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newronantic · 2 years

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BYLER FICS

ayo its been a while but we got a new hyperfixation + covid is kicking my ass so lets fucking do this also this was supposed to be general stranger things fics but i have byler brainrot lol youve been warned

let’s hear it for the boys by andiwriteordie

mama said you can’t hurry love - Will and Mike throughout the years, told through the eyes of Joyce Byers

the winner takes it all - Robin and Steve start a betting pool on when Will and Mike will finally get together, and it eventually spreads to the entire party

rule of threes - Four times the members of the Party realized they were Mike and Will's third wheel, and one time Mike and Will realized it for themselves.

a very murray mistletoe - The one in which Murray finally has a chat with Will and Mike.

don’t you forget about me - The members of the party go to college, and Mike struggles with change, being away from everything he's ever known, and the fear of losing the people he loves.

and i get the joy of rediscovering you - how Mike falls in love with Will over the years.

so i showed up at your party - Mike throws Will a birthday party while their friends are home on spring break. Naturally, drunken shenanigans occur.

The Red Envelope by midnighteverlark

When Will needs to get his thoughts out of his head, he writes a letter he never intends to send. He addresses it to Mike, and tells him everything. He forgets all about the letter, and the distinctive red envelope he stowed it in, until he turns around to find it missing. Now, Will has to think of some way to stop Mike from reading that letter - or should he wait at Castle Byers on Saturday at 2:00pm and pray for a miracle?

The Unmarked Mixtape by midnighteverlark

The impossible happened: Will asked Mike to be his boyfriend. Even stranger? Mike said yes. That's how it started. A letter, an accidental confession, a Saturday afternoon. And that? That was the easy part. Now, what they do - what they are - is secret. Because if anyone finds out... they don't even want to imagine. But they try not to focus on that. They're busy, after all, trying to navigate this new relationship. Kisses, dates, prom, couples' quarrels. And in the meantime, Will has a problem on his hands; a power he needs to learn to control, before it blows up in his face. It's a crazy end to their school year - but there's more going on behind the scenes than they realize.

It’s just polyester. by mayfixlds, okwillthewise

Will gets a boyfriend and Mike gets jealous.

You gave me your sweater. by mayfixlds, okwillthewise

Two boys navigating their way through life and love.

Come to California, Be A Freak by crow_of_crimes

Mike and Max run away to California together in hopes of finally confessing their feelings to Will and El.

The 5 People Will Byers Came Out To by soidade

Five separate scenes of Will coming out for the first time.

Another Love by Youngcreature28

Volume 2 fix-it fic including the one-bed trope, Will getting Vecna’d and a rain fight & kiss.

Argyle’d by whyamistillwritingpages

You’ve heard of Byler getting Murray’d, now get ready for an extremely high Argyle who doesn’t realize the two aren’t already together to do the exact same.

darling, you got to let me know (should i stay or should i go?) by andiwriteordie

Mike gets Vecna’d

oh can’t you see you belong with me? by andiwriteordie

Mike gets Vecna’d (again)

sleepless nights, losing ground, i’m reaching for you by andiwriteordie

Ok ok but this time Mike and Will BOTH get Vecna’d

the first. by andiwriteordie

A series of "firsts" in Mike and Will's friendship, over the years.

Mike Wheeler and the Laws of Motion by queer_we_are

Will comes out as gay, and this is a surprise to no one except for Mike. Mike deals with his myriad of thoughts and feelings about this shocking revelation mainly through math metaphors, because of course he does.

Two Idiots Take Way Too Long to Get Together: A Story in Letters by queer_we_are

A week after their wedding, Will and Mike Wheeler-Byers are opening their wedding gifts. They open one present that has them taking a trip down memory lane...

i think we’re alone now by friendstolovers

In which Will has a love bite, the Party freaks out about it, and Mike is jealous of himself.

break their bounds by scorchstorm

Several snapshots of mike and will’s relationship, through the good and the bad.

can’t hold out forever by scorchstorm

Five times that others noticed how mike felt + the one time that will did.

help me hold onto you by scorchstorm

mike falls apart one drunken night. will helps piece him back together.

I Never Find Out ‘Til I’m Head Over Heels by orphan_account

Wherein Mike believes he’s being obvious, Will doesn’t know what he believes, and the pair of them could use a lesson or two in effective communication. Somehow all of this has both nothing and everything to do with five years' worth of school dances.

Love, Mike by Youngcreature28

Or the one where Mike is a jealous, clingy, horny little shit the whole time, has to watch as Will is taken by Vecna, twice, and comes to realise that he may have been in love with his best friend the whole time. It sure would explain a few things.

i ain’t gotta tell him, i think he knows by nxncywheelcr

The “Get Mike and Will Together Mission.” The Quintessential Quartet (another Dustin nickname) had finally decided enough was enough, and planned to get them the fuck together.

Will’s not so Secret Admirer by lgheartofglass

In which Will keeps getting flirty notes from a secret admirer...

Will’s not so Secret Boyfriend by lgheartofglass

Mike and Will decide to keep their relationship a secret... But it doesn't go as planned.

a game of truths by RomeoWrites

“Tell me something that you’ve never told me before.”

a three-step plan to make will byers fall in love by RomeoWrites

The party concocts a three-step plan to get Will Byers to fall in love assuming, of course, that he hasn’t already.

The Screw Ups - Byler by zombiewheeler

We follow mike wheeler and will byers through friendship, love and hurt.

Jealousy (turning saints into the sea) by wasabi8000

The one where Mike finally gets jealous.

Pair of Abnormalities by AwkwardDinosaur

After having combatted Vecna and the Upside Down, Mike Wheeler assumed that his emotional turmoil would finally be put to rest. However, with Will wanting to be more open about their relationship with their friends, where does that leave Mike? Is his fear of telling others rooted in a closeted mindset, or does it come from something far deeper than that?

i’m tearing you asunder by smoosnoom (moonsooms)

The world ends, and then some. Mike and Will find each other again, amidst the debris and distance.

Camaraderie and Catharsis by Dragonboy7

After a year of his friends constantly asking Will about his secret “girlfriend,” Will decides to finally say something. He’ll gladly tell everyone - if they agree to help him set up a surprise for their one year anniversary. What Will does not mention, however, is that this mysterious “girlfriend” is not exactly a girl. Oh, and he’s in the Party.

Prompts by teej_318

A bunch of short one-shots that i’m too lazy to link individually

the worst thing about being honest by quietforasecond

Mike keeps falling asleep, Will can’t stop hacking up flowers, and everyone is suddenly great at giving advice.

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schrijverr · 1 year

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Page 230-231

[Page 230 has an image of Dustin and Suzie with text next to it. The two are standing hand in hand in a modern house. Suzie is wearing functional yet professional clothes, some tools hanging from her belt, while Dustin is a sweater vest and khaki pants, gray at his temples. The years has made the two of them softer, putting fat on their bones and laugh lines on their faces.]

Dr. Dustin & Dr. Suzie Henderson

Jonathan Byers, 2017

Dustin is a professor at Stanford, if you are in the field of engineering you’ll probably have read his work. Suzie is an engineer at NASA, having climbed through the ranks like crazy since she has been hired. They’re advocates for gender equality in their field and give talks at middle schools to encourage kids of any gender to go into the sciences. The two have adopted a little boy and a girl and spend a lot of time with the kids to see the wonders of the world.

[On page 231 is a photograph of Erica with text next to it. She is in front of the Capitol building, smiling into the camera with a sharp grin that has a ruthless edge to it. Her curly hair is up in a bun and she is in a power suit, the little American flag pinned to the lapel. Age has seemingly not yet hit her, she looks powerful and on top of the world. In her prime as an adult.]

Senator Erica Sinclair

Jonathan Byers, 2017

Erica has been in the Senate for many years now representing the state of Indiana. She has been a revolutionary, pushing for better anti-discrimination laws and better welfare for US citizens. She has been instrumental in legalizing same-sex marriage. As a senator she is incredibly busy, however, she never misses a chance to eat ice cream with Steve, be an annoying younger sister to Lucas, join one of Eddie’s one shots. She has worked together with Max for the non-profits the two are involved in and is the best god-mother to the children of Dustin and Suzie. We are all so proud of her and her achievements, you truly cannot spell America without Erica.

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#rr writing #a collection of queer photography by jonathan byers #dustin x suzie #dustin henderson #erica sinclair #scoops troop #jonathan byers #stranger things #st post season 4

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fabiiey · 1 year

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I Can't Go On Without You

Summary: Max calls up Mike at three am, without any questions asked, Mike goes to her.

Tags: Max Mayfield & Mike Wheeler, Minor Character Death

Its on Ao3 too

“Mike?”

“Max? It’s three in the morning?”

“I know – its… its my mom. Can you come to the hospital please?”

“I’ll be there.”

He doesn’t care to be silent, shoving his shoes on and grabbing a sweater. He doesn’t think of Holly still awake or the fact that his mom had for sure heard him slamming things around as he swipes his keys off the kitchen counter. His walkie is in one hand, the open channel silent as he starts up the car and peels out his driveway loudly, waking up the sleeping neighborhood.

He looked at the time, the numbers 3:12 flashing at him. He easily drives down the empty streets, definitely breaking a few speeding laws as he approaches Hawkins General. He sees Max sitting outside, smoke curling around her in wispy clouds. He gets out, barely remembering to lock his car as he jogs towards her. She looks horrible. Her face is splotchy, bright red against her pale skin and her freckles seemed almost non-existent. She drops the cigarette, putting it out under her shoe before stepping forward and crashing into Mike’s chest.

He instinctively wraps his arms around her, one hand around her waist and the other pressing her head to his neck. He doesn’t know what’s wrong, he doesn't know why she’s at the hospital at three in the morning, but he’s here, holding her tightly as if he could put back all her broken pieces back together. She smells of smoke and cheap rose perfume and her hair feels tangled, the strands being held up by a dingy hair tie. She’s still in her Ralph’s Records uniform: A black bowling shirt with the store name embroidered on the right side of the shirt and her blue ripped jeans.

She pulls away first, her breath still ragged and quick. Her face is still red, and her eyes are bloodshot as she leads him inside, walking past the nurses mulling around the nursing station. He catches their worried looks as Max tightens her grip on his hand, tugging him into the elevator. She stands across from him, arms crossed and her face dejected. Its different from that night in ’85, when they had been standing outside Billy’s hospital room waiting for the doctors to confirm if he was alive or not.

He wasn’t, the Mindflayer destroyed his chest cavity, taking his lungs, heart, and any organs that had gotten in the way.

That was the last time Mike had seen Neil Hargrove, tear marks streaking down his face and Max had muttered something about Neil only crying because he hoped it was him that ended his son, not some measly mall fire. Still, Mike only felt the surface level of empathy for the horrible man with a rotten son.

Almost three years later, Mike feels like he’s still stuck in that moment, the only difference was that the Party wasn’t here. The Byers were still in California, far away from Hawkins as they can get without leaving the country. Dustin wasn’t even in Hawkins either, he was in Utah, spending his winter break with Suzie and Lucas was in Chicago with his parents, looking at some of the schools that had scouted him for the various sports he played.

“My mom got hit.” Max finally says, “A drunk driver drove her into a tree. The driver died on the way to the hospital and my mom, they said she won’t make it.” He pulls her close, hands almost shaking as the elevator finally opens. She pulls away, her shoulders squaring, and she steps out into the flurry of doctors running the floor. She waits and Mike waits with her, waits for the inevitable news that Susan Mayfield died on a cold December night in 1987 because someone decided to drive drunk.

Mike goes in at six thirty to make a promise, hoping to ease Susan Mayfield’s mind.

For the first time in years, Mike prays to a god he’s not sure exist and prays for an easy passing.

Max goes in at six-forty-seven to say goodbye and at seven am on December 19th, 1987, Susan Mayfield succumbs to her injuries.

At seven am, on that snowing morning, Max Mayfield is the last of her family.

At seven am, on that cloudy, cold morning, Max Mayfield becomes an orphan at the age of seventeen.

They leave the hospital almost at midday, Max has to fill out paperwork and she wants to sleep forever once they’re done.

Mike takes them home, sits in the car for a complete thirty minutes with her, takeout slowly cooling at her feet before she sighs heavily and grabs the bags. She heads to his room, whispering a ‘good afternoon’ to Mrs. Wheeler before disappearing up the stairs. Mike realizes suddenly how exhausted he is as his mom meets him in the hall, a worried look on her face. Her hair is brown again, just how it had been before everything went to shit, before his best friend went missing and they were fighting interdimensional monsters every week for the next four years.

He seeks her comfort just like he did when they pulled Will’s fake body out of the water and when the Byers left Hawkins, taking two pieces of him with them.

( He doesn’t mention the day him and El broke up over the phone four months after she moved away and he cried into her lap at fifteen years old)

“Susan is dead.” He whispers, “Can she stay here?”

And Karen Wheeler is a mother, she raised three good, smart kids. She feed the three boys that never left Mike’s side. She let them have free reign of the basement and let them stay as long as their parents let them. With a gentle nod of her head and a kiss to the side of his head along with a whispered promise that she’s always welcomed, does she let him go.

Mike finds Max in one of his shirts. It’s the Hellfire one, he had gotten an extra, paying Eddie an additional twenty dollars he won in a bet with Nancy for it. It was big, hanging off one of her shoulders exposing her collarbone. She was eating her fries, eyes distant as Mike entered his room quietly, the door clicking shut behind him. She doesn’t look at him as he takes his own food and eats it in silence next to her.

When they’re done, Mike closes the curtains as Max gets comfortable on the bed, claiming the side by the wall. The room is engulfed in darkness as Mike crosses his room, blindly gathering their trash and going to throw it away. He comes back a few minutes later, a cup of water in hand. He places it on his bedstand as he slips under the covers with Max. She easily fits herself into his side, her cold hands (they’re always cold and it makes him want to hold her closer, to warm her hands up in between his own) fisting his shirt.

It’s easy, familiar in a way they can’t explain. They’re two parts of a song, completing each other in a way no one but maybe Steve and Robin can relate to. He slides an arm around her waist, pulling her close and tugging the blankets over them. Her chest rattles against his side and its easy to press his lips to the top of her head.

When they wake up, he’ll sit her in between his legs and wrangle her hair out of her knotted ponytail and make her hair pretty with simple plaits he begged Nancy to teach him.

When they wake up, he’ll hold her as she cries.

When they wake up, he’ll promise to never leave her, that wherever she goes, he’ll follow and she’ll give him a watery laugh and ask if he’s planning to replace Lucas, because after everything, the two are still together.

But for now, the two sleep, embraced in the warmth they share. Mike’s humming lulls her to sleep as his hand gently rubs circles over the shirt she had made fun of him for wearing.

For now, on this wretched winter day, Max sleeps knowing that when she wakes up, Mike Wheeler will be there, holding her together as her world continues to shift and change.

#mike wheeler #max mayfield #they deserved so much #MIKE LOVES HIS FRIENDS #Mike and Max are each others Steve and Robin #Max truly loves Mike #Its angsty and sweet #stranger things #post season three #not exactly canon compliant #the other one sort of it

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stoprobbersfic · 3 years

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43 and/or 47 for jancy (for the kiss prompts)

for the record, i don’t think i can top this little ditty for the “run, jump, knock the wind out of someone with a hug and kissing” prompt, so i offer it up again: telephone line

43. A kiss pressed to the top of the head. (jonathan byers/nancy wheeler)

It’s the little pleasures he didn’t anticipate, at all, when thought about what it would be like to have a girlfriend.

Holding hands, sure, and the ridge of her scar against his palm, but not what it would feel like to be tugged in a direction, down a hall, across a street, down a driveway, up a set of stairs. That jerk in his shoulder socket, another being exerting force on his orbit.

Or notes; he’d thought about love letters, sweated cold bullets at the pressure to write ones worth hanging onto, but he hadn’t thought about notes from desk to desk during a boring physics problem set, or inside jokes and tempting invitations slipped between the grates of his locker between bells.

Dates, oh god dates, he’d stayed up night after night imagining how he could ever afford to take her out to a nice dinner, somewhere with a white table cloth where they’d have to look nice and order something with a name in a foreign language. He hadn’t realize free tickets from his last job at the Hawk would be more than enough, or that sometimes the best thing they could do was drive out to a field, park, climb onto the hood of his car and law back against the windshield, searching for constellations and talking for hours about everything and nothing.

Or “talking” for hours about everything and nothing. The kind of conversations you have with lips but, perhaps, not quite with words.

Or that, for all Mr. Wheeler’s steady, carefully judgmental gaze made him slightly itchy under the collar, the Wheelers’ family room and basement sofas were quite comfortable places to relax after a family dinner, Nancy tucked into his side as they watch Wheel of Fortune, listening to her father try to guess the answers.

Wrong, mostly.

That for as much as he likes trailing kisses down her neck, her chest, her stomach and more, or the way she shivers when his fingers slide under her sweater in the quiet dark of their bedrooms, the nicest part is the way her hair tickles his chin when she’s got her head in the crook of his shoulder, or the way her fingers drum lightly on his stomach, following a rhythm he cannot hear, as she tries to puzzle out the answer for herself.

That it would make him feel warm in the pit of his stomach to listen to the two of them throw out wrong answer after wrong answer in an attempt to be right first, that that would be what makes him feel most at home.

She guesses wrong again, huffing in annoyance when the contestant moves to solve, and he presses a kiss to the top of her head.

The way her lips curl into a smile against the underside of his jaw, despite herself. That too.

#jancy #fic prompt #jancy fic #jonthan byers #nancy wheeler #kissing prompts #man doing drabbles again is really liberating #thelawrencewelkshow

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meikodenji · 3 years

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CODA

Part 1, 2, 3, 4:

Outcast

"Hey Joey!" The boy's dad knocked on his bedroom door. Joey lowered the volume of his speaker that played a song by Guns N' Roses as he continued with the workout. "Yeah, Dad?" "Your cousins are here. I have to go with your tíos." His son opened the door. "Let me guess, the ol' Buffet Night." Joe raised an eyebrow.

"Sure is, cous." His blued eyed cousin, raising his hand with a take out order. "Got your favorite." "Thanks, Carl." He turned to his dad. "Okay, I'll see you later, bud." With that, his dad went out the door to join his siblings and in-laws. ...

"Oh, come on!" Joey exclaimed as Benny won the gambling they were doing. LJ laughed as she and her brother split the money. Mickey and Carl ate, watching in amusement.

The cousins, who saw themselves as siblings, had a great time until it was time to hit the hay.

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The lunch server slipped the balanced tray over to the hazel eyed teen. He and Miguel tried to find a place to sit, their eyes catching Kyler and his group at the vending machine. They walked around and almost every table was full. They saw two boys their age sitting at a pretty empty table. Joseph kindly greeted, "Is it cool if we sit here?"

One of the boys who was in a yellow plaid shirt, sarcastically replied, "Sorry, table's really blowing up right now." The other boy in a green sweater smiled at his friend's words. "I can put you on the waitlist, but it's probably next semester at the earliest." The standing boys nodded their heads, "Uh, okay." But they were stopped by him. "No, I'm kidding. Sit."

They sat. "Miguel." "Joseph." "Demetri. This is Eli." Miguel nodded at him as Joey said hey, Eli kept quiet but gave a nod. "He's a man of few words." Joey noted that and ate his lunch as he thought to himself. He got little sleep from all the ruckus his father made when he was dragged into the apartment by his older brother and brother-in-law. It sounded like he was laughing, sobbing and singing? very out of character. The only thing Joey knew is that Dad had a long day yesterday. Demetri stopped his train of thought, seeing a group of rich looking girls pass by. "Dude, don't torture yourself. Those are the rich girls." He darted at Miguel.

Miguel questioned, "Do you talk to them or..." "Oh, yeah! All the time." The boy jokingly said. "We hang out after school, make out, give each other hand jobs." Joey snorted at the joke. "Eli here is the homecoming king. Gets laid more than anyone. Isn't that right, Eli?" Eli smiled turning to his new friends.

"Talk to them? You realize what table you're sitting at, right?" Dem explained, "You've pretty much signed away all hopes of losing your virginity before college." Joe shrugged his shoulders, "What's the deal? My dad didn't lose his until his late 20s. We've got time." The boys nodded. Eli's voice stopped their nodding, "Oh shit, Yasmine's looking at us." They turned to see a blonde looking right at them. "Probably just making fun of me."

Joey patted him on the shoulder, "Don't let it get to you, man. Give 'em a few years and they'll wise up." Miguel agreed, "Yeah, I don't think she's making fun of you. I mean, just because they're hot doesn't mean they're mean." Demetri shook his head at that, clearly Miguel has no clue what those rich kids really are.

Yasmine talked to her friends, "Oh my God, you guys, you see that guy over there who looks like he went down on a lawnmower?" The group kept eye contact with that group of girls, Joey giving a killing side eye look at her. "He's literally wearing the ugliest sweater I've ever seen." They laugh, one of them commenting it as wrong. "Speaking of wrong, check out Fug-lisha." A girl in a red plaid vest sat at the tale close to the one with the new friends. Aisha smiled at one of them.

Demetri looked at her in awe. "I don't care if Yasmine is the meanest girl in school. I'd kill the three of you just to get her to spit in my face." Joe chuckled. "If you don't make a move, you'll never have a shot." Miguel said. "True, but I'll also never suffer a humiliating rejection." Dem pointed out. "I'm at peace with my depression. Last thing I need to be is suicidal."

Miguel stood, confusing the three. "What are you doing?" "He's striking first." Joe answered. "Oh, shit." The boy winced. "Hope we don't get hit with the shrapnel." "Eh, he'll learn."

Diaz walked to the table with peaking confidence. One of the girls noticed him and smiled. Then the moment was cut short when the group of Kyler came to their table. It seemed like the girl was seeing the douche, he laughed at him. "See you later, Rhea." Brucks laughed as he went back to his friends. Sitting down and taking a sip from his chocolate milk, Demetri questioned the obvious, "So, how'd it go?" Joe gave a sympathetic pat on Miguel. "You'll get her next time, Migg."

The lunch block went on and the bell rang.

"Hey, Eli?" The boy hummed. "Do you know where Chem Honors is?" "I, uh, Dem and I have it next. We can walk?" "Yeah."

About 45 minutes into the class, the three were talking about their favorite things. Turns out, they had a lot in common along with Miguel. Their commotion stopped when the teacher's voice called, "Joseph Byers!" They looked up at her. "Joseph Byers to the office." He put his stuff away, "Can you tell Miguel when you see him?"

"Yeah, for sure." "Thanks. Fue un placer conocerte. See you." He left both in confusion and

Joseph walked into the office to see his aunt and Carl. "What's going on?" "Sweetie, it's an emergency. We have to go, okay?" They quickly made their way out of the school and into his aunt's car. Joe, in the backseat, spoke, "Carl? What happened? Are my yayas all right? Pa?"

"Your daddy was in a terrible hangover that your uncle had to take him to the hospital." His aunt explained, letting her son take it.

"They have no idea how much your dad drank last night or that he even drank." Lucien continued. "The doctors said he was hallucinating, almost like a lucid dream? But he really, really wants to see you."

Joseph's mind raced. What the hell is happening?

Boom! Crossovers galore :)

#cobra kai #coda #miguel diaz #johnny lawrence #oml #binary boyfriends #crossover #first day #more characters #west valley high #fanfic #tw: swearing #:)#new friends #yay #comforting oc #oc x canon #🙊🙊

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wellntruly · 5 years

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STRANGER THINGS Recap: 2x02

It’s All Hallow’s Eve in Hawkins --- time 2 get SPOOKY

“Ghost.”

Stranger Things 2, Chapter Two: ‘Trick or Treat, Freak’

And now it’s time to return to the final moments of last season (love thaaaat, always do this in the second episode!), and catch up with whatever adventures of Eleven’s resulting in her hiding out with Hopper in his cabin eating microwaved turkey and peas.

It seems that after her really visually explosive vanquish job on the Demogorgon, El woke up in the Upside Down school, as adrift as the flakes on the cyan air. It takes our tube socked warrior a few moments to realize that she’s been vanish’ed in the manner of young Will, because amazing to realize but I don’t think she’s actually been here before, in this world where your voice echoes in such a (wonderfully) disconcerting way. Like sound itself is breaking down in this air, aah! Leave my heart here much longer and it’s GONNA BREAK TOO, watching El stumble through the halls calling for Miiiike Miike with ever more painful urgency, oh noo.

But if we know anything about El, it’s that she’s a fighter, with a real flair for visuals. Forthwith, she has lit-er-ally clawed her way back into our world, THROUGH a painting of a claw. Fucking superb, my funky little telekinetic.

However, before she can reach the warm safety of Mike’s basement & love, she is waylaid by a positive armada of law enforcement vehicles encamped around the Wheeler house, the officials already inside, pressing on the family a story of a very dangerous little girl. Which is how this very dangerous little girl ends up shivering alone in the forest, wrapping Hopper’s flannel tighter around her shoulders. Ahh. Feel the tug of those heavily woven threads, sweetheart, they’ll lead you through the narrative woods!

Today, Hopper may not understand everything, or frankly much at all, about this weird laconic child he is hiding from anyone still bent on taking her away, but he does still know what she likes, and that is breakfast sweets. So: French toast. So: rules about how she is not to risk being seen, ever, even under a ghost costume for trick-or-treating, even if her startling him in it by just being stood there when he turns around is so fucking funny that she definitely deserves a reward.

Because it sure is HALLOWEEN, BABEY. Jonathan Byers—sorry Hop but our reigning patron saint of making breakfast—is fixing up some eggs and toast in a cozy goldenrod sweater, while Joyce bustles around putting the finishing touches on Will’s freakin’ adorable Ghostbusters costume. CHARMING AF POLAROID MONTAGE NATURALLY ENSUES. Oh my god, Finn Wolfhard’s pitch-perfect petulant embarrassed “No” to his mom gleefully going “Okay, say ‘who you gonna call?’!”....this kid’s comedic skills remain on point.

But while their costumes too are undeniably on point, even with some squabbling between Lucas and Mike over representation, there’s just one problem: no one else dressed up this year. Why can’t my boys just catch a damn break!

Meanwhile, it appears Joyce did call Hopper first when things seemed to be getting worse, oh bless this show’s ethos of taking offers of help. 💛 They conference at the kitchen table about this new drawing of Will’s, depicting the long-limbed monster he saw hulking on the horizon, though he’s been claiming to his mom that it’s just a character design. “Why would he lie to me?” Joyce pleads of Hopper. “He’s a kid, Joyce,” Hopper just replies sympathetically. Honestly so far this season Hopper is proving himself to be A Pretty Great Dad. He’s very firm, but realistic. He’s teaching his daughter about compromising. He protec. And he’s being a good platonic partner to Joyce in all this, too. He dissuades her from dragging Will off to more appointments with a very Hop dismissal that most docs are quacks, but again he affirms that he thinks this Owens one is right about trauma, about them all being on edge right now at the one year anniversary. It’s hard, but they’ll get through it together, he assures her, just like they got through high school together, chased by teachers for smoking under the stairs. Oh man I can just see it, you cute delinquents. Anyway, did u date? Are u gonna date....again?? Pls for me???

Speaking of Dr. Owens, he and the boys at the lab are replacing equipment fried in the Upside Down storm, I believe, which continues to be very interesting. It also appears that Joyce is not alone in being concerned over poor Will, as Owens is literally squeezing a stress ball re-watching the footage of his last appointment. I gotta say, it really seems like Owens is worried on behalf of Will... I wonder how much he might be stuck in a situation where he’s been instructed not to tell the Byers how much he really knows.

Circumstances Nancy is all too familiar with herself, suffering through a great deal of stress of her own over how no one seems to remember or care what happened to her best friend last year. Distressing! Nancy, a straight-A student used to adults letting her break rules, wants to flout the very serious warnings from the Vague Yet Menacing Government Agency, and tell Barb’s parents what they know. But Steve, the boy who so worried last season that his parents might find out about his party, continues to be scared of authority figures.

“Hey,” he says gently. “It’s hard, but, let’s just go to Tina’s stupid party. Wear our stupid costumes that we’ve been working on for a stupid amount of time. And just, pretend. Like we’re stupid teenagers, okay.” Wow!!!! This is kind of a really emotionally complex ~teen plot~ going on here? Gosh I’m having a whole feeling over this couple! I was going to say “popular couple” but honestly, this whole bit of their “pretending” really seems to speak to how Steve and Nancy have ended up rather separate from their peers by what they’ve gone through. Welcome 2 Weirdos Club, my darlings: you live here now.

Other residents include: these idiots, be-Ghostbusted Dustin and Lucas, who have screwed up their courage (they ain’t afraid!) to tell Max….that they’ve decided to extend an invitation to her to go trick-or-treating with them. Aw, puppies. But Max, who has learned to protect herself with an ironic remove, just tosses a few quips back at them that mostly go over their little heads, and departs without a backwards glance for Dustin’s happily hopeful face.

We see why Max is so guarded in her next scene though, in which her older brother drives her home and in the course of one car ride manages to a) make sexist comments about the girls at the high school, b) threateningly demand Max say it’s her fault they’ve moved to Hawkins, and c) nearly runs down Lucas, Dustin, and Will on their bikes. Presumably he WOULD have swerved at the last second, but as plays it is only Max yanking at the wheel as he races toward them that keeps him from murdering three children in a horrifyingly reckless game of chicken, while he hollers about getting bonus points if he can sweep through all three. HOLY SHIT HE’S TERRIFYING?!

Yeeesss good let’s get back to the PUMPKIN PLOT, that has a ton of spooky simple charm. Eerie crop failure during the harvest, g o d it’s so old school magic, I adore it. And the plot thickens: another farmer has come to Hopper with a field of rotting gourds. Hopper, in a tired but thorough recap: “So you’re telling me that Merrill poisoned your farm, because he thinks you poisoned his, which of course, you didn’t.” The reality though is looking to be much, much stranger. Farm after farm is getting swept with this weird rot, far too many to be the work of some escalating series of U-pick sabotages. The rot itself extends off the fields into the surrounding woods even, and is oddly….slimy.

Hopper instructs his deputies to start marking how far it has spread. “That’s going to take some time, Chief,” they radio over. “Then take it,” he rumbles back, and asks the farmer if he has marking flags. Hopper, for all his front of grumbling disinterest, is actually a very dogged man. This is the form his patience takes: task patience. His patience for people is limited, but only insofar as they do or don’t intersect with his missions.

Jonathan, meanwhile, is loyal as salt to his little family---his top tier mission always. He’ll be shadowing Will tonight trick-or-treating with his friends, to keep an eye on him and be there if he needs him. All the weight of people’s attention on him is steadily bearing Will down though—he looks almost muffled under it, sad and tired. When Jonathan, on an impulse, decides he’ll just drop Will off at Mike’s and let him be a free unfettered kid tonight, Will’s face just lights up, that heavy blanket lifting right off his shoulders. How can you feel other than that you’ve done the right thing, with that much joy radiating out of his little body??

His heart warmed and his evening now free, Jonathan sighs, and betakes himself to Tina’s party. Time to live a little.

Unfortunately, Tina’s party is gonna prove DEATHLY, and not just because, eurgh, Billy is there. Though that does not help. For some reason, as soon as he sees Steve and Nancy he literally steps over a coffee table in order to make a beeline right to them, all while maintaining an unbroken stare. He is unnerving. Steve’s ex asshole friend (ex friend not ex asshole, he is still Full Asshole) starts taunting Steve that there’s a new keg stand champion in town. This implies Steve was the reigning champ, which I’m sorry is hilarious. Joe Keery?? Naww. Anyway Nancy is just immediately like “I’m out”, and we follow her over to the punch bowl, so do not actually see Steve’s response to this proclamation.

In fact, he too might have just bounced without a word, because an instant later he’s pulling a Captain Kirk reminiscent half-speed wall spin off the fridge to try to intercept his tiny girlfriend darkly chugging half of this red-black liquid wreathed in dry ice vapor. It’s a fantastic dynamic, Nancy looking fatalistic and hollow cheeked and glowering, dabbing bloody droplets from the side of her mouth in a really excellent gesture, while Steve tries to look after her with the same soft dumb worried caretaker vibe with which he oh-no’ed over her cut palm last season. This is all just very good.

Hey here’s something: slow-dancing in Joyce’s living room awaiting trick-or-treaters, Bob asks if she’d want to move out of Hawkins with him. PARDONE, Bob?? You can’t leave, all your people are here!

Such as Hopper, now deep in a foggy forest alone on Halloween night, which is, amazingly, not what at last dissuades him from what he’s doing. What is though is suddenly remembering he’d promised El he’d be home early tonight to eat candy and watch scary movies. See this is the conflict with his task responsibility, it can supersede his emotional responsibility! He wires over to her right away though to let her know he’s late, a Morse code message tapped out on channel 11—*her channel* soobbb.

El reads it, and flashes back to being a sad feral little squirrel hunter in the frozen woods, and then finding those Eggos in the dark, a lifeline made of toaster waffles. She followed it to a kind of home, where sometimes people break their promises, but do always come back. God I’m really emosh.

Meanwhile, the boys are out painting the town in nougat. Max arrives, scaring the living shit out of them, to her great delight, then sticks around to start getting slowly won over by Lucas and Dustin’s dorky charms, to their own. Will, a sweet and tender soul, is happy to see his friends happy. Mike is BETRAYED. “She’s ruining the best night of the year,” he declares to Will with just stupendous casual drama.

Before Will can quite work this out, a group of older kids try to startle “Zombie Boy”, and guess what it works. :( Stop, leave him alone! With a little gasp Will tips right off his feet and falls backward—into the Upside Down. Like most people in the Upside Down these days, he starts calling for Mike. Oh Mike, such a soft spot for the quiet, hunted ones, who love you so much in return.

And it’s again Mike who saves him, clasping his shoulders as Will cowers in nerve-icing terror behind a little brick wall, hiding from the massive shadowy beast now very clearly stalking him whenever he strays into this realm. But now he’s back in the warm-dark light of this suburban street on Halloween night, and while the fear is still there in his big lost searching eyes, he has Mike’s gangly arms around him, sheltering him from the monsters, from the questions from the others, from all of it. Hey gang I can hardly take it!!!

NOT HELPING, at Tina’s the ~stupid teenagers~ storyline is just REALLY out to sink me in the depths of the emotional currents swirling here! Forget the punch, Nancy has a whole other cocktail in her system right now, an admixture of grief and guilt and powerlessness all shaken up with the dissonance between how she’s supposed to behave and what she knows. Say Nothing, And Drink To Forgeeett. Well she sure did try, and now Natalia Dyer gets to show off her INCREDIBLE incredible incredible drunk acting.

In the bathroom, her shirt stained red, her eyes just...I don’t even know how to describe them, damned and accusing? pained and taunting? These riveting eyes just turned up at Steve, as she slurs that it’s bullshit. All of it. This situation is bullshit, this party is bullshit, this, the two of them, is bullshit. Like she’s supposed to be in love with him? Bullshit.

Steve is devastated and angry and hurting, and so he leaves, because he’s a 17 year old boy and he can’t deal with this. Frankly, no one 17 year old boy can handle being someone’s boyfriend. But if we had two 17 year old boys, that’s like one 34 year old boy, and together they might be able to make one functional human! Luckily, Nancy in fact has the only adequate amount of teenage boyfriends, which is two, so Jonathan steps up to take her home.

Mike and Will are already there, safe in the basement surrounded by a litter of candy on the carpet. It’s confession hour for our pumpkin tarts---it’s Halloween, what ghosts are haunting you? Will reveals to Mike that he’s been dropping Upside Down, like he can’t leave that place and its terrors, those claws still in him. And Mike reveals to Will that he still feels like Eleven is out there, harboring this secret tender fool’s hope, because at times he almost feels like she’s almost....right there.

Mike: “I don’t know, sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy.” Will: “Me too.” Mike: “Hey well, if we’re both going crazy, we’ll go crazy together right?”

Will smiles at him, he has tears in his eyes to match the tears in Mike’s voice, and it’s too much for me!!!!! You sweet things?? My poor traumatized little boykittens, oh my god, you support each other, cling to one another’s love and understanding, this is the episode where characters tell each other that it’s so hard, but we’ll get through it, just take my hand.

His own hands holding a plastic pumpkin offering of candy he bought at mark-up off a miniature cowboy, Hopper finally returns home tonight. But while El eventually undoes the locks on the door so he doesn’t freeze on the front porch, she herself remains icily distant. Hopper tries to talk to her through her door, explaining that he got stuck on something, lost track of time, “and I’m sorry.” When the direct approach does not work, the door remaining resolutely closed, he tries a new tactic: loudly eating candy on the couch without her. A good effort, Dad. But still no dice.

Inside her room, El knocks the TV she’s dragged in to static, wraps a blindfold around her little head, and with this makeshift low-grade sensory deprivation set-up, steps out into that inky blackness to find Mike, naturally reaching out for her as well. For one heart-stopping moment, it seems like he sees her too. Their beautiful eyes search for each other, inches yet miles apart, and then, his heart pitching down with remorse, because of course she’s not there, Mike crawls out of the blanket fort. The veil between worlds is thin on All Hallow’s Eve, but not thin enough to bring these two together. THIS TRAGEDY. El pulls the blindfold off in her room, crying. Oh noooo!

But the night is not out of drama yet—Dustin arrives home, to find that trash bin outside still rattling and like, chirruping? He pulls out one of his prop ghost-busting weapons, oh DUSTIN, and with a gulp, flings the lid off.

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stevesharrlngtons · 6 years

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hey.

steve harrington x reader

summary: he was such a staple piece in your life, that as a child and young teen, you never saw your life without him. late night promises and pinky swears were made in blanket forts that you two would be friends until the day the sun burned out in the sky. it was just a given that’d he be there, that you never worried about the two of you drifting apart or being separated. he promised he’d always be there, and you had believed him. you now corrected yourself, foolishly believed him.

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title from this song.

a/n: multi chapter time! getting ready for slow burn!steve… if you guys like this i will post the other chapters i have! this is going to be a doozie, like a double digit chapter doozie… so let me know. i’m so nervous to post this, my palms are sweating... sorry for this painfully generic best friends trope fic!

chapter ii / iii / iv / v / vi / vii / viii

chapter i

The cold metal of Jonathan Byers’ car had begun to penetrate through your jeans and attack the skin of your thighs. The two of you were sat side by side, about a mile or two away from a house party Nancy had persuaded the two of you to go to. Neither of you had partying in your blood and drinks on the mind, so you had originally decided to bag the party and go see Dune for the third time. But half way to the theater, Jonathan had pulled off the road, mumbling an excuse about needing to think and you watched quietly through the windshield as he hopped on the hood of the car and put his head in his hands. Letting him wallow dramatically for a moment, you had put your jacket on and stepped outside to sit next to him. He made no indication of speaking as you settled on the car. You pulled a pack of cigarettes from your pocket and offered one to Jonathan, who scowled and put his hand up, declining your offer. You rolled your eyes and shook the pack at him again, insisting. Begrudgingly he took a small white cigarette from the pack and after you did the same, you lit both.

“Are we going to sit out here in the cold all night or are you just going to tell me what’s up?” You asked matter-a-factly as you turned towards your friend.

“Just tired of seeing Dune, I guess.” He shrugged and took a drag, trying his best to mask the small cough that came after he did.

“You wound me, Jonathan, you really do.” You chuckled and placed the cigarette to your lips.

“What?”

“Lying to me so blatantly, not only about what’s wrong, but that Dune is a bad movie!” He chuckled.

“Just think that maybe we should go the party, s’all…” He muttered, almost like he was embarrassed.

“We totally can, and like totally get totally wasted!” You mocked in a valley girl voice, spinning a lock of your hair around your finger.

“Fuck you, forget it…” Jonathan proceeded to throw his cigarette to the ground and slide off the car and towards the driver’s side door.

“Hey, hey-“ You called after him, it was clear you had offended him.

You leaned your body over the hood of the car and stretched towards him to grab his arm. During this movement, your sweater rode up and the cold stele of the car pricked the skin of your stomach uncomfortably.

“Stop, I’m sorry, okay? I was just fucking with you. If you really want to go, you know I’ll go with you.” Your voice was calm and reassuring.

Jonathan was still looking away from you and sighed.

“No, it was stupid idea. If we want to get drunk we can go to your house and drink jack and cokes and watch old Twilight Zone episodes.”

“While that does sound appealing,” You had now wiggled yourself onto your knees and used your other hand to grab Jonathan’s other arm so he would look at you, “I think we should be cool, regular teenagers for a night, and put our grouchy, cynical selves on hold.”

“I’m not grouchy and cynical!”

“Keep telling yourself that.” You smiled and patted his shoulder affectionately.

Then it was your turn to slide off the car and return to inside the cab.

“It’s going to be lame, I don’t even know why I thought we should go.” Jonathan groused as he started the car.

“Call it a lapse in judgement.” You shrugged and pulled out your pack of cigarettes again.

“Eh eh!” Jonathan batted the back out of your hand, “I told you not in the car.”

You rolled your eyes, “See! Grouchy!”

“Shut up!” He grumbled then muttered something about how you said you were quitting…

Once at Tina’s house party, you were surprised just how much it resembled parties in the movies. You swore every kid in the junior and senior class were binge drinking and dancing together somewhere on the premise.

You and Jonathan walked through the house, just taking it all in. While on the way to the party, he had mentioned wanting to split off from you to find Nancy once you arrived, and you had no objections. Even though Nancy was currently off the market, it was hard for you not to root for Jonathan to get the girl. But now, Jonathan seemed to be sewn to your side, not even making an attempt to look for Nancy, or anyone for that matter. You suggested that you two get a drink, and even if Jonathan had objections, he didn’t say a word.

After you had had a few drinks, the party started to actually become enjoyable. Somewhere along the way, Jonathan had detached from you and disappeared into the crowd of your classmates, but you didn’t really mind. You had struck up a conversation with a girl in your English class who you had gone to school with for years. She was an easy target for you because you knew she would just blather on and on and you wouldn’t really have to make an effort to reply or pay attention. All you had to do was nod occasionally and laugh when it seemed appropriate. But one of the many topics she was spewing over struck a chord with you.

“I mean we’ve all went to school together forever, it’s like we all have a history one way or another! Like when you were best friends with Steve Harrington, you remember that?” The girl laughed and you joined in with a false smile.

“Yeah, pretty crazy to think about that.” You forced yourself to reply, and raised your cup to your lips.

It was crazy to think about. As kids, your parents had been best friends with Steve’s, so it just went hand in hand that you two would spend time together when they did. But unlike a lot of people you were forced to spend time with as a child, Steve was the only one you looked forward to seeing. You two were a duo, you rarely heard your name mentioned without his close behind. (Y/N) and Steve, Steve and (Y/N). His mother joked that she couldn’t wait for the two of you to be eighteen so you could go on and be her daughter-in-law already. It was playfully banter that your mothers would talk about, but one day Steve seemed to ask you for real.

“I would marry you, just so we could be friends forever.” He said one day when you both were nine.

“I’m pretty sure we don’t have to be married to stay friends forever, Steve.” You had laughed.

“Yeah, but it will make it easier.”

He was such a staple piece in your life, that as a child and young teen, you never saw your life without him. Late night promises and pinky swears were made in blanket forts that you two would be friends until the day the sun burned out in the sky. It was just a given that’d he be there, that you never worried about the two of you drifting apart or being separated. He promised he’d always be there, and you had believed him. You now corrected yourself, foolishly believed him.

Steve got better at basketball in the eighth grade. So good, that the girls from the ninth grade would come to the games to fawn over him. His new found confidence, growth spurt and newly straightened teeth were also factors in the copious amounts of new girls cheering for him every week. They cheered so loud that you wondered if he even heard your encouragements from the stands anymore. After he stopped returning your calls, walking with you to school and avoiding you at lunch time, you knew that your cheers meant nothing anymore. He made a weird effort to skill talk to you in the halls but you always noticed when he was being fake and uninterested. Soon his half assed effort stopped all together and you had accepted that the Steve Harrington you knew was gone, and long reign King Steve.

The summer before high school was lonely and bitter without him. You’re mother often asked why you didn’t give him a call, but you told her she wouldn’t understand. You weren’t friends anymore, simple as that. People grow apart, that’s life. You just honestly never thought that it would happen with Steve.

But one day in July, you rode your bike to town to get an ICEE from the gas station. Your house was loud, filled with the fighting of your parents and it just wasn’t worth it to get wrapped up in the middle of whatever bullshit they were arguing about now. As you were riding, you didn’t notice a sharp rock on the road. When you unknowingly road over it, the rock ended up flying up to hit your knee hard, causing you to tumble off onto the street. You tried to collect yourself as quickly as possible, a red burn gracing your cheeks. You had hoped that no one had been around to see, but the sound of a bike braking and falling next to you said otherwise.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” A voice asked in a shocked and concerned tone.

You looked up at the young boy in an embarrassed haze and tried to wave him off.

“Yeah, it’s all good.” You said unconvincingly.

Even if your faltering tone had convinced him, the red blood gushing from your knee and soaking your white sock was a sure fire indicator that everything wasn’t as you said.

“Let me help you.” He said to you, extending his hand out to you.

And for some reason, you took it.

And that’s how you met Jonathan Byers.

He had taken you to his house and had his mom help clean you up. She had been a nice woman with kind eyes, she reminded you of your own mother, but maybe more maternal than yours ever was to you.

After that you and Jonathan just started hanging out every day because there wasn’t really anyone else to hang out with. You both bounded over the fact that you were both a bit friendless at the moment, and both had parents going through messy divorces. It was nice to have someone to talk to again, and you could tell that Jonathan thought it was nice to have anyone to talk to at all.

So as summer came and went, and high school started for the both of you, it seemed to everyone else you had traded Steve in for another model. Some people might have thought it was a down grade from the king of school to a quiet Bowie kid, but you thought the opposite.

Steve never paid you any mind to you, even in classes that you shared, he’d actively not look at you or do anything he could to ignore you. It hurt you more than you let on. But you just tried to do the same, pretending everything Steve Harrington had ever done and said to you had been fiction and never even existed in the first place.

Throughout high school you befriended some people, but only causally. It was hard for you to get close to people and open up to them. So just surface level, superficially friendships worked for you. Jonathan never understood why you insisted on making so many acquaintances.

“It’s fun. I’d rather talk about Olivia Newton John with a girl I can tolerate for a class period than not talk to anyone at all. Besides, at the end of the day, I get to come bicker and talk with you about art house and Iggy Pop anyways, so who cares.”

He would always look at you baffled. Jonathan prided himself on being an outsider, so he could never wrap his head around why you sometimes tried not to be. You still were and he always knew you would choose him over any of the high school asshole any day, but sometimes you just confused him.

Like how even after years of the two of you not being friends, anytime Jonathan or anyone else would bring up Steve in conversation, you would stiffen and immediately change the subject. You often talked about your friendship with Steve like a bad cold, it was shitty but now it was over and you didn’t want to think about it anymore. He’d always noticed that after Steve had abandoned you, there were clear rigid walls built around you. Aside from Jonathan, you kept most, if not all personal and heart felt details about your life to yourself. You always said you’d hate Steve forever for fracturing your life even more than it already had been in your thirteenth year. That’s why Jonathan wondered why you looked so hurt when you had found out that Steve was dating Nancy Wheeler. You had told him it was because Nancy was your friend and Steve was an asshole who would break her heart, no doubt. But he knew that wasn’t the whole story, but he never pushed it any further. He hated that Nancy and Steve were dating too, for his own selfish reasons. But all that went out the window when Will went missing.

Jonathan deteriorated, and you did too. But you were the strong one out of the both of you, you had to be. So, when he became distant and started to spend more time with Nancy Wheeler you felt a pang of jealousy but didn’t do anything about it. It felt like she kept taking every important boy away from you… But you let Jonathan do his thing, knowing the way he pined for her. The only time you wanted to meddle in his secret affairs was when Steve had broken his camera. Jonathan made you promise not to slash his tires like you had planned.

This all led you to the day you went to Jonathan’s house to see if he would want to drive a few towns over to go see Videodrome with you. But after pounding on the door for what seemed like ages, you had been met with a gun toting Nancy Wheeler, a bloodied Steve Harrington, and a shocked Jonathan Byers.

After mass confusion and lots of yelling back and forth, you four were confronted by what they had told you was coming but you hadn’t believed. You all fought whatever the hell was there and after it disappeared things were tense and quiet between the four of you. As you all stood on the porch looking into the night, you heard Nancy sigh and run back into the house, Jonathan hot on her heels. But not you, and to your surprise, not Steve either.

“Long time no see, huh?” He cracked wise next to you.

“Yeah, hell of a reunion.” You chuckled sadly to yourself.

“This has all been…” You turned to him and see that he was stammering to find words that could even come close to describe what the two of you had stumbled upon tonight.

“Yeah. It has.” You said, knowing no word could even fit the description.

That’s when Steve looked up into your eyes for what seemed to be the first time in almost four years. His eyes seemed to soften when he looked at you, and you felt yours do the same. Even now, mangled and broken, he was still perfect. And you hated it. Because you knew tomorrow he wouldn’t be this soft eyed, joking Steve anymore. And you wouldn’t be this version of yourself with your guard down.

“Well,” you said, tearing your gaze away from his, “I’m gonna get going. Tell Jonathan to call me later, I guess. I need some time to digest what the fuck just happened.”

You shrugged and turned away from Steve, making a conscious effort to not have your shoulder hit his as you walked towards your car.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Steve called after you when you were a few paces away.

You turned around against your better judgement.

“I could, you know, drive you home? If you want me too…” Steve spoke, stumbling over his words.

It was kind of cute, it made your mind regress to the time when you would have happily obliged. But things were different now. You didn’t hate Steve like you wished you did, but you also weren’t chomping at the bit to be close to him again. So even though the two of you had just shared a life altering experience, you knew you didn’t want to accept the ride.

“Thanks, but I’ll just drive. You gotta stay here with Nance and stuff anyway.” You said back to him.

“Y’know, just in case they go off and try to fight the Loch Ness Monster, one of us should be here to protect them.” You added with a chuckle, after you had feared that your initial response sounded like you were jealous of him and Nancy.

“Yeah,” Steve stifled a smile, “You’re right, who knows what they could get into next.”

You offered him one last small smile before getting into your car and driving away.

Of all the things that haunted you from that night, the disappointed, hurt look on Steve’s face after you rejected the ride home always resonated first in your mind.

After that night, you and Steve became somewhat friendly again, but for the most part, nothing changed except now you both held a secret the government would kill you if you ever told.

You and Jonathan went back to disassociating and Nancy and Steve went back to, well, whatever Nancy and Steve did. You didn’t really care. It wasn’t your business anyways. But one night while you and Jonathan were drunkenly heckling Marsha Brady on the television, Jonathan got solemn and quiet.

“Why doesn’t she love me, (Y/N/N)?”

This had taken you aback, especially in your drunken stupor, but you knew exactly what and who he meant.

“Because she’s a fucking idiot.”

“Yeah, no, I don’t know…” He babbled softly.

“He’s a fucking idiot too, y’know.”

“What?” You asked, this time in the dark about what he meant.

“Steve. He should love you back, too.”

You hadn’t been sure if Jonathan had meant what he said, or even remembered, but he had went back to laughing at the TV, while you had sat in a stunned silence.

Neither of you had mentioned that night again.

You had escaped from the chatty girl in the kitchen of Tina’s house, telling her you were going to go find Jonathan, but really you just wanted to get away from her. You didn’t like to think about your past with Steve, and you feared she’d bring it up again. So now you sat on the front porch of the house party, chin resting on your knees and burning cigarette in your fingers. The sound of muffled music billowed out from the house. You could still clearly hear the lyrics of the song being played but that was about it. A few party guests were out front with you, but they were either too drunk or preoccupied to notice or bother you. Your buzz was starting to wear off and you debated just walking home and leaving a note on Jonathan’s car telling him where you went and not to worry. But as you weighed your options, the music grew louder and more clear, and a person brushed passed you. You were about to scold them for running into you, but you recognized the back of Steve’s head almost instantaneously. He rushed around you and towards the hordes of parked cars with conviction. Who the hell was king Steve to leave a party before midnight?

You were going to let him be, but since the two of you were done pretending that the other didn’t exist, you thought you’d at least try to deduce what was wrong with him, if anything even was.

“Harrington.” You called out after Steve, but he kept walking.

“Hey, Steve!” You called again, now getting up and hustling towards him.

This time he turned around and you almost walked into him.

“What?” He asked sharply, but became visibly calmer when he saw it was you.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“What’s up? Not even midnight yet and you’re skipping out?” You asked, taking a drag from your cigarette.

“I… wait, you smoke?” He said, like he was caught off guard.

You shrugged, “On special occasions.”

“And this is one of them?”

“Guess so.”

“I’m just tired, that’s all.” He lied.

“Try again, Harrington.” You said to him after his lie had failed to convince you.

“Just don’t worry about it, okay? I’m fine.”

“Okay, well, y’know, if you wanna talk about it, I’ll listen…” You trailed off awkwardly. You meant it, but it felt weird consoling someone who was basically a stranger to you now. He was very clearly not okay, but you weren’t going to stand here and force him to talk to you. If he wanted to go, you’d let him go.

“Thanks.” Steve said, it looked like he was searching your face to look for a lie, but came up short. You were genuinely there for him, just like always.

You nodded, and turned to walk back towards the house, the feeling of Steve’s stare burning into your back.

“(Y/N)?” You looked over your shoulder.

“Get in the car.”

You didn’t know if it was because you had already wanted to leave or if it was because of the look on Steve’s face when he said he was okay. But it didn’t matter, you got in the car.

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creativeashproductions · 6 years

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Uniform Romance // Steve Harrington

Summary: Young and in love Reader and Steve make an impulsive decision that has lasting problems. Years after separating they come face to face with a challenge between them and lost feelings. But what happens when they meet agains years later during a time of crisis?

Characters: Reader x Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Dustin Henderson (mentioned), Nancy Wheeler (mentioned), Chief Jim Hopper (mentioned)

Words: 1158

Disclaimer: I do not own Stranger Things or the characters involved. Nor do I own any images or gifs that may appear.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, young romance, heartbreak

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Part one of three short blurbs. Based loosely on a Hallmark movie I watched a few days ago.

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Hawkins, Indiana hosted an annual town dance to commemorate the law enforcement and the youth that joined the army. You were the daughter of the recently retired Chief of a neighbouring town whom moved his family to a different area. You’re father ran the local weapons shop along with helping train new officers for Chief Hopper.

You met Steve Harrington when he came to the station for a training session. These sessions were taught by your father for the Hawkins youth to get a taste of law enforcement if they wanted a job. You were dropping the car off from the shop when you bumped into a sweaty Steve.

“Shit! Sorry.” The male voice mumbled steadying you before you could fall on your ass.

“I’m so sorry.” You muttered dusting off the dirt from the sleeve of the green shirt with the emblem of the Chief’s station.

“Can I help you with anything?” Steve asked glancing over at the grouping of young men, with a few female around, all dressed alike during the short break.  “I can’t think of anything but you’re welcome to get my number.” You bit your lip looking up at the young male. A grin broke over his face before he watched you pull out of a pen and gestured for his arm, “I hope you call.”

“Oh I plan on it.” Steve muttered as you tossed a pair of keys to his trainer and walked off.

“Harrington! Fall in!” Trainer Y/L/N yelled as the rest of the group uniformly came together.

Ever since that summer you had snuck around Hawkins with the older boy whom was carefully choosing his future. You were working at the diner along with moving lawns to earn money for college when the dance came around. You had plans with Steve and you were so excited for them.

“Did you know I love this pair of shorts on you.” Steve smirked gazing down at you while leaning his arms next to your head on the house siding.

“I think once or twice.” You bit your lip holding in a moan when his lips left markings on your neck.

“Well I’ll have to sh-“

“Y/N?” Your Dad’s voice cut in Steve’s sentence. Steve grumbled under his breathe stumbling when you pushed him away and gracefully covered the light hickey with your sweater.

“Yeah?” You questioned coming around to the front yard.

“Have you seen Steve Harrington?” Dad huffed glancing around the street, “He was supposed to be helping me build the shed.”

“He’s in the back already starting. Said something about wanting to get started early, has to babysit Dustin Henderson.” You smoothly lied just a few seconds before the sound of a hammer echoed in the afternoon.  “Thank you sweetheart.” Dad smiled pressing a lingering kiss on your temple before taking off to the backyard.

You watched guilt when he disappeared around the house door leaving you to wallow in the decision you made. You patted the back of your shorts feeling the small circular object.

“I hope you forgive me.” You mumbled sighing.

The dance was a success again with the help of the social media that was slowly becoming popular in Hawkins. It was a small town with only a few families able to afford decent computers and phones. No one had the money to own a smartphone.

You dipped your hand into the pocket of your sundress catching sight of Jonathan Byers at a table watching Nancy Wheeler. You heard they broke up over some godawful reason and were too stubborn to talk to each other.  “Hey Byers.” You called out watching the other boy straighten up. You noticed the grease stain on his cheek. He had started working at the local bodyshop to help support his family instead of college.

“Yeah?”

“Can you do me a favour?” You questioned stepping closer to him.

“Sure.” Jonathan nodded confused as to the paper you placed in his hand, “What is this?”  “Give it to my Dad in thirty minutes.” You softly asked knowing Steve was already waiting out front.

“Why?”  “Just do it please.” You begged before taking off once he nodded in response. You watched your Dad laugh with Mrs. Jenkins over some stupid joke.

You raced to the front where Steve was resting against his retro car he deemed irreplaceable after helping his grandpa fix it. Steve was an old soul capable financially to afford a smartphone and state of the art computer but he chose not to. He preferred connecting face to face.

“Ready?” He grinned.

“Hell yeah.” You gulped climbing into the car wiping your hands on your dress material. Resting in the back were two average sized suitcases holding the necessities for your life.

Everything was a blur standing in front of Steve half listening to the preacher talking before your witness nudged you. Standing cautiously was Dustin Henderson along with an adult legally able to witness the marriage. Rings were exchanged before the preacher announced your husband and wife.  “You may kiss the bride.” Preacher Thomas spoke smiling as you were dipped backwards by your husband.

You raced outside grinning at each other knowing you had each other’s backs for the rest of your lives. You loved Steve with everything in your being even if you had to give up your family. Life didn’t like that decision because a truck screeched to a halt in front of you.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N!” Your father roared slamming his door shut, “You better not have-“

“It’s too late.” You spoke squeezing Steve’s hand in your own as your father seethed.  “You’re eighteen Y/N. This is childish and irresponsible.” Dad glared at your conjoined hands, “You don’t know what marriage is.”

“It’s about support, love and trust Daddy.” You whimpered almost seeing his hair turn grey slowly.

“It’s not too late. We can get it annulled unless he took you at the front of the chapel.” Dad sarcastically spoke.

“I love him.”

“Sir, I promise to care for her.”

“If you cared. You’d let her go.” Dad calmly spoke, “You know what’s best right now Steve. You’re a good guy but you’re both too young.”

Steve stared silently as you grabbed your suitcase from his car hesitating to meet his disappointed eyes. You looked at the ground as your father closed the passenger door on his truck with you in it.

“I’ll start the paperwork tomorrow.” Dad said watching Steve shift on his feet, “I’ll send your paycheque for the shed tomorrow. Thank you for the help but I won’t be needing it anymore.”

Without another word Steve was left in front of the church watching his wife and father in law leave only a cloud of dust left. You watched out the back window until there was nothing but dust and sadness left.

“Don’t worry honey.” Dad spoke glancing over, “You’ll understand in the future.”

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Jopper for the OTP parents meme

Of course, Dearest Anon!! 💕💕💕 This is written in the universe that they have adopted Eleven, as well

who’s the one to wake up the kids: They alternate, depending on who has to leave earlier for work that day (though Joyce always makes sure one of them is home in the morning to wake up the kids and possibly make breakfast, since she wants to take the pressure off of Jonathan) who makes the breakfast: Joyce’s culinary abilities fall just a little bit short of making toast properly, and Hopper’s main contribution is usually just a pot of coffee, so Jonathan steps in and makes a hearty breakfast large enough to feed the entire townwho’s the one to cry for everything: Joyce cries—no, sobs—her way through the Snow Ball, Jonathan’s graduation and departure for college, Will’s first art show, and El’s first day of school (not to mention all the milestones to follow). Hopper tries to be a bit more composed, not only to comfort Joyce but also to keep up his intimidating reputation, but the moment they’re alone, it’s Joyce rubbing his back and offering a box of tissueswho’s the more discipline parent and who’s the more lenient one: Though Hopper quite literally knows how to lay down the law and Joyce likes to be the “cool, fun mom” at times, all three of their kids are fairly angelic, responsible, and studious, so they don’t find themselves having to discipline too muchwho helps with the science fair: While Hopper may have barely scraped by in middle school science class, Joyce definitely knows a thing or two about baking soda volcanoes! She’s trying her hardest despite her work schedule to be more involved in her kids’ lives, and the Science Fair Incident of ‘85 goes down in their family’s history (with lots of laughter, explosions, and ultimately a first place ribbon) who does baby talk: Hopper uses baby talk with the dog a lot. When he thinks no one’s looking, of course. Little does he know that Will and El are right around the corner, clasping hands over their mouths to stifle their laughter (”What? It’s not like he can understand it anyway…”) who wakes up for midnight feedings: The kids aren’t infants anymore, but Hopper did have to intervene when a certain pink-fuzzy-pajama-clad girl struggled to soothe her midnight anxieties with some comforting waffles (emphasis on “struggled.” Let’s just say that, if Hopper hadn’t gotten there just in the nick of time, the toaster would have exploded under El’s frustrated gaze)who’s the one who always worries: Joyce Byers already lost her boy once (and nearly herself in the process). She constantly worries and fusses over them and makes sure they call when they get to a friend’s house and never go out alone at night. She can never forgive herself for what happened on that fateful evening, but even more than that, she loves her children with every motherly fiber of beingwho picks up the kids early from school for some fun: Sometimes Hopper ducks out early from work after dodging a flurry of questions from Flo, driving the police cruiser over to Hawkins Middle as a gentle reminder of what happens when you mess with a Byers and pulling his excited pair of adopted kids out of class for a ride through town or an ice cream sundae who’s the competitive parent: They’re both very competitive when it comes to their kids! Always proud of their accomplishments and effort, but when it comes down to it, they’ll stay up all night with the kids to finish that Science Fair project or art exhibition who kisses the ouches: Joyce! Strong and courageous, but she also has quite a soft motherly sidewho’s the sucker for the puppy eyes: Hopper, all the way… Joyce has perfected the art of immunity to such puppy dog eyes over the years, but Hopper is quite out of practice. He gives in to each and everything when they use it on him (Joyce, included) who makes the “dad jokes”: Hopper tries so hard to be a cool dad, jokes and all, but all they seem to get him are a blank expression from El, a playful eye roll from Jonathan, a light arm punch from Joyce, and a little bit of genuine laughter from Willwho embarrassed their kid for fun: Joyce has no hesitation whatsoever to be embarrassing mom, and she unashamedly ropes Hopper into it, too. They’re the ones cheering obnoxiously as Jonathan receives his diploma and being the extra dorky parent in front of their kids’ crushes and teasing about chaperoning prom who’s the over protective one: Hopper’s first instincts are to be the overprotective parent, of course, feeling the need to institute a curfew and drop them off directly at school and be just a bit more suspicious of their significant others. But he knows that all of the kids are remarkably bright, courageous, and responsible. He could be the overprotective parent, but his better judgement tells him not to undermine their abilities to look out for themselves (still, he grumbles a little when D&D campaigns at the Wheeler’s go a little long or Jonathan insists on taking the night shift at work) who’s the “take a sweater!” parent: Joyce practically runs out the door after them when they forget their sweaters and layers upon layers of winter gear (Hopper being no exception)

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