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Red Letters to Nowhere spicy sneak peek ~ (Stepbro!Billy x Mayfield!Reader) Summary: Tension has been building between you and Billy since you and your little sister, Max, moved in. You never know quite where you stand with him, and you could swear he's flirting with you at least half of the time. It's about time he made his intentions clear...

[No smut, slight NSFW below the cut, 18 +, MDNI as usual ✨]

You had spent the last few hours studying in your room. A lazy Saturday with Max being out with her new friends, your mom and Neil taking another shopping trip to the city, and Billy having weekend practice for the upcoming tournament gave you the house to yourself. You were enjoying the space and freedom, paying bits of attention to the radio droning in the background and making sure you were up to speed for Mrs. Click’s quiz on Monday.

Hearing the familiar sounds of keys jingling, you checked the clock on your bedside table and knew it was Billy returning home from his practice. Your door was open, but he didn’t seem to notice you there as he stalked to his room.

Your doors faced each other at both ends of the hallway with the bathroom in between, so you had an immaculate view when he peeled off his shirt and tossed it to to the ground, the muscles in his back creasing in symmetry as he stretched, his broad shoulders moving in time with his arms as he brought his hands together, clasping his palms and pushing them forward.

You didn’t even realize you were staring, mouth fully agape, taking in the sheen of sweat sprinkled across his golden skin, the dip in his lower back where his waistband sat just below, and the definition in his strong calves as he went through the motions of stretching out his hamstrings, still facing away from you.

You wanted him.

Wasn’t that wrong on some level? Of course you’re not actually related, but what would he think if he knew? Did he know?

You averted your eyes immediately as he dropped his shorts to the floor, covering your mouth and turning to face the other way in your chair. Your entire body tensed as you tried not to make a single sound for fear that he would notice you and put two and two together.

You didn’t look at him naked, at least. That would’ve been too far, and you didn’t want to disrespect Billy, your new step brother, who had been so kind to you despite the reputation he seemed to have with everyone else.

You heard Billy’s bare footsteps padding up the hallway, so you turned back to face his direction once again. Damp, messy curls framed his face, a green towel secured around his waist, and a knowing smirk resting just above his sharp jawline, he shot you a wink before turning into the bathroom and closing the door. Your cheeks seared with panic as you tried to process what you just experienced.

He had to have known you were looking at him. He obviously knew. Did he do that on purpose? You tried your best to refocus on your studies, but it was no use. You heard the sprinkling of the shower in the next room and couldn’t stop fighting with yourself over confronting Billy about what he had just done.

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You had been busying yourself with folding your laundry while your mind turned the idea of Billy wanting you to see him like that over and over. You had resolved not to address anything with him right now, but to wait it out just to make sure you weren’t imagining things.

You had just moved here, and you didn’t want to make things awkward for the family. You especially didn’t want to get Billy in trouble with Neil. You folded another Van Halen t-shirt and added it to the neat pile of folded shirts on your stripped mattress. You heard the buzzer on the dryer go off, signaling that your sheets were ready for pickup, and you turned toward the doorway.

“Jesus, Billy!” You jumped when you saw Billy leaning on your doorframe wordlessly, his hair dripping tiny water droplets onto his shoulders that hung like dewdrops on his chest, smirk still in place with his towel around his waist. “How long have you been standing there?”

He scoffed and looked toward the ceiling. “Long enough,” he said simply. His eyes met yours, dark with something you couldn’t quite identify, and you felt the scarlet heat creeping back up to your cheeks, forcing you to look at anything else in the room.

“Did you need something?” He took his hand down from the doorframe and stepped closer to you, still blocking the exit to your room.

“Did you?” His voice darkened, and as he neared where you stood, you could see that his pupils were blown out. He was close enough for you to touch him at that point, and you ached for him. You wondered what would happen if –

“Correct me if I’m out of line, Y/N. But I swear you look at me like you want something from me. Am I wrong?” His eyes burned into yours, his gaze never wavering as he asked the most candid question he could without really giving it away. You swallowed hard, unsure of how to answer in a way that wouldn’t get you into trouble if you were somehow misinterpreting things.

“No,” you finally replied sheepishly. “You’re not wrong. But Billy –”

“I thought so,” he murmured, his jaw clenching. You were afraid of his reaction. You couldn’t tell if he was about to fly off the handle, and you could cut the tension in the room with a butter knife. “I notice you watching me, you know,” he continued, his words like suede slathered in melted honey.

“Billy, please. Please don’t tell anyone. I’m not trying to –” He took another step toward you so that your noses were almost touching.

“And you don’t know it, but I watch you, too. I can’t help it. The way you pretend to have your nose in a book on the swing in the front yard, stealing glances at me working on my car. Do you ever wonder why I have my shirt off in October?” He chuckled, looking around the room. You really hadn’t put those pieces together.

“Billy –”

“What if I want something from you, too?” he drawled, his gaze gliding over your lips before meeting your eyes once more. “What if, every night while I’m lying in bed alone in the dark, I’m thinking of your strawberry perfume and the dimples in your cheeks when you try not to smile every time I say some smartass shit? What if I count your curves instead of sheep while I try to sleep?”

His husky voice was barely above a whisper. He looked down and hissed out a small laugh. “You don’t think I notice that you leave your door cracked every time you change your clothes or that I know for a fact you’re wearing a black lace-trimmed bra and matching panties right now?” His tongue trailed over his bottom lip as he eyed you up and down.

You were completely speechless. Your mind was working a million miles a second trying to piece together all of the what-ifs and scenarios that could come of what you two were about to do, and you knew he was waiting for your answer.

“Billy, we can’t –”

“Can’t what? Have fun?” His devilish grin was torture to your core, and you couldn’t help but echo his expression. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” He ghosted his lips over yours while he spoke, and you were immediately intoxicated by the scent of his honey shampoo and the remnants of mint gum.

“Pinky promise?” You held your pinky out for him to take, confident he wouldn’t buy into your childish game, and you were shocked when he held his hand up, dropping his towel to the floor, and hooked his pinky with yours.

“Pinky promise, babe.” He lit up his blinding smile, knowing there was no turning back, and tugged at the hem of your sweater, helping to lift it over your head. “Good thing you haven’t put those nice, clean sheets back on yet,” he teased before connecting his lips with yours, warm, wet, and insatiable.

You had no idea how this would end, but in that moment, neither of you cared. All you knew was no one else would be home for hours, and you both needed what was coming after the last month of agonizing sexual tension, somehow kept a sweet secret between the two of you.

*This is a republish of my original preview because I CANNOT find the old post no matter how hard I try.

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xspeter · 1 year

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LOVE IN THE DARK I

steve harrington x fem!mayfield!reader

synopsis: after the death of your twin brother, you’ve seemingly grown into the shell of the person you used to be. your ex boyfriend steve, realizes that to get you back he’ll have to make more sacrifices than he ever has before.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❦ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 ✧

it started off small, a headache here and there. they never got bad to the point you couldn’t handle them, but they seemed to show up at the most inconvenient times.

next came the nosebleeds. trying to explain to your teacher why there’s blood on your homework isn’t very fun you’ve discovered.

the worst part though, are the nightmares. waking up in a cold sweat, your throat raw and eyes teary.

they’re always the same, they start in starcourt mall, where you worked at a small ice cream shop with your (ex) boyfriend and your best friend. life is seemingly perfect.

then the scenery changes, robin and steve’s faces contort and morph into the faces of your parents. “it’s your fault.” they say, “you could’ve saved him, you could’ve tried, you could’ve tried!” they repeat.

then the scenery changes again, and you’re leaning over the body of your brother. your dead brother.

but instead of a dead body, you’re met with a harsh hand grabbing your wrist with so much force you’re positive it’ll bruise. “you could’ve saved me.” he says, blood oozing from his mouth as he speaks. “it’s your fault i’m dead, and you know it.”

then the dream ends as you shoot up from your bed, body convulsing with sobs. stop it. you tell yourself, stop it or you’ll wake max. you gasp for air one last time before you quietly creep to the bathroom to splash some water on your face.

before you can even turn on the sink though, max knocks on the doorframe to alert you of her presence. you jump at the sudden noise.

“jesus max! it’s like… four a.m. right now, why are you up?” you whisper, and she shrugs. “why are you up?” she retorts and your mouth hangs open as you try and think of an excuse.

she sighs, “you don’t need to lie to me. i can hear you when you sleep y’know? i know you’re having nightmares.” she says, her bright blue eyes seemingly looking into you instead of at you. you swallow harshly as you turn on the sink and splash the cold water onto your face.

“max, i’m fine. i don’t need you to look after me okay? so just go back to bed.” you hiss, harshly turning the sink off and shouldering past her and walking into your room. you don’t miss the hurt look in her eyes as you close the door.

you know the past few months you’ve been distant. you know that you broke up with the only person you’ve ever loved because he deserved better than whoever you’ve become. you know you haven’t talked to your best friend in months. you know.

you also know that it’s mostly your fault for that. robin tried to reach out, but you ignored her calls. you made a point to be as nonchalant as possible when she talked to you.

steve, poor, beautiful steve, had tried to be with you through your grief. he held you as you cried, he was always patient with you. he got you more gifts than you can even count.

but, you couldn’t let yourself keep hurting them. so you cut them off. you cut everyone off.

it was your fault billy died. why would you let them suffer the same fate?

when max invites dustin over, she forces you to hear her out as well. she explains what she had seen the night before, how chrissy cunningham was with eddie munson one moment, and then dead the next.

your heart pangs at that. chrissy had been your friend, someone you actually enjoyed talking too. even if her boyfriend was a bit of an asshole.

another person dead because of you.

you force the thought out of your head before it can even fully form. that wouldn’t even make sense.

too busy in your head, you fail to notice max calling your name as she’s halfway out the door. “come on! we need you to drive us.” she yells, and you roll your eyes as you grab your car keys and follow them out.

“where are we going anyway?” you question. you miss the look dustin and max give each other.

“um… family video…” he breathes out, you can barely even hear him. “dude, i can not understand you. do you want me to drive you or not?” you question, turning around so you can look at him.

“uh,” he clears his throat, “we’re going to family video.” he finally admits, and you feel the way your heart physically tightens in your chest.

“no.” you conclude and max immediately turns to you, her braids swinging as she whips her head around. “were you not listening while we were inside? i get you don’t wanna see steve but this is not just about him! chrissy died. more people could die if we don’t figure this out!” she barks out and you sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose with your thumb and pointer finger.

“then why don’t you let the police handle it?” you retort and she scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “yeah, cause they’ve been a real help before.” she remarks and you can’t help but agree with her.

“fine.” you finally decide, “i’ll take you, but i’m not going inside.”

there was a time when seeing robin and steve would mean you were going to have a good day. now, it just meant a painfully awkward reunion.

“max, i don’t see why you need me to go inside with you!” you groan, slamming your car door. she sighs and turns to face you, “because, we need as much help as we can get okay?” she explains harshly, and then her eyes soften, "look, it'd mean a lot to me if you could please just help us." she admits and your lips tighten into a thin line.

you take a breath, "come on." you smile, though you're sure it doesn't look like more than just a twitch of your lips. you speed walk ahead of them both as dustin and max look at each other with wide smiles.

"you're the best y/n!" dustin exclaims, jogging to catch up with you as the three of you approach the door. max and dustin open the door and walk in casually, and you take a deep breath and prepare yourself to see them.

when you finally do walk through the door, it's like the world stops spinning. he's there, talking so casually with max and dustin. the moments ruined though as dustin throws himself over the counter, steve throws his hands in the air, profanties leaving his mouth.

robin's not any better as she pulls at the ends of her hair, jaw hanging open in shock. you can’t help the snort that leaves your lips as she angrily explains how today is their busiest day.

the sound makes steve’s eyes dart to you, his face morphing from anger to confusion. you both stare at each other for what feels like forever, but realistically only could of been ten seconds.

“y/n, um, hey.” he clears his throat, your name causes robins head to shoot up, her eyes darting to you.

you wave with a tight lipped smile. “hey.” you mutter and walk up to the counter. robin gives you an awkward smile and starts to ask you how you've been, but max and dustin are returning from the back rooms with a phone in hand.

"lets get started."

"yeah, his names eddie munson? do you know him?" you question the lady on the phone. she sighs as she tries to remember. max, dustin, and robin are all doing the same as you, while steve "helps" the customers. you can't help but eavesdrop as he approaches a pretty girl, his signature charming smile adorning his lips.

he explains to her how she thinks she would like a movie and the girl hums as she takes it from his hands. "so my boyfriend won't, like, totally puke if i bring it home?" she laughs and steve visibly deflates. you mentally cheer even though you know you have no right to be jealous . you broke up with him.

he clears his throat, glancing at you from the corner of his eye and you quickly turn away. "uh, no... he's gonna... he's gonna love it." he tells her and she thanks him and returns to browse the romance shelves.

the smile threatening to adorn your face quickly falls as the lady on the phone, who you forgot about while you were too busy focusing on your ex-boyfriend, begins to ask if you're still there. "oh, i'm sorry, could you repeat that?" you question and the lady sighs, wishes you a good day and hangs up.

you shrug your shoulders at this, she didn't even know anything anyway, and begin to cross her name off on the whiteboard. before you can finish though, max slams her phone down and clears her throat. "hey guys, i might have a lead." she concludes and dustin brightens as he turns to face her. "seriously?" he questions and she nods.

"apparently eddie gets his drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes he crashes there." she explains and robin crosses her arms nodding, "that sounds promising." she says and you nod your head in agreement.

"well where does this reefer rick guy live?" you question and max grimaces. "see that's the thing... no one knows. he's more of a... legend than someone people actually know."

"well what about a last name?" dustin questions and she shrugs her shoulders, "don't know that either." she says and you deflate, "well there goes that."

"bet the cops know the last name." steve interjects and dustin narrows his eyebrows, "what?" he questions. steve shrugs his shoulders and leans over the counter. "cops. i mean if this guy really is a drug dealer he's gotta have been busted at some point, right? means he's in the system." he explains and you internally roll your eyes. the whole reason you were going through all this trouble was so you could find eddie before they did.

"the cops? really steve, that's your suggestion?" steve shrugs, "i think they should be filled in on what we know, what's going on." dustin sighs, "you think eddies guilty, don't you?" he questions and steve throws his hands up in surrender.

"look, i believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that crap. i just don't think we should rule it out." he explains and max groans. "that's exactly what we're trying to do, steve."

"and, maybe, we'd have a little bit more luck if you spent more time helping instead of trying to find a girlfriend!" dustin says sarcastically and your heart suddenly feels heavy at the comment. steve scoffs, "oh, well, somebody has to attend the the customers!" he defends and robin smirks, "especially if they're babes, right?" she jokes and steves mouth hangs open in shock.

his eyes glance at you but you avoid eye contact, instead choosing to stare at the floor.

"look, we've got a very big selection here, it can be super overwhelming okay?" he explains, but before dustin can retort robin seems to have some sort of epiphany. "yeah, it can be." she smiles, turning around and beginning to power up the computer. you all crowd around her to the best of your ability as she searches up the name 'rick' in the family video database.

"what are you doing?" max questions and robins smile widens. "maybe we don't need a last name. twelve ricks already have accounts here." she says. "that's a lot of ricks." you grimace.

"so.. let's narrow it down."

it isn't until you've gone through five different ricks when one of them, rick lipton, practically screams 'stoner' in all of your faces. "2121 Holland Road." she reads off his address and you all share a look. "that's out by lovers lake." dustin says. "middle of nowhere." max adds.

"perfect place to hide out." you conclude and everyone nods in agreement. you quickly grab your stuff as you all run outside and pile into steves car, you probably won't be seeing your car for a while.

by the time you all reach rick's house it's already dark. the house is old and dingy, with an overgrown lawn and a messy porch. dustin hands you a flashlight as you all approach the front door, and you thank him and walk over to the nearest window with max.

you both begin peeking through the cracks in the blinds, while dustin begins banging on the door. "reefer rick!" he yells, ringing the doorbell way too many more times than necessary. "dude, quit it!" steve scolds and dustin rolls his eyes and ignores him.

you ignore their bickering and decide to round the corner of the house to look for an open window. as you walk you notice a boat house in the near distance, and although it could just be a shot in the dark, you imagine it's your best bet.

"hey, guys, come look at this!" you yell and point at the building. when they reach you they all agree it'd be a good idea to at least check it out. "it's our best bet." dustin states.

when you enter the boat house, you're instantly hit with the overwhelming smell of chemicals. you scrunch your nose in discomfort as you begin to feel nauseous.

"hey, you okay?" steve asks, placing a comftorable hand on your shoulder. "yeah," you nod, "i'm good." you breathe and steve stares at you for a second, before he clears his throat and walks to catch up with dustin near the front of the boat house.

you let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding as you walk towards the shelves lining the walls. searching through one of the boxes for anything useful, you almsot don't notice the person next to you.

"hey." robin says, and you tense. you should've expected she'd come talk to you, but it's not like you blame her. "uh, hey." you respond hesitantly. you both stand in silence for a few moments after that, until she suddenly starts speaking.

"i really, really miss you, y'know? and- and i know this past year has been so hard for you and i have, like, no right to tell you how to deal with your grief! but i wish you would let me help you. let steve help you. because you are my favorite person in the whole world and i don't know how much longer i can go just talking to dingus everyday." she sucks in a breath as she finishes her ramble and your mouth hangs open in shock.

"robin.." you murmur, but are interrupted by a loud bang and a yelp. when you turn around, you're met with your worst possible thing you could imagine.

eddie munson has steve, sweet, beautiful steve, pushed against the wall with a screwdriver to his neck. "steve!" someone yells, but your mind is too hazy to register who.

"eddie! it's me, dustin. we're not here to hurt you." dustin negotiates. "this is max, the one who never wants to play dnd?" dustin gestures to the ginger and she nods in greeting. he points to robin. "you know robin! from band." she airplays a clarinet. "you know y/n too. chrissy's friend?" eddie tenses at the name.

"steve, why don't you drop the oar?" dustin instructs, a sense of urgency in his tone. steve does as told, but the loud thump it makes sets eddie off, and he pushes the screw driver harder against his neck. "steve!" you yell, clapping a hand over your mouth.

he glances at you and swallows. you look at dustin pleadingly, his eyebrows are nit together in concern and he nods at you. "he's cool!" he reassures and steve nods. "yeah, man, i'm cool, i'm cool."

eddie shakes his head. "what do you want?"

"we're looking for you." dustin answers. he reaches a hand toward the brunette, but he gives dustin a warning glare, and dustin backs off. "eddie..." he trails off, "we're on your side." your voice wobbles and dustin looks at you thankfully. "i swear on my mother!" dustin yells and eddie squeezes his eyes shut.

"yeah, yeah, on- on dustins mom." steve rasps. eddie stares at steve for a few more moments, until he relents and steve falls to the floor.

"steve, oh, god, steve." you release a breath and run over to him, dropping to your knees in front of him and grabbing his face between your hands.

you begin checking him for any cuts or bruises and he sets a loving hand on your wrist, rubbing circles over it. "i'm okay, sweetheart." he reassures and the pet name makes you smile fondly. you both stare at each other before you clear your throat, and walk to stand next to robin. you ignore the look she gives you.

eddie sits down on a nearby barrel, and dustin crouches in front of him. "eddie," he says, "we just want to talk." robin crouches down next to him, she swallows, "we want to know what happened."

eddie sniffs and shakes his head. "you won't believe me." max's eyes glance to you, "try us."

"her body, just like... lifted up into the air." eddie sighs, and you ignore the pang in your heart over the loss of your friend.

if she wasn't so close to you she'd still be alive. you don't push the thought away this time.

"and she just... hung there... in the air." he continues and dustin nods. eddie glances up to him before pulling his eyes back towards the floor. he swallows as he continues, "and her bones, uh..." he squeezes his eyes shut and begins to whimper. he bites his lip, "her bones started to snap." he explains and you gasp. "her eyes, man... it was like there was something," he pauses, "like inside her head, pulling."

you grimace at the visual. "i... i didn't know what to do so i- i... i ran away. i left her there." he runs a hand through his hair. "you all think i'm crazy, don't you?" he scoffs and dustin shakes his head. "no, we don't think you're crazy at all-" he begins but eddie interuptes him. "look, don't bullshit me man! i know how this sounds." he cries but max crosses her arms over her chest and sighs, "We're not bullshitting you."

"we believe you." robin reassures and you nod. dustin takes a deep breath, "look, what i'm about to tell you might be.. a little hard to take." he begins, "you know how people always say hawkins is... cursed?" he asks and eddie furrows his eyebrows and nods. "well... they're not that far off." he swallows, "there's another world, and sometimes that world... bleeds into ours."

eddie glances at the rest of you, "so, what, like ghosts and shit?" he asks and you shake your head. "there are some things worse than ghosts." you utter, your eyes downcast.

"that night, did you see anything? maybe some dark particles?" max asks and eddie trembles, "no... no there wasn't anything like that."

eddie sighs, "you know i tried to wake her man," he says, "it was like she... she was in a trance or something." you swallow, looking at your group. how long would it be until one of them died just because they knew you?

"it was like she was under a spell..." dustin trails off. "a curse." eddie concludes and dustin sits up, "vecna's curse." he says and you furrow your eyebrows.

"vecna? who's- who's vecna?" you question and dustin turns to you, concern sweeps his face. "an undead creature of... great power." he says darkly and the wave of nasuea you had when you first walked in returns, only worse.

you aren't sure how you're meant to get any sleep after that conversation, not that you're getting any anyway. you think of going to max's room, but you don't want to disturb her.

so instead of focusing on the undeniable lack of sleep you'll be stuck with tonight you focus on steve. on the fact that today was the first time you had seen him in months. he looked just as good as ever, and you note the fact that his stubble had grown out. you told him to do that.

you think about how back in the boathouse, when eddie had steve pinned against the wall, how you had only ever been that scared one other time in your life.

steve had asked you out on new years, just a few weeks after your brother had beaten him bloody. he first told you he loved you in a starcourt bathroom after you had both finished throwing up. you had broken up with him two weeks after your one year anniversery.

you remember it all so clearly. steve's jokes, his beautiful personality, his charming smile, the heartbroken look in his eyes when you broke his heart.

it was for the better though and you knew that. you wouldn't let yourself go back to him. you couldn't! you loved him too much to let him get hurt because of you.

you feel your eyes begin to water and squeeze them shut, there was no point in crying. rolling onto your side you open the drawer in your nightstand next to your bed and grab the bottle of melatonin, opening it and popping one in your mouth. you swallow it dry.

you're not sure how long you lay there until you eventually fall asleep.

when you awake, practically punching your alarm and rolling out of bed, you make for the bathroom. you brush your teeth, use the bathroom, wash your face, your usual routine. when you've finished you stare at yourself in the mirror, trying to figure out how to hide the dark circles under your eyes.

you purse your lips and walk out, but instead of the tiny hallway you're usually met with, it's starcourt mall. your eyes widen and you gasp as you look around, tyring to figure out how you got here.

the exhaustion is finally catching up to you it seems.

before you can even begin to figure out what's happening though, someone is pulling you by your arm. "hey! what-" robin interrupts you. "you do realize you're like- thirty minutes late right? how could you leave me alone with that dingus!" she questions, practically throwing you into scoops ahoy.

"i don't..." you trail off as you glance at your clothes. it's your work uniform. "you don't what?" robin questions, scrunching her nose. you shake your head. "nevermind. it's not important." you sigh as you make your way behind the counter. this doesn't make any sense, for one, you were absolutley certain starcourt had burned down, so how are you here?

robin shrugs her shoulders, making her way behind the register to help a customer. you wrack your brain for an explanantion, when someone emerges from the backroom. steve. "you sure took you're time getting here, didn't you sweetheart?" he smiles and kisses your cheek. your eyes widen.

he narrows his eyes at your response. "are you okay?" he asks and you nod, and against your better judgment, you practically fly into his arms. "jesus, sweetheart," he laughs, "i mean, i never expected a murderer to be so clingy." he says and your breath hitches in your throat, and suddenly you realize what's happening. you're dreaming.

you attemp to pull away, but 'steve's' holding you so tight you're practically suffocating. "stop.." you wheeze and he chuckles. "murderers deserve punishment, you know that right?" he says in your ear, but it's not steve's voice. no, it's something darker.

you shoot up in your bed and clutch at the cloth covering your erratic heart. your mouth hangs open in a silent sob, and you feel your lungs contrasting with every gulp of air you take. you feel nauseous.

you practically bolt for the bathroom and splash the water from the sink on your face. you grab the sides of the counter, taking in deep breaths of air in hopes to calm yourself.

when the drumming of your heart stops pounding in your head and you can finally actually think, you attempt to make your way back to your room. but when you turn to leave the bathroom, you're stopped by a head of messy ginger hair.

"i heard you," she rasps, "screaming. i get them too, and i don't want you to keep thinking you have to deal with them on your own." she mumbles and you don't know what to say, so you stand still as a statue. "will you sleep with me tonight?" she mumbles and your lips twitch upwards.

"of course."

the next morning you're yet again thrown into a car with steve, robin, dustin, and max. but this time, you feel like the tension between you and robin has lifted a bit, despite the fact you never got to respond to her outburst yesterday.

when you arrive at the boathouse everyone piles out of the car, carrying the assortment of foods you had collected from the local dollar store for eddie. eddie practically jumps out of his skin as dustin opens the door and you all enter, but you smile at him anyway.

"delivery service!" dustin cheers as he gestures to the bags in the groups hands. eddie sighs, nodding in casual thanks.

you all place the bags in the boat and settle around it as eddie picks up a bag of "pirates booty", sits down, and begins to eat.

dustin clears his throat and sits on a nearby stool, "so we got good news and bad news." he says and eddie nods, too busy stuffing his face to say anything. "the police are definitely looking for you," he says, "also they're like, pretty convinced you killed chrissy." dustin tells him casually.

eddie swallows and looks to the floor, he nods again. he sighs, "and the good news?" he asks hopefully and you lean against an old, rusted shelf as you answer. "your name hasn't gone public yet, but if we found out about you then it's only a matter of time before others do too, and once that get's out everyone and their shallow-minded mothers will be looking for you." you wince at the fearful look on his face. maybe that wasn't good news after all.

"hunt the freak, right?" he murmers and your frown. "exactly." robin says. dustin changes the subject, "before that happens, we find vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence." he smiles and eddie guwaffs, "that's all dustin? that's all?" he questions sarcastically and you can't help but agree.

dustin pretends to think for a moment, "yeah, no, that pretty much sums it up. he says and you roll your eyes playfully. robin stands up straighter as she interjects, "listen, eddie, i know everything dustins saying sounds totally delusional, but we've actually been through this before." she explains and you nod in agreement. "i mean they have a- a few times and i have once. mine was more human flesh based, theirs were more smoke related- but you get the idea." she cuts herself off as she realizes she was rambling. "collectively, i really feel like we got this."

steve scratches his jaw, "we usually rely on this girl who has super powers, but those went," he imitates an expolosion with his hands, "bye-bye."

"so we're technically in the more- more-"

"kinda the..."

"brainstorming phase." max says, nodding at you and steve snaps his fingers at her, humming in agreement. dustin scoffs, "there's nothing to worry about." he reassures, smiling at steve who smiles back. eddie doesn't look convinced. before he can say anything though, the sound of police sirens fill the air.

"tarp." you say, pointing at eddie. "tarp, tarp!" robin says with more urgency and he quickly flings it over himself as you all scamper towards the windows. you watch as numerous ambulances and police cars fly past.

you all share a look with each other as you quickly bolt to the car. robin yet again sits in the back with the kids, a knowing smile on her face as you're yet again forced to sit next to steve, she did this when you all went to the store as well.

you hold your breath as you begin to approach the scene, there are police cars and ambulances, but most importantly, nancy wheeler is there.

you liked nancy, you wouldn't say you were best friends, but after everything you had gone through together you wouldn't say you didn't have some sort of relationship. as you all step out of steves car hey eyes glance at you, and then the others. she waves, and steve waves back.

you tremble in the spring breeze, the sweater you had rushed to put on this morning doing nothing to filter out the air. the picnic table you're sat at is one you recognize, considering you're in your own neighborhood. you can even see your trailer from here.

dustin has already gotten to work explaining your discoveries to nancy and she swallows as she attempts to take everything in. "so... this- thing that killed fred and chrissy... you're saying it's from the upside down?" she asks and you all nod.

"our working theory is that he attacks with a spell... or a curse." dustin explains, "now, whether or not he's doing the bidding of the mind flayer or just loves... killing teens, we don't know." max jumps in, "all we know is that... this is something different." she says.

"that doesn't make sense." nancy says, dustin shrugs. "it's only a theory-" he begins but she interrupts, "no, fred and chrissy don't make sense. i mean, why them?"

dustin sighs, "maybe wrong place wrong time? they were both at the game." he says and you nod, "and at the trailer park." you say.

steve looks around and clears his throat, "uh, should we be here right now?"

nancy frowns, "fred started acting weird the second we got here." she says and robin narrows her eyebrows, "acting weird as in...?" she questions and nancy glances at her before returning her gaze to her fiddling thumbs. "scared... on edge... upset." she trails off and dustin bites his lip.

"max said chrissy was upset too." he says, turning his gaze to the red head. max shakes her head, "yeah, but not here. she was crying in the bathroom at school." she says.

robin places her hands in front of her, "serial killers stalk their prey before they strike, right?" she swallows, "so, maybe fred and chrissy saw this vecman-" dustin interrupts, "vecna." robin rolls her eyes, "i don't know about you guys but if i saw some, freaky, wizard monster i would mention it to someone.

you ignore the pit that forms in your stomach.

"maybe they did." you suggest, "i saw chrissy leaving ms. kellys office on friday." you explain, "if you saw a monster, you... you wouldn't go to the police. they'd never believe you- but you might go to your-" robin interrupts, "your shrink." you look at her and nod.

as you leave the table nancy pulls you over and asks if you'd be willing to come check on something with her. you agree.

as you and nancy seperate from the group steve is quick to notice and stops you. "whoa, whoa, hey y/n? nance? where are you going?" he asks the both of you, though he's only looking at you. you shy away from his gaze as nancy answers.

"i asked her to come check on something with me-" she begins but steves already shaking his head. "no, are you out of your minds? going by yourselves with this vecna on the loose? no way." he glances behind him and throws his car keys to robin who barely catches them. "look, i'll go with you. you guys take the car check out the shrink."

you almost laugh at robins face, "i don't think you want me driving your car." she says and steve raises an eyebrow. "why?" he asks and she shrugs, "i don't have a license." she explans and he throws his hands into the air and drops them back down to his sides, "why?"

she shrugs, "i'm broke." she says flatly and he rolls his eyes.

"i can dri-" max begins but he's quick to cut her off, "no, no! never again. please. anybody but you. no." he replies and dustin smiles and goes to volunteer, but steves quick to kill that dream. robin sighs, reaching into dustins pack and grabbing a walkie-talkie. "this is stupid. look, i'll go with nancy and y/n will go with you, steve." she winks at him and you go to argue with her but she's quick on the offence. "you're the best with the kids so it only makes sense!" she says, you can't help but agree.

you sigh as you walk over to stand next to steve, and watch as nancy and robin give you a knowing smile. you ignore the burn in your cheeks. robin laughs as she begins to walk away, nancy quick on her heels. "be careful!" he shouts to them, and robin gives him a peace sign in return.

"are we gonna go, harrington?" dustin teases and steve rolls his eyes, "shut up." he retorts as you open the door, "wipe your feet." he says to dustin, who makes a show to rub the bottom of his shoes on the carpet. "on the outiside! not the inside! jesus." he sighs and slams his door.

"always the babysitter." he mumbles as he puts the key in the ignition, "always the god damn babysitter!" he yells and you snort, "you and me both, harrington." you say and he smiles.

you guys decide the best place to go would be the counselors house considering it's spring break, and you volunteer to talk to her. "you see miss. kelley?" dustin questions and you shrug, "she's cheaper than a real therapist." you say and dustin nods in agreement. steve glances at you from the corner of his eye and you know he wants to say something, but he refrains as you pull up to the counselors house.

you open the door with a huff and step onto the grass outside the door, "i'll be back." you say, closing your door and making your way up the porch steps.

steve watches as you retreat into the house and sighs, "okay. she's in." he says and dustin sighs, "i'm missing collarbones. not eyes." he retorts and steve rolls his eyes. they sit in silence for a few moments before dustin turns to him from the backseat. "so... we gonna talk about it?" dustin questions and steve forces himself to tear his gaze from the house and towards dustin.

"huh? sorry, talk about what?" he asks and dustin scoffs. "your temporary insanity today when you literally threw yourself at y/n every chance you got?" he responds and steve lets out a laugh, "okay that's not what happened-" he tries to explain but max interjects. "sure did look like it." she laughs, dustin hums in agreement.

"it was public. there were a lot of witnesses." dustin remarks and max raises her hand. steve rolls his eyes, "are you implying i still have a thing for y/n?" steve questions and dutin shakes his head, "no, no i'm not implying... i'm stating." he clarifies and steve stumbles over his words, "i was just- trying to protect a friend." he attempts to defend himself."

dustin nods with a knowing smile on his face. "a friend, henderson!" he yells and dustin laughs, "yeah, okay. why'd you let nancy and robin go then?" he refutes and steve throws his hands over his head. he stumbles over his words, "i don't- well i, um...." he squeezes his eyes shut and dustin laughs, "you are like, bright red in the face right now." he jeers and steve scoffs.

steve runs a hand through his hair before pointing an accusing finger at dustin, "you know what- i'll punch you so hard your teeth will fall back out!" he snaps, and dustins eyes widen in shock.

"woah... too far man." he says and steve nods, "yeah, that was wrong. i'm sorry." he apologizes and dustin shrugs his shoulders. steve puts his fist out for a fist bump and dustin accepts.

meanwhile, things with ms. kelley are already awkward. you sigh as she asks you to explain what's going on. "it's just, everything that's happening with the murders, it's making everything worse again." you mumble, it wasn't a complete lie.

ms. kelley nods and grabs her notebook from the side table, "you've experienced a lot of trauma, y/n. and when you keep your feelings, your pain, bottled up the way you do it doesn't take a lot to trigger those feelings again. so, when it rains, it pours." she explains and you slip your fingers together, avoiding eye contact. "yeah, i know."

she inhales, "do you think you're ready to talk about that night?" she asks hesitantly and you tense as you remember it. the screaming, the russians, the mind flayer, billy. you close your eyes.

you change the subject, forcing your chin up high. "i live next door to where it happened. the murder." you say nonchalantly and the woman in front of you furrows her eyebrows, "i'm sorry?"

"the cops asked me a bunch of questions. did they talk to you? i mean, i know you were seeing chrissy so..." you state and ms. kelley leans back in her chair and begins jotting something down in her notes.

"you know i can't talk about chrissy or any other student-" you interject, "well yeah but, what if theres a serial killer loose in my neighborhood? i mean i live with max and i don't want to come home to find her... y'know." you say and ms. kelley clears her throat, "y/n i'm sorry, i just- i really can't discuss this."

you huff, this is going no where. you look around the room, and see a bowl filled with keys. "um, can i go to the bathroom?" you ask and ms. kelley nods. she turns back around towards her desk and you're quick to walk towards the bowl and pull out the key ring labeled "school."

you glance at the councelor as you silently slip through the front door and run towards steves car. you practically throw yoursef into the passenger seat and slam the door. "drive." you demand. "what?" steve asks and you turn to look at him, "drive!"

steve slams on the brakes at that, and dustin goes flying into your seat. "jesus, what the hell!" he yells as he rubs his nose, "what's going on?" steve asks and you wave the keys in front of him and the kids.

"we're going on a fieldtrip."

you only struggle to get into the building for a couple minutes, having to go through each and every key ms. kelley had on the key ring. when you do make it in though, you make a direct beeline for the counselors office.

you all begin going through filing cabinets, drawers, and her desk. you see your own file on top of the desk and you're tempted to keep it, but you decide not to.

instead you think about the conversation the four of you had with lucas on dustins walkie. he told you that jason suspected eddie, and if he came to that conclusion so quickly you know you don't have long until the rest of the town did, and then people would, as eddie said, "hunt the freak."

"holy shit." max says, pulling you out of your thoughts as you look towards her. "did you find it?" dustin asks as max pulls out chrissys file. "yeah, but get this, fred was seeing ms. kelley too." she says. steve and dustin share a look and your chest suddenly feels too tight.

max throws the file on the desk and you hastily open it. the contents make you want to puke.

"experiencing nosebleeds, severe headaches, constant nightmares, past trauma..."

it all has to be coincidence, right? your mind flashes with images of your body best and broken the way the victims were. you push them away as a flash of pain jolts in your skull, you squeeze your eyes shut.

"y/n, what's wrong?" someone asks, but their voice is muffled. you jump as the sound bell of a grandfather clock chimes somewhere in the distance. you hesitantly turn around at the sound of your name, but this time, the voice isn't familiar.

you swallow as you follow the ticking of the clock cautiously, quietly stalking the dark hallways. when you finally do come upon it, it's nothing like anything you've ever seen before.

it's eroded in the wall, vines and plants covering it. "what..." you mumble. the clock chimes again, a sound you know a grandfather clock doesn't sound like that. swallowing your fear, you begin to walk closer to it. you watch as the clock continues to tick, trying to understand where it came from.

before you can get any closer though, it suddenly disappears, and steve is shaking your shoulders. you look around and find you're back in the classroom. "y/n? jesus, what just happened?" he yells and you shake your head. "i don't... i don't know." you mumble, furrowing your eyebrows.

steve stares at you, concerned. you feel tears prick in the back of your eyes. "what's going on?" he questions, crouching down in front of you, his hands never leaving your body. before you can answer though, you hear the sound of the doors slamming as well as rapid footsteps, and suddenly nancy and robin are panting next to you. "what happened?" they ask.

"i..." you trail off, glancing from them, to steve, to the kids. you clear your throat and shake steves hands away from your shoulders. you tell them to follow you and bring them to the exact hallway you were in moments before.

"there was a grandfather clock, it was- it was in the wall." you explain, walking up and running a hand across the bricks. "it was right here, covered in plants and shit." you mumble.

"it was so real." you say, "and then i got closer and... i woke up." dustin nods, "it was like she was in a... trance or something. exactly what eddie said happened to chrissy." he explains and you suck in a breath. you keep your eyes trained to the ground and try to ignore the growing anxiety growing in your chest.

you turn around to find steve shaking his head, his mouth agape. "no, there's no way. there's just no-" you interrupt him, "steve." you say, your eyes glassy. "that's not even the bad part." you say.

you practically sprint back to the counselors office, quickly opening chrissy and freds files and dropping them onto the desk. the group huddles around you and you take a deep breath.

"fred and chrissy, they were having headaches.. bad headaches that just wouldn't go away. and then the nightmares," your voice begins to wobble, "trouble sleeping, they'd wake up in a cold sweat." you say, glancing at steve as he bites his lip and avoids eye contact with you. you don't blame him.

"then they started seeing things. bad things, and the visions they just kept on getting worse until... until they died." you mumble the last part.

"vecnas curse." robin mumbles, looking up at you and you nod. "chrissys headaches started a week ago, fred's six days ago..." you let out a shaky breath and look towards steve. "i've been having mine for five days." you admit and this makes steve look up at you, his eyes wide. you look back towards the floor, "i don't know how long i have but- but fred and chrissy both died less than 24 hours after their first vision." you say.

this time, you can barely hide the sob that forces it's way out of your throat and you harshly grip the desk in front of you to ground yourself, you sniffle, "and i just saw that fucking clock so!" you run a hand through your hair out of frustration, trying to ignore the looks of disbelief on everyones faces.

you clear your throat, trying to ignore the realization that forms in your mind.

"looks like i'm gonna die tomorrow."

that concludes the first part of this mini series.

something i want to address:

yes, i am aware this is literally basically the exact same as the show but i also dgaf… this is my blog, and i will write what i want to write.

i also have no idea when part two will come out, but i’m working on it as we speak

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #robin buckley #angst #vecna #mayfield!reader #max mayfield #stranger things #stranger things angst #stranger things x reader

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madnessformunson · 2 years

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You Belong With Me

Part 1

Summary: you’ve been Eddie’s best friend and neighbor for years. You’ve had a crush on him for a long time but he has his eyes set on Chrissy.

Note: you are Max’s older sister so in this fic you have red hair like her, not proof read

Warnings: Unrequited love, Eddie being a jerk, Lovesick reader, cussing

You can read Part 2 here

You wave to Eddie from your window, you’ve been neighbors since you were 8 years old, your bedroom windows face each other. He waved back pointing for you to come outside. You grab your bag and take off at the door calling for your sister Max, “Maxine let’s go!”

“I’m coming I’m coming” she said rolling her eyes.

You both walk over where Eddie’s van is getting ready to jump in. He takes you both to and from school everyday so you don't have to ride the bus.

“Are we hanging out tonight? It’s Friday so you know what the means!” You smiled at him.

“I really want to Red but I have a really big deal going on after school. What if I stop by afterwards?” Eddie says as he rubs your thigh.

“What? We always do this as a tradition! Every Friday night!” You pouted and pushed his hand off your thigh.

“I know sweets but we aren’t canceling just moving it back. I really need the cash”

“Fine, but you have to buy me some sour gummy worms”

“Anything for my sweetheart!” Eddie says smiling at you.

“You guys are so gross,” Max says from the back with a fake gag.

You turn up Black Sabbath as you and Eddie laugh.

Evening came and you waited in your room for Eddie to show up. It was getting late and you were starting to worry. You look out your bedroom window to see Chrissy on Eddie’s lap in deep conversation. You wanted to look away but you couldn’t. Then you witness Chrissy lean down and kiss eddie. Your heart broke right then and there. You could never compete with Chrissy freaking Cunningham. She wore a tight cheerleader outfit and listened to girly music. She was the definition of Dainty and you just… weren’t. Eddie never came over that night and you didn’t see him the rest of the weekend. Monday finally rolled around and you and Max made your way to his van for a ride. You hop in no one saying anything. You noticed Eddie driving a different way to school.

“Hey Eds I’m not sure if you are still high but you are going the wrong way to school” you tried to let out a laugh with it.

“Yeah I know I need to pick up Chrissy first”

“Chrissy as in Chrissy Cunningham? As in the Chrissy Cunningham you did a deal with Friday night?”

“Yeah y/n, she’s really nice, you would like her. We are going out on a date this weekend”

Your stomach twisted. Date? This is more serious than you thought.

He pulled up to Chrissy’s house and looked nervously at you.

“Would you mind getting in the back seat?” He said not making eye contact.

“Oh..ok” you climbed over to the back seat squished next to Max.

As the days went on Eddie ditched you more and more. He no longer took you to and from school, he was obsessed with Chrissy. Everything she did he loves. She was the picture perfect girl, you could never complete with that.

As you sat at the hellfire table, your typical seat being taken by Chrissy, the decision for the next campaign was making all of the party go wild. Until Chrissy cleared her throat, “Eds I thought you were gonna come watch me cheer Friday night” she pouted.

“I’m sorry Chrissy but there is no moving hellfire, I love it. I can come to the next game” Eddie defended.

Chrissy rolled her eyes, “it’s not the same! You never want to come support what I do”

“Eh sorry guys I have to cancel I need to be there to support my girl” he smiled at Chrissy making you cringe.

The party started discussing if they were going to move the campaign and to when.

After school you decided to go for a walk, you put your headphones on and turned up Dio. That’s when you saw Chrissy storm out of Eddie’s trailer as he sat on the front porch with his head in his hands.

“Hey…” you said as you passed by him.

“Hi”

“I’m going for a walk, want to come?”

Eddie jumped up and started walking beside you. He seemed really upset but you didn’t want to pry.

“Everything alright in lovers paradise” you chuckle but he didn’t.

“I like Chrissy I really do but I just don’t feel like she gets me you know? She’s always upset with what I do or say. I feel like she’s trying to change me inside of letting me be me” he confined in you.

“Aw I’m sorry Eds” you said back unsure of how to address this new territory.

“She’s just doesn’t get me how you do y/n”

He pulled you in and held you close. You felt your stomach twist into knots.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a bit when you decided to break it, “well I know what will make you feel better, Harrington is having a huge party tonight. You should come with me, we could have a lot of fun annoying the shit out of Steve”

“Don’t temp me with a good time sweetheart” Eddie said back with a huge smile.

You got dressed in your favorite outfit. High waisted black shorts with a black Dio tee. You had on little makeup and your hair was pulled back. You walked out of your trailer to spot Eddie.

“You look amazing y/n! Are you ready!”

You nodded hopping into the front seat like old times.

You entered the party and it was already insane. People were everywhere.

Before you knew it you were tipsy and lost track of Eddie. You finally spot him sitting on the couch completely wasted.

“Y/N! Look everyone it’s my sweetheart” Eddie called out.

You laughed a little, “should we start making our way home sir?”

“I love you y/n so so much” Eddie stated as he grabbed your hand.

“I love you too Eds”

“No I like really really love you y/n with all my heart”

Your stomach twisted a bit. As you pull Eddie up to stand and make your journey home.

As you get to his door you tell him, “well this is your stop”

He grabs onto your face with his thumbs on your cheeks, “I’m in love with you y/n you are all I ever wanted. Chrissy doesn’t know me like you do”

You blush

“I swear I’m breaking up with her tomorrow so you can be mine forever.”

“That sounds good Eds I’ll see you tomorrow”

You get him into his trailer than go to your butterflies filled your stomach. This is what you wanted for years, for him to finally notice you.

The next morning you got up excited to see Eddie, hoping he meant what he said the night before. But as you pull your curtain open you see Chrissy’s figure getting out of his bed and pulling a shirt on.

Your stomach drops. He was still with her. He didn’t mean what he said, he doesn’t want you.

#fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #madnessformunson #stranger things #chrissy stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #stranger thing fanfic #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x mayfield!reader #max mayfield #mayfield!reader

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cahrlotah · 2 years

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𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚

Trigger warning: dirty talk, fem x male sex, describing female anatomy, oral fem receiving, use of nicknames, unprotected sex, fingering, slight choking, hair pulling, ass slapping (?), reader riding Steve,

Word count: 1.8K

Pairing: Mayfield!reader x Steve H.

Friday night, just like every other night, I sit on my bed while I do my homework. Lately I’ve been focusing all my energy on my AP classes. The smell of vanilla and cinnamon fills up my room as some candles are lit to give it a cozy feeling.

I’m home alone, my mom and stepdad are on a dinner date, Billy is probably fucking a girl somewhere and Max is out with his group of friends. I look over to see the time just turning nine pm, when all of the sudden I hear a small bang on my window. I just ignore it, maybe it was the autumn air making one of the tree branches hit it. Another one, I walk towards the window to see better what is actually hitting it. The blinds slowly open, the cold night air hitting my face, no sign of strong enough winds to make the tree even move, I back out my face when suddenly a small rock hit my face. I whine as it hit near my eye.

“What the fuck!” I yell.

“Oh shit sorry” a boys voice says beneath me. I peak a little bit more only to see the infamous Steve Harrington looking at me. A big smile forms on my face, something deep inside of me knows that I needed him to stop by a few minutes today. “Can I come in?” His big brown eyes looking straight towards me. I nod quickly running towards the door. When I open it he is standing there, looking as handsome as ever, his hair lays messy on his head, his hand pushes it back. “Hi there, beautiful”, his arm rests on the doorframe as he shoots a bright big smile towards me. We slowly make our way towards my room. After we both enter my room he closes the door. I sit back on my bed while I look through all the papers when all of the sudden I feel how the mattress slowly sinks in next to me. My head turns around, Steve is sitting next to me, with a big smile on his face.

“Steve…” I start knowing where this is heading to.

“I know I know you need to study but come on, just a 10 minute break?” His brown puppy eyes looking directly into my soul, begging me to give him some attention. I look at the pile of papers laid on my bed and then I look back at him. Eventually I give in, I organise everything on a big pile and put it on my desk. “Back massage?” He asks , I nod to the much needed touch of my boyfriend. I lay back down the mattress, my back being the exposed part. Before starting, Steve turns off the main light of my room, leaving a small lamp open, giving my room a more relaxing atmosphere. His touch is soft , his hands are cold, when they touch my skin, goosebumps travel all over my body. His fingertips softly sinks into my skin, slowly massaging my sore muscles. He keeps massaging, when all of the sudden he touches a part on my lower back, provoking a small loan come out of me as he hits the right spot with his thumb. I know I can’t see Steve but I know he has a big smile on his face knowing he can make a mess out of me with just one touch.

His two hands on my waist, pressing on that right spot, provoking my whole body to whimper. His head goes to my neck, his lips pressing soft kisses on the back of my neck, while one his his hands moves my hair around has he moves his kisses around my neck.

I turn around, Steve positioning himself in between my legs while he kisses me.

“You look so beautiful” his hand inside my t-shirt, his hand grabs one of my boobs. His hip finally connects with mine my back arches a little bit, just to be closer to him. I can feel how in between his legs a boner is growing. His lips move from mine to my jack slowly moving to my neck where he softly sucks my skin, leaving small marks. Steve takes my t-shirt off, his mouth rarely leaving my skin, he throws it somewhere in my room.

His kisses travel throughout my torso, eventually stoping on my boobs. He grabs one of my nipples in between his teeth. My eyes are closed, my back is arched and my mouth is letting out soft moans as a reaction to his touches. After he lets my nipple alone, his wet lips slowly travel down my stomach, stoping at the hem of my pyjama bottoms. I look at him for the sudden stop and I find him looking straight at me with a big smile on his face, without saying a word he grabs the hem with his mouth slowly pulling the cotton shorts alongside my panties down.We look at each as he moves down, not breaking it at any point, his eyes fixated on mine. He moves his gaze, scanning my nude body, then he proceeds to kiss my feet all the way to my thighs, concentrating the longer kisses there, kissing my skin, his head in between my legs and his mouth so fucking close to my private area that I whine and pull his head towards it, but he stops. He looks at me again.

“Do you want this honey?” He slides his tongue in between my folds, I throw my head back, as feeling his tongue is a sensation I’ve missed.

“Fuck Steve, yeah” I moan, my fists clenching into my bed sheets.

“Sorry, princess, I haven’t quite gotten that, can you repeat it” his says this in a cocky tone.

“Fucking shit please Steve, fucking destroy me. I’ve been needing you for some days now” he grinds, this words bursting his ego even more. His tongue touches me again while his hands sink on my thighs. My hands quickly grab his hair, moans filling the room. “ Don’t you fucking stop, I beg you Steve” his tongue moves faster, he takes one of his hands off my thigh and moves it to my clit, his thumb circling my clit. Somehow I’m already seeing the stars with this man in between my legs.

Steves changes his mouth for his fingers, moving his upper body towards mine, his lips capturing my moan as he enters some of his fingers inside of me.

“So fucking wet for me, I love it” his lips crash into mine. The make out session intensifies, his fingers come out of me. He stands on his knees, taking off his t-shirt . “Enjoying the view pretty?” His cocky smile, plastered on his face. I nod, the dim light forming perfect shadows all over his abs and torso, making him look like a greek god under the Mediterranean sun. I bite my lower lip. I sit down, while I unbuckle his belt, the clicking noise of the metal mixes with the night sounds.

“Such a good girl for me” Steve whispers as his hand caresses my cheek. He quickly gets rid of the rest of the clothing items he has left. He jumps back to bed, more specific in between my legs, he rests his body on his hands situated one on each side, the tip of his dick rubbing my clit as he slowly moves back and forward teasing me.

“Fucking shit Steve, stop teasing” I cry out loud, begging for his touch, to feel him inside of me, and when I was going to beg for more, he enters me. At first he goes slowly, his hips crash into mine while the sound of our, mostly quiet moans fill up the room. He fastens his pace, one of his hands around my neck while the other is gripping into my bed sheets. He pulls out and makes me turn around, there is no need for him to tell me anything as I know what he wants me to do. I am in all fours, with my forearms on the soft blanket that covers the end of my bed.

“Fucking shit baby” he slaps my ass, a moan scapes my mount provoking a big smile on hi face. “You fucking liked that, huh?” He asks teasingly as his hand touches my ass cheek once more. He enters me, his hand placed on my hips, marking the rhythm, at first slow, both of us enjoying the pleasure . Steve’s hips speed up as he builds up his stamina preparing to orgasms.

He slides out, and without a word he places me on top of him, my hands on his shoulders and his on my hips moving them slowly. His eyes are closed while his mouth is slightly open forming a small O, his lips plumped from all the kissing, he looks eternal under the candle lights and the slight moonlight coming through my window. I wish this moment could last forever, us as one.

Slowly a tight know feeling starts forming at the bottom of my torso, I know he is close too as he grabs into my flesh harder. He is now looking into my eyer, or should I say into my soul?

Everything in this moment is perfect, I have the love of my life looking at me as if I was a greek goddess, a daughter of Aphrodite or one of the nymphs. When all of the sudden the door of my room opens wide open.

“(Y/N) I really need your help. Lucas is being a little shi-…AHHHHHH!” Max, my sister, screams when she sees what was going on in my room.

“Holy fuck, Max get the fuck out!” I scream, throwing a pillow towards her direction.

“Shit (Y/N) I didn’t know, holy fuck I’m going to be traumatised for life after this” she mumbles as she closes the door.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit” Steve starts to panic, he quickly grabs his clothes and puts them on, “ Holy shit, I think we just traumatised your little sister, and if Billy knows this I’m fucking dead, holy fuck” he walks in circles, as I put on some clothes.When I can finally stop him, I cup his face as I kiss him.

“Everything is going to be okay, she is not going to tell Bill” I assure him, his hands lay on my waist as mine are around his neck.

#steve x reader #steve harrington smut #Steve Harrington x mayfield!reader #mayfield!reader #steve harrington x fem #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington fanfic #steve x you #steve harrington x reader

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jjwantsme · 1 year

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Dear Billy,

s.h

Pairing: steve harrington x mayfield!exgirlfriend!reader

Summary: y/n never had an easy life- and vecna certainly has no intention to make it any easier.

Warning: basically the reader goes through everything in ep4 instead of max, i changed a few details, max doesnt exist in this!!, wayyyy too long, not proof read, cussing, mentions of death, mentions of trauma, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angsty angst angst!!!,sad steeb, depressed reader, lmk if im missing anything!!!

authors note: i rlly love this :,) lmk if ud like a part 2. I was rewatching season4 and this idea hit me like a fucking truck. Also sorry if this is ass😭

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Nancy and Robin ran into the closed high school, quickly making their way to the counselor office steve mentioned.

They didn’t know exactly what was going on, or how to fix it, but they knew y/n was in trouble; and that was enough to make them worry.

Y/n had been Robin’s best friend for years now, she was the first person to know her sexuality and the first person to validate her identity as whole. Knowing she could be in danger made Robin’s hands shake, and it wasn’t a feeling she could get used to.

“It was here. Right here!” Y/n testified to the friend group as they stared at a brick wall, trying to imagine what she might have seen. “A grandfather clock?” Nancy raised her eyebrows at the girl, her tone indicating that she was having some trouble believing the story.

Y/n and nancy had a…complicated friendship- if you could even call it that. Both of them being ex-lovers of steve definitely rose tension between them, unspoken tension, which happened to be the worst possible kind. Y/n hoped that maybe things would change after she left steve, maybe nancy would stop side-eyeing her in class and purposely ignoring her when the group met up. But, same as always, there was no truce. What more could she possibly want?

“it was so real,” y/n’s voice shook, “and then when i got closer, suddenly it just-…i woke up.”

“It was like she was in a…trance, or something.” Dustin cut in, “Exactly what Eddie said happened to Chrissy.”

Steve stayed quiet, just looking at the back of y/n’s head. He met her in the fall of ‘84, much to dustin’s assistance. He introduced the two of them when they needed her help creatinf a trap, and he swears he could immediately see the hearts in ole’ steve’s eyes.

Y/n, on the other hand, didn’t give in as quickly. She came from a broken home, didn’t trust people as easily. It wasn’t until Christmas that she let him have her number. And it wasn’t until all the way in spring of ‘85 when she finally let the poor boy be her boyfriend.

Even when they broke up, steve still cared way too much for her- and he would do anything to prove it…even if it meant having to kick vecna’s ass.

“Okay, be honest, uh,” Steve sighed, “do you guys understand any of this?”

Him, Dustin, and Lucas had been studying old articles for hours now, desperately trying to find clues on how to avoid y/n becoming the next victim.

Steve would be lying if he said this was his ideal morning routine, but, it was worth it to save his girl.

“No.” Lucas exasperated, obviously exhausted.

“Pretty straightforward.” Dustin shrugged.

Steve scoffed, “Oh, straightforward? Really?”

“Well, what’s confusing to you?” The younger boy sat up, “So far, everyone vecna has cursed has died- except for this old Victor Creel dude that Nancy found. He’s the only known survivor! If anyone knows how to beat this curse, it’s him!”

“Okay, yeah well that’s assuming he was cursed, Henderson, which we don’t even know. How can vecna have existed in the ‘50s? It doesn’t make sense.” Steve rubbed forehead in distress.

Dustin looked at him like he was an idiot, which wasn’t too far from the truth, “Far as we know, Eleven didn’t create the upside down- she opened a gate to it.”

Steve looked at him now, starting to piece the puzzle together.

“The upside down has probably been around for thousands of years!”

Steve just shook his head, sitting in a chair as he was too emotionally and psychically exhausted to have a scientific debate with Dustin Henderson.

Dustin leaned over a little to get a better look at y/n, before looking over at the other two boys, “any idea what she’s writing?”

Steve turned around to get a better look at her.

“Did she sleep?”

“I mean…would you?”

Steve looked down before turning back around, looking down at the newspaper and pretending to flip through the pages just to distract himself.

He felt useless. His angel was going to die. His angel would be taking her last breaths, and he had absolutely no idea how to stop it. Hell, he didn’t even know if it was possible to stop it!

He promised her he’d her safe when they were dating, and he swore to keep that promise even after they broke up. But now that promise was slowly being broken into pieces, and no matter what steve did, he couldn’t put them back together.

Y/n quickly finished the sentence she was writing, before pausing her movements as she felt glares on her. “I know you guys are staring at me.”

“What, sorry?”

“You said you needed something?”

“Just hanging out.” Steve fiddled with a tennis ball in his hands

Y/n sighed, collecting all of her letters, “How you think your eyes boring into the back of my head is protecting me from vecna? I don’t know.”

Y/n stood up and walked towards them as she shuffled the envelopes, her eyes shifting towards them when she noticed they were still dilly-dallying. “You can look at me now.”

“Thank you, sorry.”

“Sorry.”

“For you,” she handed an envelope to dustin.

“For you,” she handed another to lucas.

“And, um…you.” She handed one more to steve, trying her best not to meet his eyes., “Oh, and uhm, gives these to mike, el, and will- if you can ever get ahold of them again.”

Her eyes went wide as she watched dustin begin to open his, “hey, no, what are you doing?! No, don’t- that’s not for now, don’t open it now!”

Dustin slowly nodded, “Okay…i’m sorry, what is this?”

“It’s um…it’s a fail safe. Y’know, for after…if things don’t work out.” Y/n sniffled as she explained.

Steve immediately shook his head, placing his gifted envelope on the coffee table, “wait, woah. Y/n…things are gonna work out,”

“No.” She cut him off, “No, okay, i don’t need you to reassure me right now and tell me that it’s all gonna work out, because people have been telling me that my entire life and it’s almost never true. It’s never true!

Steve deflated into his seat, feeling like another part of the promise had just been broken off in front of him.

“I mean, of course this asshole curses me.” She looked at steve then back at the floor, “I should’ve seen that one coming.”

Steve couldn’t help but feel like her little rant was directed more towards him than anyone else. He was the one who told her that everything would be okay, that billy would be saved and their family would stay secure. He didn’t even know it, but he had lied to her.

It wasn’t too long after that when she broke up with him. It was too much- the grief, the depression, watching her step-dad leave them with nothing. Her life was falling apart, and even steve couldn’t fix that.

Steve was never cold to her, even after everything was said and done. He still tried to say hey to her when he they ran in to each other on the street, invite her to basketball games when he knew robin would be there. She turned him down though. Every single time. But he didn’t really care.

He couldn’t give up on her. He just couldn’t.

Y/n looked at the walkie-talkie and picked it up, “hey, if we go to East Hawkins will this still pick up Pennhurst?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Steve shook his head, “wait, why are we talking about East Hawkins?”

Y/n moved her eyes to him.

“No.”

She ignored his decline and started trotting up the stairs. Steve groaned and followed after her, the boys not far behind him.

“Y/n! Y/n, seriously, i’m not joking, okay? I’m not driving you anywhere!”

She just huffed in reply, “Steve, if you think i’m going to spend what is likely the last day of my life in the armpit that is Nancy Wheeler’s basement, then you’re out of your mind.”

They followed y/n all the way outside and to steve’s car- and by this point it was evident that she won the argument.

She went to open the door but frowned when she discovered that it was locked shut. She turned to her ex-boyfriend, “Open the door.”

“Uh, no.”

“Please, steve.”

Steve looked at her for a second. Those eyes. Those goddamn doe eyes. Lord, he gives in every time.

He sighed and unlocked the car before getting in, “Henderson, that little super-walkie of yours, better reach Pennhurst.”

Steve stopped his car at the graveyard, as y/n requested, and she wasted no time getting out of the car.

“Y/n!” Steve got out to chase after her.

“Steve, please, just stay in the car!”

“Y/n, just wait,” he caught up to her, “just listen to me, just, please!”

Y/n stayed in her place and looked at him, indicating that he was allowed to speak.

“I…I know you’ve something happened back there with your mother…was it vecna?”

Y/n sighed and looked away. He was right. It was vecna. And it wasn’t a very pleasant visit, either.

“I told you, i’m fine. Okay? I mean, as fine as someone who’s hurtling towards a gruesome death can be.”

“Y/n…” he grabbed her hand, “you know you can talk to me, right?”

“Yeah, sure, i know that.”

“Okay, then why do you keep pushing me away? Y/n, I love you,”

Y/n shook her head, “Stop saying that.”

“I do, y/n, I do love you! I don’t need a letter- I don’t want a letter, just talk to me. To your friends. We’re right here…” he paused and sighed, intertwining their fingers, “I’m right here. Okay? I’m here.”

Y/n let a tear slide down her cheek and looked back into his eyes, “Just…wait in the car, this won’t be long.”

Steve felt another piece break as she let go of his hand and continued walking in the other direction, leaving him behind.

Y/n sat cross-legged in-front of her older brother’s grave, and opened his envelope as more chilling tears flowed down her cheeks.

“Dear billy,” she took a deep breath.

“I don’t know if you can even hear this. Two years ago i would’ve said ‘That’s ridiculous, impossible’- but that’s before I found out about alternate dimensions and monsters, so I’m just going to stop assuming that i know anything. So much has happened since you left. Your dad was a total mess. He and my mom started getting into fights…b-bad fights. I don’t think he could stand being here without you, so he left. And he didn’t leave mom much. She’s taken an extra job, and we moved to that lovely trailer off Kerley. I broke up with Steve, and started avoiding him like the plague. Basically, ever since you left, everything’s been a…total disaster. And the worst part is, I can’t tell anyone why you’re gone. I play the moment you died back in my head all the time, and sometimes I imagine myself running to you and pulling you away.” She took a breath to wipe away her tears with her sleeve.

“I imagine that if i had, you would still be here, and everything would be…” she let out a sob, “everything would be right again. We would’ve become friends- good friends, like a real brother and sister. I would still be with steve and y’all would become close, and you would be his best man at our wedding. And I know that’s stupid. You hated me, I hated you. But I thought that maybe…maybe we could try again. But that’s not what happened. I just stood there and I watched.”

She let out another sob, “For a while, i tried to be happy, normal. But I…I think that maybe a part of me died that day too- and i haven’t told anyone this, not even steve. I-I just can’t. But I had to tell you, before it’s too late. If you can even hear this. I really hope that you can. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Billy. Love, your annoying shitty little sister, Y/n.”

She began putting the envelope back, when suddenly she saw dark cloud crowd above her and a wicked chuckle, wind blowing through her hair.

“Y/n.”

Steve impatiently tapped his finger against his car door before checking his watch and getting up, “Alright, it’d been long enough,”

“Steve, just give her some time,”

“I have, alright, Sinclair?! I’m calling it, if she wants to yell at me, she can.”

Steve jogged towards where he saw her sitting, “Y/n! Time to giddy-up, yeah?”

His breath shook when he noticed how she didn’t move an inch, “Y/n…”

He felt tears in his eyes and shook her shoulder when he saw her eyes white-out, “Y/n, y/n!”

“I’ve been waiting to hear those words, y/n. Waiting so very long.”

Y/n gulped as she watched her deceased older brother walk towards her, “But it wasn’t the full truth, was it, y/n?”

He wiped a tear from her cheek, “Y’know, I think there’s a part of you, buried somewhere deep, that wanted me to die that day. You were maybe even relieved, happy.”

“B-Billy, no, that’s not true,”

“That’s why you stood there, isn’t it, y/n?” He tilted his head, “It’s okay, you can admit it now. No more lies. No more hiding.”

“Billy, that’s not true, I swear, I swear it’s not true,” She kept shaking her head.

“That is why you feel such guilt, why you hide from steve, from your friends, from the world- and why, late at night, you have sometimes wished to follow me. To follow me into death. That is why I am here, max. To end your suffering, once and for all.”

“No!” Y/n cried, breathing heavily as she ran the other way, as fast as she could.

She didn’t get very far, though, as she felt something wrap around her ankle and pull her towards an evil being, one that she assumed was vecna himself.

“Shit!”

It pulled her until cornering her onto a pillard, wrapping around her arms and legs until she couldn’t move.

Suddenly, she felt confusion as she heard her favorite song fill her ears.

She looked in the distsnce and saw the boys, yelling at her to come down.

“They can’t help you, y/n,” vecna’s deep voice startled her, “there’s a reason you hide from him, a reason you left him. You don’t belong with him. You belong here with me.”

“You’re not really here,” y/n struggled to rasp out, her throat closing due to the pressure around it.

“Oh, but I am, y/n. I am.” He rested her hand above her face.

She let out a cry as her life began flashing before her eyes.

Moving to Hawkins.

Meeting dustin and lucas at the skatepark.

Meeting steve.

Teaching eleven how to braid hair

Her first kiss with steve, in the front seat of his car.

Steve asking her out, sealing their relationship with a kiss.

Steve holding her while she cried, kissing her head.

Y/n processed it all as she noticed her left arm being freed, and she didn’t think twice before ripping out one of his tentacles, making him wince and let go of her.

She let out a breath and quickly got up to run, going as fast as she could as she tried her best to avoid obstacles as she headed towards the hole where she could see Steve and the boys.

She didn’t think she would make it.

But then, she was back, she opened her eyes and she was back in Steve’s arms.

“Y/n!”

“Y/n, oh my god!”

Steve wrapped his arms around her tightly as they both panted, “I thought we lost you, I thought I lost you.”

“I’m still here!” Y/n cried out in between breaths, grabbing one of his hands, “I’m still here.”

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ameliora-j · 2 years

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Eddie protecting Mayfield!reader from Billy

running to his house when billy is in one of his moods. and he’s literally just a friend atp. and he srill drags you in and keeps you warm, even feeds you some shitty mac n cheese </3

#nani’s angels 👼🏽#fanmail 💌#mayfield!reader #billy hargrove #eddie munson

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dopelavender · 2 years

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stranger things fans after the illegal events of vol. 2

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munsonson · 1 year

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𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏『••✎••』

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯/𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯/𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4

This shouldn’t hurt as much as it does.

Things could’ve ended far worse than they actually did. Hell, most of the couples in their school tended to make breakups as dramatic as possible, normally painting one half of the relationship as some kind if irredeemable monster, if not to paint them as this sympathetic martyr, than just to save face that it actually hurt.

In her case, Eddie Munson told her they just weren’t a good match and he wanted to be friends again instead. That was as healthy as they could possibly get. And in the best case scenario, too, she’d still be able to have him be a part of her life. She didn’t think she could stand the thought of seeing him in the halls and not being able to acknowledge him.

She’d fallen hard and fast for Eddie, embarrassingly so.

Given the heavy duty of designated driver for the little hooligans she’d somehow decided to adopt with Steve Harrington, she’d gotten accustomed to waiting in the high school parking lot, her nose pressed into the creases of her current novel while she waited for them to finish their important campaigns, all procured from the brilliant mind of Eddie Munson.

She’d known him before then, too, but only in passing. He’d often make a big spectacle of himself in the cafeteria just to bug the other students, and he held the record as super senior. But she’d never even talked to him until she saw him walk the boys out after a seemingly successful campaign, his arms wrapped tightly around Dustin and Lucas’ shoulders as he praised them.

He’d acknowledged her when he got to her car.

“My fair maiden,” he’d said, “I apologize for the delay.”

She’d blubbered out some kind of half-hearted response, good enough to make him laugh, and that made her heart go a million miles a minute.

It didn’t take long before she’d gotten the courage to ask him out, even if it was just for coffee. He was surprised, but he agreed.

It had been nice, he even drove her home after. She probably should’ve seen the signs then because he didn’t suggest a second meet up, she had instead. And he’d agreed.

It was about a month before they made themselves official, in Hawkins High language, practically married. But it really just meant she got to hold his hand between classes and get quick kisses goodbye when it was time to separate, somehow always on her cheek than her lips.

She’d thought their dates were fun; it was a lot of pressure since he always left it up to her, never having any other idea than lounging about her home and just watching TV. But she was the one who thought of renting movies for horror marathons, figuring it was up his alley. She thought of bowling and drive-in theaters and picnicking near the quarry for its desolate atmosphere, another thing she figured was right up his alley.

But things came to an underwhelming end when Eddie approached her at her locker on some random Thursday to tell her things just weren’t working out and he wanted to stay as friends. Despite how much even that had hurt, she agreed. She didn’t want to make him do anything he regretted.

She could still be friends with him, happily so. That meant she could still sit with him at lunch, hear his outlandish tales, and be able to admire him from afar, even if she was no longer able to touch him and hold his hand.

“Be honest,” she’d heard Gareth say as she approached with her tray, “what really happened? You know, most guys woulda killed to be able to take her out, the fact she stuck around for months is surprising enough.”

Eddie shrugs, chewing absentmindedly on a pretzel he’d brought. She would pack him lunches when they were together since he always forgot and resorted to eating prepackaged things instead. Since they broke up, it seemed like old habits really did die hard.

“To tell you the truth,” he starts rather dramatically, “no substance. Pretty face, nice voice, real sweet, but God, boring as all hell.” He runs a hand down his face. The other boys seemed surprised. Dustin and Mike share a look, but say nothing, clearly waiting to hear more. Because there was no way it could be just that. There had to be more. They knew her better than anyone, had been through so much with her. What could be the real reason Eddie broke things off?

“And?” Dustin coaxes.

“And what?”

“Dude, seriously?” Mike scoffs. “She wasn’t interesting enough for you?”

Eddie shakes his head. “Look, she’s a great gal. And I know you guys are super close, which is awesome, but we just weren’t the best match. And I felt like shit that she was putting in all of the effort when I wasn’t interested. Now she’s free to...I dunno...find someone boring, too.” He sniggers, elbowing Jeff beside him trying to get him to laugh, too, but he could see how upset Dustin and Mike were.

Luckily, for her sake, they didn’t notice her standing there, having overheard everything. Spinning right back around, she’d ditched her tray onto one of the trash bins before leaving the cafeteria completely before there was a chance anyone could see her tears.

God, it shouldn’t hurt as much as it does, she thinks again. He was more than welcome to have his own opinion, but why did it have to be something like that?

He was right, she wasn’t exactly Chrissy Cunningham or Heather Holloway, being this huge spectacle that made every new day more exciting than the last. All things considered, sometimes too much excitement frightened her. Having risked her life at least once a year for nearly four years now made her yearn for the more simple things. It was stupid of her to think Eddie would want the same. Eddie Munson, who liked to make scenes in the cafeteria and rock out in a bar with his band. He didn’t crave the simplicity of life like she did.

She didn’t go back into that cafeteria for the remaining of the lunch period. In fact, she’d decided to skip the rest of the day completely, knowing she shared three periods with Eddie and right now she really didn’t want to see him. She just wanted to get away, leave herself to her own thoughts to try to calm down.

Well, that really only lasted for ten minutes because she found herself pulling into the small parking lot into Family Video. She spots Steve’s car at the far end and knows he’s inside. It was childish of her to go running and crying to Steve Harrington, who she knew would take her side and say all the cruel things about Eddie that she couldn’t bring herself to because she really just needed someone on her side right now. Aside from Dustin and Mike, of course. She wouldn’t forget how they jumped to her defense.

The little bell rings at the top of the door as she walks in, startling Steve into consciousness, who seemed to be snoozing on the edge of the counter, drool pooled across his forearm. He wipes feverishly at his face and blinks unfocused in her direction, trying to situate himself quickly into his customer service face.

“Welcome to Fam-Jesus, you scared me,” he cuts himself off when he at last realizes it’s her. Confused, he turns to glance at the clock hung up on the wall. “Don’t tell me school’s out already? You beat Robin here.”

“No, I’m playing hooky,” she shakes her head, unsteadily moving towards the counter.

“What? You? I’m sorry, am I still dreaming?” Steve asks dramatically. “Since when do you, of all people, ever skip class? I’d sooner believe Nancy doing it than you.”

“Just...needed a break s’all,” she says with a shrug, looking around. “Keith not here?”

“Nah, he’s off today. Something about a new graphic novel he’s been dying to get. Says he’d have to wait overnight just to get one of the first editions. I don’t know, I don’t really listen to him unless he’s handing over my check,” Steve said. She leans up against the counter, trying to act casual. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t things be okay?”

“Well, for one, having to clarify that things are supposed to be okay when asked if everything’s okay is a pretty big indicator that things aren’t, in fact, okay.” Steve says with a laugh. “So everything’s not okay, then?”

“Everything’s okay,” she lies. “I just...can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

She isn’t sure how to come out and say it without sounding stupid. Better, she can’t figure out a way to come out and say it without sounding completely pathetic. But this was Steve, he was the king of asking her embarrassing things. He even called her once at three in the morning to ask how long you were supposed to leave cookies in the oven for. The follow up question was how to get the burnt smell out before his mom came home.

“Am I boring?”

Steve tilts his head. “Huh?”

“Am I boring, Steve? Am I boring?”

“No? Who gave you that idea?” Steve snorts, like he thinks it was a foolish thing to ask. “Whoever it is clearly hasn’t seen you handle a crowbar.” He was referencing when she’d nabbed a crowbar from the junkyard lot to fend off the demodogs with him, all to protect the little ones in the bus. She doesn’t want to remember that right now, not when it makes her feel cold inside.

“Nobody, I just...I dunno, I just think that maybe I’m not as exciting as, like...you o-or Rob or Nancy or, hell, even Jonathan.”

“Nonsense, you’re a badass! True story, you know I wouldn’t say that about just any...” Steve trails off, finally really looking at her. “Hey...hey, why are you really askin’ me that? Something happen? Someone say something to you?”

“No, Steve, I was just asking.”

“You’re lying,” he accuses. “Who was it, was it Byers? Nancy? Not Robin...”

“No! No, Steve, they didn’t say anything, please just drop it. I shouldn’t have asked.”

Steve’s face eventually relaxes, having realized he knew exactly who she was talking about.

“Munson.”

She shakes her head. “Stop it, Steve.”

“What did he say? I thought he just wanted to be friends, where’s all this coming from?” he asked. There were too many questions being thrown at her. She doesn’t want to cry, especially not in front of him, but as soon as she feels her cheek dampen that was it. Soon she was burying her face in her hands and trying to stop the little whimpers from coming out.

She doesn’t notice Steve leap easily over the counter. He pulls her close, shushing her quietly.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset,” he says. She sniffles, wrapping her arms around him. He’s petting her hair, kissing the crown of her head, trying his damndest to get her to calm down and talk to him. He was the perfect person to come to, she now realizes. Her subconscious knew Steve was the answer.

When she finally stopped crying, he at last let her go, giving her some space.

She rubs the tears from her eyes and wipes the tears on her jeans.

“Want me to kill him?” he asks jokingly. She laughs. He smiles again. “What happened? Can you tell me now?”

She told him what Eddie had said, the real reason he’d broken up with her and how she ran from the cafeteria and came here. Steve was reasonably upset, but he didn’t want to make it all about pounding Eddie into a pulp, he knew she needed her friend right now and he was prepared to be just that.

“Hey, screw him,” Steve scoffs, throwing an arm over her shoulders and pulling her back into his chest. “You’re far from boring, believe me, and honestly if you ask me you could do so much better than Eddie Munson. The guy picks his nose. I saw him once. It was gnarly.”

She’s laughing again, playfully hitting him.

“Thank you, Steve,” she says, “I’m sorry to dump all this on you, I just needed someone to talk to, you know?”

“Well, you came to the right guy. I can’t tell you it gets much better from public humiliation, but I can tell you that you find much better shit to focus on. Like this obviously stellar job. Robin. My new stereo I saved up for. And...well, you.” He playfully flicks her nose. She wrinkles her nose and swats his hand away. “Eddie doesn’t know what he’s talkin’ about. But I know he’s gonna kick himself in the ass when he realizes he lost a girl like you.”

“Yeah, you’re just saying that ‘cause you’re my friend.”

“Not true, I also wanna bug you for your famous cookies.” Steve winks.

“I can bring them to you tonight, then.” she said, patting his arm. “I should get going. Um...you clearly are very busy and I don’t wanna keep you from doing your job.”

“I know, such a bad influence. The gateway rebellion was skipping class. Now it’s job defiance,” Steve chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey, um...if you want, when you come by tonight, maybe you could stick around? Was gonna rifle through the back, borrow some flicks to waste my evening away. Free to join me if you want? Robin flaked out on me, says she’s doing some band practice with Vicky. Didn’t ask for details.”

She thinks about it and smiles. “Sounds like fun. Girls’ night.”

“Invitation rescinded!” Steve shouts, turning away.

“No, I’m kidding, I’m kidding, stop!” she protests, giggling. “I’ll bring cookies and pizza, Steve. I’ll be there.”

“Alright, then,” Steve said. “Um...hey, don’t worry about Eddie, alright? He’s just being a dick. And honestly, apart from his relationship with the rugrats, he’s still gonna be a dick. He missed out on a girl like you. Clearly he’s a martian.”

“Doesn’t mean much when I’m from Hawkins. But thank you, Steve. I’ll see you tonight,” she says, squeezing his hand and finally leaving the store back to her car. She left feeling much lighter than she had going in. He was right. Forget Eddie. If he thought she was so boring he clearly didn’t need her around him. She had other friends, friends like Steve.

Smiling to herself, she climbs into the driver’s seat and turns the key into the ignition, hearing the engine roar to life.

Things would be just fine.

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Hear me out on this one, Eddie Munson is about to have his moment. Look at the way everyone is looking at him, intently listening to what he has to say, I don't know what's going on here, but I do know that this is most likely going to be a confidence-boosting moment for Eddie where he gets to shine.

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Lipstick Stains

Billy Hargrove x Harrington FemReader

Summary: There has been some new gossip floating through Hawkins High. The gossip being that Billy has a lipstick stain that just so happens to match a certain girl's iconic shade.

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You were a Harrington. You had a certain standing that you had to keep cause of the expectations of your parents. One of those expectations were not making out with Billy Hargrove in his car in the back of the school parking lot during lunch. But your parents were never home so you didn't really give a damn.

"Billy we have to go back into the school at some point." You said releasing your lips from his. As you tried to pull back he pulled you in for another quick kiss.

"Oh come on, we don't have to." He smirked to you.

"Listen Mr. Bad Boy, I know you don't like school but I have a test." You said to him. He gave you a small pout at your response to which you just laughed at him. "You also messed up my lipstick." You said as you flipped the visor down to use the mirror to reapply your dark red lipstick.

"That's not the only thing I can mess up." He joked. You just gave him the look, he knew the look. It didn't need a name.

"Well Hargrove I have to get going." You brought yourself close to kiss his neck then up to the apple of his freckled cheeks. You collected you things to go back into the school before the bell. Before you shut the door you look back at Billy to see the two kiss marks that you left on him. You just smiled at him.

"Love ya, see you later." You said then shut the door to go to the school.

Billy continued with his day like usual. Thinking that nothing would go out of the ordinary. He knew he was hot shit so people were staring at him as perusal but he didn't know what they were staring at. In each class he had stares his way, to which he had to tell some off for looking too long.

"Nice job man." Tommy Hagan laughed as he patted his back. Billy was just confused about what he was talking about but he continued as nothing was wrong. The bell rang through the halls to signal that the school day was over. Billy made his way to the doors top the parking lot to leave when he saw a certain Steve Harrington staring him down from his locker.

"You got a problem Harrington?" He asked.

"Yeah, not with you though." Steve replied slamming his locker shut to go find a certain sister of his. Billy didn't know that, he was just confused and thought nothing of it. He finally was able to make it to his Camaro to wait for Max. Students around him were still looking at him. Some girls looking in distaste, not at him but at the kiss marks on his cheeks. Some guys were just laugh in congrats to him. Billy just wanted to get the hell out and get Max home so he can go see his girlfriend. Billy looked over to see a certain red head making her way over to his car.

"Get in shit-bird, I got places to be." He said as he got in the drivers seat while Max got in the passenger seat. She just stared at him, more than she would usually. Which is not at all. Billy glanced at her a few times.

"What?" He asked annoyed with her staring.

"What's on your face?" She asked. Billy was confused until he thought back to lunch. He grabbed his sun visor to look himself in the mirror to see the two kiss marks on him. Just as he thought, one on his cheek and the other on his neck. He just laughed what he was looking at.

"Well that explains a Lot." He sighed starting his car to drive away.

Later that day Billy was able to make it to the Harrington house hold. Instead of parking down the street, he parked in the driveway. Instead of climbing through the window of his girlfriends bedroom, he simply knocked the front door of her house. Which, unfortunately, the other Harrington answered. He and Steve just stared at one another for a moment.

"Hargrove."

"Harrington."

"What are you doing here?"

"I think you know why exactly I'm here, or you don't."

"I do know why you're here." Steve stated sternly.

"Then tell me, why am I here?" Billy gabbed at him with a smirk playing on his face.

"Can you guys stop having a dick measuring contest for once." Your voice was heard in a very much over it tone. "Get out of here Steve."

"But-" You stopped him from continuing.

"Eh, I don't wanna hear any more then I already have. You're being a Buttface." You sassed at him. "Now I would like to talk to my boyfriend."

Steve just rolled his eyes and sighed. Walking away from his enemy and his sister in the same door way. You turn your head back to Billy with a grin on your face.

"So what are you doing here, handsome."

"Well, I am here to see my girlfriend that I have to have a small chat about." His voice going a slight octave lower. Something that you loved.

"And what do you have to chat about?" You stilled teased at him.

"Well I made out with this gorgeous woman at lunch, and after I thought my day would go by like usual. But I had people staring at me all day. I didn't know why until I looked into the mirror to find that the exact pretty girl I was kissing left some marks on me." He explained to you. "Now I am at said pretty girls house to get a reason why she did that."

"Well I think she just wanted to have a bit of fun with you, if you ask me."

"Well as much as I love that, I think I would love to have some fun with her right now."

"Well you'er gonna have to wait on that, handsome." You said." Big Bro ain't to happy with me, I've been getting an ear full for the past hour."

"I can wait." He reassured. "I will always wait for you, gorgeous." You just smiled at him and dragged him into your house.

"Is he staying long?" Steve's distant voice was heard.

"Shut up Steve." You yelled out to him. "Like I said, ear full all day."

You and Billy just laughed at the situation. But at least you both can enjoy each others company in the end.

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I hope y'all enjoyed this. Sorry if it is short. I know I haven't been to active, writing wise, lately. I'm trying to get through school right now.

I will try to get more out for Boots and Trumpets, and Practically Magic later.

Thank you for reading.

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💌Red Letters to Nowhere💌

A/N: This is the first chapter of my Stepbrother! Billy Hargrove x Mayfield! Reader fic! There will be many, MANY more flashbacks and encounters with other characters (Steve Harrington x Reader, Nancy Wheeler x Reader, and Eddie Munson x Reader to name a few) and some other relationship mentions throughout (like Harringrove and Hellcheer!). I hope you enjoy reading as much as I have writing. 💕

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💌CHAPTER ONE: Move-In Day💌

Hawkins, Indiana. You’d never heard of it. To make matters more nerve wracking, you, your mom, and your little sister, Max, were moving to the middle of nowhere to shack up with her new husband and his son. You had met Neil Hargrove a few times when he came to visit from California, and he seemed nice enough. That’s the keyword – seemed. There was something intense about him that made you uneasy, and Max agreed that even though your mom seemed to be head over heels for the mustached, steam pressed, ordinary tryhard of a man, the two of you would keep a calculated distance from him pending further review.

The car ride was excruciatingly long, and you and Max each had your own walkman to keep you company, trading tapes every so often and sharing whatever snacks you could snag at the last gas station you happened upon. Your mom didn’t seem to realize the two of you were immersed in your high-volume music as you watched her lips move, undoubtedly chattering away about all of the fun features of the new town you were doomed to spend the impending school year in. Max rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat, her gaze drifting out the window and eventually coming to a close for yet another nap after receiving the report from your mom of “Only two more hours until we’re there!”

Deciding the only thing more painful than dreading the uncertainty of where you were headed was actually hearing confirmations of the bleak outlook to be endured, you decided to follow Max’s lead, eyes closing, letting the sounds of Alice Cooper lull you into the last nap you would take on your way to your new home in Hawkins.

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“And these are your new sisters,” Neil explained with no trace of enthusiasm to his son in the driveway of your new home. “Billy, don’t be rude. Shake hands,” he instructed sternly.

Billy held out his right hand for you to take, his jaw clenched, expression unchanging as he let out a flat, “Welcome home.” His handshake was firm, and he didn’t make eye contact with you or Max as he stood before you.

“Thanks,” you replied, testing a small smile. Again, his expression didn’t soften.

“Why don’t you go help Susan with some of the boxes,” Neil muttered to Billy, the stern coldness in his eyes revealing that this was more of a command than a suggestion.

“Yes, sir,” Billy responded, already stepping down the driveway toward your mom’s car.

Once Billy was out of earshot, Neil turned to you and your sister and put on his best impression of a smile. “I hope the drive wasn’t too long for you girls,” he offered.

“It was okay,” you answered him, attempting to mirror the almost smile. The three of you basked in the awkwardness before Max piped up with a question.

“Will we be sharing a room?” She already knew the answer because your mom wouldn’t shut up about how excited the two of you should be to get your own bedrooms for the first time in your lives.

“Not at all,” Neil answered almost cheerfully. “Why don’t I show you two around, and you can get settled while we bring in your things?” Neil held out an arm, gesturing toward the front door of your new home, and you and Max trudged forward with your backpacks and snacks in tow.

The house wasn’t large, but it was more than you were used to, coming from the two bedroom, one bathroom townhome you had shared with your mother and sister for the last six years. Four bedrooms, – one for you, Max, Billy, and your mom and Neil – two bathrooms, a fireplace, and a separate kitchen, living room, and dining area. You even had your own yard complete with a tire swing, and you knew that would be a big bonus for Max.

“I hope you won’t mind sharing a bathroom with Billy,” Neil sighed almost apologetically. “He keeps things clean, so you won’t have to worry about that. But if you have any trouble at all with him, you just let me know.” Neil’s eyes were icy and cold as he spoke, his teeth gritting together at the end of his sentence. You were a bit taken aback at how he talked about his own son.

“What…kind of trouble?” His expression softened immediately, and he tried again at his smile.

“Well, you know, boys will be boys. He’s a good kid, but sometimes his attitude needs some…adjusting,” he explained. “I’ll be outside helping your mother. If you need anything, don’t be shy.” Neil rapped a couple of times on the doorframe and exited your new room. You felt all tension dissipate the moment he was gone, and you took the time to glance around your new space. You had enough room for all of your posters. A queen size bed rested in one corner with shelves above it, a full size closet at the end of the bed, and a window with a desk underneath it on the wall opposite the sleeping corner - perfect for studying after school. You could get used to this.

You were pulled from your thoughts with the muffled clatter of a box being set on the wooden floor beside your bed. Turning around, your eyes met his for the first time. You couldn’t help but notice he looked almost…scared?

“Sorry. I’ll be more careful with the next one.” Billy’s hands turned to fists at his sides, thumbs fidgeting over his knuckles, his jaw clenching at the close of his words. His appearance was unlike any guy you’d ever seen in person before.

He looked like something out of the cover art of one of your mom’s romance novels she always had tucked away in a spot she thought you and your sister wouldn’t think to look. His blonde, shoulder length curls were carefully coiffed into one of those trendy mullet styles, plush pink lips outlined a perfectly white smile, his skin still golden from the California sun, and his eyes sparkled cerulean like the surface of the ocean with a depth you couldn’t quite reach. You could tell he was stacked and muscular through his clothes, and his jawline was sharp enough to cut glass. Still, there was something about him that seemed on edge.

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassured. “I don’t think there’s anything breakable in there.” He nodded in acknowledgement and turned to exit your room. “So,” you called after him, “what’s the high school like?” You just wanted him to know you were approachable and that you had no intention of making his life Hell, especially since you were all forced to exist in the same house from now on.

“Probably worse than you’re imagining,” Billy scoffed, turning slightly back towards you. When he noticed your nerves amping up at his comment, he sighed. “It’s not that bad. Small, easy to find your way around, and everyone is…nice enough, I guess.”

“Oh, that’s good. I’ve never gone to a new school before, so I’m probably just overthinking it,” you admitted, finally slipping your backpack off and letting it plop down on the bed. Billy turned to fully face you again, his hands in his pockets, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fine. Plus, you’ll know at least one person. And if anyone tries to give you shit, tell them they can answer to me.” You weren’t sure what that meant, but it did make you feel a bit more confident about your upcoming first day at Hawkins High.

“Uh, okay. Well, thanks for that.” You breathed out a small laugh, and Billy’s smirk bloomed into a smile.

“Don’t mention it,” he drawled before giving you a wink and disappearing back into the hallway to fetch another load of boxes. You didn’t have time to process the fact that you’re pretty sure your new step brother just winked at you before Max poked her head around the corner of your doorframe.

“Hey,” she whispered, catching your attention. “What did he want?” She looked back toward the hallway where Billy had just retreated, and you motioned for her to come in.

“He was just bringing some stuff in, so I asked him about the school.” Max was invested now, also having expressed her worry of starting in a new class already a month into the school year.

“What did he say?”

“Mixed review, really,” you answered, both of your expressions changing to that of confusion.

“Okay…well, do you know what to expect at all?”

“Not really. But he did say if anyone messed with me to tell them they could answer to him.” Max’s eyes widened.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She sat down on your bed, shuffling the toes of her shoes on the floor below.

“No idea,” you answered, meeting her gaze.

“Great.” Max sighed and stood up once more. “I guess I’ll start unpacking my new room.” She fluttered her eyelashes, hands waving in mock excitement. You laughed, knowing she was doing her best sarcastic impression of your mom gushing about your new home. You both rolled your eyes before she giggled and made her way back down the hallway to her own space.

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Your first dinner was awkward, to say the least. Neil had ordered a pizza for everyone since your bandwagon arrived close to mid afternoon, and your mom didn’t have time to cook a full meal even though she insisted she didn’t mind. You rushed to the door to help Billy bring in the boxes from the delivery boy who he happened to know from school.

“Troy, this is my …” he hesitated, breaking eye contact with the boy on the doorstep and looking down at the ground with a sigh, “new sister, Y/N.” You smiled tentatively, and offered a half wave, taking a couple of boxes off the top of the stack from Troy.

“Troy Holstad. Nice to meet you,” he obliged before giving Billy a perplexed look. Billy nodded once curtly and took the remainder of the boxes from Troy before waving him off with a “see you at school,” and closing the door. He nudged your arm to get your attention and spoke softly.

“There you go. Now you know two people,” he reasoned, beaming at you before shuffling back toward the dining room and adjusting his expression back to that of a sullen teenager. Billy carefully set the boxes down in the middle of the dining table, and you did the same. Everyone thumbed through the different boxtops to find the flavors they wanted, your mom and Neil opting for supreme while Max grabbed two slices of pepperoni, and you and Billy each took a slice of Hawaiian.

“So, Y/N, your mother tells me this is the start of your senior year,” Neil declared, his voice resonating in the silence of the dining room.

“Yeah, it is,” you replied around a mouthful of melted cheese and pineapple topping. You felt uneasy in your stomach when Neil glared daggers at you, looking up from his plate where he was using a knife and fork to cut his pizza. He sighed audibly as his nostrils flared and started again.

“Y/N, I know this is new for you, and we haven’t had much of a chance to talk about rules and expectations. In my house, we operate on a system that upholds the home and the image of the people in it appropriately. What is that system, Billy?” Billy sat up straighter in his chair, not looking up from his plate as his father addressed him..

“Respect and responsibility,” he recited, his voice almost shaking as his jaw tightened once more.

“That’s right,” Neil agreed. “Now that you’re a part of our family, you’ll learn to respect your elders and develop a keen sense of responsibility, just like the good, caring, all-American kids I know you can be.” Neil’s hard smile appeared below his mustache as he continued. “First of all, we address our elders with courtesy. When I ask you a question, you respond accordingly. Isn’t that right, Billy?”

“Yes, sir,” he muttered, his eyes still glued to his plate.

“I’m sorry,” Neil hissed. “I couldn’t hear you.” He leaned closer to the table, eyes searing into Billy as he awaited his response. Billy straightened up even more, his eyes snapping up to meet his father’s.

“Yes, sir,” his voice ricocheted in the dining room this time, his face flushing as everyone soaked in the awkward silence. You caught Max’s eye and noticed she looked afraid and perplexed as your mother kept her gaze on Neil, trying to seem like she was listening intently to him.

“See, girls, Billy knows the drill. If you have any questions, I’m sure he can straighten them out for you. I know you’re not used to this whole thing, having a man of the house, but you’ll adjust.” Neil gestured to the pizza on the table, his smile still active as he announced, “Let’s eat!” Max looked up at you from the corner of her eye, and you shook your head slightly, signaling for her not to say anything as you took another bite of your pizza. You side eyed Billy whose gaze seemed far away as he quickly finished his dinner.

“May I be excused,” Billy asked with perfect posture, taking the napkin from his lap and piling his used utensils on his plate.

“Yes you may.” Neil waved Billy off as he stood up, pushed in his chair, and took his plate to the kitchen to be washed.

You felt anxious as you saw Neil eyeing Max while she ate, and you held your breath as he spoke again.

“Tomorrow, we’ll practice using a fork, young lady,” he said sternly as Max’s cheeks burned, embarrassed to be holding her pizza at that exact moment. Neil paused and tilted an ear in her direction, hinting that he was expecting a reply.

“Y – yes, sir,” she choked out quickly, setting her pizza back down on her plate. Your mother cleared her throat and started asking Neil more about the school, the town, and how his new job was going. You let the two of them chat away as you gave Max a worried look, seeing her pick up her knife and fork to cut out a bite of her pizza. You stood up and grabbed your plate and jumped, the sound of a fist pounding on the dining table startling you off your feet. Your mom and Max gasped simultaneously as you met Neil’s eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going, Y/N?” You caught your breath and stuttered in response.

“I – I’m sorry. May I be excused?” You looked at your mom in panic, but she averted her eyes, looking at anything but the situation before her.

“That’s better.” Neil smiled again. “Of course. Don’t forget to clean your plate.”

“Thank you…sir.” You glanced at Max once more, hoping she would follow suit so she wouldn’t be yelled at. You hurried to the kitchen, rinsing your plate in the sink and setting it out on the dish rack to dry. You steadied your breathing as the tension melted away now that you weren’t in a close proximity to Neil.

After the awkward and almost frightening dinner, all you wanted to do was talk to your sister. You knew she would be looking for an escape after enduring Neil’s intensity, so you put on your coat and grabbed your paperback copy of The Outsiders, leaving the house through the front door.

You shuffled through the dried leaves across the lawn to the only tree in the yard and perched yourself on the tire swing, propping your feet up and opening your book to your marked page. A few lines in, you heard a clanging sound followed by a sigh, and your eyes followed the noise over to a blue Camaro with the hood up. Billy was standing over the engine, using the back of his hand to swipe stray curls out of his eyes, a dirty rag draped over his shoulder.

He didn’t seem to notice you were there as he worked, tinkering with a wrench, grunting and sighing every so often. You pretended to carry on reading while you watched him work. After all, looking wasn’t a crime, and he was quite the sight to see. After a few more minutes, he set his wrench on the edge of the Camaro’s hood and grasped the hem of his sweat-speckled t-shirt with both hands, lifting it up and over his head, tossing it on the roof of his car. Your cheeks turned scarlet at the sight of his toned chest and chiseled abs sparkling with a sheen of sweat in the crisp October air.

Your gaze snapped to your book quickly, and you glued your eyes to the words on the page, determined not to look up again. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you swore you could hear the blood flowing in your ears when a voice startled you.

“Hey, are you okay?” You jolted upright at Max’s question.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me,” you breathed.

“Sorry. Are you okay?” She repeated her question, concern behind her bright blue eyes. “You look really flushed.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” you answered, forcing yourself to keep your eyes far away from where Billy was working on his car. “What about you?” Max used the ropes of the swing to lift herself up, and you moved aside to make room for her on the tire.

“I’m fine. What the hell is up with him?” Max looked almost afraid while the two of you recounted Neil’s strange behavior at dinner, coming to the conclusion that this move might not have been for the best like your mom kept insisting.

“All we can do is follow the rules and stay out of his way, I guess,” you sigh, feeling defeated. “I don’t know how far he’ll go, but Billy seems to be pretty scared of him,” you almost whisper, leaning in closer to Max. She glanced over at Billy who was still fixated on his car.

“A guy that big scared of his dad? I don’t even want to think about why,” she shuddered, her eyes dropping to the ground.

“Hey.” You touched her shoulder, and she looked up at you. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Got it?” She gave you a small smile, nodding her understanding, but you could see the anxiety behind her eyes. “We’re going to be okay.”

“I know,” she assured you. You smiled at her and grabbed the ropes of the swing to climb out of the tire. Tossing your book onto a pile of leaves next to the tree, you stood behind Max and gripped the ropes as you walked the tire backwards before giving it a hard push. Max giggled as she swung back and forth, spinning slow circles and crying out, “You’re going to make me dizzy!”

The two of you laughed together as the sun started to set on the town of Hawkins, Indiana, and even though you weren’t sure what the coming days would hold, you knew you had each other to ease the burdensome future in your new home with your new family.

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word count: 5,445

warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of past trauma (starcourt), slight sexual innuendos??

a/n: hi! remember when i made you do a poll for my 1k celebration? and one bed with billy won? well this is that fic! i'm sorry it took so long to get here, but school was kicking the ever loving shit out of me. anyways, i really hope you like it. it's a little different than other fics i've written, but i think that's a good thing. just for context, this is post the end of season three, with billy and hopper being okay and jopper being in full swing. i think that's all i wanted to say. thanks again for 1k followers. that's still so wild to me. i love you. and billy loves you too <333

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November 1985

“No.”

“What do you mean no? You just fought an interdimensional being, don’t you want a vacation?”

Lucas wipes both hands down his face, flopping down on the arm of the couch beside where Max sits with El between her knees, tying off one of the two braids she’s trying to make.

“Max, can you help me? Please?” Lucas has been arguing about this for fifteen minutes.

She rolls her eyes, but looks up from her work nonetheless. “Billy.”

The man in question crosses his arms, locking eyes with the redhead. “Maxine.”

Max finishes Eleven’s braid and she hops up to join Will where he’s working on a puzzle. Joyce brought it home from work a few days ago, and it’s been spread out on a card table in the corner of the living room since then. Will couldn’t watch The Golden Girls with Joyce from the kitchen table.

“Just come with us, Billy. We all know you hate it here. It’ll give you a chance to get away for a little while.”

Except that’s not totally the truth. He doesn’t hate it here. Not with you around.

“There’s a pool.” Will looks up, a little shyly, from the puzzle, fingers flipping around a single piece. “At the place Robin found.”

Billy nods, and it’s enough to make Will smile at the acknowledgment.

It’d been Steve’s idea, after everything that happened in July. He thought everyone going on a trip together might be a good idea. Go a little ways out from home, calm down.

You and Billy started going to school, though Billy is still working. He found a job at a record store across the street from Melvald’s that opened after the mall went to shit. It definitely wasn’t his first choice, but it works. And he’s slowly fixing up the Camaro.

Steve had offered to pay for the repairs in full, considering he did most of the damage when he rammed the side of it, but Billy couldn’t handle that. So far Max has only convinced him to let Steve cover the really expensive parts. It hurts Billy more than he’d care to admit—having Steve Harrington give him money.

But he can’t lie, going somewhere away from Hawkins, even just for a couple days, sounds really nice. It’s the group part that’s bothering him. He’s still not used to everyone wanting him to tag along, but apparently major trauma brings people together.

There’s the slamming of car doors, and footsteps running up the driveway before the door swings open, Robin bursting in with a stack of movies in her arms. She’s followed by Dustin and then Steve, bags and keys being tossed every which way.

Billy doesn’t see you for a moment and starts to worry maybe you aren’t coming. He’s already supplying excuses for having to go home, but Steve left the door ajar, and after a moment, there you are.

You look sleepy, footsteps the quietest of everyone else as you carefully push the Byers’ door shut behind you. He watches as you accept a hug from Eleven, overhears her ask, “how did your test go?”

He’s happy to hear you tell her it went well. It’s only after you’ve looked at her and Will’s puzzle and snapped a few more corner pieces in that you make a beeline for the open spot on the couch beside Billy.

When you’ve settled, your knee bumps against his. “Hey.”

He looks at you, a little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His arms are still crossed, thumb playing with the pendant resting on his chest. A chest surprisingly covered by a sweater, though the sleeves are pushed up.

“Hey. Glad your test is over?”

That sound of his voice makes you smile, and he’s never been so grateful for something, even if it’s just an expression. “Yeah.”

You glance down at the new tattoo on his arm, a dark colored snake wrapping around the skin covering his elbow. You run your thumb across the tail that flicks across his forearm, and Billy relaxes into your touch.

“You have work today?”

Billy shakes his head. You’re glad he had the day off. And you’d tell him so if it weren’t for the sudden bombardment.

Lucas is suddenly standing in front of you, having returned from the kitchen where you think he and Dustin may have been cleaning out Joyce’s fridge.

“Holy shit, thank god you’re here. I need you to convince Billy to go on vacation.”

You glance at Max, assuming she’s already tried. She looks rather annoyed. “Lucas, would you sit down?”

The boy looks at Max, and she glares at him. Clearly he knows better and sits down next to her.

“Billy doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do,” you finally say.

The man in question turns to face you. You have to lean your head back some because of how close he is.

“Are you going?” he asks, voice quiet and thick with something you don’t know that you’re supposed to notice.

“Y-yeah. I was gonna. Robin only went on about it to me for an hour over the phone last night. I just think it might be nice to get away for a little while.” Billy doesn’t break eye contact with you, and while it makes you a little nervous, it tells you he’s listening.

“And I can watch Max for you if you really don’t want to go. Just make sure she doesn’t kill Lucas or anything.” Max snorts at your response, though Lucas looks at her in panic, already calculating how best to prevent that sort of situation.

Your gaze softens and you fight the urge to reach out and run your thumb across Billy’s cheek.

Please come with us. I want you to go. I want you there, you think. But it’s not what you say. You don’t know how badly he needs to hear it.

“You really don’t have to go, Billy. Not if you don’t want to.”

“But there is enough space, man.” Steve stands behind the couch, handing El a scrunchie he retrieved from her bag. His voice is calm, informative. “If you decide to go. There’s plenty of room, and we’d be happy if you did.”

Billy could make some smartass remark. But he won’t. He knows that Steve is being honest, and that he’s not trying to be a dick. It seems that witnessing the guy who beat the shit out of you almost die not even a year after he moved to town really brings you together.

Billy gives an acknowledging nod. “I’d be very happy if you did,” Eleven says. She loves having Jonathan as an older brother, really she does, but Billy lets her play with his hair. And in her books, that really ups the scale.

He smiles at her, and El considers that a win.

You notice him shift next to you, and then he’s leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “Come with me?” He cocks his head in the direction of the door.

He gets up, assuming you’ll follow him. You always do.

When you’ve shut the door, you move to the porch swing. It’s your favorite spot out here, and Joyce says it makes her happy to see someone use it. She used to sit there with Will in the mornings after Jonathan left for school and read to him. She did the same with Jonathan, but he was a much more fidgety kid, wanting to find something else to do.

Billy lights a cigarette, and you watch where he fidgets with the ring on his middle finger.

He’s standing a little ways away from you so as to not breathe the smoke directly in your vicinity, but you wish so badly that he was closer. You like having him close. The weight of his body next to you, the warmth, how solid his arm feels when it’s pressed to yours or when he slides down on the couch some and it's more so pressed to your side.

“Which part of it are you worried about?” you ask him.

He shrugs. “You really think they want me there? You think Max wants me around?” “Billy, I know she does. And I know that voice in your head is telling you that it’s a pity invite, but it’s not. And, besides…” you trail off, but he’s not having that. He needs you to reassure him.

“Besides what?”

You look up at him. “I want you to go. And yeah, I’ll be sad if you don’t go, but that shouldn’t sway your decision either.” You push your feet against the concrete porch a little harder, and the swing responds to the movement. You move quicker, now feeling very pleased with yourself.

Billy almost laughs at the child-like look on your face, but you look so at home on the swing that he holds it in. A grin escapes nonetheless.

“Say that again.” He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray either Hopper or Joyce have left outside. He’s watching you again.

“What?” He’s not gonna let you go all shy on him now. He needed to hear that. He needs to hear it.

“You know what.”

“I want you to go.”

“Then it’s settled. Need to get out of this shithole anyways.”

————

The place Steve found is about two hours from Hawkins, with three bedrooms, a shockingly luxurious pull-out couch, and bigger common areas than you’ve ever laid eyes on. Excluding the ones in Steve’s house. In short, the rental is like Hopper’s cabin, if Hopper’s cabin were updated and substantially larger. It feels like the kind of place rich people have to take weekend trips. You’d rather not find out how much Steve is paying for the lot of you to stay there.

Robin takes you on a grand tour while everyone else explores the backyard. Dustin is already determined to climb a tree. One of the rooms has two sets of bunk beds, dedicated to the four boys. “To ensure no cootie-spreading,” Robin proclaims.

She and Steve will share the couch, with Max and Eleven in the smaller bedroom.

Robin stops at the end of the hallway. “Which leaves…”

You and Billy.

You and Billy Hargrove.

Sharing a room.

Sharing a bed.

Speaking of, the man in question brushes past you, setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Robin takes that as her queue to leave and gives you a thumbs up on the way out. You hope she can feel your death stare on the back of her head, and she knows it, being quick to run down the hall.

“So we’re roomies, huh?” Billy says, gathering his hair at the base of his neck. You hadn’t even realized he had a tie on him, and it takes him finishing off a lazy bun to realize it’s a blue scrunchie. You have to bite your lip to keep from saying anything.

“I can sleep with Max and El, if you want. Or–”

That crease between Billy’s brows forms. “Why would you do that?”

You’ve gone all warm. You’d have to sleep in bed with him. And you sit next to him all the time, but this is different. Isn’t it?

Maybe it’s not so weird. You’re just friends. It’s like a sleepover, right?

“I don’t know, you might not want to sleep together or something.”

He cocks a brow, but you catch the double meaning of your words just in time. “You know what I mean, Billy.”

He sits on the end of the bed, and reaches out for you. You move towards him slowly, but the moment you’re within his grasp, Billy spreads his legs and grabs your waist, slotting your body between them.

“You can go if you really want to. If you think I’ve got cooties or somethin’ and you don’t wanna share a bed with me.”

You snort, and Billy drinks in the sound, knowing he’s the one that made you laugh.

“I don’t think you’ve got cooties.”

You realize in that moment that his hands haven’t left their spot on your waist, never straying anywhere else. The weight of them on you is enough to keep you focused on him, and he seems to acknowledge that.

“Then what is it?” he asks, in that low drawl you fear could get out any answer he wanted from you.

You hesitate, but say it anyway. “You don’t think it’ll be weird? Sleeping in the same bed?”

Billy fights the urge to rest his forehead against your stomach. He wants to tell you he’s wished you were in his bed on more than one occasion. Sometimes he just wishes you were there so it wouldn’t feel so cold, so he’d have someone to pull him out of his thoughts before they eat him alive altogether.

“No, I don’t think it’ll be weird.”

You nod your head, and try to move back from him.

Billy whines. “Uh uh. Nope.”

You go to put your hands on your hips, and they graze Billy’s on the way. He grabs hold of them. “You don’t want to have a sleepover with me?”

Billy’s looking up at you with those watery blue eyes, and you know this is a battle you’ll never win.

“Really?”

He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your eyes fall to his neck when he tosses his head back.

“Yeah, baby.”

Baby.

It feels like every cell in your body has been sent into overdrive, like you can’t compute a single coherent thought. All because Billy called you “baby”.

And if he’s being honest with himself, he feels the same way. He hadn’t meant to say it. It’s just that he calls you “baby” in his head all the time, and it just…happened.

“I’d love to have a sleepover with you, Hargrove.”

“Mhm. Thought so.”

This time he lets the laugh out, and it’s a beautiful sound. The kind of sound you’d commit unspeakable acts to hear again. And this time, he does let his forehead drop to rest on your stomach. It surprises you, but you’re not mad about it.

“Oh, fuck off,” you say, and you can feel his chuckle against your skin.

When he quits, you find yourself just standing there, find your hands moving around his back. He’s always so warm. You rub your hands up and down his back, the denim of his jacket rough on your fingertips.

You feel him shift, feel his change in position, the hard press of his chin against you. Billy is looking up at you, and you know he’s hoping you’ll return his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you hate to think of what you must look like from this angle. Clearly he doesn’t mind.

You push a curl behind his ear, a shockingly perfect ringlet that’s too short to be contained like the rest of them.

Billy would be taken aback by the gesture if it weren’t for the fact that you always go this easy on him. Like you know he’s healing, in more ways than one.

“We can’t stay here forever, you know. I wanna go look around.”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I’m sure it’s riveting.” He lets you go anyway, following you down the hall to the rest of the cabin.

————

Your back rests on the base of an oversized chair, one that’s surprisingly comfy, your body in between Robin’s legs. She’s sitting next to Steve, watching you moderate El, Lucas, and Will play Twister. Dustin’s already out.

“Right hand blue.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Sinclair, have you never played this game before?”

Lucas scoffs, trying to reach the blue on the other side of the mat without toppling into Will. Max went with Billy to the store, but they should be back soon. You have a sick feeling they’re taking advantage of having been given Steve’s debit card.

“Yes, I’ve played the game before. If you’re so good, why don’t you get down here and show us how it’s done, Harrington?”

“Yeah, Harrington, why don’t you show us how flexible you are?” Billy’s voice makes you look up from where you’ve been mindlessly twisting the spinner on the board around with the tip of your finger.

He stands just inside the living room, holding the door open with his leg. He kicks it shut once Max has made it in. She heaves the paper bags she’d been holding up and onto the counter. Steve rises to help unpack them. You follow on instinct, handing the spinner to Robin instead, and Dustin is quick to take Steve’s spot before Mike can.

Billy won’t let you take anything from him, but he will let you help figure out what the hell to do with all of it. “Do I even want to know how much you both spent?” you ask.

He gives you that fucking smile, and you know you don’t. “Max said she wanted to have a spa night–whatever that means–with El, so we sort of split up. I’m sure Steve’ll live.”

“For your information, Lucas,” Steve continues, clearly not ready to let the quips towards his limberness go, “I was the captain of the swim team.”

“What’s that got to do with being flexible, dingus?” Robin directs the two remaining players, the young boy in question having just busted his ass.

“Swimming is an art form, Rob. You gotta learn to respect it.”

You choke on a laugh, and Billy is quick to rub your back while he chuckles into your shoulder.

“Something funny over there?” Steve questions.

You straighten, trying to wipe the smile from your face though it’s to no avail. “Nope, Steven. I’m sure you’re just incredibly stretchy. Like Mr. Fantastic.”

His brow furrows. “Mr. Fantastic?”

Dustin snorts, elbow deep in a bag of chips, and you quickly realize that you probably shouldn’t have given him an opening, but you don’t exactly regret it either.

The lot of you spend the rest of the night in this fashion, playing games, eating way too much food, taking turns smacking the top of the television so your movie will keep playing.

It feels like home. It feels safe. You wish it always felt this way.

————

You’d just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the bedroom door click shut, hear footsteps you can tell are in search of you.

You peek your head out of the bathroom and Billy grins at the sight of you in pajamas, a smear of moisturizer on your forehead you’ve yet to rub in.

He squeezes in the small room, about the same size as his at home, to join you. There’s something about this moment, the domesticity of it, that makes your heart swell. It feels like something you could get used to, getting ready for bed with him. Neither of you have to say anything, you just do your own thing, but having him be there, having his presence–it’s more than enough for you.

When you climb into bed, you try and read for a while, the sounds of Billy washing his face comforting you. You find it easy to read even when he does get in with you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight, the sheets rustling as he moves around experimentally, trying to get comfortable in a bed that isn’t his own.

You feel odd though, reading when he’s right there, so it isn’t long before you close the book and slide further into the covers with him. Billy’s quick to turn on his side, wanting to see you like this.

He watches you yank the blankets up to your chin, looking at him over a blur of fluffy white comforter. “It’s fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” you tell him.

“C’mere then.”

You burrow further into your pillow, fearing you know exactly what he’s going to suggest. “Huh?”

“You’re cold. You always whine about me being warm or somethin’ and I’m telling you to come here.”

“Billy.”

“Stop.” He lifts the covers up some, untucking you from them, and he wraps his arm around your back, tugging you into his side.

Suddenly you’re pressed against him, having slid across the sheets easier than you’d have imagined.

He’s let go of you, his arm hovering over your back. “You want me to hold you or no?”

“Yeah.”

Billy lets his arm drop against your side, his fingers splaying out over your back. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, hoping it’ll warm you up. “This okay?”

“Yes.”

He nods. You’re looking at him like he’s something special.

Billy realizes, in that moment, that that’s how you’ve always looked at him. Even before.

He also realizes that your hands are tucked under your chin and your legs are curled up and into you like you’re afraid of making any contact with him.

“You can loosen up, you know. It’s just me.”

You let out a breath of a laugh, and he can feel it against the skin of his neck.

“It’s okay, I promise. You can touch me.” Billy has this feeling that you’re afraid of hurting him. He’s sure you’ve noticed that he’s wearing a shirt to bed, something he never did before. And he thinks that you’re worried he’ll break.

“You’re sure?”

“Wouldn’t have said so otherwise.”

He watches you unfold your hands and stretch your arm over him, hooking it around his hip. You want to rub up and down his side, but you’re nervous.

It’s just me.

“Do they hurt at all?”

Your thumb skates up a little further, and you don’t have to tell him what you mean.

“Not all the time,” he says, voice low and thick with drowsiness. “At first, yeah, like hell. Now it’s just sometimes. They can feel a little tight, or just bug me. Depends, I guess.”

You nod, feeling brave enough now to slide your hand up a little further. Your touch is light, barely there. You close your eyes, trying not to think about when it happened. How he’d screamed.

He can tell when you’ve calmed down some, because your arm relaxes and you hug him a little more firmly. You scoot in a little closer, close enough that your noses would touch if you tried to make them.

“Goodnight, Billy.”

He makes the move, dragging the tip of his nose across your forehead. He kisses the top of your head, and you grin so wide you feel like a kid in a candy shop.

“Goodnight, baby.”

————

When you wake up, you almost don’t want to disturb him, but you know you should get out of bed.

Billy is sprawled out on his stomach, having separated from you at some point during the night. His tank top is rucked up from the tossing and turning of sleep, and you look away when you catch a glimpse of pink skin. It doesn’t feel like your place to look.

You wander out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You make it down the hall, and find that Robin seems to be the only other one awake. You should’ve guessed. She told you once before that her body doesn’t seem to let her sleep in.

Steve is still passed out on the pull-out couch, completely covered by the blankets. The only sign of him is a tuft of messy hair against the light colored pillow case his head rests on.

Robin waves at you from her perch at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her. “Want some?” she whispers, pushing the box in your direction.

You fill up your own bowl, having a feeling that Robin is about to ramble.

“Sleep okay?” she asks.

“Mhm. You?”

“Fine. Though, y’know, Steve is a horrific bed hog. Seriously, he was half on top of me the whole night. I might have to bunk with Max and El.”

You laugh, and Robin takes that as her queue to ask what she’s been pondering since she woke up.

“Was it okay? Sleeping with Billy? Well, not like that. Well, I’m assuming not like that, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I just meant like actually sleeping? Please stop me.”

You grin at her. “Please breathe, Rob.” She does, over exaggerating her inhales. “And it was fine.”

“Okay, good. I was kind of worried you’d be frustrated with my matchmaking tendencies. I just really want you two to be happy. And he seems so calm when he’s with you, and I realize I’ve just told you that I’ve been pushing you two together and I–”

You wipe milk from your chin, having almost spit out your cereal. “Robin, sweetheart, it’s okay, I promise. I know about your matchmaking tendencies. But I think we’re just friends, right?”

“Just friends, my ass.” You hadn’t even seen Steve get up, but he’s reaching for the fridge and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. He really can’t say anything about Dustin’s eating habits when he has the exact same diet.

“Oh my god.”

“Listen, I’m just saying, there’s been something going on between you two since before the world went to shit. I don’t know why you two tiptoe around each other like it’s not obvious that you’re in love.”

“Steve!” you exclaim. “Seriously, what the hell? I’ve been up for like twenty minutes and you two are schooling me on my love life?”

“Or lack thereof,” Robin says.

“Okay, damn. You know what, I’m going back to bed.”

Steve pushes your bowl back towards you when you attempt to get up. “No, you’re not. I’m just saying, there’s no sense in avoiding this. You both clearly feel a lot for each other, and I don’t see any reason to avoid it when you could be together.”

He’s being vulnerable with you, his big brown eyes boring into yours and trying to convey how serious he’s being.

“Just think about it, okay? There’s no harm in talking about how you feel with him. And don’t say that you don’t feel anything, because that’s a goddamn lie.”

————

Billy’s had his swim trunks on all day, but he hasn’t done more than sit in the shade by the pool while everyone else makes a mess and plays ridiculous games in the water.

It’s killing him to watch you in there from time to time, swimming around or sitting in the shallow end. You told him once that swimming calms you down.

It’s not until after dinner, when everyone has moved inside for the most part, though there seems to be the plotting of a water balloon fight out front, that he’s brave enough to head for the pool.

You follow him out there, see him contemplating the water.

“Whatcha doin’?”

Billy drops the cigarette he’d been smoking, snubbing it out. “Thought about going for a swim,” he tells you.

“That sounds nice.”

“Mhm.”

“I can go back inside, if you want.”

Billy turns to face you. “No. No, I want you to stay.” He wants you to see. He can’t explain why, but he does.

“Okay.”

He takes a shaky breath, hoping you don’t catch it. You do. You always do.

“I just…wasn’t ready for everyone to see.”

“I understand, Billy.”

You know what he’s really saying. He wasn’t ready for everyone to see. But he’s ready for you to see.

“I can get in first, if that helps. And I won’t look if you don’t want me to,” you say.

“That helps, yeah. And you can look. It’s okay.”

He watches you wade in, watches the way your swimsuit changes color as you tread water.

Billy takes another deep breath, and he’s pulling his shirt off. He’s quick though, diving straight into the deep end, knowing he needs to get it over with.

When he comes up, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and he flips it out of the way, giving you a glimpse of the broad pink scar on his chest.

He meets you halfway, and you think he’s in a serious mood until he’s splashing you like a child.

“You motherfucker!”

You get him back, and he’s laughing.

Billy is laughing and he looks so pretty in the last of the day’s sunlight, beads of water sliding over his collarbones and down his arms, and you feel like you could die. Like seeing him this way is enough. You don’t need anything else.

You try to return a particularly aggressive splash, but he catches your waist, pulling you up and over his shoulder.

“Billy!”

“What?” His voice is teasing. He tosses the rest of the way over, your laughter fading out into the water.

You come up, a brilliant smile on his face. Billy’s sure if you stood close enough you’d be able to hear his heart beating.

When you’ve both gone quiet, your eyes drop to the scars on his sides, the way they stretch across his skin, mean and twisting. Some spots are darker than others, and while it hurts you to look at them, you know it must hurt him even more. But he looks just as beautiful as before, if not increasingly so.

“See something you like?” Billy says it on instinct. To hide the fact that he’s worried you don’t really like it. That maybe you think he’s gross looking. But he knows that’s all in his head. He fucking knows it.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.”

You say it with such surety, such admiration, that he can’t even begin to doubt that you mean it.

He smiles at you. It’s boyish. You’d do anything to see a million more of them.

He moves towards you, the sky having darkened enough that the outside lights have come on, the lights in the pool too. All that remains of the sun is a slash of deep orange, though the night quickly pushes it away.

Billy’s got you backed up against the wall of the pool now. His hands find your sides.

It’s overwhelming, having him this close. You can feel his breath on your face, see the rise and fall of his chest, the freckles on his cheeks.

When he kisses you, you think your heart stops. His mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes a little like chlorine, but you don’t care. Your hands find his face, and you’re smiling so hard that he pulls away because he wants to see. You don’t let him for long though, pulling him back, wanting more. He laughs into your mouth, and your chest aches with this feeling.

Eventually you do let go, and when you hold his eye contact, he knows what you’re going to say. He needs to tell you first, though.

“I’m in love with you, you know.”

“I know,” you respond.

He tosses his head back in a laugh, and you press a sweet kiss to his throat.

“I’m in love with you too, Billy.”

“Damn right you are.”

You snort against his chest, lowering slightly to kiss his scar. His breath catches. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.

“About fucking time!” Steve’s shouting and Robin is yelling, and Max would be making barf sounds if she wasn’t so pleased with seeing her brother so happy.

“So much for that,” Billy says.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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“I’m regretting this, Billy.”

“Stop whining.”

Billy wraps his arms tighter around your back, pressing a kiss to your jaw in hopes that you’ll let him keep doing this.

“Get off.”

“No.”

“Get off, please.”

“Make me.”

There’s the sound of a slap, your hand having met his ass.

He raises his head from where he’d buried it in your chest, looking at you drowsily. “You just spanked me.”

And you’d do it again.

“Didn’t work, did it?”

“No. Shut up and take it.”

By that he means continue letting him lay on top of you, his entire body pressed to yours. It doesn’t matter to him that there’s an entire bed, one that’s made for two people.

You settle for playing with his hair, something he seems to enjoy, and you’d mess with him about the fact that he’s essentially purring if it weren’t for him looking so content.

He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isn’t exactly something you just give up.

He’s never had this before.

Hell, you’ve never had this before.

And he thinks it’s healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro.

You’re healing him. You.

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madnessformunson · 2 years

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California Dreamin’

You are Max’s older sister in this fic, your mom and Billy’s dad are still together, Billy is still alive so you don’t live in the trailer park.

Eddie and you have been best friends for years, within the last year the two of you started dating. Because of your family, the two of you kept your relationship low profile. There were many times Eddie tried to ask you about your family dynamic but you frequently shot it down or changed the subject. He figured you would talk to him about it when you were ready.

You entered Hellfire that afternoon to help set up, Eddie greeted you “well what brings this fair maiden to my dungeon?”

You laughed, “this damsel in distress is looking for a dungeon master to save her from the social conformities of high school”

The two of you laughed for a minute before you helped gather up the remaining chairs to place around the table.

“You know I’ve been thinking Red..”

“Oh no, did it hurt?” You said with a smile.

“Ha-ha-ha you are so funny” he rolled his eyes, “but seriously we are about to graduate..”

He pulled out a red notebook with Red and Eddie’s 5 year plan scribbled on the front when you noticed the writing on the notebook your heart fluttered. He clearly had been thinking about the future of you two, you had been doing the same. Daydreaming of getting a small apartment in town and working at the record store while he works at the local auto shop. You’d go to all of his shows and you would stay in Hawkins. That was the biggest part, staying in Hawkins.

He opens the notebook up and you peer into it, he has a bunch of numbers and newspaper clippings of different apartments and destinations. But they were in California.

“I thought maybe one of these places would be cool for us to move in together after graduation? I can keep working on my music and you can keep doing your art. Maybe we can even travel around for a year until we find a place we want to settle down at” he looked so excited to show you all of his plans for the two of you.

“Uh Ed’s? That’s all in California”

“Yeah we have talked so many times about going to California so I found some places I think would be nice, I know it’s nothing great but..”

You cut him off, “I’m not moving to California”

“Oh ok well is there another place you had in mind? I can still get a successful music career in New York or maybe Nashville”

“Uh no that’s not it Eddie, I’m not planning on leaving Hawkins after I graduate” you didn’t make eye contact with him.

“Wait..what? You want to stay in Hawkins? What about our dreams Red?” He pulled your hands into his.

“That’s just it Eddie, those are just silly little dreams nothing real”

He let go of your hands and backed away from you.

“So being with me long term is just a silly little dream then?”

“No that’s not what I meant-“

“Well if you don’t see a future in me, in us, then what are we doing? Just wasting the last few weeks of high school”

“No that’s not what I was saying Eddie please-“

“Enough y/n” he never called you by your name.

“Clearly there was a misunderstanding, I thought we were forever but you clearly do not see a future with us”

“I-I do-“ you try to argue as tears start forming in your eyes.

“I think we should break up” Eddie said just above a whisper as he looked down at his dirty white Reeboks.

“What! Eddie no” you try to plead.

“I think you should go now y/n” he turned away, grabbing the red notebook and placing it in the trash.

You wanted to fight, you wanted to tell him everything so maybe he could understand why you couldn’t leave Hawkins. But maybe this was for the best, you don’t want to hold him back from his dreams just because you have responsibilities here to deal with.

You go to exit the hellfire room, tears running down you face, you turn around before as you open the door and say, “bye Eddie”

The party all gathers in the Hellfire room, immediately noting the lack of you being there and the anger that is radiating off of Eddie.

“Uh, are we still doing this tonight or should we reschedule?” Dustin said as he approached Eddie. He was sitting on his throne, head resting on his hand in what looked to be deep thought.

“We have been together for over a year, Dustin, she’s my best friend. We have talked so many times about moving to California after graduation and now that it’s here she’s just not into it anymore. Maybe she realized that she’s too good for me” Eddie started to rant without even looking Dustin in the eyes.

“What are you talking about Eddie?” Gareth questions

“I showed y/n the 5 year plan notebook and she said she wasn’t going to come with me, that those were just dreams and she was planning on staying in Hawkins”

“Well yeah she’s not going to leave Max-“ Mike started but Dustin elbowed him to shut up.

“What? Max as in her little sister who is like 14 years old, why would she not want to leave her?”

“It’s not really our place to say” Dustin said glaring at Mike.

Eddie rolled his eyes, “come on guys my heart was literally broken into a thousand pieces”

“Her step dad and step brother are really really mean, like borderline abusive. There’s no way she would ever leave Max to deal with that on her own'' Mike said so quickly, it sounded like one sentence.

“Hellfire is cancelled, I have to go find Red. I think I really fucked up this time” Eddie said as he fished his notebook out of the trash and took off.

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woah1kavinsky · 2 years

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Everyone else gets to live but Eddie gets bit by bats and he’s automatically dead… How does max get to live after getting FOLDED by vecna but Eddie doesn’t?!? It doesn’t make sense to me.

Btw I’m 90% sure they left his body in the upside down. Wtf?!?

My sweet boy deserved so much better

#stranger things season 4 #stranger things #eddie munson #Eddie #Munson #joseph quinn #joe quinn #netflix original #netflix #joe kerry #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #steve harrington #max mayfield

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idyllicwillowtree · 2 months

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God Eddie, You're So In Love With Me.

Genre: Eddie Munson x Henderson!reader, fem!reader, angst/fluff, hurt/eventual comfort, friends to lovers

Summary: Being in Hellfire, you’ve been exposed to your fair share of bullying. One day, Jason takes it a step too far.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: bullying, anaphylaxis, poisoning, no physical descriptions of Y/N so you don’t have to look like Dustin, reader wears makeup, reader uses she/her, reader has a peanut allergy, reader is called princess, swearing

Author’s note: I got this idea from an episode of Freaks and Geeks (which is an awesome show I totally recommend). Peanut allergies weren’t so common in the 80s so that’s why Jason is so ignorant and dismissive about it.

Sorry I haven’t written in a while, I was hibernating.

Enjoy!

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Part 1:

Eddie proudly sauntered into first period with his head held high and a smirk on his lips. His mouth was watering in anticipation. He plopped himself down in the seat next to yours, wide eyes and a wicked grin plastered on his face, an eager hand open towards you.

“Wow Eddie. It’s 7:29, you got here with a minute to spare,” you said as you leaned over to grab the bite size Laffy Taffy from your backpack to place in Eddie’s hand. “I think this candy reward system is really working.”

“Of course it worked, it was your idea after all. But today’s a special day, I was definitely not going to not be here,” Eddie said with too much energy for this early in the morning. He stuffed the yellow taffy into his mouth and chewed it like a happy 5 year old, wiggling in his seat with excitement.

“Are you talking about the photo?”

“Yeah! Hellfire finally gets a spot in the yearbook. We shall finally leave our mark on this cesspool we call a school,” Eddie said through the glob of candy in his mouth. He swallowed the treat harshly as he got a good look at you, “you look great by the way.”

“Yeah?” you said shyly, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. You started fiddling with the hem of your Hellfire shirt, “I thought I’d go with a bit more eyeliner today.”

“Yeah, you did a great job princess.” With the excuse of admiring your eyeliner, Eddie was able to take a moment to study your features. Your gaze stayed on your hands, picking at a loose thread.

“God, Eddie. You’re so in love with me,” you said with a teasing smile.

Eddie barked out a laugh, dimples on full display as he tried not to let your words affect him too seriously.

“Great, the flirting freaks are back at it again.” Jason remarked from a few rows behind you. Both of you turned around in time to see Andy dramatically fake gagging.

Before you could hurl an insult back at them, Eddie took notice of what Jason was snacking on.

“Hey asshole, you can’t eat peanuts in class.”

“Yeah? And who’s gonna stop me, Munson? You?” Jason said through a full mouth, spitting out chunks as he laughed obnoxiously with Andy.

You simply rolled your eyes at Jason, annoyed with the jocks and their willingness to tease and fight so early in the morning.

Eddie’s grip tightened on the back of his chair. His white knuckles caught your eye and you reached out to sooth him, hoping he wouldn’t start a fight he couldn’t finish. The second your hand landed on his, the tension in his shoulders deflated and the fire in his eyes was snuffed out as he sent you a reassuring smile.

Jason waved around his ziplock tauntingly, “Seriously freak, let’s see if you can actually take these from-”

“I’ll take those,” Mrs. O’Donnell said as she walked in behind Jason and snatched the bag. “Mr. Carver, you know you’re not allowed food in my class, let alone peanuts.”

“But coach said we have to protein-load before the game tonight,” Jason wined.

“Too bad. Some allergies can be very serious,” You shrunk in your seat as the other students turned to stare at you, knowing you were the one she was referring to. “You can get these back after class,” Mrs. O’Donnell said as she rounded the corner of her desk to address her students. “Now, everyone, please open your textbooks to chapter six.”

You, being the diligent student you were, immediately followed orders. Eddie on the other hand didn’t even remember to bring his book bag to school, but at least he got his candy.

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“I’m serious guys, I might have a crush on Mrs. O’Donnell now,” Eddie said to his bandmates as they sat in their unofficial assigned seats in the cafeteria.

“Just because an older female authority figure agreed with you and shut down Carver, doesn’t mean you should crush on your teacher dude,” Gareth said, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all.

“Besides, you already have a crush,” Jeff added with a teasing smile, the metal on his teeth catching the fluorescent lights.

“Are you guys talking about my sister?” Dustin said while throwing his lunch tray on the table, taking a seat next to Eddie. The rest of his sheep following close behind.

“No-”

“Yes,” all three of the older Hellfire members said in unison.

Eddie shot them a look that would’ve shut them up if the metalhead’s pale cheeks weren’t tinted pink.

“Gross,” Dustin added.

Mike’s brows did their signature furrow under his dark bangs, “I don’t get it, why doesn’t he just ask her out?” he said, purposefully ignoring Eddie’s presence at the table.

“GROSS,” Dustin repeated, hoping the subject would change.

Eddie was right there with him, picking up a pretzel and hurling it at Mike’s head, “I’d rather not share the complexities of the friendship-to-relationship pipeline with a baby freshman. And I. Don’t. Like. Her.” He growled, punctuating each word with a pretzel.

The metalhead’s angry scowl melted off his face at the sound of your laugh echoing through the high ceilings of the cafeteria. You were standing near the entrance with your Wonder Woman lunchbox in tow, tilting your head back as you chuckled at something Robin Buckley told you.

That was until Jason and his entourage of goons followed him in.

He had that damn bag of peanuts in his hand, swinging it around mockingly. Eddie watched as you became tense, eyes wide and glossy. You are practically hiding behind a fuming Robin.

Before the blonde could hurl her trumpet case at the jocks, Eddie stepped up behind you both, placing a ring clad hand gently on the small of your back to let you know he was there.

With his hand grounding you, you finally found your voice, “seriously Jason, if I come into contact with a peanut I could die.”

“Oh come on,” Jason said through a chuckle, “you’re that much of a freak that a little peanut is enough to kill you? I think you might be overreacting just a little.”

“Actually,” Dustin said as he came over to stand next to Eddie, “Anaphylaxis is incredibly dangerous. Allergic reactions to the proteins found in peanuts are cause by immunoglobulin E antibodies and can trigger severe inflammation and-”

“Dude, even her brother is a fucking dork,” Andy spat.

“Hey, don't talk to him like that,” Eddie said, stepping forward. You have always admired his fierce determination when defending your brother and the other freshmen. It’s part of what drew you to him in the first place. But this time there was no snarky comeback to Jason’s bullying. The severity of the situation on top of the jocks’ disregard for your safety was just pissing him off, making him uncharacteristically no-nonsense.

The group of letterman jackets erupted in a chorus of ‘oooohs’. The leader just licked his lips, eyeing Eddie before smirking at you.

"You know, you might be pretty if you actually tried."

It doesn’t have the effect on you that Jason had hoped, you could care less if he thought you were pretty. But before your athletically inexperienced friends could take on the basketball team, you plastered on your best fake smile.

“Thanks Jason, see you guys later,” you said as you pulled your friends away leaving him confused and unsatisfied by your reaction.

“What the hell, you’re just going to let him talk to you like that?” your brother protested.

“He’s never going to change, Dustin. I might as well play into it since he’s just trying to get a rise out of us.”

You wave bye to Robin as she went to sit with her band friends, all of them decked out in their extravagant green and yellow uniforms. Eddie slid Dustin’s tray away from the spot next to him so you could set your lunchbox there and sit at his left hand side. Dustin was muttering something about losing his seat but still scooched down, knowing there was no use in fighting it. Eddie always had you right next to him.

The next few minutes of lunch went by rather smoothly. Groups of students were taken out sporadically to go to the photo room and get their yearbook club photo taken with Nancy. Occasionally, you’d catch Jason sending you angry glares but you just ignored him in favor of listening to your fellow Hellfire members. They were rambunctiously throwing out theories about tonight's campaign while Eddie just sat there with his version of a poker face, not willing to spoil anything with a teasing grin plastered to his mouth.

His eyes connected with yours, feeling you staring at him. The moment he looked at you you bashfully lowered your eyes to the cup of applesauce you were stirring around. Eddie kept his gaze on you until Nancy walked up behind him.

“Alright Hellfire, you’re up,” Nancy said with a smile.

This was the first year Hellfire club was getting any sort of recognition in the yearbook. Previously, the teachers and students didn’t want to draw any more eyes to the alleged cult and their leader. Now that Nancy worked for the school, she played a big part in securing a photo for her brother’s club in the yearbook. Even though Eddie never liked conforming to frivolous High School expectations, he still felt honored. It was his last year after all (hopefully) and he wanted to make his mark.

You and the rest of the Hellfire members left your things at the lunch table and walked out of the cafeteria for the yearbook room down the hall. Your open applesauce was forgotten about as you followed Eddie out.

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Your shoulders were still buzzing after taking the photo. Eddie had thrown his leather clad arm around you, pulling you closer to him, while his other hand did the sign of the horns. The smell of his cologne and the texture of his battle vest overwhelmed you so much you hoped it didn’t show in the photo. Although, the smirk Nancy sent you tells you it might have.

You and the rest of Hellfire sat back down in your original seats, besides your leader. As expected, Eddie had a lot of things to say in honor of your club getting recognized so he opted to stay standing.

“Hear ye, hear ye! Rejoice, for this day shall be etched in the annals of history as a testament to our unwavering spirit and valor!”

Going back to your lunch, you scoop up the velvety applesauce to resume eating. Expecting the familiar taste of sweet and tart, you flinched at the salty crunch and swallowed it on instinct.

“Let it be known that we have weathered the raging storm of schoolyard bullies, and emerged victorious! Our banners flying high, unfurled in the winds of destiny,” Eddie continued, not noticing your trepidation.

You frowned at the tickle in your throat that only continued to build as you tried coughing discreetly. The rest of the boys grinned, believing this was your way of hinting at Eddie to wrap up his speech.

“Let us raise our voices in jubilation, for today, we have proven that nothing is insurmountable to those who believe in their cause!” Eddie looked to you, hoping to see you looking up at him and smiling that way you do whenever he uses his renaissance voice. Instead he met your panicked eyes.

“Hey Henderson,” Jason called from across the cafeteria. “What happens now? Should we call an ambulance?” Andy shoved at his shoulder playfully and chortled alongside Jason.

Panic gripped you as you connected the dots.

“Yeah,” you wheezed, “call an ambulance.”

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lighteyed · 3 months

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it's no big surprise you turned out this way

steve harrington x fem mayfield!reader

[3.7k] steve comes over for family dinner. it is absolutely not your idea.

disclaimer- no mention of blood relation to max, no physical descriptors of reader, they are sisters in any way you want them to be. trigger warning for shitty parents and billy h*rgrove. this is not a billy safe space.

dividers by @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune

thanks for reading if you do <3 enjoy teehee

You drop a kiss on Steve’s head in greeting, which he accepts with a thrilled, in-a-new-relationship, glowing smile, before dropping down beside him and subsequently dropping your news, or rather, your request that’s not really your request, on him. “Neil wants you to come over for dinner.” You tense at the utterance of your stepfather’s name, even if it’s your own mouth doing the uttering.

His smile dissipates. Only a little, but enough for you to wring your hands together. You want to scoop all the words you’d just said back out from his ears and spoon them into your mouth again. Make him forget it’d ever happened. “Like, like family dinner?” He asks. He can’t fathom a world where he sits placid across the table from Billy Hargrove and passes him the salt respectably and doesn’t end the night with his fist colliding with his face (regardless of the outcome).

“No, it’d just be you and him, he’s dying to take you out on a date,” you deadpan in response, shaking your head. Steve rolls his eyes, no malice intended. “Obviously family dinner, Steve. You, me, Max, my mom, Neil… Billy.” You force out the final name. He swears he hears your teeth grinding as you say it.

“Don’t get grouchy on me.” He reaches over and smooths out the upset crease between your brows. Your shoulders relax in response. You’re always so wound up he’s made it his mission to give you that ease he knows you crave. He’s quite good at it, on days where he can steal you away and keep your mind occupied with the lovelier things in life. But there are some things he can’t spare you from, as much as he tries.

Really, he can only keep you out of that house for so long before your family starts demanding their 17-year-old back.

For the most part you keep away. Max roams the new mall all day with her friends now that June’s here and summer’s entered Hawkins in full swing, and you drive them there with your mom’s car if she doesn’t need it for the day, or Steve drives you all there and then home again if he’s not at work already that morning. If he has work you loiter in Scoops the entire day, lugging a stack of books acquired from the library and settling in a corner booth, popping your head up once in awhile to check on him and his misery in his new position in that ridiculous uniform. You brighten his days just as much as he brightens yours. And he really, really does. (And you like the uniform, as silly as it is, for the record).

“’M not grumpy,” you deflate, pressing your forehead into his shoulder. He rubs your back in a nice, soothing way when you lean into him. Ever since he asked you out he’s been taking every excuse to touch you and you’re not complaining in the slightest. He has the softest hands you’ve ever held and they’re perpetually gentle and kind. All the love in the world encased in the hands of some boy from Hawkins, Indiana, a place you never expected to find a home in, let alone find a boy. The boy, if you thought about it long enough. Early days to be thinking about it but you did think about it. Often. For hours. You sigh quietly. “I can tell ‘em you’re busy, you don’t have to come.”

“Max knows I’m not busy,” he points out.

“She doesn’t wanna be there, either. Look, I’ll just say you can’t come-“

“But I can.”

You lift back up, wary, but hopeful. A new flower poking its petals up from the earth, tilting right toward the sun. “I don’t wanna make you miserable.”

“That’s stupid,” he scoffs. He kisses your head this time, the perfumy scent of your shampoo fogging his brain up in a nice, lovey haze. “How could you make me miserable? You’re like, the best thing I’ve ever had, by a mile.”

You smile in spite of your gloomy mood. “The fuckin’ Hargroves have an innate knack for misery.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not a Hargrove then, hm, Mayfield?” He brushes your hair away from your face and takes your chin in his hand, angling your face up properly to meet his, and he kisses you like he well and truly means it, firm and adoring. You can feel his grin seared into your mouth when you pull away, in spite of your reluctance and Steve’s attempts to pull you back in.

. “You really wanna come? It won’t be fun. It’ll probably be shitty, actually.” You ask him in a tiny, hesitant voice, too overcompensating to someone who do anything you asked of him. Having Steve there sounds better than not having him there, and better than having to explain why he’s chosen not to come, but you know it’ll be weird. Worse than weird. After what happened back in November, him and Billy go out of their way to ignore one another, and it’s so deliberate it sucks the air out of a room. And even with that, Billy still makes it a point to direct snide remarks to you about Steve every chance he gets: alone, in front of Max, in front of your parents, in front of Steve himself while pretending he’s not there. And it’s gotten worse since you admitted to your mother in confidence that you and Steve were together now, and she told Neil, and Neil told Billy. But there’s no running from being at the same dinner table as him. You know you’re asking a lot. You wouldn’t be asking if Neil hadn’t insisted. In a loud, pointed voice, with a stare that unnerved you. You’d agreed to it hurriedly after that.

“Well,” Steve leans back, playful, “want to is a bit of a stretch but I can make an exception for ya-“

“Steve-“ you groan, pushing his chest, but he laughs, pushing himself back forward, smacking another loud kiss on your mouth.

“Kidding, I’m kidding, c’mere,” his fingers grip your waist feather-light, tickling, as he laughs, and you can’t help but laugh too through your head shakes and faux-exasperated sighs.

“I’m really asking you if you want to, I know it’s a lot asking you to make nice with Billy.” You interlace your fingers with his and he places them on your lap, all big brown eyes blinking up at you affectionately. You’re a sucker for his eyes. You can tell what he’s going to say before he says it.

“Nothin’s too much for you,” he says in his sweet, low voice, another kiss pressed to your cheek, his stamp of agreeance left blazing there on your cheek.

Late into the next day he arrives on 4819 Cherry Lane, as he has so many times before, but he parks right in front and gets out this time. He doesn’t sit by the wheel waiting for you to come running out, sometimes with Max in toe, usually by yourself, breathless and beaming, ready for him to whisk you away as fast as he can without breaking a million laws. He knows it’s not the gentlemanly thing to do, having a girl come to the car by herself instead of going up and ringing her bell, and normally he would, but you insisted he didn’t, not wanting to draw attention to yourself or him, and you were already waiting outside on the front steps when he got there most of the time, anyway.

And this time, too, you get the door before he can ring the bell, almost ripping it off the hinges when you throw it open to greet him.

“Thank God,” you mutter. You go to take his hand but remembers yours is sweaty and pull back. The sweater you’re wearing is pretty, complements your eyes and complexion and your everything, and your hair is down and soft-looking. He’d run his hands through it in other circumstances. “It’s not too late to make a break for it,” you lead him into the house quietly, throwing your head back and casting a dark look down the hallway. “Just say the words and we can flee, I won’t blame you.” He’s dressed so nicely, and you don’t even have the time to properly admire him. He did his hair all perfect (he always does but you can tell he put a little extra sparkle into it tonight), he’s in his nicest jeans that mold against his legs slim and fit, his sweater is a navy blue and it’s such a good color on him you might cry. You can see effort written in everything he does, tonight especially. His desire to make a good impression rings in your heart. You want to regard him warmly and turn your gaze on him with the utmost veneration but your skin buzzes with anxiety and it feels like one large, domineering fist is clamped around your intestines.

“It’ll be fine,” he says, squeezing your hand. He doesn’t even notice that it’s sweaty, though your anxiety is palpable and he amps up his happy exterior to balance you out. He’s probably just as nervous as you are, deep down. “Parents love me.” It’s an insistent sentence. “And I’m gonna turn on my charm.” He makes a clicking sound with his mouth and snaps his fingers around a little. You stare at him, blank. Neil is rumbling around somewhere in the distance and for the time being you are utterly immune to Steve’s banter.

Not completely, but enough. “I don’t know if that’s the kinda charm we need here,” you pat his shoulder.

“But it can’t hurt,” he points out with a raised eyebrow, pointing a finger gun at you.

“Oh, it can hurt alright.” You steer him into the living room anyway. “Steve is here.”

You announce it to the open air, waiting to see who comes when you call. Your mom, immediately, rushes out of the kitchen to greet him. She’s never met one of your boyfriends before. Her greeting is enthusiastic, to say the least. And she’s a hugger. It’s nice, actually, Steve thinks, no matter how embarrassed and nervous you are, to be embraced kindly by a mother. It’s familiar, like some distant dream from a faraway past. You have your qualms with Susan, he knows that, but he knows you love her hard, and that’s why you take so much issue with the way she lets herself be treated. It’s difficult to watch you grapple with all of this, all of the time.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Steve, or Steven? Whatever you want,” she rubs his back as she takes him into the kitchen alongside you.

“Steve is great, thank you, Mrs. May-“ he clears his throat, “Mrs. Hargrove, I mean.“ It’s hard to reconcile this woman in front of him with the domineering men bearing that same last name. It’s hard to distinguish her as anything but another piece of you and Max. A good piece.

“The girls talk about you all the time,” Susan says, still smiling.

“I do not,” Max huffs as she comes out of her room, abashed. She’s in a nice outfit, too. Not as dressed down as she usually is. She tugs at her tied back hair like it hurts.

“Ma, how tight did you do her hair?” You ask, beckoning Max over.

“It pops out of every scrunchie!” Susan says, patting her on the head with such clear affection it makes Steve ache a little.

“Maxie.” You open your arms for her. She stands in front of you obediently as you loosen the hold her hair ties have on her unruly locks, smoothing them out nicely as you tie it back up again, looser.

Everything’s so nice and homey that the shift in the atmosphere is almost imperceptible when a door creaks open a bit away from you four. But it’s there. He sees you draw back into yourself, your smile, at him talking to your mom and being so sweet, at Max, at the normalcy of this moment, sliding right off your face as Neil walks into the room. You’d almost forgotten him. You could’ve stayed in a bubble with your mom and sister and beautiful boyfriend forever. But Neil comes out from the hallway, from Billy’s bedroom, and Billy follows behind, fully clothed for once, his shirt buttoned all the way up his chest, his expression dark and cloudy. His jaw is tight as his gaze fixes on Steve.

But Steve, so gracious, sticks his hand out to shake Neil’s, smiling like Neil’s spawn isn’t the worst person Steve’s ever encountered as he introduces himself. “Nice to meet you, sir. Steve Harrington.” He keeps his mouth upturned sweet and polite even when Billy snorts in the background. He doesn’t even look in his direction.

“Nice to meet you, too, Steven.” Neil’s handshake is more like a clenched fist. You stare at their clasped hands like you want to commit murder. Steven.

“Steve, not Steven,” you mutter. Max touches your arm in warning before Steve can. You can’t help it. If there’s anyone you’re defensive over besides her, it’s him.

“Steven’s fine,” he chimes in, keeping that same old good-natured Steve smile on his face. He’s too appeasing and Neil has never deserved it. He rolls his shoulders back and talks to himself in his head. Just one night. For her, for her, for her.

“It’s the name your parents gave you, of course it’s fine,” Neil claps him on the back, and you know he doesn’t mean anything by it but you and Steve both flinch. From the words and the tap alike. Neil ignores your remark completely as he continues to talk to Steve in a way that makes your skin crawl. He brings Steve over to the dining room table and the rest of you follow suit, settling in around each other. You make sure you sit next to Steve, but you second-guess it when Billy takes the straight across from him. Neil drones on. “Y’know, it’s interesting how all this time, you’ve been driving the girls around for months now, but this is the first time we’re meeting.”

Steve checks on you out of the corner of his eye. Your jaw ticks. He squeezes your knee but before he can answer, you do it for him. “He’s been busy, that’s all.”

Neil looks toward you. For once. It is not a pleasant look. “For months?” He tucks his hands under his chin.

“I know you don’t like having strangers in the house after you work,” you say, placating in a way that turns your stomach.

“That’s true,” Neil says. “Billy doesn’t seem to get the memo on that, so I’m glad someone in this house is paying attention.” The degradation of Billy at the dinner table is nothing new. And you feel bad about it. You’d feel worse if he wasn’t so nasty and hateful to everyone because of it. Neil had run into Billy’s latest flavor, Miranda Brady from your Calculus class, while she was rummaging through the fridge the other night, and he hadn’t been happy. He was polite to her until she’d been hurried out the door by Billy, and then he’d reamed into him in colorful, awful ways. Max and Susan both hadn’t been home, but it was one of those nights where you had been, and you’d lingered by your bedroom door awkwardly, making sure it didn’t get too out of hand. You weren’t sure either of them even knew you were there. Accepting the praise seems wrong. You nod stiffly.

Billy, however, turns his gaze on Steve, the first acknowledgement he’s gotten in months. “Say, Harrington, you used to be quite the ladies’ man yourself, yeah?” A sick grin creeps up on his face. Steve sees your hand tighten around your fork. You’ve barely shoveled your pasta into your mouth. Max gapes at her stepbrother, her mouth still full of food.

Steve clears his throat. “I had a steady girlfriend for about a year, actually. I’m sure you remember that.”

“Yeah, but I mean,” Billy rocks his chair back. “That’s not what they were calling you King Steve for, is it?”

You lurch forward. Steve drops his hand over your knee again. “I think it was because of the whole captain of the basketball team thing. Or the captain of the swim team thing, I can’t remember when it started. Youngest captain the Tigers had seen in a decade, actually, when I got it sophomore year.” Steve grins again and the cocky charm he possesses but hardly uses much anymore comes out to play, just for a bit. You settle down again. You eat what’s in front of you, calmly. You hear Max gulp down her own food across the table. It’s almost cartoonish.

“Max, chew first,” Susan admonishes gently.

“I am,” she retorts, but she’s inhaling everything in front of her.

Billy cuts in. “See, that’s interesting, I thought it was because you hooked up with a lot of girls. Like half the class.”

Steve doesn’t even blink. He takes a sip of his water. “I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Are you trying to upset your sister?” Neil asks him with raised eyebrows.

He goes quiet again, hardened. “No.”

“It seems like you’re trying to.”

His jaw ticks this time. “I’m not.”

“Do you remember what I said to you? About a half hour ago?”

His jaw ticks again. His eyes meet Steve’s over the table. Steve feels the merest twitch of embarrassment for him. He knows all too well what it’s like to have a dad who takes a weird sort of pleasure in berating his son. “Yes, I remember.”

You stare down at your plate, pinching the skin of your palm.

“If you remember so well, then you should stop talking.”

Billy stops talking. Neil turns to Steve again. “So, captain of two athletic teams, that’s impressive. I’m sure your college plans are impressive as well.”

Steve stutters in his answer and you hold your head aloft in your hands, suppressing a groan. Max finishes her food so fast, she’s excused from the table and gone within minutes of that conversation starting. You nearly fall out of your chair in your attempt to kick her shin under the table. She holds her hands up in her retreat while nobody’s looking, mouthing that she’s sorry at you and running away into your shared bedroom. You suppress a groan again.

Outside, after another grueling hour of Neil dominating the conversation and making dinner unenjoyable for everyone, you walk Steve to his car, fiddling with your hands again. He props himself up against his window and wrestles you out of the knot you’re in.

“That sucked, I’m sorry,” you say, knocking your foreheads together, your mouth drawn in a thin, perturbed line.

“It was fine, you’re fine,” he whispers the last bit. That’s what you’re more worried about, after all. You’re worried he’s mad, planning to leave you for someone with a more normal family, people who are warmer, someone capable of being warmer. You’re plenty warm around him, but you suppose you could be better. You start running over all the things you could do better and all the ways he could do better in your head. “Stop thinkin’ so much. Everything’s okay.” He nudges your foot with his.

“No, I know, it’s just, it’s awkward, it’s not fun, shitty way to spend your night, shitty way for anyone to spend a night.”

“It’s okay. It was good. I was good, wasn’t I?” He kisses your palm where you’d pinched it earlier.

“You were great, you’re always great.” You stroke his cheek, lingering on his lips for a second. “You look really nice, by the way.” You’d almost forgotten to tell him. “I like this color on you.” You smooth over and down his arms.

“Yeah?” He grins, lopsided, tilting his head.

“Looks good with your hair.” You reach up to tug on the strand that hangs down like an art form over his forehead. You’re the only one he lets play around about his hair.

“You look beautiful, too, for the record.”

“I was trying to make this about you.” You poke him.

“I like when things are about you.” He pokes you back.

“I hate when things are about me.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to fix that.”

You chuckle. “Good luck.”

He gestures back to your house. “I’m makin’ progress here. I think I get you a little bit better now, after all that.”

“And what exactly do you get?” You wrap your arms around his waist.

“Why you’re always so tense and grumpy.” He cups your cheeks like he’s holding the most delicate thing ever to be held.

“I’m not grumpy-“

“Just tense, then.”

You accept that, begrudgingly. “I’m pretty on edge most of the time, I guess.”

“I try to talk you out of it,” he says softly, stroking your face.

“You’re the best, I hope you know that.”

“I try,” he says again, and you nod. “It’s not easy. Night after night.”

“It’s not.” You bunch up his sweater.

“I get it, you know? They’re not here as often as yours, but I get it.”

“Dinner with yours next time?”

“Yeah fucking right.” He kisses you for it, though, because you mean it, you’d have dinner with them if he asked just like he did because you asked, a long and languid kiss that he hopes no one’s shifting around the curtains to be privy to. He withdraws first and says, “Your mom is sweet, I’d have dinner with her again.”

“I’ll let you know when she’s free, take her out, show her a good time,” you tease.

“If she’s anything like you I’m a goner,” he laments.

“You’re a flirt, is what you are.”

You kiss him again, beaming, heart swollen with affection.

When you go back inside and Susan tells you how wonderful and handsome she thought Steve was, how good he seemed for you, that rush flows through you all over again. You even bring her in for a hug.

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