smell of food wafts through the air. 

Robin and Vickie are standing next to Steve, giggling about something as they sip on their mixed beers. He is looking around, trying to catch sight of you, but you are nowhere to be found, and he is beginning to worry. 

Max and El had dragged you away for a roller coaster ride, but that was over an hour ago, and he hasn’t seen you ever since. 

Max had warned him before, when she reminded him of what this day means to you, of what happened a year back, of what and who you had lost. 

Steve doesn’t know how you deal with grief, how you feel on these kinds of days, there are too many of them in your life. He doesn’t know how you cope, he wishes that he could be there for you and give you a shoulder to lean on – but you aren’t very good at showing your true feelings or emotions, he only saw a glimpse of the truth that you hide behind those high walls you built around yourself and he doubts that you would come to him for comfort. 

A dreadful feeling is gnawing in his chest the more time passes without you being seen. 

“Hey Dingus, we’re going on the Ferris Wheel,” Robin nudges his shoulder, grinning at him. 

He blinks, tearing his eyes away from the crowds, he nods at his best friend. 

“Sure, have fun.” 

Robin furrows her brows as she takes in the sight of his frown, “are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he murmurs and plasters a smile on his face, “go and have fun with your girl.” 

She hesitates, her smile becoming weaker now, “you should go find Eddie or Dustin.”

“Yeah, I will, in a second.” 

“Your feet are not glued to the ground are they?” Vickie asks, chuckling. 

“Yeah, you’ve been stuck in this spot for like thirty minutes now!” Robin exclaims as she points her ringed finger at him, eyeing the way he is leaning against the wall with tension in his body. 

Steve chuckles, and brings his hand up to the side of his face, cupping his cheek for a moment, “I’m just looking out for the kids.”

Robin snorts, though she gives him a suspicious look. 

“Ah, but they’re not around,” she says, tilting her head as she gestures to all the strangers that surround the field, instead of the teens. 

“I told them I’d be here if they needed anything,” he shrugs and waves his hand at her, “now go and have your kiss on the top of the Ferris Wheel.” 

Robin slaps his shoulder, her cheeks taking on a deep red color, as Vickie giggles behind her. 

He chuckles at her, wiggling his brows and smirking at his best friend. 

Robin rolls her eyes and turns away from him, she offers her hand out to the redhead, who reaches for it, though with a blush on her cheeks and a shy smile on her lips. 

“See you later, Dingus,” Robin waves at Steve, not giving him the chance to respond before she drags her girl away and pushes through the crowds with her. 

Steve’s eyes follow them until he can no longer see them as they get lost in the midst of the chaos. Laughing children run around, chasing each other, a group of teenage boys carrying drinks they shouldn’t be allowed to buy, two young women walk past him, giggling amongst themselves as they eye him with interest in their eyes, Steve pays no mind to them, not even bothering to spare them a look despite the very obvious glances he is getting, even as they had already passed him. 

His eyes follow a different sight and his ears perk up at the sound of giggles that sound like yours, his lips twitch at the sound and his heart flutters wildly in his chest. 

He pushes himself off the tree he is leaning against and turns to look around. Steve’s hazel eyes soften the moment he finally sees you. 

You are standing in a circle with Eddie and his bandmates who all keep pestering you over something. Eddie leans closer to you and pinches your cheek, while Gareth jumps around you like some hyper puppy, his curls bouncing and his face flickering with amusement when you keep waving your hand at him. 

Steve smiles at the giggle that falls from your lips when Eddie swats your hand away after you ruffle his curls. 

He watches the way your lips move as you stare at him with a smug look on your face, saying something to him that makes him clutch his chest and gasp dramatically. 

Steve shakes his head as the metalhead lunges at you and you squeal in surprise before you turn around and run off with a giggle, bolting into the crowd with Eddie and Gareth hot on your heels, while Jeff and Grant follow the three of you slowly, shaking their heads in amusement.

Surprise lingers inside of him, Steve had never seen you so playful before, he had never witnessed you letting loose and having genuine fun. You are always on guard, always hiding away behind your brooding act that is slowly becoming less and less visible. 

Something has changed, something in your behavior has shifted in the past few weeks. You seem happier, you seem to smile more, you seem to be kinder to the people around you. 

Your walls are still up, but the foundation has begun to crumble, just like his did. 

You let him see a glimpse of something he never thought was even there, he saw your vulnerable side and your soft one, he saw how lovingly you treated your baby niece, he saw how sweet and gentle you could be – he saw the real you and it only made him weaker than ever before. 

There was always a part of him that left him feeling weak whenever he was with you – it wasn’t a bad kind of weak, but it was one that scared him. 

It doesn’t scare him anymore. 

He embraces the weakness now. 

Something, someone crashes into his chest, making him stumble back from the force, when he looks down, he finds you staring up at him, with your arms now wrapped around his waist and a softened look in your eyes as a smile rests on your lips. The dazzling, colorful lights from the rollercoaster and the ferris wheel only brighten the color of your eyes, making him get lost in them so easily. 

He feels your arms around his torso, and your hands on his back, your chest is now pressed against his and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say that the look in your eyes is a dreamy one as they look into his. 

The warmth in his chest blooms, the smile on his lips grows bigger, something in his stomach flutters when you stand on your tippy toes and remind him of the height difference between the two of you. 

“Hi Stevie,” you say softly. 

He would be lying if he said, he isn’t caught off guard by the tone in your voice and the look in your eyes, by your arms that are wrapped around him and your body that is pressed against his, so tightly and intimately, despite all the eyes that could see. 

“Hi Blondie,” he smiles as he slowly wraps his arms around you and acts on his feelings, when he brings you closer. 

The smell of your perfume is intoxicating and it does nothing to weaken the fluttering in his stomach. You smell like the cotton candy that you had shared with Max earlier and the beer you probably had been drinking all night, which is surprising, considering how much you despise the bitter taste of beer. 

“I missed you.” 

His eyes widen in surprise, and his eyebrows shoot up, the fluttering in his stomach now growing even stronger than before. 

You woke up in each other's arms this morning, you even sat at the kitchen table and drank your morning coffee together before you left to meet up with Eddie. 

But you missed him. 

You missed him, like he missed you.

Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, or maybe not – he hopes not. 

“Yeah?” He whispers. 

You nod, your eyes flicker to his lips, before they move back up, to meet his. 

“I missed you too, Blondie.”

He nearly crumbles when your smile grows even bigger and a blush creeps up on your face, a breathy, small giggle falls from your lips. And then, you surprise him once again, when you bury your face in his chest and hug him tightly. 

His heart rate picks up and his breathing becomes heavy from all the emotions inside of him. 

He certainly never met this side of you before,and he never even knew that you could become much softer than what he had already seen of you. 

Without looking around to make sure that you are away from prying eyes, he wraps his arms tighter around you, and hugs you in a way he wanted to all night. 

Confusion, adoration and happiness floods through him, all at once. 

Here he thought that this day would bring out some darkness in you, that you would hide in a corner and try to drink away your sorrows but instead the alcohol in your system brought something else out in you. 

As Steve holds you in the middle of the fairground and you slide your palm over his chest, resting your hand above the place where his heart beats strongly, he feels himself falling into your embrace, losing all his vision of the people and the things before him, losing all the sounds around him, no longer feeling the ground beneath his feet – all he sees is you, all he hears is the beating of his own heart, all he feels is you, only you. 

And as though, it didn’t hit him hard enough already, you place your chin on his chest and you tilt your head up to look at him, giving him a sweet smile, “kissy?” You ask, puckering your lips. 

He could melt into a puddle, right then and there. 

Despite not wanting to, he lets his eyes roam the space around you, making sure that none of your friends are watching, before he leans in to place a kiss on your lips – one that is way too quick for your liking, the pout that follows your puckered lips makes his heart burst. 

You look at him with literal puppy eyes, glinting with a pleading look. 

He almost doesn’t recognize you – you are not the Blondie that he saw a few hours back, but he is not complaining in the slightest, he really likes this side of you. 

Cupping your cheeks, he rests his large palms against your skin, his fingertips getting lost in your hair as he leans down to kiss you again, smacking his lips against yours, he delivers a loud kiss, one that makes you giggle when he pulls away again and looks down at you with a lazy smile on his face. 

“How much did you drink?” Steve asks, chuckling when you keep staring at him with a big smile. 

“Just a little bit,” you slur, and raise your hand to show him as you furrow your brows and hold your thumb and pointer finger into an L shape, “so much.” 

He laughs as he tucks your hair behind your ears, “alright.”

“I want something else now.” 

“What, more alcohol?” Steve asks, raising his brows. 

You shake your head, scrunching up your nose in a way that makes him smile as he looks at you adoringly.

“No, I think I had too much already.”

“Yeah, I think so too, honey,” he murmurs, the nickname rolling off his tongue easily, almost normal, “you don’t feel sick, do you?” 

“No, just thirsty.” 

“Alright, let’s get you something to drink then,” he says, unable to stop smiling, when you look at him this way. He moves his hands away from your face and he reaches for your hand, sliding his palm against your own, he entwines his fingers with yours, and you welcome his action, happily. 

Steve isn’t drunk, he didn’t have a single sip of alcohol this evening, not a single drag of Argyle’s joint and yet, he feels as though he is under the influence of something strong, his mind is in a haze, that careless and freeing feeling lingers in his chest, happiness and giddiness rushes through him and he feels as though he is floating with you. 

He can’t even find it in himself to care if anyone sees him with you like this – smiling at each other, hugging and kissing one another, holding hands, and acting like a couple. He knows your friends are here, but Steve just doesn’t give a damn – not even when Heidi walks past him with her friends and they all look at you weirdly. 

He hears the hushed whispers, he sees the squinted eyes as they look you up and down and their eyes fall on your entwined fingers. He pays no mind to the way they look at him, but irritation sparks at him when they keep staring at you. He can see the judgment, and the jealousy, it’s so obvious. 

Steve holds back the eyeroll and he grasps your hand tighter as he begins to drag you away from the prying eyes and the whispers of envy. He would rather kiss you and flip them off but he cannot risk this, he can’t risk you two getting caught. Rumors would circulate, words would get twisted and it would only be a matter of time until all your friends would find out. 

And he isn’t ready to get caught, he isn’t ready to lose this, to lose you. 

He glances down at you, seeing the smile that didn’t leave your face just yet. You are unaware to all the eyes on you, to the looks you were given, you are still holding onto his hand as tight as before, stepping closer to him when a group of boys rush past you. 

You turn to him and raise your head to glance at him, shooting him a sweet smile as you squeeze his hand, causing his heart to flutter and his smile to reappear. 

You are so cute like this. 

He pulls you closer and shields you from anyone who brushes past you as you walk through the crowd together, getting lost in the chaotic field, where the music is louder and the people are too. 

Steve looks around, trying to catch sight of the teens or Eddie and his bandmates but he only sees the town people that he couldn’t care less about while you follow him like some lost puppy, clinging to his side and looking up with big eyes, every few seconds or so. 

You both get in line at the drink stall, your hands are still joined, fingers entwined and arms still pressed together. You stumble into him, prompting him to hold you a little tighter. 

“I’m sorry,” you slur as you reach your free hand up to grab his arm. 

“It’s fine,” he chuckles at you, adoring you a little more and more as the seconds pass. 

You are drunk – not tipsy, not slightly drunk, no, you are genuinely and definitely drunk. And as he stands here with you, eying you closely and watching the way you keep looking up at him with your widened pupils and your lazy smiles, he realizes that he had never actually witnessed you being drunk – high and tipsy? Sure. But never drunk. 

“Why’d you drink so much, Blondie?” 

“I didn’t even drink that much,” you shrug, “I’m just not used to drinking that beer.”

Steve raises his brows, knowing how much you despise the taste of regular beer. You only drink it when it’s mixed with something. 

“What kind of beer?” 

You furrow your eyebrows, your eyes flash with confusion, you seemingly can’t remember the name of it. 

You look down and your eyes widen when you find a discarded can on the grass, you point your finger at it, “that one.”

Steve’s eyes follow your gaze and the direction your finger is pointing at, he raises his eyebrows again. 

“You don’t even like beer that much,” he mumbles and turns back to you. 

“Billy did,” you shrug. 

Oh. 

His features relax again and his shoulders slump a little, realization flickers in his eyes. 

You didn’t drink for fun, you were trying to forget about the sadness and the grief that must’ve lingered all day. 

He is surprised that the alcohol didn’t have a negative effect on you. Drinking while feeling sad can worsen those emotions, the alcohol can transform them into a darker sadness or even into anger and despair. 

But you seem fine, happy even. 

If only he knew that he is the reason for it. 

“The fireworks are about to start,” you say, pulling him out of his thoughts. 

He blinks. 

“Yeah,” Steve nods. 

“Do you want to watch them with me?” 

His heart skips a beat at the softness in your voice, at the hopeful look in your eyes and the sweet smile on your lips. 

Of course he does. 

“Yeah,” he smiles, nodding. “I’d love to.”

Your eyes crinkle as you beam at him, stealing his breath away with simple reactions like these. 

Steve is not even sure if anyone had ever looked at him this way, no one has ever even made him feel this way, no one had ever stolen his breath away just from simply looking at him the way you do now. 

You take him by surprise when you stand on your tippy toes and lean closer to him to place a kiss on his cheek, leaving him a blushing mess. 

Your giggle sounds like music to his ears, your touch drives him crazy as you squeeze yourself against him and lay your head on his chest as your arms come around his torso again. 

He could fall to his knees right here, right now. 

Is this the real you? 

Is this the side you’ve been hiding from the world? 

Is this the way you would have always been with him, had you not experienced so much loss and pain? 

Steve wraps his arms around you, unable to hold back from showing and giving you the affection that you are blessing him with in this moment, even when the anxiety of getting caught still lingers. 

He cups your cheeks and leans closer to your ear, “where do you wanna watch the fireworks?” 

“Maybe the woods? Or the big field?” You ask as you look at him with big eyes, “so we can be away from all these annoying people?”

He laughs when you gesture to the loud fairground visitors.

The lights that flicker around you kiss your beautiful face and your skin that he wants to feel on his at any time, your lips that always look so inviting, you look so delicate, so soft, so gorgeous, you look like someone that could ruin his life and right in this moment, he doesn’t even mind it, he would let you. 

It hits him, in this second, it hits him just how bad he’s got it for you. 

Steve Harrington is down bad. 

Down bad to a point in which he almost calls you ‘my girl’ when he is about to order your drink, he catches himself just in time but he can’t hide the blush that creeps up on his face. 

You don’t seem to notice though, you swing your joined hands back and forth and look around with a contentment in your relaxed features. 

He hands you the ice cold pepsi after placing the ten dollar bill on the small desk, telling the teen behind the counter to keep the change. 

“That was nice of you,” you say as you both start walking away from the drink stall and from the crowds.

“What, letting him keep the change?” 

You nod and let go of his hand to open your can. 

“Poor guy has to work on a holiday, he should get a good tip,” Steve shrugs, already missing the feeling of your hand in his, he raises his arm and wraps it around your shoulder instead, pulling you closer against him. 

Your lips twitch at that, a smile forms on your face. 

“Still, that was nice of you, you’re a nice guy,” you giggle. 

“Well, I gotta make up for all the times I wasn’t a nice guy.”

You don’t say anything to that, you can’t. Steve doesn’t even blame you, you witnessed him in his worst moments, you were his target, more than once. 

You shot back at him but your words weren’t hurtful, your insults and your jabs were never personal. You got under his skin, but not in the way he got under yours. 

He truly wasn’t a nice guy to you and that might be one of his biggest regrets. He was mean, awful even and now as he looks at you, at the cute frown on your face as you pop the can, at the way you take a sip of your favorite drink and smile afterwards, he can’t understand how he could ever treat you so unkindly, how he didn’t see you before.  

You might’ve been rough, snarky and unapproachable but there was never denying of how beautiful you are, how beautiful you have always been. 

How come he never asked you out? 

He might’ve never seen this side of you before and he only ever knew one side of you, but your snarkiness wouldn’t have kept King Steve away from you, if anything, your little act should’ve made him more intrigued. 

And now he can’t help but wonder what things would have been like had he not treated you the way he did, had he asked you out and fought for a chance with you. 

Could’ve things been different then? 

Would you have fallen in love with him? 

Would you have prevented the heartbreak that Nancy had cursed him with two years ago? 

The pain from his last relationship no longer matters to Steve, not since you, but this question still lingers. 

“This spot is perfect.”

You pull him out of the past and back into the presence with a tug on his hand. 

Steve looks around, you are no longer surrounded by people, instead it’s the trees that are around you and him, you’re at the edge of the forest, not far enough to drown at the music and the chatter but quiet enough to hear your voice clearer now, it’s much darker out here but he can still see you well enough. 

You close your eyes and drink your pepsi, completely unaware of his unwavering glances. A sigh leaves your lips and you place the now half full can on the ground before you step closer to him and reach for his hand again, taking a look at the watch around his wrist, you squint your eyes and lean down closer, “it’s about to start any minute.” 

He smiles at you, nodding his head slowly, “yeah.”

Steve feels the urge to pull you tight against him, to hold you and kiss you like he never did before. 

You look up and meet his eyes when you notice his staring, a smile appears on your lips, “what?” You ask with a soft giggle. 

He shakes his head and shrugs, “nothing.”

You bite your lip and he wants nothing more than to grab your face and kiss you breathless. 

You raise your eyebrows at him and stare back at him, stumbling over air as you try to take a step closer to him, making you both chuckle at your drunken clumsiness, your hand falls against his body, while he grabs your waist, steadying you on your own feet, “whoa, easy tiger.” 

You giggle at the nickname, making his own smile widen. 

“You’re really drunk, aren’t you?” 

You don’t even deny it, in fact, you don’t even answer the question as you keep staring up at him, keeping your hands against his chest as your eyes flicker from the spitcurl that hangs over his forehead, his eyes and his lips. 

Steve’s stomach flutters just the way his heart does, his skin tingles beneath from your touches, the look in your eyes makes him want to kiss you even more. 

“You’re feeling okay though, right?” He whispers as he slowly brings his hand up to the side of your face and he cups your cheek. 

“Yeah, I’m okay now,” you nod, leaning into his touch, “I-I just… I miss him.”

Steve might never understand the friendship you had with Billy, he only knew the ugly sides of him but you knew more, you saw deeper, you were his friend – something Steve didn’t even know Billy had, he was sure the guy didn’t even know what the term ‘friendship’ even meant. 

“And that’s okay, Blondie,” he says, giving you a sad smile, “it’s okay to miss people and to grieve for them.”

Tears well up in your eyes and your lips curl downwards. 

Steve didn’t mean for this to happen, he didn’t mean to make you cry. 

“Hey,” he whispers, pulling you closer as he catches the first tear with his thumb, “it’s okay, honey.”

You sniffle and roll your eyes at yourself, “he would punch me in the face for crying,” you joke.

Steve can’t help but laugh. 

“And he’d make fun of me for being with you, he would like–” you pause and lean in to peck his lips, “he would smack my head if I did that in front of him!” You say with a giggle, despite the tears that still keep falling.

His cheeks heat up at the kiss, the need for more growing strong in his chest. 

“He really didn’t like me, huh?”

“Not one fucking bit, Stevie,” you chuckle sadly. 

Steve wonders how things would be if he was still here, would this thing between you even work out? 

Would Billy keep you away from him?

“But nothing could take me away from you, he’d just have to suck it up,” you whisper as you peck his lips again, shutting down the worries in his head. 

He almost feels his pulse in his throat as his heart beats faster, your words doing little to calm the beating of his heart. 

“Oh?” Is the only thing he can say as all the other words freeze in his brain. 

You nod as you look into his eyes deeply, refusing to break eye contact. He notices the way your chest starts moving faster as your breathing gets heavier, he sees the way your smile transforms into a nervous frown and your throat bobs as you try to come up with words. 

His breath hitches in his throat when you whisper his name shakily. 

“I–”

Whatever you were about to say gets lost in the wind as the loud explosion in the sky cuts you off and tears your attention away from him. The colors pop in the sky, illuminating the darkened space around you both.

You tilt your head to watch the lights that reflect in your eyes, the smile you wore before makes its way back into your pretty face, the tension in your body disappears and you relax into him again. 

But while your drunken mind gets distracted by all of this so easily, Steve only really sees you. He doesn’t look up just yet, he lets himself admire you for a moment. 

Your eyes light up as they meet his for a brief second, flashing with awe. 

His heart could jump out of his chest from how hard it’s beating, his knees could give out any moment now. 

“Look!” You beam at him as you point your finger at the blue colors. 

His gaze follows yours but it returns to your face so quickly, something about you pulls him in, a magnet, a string, a strong connection – he can’t identify it yet, but he feels like his whole being yearns for you and not just sexually. 

He wants to keep doing this, he wants to keep holding your hand, he wants to keep hugging you, he wants to keep spending time with you like this, he wants to stand under the night sky with you, and he especially wants to do this. 

“Hey,” he whispers as he cups your cheeks with both hands, pulling your attention back to him. 

You greet him with an adoring smile, “hi,” you whisper.

Steve caresses your cheek, he is starting to lean in closer, fading out the colors that flash in his peripheral vision, before his lips can even touch yours, you throw your arms around his neck and beat him to it, pressing your lips against his over and over again before you move on to both of his cheeks and even the tip of his nose as you start showering him in kisses, catching him off guard completely. 

Steve giggles in surprise, his cheeks match the colors that lighten up the sky as they glow red. 

And then, you finally pull him into a longer kiss. 

You close your eyes and he does too, your lips start moving slowly, passionately. You rest your hands on his neck and steal his breath away by deepening the kiss as you slip your tongue into his mouth and let him have a taste of your sweetness, the cotton candy and the pepsi still linger on your lips. 

Your noses bump into each other and you break the kiss with a giggle, giving him a sweet smile before you lean back in again, kissing and continuing to steal his breath away, not knowing what you have just done to his poor heart, how much life, how much hope you have filled it with. 

A smile, a giggle, a simple kiss with you is all it takes for all the defense around him to crumble into dust. 

Something he thought he lost seeps back into his heart, something he thought that stayed in the past and to never be touched again blooms in him. 

Everything inside of him screams in joy, his stomach doing somersaults, his skin prickling from the excitement, his lips tugging into a smile even through the kiss that he deepens more and more. 

This kiss is different from all the other ones you have shared before, this one means something, this one won’t lead to you tearing each other’s clothes off. No, this is just a kiss. 

A kiss that means everything. 

A kiss that changes everything. 

You stole his breath completely and made it your own, you stole his heart, his soul, his whole being. 

And the noise of the fireworks, the sparks igniting from them, match those in Steve's heart. Just exploding, bursting, burning him from inside out.

And he embraces the feeling fully.

He wants more of this, more of you. 

He wants to cross a line, he wants you in a whole new way and he is no longer ashamed to admit it to himself. 

It feels like forever as you stand there beneath the sparkling sky, kissing and staying in each other’s embrace as you both savor every second of this moment, only pulling away to catch your breaths before you lean back in for more. 

The fireworks stop, but only those in the sky. 

Your lips are still moving with each other, your tongues still mingling together, whines and whimpers fall from you – tonight, they don’t fill him with lust and need, no, tonight they fill him with adoration. 

Your arms tighten around his neck, your nose is flush against his as you refuse to break the kiss but the lack of air makes it impossible and it forces you away from him, though you don’t pull away too far, only enough to catch your breath.

Steve leans his forehead against yours, slowly opening his eyes to look into yours, his heart flutters yet again when he sees how wide your eyes are, how they flicker with deep emotions. 

Unable to hold back, he leans in to peck your puffy lips one more time. 

“Steve,” you whisper as your hands begin to slip from his shoulders to his chest. 

“Yes?”

“Can I be with you tonight?”

He furrows his brows at your question, he wants you to be with him tonight, he wants you with him every night. 

“Of course, Blondie.”

You smile at him though it’s a weak one and it makes him frown. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” you shake your head, scrunching your nose. 

“Are you feeling sick?” He asks, tilting your head up. 

You shake your head again, “just really tired.”

Your words are still slurred, the alcohol still deep in your system. 

“Let’s go home then.”

“Do you want to go?” You ask, looking at him with a cute frown on your face as you tilt your head to the side, “I-I can still wait if you want to stay here longer.”

Steve smiles at you, shaking his head, “no, I want to go home with you.”

The smile on your lips replaces the frown. 

He brushes his thumb against your bottom lip and stares at you adoringly. 

“Come on, we should tell Eddie.” 

You pick up your discarded drink before you slide your fingers through his, intertwining your fingers with his again. 

“Let’s go,” he whispers, squeezing your hand. 

You follow him without a single word, walking beside him quietly as you make your way out of the woods and back into the fair where the lights are bright and he can see you better now. 

It’s still just as crowded as it was before and just as loud. 

Steve keeps you close, glancing at you, he notices the squinted eyes and how displeased you look by all the noises and the people around you. 

He holds your hand tighter, giving it another reassuring squeeze. 

“I can’t wait to go to sleep,” you mumble, taking the last few sips of your soda before you throw it into the trashcan you pass by. You wrap your free hand around his bicep and squish your cheek against it.

Steve’s smile widens, his eyes glint with nothing but fondness. 

“There you are!” 

Steve turns to find Eddie walking towards you both, throwing his hands up with a worried look on his face that slowly begins to disappear when he realizes that you have been with him all this time, though his eyebrows pull together when he sees your entwined hands and the closeness between you. 

Steve expects you to run away from him and into your best friend’s arms, but you don’t, you stick to his side. 

“Hi Eddie!” You mumble lazily as a smile appears on your face. 

You all halt in your tracks once you meet in the middle. 

“Hey sweets, are you okay?” He asks, eying you up and down one more time. 

“Peachy!”

“Where have you been?” 

Steve clears his throat, “we watched the fireworks from the woods and now I’m gonna take this one home, she’s tired.”

Eddie squints his eyes at him, giving a once over now – the way he has been doing it for some time now, like he is suspicious of his actions, like he wants to figure him out so he can protect you from him and irritates Steve. 

“I can take her home,” Eddie shrugs. 

“No!” You protest, clinging to Steve’s arm, you hold him tighter not wanting to be pulled away from him. 

Steve chuckles softly, he looks down at you adoringly. 

“Don’t worry, Eddie. I’ll take her home to sleep, maybe shove some coffee down her throat, see if that helps. I am sensing I’m having a hungover Blondie tomorrow.” 

Eddie raises one eyebrow at him, he crosses his arms over his chest, defensively. And Steve notices it from the corner of his eye, causing the smile to leave his face as a frown etches into his features instead. 

“I’m not doing anything if that's what you’re fucking thinking, Munson.” 

Eddie raises his hands up in surrender, “sorry, can’t blame me for caring.”

That… Stings. 

That actually hurts his feelings. 

He may not be as close to Eddie as you are to him, but Eddie knows him well enough to know that he would never do anything like this. 

“You really think I’m that disgusting?” Steve asks, not bothering to hide the hurt in his voice. 

Eddie sighs. 

Of course he doesn’t. 

He is just protective of his best friend, of her feelings. 

Neither of you notice the way you keep looking between them, completely lost and confused. 

“I don’t know what kind of deal you both have, Steve, but I’m allowed to care. I would’ve given her the same look if the roles were reversed.” 

“She’s not like that,” Steve argues instantly. 

Eddie sighs again, uncrossing his arms, he drops them to his side as he takes a look at the sky with a long sigh. 

“I know she’s not, I know you’re not. Just… take care of her…”

Steve is still hurt by Eddie’s reaction, by the accusing look in his eyes, like Steve would do anything to hurt you. 

He knows that it might only be because you are his best friend, because he feels protective of you, because he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you – but to know that he was worried about you while you were with him makes him feel sick. 

Steve would never do anything to hurt someone, let alone you. 

“Can we go now?” You ask, looking up at him with big eyes. 

A weak smile appears on his face as he looks down at you, “yeah, we can go.”

Steve doesn’t notice the way Eddie’s squinted eyes linger on him, the way he looks down at your hands, watching as Steve pulls you closer despite you being glued to his side already. 

He can’t help but sigh when he sees the way you look at him, the dreaminess and the love is so evident and it worries him, your feelings for Steve worry him because he fears that he will break your heart, that he will rip it out of your chest. 

Eddie is so focused on his worries, he doesn’t even see the way Steve looks at you. 

“I’m gonna call you tomorrow, Eds.”

Eddie smiles at you, “yeah, alright.” 

Steve nods at Eddie, only giving him a small smile as he starts pulling you away. 

“Bye man,” Steve mumbles as he brushes past him. 

“Bye Eddie!” 

“Yeah, sleep well, sweets.” Eddie smiles, waving at you. 

Walking away from the fairground and leaving behind the crowds of people and your best friend feels like a relief to Steve. He can’t move past the glances the metalhead gave to him, the worried looks he spared you as though you were in some kind of danger with him. 

He can’t confront him, he can’t talk to him about it and tell him how wrong he is though, he would give away his feelings and he can’t do that. 

You walk beside him quietly, not a single word falls from your lips, you just keep holding his hand, looking up at him every once in a while until you make it to his car. 

Steve opens the door for you, begrudgingly letting go of you so you can get inside, he helps you buckle in your seatbelt, a surprised chuckle falls from his lips when you use the opportunity to kiss his cheek and he can’t even help himself but do the same to you, smacking his lips against your cheek to give you a loud smooch, one that makes you giggle. 

He can see the tiredness in your eyes, the way you slowly blink and how you sink deeper into the car seat as you yawn. 

“Let's get you into bed, honey.”

Steve keeps the music on low during the drive home, you keep dozing off as your head keeps falling to the side but every time you open your eyes again, you look at him and you keep your eyes on him, making him blush beneath your softened gaze. 

And then, you make his heart swell and his chest vibrate when you place your hand on his thigh and smile at him sweetly. 

Everything about you drives him crazy today. 

Every glance, every touch, every word, every kiss. 

You have brought something out in him, something that was buried deep inside, hidden and locked away but you have found the key, you unlocked it, you brought something back that he thought was impossible to ever resurface again and you made it yours, you made him yours, all yours. 

And now, he wants to give you everything. 

He wants to take care of you, he wants to shower you with affection, he wants to be the one for you. 

You’re making things complicated but in the most amazing of ways, in the most beautiful of twists that he couldn’t believe would happen again for him. Your small glances are enough to turn a flame in his entire body, your hand on his thigh as he parks at his home enough to send butterflies in his stomach, butterflies that he swore died when Nancy broke his heart.

Your touch is enough to make him tremble and make his knees buckle, when he helps you out of his car, both of you laugh as you almost fall right on your ass, even with his help. He is happy. He is content. He is extremely giddy when he is with you, as if he were fourteen all over again.

Even when you are not like this, when you are not this bubbly uncaring self, he still enjoys his time with you. He enjoys the accidental snorts that make him laugh as you swat him to try to stop him from laughing. The happy delighted moans you give when you try his cooking. The out of nowhere conversations in the mornings that you two now share together. 

He likes it when you put on that strong wall, it makes you look cute, it makes him want to break it down. He loves the small banter, the pretend fights when you two are with the whole group, the way you pinch his side when you walk past him when no one is looking. He adores it.

When he finally manages to get you inside, he immediately urges you into the kitchen, making you drink water, not pepsi, despite your pouts and your teary eyes which almost make him become a puddle on the floor. He also gives you a leftover chicken sandwich he had in his fridge so you would eat something to absorb the alcohol.

“Eat at least half of that.” He commands and you just grumble something, cutely so, underneath your breath as you take a bite. He knew you probably didn’t eat anything at the fair, a possible reason for your drunkenness.

“I’ll eat… if you give me a kiss.” And just like that you pucker your lips his way and his heart can barely handle it. He licks his lips before leaning towards you and placing them on yours in a soft peck, a quick one. You smile before taking the first bite, and when you swallow it seems as if it turns on the hunger in your belly because you devour that sandwich in seconds.

He hopes you keep it down your stomach for the whole night and that it helps you feel okay in the morning. He wonders how you will act tomorrow, if you’ll remember all of this, if you’ll remember how much you kissed him, how you made him feel. He should tell you… He should…

But what if it’s the alcohol doing its thing?

“Okay, let’s go to bed.” And doing so turns out to be a challenge because as soon as you finish your food and water, your eyelids start to drop. Getting you off the stool and dragging you upstairs is easy but keeping you sitting up as he tries to change you into his clothes, that is another issue.

“I don’t wanna…” You mumble as you throw yourself back down onto the mattress, chest bare. He would have gotten riled up, if it weren’t for the fact he felt domestic, fluttery, and his chuckles came out easily out of his lips when looking at you.

“You have to, it’s just the shirt, come on.” His voice is soft as he talks to you, making you raise yourself up again, sitting in front of him and raising your arms up for him to slide his shirt on you. As soon as it’s on, you bounce back and get comfortable in his pillow with a contented sigh. He smiles at you as he takes off his shirt and starts unbuckling his belt in order to get comfortable. His own tiredness is starting to take a toll on his body.

He doesn’t notice that you had turned your head to look at him again, and a wolf whistle is heard in the room, making him turn to look at you. You have a cheeky smile on your face and he feels himself blushing slightly as he laughs, taking his pants off next, leaving him in boxers only. 

“As if you haven’t seen it before.” He says and it only makes you whistle again as he saunters over with a shake of his head, a smile still plastered on his lips.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t adore it everytime,” you whisper. 

And that makes the smile drop, but in shock. Your words went deep, soothing over wounds that had been created long ago, and he doesn’t mean his scars. He has to clear his throat in order to walk towards the bed and get inside right next to you, only for you to immediately crawl on top of him, laying your chin on his chest, looking at him.

It holds so much adoration for some reason, a sparkle that makes Steve’s stomach turn, hope that rose in his throat like vomit, ready to come out, overwhelming him. You are looking at him as if he hung the stars for you, as if he were your only person in the entire world. 

And he knows he is looking down at you in the exact same way.

“What now?”

“You’re just so pretty… It’s stupid how pretty you are.” He chuckles, making his chest rumble and for you to bounce up and down with it. 

You pout but it’s followed by a smile, “it’s true, you are.”

“I’m not told that very often Blondie.” He honestly replies and that makes you raise your head up and look down at him with determination in your eyes. “Wh–”

He can’t even finish his question because your lips start going crazy on his face, but softly, caring, taking extra time on following the lines of moles he has on his jaw. He is startled, shocked, for no one ever did this to him, not even his own mother. No one ever showered him with affection, with kisses. 

And as though that wasn’t sweet and surprising enough, you nuzzle your nose against his, giggling when a big smile appears on his face. 

You are cute. You are so fucking cute. 

It is an overwhelming feeling, one that almost makes him feel like crying. 

Your lips pressed on the tip of his nose as you pulled away, a proud smile on your face, and he wonders what is going through your mind right now. If it it’s all true, fuck, he wants it all to be true. He needs it to be true. He needs and desires that you are doing all of this intentionally to him, despite the alcohol. 

“There, now you know.” 

You really are beautiful, so beautiful. He feels drunk on you, seeing you, feeling you… his hand rises up, not able to contain himself as it runs through the back of your head and pulls you down to his lips, letting him give you a deep kiss. A kiss that made the fireworks he saw earlier explode inside his room again. 

You follow his lips with a hum, and he doesn’t want to pull away. He needs it all. He needs you. Not in the way he has been having you the past month. Not at all, not even close.

He lets you pull away, and his hand caresses your cheek, pulling your head down to rest on his chest again as your legs intertwine with his underneath the sheets. He wonders if you can hear how fast his heart is beating. If it bangs your head from how hard he feels his chest being hit with it. 

“Sleep Blondie.” He wishes anything but that, but he needs the silence, the time alone.

“Hmm… night Stevie…” And he knows your eyes are closed, that you mumble that with the last bit of strength you had. His eyes remain on the ceiling as his mind starts working, gears going round and round, going overtime.

He had been running from the definition of the feeling, even if he knew it was there, even if he accepted everything else that came with it. He kept running and running, and now he had hit a wall.

So it’s time to stop and turn around to face you.

Steve Harrington decides to stop running as he looks down at you and his lips press at the top of your head while his arms hold you tighter. You whine in your sleep, yet your cheek nuzzles even more into his chest. 

He can’t deny you anymore. Not when you look like this in his arms. Not when you peppered his face with kisses he never received. Not when he saw you in a vulnerable moment of yours. Not when he gets to see you moan in pleasure because of him. Not when he gets to see you have fun with everyone else. Not when you saved his life, going headfirst for him. Not when you already send smiles his way that make his heart stop.

And if you wake up tomorrow with a headache, he will be waiting for you with coffee in hand, an advil, and some food, ready to help you. To take care of you. He will let you lay in his bed all the time you need, all in order to make you feel better.

Because Steve Harrington started feeling again.

He likes you. He terribly and adoringly likes you… and he is afraid because–

It’s nowhere near little. Not at all.

“Can’t believe I fell for you, Blondie.”

♡

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[munsster]

Hiiiiiiii loved your Eddie munson x wealthy!reader fix, I was wondering if you could do a billy Hargrove one? Thank you bby💗

billy with a wealthy s/o

A/N: its 100% giving reluctant allies to lovers gif cred: @selinasdalton

Warnings: partying, drinking/smoking, insults (mostly playful), pet names (sweetheart), implied sex

the FIRST thing i thought of was reader rolling with the popular crowd

ie harrington, tommy, carol etc

and seeing billy for the first time at a party

honestly, he probably offers you a drink or better yet a smoke

and you’re disgusted (horny)

and he thinks he’s totally gonna score (you accepted his drink offer)

neither of you really remember how or when it started

you can never agree on an anniversary date

but you both know he fell first

mainly because he was absolutely floored by just how many insults you had ready in your back pocket

“the ball goes in the basket, airhead” “you look like rob lowe if he was a woman and a munch” “my dog could sink more free throws than you and he’s 20 years old”

honestly, he was a little flattered by your creativity

which is why he knew he had to get in your pants somehow

and the first time you invited him over to your house, you wouldn’t hear the end of it

“hey, richie rich, where’s your robot maid?”

“oh, it’s her day off”

“…”

“i’m kidding,” you tease, “she’s not a robot”

he does not know how to handle the amount of shit you spoil him with

“billy… i really like your necklace”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“i can buy you a new—”

“i dont need a new one, sweetheart”

and you don’t know how to handle the fact that he doesn’t want to be spoiled

but you eventually figure out how to be sneaky with it

making him lunches (con caviar), ‘accidentally’ misplacing his shoes so you have to buy him new ones, taking him to fancy barbershops and paying half the cost so it still seems like he’s paying the full price

some may say it’s manipulative. you say it’s loving.

and the first time he buys you a meaningful, mildly expensive gift, you tear up a little bit

you bringing him to the golf course and finding out 1) he’s really good at golf and 2) he is excellent cougar bait

not that you want the over 60’s hitting on your man, but it’s very sweet when they send him drinks and call him a handsome young man

you definitely encourage him to play into it with some “how are you young ladies this evening?” and “don’t you have to be 21 to sit at the bar?” action

he has his fun with it, but he really only does it ‘cause it makes you smile

would never BEG for anything…. but he DOES get really sad when you don’t bring him to the mall to watch you try on shoes or sweaters or whatever.

yeah, if there’s something he’d beg for, it’s that

he lives for the moment you walk out of the dressing room, do a twirl, and ask (like clockwork) “do you like it?”

his answer is always yes, but you claim to know the differences in his tone that indicate what he actually likes

sometimes, if he’s lucky, you’ll let him sit inside the dressing room. watching you change. watching you change.

he is the reason you’re both banned from sears at starcourt

the first really expensive watch you gift him is INSANE

it has like four dials and you said something about alligator leather and 18 carat gold

he can’t decide between wearing it on special occasions to preserve its value or never taking it off because he loves you

when you do stay at his house, usually no ones home

but you have met max

and she likes to stay away from you

but you took her to get a new skateboard and you think that might’ve helped her warm up to you

just a smidge

now she lets you gossip about stupid boys and watch shitty action movies with her

she even promised she would go as croft’s robin for halloween if you swore you’d go as wilson’s batman

that was an interesting halloween for billy

your mansion house has this shiny ass gramophone in one of the downstairs offices

and you told billy that the last thing that had played on it was a glenn miller ‘best of’ album

and that was just not good enough for billy

so one night, he brought over his twisted sister vinyl and convinced you to dance with him while what you don’t know blasted through the brassy pavillon

he also may or may not have convinced you to make out with him while the rest of the record played

even though you drive a brand new, cherry red benz (convertible, he might add), you still love it when he drives the two of you in his camaro

but you also let him drive your car whenever he wants. and he wants to most of the time.

in fact, he’s pretty sure he drives your car more than you do

he also loves to let you dress him up

and do his hair (please practice that cute hairstyle you saw on him. he’ll think about your hands in his hair for hours on end)

even if youre just going on a chill diner date, you still drag him into your (now shared) walk-in closet and pick out these satin shirts and pressed slacks and the shiniest shoes he’s ever seen

but of course, most of your dates are lavish and breathtakingly creative, anyway, so he’s already dressed accordingly

his new catch phrase is something along the lines of “what happened to eating somewhere normal. like pizza hut”

sometimes, his only requirement is “as long as there’s no chandelier”

you flatter him so often, he gets grumpy on days you forget to call him handsome (or pretty boy, which has really grown on him)

typically, he wouldnt go for all the fuss and feathers, but he likes to see you happy.

and boy, does prettying him up make you happy

seriously, you get the wildest look on your face. it’s fulfilling enough that billy feels safe to say he’s content being your ken doll forever

if you’d let him

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[afewproblems]

Season Two Halloween AU Part Nine

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Synopsis: What if Eddie had been at Tina's Halloween Party in Season Two? Featuring Steve!Whump, Stancy Breakup, and Eddie just trying to keep up with all these new revelations about who King-Steve actually is...

As always, thank you thank you to the lovely Jess @strangersteddierthings for cheering me on, letting me send spoilers, and Steddie screaming with me!

***

Eddie moves, trying to find a comfortable position in the firm plastic hospital chair, letting his legs stretch out into the bulk of the hallway and sliding down the chair. 

He won't be able to stay like this for much longer either, but it's worth it for the irritated looks he can feel from the nurses station.

Eddie hadn't been allowed in the room with Steve while he was being assessed, forcing him to wait outside in the hallway.

He can hear them talking, not bothering to be quiet at four in the morning.

"There's no answer, who isn't home at this time of night?"

"Did you try the secondary number?"

"Yes, it's for a business though and all I get is the answering machine for a Richard Harrington". 

Eddie frowns, silently agreeing with the first nurse, why the hell aren't they here?

That's when he remembers something Steve had mentioned, so casually, Eddie realizes, feeling a little sick, that his parents wouldn't be home until Thanksgiving this year. 

Which is just shy of a month away still, give or take a week.

Just how long have they been gone, he wonders, feeling an anxious pit begin to form in his stomach, and what would that mean for him now?

He's saved from this train of thought for the moment by Hopper appearing at the end of the hall, his heavy step and squeaky boots announcing themselves well before he steps into view. 

He looks exhausted, and a little worse for wear, and Eddie has never been happier to see a cop.

He walks past Eddie, though he does spare him a single nod, and makes his way to the nurses station. 

"Morning," Hopper says gruffly, his voice crackles as though it's either been used too much or too little recently.

"'M'here about the Harrington kid, we have a few questions for him and his injuries and then I'll be taking him home after his statement".

"Sir, that's not--" one of the Nurses tries, only for Hopper to flash his badge and knock his knuckles once on the top of the desk.

"Which room?" He at least has the decency to ask this time, throwing a thumb over his shoulder. 

Eddie hears a long sigh as the other Nurse mutters, '206'; Hopper doesn't even wait for her to finish the word before he's turning on his heel, his boots making a horrible squeak against the linoleum tiles as moves. 

He slows to a stop in front of Eddie, finally looking at him, it's always been nerve wracking having the chiefs full attention on him, though there's a rather big difference between now and the last time, down at the station.

"They check you out?" He grumbles to Eddie, his fingers tap a nervous rhythm on his leg.

Eddie shakes his head, "Steve took the brunt of everything tonight". 

Hopper nods, his gruff face pinched with something close to worry, but it's gone in an instant.

He looks down the hall at something over Eddie's shoulder and lifts his hand in a muted wave before turning back to Eddie.

"You should head home Munson, I took the liberty of getting you a ride".

Eddie frowns at the words and startles slightly as another person sits down beside him, he hadn't even noticed until Wayne was all of a sudden right there.

Eddie blinks, exhaustion and emotion all encompassing; he feels as though he might sink into the floor or tip forward and fall away from the world right then and there, but Wayne reaches out, clasping his shoulder with his firm warm hand. Like he always does.

"Wayne," Eddie says in a tremulous voice, the weight of the night finally crashes over him, the dogs, Billy, the tunnels, it's too much. The image of Steve crumpling to the floor, shards of ceramic in his hair, plays over and over again.

Eddie's face is wet as Wayne pulls him into his arms, he ignores the way the hospital chair digs into his ribs as he moves.

"S'okay Ed," Wayne whispers, letting his hand rub soothing circles on his back, up and down.

Wayne says something above Eddie's head, most likely to Hopper, but he doesn't care, not now. He focuses on the grounding feeling of being held, the warm comfort of knowing that when he needed it, his uncle was there. 

He tries not to think about the fact that it's Hopper in Steve's room rather than his parents. 

***

They don’t talk after. 

It shouldn’t have been surprising really. After the whirlwind in the tunnels, learning that Dustin really had managed to bond with one of the creatures over a mediocre chocolate bar, and finally, finally, getting Steve to the hospital, it was like everything else was put on the back burner. 

The government gives them all NDAs to sign, including Wayne now --how was he not going to tell his uncle after the hospital? The government officials had given Eddie a bit of trouble about it during the debrief about their cover story, until Wayne and Hopper had argued his defense. 

The worst part though, about everything, is the pretending. 

Pretending that everything is normal, like there aren't monsters from an alternate dimension running around Hawkins, like the government didn't know about the real reason so many people, like Mr.Newby, had died. Pretending that small petty things like his late homework assignments, or who was dating who in the wilds of Hawkins High really mattered. 

With that being said, the news that Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers were officially dating now, surged through the school. 

Pretending that that news doesn't make Eddie feel relieved was also difficult.

Well, maybe relieved isn't the right word, but after Eddie's half-assed confession before the tunnels, and the stay in the hospital, Steve has been avoiding him. 

And if it wasn’t because of Nancy….

Well, Eddie tries not to dwell too much on it.

Two weeks after their trip into the Dismal Caverns, Eddie spots, speak of the devil, Nancy Wheeler leaning on his locker.

The last bell has long past so it's only the stragglers now wandering halls, those waiting for Band Practice to start, those just getting out of detention. 

Three guesses which one he's here for. 

Eddie hasn't seen or spoken to Nancy since their government meeting, not that either had been particularly chatty that night, but she had at least sent a grateful smile Eddie's way as one of the officials went through the whole story of that night.

So to see her now sets his teeth on edge and his stomach plummeting into his shoes.

Is it back, did something happen to Will, did another Demodog surface?

Is Steve okay? 

As if Nancy can see the terrified questions swirling around his head, she raises the hand not holding her books to her chest and says lowly, "everyone's fine". 

Eddie lets out the breath he's holding, trying to lower his heart rate, "haven't seen you around these parts Wheeler, don't tell me you need a pick me up?"

He tries for a swarthy smile but it falls flat as the adrenalin from his earlier panic is still running rampant, he runs a sweaty hand through his hair, trying to hide the slight shake.

Nancy rolls her eyes and pushes herself off the locker by her shoulder, tipping her head towards the far back door to the building. 

She says nothing as she leads him out of the school and towards his usual picnic table in the trees.

Eddie tugs his leather jacket around his torso as a harsh November breeze kicks up dead leaves and dust around the school building in small whirls. He wishes in this moment he had found a zip up closure rather than one with button snaps.

Eddie laughs nervously as they enter the treeline, "uh huh, you sure you didn't want something?"

Nancy turns to sit on top of the table, her face impassive, "Mrs. Click was still there, in her room, I don't need to have any meetings with her and my parents because they think I'm being corrupted," she lifts her hands and makes exaggerated quotations with her fingers before rolling her eyes again. 

"We can talk here," she says primly, setting her books down on the table beside her. 

Eddie grins, "you're probably setting yourself up for a meeting with the counselor tomorrow anyway, walking out of the school with me".

He kicks at a bottle cap in the grass and watches as it tumbles a few feet away. When he looks back up, Nancy is staring at him with a pinched brow.

"I'll bite, what's going on?" 

Nancy nods and it's like a switch flips, her spine straightens slightly and her shoulders square before a determined expression smoothes out her face, it's eerie how similar it is to Steve's.

"What is he to you?" Nancy asks, 

"Who?" Eddie stumbles over the word, already knowing exactly who Nancy is asking about.

She looks around now, prompting Eddie to do the same, just in case.

"I know it isn't," she hesitates for a beat as though searching for the word, "safe to talk about it, but," she blinks once, twice, "that's part of why I'm here, asking". 

"I won't see Steve get hurt, not again". 

"So," Nancy stands now, gracefully rising to her feet and stepping off the table, she takes a step closer towards Eddie, "what is he to you?"

He has a good five or six inches on her at least but the fire in her blue eyes makes him feel so much smaller in this moment. 

Eddie feels a snarl build in his chest, the words tumbling out before he can get a chance to really think about them.

"That's fucking rich coming from you, as though you didn't rip his heart out at that stupid Halloween party". 

Nancy's face pales slightly, but there's blood in the water now.

He never really had the heart to ask Steve this question, and he probably never would have been able to actually answer it. 

But Nancy can. 

"Steve is brave, fucking reckless but he's brave, and selfless, and he cares so much --about everything,"

Eddie forces himself to stay where he is, to not move, but his voice climbs in volume, carrying through the trees. 

"You had that and you threw it away Wheeler, and you come in here asking what he is to me?"

He watches as Nancy looks around them frantically watching for people, but Eddie doesn't care, he keeps going.

"He's more than some bullshit you toss in the trash".

There are twin spots of red on the high points of her cheekbones, matching the flush painting her ears, Nancy pins him with a frosty glare as she breathes out slowly through her nose.

"Well, you certainly care, don't you, that's a question answered at least".

She clears her throat and blinks again, and to Eddie's horror, her eyes shine with tears in the afternoon sun. 

"You don't know what it was like after everything last year, how hard it was".

She wipes roughly at one of the tears that rolls down her cheek, cutting it off.

"I wanted to talk about it, I wanted to tell Barb's parents what happened to their daughter, my--"

Nancy swallows roughly, her nostrils flaring, "my best friend, was dead". 

"And Steve wanted to pretend that everything was fine, that it was normal," she clears her throat and wipes at her eyes again, "and I can't do that, I don't have it in me to let it go yet". 

Eddie nods, he gets it.

He didn't understand how everyone was able to just go on like everything in the last week didn't happen, or if he will ever forget the sounds those things made as they screamed in the darkness, that people had died that night. 

He can't pretend either and it's a relief to know he isn't the only one.

Eddie opens his mouth to apologize but Nancy keeps going, her words softer this time.

"I don't really believe that Steve has been able to let it go either if I'm being honest," Nancy says, her eyes searching Eddie's face as she speaks, "he sleeps with the hall lights on, did he tell you? He can't stand the dark anymore". 

"Yeah," Eddie breathes out, "he's said it before, I didn't know about the hall, but.."

He lets the thought trail off, it makes sense. It's not as though he's been sleeping well since everything ended either. Wayne had woken him up that first night to stop his screaming and calm him down, he ended up crawling in with Wayne for the rest of the night, something he hadn't done since he was eight.

Eddie startles slightly at the sudden small hand touching his arm. Nancy pulls back almost immediately at his flinch, regret painting her face.

"Steve needs something that I can't give him,"   and I need more than he can give me, it wasn't meant to last". 

"I didn't mean to hurt him, but that doesn't mean I'm good with Steve getting hurt again and again, he has enough of that with his parents".

Eddie nods again, "have they always been like that?"

Nancy's face darkens for just a moment before smoothing out again.

"In the year we were together, I met them once," she wraps her arms around herself and shivers as another breeze rips through the clearing, "he always made excuses for why they were gone or when they would be back".

She looks up at Eddie now, her wide blue eyes still red rimmed from earlier, "he told me about you, that night". 

Oh. 

Suddenly the weighted looks Nancy had been giving him make more sense. The small conspiratorial smile.

"Yeah well, he's been avoiding me," Eddie admits softly, lifting his hand to snag a lock of hair, "so I wouldn't hold your breath".

Nancy nods and shivers against a rough gust of wind that shifts the trees and swirls the leaves around the table. She looks into the distance suddenly, her eyes catching something behind Eddie as they widen before darting back to his face.

He turns his head to look behind him, only to see Hawkins Middle through the trees.

"Steve's good at pretending, but he doesn't have the same kind of friends around him that would just accept that version of him now, he's got us --well," Nancy stutters momentarily, "he's got you, and the kids, I'm pretty sure Dustin thinks Steve's an action here now".

Eddie snorts, prompting a smile out of Nancy. He takes a small step forward before offering his elbow. Nancy looks from his arm to Eddie's face once before reaching out to curl her hands around it.

"Alright Wheeler," he says with a grin, "how do we do this? I know you've got a plan rolling around that brain of yours and I'm cold as shit so let's move this to the van".

Nancy smiles again, tilting her head towards the Middle School once more, "How do you feel about Dances?"

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Part Ten Now Up (Final Part)

[take-everything-you-can]

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

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A/N: This Fandom has given me the most inspiration I've had in years and this is a thank you to every single one of you. This idea spurred from one too many drinks and unhinged DMs and I'm so excited to share it with you guys. So here goes nothing lol. A special thanks to my lady loves @lesservillain , @ghost-proofbaby , @bettyfrommars , and @bimbobaggins69 for beta reading and letting me fill your inboxes with all my little thots for our little gremlin man !

P.S : BEFORE I GET INTO ANYTHING THIS STORY IS 18+ MINORS NEED TO GTFO PLEASE AND THANK YOU !!!!! Also please remember to like and reblog from your creators It keeps the fandom alive !!! ( honestly don't know what I would do without ya'll )

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader ( Pumpkin )

Summary: A 1950's daydream of malt shop kisses and doo wop singles far behind closed doors. Dreamboat Eddie Munson picks up more than just an extra route. A love that makes you weak in the knees... but how long can you go on loving a man that isn't the one your married to.

TW: Angst- mentions of an affair (adultery), verbal abuse mentions, mentions of weight ( mentions of food within the story throughout), disordered eating, feeling unloved, self deprecation slightly, staying with toxic partner Fluff- pet names, domestic bliss, mutual pining Smut- fingering, soft touches, overstimulation slightly very slight, unprotected PIV, cream pie, spanking,..... tbh i can't think of anymore but if you see any please let me know ... Thank you all so much. ( every chapter will get updated tw)

WC: 4.1K

Flour covers the countertop in your kitchen, and a rolling pin is set to the side while you knead the soft pastry ingredients together. Apples sit freshly peeled in a separate dish. Sliced and added to sugar and cinnamon. Picking up the rolling pin, you do your best to flatten the dough to a thin sheet and mold it to the glass dish before you. 

“Well, this dough is much better than the first,” you say aloud to yourself. Your husband once told you that speaking out loud to yourself was a sign of a weak mind, you never put much stock in that. But here you were doing exactly that as your days consist of waiting for your husband to return home from work. 

You splash a bit of vanilla into the apple mixture to complete your pie filling. Once it is all tucked neatly beneath the fluffy dough, you take a knife and leave four little holes within the surface and crimp the edges together, sealing the flavors within. A touch of sugar is added to the top along with an egg wash before placing the pie on a rack in the oven. A timer is set for twenty minutes, a reminder to lower the temperature and to add your special ingredient.

Soft music plays throughout the house, Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald keep you company on these long lonely days. Lonely but only for such a short time. Your husband works for the state doing something he thinks you're too dumb to understand so why talk about it? If anyone ever asks you simply say ‘Oh please you think a woman wants to know such things’. That usually earns you a laugh at cocktail parties and a warm smile from your man. If you could even call him that. 

Yes, he is your man in the sense that your last names are the same and you had shared the same bed. Where is the love though? It isn’t tangible and hasn’t been for quite some time now. Your day begins and ends with a few words apart from an I love you. You served him still, acted to the prying eyes, as a doting Wife. Four years and Everyone still thought you had a perfect life. 

That dream of white picket fences and shared milkshakes. That love of never-ending kisses and satisfying sex. Everyone around you wanted all that you had. Would they still want your life if they could see past those closed doors and shut curtains? 

Would they want to spend their mornings hiding the bags under their eyes from nights of restless sleep? Would they want to have a constant monologue of the flaws seen in the mirror? Ones that your oh-so-loving husband pointed out to you time and time again. Would they want to cook and clean knowing they would never receive a thank you? No, you knew they wouldn’t. All the small things that build and grow until it becomes a monotonous routine. Walking through days as if the next would be the exact same and then doing it all again and again, Until one day something changed. 

Two months prior A knock on the door, one that started to come once a week. The company of CC & Drums Dairy was paid to bring you a gallon of milk, A necessity your husband called it. A man with long dark locks that flowed over his shoulder and curls that dipped across his forehead under his cap. Deep Brown eyes that sparkled with flecks of amber as the sun hit him just right. Dressed in white overalls to comply with his company uniform and sleek black shoes that shine just as brightly as his smile. His name tag reads Eddie in a sweet embroidered cursive. Eddie, a name that would soon become something you would never forget. 

Your timer goes off as you check the pie, squeezing a lemon over the crust for that citrus tang. Slipping the dessert back into the oven, for another half hour or so, a knock sounds through the house, sending the butterflies in your stomach in a tizzy. Eddie had arrived.

A quick task of undoing the strings to your apron and a fast fix of hair in the mirror you had hung in the hall. A hand to your abdomen as you intake a breath and let it stagger out between your lips, hesitating to open the door. The second you see him you can feel the way the tops of your cheeks heat and plump with a smile. One that matches his.

 You take a second and wonder if he knows how handsome he is. The way the small lines beside his eyes crinkle with years of use. You wonder if he knows that the instant you see him, your heart stops beating. But most of all you wonder if you're the only one those soft eyes and long lashes catch in his gaze. 

“Afternoon darling, I must say this heat wave has got to be breaking records. Ought not keep these out here too long.” as he lifts the small crate of glass bottles holding the product out.

 You knew better than to take it from him, even if every bone in your body screamed too. The last time you tried you nearly flipped the whole crate, underestimating the weight. From that day on you always stood to the side as you let Eddie into your home to set the dairy in your kitchen. It was another thing you wondered about him. Did he do this for everyone else too?

“ Well let's not keep them then sir.” standing to the side he slides past you brushing a hand across the elbow you held to the door. His way of saying hello. Small touches here and there as he could never keep his hands to himself for too long in your presence.

“ Something smells awful delicious in her ma’am.”

“An Apple pie is in the oven, maybe you’ll stay and have a slice. For your troubles of course.” 

“Mhmm, my troubles.” Eddie sat the crate on the counter next to the ice box and turned his body towards you and enveloped you in his stronghold. An intoxicating embrace as he pulled you flush to his body. 

“ I missed you, you know that pretty girl?” soft tone, almost a whisper. A small smile he couldn't see but could feel made its way to your face. 

“I bet you say that to all the girls on your route.” he lets out a small chuckle.

“Only the breathtaking ones.” a falter to your features as your mind reeled with all the possibilities.

 Does he miss Mrs.Cunningham the way he misses you? Does he miss Ms.Buckley the same? That sick green monster finds its way under your skin as you think of all the girls he must have at his beck and call. But today that monster wasn’t going to ruin the few fleeting moments you could spend with him. You needed Eddie in the most carnal of ways.

“Do you want to know what I missed? “ Your fingers trail their way from the small of his back and up over his shoulder, landing on his neck just below his ear. Cupping his face you bring it down and catch his lips as they meet yours. 

“Oh yeah? you missed me too Pumpkin?” a second crash of your lips to his, makes him hum from the back of his throat. His nose nudges yours to the left so his teeth can catch your bottom lip, pulling back slightly to hear the small whine you emit.

“I always miss you, Eddie.”  His hands travel down over your figure as he starts to ruffle the hem of your dress up. Thankful for its length to hide how wet you had become just from him being in the home you share with your spouse. A topic you and Eddie tried to steer clear of, but the wrongness of the act just felt so right. 

Over a year your husband hadn’t touched you, barely talked to you and some days you were even sure he hadn't even looked in your direction. Eddie though, In the last two months, Eddie had made you feel seen. He made you feel heard, and most of all he made you feel desired.  

As his hand finds the thin cotton that covers your cunt he glides his digits over the wet patch that had grown by just the thought of him. A deep hum and a small huff of breath from Eddie against your neck as he kissed his way to your shoulder. 

“So wet for me and I've barely even touched you. Are you that starved for affection?” The words forming in that sweet small surrender to him were all but cut off as he slid a finger through your folds and teased your entrance. A gasp was the response he got, one he loved to hear in protest every time he had you. 

“C’mon honey tell me what you want.” how could you respond to him with words if you couldn't even think of them? The man before you had spent the last few months discovering just how to make you melt in his arms.

 He knew that the spot behind your knee was his best friend for when he had you on your back. He knew the way your hips stutter when you're close to your peak, and he knew that if your eyes found that they couldn't stay open that you were in utter bliss.

 His favorite thing he had learned throughout your time together though was that even when he knew you had your doubts, you still trusted him in every sense of the word. 

After only two months Eddie knew you better than you know yourself. Better than your husband had ever cared to know you.

“ Please, Eddie.” He smiled down at you 

“ Please What Honey?” 

“ Dip in Eddie, Fuck me please.”  He could feel the slackening of your legs as his assault on your clit had made you a bit sensitive, in his focus on making you feel as good as he possibly could, in what little time he had with you. He slid two of his thick fingers into your dripping heat as his thumb stayed in a rhythm that matched his wrist as he curled in and let the sounds of his efforts echo off the small kitchen walls. 

Moaning into Eddie's ear as his finger worked in and out of you making that heat inside of you grow higher and higher. Clutching the strap of his overalls, a small pull leaning back, as the pleasure he was giving you kept climbing. 

“ Come on now baby, let go.” A final intake of air, hold on to the breath that led you to your walls squeezing eddies fingers tight. That coil snapped as you let your body fall slack against him a loud moan from the farthest depths within you found its way out of your lungs. 

When your eyes land on Eddie after your come down all you can see is that smile. The dimple-creasing smile that kept haunting your dreams at night. 

“I need more.” You didn’t know how but his smile grew even wider and more sinister as his tone began to deepen. A kiss is pressed to your lips, not urgent, understanding. 

“ You need more? Well, it's a damn good thing that what you're asking for is in stock then Pumpkin.” He turned you around to face the small table that sat in your kitchen, knowing what he wanted from you. He wasn’t the only one taking notes from your time together. 

You braced yourself against the worn wood and clutched the sides of it as you heard the familiar clinks of metal as his rings fumbled with the buckle of his belt.  

The wait, though it is small, is brutal. Anticipation makes your stomach flip and cunt flutter. A shuffle out of his overalls gives Eddie a moment to just admire the way you listen so well. These small moments have him thanking every bad decision that got him here. To this small town, with this small job, on this small route. A route he picked up as a last resort. Yeah, he doesn't know who he's praying to but whoever is listening, he's singing grace. 

A grip in the slight pudge of your hips to keep himself steady, Eddie is gentle as he slips his cock through your folds gathering your slick over his length and breaching your desire. A deep moan and a few choice words fall from Eddie as he fills you and meets the small wavering gasp you let out, a breath you didn't know you had been holding.  A whine of impatience, his sign to move. 

A soft speed turns ravenous as his dick uses your walls to curve his hooks into you deeper and deeper. A sigh of his name and you can feel the stutter in his thrust. He slows his pace if only to keep himself from having to leave your presence all too soon.  

"Fuck darling, so good to me, taking me so well like this pussy was made for me."  You mewl from beneath him, dropping your forehead to the wood that is holding you up. You fear that if it had not been here your legs would have given up the second he started talking. "Isn't that right pumpkin? Made just for me? " A sharp thrust and you know he wants an answer in the way his grip turns bruising. A trip through your mind as you try and collect the words from thin air. 

"YES! God yes, I was made just for you." 

"Such a good girl for me baby. That's right, isn't it? You're all mine aren't you?"  Another squeeze to your hip and a smack that lands hard on your ass. Eddie's palm kneads the sting as you answer him. 

" All yours, all yours, no one else, just you baby." A grunt hum from the back of his throat as he grips your shoulder and leans so his body is flush with yours. His breath is on your neck as he leans to your ear. 

"Not even your husband, just you and me baby?" 

"Just you and me Ed's" Your eyes tunnel and you see white as your orgasm rushes through you, Eddie's own a thrust away as he moans deep against your skin. His body weight and yours against the kitchen table as you both find your way down from the clouds. 

Small kisses he leaves to your spine and the back of your neck. You turn your head and he places another small one to the upturned corner of your mouth. A bell chimes and you sit for a few seconds letting Eddie gather his own bearings. A small pat to the curve of your pussy as Eddie pulls the cotton back in place. A shock to your sensitivity.

"Keep that in there baby, that way you have a part of me while I'm gone." A heat to your cheeks as the thought of Eddie's cum dripping out of you while your husband sat across from you and read the paper over dinner. A sly smirk from the man you just let defile the small space, one you would let do ungodly things to you. 

You put on oven mitts as Eddie finds a few glasses in the cabinet. You slice into the flakey crust and slip through the filling as you place the large piece on a plate for you to share. Eddie pours milk as you find some silverware, he places the bottles in your fridge so they keep.

Turning with a smile, he is the definition of adoration. In your eyes he is everything. 

Why is it that when his time with you is coming to an end you almost wish it would end as soon as possible? Almost as if you would wish he would part with some harsh words to make you not want him in the most beautiful ways. You have to make yourself believe these things before he leaves because if you don’t, it would just shatter you. So you take a different route, you don’t shatter yourself, instead, you splinter and crack all the things that hold you until you see him again. The times where he glues those little shards back in place if only for you to break them off again and again. A scared thought and a small shake of your head trying to rid yourself of it. A married woman. What would he possibly want from you other than a good lay? 

He sees that doubt within your mind as if reading it. He takes your hand in his as he laces your fingers together. 

“ Penny for your thoughts Pumpkin?” You glance finally meeting his eyes as you clear your throat. 

“ Nothing important hun.” You slide a fork to his side of the table as your eyes dart to the clock.  He squeezes your hand once more, lowering his eyes in search of yours again. 

“It is important if it bothers you.” Your heart stops. The breath you were going to take gets caught in your throat and you turn on that winning smile you had trained yourself to hold in uncomfortable circumstances. One you wish he couldn't see through.

“ It’s nothing Eds, really.” 

“Do you promise?” you take a hand and cup his cheek.

 How do you tell him that he is your first thought in the morning and the last thought before falling asleep? How instead of counting sheep you try and count the freckles on his face by sheer memory?  How could you tell him you wish you were his one and only? That you have never felt about another human soul the way you feel about his. Instead, you stuff it down, apple pie soon to follow. 

“I Promise.”  

You know he doesn’t believe you but he would rather set out to sea and die of starvation as the sharks feed from him than to make the last moments he has with you tainted with fights and tears. God when you cry it absolutely destroys him. 

The first time you had ever let him take you in his arms you had just gotten off the phone with your husband. He had heard hushed words while he waited for you to grab the weekly tip your husband left for him. Your husband had informed you that he would not be coming home, as the fight from the night before had lingered into the morning and would now follow you well into the night. The first time you had opened the door Eddie studied the angelic features of your face, and they had plagued his dreams for such a long time at this point.

When you rounded the corner with a smudge of mascara beneath your eyes, he instantly without thinking took you in, pushing your face to his chest as his hand rested on the back of your head. Slight comfort made the tears begin again as he wiped the remainder of the smudge and irritation from your face. No man had ever done something as small as comforting you before.  In the two months since he had started this route, he knew he had instantly fallen head over heels in love with you.

You had taken two bites from the plate that sat in front of you and Eddie had finished the slice. He even went as far as to slide a finger in the crumbs on the plate and lick them off in an attempt to show you how much he had enjoyed it. His time with you. 

A gathering of glasses you brought to the sink as he brought the other dishes and sat them in the deep well while wrapping his arms around your waist and you stood eyes closed relishing in the last little bit of affection he could offer to you. 

A kiss to your shoulder as you turn your head resting it on his.

“I’ll be by in a week Pumpkin.” A nod to the fact you already knew. “ Seven days.” Another nod, not risking the crumble in your voice. “ Not long at all.”  Another small kiss to your cheek as you turned into his chest and rested your forehead on his. 

“Seven days?” 

“ Seven days Pumpkin. Do you think you can wait for me? Just seven days? “

“I think I could wait a lifetime for you Eddie.” 

“I’ll see you in a week, Mrs.Carver.”

“ A week Mr.Munson.” 

A kiss to your lips and a parting gift of his very own pie before he snuck out through the back door, so as to not raise suspicion. A slow walk from the kitchen to the door and to turn a lock, on your mind. On your hope. You could do this. You could wait seven days.

Your husband comes through the door late as he had been doing for the last year or so. You had expected it from him at this point. You had started to make his dinner later and later knowing that if you had made it too early he would tell you all the ways he couldn't eat it. If it had gone too cold he would refuse and the hard work would go directly into the trash. 

He walked in as you took his dinner off the stove and placed it on a dish for him.

“Right on time doll.”

“ I don’t know how on time it is, It’s Nearly eight in the evening, Jason!”     

“ I’m not doing this with you tonight.”  

He always did this. He would come home and you would ask him where he had been, and he’d always end the conversation before it could even begin. You sat his plate in front of him as you sat across the table from him. Times where you could really take him in and see that the feelings you had once long ago were snuffed out like a flame to a candle.

“ Are you not eating dear?” 

“ I ate a bit earlier in the day.”

“Thanks for waiting .”  He rolled his eyes and you returned the gesture. 

“ I wouldn’t have had to wait if you had just picked up the phone and told me when you were going to be on your way home. I’m not waiting until we hit a new day to eat Jason I’m not going hungry just so you-”

“ Wouldn’t harm you any though would it.” 

You left the table. Your weight had started to become a key focus as he knew it bothered you more than anything else. You had gained some weight and your mother and friends had commented on it from time to time. For your husband to tho, it made you furious. You ate when you were unhappy, it was something you had done since you were a child. The only person who thought you could stand to eat a little more had been Eddie. 

It happened slowly, you would make him food now and then, and the majority of the time He would offer you a bit. It started with a bite and progressed into cutting his sandwiches in half just so you could have something to eat. Unlike your husband, Eddie had a suspicion that you weren’t eating enough. Like you weren’t giving your body what it needed to survive so he would constantly ask for you to eat with him. At least then he would know you had something of substance within your day.  

You had gone to your bedroom and gotten out of your daily’s slowly separating them into their hampers waiting to hear the stomping footsteps of Jason as he made his way to the spare bedroom. He had taken residency there about a month before Eddie came into your life and you were thankful for the times that Eddie left you yearning for more. To call out another man's name while with your significant other no matter how insignificant they were would still bring you shame like no other.

Slipping into your nightgown as Jason shuts the door to his room you wait a few minutes to take the walk back down the stairs to stand in front of the sink. Looking up at the sky through the window above the stars seem to shine brightly. You attempt to find the little dipper and look for its companion not far from where it lays, the version of a larger size. Constellations begin to blur as you let the silent tears fall. Hoping that somewhere out there in this little old town, Eddie too is looking up at the moon and wishing you were by his side as you wished upon all the stars in the sky. What a long time seven days would be.

[cherryc1nnam0n]

We just need to talk | Fem!Reader x Husband! Billy Hargrove | Good ending

Summary: You have been having thoughts of cheating on Billy to have a baby since he won't give you one, but all it takes it's talking about things to resolve a problem...

Cw: Smut, slight angst, Billy has trauma but he resolves it aka therapy, breeding kink, daddy kink, talks of pregnancy

Hello! This is the good ending for Creampie from another man, people asked for it so here it is! Hope you enjoy and let me know which one you prefer!

Creampie from another man | Bad ending

Y/n Hargrove has been your name since summer of 1988, when you married your highschool sweetheart Billy Hargrove, your life had been wonderful and full of surprises and adventures in his Camaro

You had always talked about wanting a baby, but Billy always avoided the topic somehow, and when it came to sex, he never came inside you

"Billy please just, let's talk about it, okay?" You begged him, but he was closed like a Pandora's box

Since he wouldn't reply to you, you got more angry and stood up abruptly

"Fine! If you won't give me a baby! Then I'll find someone that wants to breed me, a man that wants to fuck me and fill me up with cum! How about that?!"

With that you left the house, driving around town to calm down, when you finally came home Billy was nowhere to be found, your heart ached but you went to sleep

~•~

Weeks went by that you couldn't speak to Billy, and he was acting different, he left the house for long periods of time and didn't speak to you a word

You were starting to get tired of this, of the lack of communication..

You were standing outside your car, thinking about what to do or say when someone walked to you

"Hey Y/n!" It was Eddie, you knew him from highschool, one of the people Billy never picked on

"Oh hi Eddie" he smiled tenderly, you suspected he had a crush on you during highschool

"So uhm, you alright? You seem kinda off"

Damn he noticed "Yeah I'm okay, don't worry" you smiled as best as you can

"Oh, well if you ever need help with something, you can come to me" he shyly smiled at you "Well I gotta go, see you around Y/n!"

"Bye Eddie..." You said as he walked away, you sighed, Eddie was cute and he probably would give you a baby if you asked nicely, he would do anything if you asked him actually

But you wanted to fix things with Billy, damnit he's your husband you made vows for him

You had to talk with him...

Luckily you came in the right moment...

~•~

When you stepped into your house, a smell of homemade food hit your nose, fresh warm food that you recognized, it was your favorite dish!

Billy came out of the kitchen with a pink apron around him, he looked so domestic and so, husband

"Oh Y/n! You're here, surprise!" He spoke to you with a shy smile, he had been caught preparing you something

"Billy, what is all of this?" You looked to the living room and a banner said 'I'm sorry, I love you Y/n'

"I uhm, I wanted to apologize to you, for... Everything..." He took off the apron, his red open shirt stood out as he took it off, you loved that shirt "I didn't want to give you baby because, I'm scared, was scared, because, you know, dad never treated me like a son and mom..." You nodded understanding what he wanted to say "It still hurts, so I uhm, I want to therapy... That's why I left the house for some time and I didn't speak to you because I wasn't ready yet... Thank you for staying and... For loving me, I promise you I'm getting there and I understand that I don't have to be like my dad, that I can be so much better, but I also understood that I am better... With you" he kneeled down and pulled out a ring, a promise ring "I promise Y/n that I'll be the best husband and dad to our kids, will you forgive me?"

That's why it's all your mind said, you had to forgive him, he was changing! For you!

"Yes Billy yes! I forgive you one and a million times!" He stood up kissing you with so much love it made you sigh, he put the ring into your finger and smiled

"I made us dinner too... Your mom helped me" you kissed his face, you couldn't be happier "Now about that baby, I think I owe you something..." He started with a seductive tone "I'm gonna fill up that pussy with so much cum baby, it will be impossible it won't make us a baby"

You shivered, you had a long night ahead of you...

~•~

"Billy, Billy I'm gonna, cuuuuum" you moaned, your husband had been eating you out for an hour now, his tongue fucking into you and lips latching to your clit "Billy baby yes!" Your eyes rolled back as he made you cum again

"I think you're ready now baby" he was naked behind you, resisting the urge to just fuck you aggressively "Ready?"

"Yes" you said as you opened your legs for him, ready for the fuck of your life

His tip teased your clit and then your slit, he was doing it on purpose, so you moved down making his tip go into you

"Naughty baby" he chuckled "Let's do this"

He slammed into you as he usually did and set a brutal pace that made the bed creak loudly, your moans soon turned into gasps and screams for more since he was being relentless, he wanted to fuck you hard and he did

"Y/n, you feel so good babygirl, so good for me" he moaned, his balls slapping against your ass

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum!" You moaned, out of your mind already

"Yes baby cum for daddy, come on"

With another thrust you were cumming all over him, eyes rolling back, toes curling and finally feeling Billy's dick pulse inside you and fill you up with his cum you desired so much

"Fuck Billy, that was awesome" you said already spent

"Who said we were done?"

~•~

"Aaaaahhh, Billy" you moaned mindlessly as he moved your hips against his, using you as a fleshlight at this point, moving his hips and moving your ass back to him as he fucked into you from behind, he loved this position since he loved your ass so much

"You like this don't you baby? Like me using you like a fuck toy?" You whined "Of course you do"

That night Billy came inside you for all the times he never did, getting you pregnant for sure...

Nine months later, Maysie Hargrove was born...

See? All it took was talking and things can be solved...

<3

[chaosgremlinmunson]

Rocker Stevie

Might be part one.

Diane: So let's set the scene, it's 1988, you're newly 21. You are top of the charts bubblegum pop princess Stevie Hendrix. You're married to top selling actor Tommy Hagan known for his action films and beach body. You just won two Grammys that year, and then, what happened?

Stevie: So, like you said. I was newly 21, I married my highschool sweetheart who'd reached stardom right alongside me as an actor instead of in music, which, honestly Diane, thank God for that. The man has no idea how to hold a tune, he'd likely make a dying cat sound like a siren. Laugh No, really! It's that bad! Anyway, I was fresh off my latest tour for Rainbows and Leather and came home to see my darling husband. I was so excited I'd been missing him, you know. Well, I walked into the house and what did I find? My husband, in bed butt naked with my Best friend and his personal assistant at my behest, Carol Perkins. To tell you the fallout from that was anything less than apocalyptic would be selling it short.

Diane: So after the absolutely dramatic divorce, you decided to change genres? Why Rock?

Stevie: Rock spoke to my soul, I wrote ‘I wanna ghost myself’ one night drunk on apple spritzers with my sister Robin, and her best friend Eddie. They'd been in my corner from the start, but Eddie and I always nipped at each other about our music tastes, then that night he picked up his guitar and started playing and ‘I wanna ghost myself' just flowed out. I was laid out on the floor by the ending between lighter and tears, and just felt so free. So like myself. And that was it, Stevie hung up her rainbows and sunshine and embraced her chaos and revenge.

Diane: So where did the lyrics 'think I'll take my heart and throw it off a cliff, yeah I have a feeling that it won't be missed” come from?

Stevie: You have to understand, I was devastated by what Tommy did. I had only ever been with him to that point in my life, he'd made me believe he was the only one for me. That without him my life would feel meaningless because up to that point every moment together he showered me in affection and praise. He was the ideal husband on the surface, and then I found out he'd been having an affair with Carol for literal years. Everyone knew except for me, and I was crushed. ‘Think I'll take my heart and throw it off a cliff’ was me almost literally saying my heart is broken and I don't want to feel anymore. I became wild and lost myself to the music. Eddie wrapped me in leather and lace and asked me to be the front woman for his band. I was shocked, because honestly was I going to make it delving into a whole new genre? I'd already come to the end of my contract with Upside Down records, so I wasn't concerned about what my team thought. However, my fan base? Would they still love me the same, would I make it? I was scared, and then we had our first show. It was small, and it was a test for me to see if I could do this. The world caught fire for me that night, and I never looked back.

Diane: So let's fast forward, finally Devil's Prey became a household name, and Stevie Hendrix was a sensation. What happened the night of the music awards, in your own words.

Stevie: So, for years I'd gone by Stevie Hendrix so no one would know who I was. It was mid set for ‘Bulletproof’ and as I turned the lights cut out and a picture lit up the screen. It was a photo of me on my wedding day, my eyes crossed out and ‘Stefania Harrington the Whore’ written across my body as I stood between Tommy, his old friend Billy, and Jason Carver. I screamed, and looked back at the audience just as Eddie tackled me to the ground and a shot whipped past my head.

Diane: So Eddie Munson saved you that day?

Stevie: Yes, he did. He held me while I sobbed in the green room. I never knew someone could be so hateful just because my songs brought what they'd done to light, but there I was running for my life while the security detail searched for the gunman. Eddie was furious, he held onto me and told me we were going to my place with his security, to pack up my things and come to his. See, Eddie lived in a damn near impenetrable home, there was no way anyone could get to me there. Of course I wanted to fight him on it, but I'm just a girl at the end of the day, and Eddie Munson has an energy you just don't fight when it's directed at you.

Diane: So you moved in that night?

Stevie: Yes. Eddie was my shadow for days, I barely could use the restroom without him following me around. It was aggravating at times, but I saw how scared he was when he wasn't in the spot he could see me.

Diane: He was traumatized.

Stevie: He was traumatized and he was ready to follow me to hell if he needed just to make sure I was safe. I never knew what love was until I was met with the force of Eddie Munson’s protection. He woke my dead heart up again, and I was doomed from the start.

Diane: So eventually the agents you had investigating the shooting found out who shot that gun, and who hired him.

Stevie: I need a minute before we talk about this. Let me just grab a water and ask Eddie to come sit with me.

Diane: Take your time.

Stevie and Eddie walk back in, they're holding hands and Eddie is murmuring to Stevie who's looking like she may just pass out from nerves. She squeezes Eddie's hand and takes a seat, Eddie sits beside her his fingers laced with hers.

Stevie: Okay, I'm ready. Breathes in deeply So Jim Hopper was the head agent on the investigative team. He had become something like a father figure to Robin and I over the years after my parents’ accident. When Jim came into Eddie's house his face was drawn, and I knew then that the people who had attacked me knew me. He sat me down and told me as gently as possible that Tommy had asked Billy to do the job. He was furious at my songs, and apparently the fan base put two and two together and his career began to tank. People were boycotting his movies. I didn't know, I swear, I just wanted my freedom and an outlet for all my pain. I deserve to have that without someone threatening me, you know? Tommy had hired Jason who was in tech support to upload the photo in the middle of our set. It was this whole plot. Make me pay in the most public way possible.

Eddie: I wanted to rip them apart. Stevie was distraught, she is such a good person. And if I could take her pain away I would, happily.

Stevie: I know you would, but you going to prison wouldn't have helped me. I need you here Eddie.

Eddie: I'm not leaving, not ever.

Stevie: So the trial came and went. They'd found loads of evidence in Tommy's apartment, through the baking records, phone records. I mean they pretty much wrote out in neon lights that they planned to kill me. Laughs incredulously All because Tommy couldn't handle the consequences of being a shitty husband?

Eddie: He never deserved you, Stevie.

Stevie: blushes and ducks her head Oh hush you big sap.

Diane: So the bad guys are caught, you're safe now, what does the future hold for Stevie Hendrix?

Stevie: More Rock and Roll obviously, but therapy to deal with the trauma. Mandatory family nights. Just things to help me feel back to myself.

Eddie: Hopefully a wedding soon, too. That is if you say yes. Eddie Munson sank to one knee reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ring. Stevie stared at him, her eyes glassy before grabbing him by his curls and kissing him, she giggled a yes, and he slipped the ring on her finger. She said yes!

Stevie: I said yes. I love you Eddie Munson.

Diane: I'm so happy for you both!

Eddie: I love you Stevie Hendrix, I can't wait to be Mr. Hendrix!

Diane: Well, It was lovely sitting with you for this interview. Thank you for agreeing to be on my show, and I can't wait to see the wedding photos one day.

Stevie: See the photos? Diane, you're invited to the wedding!

Diane: Oh wow! I'd be honored.

Stevie and Eddie stood and walked off the stage where Robin stood, her face lit in a blinding grin, she embraced her sister letting out a laugh and they both turned to wave to Diane who smiled and waved back. The show was over, but Stevie’s life was only just beginning.

[parkerslatte]

Songbird || THREE

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.5k

Part Summary: Y/N moves in with The Six and finished her new song. And Billy and Graham have exciting news.

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TRACK THREE;

EXACTLY WHAT I WANT

…

INTERVIEWER: How did you feel about Y/N moving in?

BILLY DUNNE: I didn’t know her well at first, but Camila enjoyed having her around. 

KAREN SIRKO: Having Y/N around was a break I didn’t know I needed. There was too much testosterone in the house. 

CAMILA DUNNE: I loved having Y/N move in. She became my closest friend. 

…

Y/N only had one box of belongings and a couple of bags containing her clothes, she didn’t really have much. Typically when someone asks to move into their house, the instant response would be a definite no. But Y/N said yes, she had no real reason to stay where she was, the rent was too high for the small and shitty apartment she lived in and the two girls she lived with barely knew her. 

Bumping into Karen and Graham while she was working her shift at the record shop had been a blessing in disguise. Living with other musicians was something Y/N had never experienced but she was excited to. 

“Is this everything?” Graham asked, grabbing the box.

“Yep,” Y/N said, “I don’t own much.”

Graham nodded before taking the box down to the van. Y/N picked up her bags and took a final look around the apartment that never really felt like home. Louisa, one of the girls Y/N lived with stopped in her tracks noticing Y/N standing there with her things. 

“You’re moving out?” She questioned. 

“Yeah, I told you last night.” Y/N says. 

“Oh,” Louisa says, “Well good luck, Penelope.”

Louisa continued her route to the kitchen without another word. Y/N rolled her eyes, glad to be moving out. With one final look around the apartment, Y/N stepped out. 

***

Y/N entered the house with Graham following behind her. Looking around, everything was messy and unorganised but it felt like a home. A smile grew on her face.

“You’ll be sharing with Karen.” Graham says, leading the way through the house to the bedroom.

Y/N followed, taking in every aspect of the house as she did so. No one else seemed to be awake yet as it was quite early in the morning. 

“Karen’s awake so you can put your things just through there.” Graham says. 

Y/N nodded before she opened the door, Karen was sorting through her bag as she stepped into the room. 

“Hi.” Y/N greeted with a smile, as soon as she met Karen the two instantly got along.

“Hey,” Karen greeted, turning to her new roommate, “You ready to share a house with all of these idiots.”

Y/N chuckled, “Well it can’t be any worse than my previous roommates so consider me excited.”

Y/N placed her things down on the floor, deciding to sort everything out later in the day. She wanted to get to know everyone first. 

“Famous last words.” Karen says as the two walk back through the house and to the kitchen where Graham, Billy and Camila sat. 

“Hi!” Camila stands coming over to Y/N’s side, “I’m Camila, I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.” She pulls Y/N into a hug. 

In conversation Graham had mentioned Camila in a few passing comments but from those quick passing comments, Y/N could tell how lovely the woman was, and she was correct. 

“It’s lovely to meet you too Camila.” Y/N says, hugging the woman back. 

“And this is Billy.” Camila says, pulling away from the hug, gesturing to the one person Y/N hadn’t yet been introduced to. 

“Nice to meet you Billy.” Y/N says.

In return Billy gives Y/N a tight lipped smile and a nod of his head in acknowledgement. Y/N didn’t continue to further pursue any conversation with Billy, she just sat down at the kitchen table. 

…

Y/N L/N: I’ve never had a close bond with Billy, he was always a little standoffish with me, no idea why. But I do have to thank him in a way, because I wouldn’t be where I am now if he didn’t help me out along the way. 

INTERVIEWER: Who were you closest to in the band?

Y/N L/N: Probably Warren and Karen. 

INTERVIEWER: What about Eddie Roundtree? People have said how close the two of you were in the beginning.

Y/N L/N: [smiles] 

…

Y/N lightly strummed her guitar, reading from her notebook open in front of her. The lyrics she had written jotted down in messy handwriting. Songwriting didn’t necessarily come naturally to Y/N. She had to try to make something remotely sound good. All of the songs in her notebook were ones she had taken her time writing. 

“What are you still doing up?” Eddie questions, walking into the living room.

“I’m just working on this new song, I’m struggling to finish it,” Y/N says, bringing her notebook closer to her, “I tried to sleep but it’s the only thing on my mind currently.”

Eddie, abandoning the reason he had left his warm room to venture out into the cold night air for a glass of water, moved to sit next to Y/N on the couch.

“Play it for me.” Eddie says.

Y/N’s eyes went wide, “No! It’s not finished.”

“What happened to the girl who said that she’s fucking amazing?” Eddie questioned.

“And I still stand by that with the songs that I’ve perfected and are ready to perform, not shit songs that are only half done and I have no idea where to go from here.” Y/N says, “I’m not the best songwriter.”

“Really?” Eddie says, raising his eyebrow, “I’ve heard some of your songs Y/N, they’re amazing.”

“That’s because I’ve put my blood sweat and tears into them, literally.” Y/N says, “This one just isn’t coming together.”

“Play it for me.” Eddie says.

“But-”

“Play it.” He says softly.

Y/N sighs, knowing that Eddie wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She cleared her throat and began to play.

Whenever Y/N played, she got lost in the music, normally she felt like no one was around her. However she was fully aware of Eddie’s presence next to her. Y/N abruptly stopped playing.

“It’s going to be horrible.” Y/N says.

“Y/N,” Eddie says, “Play.”

Eddie’s eyes looked deep into hers. In the short time of knowing Eddie, she knew that he wouldn’t mock her or make fun of her so she didn’t know why she was so nervous to play a song. 

Starting again, Y/N began playing her guitar. Slowly but surely everything faded away until it was just her and her guitar. She sang softly, the lyrics flowing naturally. 

Eddie watched Y/N get lost in the music. He could tell that the song needed work but already it sounded amazing. He wasn’t sure if it was the lyrics or the sound of Y/N’s voice that made it sound amazing. 

Y/N stopped as she ran out of lyrics, “That’s all I’ve got.”

Eddie didn’t say anything for a moment and it made Y/N cringe, “That bad?”

“No, not at all,” Eddie says quickly, “It needs work, but it’s amazing.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying,” Eddie says, “It’s good Y/N, you’re good.”

Y/N smiled, “I’m more than good, I’m fucking fantastic.”

Eddie laughed before he sunk back down on the couch, listening to Y/N play all night.

***

After that night slaving away over the song, Y/N finally finished it and she was proud of it. More proud than she had ever been over any other song she had written. The song was titled In the Morning. As soon as she finished it, she immediately ran to Eddie’s room to play him the finished song. After that she played it for everyone in the house, it was Y/N’s favourite song that she had written. 

Playing it for everyone in the house was one thing, but playing it for the people at McNasties had been another thing. Everyone loved it and Y/N loved playing it for people. Nearly every night the band would perform and then Y/N would perform. Camila would always be in attendance filming the band and Y/N. 

For her entire life Y/N never felt connected to many people but meeting the band and said band welcoming her with open arms made her feel connected to them in such a short amount of time. Every smile Y/N gave everyone was always genuine, in fact she could rarely keep a smile off her face. 

Performing at McNasties was amazing, despite how small the bar was and how small the stage was. The only downside to it was rent, out of everyone Y/N was making the most amount of money with her taking as many shifts as she could at the record store and contributing as much of it to rent as she could, along with food and any supplies they needed. She never had any money to buy anything for herself anymore. But Y/N didn’t care, she was happy. 

Y/N and the band all sat together cramped in a small booth in a cafe. Graham, Camila and Billy one side while Karen, Warren, Eddie and Y/N were squished up together on the other side. Y/N sat at the end, Eddie’s arm wrapped around her, to stop her falling off. Not that it was making much of a difference, she was already half off the seat.

Camila counted the money she had onto the table, sighing as she did so. 

“What happened to that producer you went up to?” Eddie questioned, “The one with that parrot?

“Parrot guy passed on us.” Camila says

“Wow,” Eddie says, picking up a slice of his toast, “That is bleak.”

“Might want to save half that toast for tomorrow, Eddie,” Camila says, “This is barely enough to cover the rent.”

“Fuck.” Eddie muttered, picking up the two remaining slices of toast off the plate and putting them in his pocket.

“Eww,” Y/N says as he did so, “At least wrap them in a tissue first, they’re gonna have lint on them.”

“Y/N do you know any producers?” Warren questioned.

“If I did, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now with you guys,” Y/N says, “I’ve been trying for years.”

Everyone fell into silence momentarily, “Fuck it, man,” Warren spoke, “Maybe old Chuckie was right, huh? Maybe this was all just a big mistake and that we should have just stayed at home with our moms, saved money on rent, become dentists.”

“I mean, I’ve sent out hundreds of photographs and not a single fucking paper has responded,” Camila said, “I mean, should I just quit? No one said it was gonna be easy.”

“Also, while we’re talking about stuff,” Warren said, cutting in, “How come I’m the only one without a bed in the house?”

“Well, you could’ve taken Karen and Y/N’s room.” Billy said, like it was obvious.

“No I couldn’t of, that room is haunted.” Warren stated. 

“It’s not haunted.” Y/N says with a roll of her eyes. 

“And I’m eating pocket toast so…” Eddie cut in, raising his toast up to prove a point.

“Put it away,” Y/N says softly, lowering his hand, “And wrap it in a tissue this time.”

“Why are we still called The Dunne Brothers?” Karen questioned, completely changing the subject, “I mean, three of us aren’t Dunnes, and the last time I checked, I’m nobody’s brother.”

“So you want to change our name?” Billy asks. 

“I personally think that’s a great idea.” Eddie says, taking a sip of his coffee. 

Billy turns to look at Eddie, giving him a mix of a questioning glance and a glare. 

Eddie sighs, “I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking.”

“Well, the name is the name, so…that’s how people know us.” Billy stated, wanting to move off the topic of conversation. 

“Yeah but it’s not exactly doing much for us though.” Eddie argues.

“And at this point in time, no one really knows you by your name,” Y/N cuts in, “Most people know me by the titles of my songs not my name. I could change my name and people wouldn’t notice. That’s why I introduce myself every night even if the crowd is the same. It gets the name to stick. You still have a chance to change the name if you want to.”

Billy sends a quick glare Y/N’s way, causing her to shrink back in her seat a little.

“How about Immaculate Reception?” Warren suggests. 

“No, that is awful.” Karen shuts it down.

“We’re not changing the name.” Billy says but it goes unheard by everyone.

“I mean, listen, if we’re throwing stuff out there, Hercules is still on the table.” Graham suggested but was shut down by a larger reaction than Warren’s suggestion. 

“Deliverance. Espionage. Poison.” Eddie says, throwing names out. 

“The six of us will never agree on a name, alright? So let’s just…”

“What about The Six?” Karen suggests.

“But there’s five of us.” Eddie says.

Karen looks over to Camila, everyone understanding what she meant. 

“But what about Y/N?” Warren questions.

“Oh no,” Y/N says, “I’m not a part of the band and don’t want to be, no offence.”

“Okay, but won’t people get confused.” 

“Well, we can’t be The Five.” Warren says like the answer is obvious.

“Why?” Eddie asks. 

“Cause The Dave Clark Five, cause The Jackson 5, everybody’s The Five.” Warren explains.

“I like The Six.” Graham says with a nod.

“Sure as hell better than Hercules.” Warren says with a chuckle.

***

“Wait, wait so you ran off the stage.” Warren questions with a laugh.

“I was nine and forgot the lyrics to the song, of course I ran off.” Y/N says, defending herself. 

Y/N, Warren, Eddie, Karen and Camila all lounged about in the living room drinking and having a good time. With her legs draped over Warren and her head resting on Eddie’s lap, Y/N was in the most comfortable position in the world. 

“All I’m saying is that you could have made some lyrics up, you are a songwriter.” Warren said.

“I was nine, I wasn’t going to make up a whole song on the spot and perform like a dancing monkey,” Y/N laughed, “You know most people would be mortified to ever go on stage again after a situation like that but it just made me want to go on stage more.”

“But you, Y/N L/N, aren't like most people.” Warren said, taking a swig from his drink. 

“Who would want to be like everyone else?” Y/N questions, “That’s boring. I wanna make a name for myself. Y/N L/N, I can imagine my name up in lights.” Y/N smiled at the thought. 

The conversation was cut short as Billy and Graham came speeding into the living room. 

“Good you’re all here.” Billy says. 

“What’s going on?” Camila questions, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. 

Y/N sits up from Eddie’s lap and swings her legs off Warren’s lap, now sitting normally on the couch between them. 

“We just ran into Teddy Fucking Price and he gave me his card and the chance to perform for him!” Billy said, a wide smile on his face, Graham having a similar one. 

“Shut up,” Warren says with a grin spreading across his face, “You serious?”

Billy shows the card as the band and Camila gather around it. Y/N watched them from the couch, her smile slowly fading. Of course she was happy for them, they were her friends, but something inside of her made her stop smiling. Jealousy perhaps. Y/N had been doing what she had been for years and now The Six have done what was her major goal in only a few months. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. 

Y/N smiled once more as Camila turned to her, a look of pure joy on her face. Reaching out to grab her hand, Camila pulled her up and hugged her. Y/N hugged back, however not as enthusiastically. She wished that this excitement was for her.

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Chapter 2 For the first time

Chapter 2 of Stargirl

A/N- Don’t you just love happy chapters!

Warning- Swearing, angst, fluff! SLOWBURN, talks of alcohol, Billy, long chapter.

Pairing- Steve Harrington x fem!reader, male!oc x fem!reader

Episode- 2x02-2x04

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Eddie’s here! He’s actually here.

He honked but the music could be heard in the distance before then, and it only got louder as he got closer.

How is he not deaf?

“Okay,” you exclaim and snatch your purse from your desk to run out of the room. “He’s here, bye daddy!”

“Wait!” He exclaims from his office. “Wait!”

You come to a sudden stop right above the stairs and turn around slowly to face him now coming out of his office.

“You know the rules,” he says, but up until this moment you have never heard of any sort of rules.

“Rules?” You query.

Your dad nods and leans his hand against the railing. “Don’t drink and drive, come home at…12?”

He’s asking how authoritative.

“12:30?” You push this bed time.

He averts his gaze and thinks for a moment before he sighs and nods. “Fine.”

You smile proudly.

“And don’t sneak boys in,” he adds one last rule.

“Dad,” you grumble.

He chuckles. “I’m being serious, baby. I don’t want you pregnant at graduation.”

Your eyes go wide. “Dad!” You exclaim and throw your arms up in disbelief.

He snickers and points downstairs. “Go. Have fun. And say no to drugs.”

You roll your eyes and finally continue down the stairs. “How can I grow my business if I can’t try any?” You joke.

“Dealers don’t try their own patch.”

You smirk back at him as he follows you out the door. “Thanks for the tip. But really we said our goodbyes, goodbye.”

Your dad opens the front door for you and follows you outside. The moment Eddie sees him walking out, he lowers the music and seems to throw stuff in the back of his grungy car. When you climb inside, your dad holds the door open and seems to intimidate Eddie, because he goes very still and very formal.

“Hello Mr…” he pauses and waits for your dad to say his name.

“Rowan,” your dad introduces himself without his last name. He always seems to do that when he doesn’t have to give it. “Call me Rowan. You’re Eddie, right?”

Eddie tucks strands of hair behind his ear and his breaths sound ragged.

“Well Eddie, you take care of my girl.”

Oh god.

“And one more thing.” Your dad says and leans in closer with a serious expression on his face. “You two stay away from Hawkins lab, got it?”

It’s so weird hearing him be so authoritative with you. He’s never been like that before—and sure it’s because he never had the reason to.

“Yes sir!” Eddie exclaims and nods.

Your dad hits the top of the car and steps away, “okay that’s all. Have fun you two!” He closes the door, letting Eddie drive off in silence until you’re out of the driveway and driving over the street.

“Music requests?” Eddie asks and takes his eyes off the road to glance at you.

You watch the street and don’t meet his gaze until you have an idea. “Queen!”

Eddie blinks and returns to watch the road. “No, okay! I do have requests.”

You scoff but don’t argue, you enjoy the music he puts on.

“So why the Hawkins lab rule?” Eddie probes. “I mean its not like we were ever going anyway, it’s off limits, but why the insistence?”

You feel his stare, but you avoid his gaze and share only what you can. “He thinks there’s evil in that lab. That’s all. He's…superstitious.”

He hums. “Well,” he changes the subject. “The only thing he should worry about is how drunk you’ll be going home!”

Should you be afraid by that statement? Or excited?

Both? Both!

Howbeit that excitement seems also nonexistent when you enter the party, there’s people in every perimeter of the house, it was hard to maneuver through the dancing bodies. The music booms so loudly in your ears that if you stay still for a second it feels like the pounding music moved your body. And let’s not mention the stares, when people noticed the new girl walking in with her super senior friend, they stared hard.

Their gazes traveled your bodies, pierced in you and judged you.

Usually you didn’t care what people thought, but that was because you were mostly surrounded by adults. But now? It’s all people around your age, or exactly your age. They're people you’ll see everyday, potential forever friends, a potential boyfriend. Their judgment does scare you. It makes you want to go back home; you can watch a scary movie with your dad like you usually do on Halloween. You can eat pizza and popcorn and fall asleep on the couch after watching some comedy or animated movie to ease your fears after watching the horror flick.

But no!

You wanted this party experience, drinking other beverages besides a cup of wine. You want to dance to the music without caring who’s beside you, kiss boys, have girl friends and gossip in the corner of the room. You’ll tolerate this, you can!

“Come,” Eddie shouts over the music. “Let’s get drinks!” He moves through the crowd and carves a path that quickly begins to close, making you have to push through to not get lost in the sea of bodies. When you reach the kitchen it’s a lot lonelier, thankfully.

“Here, try this,” Eddie says and pushes a can of…beer in your hand.

You’ve never had beer before. “Okay,” you don’t hesitate to agree as you reach for the can.

“Take it slow,” he warns. “If its your first time drinking.”

You lift your gaze off the beer can to meet his brown eyes. “I’ve had…vodka and tequila.”

Eddie scoffs in amusement and nods. “All right, well it’s kind of the same.” He turns and searches the strangers fridge without shame, whilst you pop open the can and pull the can to your lips.

Of course you hesitate as that odd smell hits your nose, but how fun will this party be if you don’t at least try it. So, after a deep breath you take a sip, and right as the bitter taste hits your tongue your nose scrunches in disgust as no part of you likes what’s in your mouth. You only swallow because you don’t want to spit it out.

When it’s down your throat though you gag. Eddie hears, and without turning around he reaches back and motions you to hand it to him, so you do gladly do and he doesn’t hesitate to drink out of your beer can.

“Here,” Eddie says and walks around you to reach a bowl with some kind of red drink that has steam over the surface. “You’ll like this better.”

You lean forward curiously. “Why is it smoking?” You query.

Eddie grabs a cup and dunks it in the drink. “Well because,” he begins to explain, but when he scoops some of the red drink he faces you and shrugs. “I wouldn't have the slightest idea. Effect maybe?” He says and hands you the cup.

Well…you’ll take that.

“Well,” you retort. “If I die just know my dad is a CIA agent, so…” you trail off and raise the cup in the air before you take a long sip.

Unlike the beer the red drink is a lot sweeter, better tasting, so you don’t make faces or want to throw up.

“Cool, your dad hunts aliens,” Eddie throws out excitedly.

You lower your cup and blink in confusion. “No?” you answer slowly, not knowing if he’s joking. “No. He does other boring shit.”

Eddie laughs and nods. “Cool. But anyway, Richie Rich let’s go dance!” He grabs your hand and pulls you in the mix of the dancing crowd.

Now dancing is something you know how to do. Maybe not well, who knows, but you do that without shame. Even as your breath turns fast and your heart begins to pound. That fear that had riddled you washes away. Maybe it’s because of the drink you keep refilling, or just the fun atmosphere in the dance floor that sweeps you off your feet, but all you feel is glee. At this very moment the worry of being judged was completely gone. And your dance partner never changes.

You could probably dance all night to the music, but you did need to use the restroom and get more to drink.

“All be right back!” You shout at Eddie near his ear so he’d hear.

Eddie leans in and shouts back. “Need me to come with?”

You shake your head. “Nah, I’ll be back!” You go and come back from the bathroom with ease, but when you’re on your way to refill your drink, someone wearing a leather jacket over nothing blocks your way.

“Hey, you’re the new girl, y/n, right?”

Billy. The creepy guy from before.

“Yeah,” you nod and feel your body stiffen. “Yep, that’s me.” You don’t care for him so you try your best to move past him, but he doesn’t move, or get the hint.

“Let’s go dance and maybe find ourselves in my car,” he says so fucking boldly.

It should scare you, but it disgusts you and makes you uncomfortable. So you right away go defensive, it’s your best weapon. “If I wanted to go out with a washed out jock I would have gone to a community center!” You shoot him a sweet grin before you shove past him and attempt to once again get your drink.

Alas, just before you can even step foot in the kitchen a hand wraps around your arm and yanks you back around.

“What did you say bitch?” Billy spats out with actual spit splashing on your face.

“I said!” You shout even as you begin to feel fear once again at the sight of his threatening glare, his scowl and the grip around you. “I said you’re nothing but a creepy washed out jock! Need me to spell it out for you? Or say it in a different language? I’m fluent in four!”

Billys scowl deepens and his grip around you, a complete stranger tightens and hurts.

“Look here, new girl—”

“Hey! Hey, hey,” a voice cuts in before Steve Harrington gets in between the both of you and shoves Billy back gently. “We got a problem here?”

Thank god.

Billy's glare burns into you, and you hold his gaze even if you’re filled with fear.

“No,” Billy deadpans and drags his eyes to Steve. “But why don’t you mind your business next time.”

Steve stays quiet and watches Billy walk away before turning to face you. “Nice costume.” He says without addressing what happened.

Is he trying to make you feel better?

If so it’s helping, but why does he have to be the one who helped you?

Not like it should matter, again, he’s taken.

“Right back at you…” you pause and look him and down and hide your smile as you recognize his costume right away. “Cool guy number three.” You tease to instead try and help this…crush go away.

Steve blinks in confusion before he glances down at his costume and rolls his eyes. “I’m Joel Goodson. Risky business!”

You knew that.

“What are you? Recreation of Adam and Eve?”

You glance at your David Bowie inspired costume and laugh. “No, I’m David Bowie, in his, The 1980 floor show, but that was funny.” You spat sarcastically and hold his gaze for a second too long before rolling your eyes and searching around the crowd until you find who you’re looking for, Nancy by the bowl of smoking alcohol.

“Nancy!” You call out and run over to her. “Hey! I didn’t expect to see you here! Nice costume!”

Nancy picks her cup out of the bowl and smiles sloppily. “Thanks, you too! Are you here alone?”

You shake your head and glance at the dance floor, noticing at that moment Eddie parting through the crowd to reach the kitchen too. “No, I’m here with a friend!” You dip your cup in the punch and just as you pick it back up Nancy grabs your hand and grins at you.

Yeah she grins at you, but she looks drunk.

“They’re playing this flipping cup game,” she says excitedly. “Let’s go! We can be a team.”

“Nancy—”

“Let’s go! Eddie come on man!” You cut Steve off by encouraging her and then letting her pull you outside.

You hadn’t been outside yet, you heard the ruckus and saw glimpses of what was happening, but you haven’t come out until now with Nancy. And honestly it’s not so different from inside, they’re both filled with drunk people.

Except outside they’re playing games. Games you’ve seen before but never been able to be a part of because of your age.

“Okay,” you shout over the music to your group as you get closer to the table of people playing a drinking game. “How is this played?”

“Easy,” Eddie says, making you lean closer to him to hear better. “There’s two teams, two people per team, first person has to drink two cups of beer one at a time, and then flip them on the edge of the table until they land right up as they go. The next person does the same. Whichever team lands all their cups right up first wins.”

You tilt your head as you watch one player spit out all the beer they had just chugged. “Sounds…easy enough,” you mumble and share a worried glance.

Eddie shoots you an assuring grin. “It is.” He steps back with his hand clasped behind him. “Your turn good luck!” He pulls his arms forward and pushes you towards the table.

“Y/N and I are on a team,” Nancy lets the girl in charge of the game know.

Albeit the girl smirks mischievously and shakes her head, “sorry, but my rules are rules. No same gender teams.”

Well isn’t that sexist?

“Nancy,” the blond girl says excitedly and pulls her across from you. “You’re with Jacob. You, new girl are…” she trails off and clicks her tongue as she searches for a competitor. “Ah!” She exclaims and grabs Steve. “Harrington you’re with the new girl.”

Great the cute guy.

“But,” Steve mutters in protest. “I’m not playing.”

The girl lets him go when he’s brushing against your shoulder, and shoots him a so what face expression. “It’s just two cups. Are you a wuss now or what?”

Steve sputters and looks honestly offended. You watch him glare at her before he blinks and glances at you. Albeit you quickly look away and don’t let him see how nervous you now are by how close he is.

“You have played this before right new girl?” Steve probes.

You watch the girl fill the cups just below halfway and shake your head. “Nope, but doesn’t seem so hard.”

Steve sighs and you feel his breath on your cheek as he leans closer. “Just…take long drinks, don’t hold it in. You’ll choke.”

You draw in a deep breath and nod slowly. “All right.”

“Flipping should be easy enough,” Steve adds. “Win.”

You draw out a long breath and nod stiffly. “Easy enough.” You then turn your head and face him to offer him a fist bump. “Come on, for good luck.”

Steve glances at your fist and sighs before he gently taps it, hiding his small smirk.

“Get ready teams!” The girl exclaims, pulling your attention to the cups and then Nancy right across from you.

Steve is going first so you have time to prepare, kind of.

“Youll do good,” Eddie mutters behind you. “Just chug.”

“Go!”

Steve quickly snatches his first cup off the table and doesn’t take long to drink all the beer. The guy across from him finishes at the same time, so they both lean in towards the table and begin attempting to flip their cups.

Much like in your other games, you don’t take long to grow anxious and desperate, you watch Steve with your nails in between your teeth. “Come on Steve! Pull the cup closer to the edge man” You exclaim and lean forward as if that would help him win, or make you look better.

It doesn’t.

No matter though because Steve lands the cup first and moves on to his last cup, causing you to have your hand ready for your turn.

When the guy across from Steve flips his first cup, Steve finishes his second beer and begins flipping. This time your heart begins to pound and you hold onto Eddie’s arm with one hand as you watch Steve flip his cup and fail.

Nevertheless, just as the second guys begins to flip his second cup, Steve lands his last cup and now the turn moves onto you. “Remember don’t hold it in,” Steve reminds you as he steps towards you. “Don’t smell it either. Think of it as water.”

Bitter water.

You take the cup and try not to, but the scent still crawls in your nose and threatens to make you fail. But you do as Steve says, you also look at him and watch him direct you to swallow.

This beer isn’t as bad as the other one, but it’s still terrible, but you have to hold it in. And thankfully you finish the first cup and begin to flip the cup, noticing Nancy was now chugging her beer like water, making this a close game now.

Yet just as she’s finishes you manage to land the cup first. “Haha!” You laugh and turn to grin at Steve. “I did it! I did it!”

“You did!” He matches your energy. “But go.”

You nod. “Right,” you breathe out and turn to snatch the cup, realizing Nancy lands the cup now, so just you come face to face.

Time seems to move slower now as the fate of this game depends on you, but you don’t falter, you suck it up and swallow all the disgusting beer and begin to flip the cup. You flip and flip, Nancy begins to mirror your actions, bringing a crowd around the table.

Each second brings forth nothing. Not until you finally flip your cup one more time harshly out of desperation and land it on the surface, bringing a conclusion to this game.

“We won,” you mutter and turn to face Steve. “We won!” You exclaim.

“You did it!” Steve exclaims before you both harshly highfive repeatedly out of excitement as if it was practiced. “See I give great advice! I’m a great coach!”

You roll your eyes and snicker. “Sure, sure, but it was of course my good luck bump.” You grin wider. “Told ya.”

Steve snickers and rolls his eyes. “All right, all right. Sure it was you. Did they teach you how to chug at homeschool or?”

You scoff. “Yeah, no, my new teacher. He’s like kinda of cool.”

“Oh, is he? Tell me about him,” he grins and points to himself.

Yet before you can answer Eddie throws his arm around you and pulls you to his side. “What did I tell you, huh?!”

You turn and face him to fist bump. “Come on now Richie rich,” he says smoothly and takes your hand to pull you away.

“Wait,” your voice gets drowned out though, by the music and the crowd, you look back to the pair that you were with and see Steve chasing after Nancy back inside. So instead you give up and follow Eddie to a barrel—keg, it’s a keg he says.

Like the beer it’s not so good, and unlike the beer you just chugged, you throw this all out the moment eddie pulls the nozzle out of your mouth.

“It’s all over me,” you groan and wipe the beer off your chin. “Gross.”

“You were doing so good,” Eddie mentions and takes a napkins off the table and pushes his hand towards you, but realizes that you aren’t that close yet so he just puts the napkins in your hands. “Go wash up. I can take you home after.”

You sigh in disappointment and head to the bathroom. “Yeah, okay.” You begin to wipe the beer off your chin as you push past warm bodies. When you reach the bathroom, it’s unfortunately occupied. “Great.”

“They’re arguing,” someone says.

You blink and look across from you, noticing a guy dressed as The Terminator; he had on a leather jacket over his exposed torso thats…gleaming with water? Sweat? Whatever it was, it made his dark skin glimmer under the yellow light and it caught your eyes. He also had on sunglasses with one of the lenses decorated by a badly drawn red circle.

“Terminator?” You point out.

The guy flashes you a smile and nods. “Yes!” He claps “You’re the first person to get that! Everyone thanks I’m a biker.”

You scoff in disbelief. “It’s not hard to guess…” you point to the red eye. “Unless you're like a biker with the stop light reflecting off the lens.”

The guy holds your gaze with a frown before he huffs. “That’d be lame. You’re what? David Bowie.”

You mirror his previous grin. “Yes! No one has caught that!”

The guy shrugs. “Very easy. Which by the way props, you’re cool. First costume I’ve seen that is actually creative.”

You giggle. “Thanks, last minute.”

“Yeah, or you were waiting for this exact moment.” He guesses exactly right.

You shrug smugly. “Maybe I was.”

The guy shoots you a half smile before he pushes himself off the wall. “Zion,” he reveals.

You blink in disbelief and find yourself flustered. “Y/N.”

“I’m new too you know,” he catches your attention. “Well,” he chuckles. “I was, in the fall. I just came back to Hawkins from a boarding school in Washington DC.”

“I just got here from London,” you say in an accent, making Zion snort.

“That,” he says and clears his throat. “Was terrible,” he also imitates a British accent that now makes you snort.

“Why did you—” he gets cut off though as the door gets thrown open, startling him and you.

As you look to the bathroom you see that it’s Steve storming out. He slams the door shut and doesn’t notice you there, he just stomps away, but comes back and faces you but averts his gaze.

“Nancy, she’s in there, take her home.” He sputters out and then just leaves, leaving you and Zion to share awkward and confused look.

“Excuse me,” you tell him and then rap your fist on the door. “Nancy? It’s me, y/n. Do you need help?”

There’s silence for a bit before you hear slurred muttering. “Come in.”

You open the door and find her uselessly wiping her white stained shirt. You’ve been around drunk people and seen them to know she herself wasn’t in a stable mindset. “Nancy,” you say and approach her to grab the towel from her hand. “That’s not coming off. Ever. Why don’t we uh, try puking huh? So you can be somewhat sober?”

Nancy stumbles to the bowl and falls to her knees. You quickly fall behind her and pull her hair back.

She throws her head forward but then begins laughing. “I can’t. I can’t!” She shoots up and almost hits your chin, but you throw your head back and follow her up.

“Some water then? Then we can take you home?” You suggest patiently even if your own head is spinning.

Nancy shakes her head. “No. Let’s party some more.” She begins to stumble out, so you throw the towel on the sink and follow her out. “Nancy, the party is almost over, it’s a school night let’s go.”

She opens the door and walks out quickly, but you’re more sober so you catch up to her and grab her arm and pull her towards you.

“Whoo!” She exclaims happily. “Let’s dance!”

You laugh softly, catching Zion approach the both of you. “That’s not a good idea,” you let her down easy. “Later,” you lie and look to the dance floor for Eddie, but can’t find him anywhere. “Uh, for now let’s…”

“I can take her home,” someone with a soft and timid voice interjects.

You blink and look ahead of you, spotting some creepy guy with light brown hair in front of you with no kind of costume whatsoever.

“Uh,” you breathe out in confusion. “I can do it,” you quickly snap in her defense. “Thanks though.”

“I know where she lives—no,” he stammers. “I just mean I know her, we’re friends and her brother and mine are friends, I’ll take her home.”

That still doesn’t convince you. What if he tries to take advantage of her?!

“Y/N,” Zion interjects. “It’s okay, it’s Jonathan, they’re friends I vouch for him.”

You look at the guy you just met and then at the creepy guy and hesitate, but who are you to question him, you are new.

“Okay,” you mumble and let this Jonathan guy wrap Nancy’s arm around his shoulder. “But I’ll call her mom when I get home, if she’s not home, I will find you.”

Jonathan lets out a nervous laugh and nods stiffly. “Okay.”

You narrow your gaze on him and watch him walk Nancy out of the house. Yet before they can walk out Nancy turns and points at you. “Let’s hang out, okay? We should go shopping! I haven’t gone shopping with someone beside my mom in a while.” She shares sloppily.

She’s drunk so you shouldn’t get your hopes up, but you do get excited. “Yeah, that sounds nice. Let’s plan it tomorrow at school?”

Nancy throws her thumbs up and then lets Jonathan proceed to walk her out. And out of concern you follow them out and watch him walk to his car and put her inside, you don’t leave your spot until he’s driving away.

As soon as you get inside you spot Eddie dancing very close with some girl dressed as KISS. Great.

Now you’re third wheeling, and you have only drank and kissed no one.

Sure it wasn’t like some goal to do tonight, but it would’ve been cool since it’s your first high school party. It would’ve been a cool milestone.

“Hey.”

You look up and see Zion walking out of the bathroom.

“Want to get out of here?” He asks, catching you off guard.

“I,” you part your lips and swallow thickly. “I need to go home. My dad is expecting me soon.”

That was so lame!

“I can take you home then,” he doesn’t fret. “I have a cool bike—dirt bike!” He corrects himself. “You get to smell the great outdoors and get home.”

You glance at Eddie. He’s now making out with the girl.

“Okay,” you give in. “Let me let my friend know.”

Quickly before he can change his mind you run past people and luckily find Eddie pull away from that girl to let him know with signs that you were leaving. He doesn’t get it at first, but after a couple tries he comprehends, and you’re out of the party.

“I only have one helmet,” Zion lets you know as he walks you to his red dirt bike. “But you can wear it, if you want.”

“Well if you’re risking your life without one I will too,” you say.

Zion scoffs lightheartedly. “Okay then. But just so you know my dad is a cop so he can clear my name. Make it so I didn’t do shit.”

You narrow your gaze and challenge him. “My dad would know, he’s like an agent. Ex agent.” You keep his cover a secret.

Zion climbs on the bike and then meets your gaze with shock. “No shit really?”

You nod smugly. “Yeah, so he’ll probably find out. Just saying.”

Zion smiles a bright smile—or at least that’s what it looks like for you. His smile is nice.

“Just hang on, okay?” He says and pats the empty space behind him.

You’ve ridden a motorcycle before….except it was with your dad…not a cute guy.

Should be—not the same…okay.

You let out a small breath before you get on behind him, you don’t know what to do with your hands, but he carefully grabs one of them and wraps it around his torso.

“Now, the same with the other one please,” he says. “Because I really do want to get you home in one piece.”

You swallow thickly and slowly wrap your right arm around him, feeling now how warm he is, and how good he smells. You then tell him where you live and he drives.

And just like he mentioned before you do smell the great outdoors, you smell the trees, that specific scent before it’s going to rain, cow manure. You smell the products he puts in his curly hair sneaking in your nose, and just fresh air. The cities are so polluted that the air doesn’t smell great at all, but here where the air isn’t polluted the air is sweet in your lungs.

It doesn’t beat the crispy air going down to Argentina where you can see the ice caps, but this is close. This is liberating almost.

“Damn so you’re the family that bought this house,” Zion points out when he rolls to a stop close to the front door. “I thought some old people lived here. But hey, you know I know a cool spot nearby we could go to.” He smirks. “Some day. Just me and you.”

You can’t help your smile from turning timid. “You’ll have to call me for that to happen.”

Zion leans back on his seat and his smirk deepens before he pulls out a gum wrapper from his pants pocket, and a black pen from his jacket pocket; which is quite odd because if you have a pen with you then also carry something to write on.

But regardless he hands you the wrapper and you can’t help but giggle at the attempt. “Nice. I don’t have anything so give me your hand.”

Zion doesn’t hesitate and drops the back of his hand on your palm, letting you take the pen from his other hand to write your number on his palm. “Call me when you get home,” you let him know.

“Oh,” he says teasingly. “So you want me to call you right away? I was going to leave you waiting.”

You give him back his pen and look at him with a pointed glare. “Do that and I’ll never talk to you.”

Zion laughs softly and shoves his pen back in his coat pocket before leaning forward and grabbing his motorcycle handles. “I’ll call you then…when I get home, uh, let me know when you…”

“When I get home?” You finish his sentence. “Ring, ring, I’m home.” You snicker.

Zion let’s out a nervous laugh and shakes his head. “Right. Well I’ll call you then, but I expect you to be waiting, kicking your feet and everything.”

“Kicking my feet?” You laugh.

Zion nods. “Yeah like the girls in the movies.”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Well I’ll be waiting.” You begin to walk back and flash him a sweet smile. “Drive safe. And goodnight.”

“Goodnight, y/n,” he whispers.

You linger your gaze on him for a second longer before you turn on your heels and walk to the door. Just as you open the front door, a distant light crawls out and Zion revs his engine, causing you to peer back and realize he was still watching you. He didn’t drive away until the door behind you closed.

How sweet. How very sweet…

No kiss…which bummer, but he seems like he’s worth the wait.

As of now though, you take your shoes off at the entrance and follow the sound of the tv in the living room.

You expect to see your dad watching the tv and lost in his work, but when you walk in you catch your dad passed out on the couch, and some old comedy movie talking to itself.

There’s papers, newspapers and clippings all over the coffee table, leaving no room for food. Has he eaten at all? When he’s so caught up in work he forgets that he’s human and needs to eat. Let’s hope tonight wasn’t one of those nights.

Tonight though it does look like it will be an uncomfortable night for him because you can’t carry him upstairs. A small blanket will have to suffice.

And it’s while you’re covering him with a blanket that a newspaper headline catches your attention “BALD REBEL CHILD BREAKS DOORS WITH HER MIND. TRICK OR RUSSIAN EXPERIMENT IN OUR MIDST?”

Bald rebel child? Please there must be something more creative out there.

You approach the coffee table and pick the article off the table to skim the page until you find something else. “My son swears he saw a bald girl lift his friend in the air. Why would he lie about that? She even made him pee himself in front of the whole class to be cruel.”

Are these…the anomalies your dad was so crazy about?

You put the newspaper down and reach for another one about Hawkins Lab, but just before you can touch it your dad startles you.

“I couldn’t sleep until I knew you were home,” he says groggily.

You lift your head and peer back at him with a teasing smile. “Oh really? Is that why you’re out here?”

He hums in agreement and follows after you as you now head to your room.

“How was the party?” He asks with genuine curiosity.

This time you grin back at him. “Fun. It was very fun.”

Your dad smiles softly and wraps the blanket tighter around him. “That’s good, babygirl, so…you meet anyone? Cute guys?”

You squint and look away with a smile.

“No?”

You giggle.

“I can pretend to be your mother.” He tries to make you gossip with him.

You shake your head lightly. “Yeah, if that's the case I can actually call her.”

Your dad scoffs. “That’s if she’ll answer. Where is she at anyway? Paris? The moon?”

You peer back at him over your shoulder while you reach the top and leave it unanswered. “I can talk about the party tomorrow if you make me breakfast.” You click your tongue and reach your bedroom door. “Goodnight. And go to sleep.” You open the door and yell back at him. “You can’t work right if you’re tired!” You close the door and hear his voice retreating down the hall.

“Yeah, yeah. Goodnight!”

Once you’re inside your room you throw yourself on your bed and smile at the ceiling.

Can this be it? Can this town give you your life experiences? Can Zion be your first boyfriend or fling?

Steve is cute, he’s like your dream guy, it’s odd really. Being around him feels natural like you’ve been friends forever. Your stomach flutters, but he’s taken. Nancy is a nice girl and can be your friend, you don’t want to ruin that.

You have to let him go.

——

*THE NEXT DAY*

It’s nice having friends, having someone else beside your father and those few acquaintances that you met along your journey.

However, as of now it’s only Zion, Nancy is…flakey. You would’ve thought that how things went last night she’d actually stay true to her word, but you haven’t been able to even see her at all today.

You called her home like you said you would after the party, her mother answered and assured you that she did get home. You came to school trying to check up on her, but she isn’t even here.

Maybe she just doesn’t want to be your friend…you can accept that fact, you’ll can make girl friends amongst your soccer teammates, but Nancy gave off a good vibe—

Maybe you’re just trying too hard?

Well even if you are, you’ll just check on her after last night and leave it at that, it’s up to her if she wants to be friends.

“Come I saw him walking over here,” you tell Zion as you’re in search of Steve to ask him about Nancy's whereabouts.

“Okay next question,” he adds as he hops off the sidewalk and lands on your side. “If you had to pick three movies, which ones would they be?”

You scoff softly and blink to look at him. “You already asked last night.”

Zion blinks and shoves his hands in his pockets whilst his eyebrows knit together. “Did I?”

You giggle. “You were all slow and groggy, so Im assuming you were falling asleep.”

Zion looks at you with confusion for a second before he pulls his hand out of his pocket and snaps his fingers. “No no no, that’s where you’re wrong. You were the one falling asleep because when I asked that question my dad then came in telling me to get off the phone.”

You think for a second before you hit your hand against your face and share an embarrassed smile. “That’s right! Well,” you say and look over at him again. “My three favorite movies are Footloose, Carrie, and The Evil Dead. Yours?”

Zion glances at the sky and hums as he thinks, so you snap your fingers and playfully pressure him. “Come on, come on, life and death!”

Zion jumps and claps his hands. “Fuck, uh, The Shining, The Terminator and uh, Jaws!”

“Hm, that’s a good list,” you compliment him and look out to the parking lot for Steve.

However, as you step in the parking lot you actually see the girl you’ve been looking for all day with the guy from last night! And they were getting in his car!

“There she is,” you point her out to Zion as you pull him to a stop. “Getting in Jonny’s car.”

“Jonny?” Zion mumbles. “Who’s Jonny?”

You briefly meet his gaze. “Him.” You point out.

“Jonathan, that’s Jonathan.”

Same thing.

“Well they’re leaving together so, pft,” you blow out air. “She’s been avoiding me.” You sigh and turn to walk back inside.

“Don’t stress yourself about it,” Zion says to assure you. “Nancy is a nice girl, but she lost her best friend last year, Barbara, she…” he trails off and whispers. “She went missing after there was a leak at Hawkins Lab.”

Wait…wait! That girl is the same one your dad mentioned went missing. That was Nancy's friend?

Interesting.

“She’s probably just being cautious,” Zion continues to say. “Just be patient.”

You peer back and watch the car Nancy got in drive off. “Yeah,” you sigh and squint your eyes with curiosity. “I’ll be patient.” You roll your head ahead and then get an idea so your worry brushes off. “We should hang out tomorrow after school. I have a lake in my backyard, or we can uh go somewhere else.”

Zion grins, and you suddenly feel embarrassed.

“If you want, you don’t have to,” You stammer out. “I think I’m coming off too bold.”

Zion shakes his head. “No, no. I like it. But tomorrow I can’t, I work, maybe we can hang out Saturday afternoon? I get out early, we can hang out after that?”

You let out a relieved sigh and nod. “Yeah, I’m free that day. Lucky you.”

Zion chuckles. “Oh are you? Busy schedule?”

You hum in agreement. “Between me watching tv, and annoying my dad I got a full day.”

“Well you can annoy me.”

You meet his gaze and squint your eyes trying to laugh at his corny joke, but his smile begins to wobble seconds before you both burst out laughing.

“That shit was corny,” you tease him.

Zion covers his mouth and nods. “Yeah. I heard it and it was too late. You just make me nervous.”

You smile shyly and avert your gaze, catching Steve in the distance with his head down, a deep and melancholy frown on his face, and tears gleaming in his eyes?

Now you wonder what happened between him and Nancy last night.

——

Just like Thursday, Friday wasn’t filled with so much excitement, the school was mundane, which you do like but nothing much to note; Eddie asked if you wanted to join his band, but you don’t have any musical skills, so that was a sad pass. Oh! And Nancy didn’t come to school after leaving with that guy…whatever his name is.

So did she and Steve break up?

You’ll find out somehow.

Regardless, your dad isn’t home so you’re alone, bouncing the soccer ball in the living room.

Did Steve and Nancy break up? Not that you’d try to make a move with Steve….maybe not. You’re just curious.

Nevertheless just as your mind is getting lost in thought a knock raps on your door. It can be a variety of people, like your uncle Jim, or…well that’s all you can think of.

Maybe it’s that Russian girl that broken the door with her mind? Wouldn’t that be funny?

Alas when you open the rectangle window on the middle of your front door it’s no girl, or uncle, it’s Steve Harrington.

“Uh, hey,” you greet him, catching his wavered attention and causing him to be shocked.

“Oh, you live here?” Steve asks and looks around as if wondering if he got the wrong house.

You nod. “Yeah.” You raise a brow and can’t help your curiosity. “You’re here because?”

“Well I didn't come to see you so don’t get excited,” he counters, making you roll your eyes. “I came to drop this off from my mom,” he says and lifts a circle cardboard box. “She does real estate as her hobby or what not, so she wanted me to bring this to your dad.” He pushes the box towards you, so you carefully reach forward.

“My dad isn’t here now but I’ll let him know, tell your mom thank you.” You let him know as you take the box of some good smelling baked good.

“I will,” Steve waves as he begins to walk off. “See ya.”

“Wait,” you stop him before you can even think.

Steve stops in his tracks and turns around slowly to face you.

You put the box down on the table by the door, and then lean out the window. “My friends are busy tonight, Nancy doesn’t answer, do you want to hangout?”

Steve blinks in confusion and then tilts his head up. “Me?” He asks. “Why?”

You shrug. “I’m trying to make friends, it’s Friday and well the town is new to me, the city isn’t far, why not be stupid teenagers for tonight?”

Steve blinks again this time he looks a bit in disbelief though. And he doesn’t answer right away, he swallows thickly and looks at you for a lingering moment before he responds. “Yeah, sure…let’s be stupid teenagers.”

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Tagged- @middle-of-the-earth @x-theolivia @redskull199987 @lilyhw1

[crazyk-imagine]

A Game of Truth or Dare, Anyone?

Pairing: Steve “The Hair” Harrington x Plus!size!reader Characters: Steve “The Hair” Harrington, Plus!size!reader, Robin Buckley, Eddie “Freak” Munson, Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Billy Hargrove, Mike Wheeler, Jane “Eleven” Hopper, Will Beyers, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Beyers, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair, Argyle Warnings: The others tease Stevie boy, Robin coming out... with her plan, Billy and Eddie vibes (shush), Billy is a little shit (but tolerable), btw Billy lives, Nancy plus Robin plus Eddie equals Besties, Argyle had a little too much puffing and not enough passing so nap time it is, Billy is a horny bi baby (for a certain metal head *wink*), Eddie is happy to offer his services since... Steve’s taken hehe, Max and Jonathon wrestle Billy because they can, Erica is oddly quiet, I’m lying she’s off hiding from the stupid, Robin is not subtle, Eddie is a weirdo asking way too personal questions, El doesn’t understand the joking kind of traumatization, Billy doesn't watch “chick flicks” because he doesn’t want to think about how lonely he is Word Count: 3,475

Also, thank you @theapangea​ for letting me rattle this idea off to you

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“Robin, come on,” you sigh. 

She turns to you with pursed lips. “What?” 

“We’re not ten anymore. Let’s play something more on our level-” 

“Like Dungeons and Dragons.” 

“No, Eddie.” 

He whines. “Why not?” 

“Because we don’t have the mental maturity of a ten-year-old, dingus,” Robin snaps at him. 

“You have the boobs of a ten-year-old.” 

“Oh my god,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes. 

“Okay, kids. Kids,” Steve starts. 

The two don’t stop. 

“Jesus,” he turns to you. “Could you help me out?” 

Your eyes snap open, staring at him over your fingers. “How can I?” 

“They listen to you.” 

Your hand drops as you stare at him with a bewildered expression. “No, they don’t.” 

He nods his head at a fast pace, “yes, yes, they do. You just don’t think they do.” 

“Fine,” you push yourself off the couch. “Papa Steve.” 

He scrunches his nose. “Please, don’t start that again.” 

You smile in return before turning to face the two “children”. You place your curled index and thumb into your mouth, whistling to get their attention. “Kids, no fighting.” 

You regret making them say anything because their voices start to overlap one another, and you can’t hear what either of them have to say. 

“But he started it by saying-” 

“She’s the one who was making-” 

“Hey.” 

They don’t stop. 

You take a deep breath, “hey!” Your hands land on your hips, further proving your role of being the mom of the group. “You two brats need to stop it. You’re not making our weekly movie slash night fun anymore.” 

They both purse their lips and turn back toward one another. “Sorry.” They turn away from one another, crossing their arms, shoulders barely touching. 

You tilt your head, raising your brows. 

They purse their lips and quickly hug one another. 

You smile and turn back to face a smug Steve. 

You roll your eyes. “Could you two stop fighting for just one goddamn second?! And you two wonder why the actual kids,” you gesture to all the highschoolers plus Erica, “Don’t ever want to come over now. It’s because you two little shits keep fighting and quite frankly, I am done. Who wants nachos?” 

Dustin and Will slowly raise their hands. 

“I am making food, so get your feet,” you grab Steve’s ankle, moving it to the side, dropping it. “Off the coffee table. One of you pick a movie, Eddie calls your best friend and ask her where the hell she is, Max take the phone out of curly Sue’s hand and call your brother so we can get an eta, and Steve.” 

He perks up at the sound of you calling his name. 

“Make sure no one burns the house down.” 

“Thank you,” the kids say as you walk into the kitchen. 

“Hey!” You peek your head around the corner. 

“Yes?” Steve calls out. 

“Does anyone have to be anywhere after this, you know, other than their own home?” 

“No, we can send them home loaded on sugar.” 

“This is why I love you. You get me, Steven.” 

He smiles until he looks back at the group and notices their stares. “What?” 

“Can’t you like, I don’t know, just confess or something because those puppy dog eyes, they’re just- there,” she turns towards the others. “What’s the word I’m looking for?” 

“Pathetic,” Eddie answers her with an affirmative nod. 

“Yeah, that, exactly. It’s pathetic, Steve. You gotta confess tonight or else she’ll be going out with someone real soon.” 

He scoots towards the edge of the cushion. “She’s going on a date?!” 

“No, dingus. I’m pointing out the obvious. She could go out on a date because she is very much, in fact, single.” 

Dustin snatches the VHS tape out of Max’s hands. “Can we watch Halloween?” 

“No,” you answer him. 

“Come on, it’s not even that scary.” 

“I said no, Dustin.” 

He mimics your answer. “Why do you like her again, Steve?” 

“Shut up.” 

The curly haired boy gasps like you’ve hurt him. 

“Dustin, don’t you dare,” Steve tells him with a raised brow. 

“But-” 

“No.” 

The boy grumbles under his breath. “Look for something funny.”

“There’s nothing good in here.” 

You sigh, setting the nachos down before running back into the kitchen to grab the slushies’. “Fine, does anyone still want to play a game or watch a movie?” 

“What game?” Nancy asks, shutting the door behind Jonathon and Billy. 

“No chick flicks,” Billy adds. 

You open your mouth to tell Nancy you don’t know yet when Robin shouts, “truth or dare!” 

“Jesus, Buckley. Couldn’t you have chosen a more childish game?” Billy grumbles. 

“Yeah,” she glances over at the metal head. “I could have chosen to Dungeons and Dragons.” 

“Thank god you didn’t.” 

“Hey!” Eddie stands up, pointing at the two. “D and D is for all ages, chain smoker.” 

“Sure, it is, Munson.” 

“Bite me, Hargrove.” 

The corner of Billy’s lips tugs upwards, “when and where, babe.” 

The lighter haired man steps closer to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders, pecking your cheek. “Hey, babe.” 

“Get off me, you fool.” You shrug him off you. “You are supposed to be a likable person but right now I want to kick your ass.” 

“And that’s saying something.” 

You give her a look, “Robin.” 

She sits back, tucking one leg under her. “Sorry.” 

“You three find somewhere to sit, I have more things to get from the kitchen.” 

“No,” Steve disagrees. “You stay here I’ll get it... you just need to tell me where to go.” 

You smile at his sweet behavior. “No, Steve. You sit down. I got it.” You walk by him, grabbing his shoulder before whispering in his ear. “Make sure they don’t kill each other and don’t spill anything on my carpet.” 

An airy chuckle slips past his lips. “I will.” 

“Thank you, dear.” You head back into the kitchen. “Everybody sit down and grab a drink.” 

The tall blond reaches into his jacket. 

“Don’t you even think about spiking your drink, you brat.” 

Billy stops and pulls his hand out, pushing Mike and Eleven off the couch, sprawling on the couch beside the kid’s dungeon master. “What are we doing tonight?” 

“We can watch a movie,” Dustin offers. 

“There’s nothing good to watch here and it’s too late for anyone to run over to the video store,” Billy grumbles. 

You set a few more things down on the coffee table. “Why are you such a little brat today?” 

“I’m not a brat.” 

“That attitude says otherwise.” 

“That’s just me,” he smirks. 

“Truth or dare!” 

“Robin,” you sigh. 

“No,” she shakes her head. “It’ll be fun.” 

“And for some reason I don’t believe you.” 

-

Steve pushes himself off the couch, pulling you away from the others. “Maybe it’ll be good to do something different.” 

“It would but I feel like she has a motive behind her urge to play.” 

“That’s just how Rob is.” 

“Okay, well when Rob tortures you with a question or a dare, don’t come to me.” 

“I won’t.” 

The corner of your lips tugs upward. “Now I don’t believe you,” you poke his chest. 

“Believe me, don’t believe me. It doesn’t matter at this point because we’re gonna do what the kids want to do.” 

“And you wonder why they call you papa Steve.” 

Now, it’s his turn to smirk. “And you wonder why they call you Mom.” 

You roll your eyes. “Whatever.” 

-

You abruptly stop causing Steve to bump into you. 

“What happ-” He sighs, placing his hands on his hips. “Of course.” 

“Why do Max and Jonathan have Billy in a chokehold?” 

Nancy and Eddie shrug, sharing a plate of nachos. 

You forget, it’s a dead end to ask those two questions whenever they’re together. Sometimes you regret introducing them. 

It was a dead end to ask Argyle, he’s been napping in a corner since he got here. 

"If we play the damn game, will you two stop fighting him?” 

The two share a look. “Yep.” 

“Great, everyone go find a place to sit and we’ll get started.” 

Conveniently there’s a space near you on the couch which, of course, is going to be occupied by the other parental figure of the group. 

“Dustin don’t try and drink it all so fast. You’ll get a brain freeze.” 

The boy’s shoulders sag, knowing that you’re right. 

“Okay, who’s going to choose?” Robin asks, rubbing her hands against her thighs, an obvious sign she’s up to something. 

You narrow your eyes at her, to which she ignores. 

Max and Eddie catch the whole thing and immediately spring into action. 

“Why don’t we start by playing a game of truth or dare and then a movie?” Max interrupts your thoughts before you could piece together their plan. 

“I’m with red. I know you’ve got some juicy secrets, Henderson.” 

The boy stares at his dungeon master with his jaw on the floor. “What?” He screeches. “Me, what about you?” 

The metal head scoffs, “like I haven’t shared anything with you guys.” 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“Fine, I’ll go first.” 

“Please don’t,” you mumble. 

“Truth or dare, Henderson?” 

“Oh shit, you were serious?” 

Eddie nods. 

“Fine… don’t call me a baby. Truth?” 

“Is it true… that you and Suzie Q, are still…” 

“I swear to God Eddie. If you ask if they’re virgins, I’m going to hurt you.” 

“What?” 

“Don’t you give me that look, Munson.” 

“Boo. I wasn’t… virgins?” The metal head pushes himself off the couch, running away so he can hide. 

“No, you don’t,” he says as his arms go around your waist. 

“Steve,” you whine. “Let go.” 

“No.” 

“But-” 

“No.” 

You huff, “fine. I’m calm.” 

“You can come out now, Eddie.” 

“Always the hero, huh, Harrington.” 

“You want me to let her go so she can unleash herself onto you.” 

He shakes his head. “Thanks, Harrington.” 

“There we go and you’re welcome.” 

“I don’t like either of you right now.” 

Steve smirks, staring down at you. “If that’s the case then why are you snuggled into my side?” 

“You’re comfy and warm. I on the other hand am going to be frozen before the night is over.” You grab and blanket and throw it over the two of you. “It’s Dustin’s turn.” 

“What?” 

“A player asked another player an inappropriate question and I made an executive decision.” 

Eddie grumbles, crossing his arms. 

Nancy raises their half-eaten plate of nachos, it works because as his munching, he seems to be brightening up. 

The boy takes his time looking around the room for his “victim”. “Let’s see… I choose,” he taps his chin with his index finger, building the tension between everyone. 

“Hurry up. Other people have places to be,” Billy chimes. 

“Oh yeah? You got a hot date, Hargrove?” 

He tilts his head, lips tugging upwards as he pretends to give you an innocent smirk. “Maybe I do? You wanna frisk me to find out?” 

Steve furrows his brows, the sudden urge to kick Billy’s forearm tempts him (he’d love to see him get upset only to realize that he can’t do anything in retaliation because you’d stop Billy). 

The fabric of the couch moving weirds you out, you aren’t expecting it and turn to find him clenching his fist into the back of the couch. 

You drop your head back onto his shoulder and pat his stomach. 

His stomach shivers at the feeling but makes it less apparent for you to not notice. 

The blond smirks, raising his brows at the two of you whenever he catches either of your eyes. 

You narrow your eyes at the brat. “Steve.” 

“Huh?” The man diverts his attention onto his favorite kid of the group. 

“Truth or dare, Papa Steve?” 

He bites back the urge to inform everyone to not call him that, but he can’t, he secretly likes it. “Oh- uh- I don’t know- truth?” 

The boy pouts at his answer. “Are you sure?” 

“Honestly, not really but I don’t like the face your making and I think truth might be a safer option.” 

“Aw, is little mister man gonna be scared of the kids if he chooses dare?” 

He scoffs, looking away from you, “no.” 

You smile and poke his cheek, “then choose dare. Let’s get this game going.” 

“Uh- fine, fine. I choose dare. But I am not gonna run around the neighborhood in my underwear. I draw the line there.” 

Eddie and Nancy boo him. 

“So, you choose dare?” 

“Yeah,” he nods. “I dare you two to go into the hall closet together.” 

“Who two?” 

“You two,” Dustin points to you two. 

The two of you are silent, neither one of you knows what to say. 

Steve’s mouth opens and closes, reminding everyone that’s staring at him, of a fish out of water. 

Part of you doesn’t even want to respond or answer the young boy but you know you have to. 

Steve turns his head towards you, staring at you trying to understand how you're feeling. 

You slowly and carefully lean your head in a little, whispering, “we don't have to you know it's- it's okay.” 

He nods. “Yeah I- I- I know- I just, I mean should we?” 

You don’t know what’s gotten into him but honestly you can't complain about it. Maybe even a little part of you is excited to know that Steve isn’t going to fully object to being locked in a tight space with you. 

Could it mean that he- no, but- no, it’s best to not get your hopes up. You lift the blanket, tossing it onto the people next to you. 

You ignore the complaints of Max, knowing that they were just going to take the blanket anyway. You push yourself off the couch and hold your hand out for him. 

He stares at you like you've lost your mind, you don't care. “What a- what are you doing there?” He asks.

You reply with a nod and slight smile in return. “Well, you were dared, weren't you?” 

He doesn’t verbally respond and nods his head so, at least you know he’s listening and can understand what you’re asking him. 

-

The group waits to let out a victorious cry, not wanting either of you to know until after plan has been completed. 

“She was the first one to make a move. Who had money on that?” Eddie asks. 

“I think I can safely assume that everyone didn’t place any money on Steve,” Robin adds. 

Will (whose been quiet for almost the whole night) slowly raises his hand. 

“What?” Dustin screeches. 

Eddie and Max raise their hands too. 

“What? You guys, come on.” Robin throws her head back and groans. “You guys.” 

“I wanted him to man up and confess. Sue me,” Max tells her. 

“I’m with red,” Eddie chimes in. 

“Same. I honestly thought tonight he was going to try and say something,” Will adds. 

“Okay, team Steve,” Robin teases them. 

-

“We don’t have to actually do anything, you know,” you start off. “I mean, they didn’t follow us to make sure we do as they say you know.” 

He nods. 

“Steve?” 

He stares at you, coming out of his thoughts. “Yeah?” 

“Are you okay?” You furrow your brows in concern, “you don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself tonight.” 

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “I am, I swear I am. I’m just- I feel bad for you. I don’t want you to think that you have to you know, do this because the kids dared you too.” 

You smile, “technically it was your dare, but you should know, I’m always happy to hang out with you. Don’t tell anyone from the gang but,” you lean in, whispering in his ear. “You’re my favorite.” 

He looks away, not wanting you to see the flush in his cheeks (but you do). “You can’t say things like that.” 

You furrow your brows, watching him pace around the hallway, close to your bedroom. “Why not?” 

“Because.” 

“Because why, Steve?” 

“Because I- I-” You don’t like when he cuts himself off as he’s close to talking about his feelings. “No, you don’t get to close yourself off because you don’t know how to say what you need to say. So just say it however you need to.” 

He sighs, “because I- I feel something?” He scrunches his nose when he thinks back to what he said. “Steve?” 

“I’m feeling things for… you.” 

“Oh.” 

He sighs, “yeah.” 

“Like what?” 

“I’m sorry?” 

You gulp, deciding to bite the bullet. “What kind of feelings?” 

“What?” 

You tilt your head, “what kind of feelings do you have for me?” 

“I- what? Why do you ask?” 

“Well, if you’re saying you have feelings for me. I’d like to know what they are because that could make or break what I’m about to say?” 

“You,” he furrows his brows. “What are you trying to say? Do you… have feelings for me?” 

“Depends.” 

He sighs, “if I say that I do have feelings for you, will you admit that you do or don’t so I can stop embarrassing myself?” 

You smile, taking a step forward. 

“What’s that look for?” 

“Did you just say that you like me?” 

He blinks owlishly, “what?” 

“You just said you like me.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“Did I?” His back hits the wall, he tries to grab onto something, anything because he’s not sure if this is real. “I mean, maybe. Does- does that mean you… return those feelings?” 

“If I lean in just a little,” your lips are an inch away from him. “Closer, what would you think?” 

“I’m not a religious guy, but I’d be praying you felt something for me.”

“Then it’s a good thing you won’t need to get on your knees and pray.” You peck his lips, “unless you want to, that is.” 

He awkwardly chuckles, ignoring your gaze. 

You smile, slowly pulling him in for a make out session, not caring if anyone sees you two. 

His hands move off the wall and onto your waist, tightening as the two of you lose yourselves in one another. 

-

“Should we go check on them?” Robin asks. 

“I’d rather not.” Billy shivers in disgust, “it’d be like finding your parents making out.” 

“You’re just jealous because you don’t have your own person to call you daddy.” 

“Eddie!” Nancy and Robing shout. 

“What?” He glances between the two. “Am I wrong?” 

Billy doesn’t say anything as he takes a sip of his drink. 

“Okay, moving on,” Dustin chimes in. 

“I can go and see what they’re doing,” El adds. 

“No,” Robin shakes her head. “I will not let you get traumatized.” 

“How would I get traumatized?” 

“Well, you see-” 

“I’ll check,” Will says, pushing himself off the ground. “Oh no.” He covers his eyes, “I’m blind. I need to bleach my eyes.” 

“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad.” Dustin stands beside him and groans. “Oh my god! Oh my god. Gross. Old people making out.” 

Steve doesn’t pull away as he flips the child off. 

“Oh great,” he mutters, pulling Will back into the living room. “He’s flipping me off. Steve’s finally getting some and now he’s being a dick.” You roll your eyes and pull back. “Quick question before I go in there and jump on him.” 

He hums. 

“I’m sure I’ve got the right idea, but I want to double check, are we boy-” 

“Yes, one hundred percent. I’m not going to go around kissing and dating other girls when I’ve got the one girl I’ve always wanted.” 

You quietly aw, pecking his lips before dragging him into the living room. “You are all not subtle,” you point out. “Dustin, you’re an asshole too, don’t deny it. You do the same shit with Suzie. Will, honey, I am sorry for traumatizing you but we’re together and we’re happy.” 

No one adds onto that as Max starts the movie. 

You and Steve enjoy cuddling next to each other more than you did during previous cuddles. 

-

The movie ends and you send the kids home, almost completely filled with sugar. 

Neither of you have any regrets about that. 

Steve lingers in the living room, helping you clean up. 

“You don’t have to go, if you don’t want to, Steve. There’s plenty of room here.” 

He nods, “I know. You kind of foiled my plans. I was gonna make up something so I could stay.” 

“Oh yeah?” You add onto his joke. “Like maybe, all of a sudden it started raining even though there’s no rain.” 

“You stole the words right out of my mouth.” 

“I know you too well, Harrington.” 

He groans, “not the last name.” 

“I don’t have a cute pet name for you yet.” 

“Fine. Oh, wait. As long as it’s not-” 

“Papa Steve.” 

“Exactly.” 

“Mm-kay.” 

“You’re scaring me.” 

“Don’t be scared.”  

[pretty-batty]

Crybaby

Eddie x Judy (ofc) Part 11 of Eldath's Priestess 5754 Words

Warnings- SMUT (18+), angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, non-penitrative sex, tiddie fucking, monster fucking, mentions of past gay escapades, mentions of past threesome (hinted to be Billy), MEDICAL MENTIONS: needles, overdosing, drugs, intracardial injections. Mentions of major character death. Now on ao3. Thanks to @anakinkshamer, my beloved beta reader and editor. Notes: not canon compliant, also mungrove as a pairing isn't fully addressed, but hinted at.

Summary- As Vecna's power grows, Judy is faced with an impossible choice.

Samwise was bigger than the rest of the demo-bats, waddling at Eddie’s heels like a medium-sized dog. Eddie could only take walks in the dark since he returned home. The yellow of his eyes reflected any light that would shine near him, so sticking to the deep woods would avoid that possibility. Although, the predatory gaze of his personal horde of demo-bats also kept people far from the trees.

This was Judy’s first time joining him, clinging to his arm to keep herself from falling. She understood why there was a “no flashlights” rule, but with the moon covered by pitch black canopy of trees it was impossible to see. No doubt Eddie’s supernatural abilities gave him night-vision, but Judy’s occasional thump “ow” proved that it wasn’t shared.

“You want me to carry you?” Eddie finally asked.

“No, it’s fine.” A lie. It took another scuff of her shoe against a surfaced tree root for her to relent. “Yeah…yeah I’d like that…”

He crouched down, Judy’s hand tracing along his shoulders, feeling around blindly before mounting his back. His arms formed stirrups for her legs. “Your loyal steed, my lady.”

“Thank you, my precious paladin.”

“Paladin,” he finally rose to his full height, Judy wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Haven’t heard that one in a while.”

“Sorry, I thought you’d prefer dungeon master.” She said, pressing a kiss at the crown of his head.

“If I can stay your paladin, that’s all I need. Edward the Stalwart and Princess Nim Hellarad, reunited at last.” He smiled, switching up his gate to provide extra bounce, Samwise chittering in surprise.

Judy rested her chin on his shoulder. “You think they’ll get a happy ending?”

“I’ll make sure of it, buttercup.”

A screeching rang from beyond the trees, accompanied by a torrent of flapping wings. She expected the trees to stir with Eddie’s own creatures as the larger horde passed over them. But they remained, chittering and snapping at each other, none taking wing.

“What’s going on?”

Eddie rolled his head slightly, groaning. “Vecna’s calling.”

“Like the frenzy?”

“Not that bad. It controls the creatures, not me. But my little buddies wait until I give them permission.” He explained. “So, Dustin tried to explain it to me. It’s like those circuits they had us build in school. There are two lightbulbs. The mindflayer is the battery. Vecna is one switch for one bulb. I control the other. If I’m awake, conscious, the connection is possible, if I’m unconscious, then no connection.”

“I’m not even going to try to get you to elaborate.”

“Basically, if I’m asleep, so are the bats. And all I do is take naps so…”

Judy pressed a kiss against the cuff of his ear. “Among other things.”

“My favorite things…” He purred, “speaking of…you wanna go home?”

“Yes please.”

Samwise stayed outside when Eddie continued to carry Judy inside, still on his back. Wayne was at the plant, Margie in bed. Still, they tamped down their giggles as much as they could. Judy reaching back to lock the back door, her hand returned to Eddie’s shoulder, tapping it twice. “Down, please.”

“Nope. This floor is no good, Princess Hellarad. I must find a suitable place for you.” He announced. Swiftly, with new purpose, he moved to the couch, letting her plop down on the cushions. He turned, gazing at her in the moonlight. “No.”

“Eddie come on.” Before she could finish he lifted her bridal style, carrying her up the stairs and into Wayne’s empty room, plopping her on the bed for a moment.

He stood, panting. His face began to glisten with sweat. One more deep breath. “Nope.”

His body hunched over, yanking her over his shoulder. His arm wrapped around her waist, Judy’s arms pressed against the center of his back. She shook her head with a smile, “Goddamnit.”

Eddie opened her bedroom door with one hand, tossing her on her bed. He closed the door, leaning his body against it casually then turning the lock. His eyebrows rising at the click. Judy was halfway done with taking off her pants, shoes already yanked off with the laces still tied. “Eager, are we?” He asked.

“To get my clothes off, yes.” She smiled.

He laughed, slowly quieting as she continued to shimmy her jeans off her legs, panties as well, chucking them to the side. Her thicket of dark hair glistening in the moonlight as it peeked through the branches of the tree outside her window. Eddie’s hand ran down his inner thigh, moving to stroke himself over his zipper. His claws scraped against the denim, eyes soon latching completely to the sight of Judy’s breasts falling from her unlined, wireless sleeping bra.

“You okay, big fella?” She asked.

His top teeth slid across his bottom lip, pulling the bottom stitch taught, releasing a calming breath. “Your tiddies are always so pretty.”

“You have something in mind?” She purred, lifting her remaining clothes over her head, letting them drop to the floor. She laid back on her pillows. Bathing in his gaze as it poured over her glistening skin like honey. She already knew what he wanted, and she’d gladly oblige. Her hands reached down to the meeting of her thighs, her arms pushing her breasts together. Her right fingers stroked along her clit, the left teasing her entrance.

Her breasts were poised perfectly, caged by her biceps, hypnotizing Eddie with each breath she took. He stripped himself bare, climbing from the foot of the bed, over her body. Before he could straddle her waist, cock poised at the bottom of her sternum, Judy raised her left hand from between her legs, running her slick coated fingers down his cock. Just wet enough to slide in with no resistance.

Eddie's cock slid between her breasts, his tip poking from the top, dusky pink against her moonlit skin. Her left hand settled on his hip, her right continued to pleasure herself. After one pass through her soft tits, his tip began to leak. He hissed through his teeth, leaning his head back to reveal his neck to Judy, her eyes latching on his bobbing Adam’s apple.

Her nails gripped his hip just below his scar as he continued to thrust, smiling at the sight of his two clawed hands reaching down pushing her breasts together himself, rolling his dark thumbs over he nipples. Her top teeth dragged over her lip as their gazes met once again.

Her arms relaxed, no longer needing to hold anything in place. She simply focused on her own pleasure, strumming her aching bud. Any sort of orgasm would do at this point. Her other hand migrated up Eddie's torso, running her thumb over his nipple. The friction set him alight, thrusting quicker and shallower. Each time she looked down, she could see his leaking tip, glistening and dripping with need between her breasts.

She gave his nipple a slight roll with her fingers. Eddie's lips parted in a higher pitched moan. But he kept going, closing his mouth with an “mmm” before closing his eyes, Judy continuing the action a few more times. That sound he made was enough, a wave a pleasure spread through Judy's body, leaving her with that gentle buzz beneath her skin.

She pressed her head into the pillow, exposing her long neck. Eddie's thrusts became more erratic. The sight of her, exposed and used, covered in him and nothing else, must have been the last straw. Before he could ask her to stick her tongue out to catch it, his cum spurted from his tip and up her neck. His mouth opened with another cry as more emptied from him. Judy quickly tilted her face down, lips parting and tongue stretched to accept what he had left. He managed a few drops for her before he let go of her breasts, leaving his spent and aching cock bare.

Judy withdrew her tongue back into her mouth, swallowing his spend as he watched, her right hand finally released from under Eddie’s thigh. A combination of his sweat on her forearm and her own juices on her fingers were muted by her aching wrist, wiping her hand and arm on her sheets before bringing it up and rubbing it with her left hand. Eddie reached down with a “here”, taking her wrist in his fingers and massaging it. “Haven’t fingered someone in a while, you’re out of practice.” He smiled.

“I mean…if you’re offering, I can always play with what you have.”

Eddie let out a laugh, “not my thing.”

“Right, Mister Stone Top.” She added, pausing for a second as Eddie fished tissues out of the box on her bedside table. There was a tightness in her chest, nervous about intruding, before letting it go as she asked. “Did you ever try it, before you got with me?”

He gazed at her, gathering his spend from her neck, wiping it away. His expression softened, “yeah…not a fan. It hurt and I didn’t like how it made me feel…like…emotionally.” Eddie threw the tissues away, gathering more as he moved down to the valley between her breasts, now parted to their respective sides. The soft tissues left her skin dry. He continued rambling, “Honestly, didn’t like the head part either. I mean getting head from a dude, great. They go in and like get it done, man. But like…giving head. Depending on the size, it would feel invasive. I would listen to these guys talking about loving big cocks and how they felt in their mouths, and I was like ‘I prefer it not to hit the back of my throat, thanks.’ Just a sensible four is as big as I need.” Eddie tossed the other tissues away, then paused. “You never asked me about that before.”

“You never asked me about my escapades either. Thought it would be…invasive to ask you.” she explained, sitting up and pulling her knees so her chest. She didn’t know why she felt so self-conscious. “Maybe I was scared that if we talked about it, I’d tell you about what I did, and you might get…weird about it.”

“Me? Get weird about that? I think you have forgotten who you’re with, baby. And what we’ve done together.”

Judy’s face felt flush. “Or that I might feel…jealous…of the people you were with.” She continued, “but it’s weird…because I don’t feel jealous. I feel…”

Eddie’s mischievous smile emerged, his nose pushing past her knees and into her face, “turned on.” Judy looked away, lips tight in embarrassment. He let out his signature chuckle, “baby, the image of you going down on another girl has gotten me through many a night.”

“Really?”

“Oh, fuck yeah. But when I got with you, and when we did that thing with whatshisname…I realized I didn’t like sharing you.”

“I didn’t like sharing you either. And you didn’t even fuck him.”

Eddie pressed his forehead against hers, bumping their noses together. “So, whatever we did before, it’s fine. Nothing to be ashamed of. We can use it as spank bank material for each other. I’ll think about you being three fingers deep in a cheerleader, and you can think about me fucking jocks in the ass.”

Judy let out a wheeze before reeling back and cackling, quickly covering her own mouth, making sure not disturb anyone else in the house. Eddie smiled, pressing a kiss on her nose. “Only! If I have your permission. You already have mine.”

She nodded with a regal air, “Of course. You may jack off to my lesbo escapades.”

Eddie hopped off the bed, his softened cock bounced in the air before he got on his knees, bringing his fists down in a pump of victory, releasing a voiceless “YES!”

Judy continued to stifle her giggles, as did Eddie. His eyes followed up her bedside to her legs, the little hairs almost twinkling like rhinestones. She hadn’t shaved in a bit, but her comfort level with Eddie made it so that she didn’t need to fret.

He rose to his feet, climbing over top of Judy again as she lowered her legs. He rested his ear against her sternum, bracketed by her soft breasts. Her skin smelled like him, and a little bit of her too. Her heart’s gentle rhythm playing beneath his stitched-up cheek. “I can’t believe you’re mine, buttercup.”

Judy’s chest ached at his sweetness, soothed by a slight kiss from the corner of Eddie’s mouth. Her long fingers ran through his curls, nails softly scratching at his scalp. Eddie, like the large beast he was, let out a purr.

She smiled, “I always was, baby.”

As Eddie finally drifted off to sleep, the horde of deformed bats in the woods grew silent as well. The night was finally still.

-------------------------------------------

Maybe telling Judy their plan was a bad idea. That’s what Judy thought, at least. She could feel the sweat form on the back of her neck as Dustin continued to explain how Rick was the only one who could supply the “sedatives or whatever”. Her face grew hot again, eyes fixed to the cabin floor.

She had no place to argue. These kids were all gifted. Strategic in their planning. But feeling Rick’s eyes on her made the feeling of helplessness worse. Judy finally spoke, interrupting the meeting of the young minds. “You understand that an overdose that size can kill him? We’re just gonna breeze past that. There is a fine line. And we don’t have the equipment that could keep him alive.”

“Under my watch, he’ll be just fine. I’ll make sure of it.” Rick said.

She stood up from her spot on the couch, throwing off the balance of the room as everyone else remained seated. “You? You’ll take care of it? I wouldn’t trust you to water my aunt’s azaleas.”

“You can’t blame me.”

“I can blame you for everything if I want to. You got Joe hooked on heroin, persuaded him not to go to rehab before it got bad. He’s dead. You had Eddie selling the harder shit while you were locked up to keep your product moving, had him selling ketamine, the ketamine that Cunningham wanted, and it ended up with her dead in Eddie’s home and Eddie falsely accused of her murder. If you hadn’t persuaded him to do that, he would be fine, he would be living with me far the fuck away from here.” She reached her limit, “So no, Richard, you won’t take care of it. Because I can’t stand the idea of losing Eddie aga-” She shut her mouth, clenching her teeth.

Dustin stood up, walking himself between her and Rick, his hands up to her in submission. “Okay, that’s fine. You…could do it. Right. You got that training.”

Judy’s eyes stung, realizing she hadn’t blinked the entire time she was ripping Rick apart. She closed her eyes, a rogue tear leaking from the corner of her eye. “Have you talked to Eddie about this?”

“It was his idea.” Dustin insisted.

Thum. It had been years since she felt that. The hallow drum within her chest and the mallet striking it, shaking off the cobwebs. She returned to her spot on the couch, Steve to her right, the arm rest on her left, the door behind her.

Thum.

All she had to do was get up and leave.

Just go. Get up. Get back up.

Steve’s hand moved, resting on her arm. It was softer than she expected, warm. “I’d trust ‘em.”

Her voice came out several decibels lower, “Rick or Eddie?”

“Both.”

The meeting continued the plan being very similar to the one from months back. Separate, go in through different points, weaken him, and send in El for the kill.

Judy finally spoke again, “are we sure it’s just El he wants?”

“What do you mean?” Asked Mike, a slight scoff in his voice, “that’s all he’s been saying.”

“Well,” she continued, “from what I heard, it’s Will too, and Max. And it was the three teens who died in spring. People who were face to face with the Vecna or the mindflayer.”

“When did Vecna see Chrissy in person?”

Judy felt her skin prickle, realizing watching the pieces emerge into a single image. “In 1976, a flu swept through Hawkins. The sickest kids had febrile seizures and went blind. The local bio lab made a treatment. The doctor in charge of it, Doctor Brenner…brought his son.”

“One…” El whispered.

She nodded, “Some of the children who received the treatment were Chrissy Cunningham, Fred Benson, Patrick McKinney, Barb Holland, Marty Miller, Vicky Blake…and me.” Her last admission was quietest, hanging in the air. “There are others besides me and Vicky that are alive. No one is within twenty miles of Hawkins, except me.”

“So why are you still here?” Robin asked. There was something about her tone, or the ‘still’ that she added that pinched at her skin.

Judy bit back, “Because my boyfriend is here, and now that I know some of you are willing to kill him, again, I’m definitely not leaving.” She knew she was a little sensitive, a nerve had been exposed when Rick arrived. But her bitchiness was surprising to even herself. “Sorry, that was really mean. Maybe it’s the anxiety or something…but all of this,” her hand moved in a circle to her right, “isn’t helping.”

Her stomach started to gurgle, indigestion, again. She reached into her purse, fishing out her Rolaids, unwrapping a disk and popping it in her mouth. As she chewed, her hand cupped her face, rubbing her nose on her own skin in a hypnotic pattern. Their voices turned into a rumble in the back of her mind, rising and falling with intensity.

“Who was Joe?” The voice carried softly over the others.

Judy looked to her right, where Steve once was Max sat. Her ginger braids over her shoulders. She answered, “He was my older brother. Died thanksgiving of eighty-four.”

“I lost my older brother too, well stepbrother.” Max explained.

Judy placed her hand over Max’s, giving a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry to hear that. Not something you can get over.”

“His name was Billy. You might have met him. He was an asshole.”

Judy’s gray eyes widened for a moment, grateful that Max could not see her expression. She knew Billy very well…too well…the way his lips pressed against her skin as it spilled over her leather bralette, how his curls looked in Eddie’s fist. She blinked hard to clear her mind.

“But he was your asshole.” she added, shaking her head with a slight laugh. “I know it.”

Max smiled at that, soft, haunted. It dropped. “He was killed right in front of me. This flesh creature shoved its tendril through his chest, punched a hole right through. I can still smell it sometimes.”

“I wish there was something I can give you to make it easier.” Judy admitted, “but there isn’t. You’ll always think of him, and it’ll always hurt. Just each time you do, try to dig deep and find the good memories. Anything to drown out the last thing you saw.” Her mind wandered to Joe’s face, lids half-closed, color seeping away. She shook her head, blinking again. “Sorry about the unsolicited advice.”

“It’s okay.” Max said, “did you know him?”

She took in a breath, letting it out. A little bit of truth was good enough, perhaps his music selection, “yeah. Scorpions, Ratt, Poison. His regular bands. He was nicer than most of my customers, but I think it was to score the eventual discount.”

“Judy!”

Her gaze moved with the nod of her head. The cluster required her attention. Rick had ducked out before she could see him. They had relocated to the kitchen, a map sprawled out on the dining table. She approached. The huddle parted, Robin quickly caught Judy by the arm. “Hey, I just wanted to check on you.” She took a beat, gathering her thoughts before opening her mouth and “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to come off as mean sometimes I just have those tone problem at least my parents say that I do and I can’t really tell when it happens until it hurts somebody.”

Judy managed a smile, taking both Robin’s arms, “hey, it’s okay. I’m in a place where I can’t…” she searched her mouth for the words, finding none. Just managing a, “ya know?”

Robin nodded, “yeah, definitely.”

“But I appreciate that you’d check on me.” She gave Robin’s elbows a soft squeeze before parting, “I gotta go see what curly wants, before he gets mad at me.”

“Keeping him waiting is never good.” Steve added.

Approaching Dustin, Judy found herself approaching a quartet of young men. Shoulders hunched over the map, murmuring amongst themselves. “So, what do you need?”

“You and Rick need to cover Eddie, the best placement is your house.” Will said.

Dustin continued, “Far enough from a gate that if something goes wrong, it stalls Vecna from being able to regain his bat horde to his location.”

“There is a big chance that this will kill him, you understand that? For all we know, Vecna is what’s keeping him alive.” Judy chewed on her bottom lip, “so either the overdose kills him”

Mike concluded. “And Vecna loses control of that horde permanently.”

“Or Eddie survives the drugs, Vecna dies…and Eddie dies.” Judy finished, “God you guys are really dead set on killing him.”

“We don’t know if it’ll kill him. His wounds have healed. You might be able to restart his heart with a defibrillator.” Lucas introjected.

“That’s not how it works. Defibs only reset an abnormal heartrate.” She explained, “It’s not like tv. You’d have to give him epinephrine, either intravenously or intracardially, all the while doing continuous chest compressions. And I’m not trained to put in a line. Hopefully, in that time, Rick would have called EMS. God knows I can’t bring myself to trust that man.”

“You’ll have to.”

The words spat like hot grease, her lip curling in disgust. “I’ll have to talk to him about this.” She meant Eddie. Her Eddie, who somehow managed to assist in concocting this plot that would most certainly end with his death. Judy was beginning to think he wanted to kill himself. Not knowing that Eddie, in fact, had limited time anyway.

His “not yet” had turned into “not ever” as he pushed the inevitable discussion of his death further away. Robbing Judy of solid ground, until she was blindsided by this eventual execution in 36 hours.

By “talk to him about it”, Judy originally meant scream at him about it until she had an aneurism. But when she got home to him, his sad puppy eyes, his guilt-ridden expression. She could only melt into his arms and sob. The two landing on the entryway floor.

“I don’t want you to die.” She managed choke out, another deep sob wracked her body. “Please, Eddie. Just tell me you don’t want to do this.”

Eddie’s chin rested atop her head. “I don’t want to do this, baby.” He ran his cheek along her hair. She had managed to fold herself into the smallest shape possible, curling into his lap. “He’ll kill me, regardless.” Judy let out another wail, muffled by Eddie’s t-shirt. “I’m so sorry, Judy. Wish I had told you.” His lips parted in her hair, at first to press a kiss, but only to let out a cry of his own. His chest shook against her cheek. His speech became clenched and difficult. “I don’t wanna die, babe.” He hiccupped, “But I w-will.” He sucked in a breath. “Jst wanna do something right.” His voice ran dry, managing quiet whimpers of “I’m so sorry, Judy.”

Wayne and Margie were sitting on the back steps, each with a glass of whiskey in their hands. While Judy had been told of the plan from the Scooby Gang, Eddie had told Wayne and Margie. Their faces now haggard and pale, carrying the heavy burden of the incoming death of another nephew, another son. Samwise, like the dutiful companion it was, stayed at their feet, purring in an attempt to comfort them, only seeming to unnerve them instead.

Within the next day and a half, Judy and Eddie didn’t leave the house, hardly leaving the bedroom. If they did, it was together. Attached at the hip, or both hips, arms around each other. As if they were teenagers again, finally together after almost a decade of avoiding their feelings. But the reason was different this time. In counting down the hours, neither one wanted to miss a moment. Judy could never get sick of Eddie. And Eddie, riddled with terror and guilt, just wanted his girl close. To smell her, feel her, to open his eyes and see her.

“My princess” “my angel” “my girl”, anything he could call her other than her name would pour from his lips. As for her name, he practically breathed it. Wrapped around her, within her, anything he could do.

While they spent their last moments together, Margie and Wayne made their plans to evacuate, at their children’s behest. Wayne was the more reluctant of the two. But after many tears and pleas, Margie was in the beetle driving to stay with a friend in Indianapolis. Wayne, on the other hand, was much harder to sway.

“You needed me, and I wasn’t there.” The older man insisted, “I can’t live with myself again if I failed you a second time.”

“You didn’t fail me, pop. But if you die in this…” Eddie took in a deep breath, “I need you to be here for Judy when it’s done. And me…if I magically survive. Please, just this once, listen to me.” He reached out, the first time he had separated himself from Judy in hours and brought Wayne into a hug. “Please, I need you to get out of here.”

Wayne’s arms slowly wrapped around his nephew, holding him as close as he could. His eyes shimmered with tears before finally relenting, “alright.” He gave Eddie one last squeeze, “you stink, son.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, just…clean yourself up before you do your thing. Don’t want you runnin’ around lookin’ like no one cares about you.” Finally, they separated, Wayne giving his nephew one last kiss on his forehead, ruffling his hair. No doubt something he used to do when Eddie was younger. They said their goodbyes before Wayne got in his car and slowly rolled out of the driveway. He lingered in front of the house for a moment, before raising his hand in one last wave, driving east and out of Hawkins.

6 Hours remained.

Eddie and Judy rarely showered together. Unless they were willing to exert significant effort neither of them could get properly clean. This was their last chance to try again. They got in the shower, bare chest to chest, rotating together in fourths to get properly clean.

“This is so stupid.” Judy laughed.

“Listen, babe, I don’t know what you want from me.” Half of Eddie’s mane was under the water, the other half still white with suds. “This was your plan.”

Judy was in the same situation, a direct mirror of Eddie, water down half her curls, the other sudsy and smelling of oranges. They continued their dance, taking a hour for a normal shower. Taking as long as they needed. Drying each other off gently, peppering each other with kisses when they could.

Attempting to make six hours feel like an eternity. And to their effort, it did. They were cuddled on the couch together when there was a knock at the door. Early afternoon. It was time.

Having Rick inside her home again already set Judy’s teeth on edge. There was only so many times she could stand him patting Eddie on the back, insisting on how happy he was that Eddie was alive.

“I’m not used to this superhero shit, man. You know that.” He reiterated, laughing to himself, “but if it means ridding myself of my stash and starting over in a more legitimate product, I’d call it a win.” Rick paused at the silence, “What? It’s a joke! God, can’t tell jokes anymore with you kids. Always so serious.”

“Garage, by the way. I don’t want that acrid smell in my house.” Judy managed to say.

“No problem, boss.” He gave her a casual salute, gathering his supplies once more and leaving out the back door.

Eddie approached Judy, his claws running down her arms to cradle her from behind. His nose pressed against her ear. “Hey, it’ll be okay. I’ll be alright.”

“No, I’m supposed to be the one doing the reassuring.” She turned in his arms, bringing her hands to stroke his face, trailing her shaking fingers over the crags of his maw. “I just…”

He caressed her wrist, pressing his lips against her skin.

“I don’t want you to die. I can’t do that again. I can’t…” Her voice stopped, hiccupping into a panicked gasp. “Oh God.”

“It’s okay, Judy baby. If anything happens,”

“No.”

“Yes, you need to listen to me.” His hands grasped her by the sides of her face, forcing her to meet his yellowed gaze. “If anything happens, it’s not your fault. It was never your fault. I love you more than…” He shook his head, no words could express it. “It was always supposed to end like this.”

Judy’s eyes bubbled over with tears, completely obscuring her view. Her back teeth ached from the clenching, holding back any wail that wished to escape. “Please, Eddie.” She whimpered.

“You’re mine, buttercup. You always will be.” He brought her face to his, pressing his lips to hers. She gave way, accepting his kiss, his tongue, his reassuring smile. His hands finally released her cheeks and gripped any inch of her curves he could reach. Holding her as close as he possibly could, and adding another inch with each breath, her sobs finally quieted, dancing across her tongue to him. The more he kissed her, the more he could hide his sobs. Each gasp for air was simply that, a gasp. Every draw of her lips soothing his terror, and the taste of her tongue brought him bliss.

He finally spoke. “Or” they finally parted, “I’ll be perfectly fine, everything will go well, you’ll revive me, and we’ll move to Pennsyltucky,” another quick kiss on her nose, “and raise angora rabbits.”

Judy finally wiped her tears away, finally able to see Eddie clearly. His face was red and wet, a testament to his own sorrow. “Perfect.” She whispered.

“Misses and Mister Sondheim.”

“Still wanting my name, huh?” Judy asked, her face found its way to his. Her hooked nose to his cheek.

“Well, I’m not keeping this one.”

The walkie-talkie crackled awake, Robin’s voice rising above the static. “Bat-Daddy, what’s the status?”

“You gotta say over.”

“Over.”

“Bat-Daddy?” mouthed Judy.

Eddie wiggled his eyebrows, “you know it, crybaby.”

“Wait…. wait am I crybaby? Eddie do they call me crybaby?”’

He shrugged.

“Crybaby are you there? Over.” Dustin.

Her top lip twitched for a moment, snatching the walkie from the table and answering. “No crybaby here, but there are two bat parents. You may call me bat-mother, thank you.”

There was a pause before Dustin added, “You gotta say over. Over.”

“Over.”

“Okay, cool. What is your status bat…mother?”

Judy gave a definite nod, “Thank you. Asshole is cooking up what we need. He’ll get us when he’s ready. Then I’ll reach you during bedtime…over.”

“Let’s get you in a k-hole, big fella.” Rick said with a smile, poking his head around the storm door.

Eddie took Judy’s hand, pressing her knuckles to his lips. Then he made his way to the garage, Judy trailing behind.

“Shirt off, big guy. Judy, can you find his entry point? Below fourth rib.”

The two were surprised on his forward nature.

“You said you have emt training?” Rick continued.

“No…just first aid, who told you emt?”

Rick waved off the question, fixing a cap over the epinephrine shot. “Can you do an intracardial injection?”

“I know how, but I’ve never done it before.”

“Okay, cool.” He affixed the shot in the hard leather case, followed by the sound of zippers and clinks of metal. “Here.” Rick’s arms wrapped around her waist, the buckle of the fanny pack clicking into place. “So we don’t lose it. Now,” his attention shifted to a shirtless Eddie, finally getting to see his scars, “fuck bro they weren’t kidding. Uh…belly up on the floor.”

Judy watched Eddie follow the direction. She followed suit, her fingers probing his chest until she found the correct position. The sharpie in hand, she marked it with a heavy circle. “Like those tests say, fill the bubble heavy and dark.” Her hand shook as it drew the marker away, capping it.

“It’s gonna be okay, baby.” Eddie whispered.

She smiled, pursing her lips to blow air on to the mark.

“No babe…over a bit.”

“I’m not blowing on your nipple, you nasty boy.”

Eddie raised his brows again, biting his bottom lip. “Suit yourself.”

“I’ll literally do anything you want when this is over, and you live.” She let out another stream of air, moving her aim for one last puff, gracing over his dusky pink nipple and winking at him as it stiffened.

“You two done? As much as I dig the love, very cool, I do need to knock this boy out before he turns into Carrie or something.” Rick offered Eddie a little cup of pills, rattling off the concoction he had created, comprising of downers and a paralytic.

“Hearing a white guy say ‘dig’ will always be weird.” Judy muttered, watching Eddie sit up and take the cup from his hand. She turned away from both of them before Eddie’s free hand touched hers.

“I love you, buttercup.”

She pressed her lips into a line, swallowing back a sob. “Love you too.” One last squeeze of his hand before he let go, knocking back the pills, following it with a glass of watered-down vodka. Gently, Rick and Judy guided him to the back wall.

“My paladin.” She watched as the medication started to take effect, Eddie’s eyes slowly dulling, lids fluttering closed. Judy rose to her feet, taking the walkie from the table. “Bat-mother to cave, bat-daddy is down. Over.”

It's the homestretch now children. Thank you my friends for reading! See ya next weekend! Ps: don't worry mungrove babes, I got a fic for you in a future. Tag List: @loserboysandlithium @userchai @secretdryrose

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do you think the party could defeat IT?

and yes, i did read the whole thing and i love it, i love you and your brainworms /p

- kori -

Kori! You know eventually you're going to regret asking me these things, but thank you for encouraging my brain worms. Let's do this.

Again, I've been thinking about it all day, could the Party defeat It?

I've said this before, but we pretty much know that the Loser's club were the blueprint for the Party. This is especially reflected in season one. For those who didn't know though, the Suffer brothers wanted to direct the It remake and when Warner Brothers said no, they went and created Stranger Things instead. Here's actually a pretty good article on that.

So let's set this in a universe where it's Holly that gets taken/killed by Pennywise. And I say Holly because Bill was blue print for Mike. Again though, Mike did grow into his own character in later seasons. Side note: I have whole another post with the Party and Losers Club comparisons and who was probably based on who.

Secondly let's say in this universe there's no powers and Max and El is already apart of the party. Just a group of regular kids against a monster. Can't give the Party an advantage if we're giving a fair judgement.

So Holly, she's gone. Mike? He wants to find her and kill the monster that took her. The Party obviously is going to help him, but first let's talk about how It would terrorize these poor kids.

It would taunt Mike like how It taunted Bill, with a corpse version of Holly. Also Ted and Karen, like Bill's parent's, become completely despondent to him but I would argue so would Nancy- We're going to get to that.

Lucas and Dustin would be taunted I would like to think with monsters from DnD. It's a shapeshifter after all. (Yes I know that's an oversimplification) But their fears could something else and I am open to suggestions on this.

El, who I would argue has similarities to Beverly, would be taunted with Papa and Max would be taunted with Billy. I would also argue that It would manipulate Billy into doing It's bidding like how It did with Bowers. Like how Billy was flayed, more parallels between St and It And Will, oh poor Will. I think Will is a mixture of Richie and Eddie and like how It tortured Richie, It would tortue Will with 'his secret'.

So now we know how It would terrorize them but what about Joyce, Hopper, and the teenage crew? In Stranger Things they help the Party against the dangers from the Upside Down but they're not helping against It. Especially Hopper and Joyce.

It isn't just a monster, It isn't like Vecna. It can control a whole town. Make the adults not notice the missing kids, make them numb to the evil It extrudes over the town. In Derry the parents of the missing kids eventually forgot about them. And you could argue, oh Joyce would be the exception but she's not. Bill's parents, who we know loved Georgie, forgot him. I love Joyce but she isn't overcoming that.

The teenagers are more of a different story, especially Nancy since it's her sister that got taken, but I think It would have the same affect on them. Especially since the teenage crew is so close to adulthood.

So the kids are their own. They don't get outside help like they do in Stranger Things.

It takes El, Mike finds out, and he would go to Lucas. Mike and Lucas would've gotten into the fight after Neilbolt because Lucas and Mike's friendship is very reminiscent of Bill and Richie's. Especially in season one.

They charge in, yada yada yada, all that shit goes down, they put It into an early hibernation. We know how it goes, here's how the Party deviates from the Losers Club. One them isn't staying behind.

None them are going to stay in their hometown. You could maybe say Dustin but I'm not sure. So how would they even know It came back in 27 years? Remember, It would make them forget when they grew up and left.

But let's say It called them home. They got some funny feeling and returned home, not sure as to why until they run into each other and start remembering. Because one them didn't stay behind, they have no research on how to kill It. They're already at a disadvantage.

Also we've have seen cracks in the Party as they've gotten older. I feel like the love triangle with Bev, Ben, and Bill has a lot similarities with El. Mike, and Will. If they didn't heal those cracks as teenagers I can only imagine what they're like when they return as adults. Yes they love each other, but there are cracks! And I really hate to say this, but after Mike finds out Holly is dead, I don't see him having motivation to fight It again. I don't think the Party would have made a 'blood oath'. This isn't any failing against them, I'm just trying to think of them as them and not the Loser's club.

I believe the if there was a driving force to go fight It a second time it would be Lucas. Maybe El and Will too, but mainly Lucas. Knowing there's a monster out there that no one is doing anything about is very much something Lucas would want to take care of.

I'm realizing this as I am typing this, I don't think the Party could defeat It. I hate to say that. Them not having someone staying behind really hurts them. (Mike H was the reason the Losers Club beat It, he's a badass.)

I'll sum this up: if the Party does decide to fight It as an adult, they die but there's chance they just wouldn't. I'm open to different opinions, because obviously I understand the Losers better then I understand the Party.

The reason the Party fights the monsters from the Upside Down time after time is because they're in direct danger and it's not just them. They have help. They have adults when they're kids. Mike has Nancy. There's Hopper and Joyce.

Against It, they would be by themselves, even as adults. The more I think about it, I just feel the Party wouldn't fight It a second time, they may not even return to their hometown after the 27 years.

There's more I could say but this is way too long, my God. If you read all this, thank you for listening to my brain worms. I know other people probably have different opinions and please share!

Kori, do you regret encouraging me yet? AAAAAAA

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Taking a Sick Day

Fandom: Stranger Things, Doctor Office AU (pre-Steddie)

Summary: Doctor Eddie finally takes a sick day, but keeps heckling Steve and Robin about whether or not Billy is messing up his charts.

Word count: ~740

Notes: Lol didn’t mean to post two Doctor AU fics back to back but I’m not mad about it.

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Robin and Eddie had a unique friendship. Though she’d only met him through work, he was humorous, teased Steve with her, and answered her silly medical questions in their down time. Today, however, he was getting on her last nerve.

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It started yesterday morning as a tickle, an incessant need to clear his throat, before building quickly into an irritable mood and achy body. Everyone in the office saw it coming from miles away… everyone except Eddie who refused to admit defeat.

By the afternoon, he was face down on his desk, that Steve decided to bite the bullet. The two of them had been much flirtier lately and if anyone could get through to Eddie it would be Steve.

The younger man came up behind him, rubbing his shoulders. “Hey Doc, you’re looking a little worse for wear. You should take the day off tomorrow.”

“Can’t.” Came a murmur from the motionless form at the desk.

“Why not?”

The older man sat up and swiveled his hair to face Steve. His face was much paler than normal. “Because doctors don’t get sick.”

Steve made a long skeptical noise.

“I just mean- patients are sick. I can’t get sick because who’s gonna take care of them??” He elaborated.

“We’ll call in Hargrove. I mean he’ll be pissed but when is he not?” He continued, “Plus if you’ve got the flu going around, you’ll only be putting them at risk.”

Eddie sighed and ran a hand through his hair, nodding. “Okay. If you can get Hargrove in, I’ll take a day. But I’m coming back Monday!”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

***

Robins phone was vibrating nonstop since 7:30am. She opened it quickly to see no less than 6 text messages from Eddie.

Can you make sure Hargrove gives the medicine instructions to both Mr AND Mrs.Norris? Hell forget if you only tell him.

Also don’t let Billy touch my charts.

Or mess up my desk.

I think I saw Mrs.Gregory on the schedule too, she likes to be in exam room 3 if possible…

Lollipops are in the top left cupboard of my desk but don’t tell Steve

Oh and also can you make sure to forward me any scans from the patients?”

She sighed and clicked the phone off only for the desk phone to ring.

“Thanks for calling Hawkins Medical, Robin speaking-”

“Robin I need you to listen very closely okay?”

“Eddie is that you?”

“Yeah, you weren’t answering my texts. I’m going to tell you something important, you might want paper to write it down so HNG’tsschiEW! G’tsch’IEW!”

Robin pulled the phone away from her ear, wincing. “Geez doc, warn me next time you’re about to blow out my ear drums.” She joked.

“That’s…ndot medically possible. Listen okay this is imbportant.”

“Eddie. We got it okay? I have all your notes. I’m not letting Billy close to my charts. Your patients are my patients, I know what they need, remember?”

There was silence on the other line as Eddie seemed to be thinking, “yeah okay. snFF But can you ask Steve to send me the-”

“Hold on.” Robin covered the mic end of the phone, “Hey Dingus! There’s a call for you at my desk!”

Steve padded over in his light blue scrubs, looking more confused than anything. “Make it fast or Hargrove is gonna kill me.” He mumbled.

She handed him the phone and he held it to his ear, “hello?”

“Steve-o! It’s Eddie. I need you to-”

“You’re at home for a reason you know. It’s so you can rest. So you know… do that. I’m sure Robin will protect your charts with her life - yes, she told me.”

Robin elbowed him as she typed at her computer, getting ready to verify insurance for Monday’s patients. She couldn’t hear Eddie, but could only guess by what Steve was saying.

“It’s called taking a sick day for a reason, Eds…. I know you want to be here…. Just. Try and get some rest okay? For me? …. Yes I’ll still bring you soup after work. Okay. Bye.”

Robin raised her eyebrows at Steve as he hung up her desk phone. “What?” He asked.

“Nothing…you’re bringing Doctor Rockstar some soup later?” she smirked.

Steve smirked back and went to call in the next patient for Doctor Hargrove, “wouldn’t you like to know.”

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The demon dog 2

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Tommy Hagan, Wayne Munson, Jim Hopper WT: Billy's POV, animal death, AU no Upside Down, mention of drugs, mention of alcohol

They get a couple of other rescues, and, at the end of the week, Hopper comes back to bring Billy back to his home. “Could I… could I stay here a little longer?” he asks “The school has not started yet and the animals need all the help they can get.” Hopper looks at him, seriously “Are you telling me that you feel safer here in the middle of nowhere than at your home?” He is, but he will never admit it “There are too many things to do and another pair of hands could be helpful.” Hopper nods and then goes to talk to Wayne who immediately agrees. “So it seems that we are going to see more of you, uh boy?” the silent man says, before getting back to his job. For their good job, Wayne gives them a free night and Eddie drives them to a bar in Indianapolis. “None knows us here! Go and be wild!”

They sit at a table, drinking some beers, while Steve orders a soda. “Oh my god! Can you please stop trying to be the best fucking guy in the world? Your father will still beat you black and blue when he finds out that you did drugs! So live a little Stevie!” Tommy mocks him and Steve shrugs. “Always the fucking hero! Do you know about Barbara Holland? She almost drowned in Steve’s swimming pool!” Tommy continues, his tongue loosened by the alcohol “Thank god our old king is not much of a lover, uh? Instead of fucking his girlfriend he got out to smoke and found Barbara unconscious in his pool. Or so he said. Who knows. Maybe he pushed her into the pool and she hit her head. None will ever know, Barbara doesn’t remember anything. Isn’t that right Stevie? What are you? A savior or a fucking killer?” he asks laughing. Steve gets up and leaves the pub, while Eddie follows him and Billy stays with Tommy. “Why the fuck did you say that? We were having a good time.” Billy complains. “Oh no, you were not. I see how you and Munson look at him like he was fucking Prince Charming. Flash news. He is not. He is just a fucked up boy who lives alone in a big house and has to pay people to be his friends.” Tommy orders another beer “Do you think we were real friends? We weren’t, but he is loaded and there was a party every fucking night at his place. He is terrified of sleeping alone. It has something to do with an attempted kidnapping when he was a kid or something like that.” he sips more beer “He asked me to sleep in the bed with him for years. Years Billy! And when I attempted something more he threw me away like a fucking rag.” “What did you do?” he growls, low. “Nothing! I just kissed him, ok? Listen, if you sleep in the same bed with a guy for years it’s only normal that he gets some ideas, ok? But then he met Wheeler, and the stupid kids, and next thing I know we are in the middle of nowhere cleaning animals’ shit.” Eddie comes back alone “Steve wants to go home. I can drive him and come back for you if you want to stay.” “Yes. I want to…” “We are coming with you.” Billy interrupts Tommy, gets his jacket, and goes toward the door “Are you coming back by foot?” he asks Tommy without even looking at him. Steve is outside, leaning against the car. “You always have to ruin the fun.” Tommy complains while getting in the car. He sits behind Steve and keeps kicking his seat. Steve doesn’t complain, but Billy takes Tommy’s arm in a tight grip and hisses at him “If you don’t stop right now I’ll make you sleep with Shadow.” “Oh, come on! Do it! He is just a fucking dog! I don’t even know what you are all terrified about.” “Told you. He is a demon.” Eddie replies, looking at him through the rear window. If Wayne is surprised to see them back so soon he said nothing about it. He just reminds them of their jobs for the next year and then he goes to bed.

The next day, when he wakes up, Steve is not cooking or taking a shower, but there is a soft WHINING that fills the air. He follows it and finds Steve crying, holding the old dog that died during the night. “Dying is a part of living.” Wayne is saying “He had some good days with you. You cared about him and he knew it.” “What… what now?” “We should call the clinic and they will dispose of…” “No! We can’t! He deserves a place to rest.” “Steve, the law says…” “Fuck the law! Ok? I’ll take responsibility!” “You are just a boy. You can’t take responsibility for nothing.” “I’ll help him.” Billy declares, getting closer “None knows how bad he was. We could say that it got adopted or something like that.” “That’s not how this works kids. I understand that you are hurting, Steve, but we still have to do the things as they must be done. Ok?” Steve is not there when the local veterinarian comes to collect the body. Billy finds him under a tree, looking at Shadow’s cage. “When I was a kid I had a dog, you know? He was black, like Shadow, but he was just a puppy. I asked my parents to buy me a dog so many times… and when they finally did… he didn’t last.” Steve is looking in front of him but his eyes are lost in some foggy memory. “My father is rich. Like really rich. And I was playing with Milo in the garden. I had a babysitter at the time, a teenager called Andrea who spent all her time watching TV instead of me.” he sighs “I didn’t hear them, but Milo did. He ran toward one of the men growling and barking as a puppy could.” a pause “He shot him. And Milo lay on the ground, bleeding, while the man put a bag on my head and told me to keep silent if I didn’t want to meet the same fate.” he turns toward Billy “I still hear my puppy whimpering, asking for help from me, his master. And I didn’t do anything. I left him bleeding in the fucking garden.” “You were only a kid.” Billy tries to comfort him “You couldn’t have done anything.” “I shouldn’t have asked for a dog. I shouldn’t have played in the garden. I should have stayed inside with Andrea watching TV.” “Steve, are you listening to yourself? It makes no sense! None of these things had anything to do with how you acted.” He shakes his head, his eyes still fixed on Shadow’s cage. “Come back in. I’ll make you some tea.”

Wayne decided to give Steve a free afternoon to mourn the loss of the old dog. “Such a princess. He was old and sick. And he died. He is making all this up just to make us work for him.” Tommy complains and Billy snaps “Do you ever keep quiet Hagan?” “Come on! You know him! He is a fucking rich boy who does what the hell he wants to!” Billy finishes cleaning the cage he was working on and then leaves “You do the rest.” he orders without even looking at him, going back and looking for Steve. He is still lying on his bed, Munson at his side playing with the pregnant cat. “Would you like to touch her belly? You can feel the little cats moving around.” Steve doesn’t answer, his sight fixed on the bunk above his. He lets the cat go and she jumps on Steve’s bed, looking for something, and then runs away with a piece of cloth, maybe a t-shirt, in her mouth. “I think that your t-shirt is going to be sacrificed. She has been gathering stuff for a few days. I think she is close.” he explains and when he lifts his eyes he sees Hargrove looking at them from the ajar door. “Come on in. The party has already started but there is still room for one more.” “How are you doing?” Steve keeps silent and Eddie answers for him “Stevie here is still feeling sad about the recent departure. They were really close and it left a scar on his soul, but I’m sure that knowing that he helped that dog when he needed it will make him feel better.” It’s absurd how pompous his discourse sounds, but how honest it feels. “Come on pretty boy. You are the only one that can cook. You don’t want to risk eating coal, right?” Billy asks, touching his leg gently. Steve shivers at the contact but nods, getting on his feet and toward the kitchen. “He really felt that, didn’t he?” Eddie asks and Billy nods. “I think he feels guilty for not being there when he died.” Eddie agrees, still looking at the boy “He is different from how I thought he was.” he states, then gets up and gives Billy a little kiss on the cheek “And you are different too. Thank you for taking care of Stevie.” Stevie. When the hell did he start to call him like that? Stevie. It definitely sounds better than pretty boy. Or princess.

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maybe for part two of He Loves me, He Loves Me Not it could be like a few months later and reader is trying to forget eddie. the byers moved back to Hawkins or maybe they’re visiting and she’s been hanging out with Jonathan more and more, especially since him and nancy are taking a break or broke up. eddie slowly realized over the months how much he misses reader/he actually did have feelings for her but when he sees her looking at jonathan the way she used to look at him it kills him inside 😁 make this eddie feel pain! And maybe he catches them fucking in the woods or something so that he feels even more pain 😁💗

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not Pt. 2

Eddie Munson x Reader, Johnathan Byers x Reader (Endgame)

Warning: angst and pain

Authors Note: hopefully you all like this! I’ve been having trouble thinking about the endless possibilities for part two. But do not fear, I do plan on writing other endings!!! 💕💕 for the mean time enjoy this little bit!! Unfortunately I did not write smut since I couldn’t find where I could fit it in? Dw I’ll be adding and editing this :)) also thank you anonny, for this lovely idea 💕

It’s been 3 months since you ran out of his home after he moaned and practically confessed the wrong name. It’s been 3 months since you’ve dumped him. It’s been 3 months since the both of you had an actual conversation that didn’t involve fake pleasantries and awkwardness. No matter how hard he tries to make things go back to the way they were, you don’t budge. You smile prettily at him but it��s never genuine. It’s the polite smile you always give Steve, to Billy, to everyone in Hawkins that don’t know you, and now him. He went from Eddie Munson, your boyfriend, to Eddie Munson, your acquaintance.

Within these months, Eddie realized that he loved you. He realized that he should have valued you and reciprocated those feelings back. He expected that you’d continue to be with him, to love him. But you didn’t, not anymore. Though you used to be a constant in his life, it’s as if you forcefully removed yourself from it. He’s slowly coming to the terms that you’re no longer going to be in his life and that your world doesn’t orbit around him anymore. And as much as he hates knowing this, it’s good for you and you’re better off just having him at arms length. To have those polite conversations that he fucking hates because he ruined you.

It’s been 3 months and all Eddie feels is regret and guilt. He was wrong of saying another woman’s name while literally being inside of you. He was definitely wrong for saying that he loved her instead of you. As much as he wanted to come up with different excuses to explain why he said those three words, he knows he can’t. There isn’t any logical fucking explanation as to why he said those words besides the fact that, yes, he was utterly so in love and smitten with Chrissy Cunningham when he was dating you. Even if he vehemently wants to deny this, both of you know it’s the truth.

“Eddie, i want you to be honest with me. Why did you ask me out? Why did you tell me you loved me when you obviously weren’t in love with me?” You asked him one day after his band finished playing at the bar. You came to see his band play, always supporting him in some way because you genuinely believed his band was good. You supported him because you loved him.

He was taken aback from your questions. You were both still in talking terms but it was obvious your relationship wasn’t the same. You went to support his band and occasionally sought him out to express how well he played, then immediately leaving. “Do you- Do you really want me to tell you? I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“Hurt my feelings? You already broke my heart, Ed.” You laughed.

He paused and he nodded with a frown marring his face. “Well, at the time I just- I figured if I dated you, I could get over Chrissy because you were a nice girl and someone worth dating. But now? I really don’t know why. I don’t know why I told you that I loved you. I guess it was to make things not awkward.”

You visibly deflated in front of him and you shook your head, letting out a small disbelieved chuckle. You let out a soft, shaky breath and you colapse your hands on your head. Your eyes started getting glossy but immediately you blink back tears. God I’m such a fucking idiot, you thought. “Y/N-“ Eddie reached forward to comfort you but you immediately pull away and you smile at him. That fake smile that was reserved for those who have hurt you and to strangers.

“Right, thanks Eddie. Anyways, um you played great tonight! But i have to go now, bye!” Unbeknownst to him, you ended up going to the bar to try and get shit faced where a familiar brunette stoner found you.

Good for you, Eddie bitterly thought as he watched you press a soft kiss against Johnathan Byers’ cheek. Your smile is soft and you look at Johnathan the same way you used to look at him. You giggle at whatever dumb joke your new boyfriend said and gently shove his shoulder. He observes the way that Johnathan’s eyes soften when he looks at you, listening attentively to whatever you’re babbling about. He did things that Eddie never did, things that he should have done. He was a genuinely good boyfriend who obviously loved you even though your relationship was fresh and new.

It’s been 3 months and you’re dating Johnathan Byers. He wants to be mad, wants to seethe in anger because how could you? He doesn’t though because the only person he can be mad at is at himself. He fucked up and is instead relieved that you found someone better who he’s sure will value you more than he did. Sometimes though, he genuinely wished that Johnathan never came back and instead stayed in California where he was still dating Nancy. Because maybe then, he’d get a second chance. He’d be able to prove to you that he loved you and only you.

He misses you, he really did. He finds himself up at 2am thinking about you. Regretting everything he did, wanting to take back those words that he said in the moment. Apologize to you for hurting your feelings, for wasting your time with him. It hurts knowing that you’re moving on– have moved on to someone better while he’s still mourning the loss of what could have been if he wasn’t a complete ass.

He thinks about you all of the time. He thinks about your pretty smile, how you can talk about nonsense for hours. He ponders over how pretty you used to look in the morning in just his shirt while demanding him to make you breakfast. It’s these things that have him circulating back to you because they have him wanting to go to your house, beg you to take him back. But he knows he shouldn’t— he doesn’t, never does because he’s a coward and he’s too scared to really look you in the eye and tell you how sorry he is. How he stays up all night thinking about you.

So he stays behind and watches the two of you, indulging in his regrets and painfully gripping a singular flower petal in his hand. She loves me not.

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The Hellfire Club: Eddie Munson

CHAPTER ONE: WELCOME TO HAWKINS

SERIES SUMMARY: After the death of her mother, Y/n Hargrove is forced to pack up, leave sunny California behind and relocate to the town where she witnessed her brother's death: Hawkins. On her first day at Hawkins High, Y/n is recruited to the 'Hellfire Club', where she creates an unlikely friendship with the leader - Eddie 'The Freak' Munson.

Just when Y/n's life seems to be straightening out and she begins developing feelings for Eddie, Hawkins is terrorised by a series of brutal killings that her new friend is wrongly accused of committing. Can Y/n and her friends find a way to defeat the new threat before it's too late?

SERIES WARNINGS: Canon-typical horror/death, fluff, slowburn, mutual pining, eventual smut, season 4 spoilers.

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1 YEAR AGO:

June 1985.

Golden evening beams flickered over the Californian hills as a blue Chevrolet Camero rumbled down an empty road. Music boomed through the open windows, masking the sound of the roaring engine. Warm air flowed between your fingers as you stuck your arm out the window, twirling and flicking your hand against the push of the wind. You squinted against the setting sun as your eyes landed on a bright blue sign that stood out from the sandy hillside.

LEAVING CALIFORNIA: COME BACK SOON

“Been ages since I left this place,” You said, glancing at your brother, who was tapping his ring clad fingers on the steering wheel. “Been ages since I last saw you.”

The memory of an uncomfortable reunion at a local Pizzeria two summers prior flashed across your mind. You and your mother had arranged to meet your brother for a meal, but your dad, his new girlfriend and her daughter tagged along, against your mother's wishes. Needless to say, your mum bailed out and you had to endure the awkward dinner on your own. How long ago had that been? Two years?

“Yeah, you can thank dad for that.” Billy’s jaw clenched. “Wouldn’t let me leave that shit-hole of a town to visit you.”

“Is Hawkins really that bad?” You raised an eyebrow. Billy had mentioned his dislike of Hawkins over the infrequent phone calls you shared, but he had never said why.

“Oh yeah. It stinks of shit, for starters. It’s filled with old people, there is absolutely nothing to do and it’s always fucking raining.” Billy probably could have listed dozens more reasons as to why he hated Hawkins, but he restrained himself.

“Jeez,” You shook your head and laughed. “Don’t make me regret saying yes to visiting you guys for the summer or I might have to ask you to turn the car around.”

“Please, I’d prefer to spend the summer in Cali with you and mum.” Billy let out a bitter chuckle as he stepped on the gas. “But she didn’t even bother to say ‘hi’ when I picked you up.”

“She wanted to see you. She really did, but I think she was scared that you wouldn’t want to talk to her and...she was really sick this morning. Probably didn’t want to infect you too.” You guessed she just felt too overwhelmed - it has been years since she had last seen him after all. You could hear Billy mumble something, but it was drowned out by Ozzy Osbourne’s (in your opinion) horrendous singing. “How’s dad? Does he still…you know… is he any better?”

“Worse.”

“Oh.” Your brows knitted together as you fiddled with the miniature yellow polaroid camera in your lap."Is that how you got that bruise?" You said, referring to the yellowish-purple bruise that graced Billy's cheekbone.

Billy nodded but stayed silent. Throughout their relationship, your mum and dad would get into bad verbal fights, but it was only at the end of their marriage when they got physical. Each night would end the exact same way: you and Billy huddled in your shared room, trying to distract each other by whatever means necessary from the screaming and crashing downstairs.

When your mum wasn’t home, your dad would instead take his anger out on Billy, to make him into ‘more of a man’ or some other bullshit excuse he used to make himself feel better about beating his kid. You were the lucky one - he never hit you. You never understood why Billy chose to live with your dad after the divorce, though you never dared to ask.

“I’m sorry, Billy.” You whispered as a pit of guilt began to burrow in your stomach. “I really thought that he would have sto-”

“Doesn't matter.” Billy cut you off. “Just under a year left of school and then I can leave for good.”

“Where will you go?” A smile formed on your lips as you changed the subject. “Do you still want to be an astronaut?”

“Ha-ha, very funny.” Billy flicked the side of your head.

“That hurt!” You glared at him as you rubbed your temple. “Anyway, I was being serious. You were always obsessed with space.”

You remembered your shared bedroom: Billy’s half of the room was painted a deep blue and had white paint splattered over the walls to mimic the constellations and the milky way, there wasn’t a clothing item or toy out of place and his bed was covered in E.T themed sheets. Your side of the room, on the other hand, was a mess of clothes, stuffed toys and Lord of the Rings posters - something you never really grew out of.

“I’m not a nerd anymore, unlike you.” Billy grinned and began flicking through the radio channels. “And to answer your question, I have a life-guard job lined up in California once I graduate.”

“I am not a nerd, thank you very much.” You folded your arms across your chest. Just because you like fantasy books and had good grades did not mean you were a nerd, or at least that’s what you told yourself. “And that’s great!”

“Yeah, just can’t wait to get the hell out of Hawkins,” Billy said before glancing at you. “Max will like you.”

“Why?” You raised a brow at the sudden change in subject. The first and only time you had met Max was at the Pizzeria and the entire time she ignored you (and you could have sworn she stole a slice of your pizza when you weren’t looking).

“She's a freaky nerd, like you.”

"I am not a freaky nerd!” You groaned and slapped Billy’s arm, which only made his lips curl into a shit-eating grinning.

“Whatever.” Billy shook his blond head and cranked up the radio’s volume to the highest level. “You still like this song?”

You flinched from the sudden increase in volume, which you did not think was possible considering how loud the music was before. Despite the throbbing in your ears, you instantly recognised the song's opening chords: Separate Ways (Worlds Apart).

“Hell yeah, I do!” You grinned and pushed yourself upright in your seat. You’d never miss an opportunity to sing along to your favourite band.

“Please don’t sing-”

“Here we stand, worlds apart!” You soaked in every moment of pain on your brother's face as you purposely shouted the lyrics at the top of your lungs to annoy him. “Someday, love will find you, break those chains that bind you!”

By the time the song hit the second chorus, you had elbowed Billy enough times in the ribs to convince him to join in as well. You don’t didn’t know how long it had been since you had laughed so hard as you belted out the lyrics with your brother. From time to time you would snap photos of Billy with the yellow polaroid which would earn a smack from him and a laugh from you. By the time the song was over, the wind from the open windows had whipped your hair into a mess and your cheeks burned from smiling too hard as the sun flickered its last golden rays over your face before it sunk below the horizon.

If you had known that would be one of your last happy memories with your brother, you would have cherished those moments a little longer.

NOW:

August 1986.

The windshield wipers frantically swiped from side to side, but they made little difference to the downpour that was crashing against your car. Of all the days the weather decided to take a turn for the worst, it had to be the day that you were moving.

After around thirty more minutes and a gas stop, you finally spotted it, the sign you were searching for this entire time:

“Gonna need a damn arc at this rate.” You muttered, watching as the grates on either side of the road bubbled with floodwater. As you came to a red light, you took a sip of burning hot chocolate from your flask and glanced down at the map that lay crumpled on the passenger seat, trying to make sense of the scribbled directions you wrote for yourself before you left.

If your estimates were correct, you should be arriving in Hawkins within the next few miles. The road to Hawkins seemed a lot longer than you remembered. Despite trying to distract yourself with the radio, you couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness as you turned each winding corner and highway.

WELCOME TO HAWKINS, INDIANA.

Your grip on the steering wheel tightened as you passed by the familiar sign. You remembered the excitement you felt when you first laid eyes on it. Now you could only feel a heavy sickness settle in your stomach. The events from last summer still haunted you, that monster still visited you in your dreams, your brother's body falling to the ground still flashed across your mind and Max’s screams still pierced your ears.

Welcome to Hawkins - more like Welcome to Hell.

At least you had friends there. That’s what you told yourself to keep yourself somewhat sane, though you had heard that some of them had moved to California. Ironic, you thought as you drove through the centre of the Hawkins. The town seemed so mundane, like nothing out of the ordinary would ever happen there. Like a massive flesh monster didn’t just terrorize the people only a year prior. Like everything was normal.

Hawkins seemed like a town stuck in time, it looked exactly the same as when you first visited. The diner that your dad and Susan took you on your first night had its large blue doors propped wide open, the swimming pool that Billy gave you lessons in had a massive flashing ‘OPEN’ sign stuck in the window and the theatre that Robin and Dustin had dragged you to watch The Breakfast Club had a massive queue lined up outside.

When you were about to give up all hope of locating Max and Susan’s house, you spotted a sign indicating towards the Helensburgh Caravan Estate. You relaxed a little as you turned the corner onto the caravan park. At least you had found the damn place. The crunching of gravel under the cars' tiers made you shudder - if that gravel wore down your tiers tread, you would be pissed. You slowed down a little to look at each number on every caravan’s door.

All you had to do now was find where Max and Susan lived, which was easier said than done. After your brother's death, your dad and Susan split up and sold their house. You tried contacting your father but he seemed to have just disappeared.

This meant that after your mother's death last month, you had no choice but to move in with your ex-relatives, Max and Susan. Max was cool, she shared some of your interests and last summer you guys really bonded. Susan not so much. Though she always acted courteously towards you, you knew she never really warmed up to the idea of you being a part of her ‘family’.

“Jesus H. Christ…that hurt like a bitch!” The guy groaned and pushed his mess of brown hair from his eyes.

“C’mon, where is number seven?” You muttered to yourself when you heard a thump and a yell. You stomped on the break-in in surprise, frantically looking for the source of the noise.

Had you hit someone? With sweaty hands, you leapt out, praying that you hadn’t killed someone. It would really suck if you were arrested for murder on your first day in Hawkins. Just when you reached the front of the car, you spotted a dishevelled looking guy push himself up from the ground with a grunt. Okay, he’s not dead.

“Oh my God, are you alright?” You rushed over and helped picked up the books that he had dropped (presumably when you almost killed him).

“Y-yeah?” He said, more like a question rather than an answer. “I think.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to!” You apologised, running your hands through your hair. You chewed on your lip as the guy in front of you raised a brow. Would he call the cops? Was he injured? “I didn’t see you and then boom! You were on the ground. It was a total accident, I swear-”

“Jeez, chill out.” The guy in front of you chuckled a little as he brushed down his jeans. You stared at him with wide eyes. Why was he laughing? Did he have a concussion? “You seem more upset than me. It’s not a big deal, plus it’s not the first time I have been hit by a car.”

“Still, I should have paid more attention.” You said as your heart rate slowed a little. He looked ruffled, his jeans were torn at the knees, his hair was a mess and he looked a little unsteady. “Are you hurt?”

“I doubt I shall ever recovery from these wounds.” You stared at him with wide eyes as he placed a hand over his heart and pretended to faint. Had you knocked this dude into insanity?

“Are you alright-AH!” You yelped as he jumped forward with frenzied eyes. Yep, he’d lost it.

“I’m fine.” He grinned as he watched you take a step back. “First time I was hit, I had to go to the A&E. And oddly enough, I was hit by a car that looked exactly like that one.” He pointed towards the blue Camero.

“Oh…that’s weird.” You awkwardly forced a smile as the guy in front of you started pacing.

“Yeah, it is.” He paused and stared at you. You shuffled awkwardly as he looked at you up and down and frowned. “I don’t recognise you, are you new?”

“Uh, yeah.” You said, feeling a little intimidated. “Just moved here today.”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around.” He said, but just before he left, he turned around and looked you dead in the eye. “Hit me again, and you best hope I’m dead.”

“I-”

“See ya!” He cut you off and turned on his heel. You stood there stunned as you watched him walk across the estate, towards caravan number four. Did he just threaten you? Was he being serious? You slowly rubbed your face, feeling like you had whiplash from that guy's behaviour. What the hell just happened? Before you could think too much about it, you heard someone call your name. You turned around and spotted a red-haired girl rushing over to you, beaming from ear to ear.

“Max!”

—

By the time Monday morning rolled around, you had pretty much unpacked everything and settled into your new home. Your room was a lot smaller than the one you had back in California, but it was cosy. You had hung up your posters, re-arranged the bed and the desk, organised your clothes and decorated your walls with polaroid pictures and vinyls.

Only one box remained unpacked - a box which you hadn’t opened in over a year. That box got shoved into the deepest and darkest corner under your bed. It was just like home. Almost. Of course, word had already gotten around to your friends that you had arrived (probably spread by Max) and the telephone was constantly ringing over the weekend.

“Hey, can you drive us to school?” Max’s head popped around the side of your door. “Mum’s passed out again.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Guess we can just leave now then.” You said, shrugging on the oversized denim jacket that hung over the side of your desk chair before following Max through the caravan towards the front door. The sickly smell of smoke clung to the thick air and yellowed the once (presumably) white walls. You hadn’t really had time to talk to Max about last summer, but it was obvious that it had taken a toll on both her and her now alcoholic mother.

“Should we wake her up?” You asked when you passed through the living room, pointing to Susan who was sprawled out over the cheap Maralunga sofa with a half-empty bottle of Carlsberg clutched loosely in her hand. Her now messy auburn hair, smudged makeup and stained clothing looked a far cry from the soignée lady you met back at the Pizzeria only a few years back.

“Nah, she’ll be fine. Always gets mad when I wake her.” Max had to shove the front door a few times with her shoulder before it gave way and cracked open. You threw Susan one last glance before following Max out into the driveway.

A coolness from the previous night still hung in the air and the morning sun glimmered through the canopy of trees that lined the Caravan park. Though you missed the blazing mornings in California, you had to admit the cooler climate in Hawkins was refreshing. When you opened your mouth to comment on the temperature, you noticed Max’s smile fade as she opened the passenger seat to the blue Camero.

“You alright?” You asked as you climbed into the driver's seat beside her, though you could already guess what was troubling her.

“Uh, yeah.” Max forced a tight-lipped smile before looking out the window. “Just…y’know.. weird being this car again.”

“Yeah.” You fiddled with the keys as you tried to form a response. If you were honest, hadn’t gotten used to the feeling of driving that car, even though it had been in your possession for over a year. “Feels weird to drive it too.”

“I bet you a better driver than him, though.” Max said after a few moments, in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“I wouldn't bet on it.” You snorted, shoving the keys into the ignition as Max’s face turned into one of terror. “I just got my licence.”

-

To your disappointment, you hadn’t yet shared any classes with the three people you knew in your year: Robin, Nancy and Steve. And during lunch you couldn’t find Dustin, Mike, Lucas or Max, so you sat alone eating the terrible canteen food.

Maths was the last class of the day, and you just felt like giving up. You sat at the back of the classroom, trying to ignore the stares and whispers of the other classmates as they peered at you over their shoulders like you were some endangered zoo animal. Your gaze landed on the board which was strewn with numerous squiggly lines, symbols and letters. Letters? Why the hell was the alphabet involved with math?

“I’m sure our new student, Mrs Hargrove, would like to give this equation ago!” Mrs Reid said, snapping you out of your daze. As soon as she mentioned your surname, a chorus of whispers flowed through the class, and from what you could hear, they weren’t very nice.

“Uh, not particularly.” You said, feeling the eyes of your fellow students burn into your flushed skin.

“I’ll let you off this time since this is your first day.” Mrs Reid said, sending you a wink. “But next time I want you to solve this.”

You only nodded as she picked another student to answer her question. A sigh of relief left your lips and you slumped back in your seat. You would have to find a way to avoid any future math classes. Back in California, each time you had a math period, you would sneak over the school fence and hang out with Argyl in the back of his van and smoke dope, though you doubted he would be willing to drive all the way to Hawkins every day just so you could ditch class.

“Psst!” Someone whispered, catching your attention. You turned around in your seat, to be greeted by a blond guy in a white and green Hawkins High sweater.

“What?” You whispered back.

“Is it true?” He asked, leaning over his desk to get closer to you.

“Is what true?” You frowned, watching as he practically gripped the edge of his desk with an obviously fake grin plastered to his face. Why was everyone in Hawkins so damn creepy?

“That Billy is, or should I say, was your brother?” As soon as those words left his lips, your stomach dropped.

“Yeah.” Was all you said before you snapped your head back to the front of the class. You didn’t want to talk about him. And you especially did not want to talk about him with that random creep behind you. You felt him poke your back and whisper something else, but before you could tell him to sod off, a noise sounded over Mrs Reid’s drawling voice.

Ring, ring.

“Thank God.” You muttered yourself as the bell rang through the class, indicating the end of the school day. You barely paid attention to the teacher as she shouted homework instructions over the eruption of chatting, chairs scraping against the ground and students pouring out the classroom door. You quickly grabbed your bag and rushed to the door, eager to get away from the guy before he could get a chance to further question you.

As soon as you stepped over the threshold and into the packed hallway, you heaved a heavy sigh. You were free to go home, forget about the day and read Fellowship of the Ring with a cup of steaming hot chocolate. Before you could plan any further activities that you could take part in within the comfort of your own home, you heard a voice call your name and the sound of heavy footsteps. Before you could even register who was calling you, a weight crashed right into your back.

“Jesus!” You caught yourself before you almost tumbled backwards into the lockers. When you managed to twist yourself around to see who had latched themselves onto you, you came face to face with none other than a beaming Dustin Henderson.

“Nope, just me.”

“Dustin!” You laughed, pulling him into a hug. “How are you, man? I tried looking for you at lunch!”

“I’m great and it’s great to see you!” Dustin said, pulling away, though he looked like he was about to implode with excitement. “We have so much to talk about, like did you see the new Police Academy? When you were moving, did you see El, Will and Jonathan? Did you meet Suzie? Did you know that four more teeth have come through-”

“Whoah, slow down there, buddy.” You laughed, flicking Dustin’s hat. “I’ll be here for a whole year, no need to rush.”

“Right, sorry.” Dustin chuckled. He had grown alot since you last saw him and his curly locks were a few inches longer.

“What’s up with that shirt, bud?” You asked, surprised at his choice of a shirt that clashed with his otherwise colourful attire -it was a black and white three-quarter length sleeve with the words ‘Hellfire Club’ written under a flaming devil. Definitely not something you would picture ‘do-no-wrong’ Dustin wearing.

“Oh, this?” Dustin tugged at the shirt with an even wider grin. “I’m part of a D&D club, all members get a shirt.”

“Ah, that makes sense.” You said. “Did you-”

“Which leads me onto another topic of conversation.” Dustin cut you off. “Since you’re new here, I assume you’ll want to make friends?”

“I suppose?”

“And do you still play D&D?”

“I haven’t since last year but I can still play.” You said and raised an eyebrow at the curly-haired boy in front of you. “Why?”

“Well, my dear friend, Y/n, I think we have mutual interests,” Dustin said with his hands on his hips. “You see, we are down one member in the Hellfire club and I was wondering if you want to join? You can make someone cool friends and we get another member.”

“Um, I don’t know Dustin.” You said, chewing your lip. “I’m not the best player.”

“Not the best player?” Dustin almost choked on his words. “Y/n, when we played last year, you never lost a game! Plus your level is higher than most of the guys playing at Hellfire!”

You shrugged and readjusted the backpack straps that were digging into your shoulders. “Anyway, it’s been a while, so I’ll probably be rusty.”

“Doesn’t matter!” Dustin said, exasperated. “I can give you lessons or something. C’mon, just come and meet the guys and then you can decide.”

You rolled the offer around your mind for a few moments. It did sound like a good way to make friends (something you desperately needed) and it could be a good way to get you out of your own head and give you a distraction. Though, you weren’t sure if you wanted to hang out with an even bigger group of nerds than you already did.

“Okay, fine.” You ran your fingers through your hair. “I’ll meet the group.”

“Yes!” Dustin grabbed your elbow and began pulling you through the river of students and down the twisting hallways that were lined with shiny blue lockers and classroom doors. “We just have to convince Eddie to let you join!”

“Who’s Eddie?” You frowned as you came to a stop in front of two large doors that read ‘Drama Department’.

“The leader.” Dustin turned to face you. “Be warned, he can be a little…intense.”

“Dustin, what do you mean by that-”

Before you had a chance to question Dustin any further, he shoved open the doors and pulled you over the threshold. The dimly lit drama studio was surrounded by large black curtains that hung from rails on the ceiling, there were various props scattered over the black vinyl floor and multiple costume rails had been forgotten at the edges of the walls. In the centre of the dark room was a round table strewn with candles, board games and left-over lunch. And around that table sat five people, who were all gawping right back at you.

You glanced at Dustin for some help, but he seemed to be oblivious to how much you wanted the ground to swallow you up, and was waving at his friends with a goofy grin. You shuffled awkwardly on your feet and opened your mouth to introduce yourself to the group, but your words got caught in your throat when your gaze landed on someone familiar, who was sitting right at the head of the table.

Someone you had almost killed with your car.

“Y/n!” Your gaze was ripped away from your potential victim and landed on a raven-haired boy who was stuffing his face with a sloppily made sandwich - Mike Wheeler.

“Hi, Mike.” You stiffly waved at him, though your greeting was cut short.

“So!” The guy you almost hit, clapped his hands and sprang from his seat. “My killer has a name after all.”

“Killer? What is Eddie talking about?” Dustin hissed, snapping his head toward you.

“Long story.” You whispered back as Eddie slowly approached, looking you up and down.

“I’m assuming Dustin has tried to recruit you to the Cult of Vecna, yes?” Eddie asked, coming to a stop in front of you - too close for your liking.

“Yeah.” You said, wanting nothing more than to take a step back, but you willed yourself to stay put. Suddenly Dustin’s warning made sense about this Eddie guy being ‘intense.’ At least you knew that he was always like that and it was not because you knocked him into insanity with your car.

“And why should we recruit you, hmm?” Eddie asked, prodding your shoulder. “What level are you anyway? Level one pixie?”

“Eddie, I wouldn’t antagonize her, she’s scary when she gets mad.” Dustin warned his friend but was promptly brushed off by the club leader

At this, the rest of the group burst out into laughter as Eddie continued to stare you down. You could tell what this guy’s game was: he was trying to intimidate you and you were way too damn stubborn to let him win - a trait you had inherited from your father. ‘Two can play that game’, you thought as you stepped closer to Eddie so that you were right up in his face (and you had to admit that flicker of surprise that crossed his features was rather satisfying).

“Level fourteen Trickery Cleric. Which, I have been informed by Dustin, is higher than most of your group’s characters, am I right?” You said indignantly. “So are we gonna play or are you just gonna stand there and chit-chat?”

The room fell into an astounded silence as Eddie’s continued to stare you down. You tried your hardest to read his expression, but his poker face was too damn good - something you had to work on yourself. You could feel the other group members' gazes shift between you and Eddie as they held their breaths. Just when you thought he was going to kick you out of the room, Eddie’s lips curled into a grin and he shot out his ring-clad hand.

“Welcome to Hellfire.”

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