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Let's Talk About Clocks, Baby
Something is off with the timeline, emotions alter time, Mike is in danger, and it'll be up to Will Byers to fix this whole mess.
I'll be taking a look at some of the most prominent clocks and time references in Stranger Things to see if we can learn anything from them. At the heart of this analysis is the idea that Will is the antidote to the time fuckery. Oh, and also emotions have the power to alter the movement of time. Aka emotionsgate?! And gay love will save the day. This is a long one, so I hope you enjoy your read! :)
"We are all time travellers, if you think about it."
We've all been talking about the time shenanigans going on in Stranger Things, lately, so in my current rewatch of ST3, I've been looking out for any possible hints that could have been foreshadowing for ST4. I've found a couple.
First, let's bring in the Starcourt Mall clock.
This is the clock used in the Russian code. You know, the part that goes "when blue meets yellow in the west"? Yeah, that clue is inside a CLOCK
We all know about colour theory, how the Russian code has a possible ST4/byler meaning and how certain characters are coded with colours (blue = Mike, yellow = Will), so that bit is obvious. And yeah, colour theory is a bit overdone, but hear me out!
The fact that clocks are Vecna’s symbol and that’s the thing the blue and yellow part of the code has been applied to?! Wild.
The obvious main clock symbol is the grandfather clock at the Creel house that appears in the visions of Vecna’s victims. In the visions, the same clock rings four times (meaning four gates). It's even this very clock that orchestrates the fall of Hawkins. But clocks also appear behind Max before we learn that she’s the next target. This is massive foreshadowing!
So all of this got me thinking of clocks and time, and all of the theories floating around that show how important time is going to be in ST5. The whole plot of the final season is going to be about defeating Vecna, who is associated with clocks, and dealing with Upside-Down-Hawkins. This last bit is extra interesting since we know the Upside Down is set in the past.
And for a long time my main theory has been that Will is the key to finally defeating Vecna. Which I still think will be true, but I also think it’ll have more to do with the time shenanigans than I originally suspected.
I mean, Dustin isn't far off when he says this in ST4:
Will's connection with Vecna is special. From the parallels between him and Henry to Will the Wise and the numerous hints that he has untapped powers. And especially the fact that he's the one who realizes the Mind Flayer and Vecna are still alive (in ST3/ST4, respectively).
So, because Vecna is associated with clocks, I've been looking out for other clocks during my rewatch. Which brings me back to this:
The Starcourt Mall clock is specifically mentioned in the text. In fact, it's part of the Russian code. It isn't just a prop, but a piece of the plot. That's what made me do a triple-take while watching, this time around. It isn't just a random clock.
So, if Will is yellow and the key to defeating Vecna (more on that shortly), then what does the clock say about all this?
If I allow myself to get extra meta with the visual analysis, the fact that the clock’s hands play into colour theory could be a clue. It's the hands that are yellow and blue: the active parts of the clocks which have the ability to move through time. The hands of a clock show time moving. As we know, time in the Upside Down has stopped for some reason. It's stuck in a loop related to Will's disappearance.
Entering the UD is a bit like time travelling. And as El said at the start of ST4, we're all time travellers.
In fact, we know that Henry’s powers have some effect on time. Or at least on the Creel clock. Because when Henry first taps into his powers, the grandfather clock's hands start to move backwards. It’s implied that Henry is making this happen.
The same thing happens later in the season, when Vecna is showing Nancy the vision of Hawkins’ future. It includes this clip of the Creel clock with its hands turning backwards:
So, in a way, Vecna is altering time. We aren’t sure how or why yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it has something to do with emotions or trauma (which I'll get into soon). Especially because Vecna's attacks have to do with trauma, and the antidote so far has been positive emotions and memories that are brought to the surface through music.
Clock Magic?
Another thing to take into consideration is how the Creel clock is connected to Henry's powers, and also seems to possess power of its own. We see this when Max "dies" and the fourth gate is created. The Creel clock chimes four times, and then the Upside Down begins to leak into Hawkins. We can see this in the two GIFs below (shit quality, sorry about that!):
The clock chimes four times and then there is a "frenzied ticking" which builds throughout the scene as Hawkins falls to Vecna. The scene implies that the clock itself has something to do with this.
What does this mean for the timeline in ST5?
We know the Upside Down is in the past. Specifically, the day Will vanishes (November 6, 1983). It seems likely that it works as a time loop, with the same day on repeat until the cycle is broken. Or maybe there are several days which repeat themselves until it resets at the point Will enters the UD. We really don't know for sure. But we do know that it's definitely the past.
What does this mean for Hawkins? Is Hawkins becoming stuck in time as well? Will it be cut off from the outside world because of this? Is the clock slowing down time, ensuring Hawkins remains stuck in its current state because emotions (we'll get there, don't worry)? I definitely don't have the answers yet, but please let me know if you have any ideas how this could be working. It's all so fascinating!
But however it works, there's definitely some time fuckery going on. Whether it's related to the Creel clock itself or Vecna's powers, or whatever Will has done that made the UD shape to himself — well, again, who knows! Not me, but I wanted to point it out because it's clearly going to be a massive part of ST5.
Will is the Antidote
Season 5 is going to be about defeating Vecna (obviously).
But first: in order to stop a villain, you need an antidote to their powers. Right now, El and Vecna share most of the same powers. She hasn't been able to defeat him yet, even though her powers are the strongest they have ever been. There's a missing piece there.
We see this illustrated in the D&D game at the start of ST4, which serves as foreshadowing for the events that happen in the season. An 11 is rolled, but it's a miss. It isn't until Erica (an unlikely hero and outsider in the game) rolls a 20 that Vecna is defeated. And then that exact thing plays out in Hawkins when El isn't able to defeat Vecna.
We have yet to see what the IRL 20 will be, because Vecna "wins" at the end of ST4. He gets what he wanted when the four gates are created and Hawkins falls. But my guess is that it'll have to do with Will. Everything began with Will, and it will end with him too.
Which brings me back to Will and the clock. Because Will serves as a foil for Vecna as a character. They are both sensitive and different (read: gay) and have an abusive parent who tries to make them fit into societal expectations — to no avail. They both draw. They both have close connections with the UD and Mind Flayer. But here we're getting a bit of a Star Wars light side / dark side of the force parallel, where Will has chosen to be good and Vecna has become the villain.
One character is trying their best to work through their trauma, and the other is lashing out in anger.
All of this is to say that I think the Starcourt Mall clock could be a bit of foreshadowing for ST4 and the role Will plays moving forward into ST5. Just as Henry is able to stop time in the UD, Will will be able to move it forward again.
This could happen in any number of ways, and I'm still not sure how the weird time shenanigans will play out, but what I am certain of is that Will is the key to solving everything. And it will likely come down to emotions and healing his traumatic past.
Time and Emotions
At the very start of ST4, El quotes something Joyce tells her about time. She says that emotions slow time down, but they also speed it back up. She then directly mentions time travel in relation to our emotions.
"Joyce says time is funny like that. Emotions can make it speed up or slow down. We are all time travellers, if you think about it."
Given this line about time travel being related to emotions, I think that emotions/feelings/love are going to be the thing that allows Will to fix the UD and defeat Vecna.
This bit about emotions is huge. Because we see that the UD is shaped by Henry, and is later shaped around Will’s vanishing. Emotional and traumatic memories for the both of them. In Will’s case, did time in the UD dimension slow down because he left an emotional imprint on the landscape, via his trauma?
And if this really is the case, then it only seems natural that the process of saving Hawkins will be wrapped up with Will healing his trauma. Just like how Vecna's victims can be saved through music and positive memories/emotions.
Like the cleric he plays in D&D, Will is going to save Hawkins, healing his own trauma and dealing with his emotions in order to move forward.
How?
Realizing the power within himself in both a literal and metaphorical sense. Harnessing the powers he has and his connection to the MF/Vecna, yes, but also by learning that he is a valuable person who doesn't have to make himself smaller for the benefit of other people's happiness.
Confronting his trauma relating to the Upside Down, maybe by helping to close it off once and for all; or by restoring it to its pre-Vecna state. Healing that dimension so the leakage of Henry Creel's trauma doesn't seep into Hawkins any longer. And in doing so, healing the trauma within himself.
Accepting his own queerness and learning that being different doesn't make him a mistake. Realizing that he is loved and deserves to feel this love. Part of this will be related to coming out, and I think another piece will be related to requited love.
All of these have to do with his emotions, and they will be the way he’s able to save Hawkins.
Because when we look at Vecna and his victims, what he represents as a metaphor in the show, we're dealing in the area of emotions and trauma. For Max, she is dealing with complicated feelings after Billy's death. But she also represses those feelings and doesn't open up to her friends until it's almost too late.
If we look at Patrick, Lucas suspected he was dealing with abuse at home, but Patrick never talked about it with anyone. Same with Fred's guilt about the hit-and-run. He's terrified of the idea that he'll be found out. In the case of Chrissy, her own boyfriend has no idea about what she's going through.
So not only are Vecna's victims dealing with trauma, mental health issues, and complex emotions, but they are also actively repressing these emotions.
Not to get too psychoanalytic here, but healing from trauma and dealing with your emotions properly requires you to be open, rather than repressing what you feel. I think this is one reason why music is used as the antidote to getting Vecna'd. Because music allows us to deal with our emotions in a more positive way. It also connects us to positive memories, like Running Up That Hill does for Max, or Should I Stay Or Should I Go does for Will.
In Will's case, a large piece in his character arc is learning to accept that he's gay and has feelings for Mike. Really, this has been most of his arc for ST3 and ST4. This isn't resolved yet, so he'll be continuing to deal with this self-acceptance (and eventual coming out process) in ST5.
To bring it back to that Starcourt Mall clock: Will is the yellow hand on the clock, but it isn't just him that's implicated in all of this. This is yellow meeting blue that we're talking about!
The blue hand. What is Mike's role in all of this?
So if clocks = Vecna, and Will is going to be the antidote to healing Hawkins, then Mike has his own important role to play as the other hand on the clock (and also as the boy Will is in love with, and a main character who is repressing a lot of his own issues).
If Vecna has another target, it's going to be Mike.
[GIF doesn't belong to me! You can find it here]
I feel so strongly about this. For SO many reasons.
Here's a bulleted list of some of them:
Mike has displayed feelings of self-loathing over the course of the show (cliff scene, I'm looking you right in the eye)
He represses his emotions, both to his loved ones and the audience — and potentially with himself
The above GIF is a very ominous parallel between Mike and Max which suggests Mike may be about to get a Vecna vision. HOWEVER, the scene is from Will's POV, so we don't see what Mike sees
Which is its own point: we haven't seen what Mike sees in all of ST4 (except briefly in the couch scene, which I analyzed here), as well as most of ST3. His inner world is deliberately hidden
If Mike is gay and/or in love with Will like I believe he is, there will be a lot of unresolved feelings to deal with there. The kind of micro-trauma queer folks deal with, especially during the 1980s
The tense relationship between Mike and both of his parents, but especially Ted. This point doubles when you contextualize it with Ted being a Reagan supporter (aka a rampant homophobe whose disgusting treatment of queer men in the 80s led to thousands of deaths)...who knows what kind of shit he's said to Mike that we haven't been shown
The whole trauma of having his best friend "die" and then turn up alive, as well as the similar trauma of believing El was still out there even though everyone assumed she died
Probably other shit I'm forgetting. But mostly how weird he's been acting, and especially how terrified he looks on that couch
I know lots of people assume Will is Vecna's #1 target, but I actually don't think he's a target at all. Will is more akin to a Luke Skywalker type figure who Vecna wants to team up with, turning him to the "dark side" because he sees Will as similar to him. There's a reason Vecna didn't have Will killed like everyone else.
As we’ve learned: emotions can speed up time or slow it down. I’m thinking there’s probably a metaphorical thing with positive vs. negative feelings as well. Like: not dealing with our trauma and repressing our negative feelings leads to a person being stuck in the past. In a literal way with the Upside Down, but also a metaphorical way. Positive emotions work in the opposite way, allowing us to let go of the past and move into the future.
Emotions can turn back the clock. They can slow down time. Emotions = time travel
The above scene is from the end of ST3, when Hopper's letter is being read out as the Byers move away. Hopper is describing how he was afraid of change (the future, El growing up, things changing), so he tried to stop that change. He tried to TURN BACK THE CLOCK. And look at who the camera pans to when he says this...
In a scene which directly mirrors the hug between Karen and Mike when Mike runs home believing Will is dead.
Both scenes have Heroes playing in the background, by the way. A song which summarizes all of the queer themes in the show, which I did an analysis of here.
Mike is a character who we don’t know anything about the internal world of. Which I think is a massive red (green?) flag for his chances of getting the Vecna treatment, given that he’s really the only main character who we don’t hear from in this way. The only time it even appears like we might be hearing from him, he’s just parroting what Will tells him to say to El.
So, for me, the blue hand (Mike) in the clock (Vecna) is foreshadowing for the fact that he may be targeted by Vecna in ST5. Maybe he's already been targeted and we just haven't seen it from his POV, yet. I actually think this will be the reason Will stops repressing his powers and learns how to use them (whatever they are). Or learns to use his connection to the UD in order to save the love of his life.
Because if all of this time stuff comes down to emotion, Will needs to accept that his feelings for Mike don’t make him a mistake. He needs to learn to accept himself. And is there any better catalyst to enact that change than Mike being in danger? We saw how a life or death scenario made Max open up a bit more to her friends, and I feel the same will happen with Mike and Will.
So, to recap:
Clocks represent Vecna and also play into the weird time shenanigans that ST5 will definitely deal with
The Starcourt Mall clock has yellow (Will) and blue (Mike) hands to indicate that those two will play a key role in defeating Vecna
Will: is the antidote/positive opposite to Vecna; who Henry could have been if he healed from his trauma -> this means Will is the only one who can stop Vecna for good
Mike: prime target for a Vecna'ing in ST5 due to his whole aura, and this will probably be the catalyst for Will kicking into gear and solving shit
There's some funky stuff going on with the timeline/possible time travel stuff that is way too detailed for this analysis, and it's definitely an essential part of ST5 that we'll be dealing with
Emotions alter time and may even play into how time travel and the speeding up / slowing down of time works in the show
Healing trauma, dealing with emotions, and accepting yourself are all going to be major themes in ST5, and this will be the way that Vecna is defeated: the power of love?! I love to see it
Also: the Creel house clock might have some power of its own?
Author's Note
Well, that's it! The power of gay love saves the day. Truly iconic, if you ask me.
This analysis has been so fun to put together over the last week, and I hope you all have fun reading it as well! Originally it was meant to be a breakdown of the Starcourt Mall clock, but then I remembered the quote about emotions and time travel and it kind of had me gnawing at my screen because hyperfixations, so there's that.
As always, I love to hear people's thoughts on these analysis posts, so if you have any ideas that go along with this, feel free to add onto it. Or you can send me an ask if you have any questions! I'd love to hear what you think! :)
—Em
#this is like 3000 words lmao#and I think I still have more to say about it - especially the emotions/time stuff#anyways clocks are fun let’s talk about clocks. and emotions. and trauma. and gay love#oh and time travel!#st5 theory#mike you’re in danger! run!#byler#will byers is a hero and henry creel deserved a better childhood#what the FUCK is going on with that creek clock btw - I can’t figure that but out#byler analysis#byler meta#stranger things analysis#st5 theories#stranger things theory#stranger things meta#vecna#the upside down
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𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃ℯ𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓂ℯ
Warnings: villain couple, they murder children, young!william, and young!reader in the beginning(imagine him as Stu), older!reader and older!william towards the end, character death, angst, blood, spring lock scene
The 80’s
The breeze nipped at your skin, you hadn’t expected it to be so cold. William came behind you, putting a jacket on.
���You really went back to the house just for a jacket?”
He looked back at the house still in view. “It’s right there.” He grabbed your hand, slipping it into his own. You both walked down the road.
It was rare for moments like these between you to. He and you were usually stuffing children in suits at the moment, which, I guess was also pretty romantic.
You were a bit younger than him, only a few years. It raised some suspicion among people, but you were both adults, so to you, it didn’t matter.
“I want a kid.” You brought up one time, he looked at you with wide eyes.
“I… maybe.” He smiled at the thought now when he looked back on it.
You both had created Freddy’s together, along with some help from Henry, but he wasn’t important.
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Now
“I don’t get why you haven’t knocked it down yet.” You asked him one day, while he collected some files from his fake job counseling job. He looked up at you with a small smile.
“Guess you could say I’m sentimental.”
“Well, did you find anyone?”
He sighed “Yeah. This guy, Mike, has a little sister. He’s desperate for anything.” He stood up, and you both walked outside.
“Well, I’m sure they’ll love her.” You kissed his cheek.
“I’m sure they will.”
“You know, I find it really crazy on how we still haven’t gotten caught yet, with everything that’s happened.”
He turned his head to look at you “Don’t tell me you’re getting scared now.” He raised an eyebrow.
You shook your head. “No. As long as I have you, I’ll be fine.”
“That’s right.” He laughed quietly, as you both continued to walk down the street together.
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You knew something was wrong, he was taking longer than usual. Your legs bounced in the car as you tried to wait, but you couldn’t. You got out the car, shutting the door quietly.
“That’s enough! Drop the knife.” Vanessa said, holding a gun in front of him.
“Vanessa..?” You mumbled out, slipping inside.
They all turned to you now.
“I thought I told you to wait in the car.” He pointed to knife at you, his modulated voice wasn’t very pleasant to listen to.
“Mom..?”
“This isn’t about her.” He grumbled out, trying to take any attention off of you, so that you weren’t in danger as well.
“You may have forgotten your loyalties, but I assure you they have not.” He threw the mask across the floor, and you looked at the little girl who screamed her brothers name, running up to him.
“Now, put that thing away and help me and your mom clean up the mess you created!” He shouted.
“Come on.” He chuckled, walking towards her slowly. “We both know you’re not gonna use a…”
She shot him, making him groan. Then she looked at you. She pointed it at you then, you without anything to protect you.
You slowly walked towards her as well, making her back up too. She was scared, of you both.
“You wouldn’t.” You said, william stood back and watched with a raised eyebrow.
“You don’t know me. You did nothing for me.”
“I raised you. I did.. everything for you. We did everything for you. This is how you repay us?”
She pointed her gun back at William who was now walking towards you again, he put a hand on your shoulder.
“I’ll take it from here.” He mumbled in your ear, you walked away. He swung at her gun, knocking it to the floor.
“You had one job. One. Keep him in the dark, and kill him if he got too close.”
“That’s two jobs.”
He started to choke her, you stared in shock at the scene.
Disrespectful. She was being disrespectful. How dare she say you did nothing for her? She deserved what would happen, now.
He looked at the little girl who was drawing a picture. You grabbed the girl before she could put it up, making her drop it to the floor. He stopped choking Vanessa, dropping her to the floor as well as you put a knife to the girls throat.
“No!” Vanessa grabbed your arm, making the knife clatter as well.
“Let go, Vanessa.”
“I won’t let you hurt her, too.”
William came up and stabbed her without her realizing, your eyes widened. He stared at her solemnly for a moment, before looking up at the girl you had accidentally let slip.
You were shocked, as you stared at the daughter you and William had created. Did she deserve it?
He ran towards the girl who was now putting her picture back up.
“Hey. Hey.” He said, standing back.
The lights crackled, and went out. You looked back at the two, standing up now.
“What have you done?” He said.
A spotlight was shown on the picture, of the yellow rabbit holding a knife, a girl beside him with one as well. A girl looking like you.
The animatronics walked towards the picture, looking at it as they all looked at you both. They started to walk towards you both.
“They can see you now. They know what you did.”
“Move. Move!” William yelled to them, shielding you behind himself. The lights blinded you both.
“Mike!” Abby ran over to him.
“Look at you. Look at the nasty things you have become. Look how small you are, how worthless you are. You are wretched, rotten, little beasts! We made you!”
The cupcake flew towards him, it ripped apart the suit and the spring locks locked in on his skin. You gasped when you realized. You fell to the floor in front of him as he let out pained breaths.
It felt like your worst nightmare was coming true.
“Will. Will.” You cried out, gripping his shoulders. Sobs filled his ears,he looked at you. “I love you. I love you.” You mumbled, desperately gripping onto the man.
“I love you.” He mumbled quietly, sounding like he was in pain. Reaching for his mask, he turned to them now.
“I always come back.”
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Also did I seriously write this at 4 am in the morning instead of sleepin? Yeah
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My Super Gay/Queer Reading List
The Long Run by James Acker
Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli
Another Dimension of Us by Mike Albo
Wonders of the Invisible World by Christopher Barzak
Alan Cole Is Not a Coward by Eric Bell
Alan Cole Doesn’t Dance by Eric Bell
The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black
In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan
Felix Yz by Lisa Bunker
Last Bus to Everland by Sophie Cameron
Dragging Mason County by Curtis Campbell
The House of Impossible Beauties by Joseph Cassara
Peter Darling by Austin Chant
Carry the Ocean by Heidi Cullinan
The Love Interest by Cale Dietrich
Half Bad by Sally Green
Half Wild by Sally Green
Half Lost by Sally Green
Heartbreak Boys by Simon James Green
Gay Club by Simon James Green
You’re the One That I Want by Simon James Green
We Contain Multitudes by Sarah Henstra
Totally Joe by James Howe
After School Activities by Dirk Hunter
At the Edge of the Universe by Shaun David Hutchinson
The Past and Other Things That Should Stay Buried by Shaun David Hutchinson
We Are the Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson
The Five Stages of Andrew Brawley by Shaun David Hutchinson
A Complicated Love Story Set in Space by Shaun David Hutchinson
The Boy Who Couldn’t Fly Straight by Jeff Jacobson
Haffling by Caleb James
The Lightning-Struck Heart by T.J. Klune
A Destiny of Dragons by T.J. Klune
The Consumption of Magic by T.J. Klune
A Wish Upon the Stars by T.J. Klune
The Extraordinaries by T.J. Klune
Flash Fire by T.J. Klune
Heat Wave by T.J. Klune
The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune
Openly Straight by Bill Konigsberg
The Bridge by Bill Konigsberg
Destination Unknown by Bill Konigsberg
The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee
Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan
Every Day by David Levithan
Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan
Ryan and Avery by David Levithan
How to Repair a Mechanical Heart by J.C. Lillis
Take a Bow, Noah Mitchell by Tobias Madden
When Ryan Came Back by Devon McCormack
Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston
Fraternity by Andy Mientus
The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
The Art of Starving by Sam J. Miller
Hero by Perry Moore
I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson
More Than This by Patrick Ness
Junior Hero Blues by J.K. Pendragon
The City Beautiful by Aden Polydoros
When Everything Feels Like the Movies by Raziel Reid
Kens by Raziel Reid
Emmett by Lev A.C. Rosen
Jack of Hearts by Lev A.C. Rosen
Camp by Lev A.C. Rosen
Carry On by Rainbow Rowell
Wayward Son by Rainbow Rowell
Rainbow Boys by Alex Sanchez
Rainbow High by Alex Sanchez
Rainbow Road by Alex Sanchez
So Hard to Say by Alex Sanchez
The 99 Boyfriends of Micah Summers by Adam Sass
The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer
All Kinds of Other by James Sie
They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera
History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera
More Happy Than Not by Adam Silvera
Grasshopper Jungle by Andrew Smith
Freak Show by James St. James
Ray of Sunlight by Brynn Stein
The Dangerous Art of Blending In by Angelo Surmelis
366 Days by Kiyoshi Tanaka
The Language of Seabirds by Will Taylor
Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas
Wild and Crooked by Leah Thomas
Because You’ll Never Meet Me by Leah Thomas
Spin Me Right Round by David Valdes
Always the Almost by Edward Underhill
Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White
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episode two: the weirdo on maple street
Trying to ease the awkwardness, you hold up a poster and offer it to them, but Steve snatches it from your grasp.
“Henderson, didn’t know you were also a little know-it-all. Why don’t you share your review sheet with the rest of us?” He says, casting a teasing look your way. It isn’t until he inspects the piece of paper that he finally notices that it’s a missing poster for a child, not a review sheet. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.”
You snatch the poster back from him. “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”
summary: you use your limited psych knowledge to help a bald girl, you force jonathan to accept $20 and he's later an ass to you, steve doesn't know what a "missing" poster looks like, and it's really hard being a single mother to now four kids.
rating: general, but there's cursing as usual and steve being... well, steve - but hes still season 1 steve so give him some time
warnings: cursing, fem!reader, use of y/n, and there's more angst in this chapter with some fighting between reader and jonathan, so fair warning.
words: 10.1k (the longest thing ive ever written)
before you swing in: i'm almost done with chapter 4, so here's a sweet treat as i cram for exams lmao. some housekeeping: should i do a tag list ? i got a few questions about it, so pls let me know soldiers. also, i feel the need to clarify that i adore nancy but for plot reasons - reader and her don't really get along (but they def will later, trust me). season 1 nancy and steve are just so silly. anyways, i hope y'all enjoy this loooong chapter. the rest definitely aren't as lengthy due to plot, but wow. i amazed myself. carry on !
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Your jeans drip onto the Wheeler’s carpet, and you’ve definitely left a wet imprint on the couch cushion beneath you. The other boys are dripping as well, but all their attention is on the girl in front of them.
After finding her in the woods, your motherly instincts kicked in, immediately removing your coat to place on her and gently ushering her to your bike and demanding that the boys go back to Mike’s. Your mom is home, so your house was out of the question, and it’s always been easy sneaking into the Wheeler’s, anyways.
Once you all had made it back, you guided the girl onto the couch and sat next to her. You refuse to let her go too far from you, having no idea where she came from or why, but regardless you know she’s too young for any of it to have been good.
Which leads you to now: wearily watching the boys stare at the girl as if she’s some science experiment, asking her a million questions a second.
Bless them and their little prepubescent minds.
Lucas reaches out to touch her, and before you can nudge him away, Mike slaps at his hand. “Stop it! You’re freaking her out!”
“She’s freaking me out!” Lucas retaliates, which honestly? That’s fair. The girl hasn’t said anything yet, even after your multiple attempts to get her to do so. No matter how much you try, you can’t coax a response out of her.
“I bet she’s deaf.” Your brother offers, suddenly clapping his hands to scare her, making both you and her flinch. “Not deaf…”
You roll your eyes at him. “Guys, she’s probably just really scared right now. We should give her some space,” you look at both Lucas and Dustin, “and time,” now you look at Mike. The three boys deflate a bit.
“She’s probably cold,” Mike says after a moment of silence, and you nod at his suggestion. Seeing your agreement, he walks over to a basket of clothes and takes out some pajamas.
While Mike is away, thunder rumbles and the girl jumps, unconsciously getting closer to you. You wrap an arm around her reassuringly, making note that she doesn’t like loud noises. If anything, she’s showing more and more signs of trauma response, which makes you uneasy. You remember Hopper saying something about Will being in danger. What are the odds that this little girl was running from something as well?
“Here, these are clean.” Mike’s return breaks you from your thoughts, and you take the clothes from him and stand up. You thank him, then offer your hand to the girl. She looks at you uncertainly.
“It’s okay,” you reassure her. “Let’s go get you dressed in some warm clothes. I’m right here, sweetheart.”
“She’s super nice.” Dustin says, trying to help.
Lucas adds, “Yeah, you can trust her.”
“She’s alright.” Is all Mike offers.
You give them all an appreciative smile, even if Mike is being a bit of an ass, and then you feel a small, cold hand wrap around yours. The girl stands up, looking around shyly, and you lead her to the bathroom. When you go to close the door, she stops you.
Mike has followed, seeing the interaction. “You don’t want it closed?”
Her voice is quiet, solemn. “No,”
You and Mike look at each other, and he voices what you’re thinking. “So you can speak.”
He looks excited about this new information, and you shove his head out of the doorway. She needs to get dressed. “We’ll leave the door cracked, okay?”
She nods at you, and you stand guard outside the door. It’s not that you don’t trust the boys, but Mike has only known her for ten minutes and he’s already been nicer to her than you’ve ever seen him with anyone else. The only other person he’s this soft spoken to is Will, so you’re protective of her.
You can hear the boys discussing tonight’s events from the living area while the girl gets dressed. They sound scared, and a part of you can’t blame them. While you’re fairly certain that the girl isn’t dangerous, it’s still a creepy situation. Once again, Hopper’s new theory surrounding Will floats through your mind. This all can’t be some coincidence.
Sighing, you approach the boys and catch a bit of the conversation.
“Our houses become Alcatraz.” You hear Lucas saying, and you figure they’ve finally pieced together that there’s no way any of you can tell anyone about the girl. None of you were supposed to be out tonight. As much as you know you should tell an adult, you also need to be able to help Jonathan with finding Will. If your mom locks the house down, you’re doomed.
“Lucas is right,” the boys turn to you. “We can’t go to anyone about this just yet, but I also don’t think it’s a good idea to hide her. She’s been through something terrible, it’s obvious. Tonight, I say she gets some rest. We can figure out what to do later.”
Mike nods, for once agreeing wholeheartedly with you. “She’ll sleep here tonight-”
Dustin’s eyes widen in horror, “You’re letting a girl-”
You clamp your hand over his mouth, motioning for Mike to continue.
“Thanks, Y/N. In the morning, she sneaks around my house, goes to the front door and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and know exactly what to do. She’ll send her back to Pennhurst,”
They think she’s from Pennhurst? You think, but don’t verbalize it.
“Or wherever she comes from. We’ll be totally in the clear! And tomorrow night, we go back out, and this time we find Will.”
You gotta hand it to Mike Wheeler, he may be a pain in the ass, but he’s a smart pain in the ass. The plan is pretty sound, so long as he follows through with it. However, it’s him following through with it that leaves you a bit unsure.
He looks at you for approval, and you hesitantly nod. “It’s a pretty good plan, Wheeler. So long as you stick to it.”
Lucas and Dustin nod along with you, there’s an unspoken sense of doubt that Mike will actually be able to turn the girl over to his mom. Then she walks out, dressed now in some of Nancy’s old clothes. She draws into herself when you all turn to her, shy. You walk over and offer your hand again, which she accepts.
“Mike, go find her something to sleep on. Dustin, we gotta go soon before mom notices we’re gone.”
Both boys comply, with Mike searching for a sleeping bag and Dustin packing up his stuff. You crouch down next to the girl, so that you’re face to face, and give her a warm smile. “It was lovely meeting you. My name is Y/N, I hope Mike over there doesn’t give you a hard time tonight.”
Mike flips you off, having heard you. “If he’s annoying,” you lean in close to her now, whispering in her ear. “You have my permission to pinch him.”
The girl giggles, finally relaxing a bit, and you warm with pride. She’ll be okay, she seems like a very resilient girl and you’ll oddly miss her.
The two other boys are waiting for you upstairs. You all wish Mrs. Wheeler a good night and head out. Thankfully the rain has now stopped, so the bike ride home isn’t bad. You stop at Lucas’ turn to make sure he gets home safely before finally arriving at your place. As Dustin begins pedaling into your driveway, you don’t follow.
“I’m going to go see Jonathan, he didn’t answer my calls earlier and I just…”
Dustin waves at you, not even bothering to turn around. “Yeah yeah, go see your boyfriend. If mom asks, you’re asleep.”
“He’s not my boyfriend-”
“Are you seriously going to argue with me after I offered to cover for you?”
Your brother gives you a pointed look, and you know he’s right. “Touche.”
Dustin goes to leave, but you quickly grab at his jacket. “Before I forget, swear to me that you’ll keep me updated if anything weird happens, okay?”
He nods at you, knowing better than to argue, and gives you a mock salute as he heads inside.
The living room light is on when you arrive at the Byers home, despite the late hour, but you aren’t surprised. You knock on the door and wait. When no one comes, you knock again, a bit louder this time. After another few moments, the door swings open.
Jonathan has a finger over his lips in a shushing manner, motioning to Joyce who is passed out on the couch. You nod, letting him know you understand. The two of you go to his room and when he closes the door, you finally get a good look at him. He looks worse than he did earlier, the bags under his eyes have somehow gotten darker. His hair is a mess, his eyes bloodshot.
“You’re soaked.” Jonathan says.
“Yeah,” he doesn’t want to talk about it yet, so you play along. “Got caught in the rain. Are some of my spare clothes still in your bottom drawer?”
He nods at you, going over and grabbing a t-shirt and pajama pants for you. You accept them gratefully and excuse yourself to the bathroom to change. Your bones are cold, the rain seemingly having penetrated the layers of your skin. In the mirror you see that your own eyes are bloodshot; you don’t look much better than Jonathan, really.
When you return Jonathan is sitting on his bed, so you join him. It’s silent between you, all you can hear is his breathing. You stare straight ahead, so does he, and you wait. You’ve only seen Jonathan like this a handful of times, where the stress and anxiety becomes too much for him. He shuts down, draws into himself, and all you can do is wait for him to return to you; he always does.
“Mom got a call tonight.” Jonathan’s voice is hoarse, and he looks frail. You wonder if he ever did end up making the spaghetti you prepared for him.
“Who was it?”
He swallows heavily, taking a moment to respond. “She said it was Will.”
“Will?” You look at him now, searching for any signs on his face, his voice lacks emotion. By the way he stares blankly ahead, as if he’s not really present with you right now, you know that it hadn’t been Will on the other end.
“She started freaking out, going ballistic,” his voice cracks a bit, so you take a chance and reach for his hand. He lets you take it, giving you a squeeze, before continuing. “She was screaming, begging whoever it was to give Will back.”
Jonathan pauses again. You don’t say anything, because no words will help. He’s never been the type for comforting words, anyways. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. “It wasn’t him. Lightning struck and our phone got charred. It wasn’t Will.”
Now it’s your turn to squeeze Jonathan’s hand. He doesn’t deserve any of this. None of the Byers do. Out of the entire town, they’re the family who deserves the most that life can give. Will, too good. Jonathan, too selfless. Joyce, too loving. They’re the best damn people you know.
“I tried calming her down, but she was hysterical. She’s only asleep right now because she worked herself up too much and passed out. I’m worried she-'' Jonathan shakes his head, as if ashamed by his own words. “I’m worried she’s going crazy, Y/N.”
He’s quiet again, but you can tell he’s about to break. His knee is now bouncing up and down and his breathing has become slightly ragged. Everything from today has been building up, it was only a matter of time before he snapped. You’re also worried about Joyce, a part of you skeptical to believe her, but the little girl you found tonight in the rain? Something was definitely weird about Will’s disappearance, but you’re hesitant to tell Jonathan just yet. For all you know, she could’ve simply been a girl who got lost and will be returned to her family tomorrow.
You don’t want to worry Jonathan any more than you need to.
“I should’ve been there for him. I shouldn’t have taken that shift.” He gasps out, and like a dam the tears begin to fall. You’re quick to pull him into a hug and he crumbles into you. His body shakes with violent sobs and he clutches at you as if afraid you’ll leave.
“You can’t blame yourself.” You whisper, stroking a hand through his hair. He cries even harder, the force of it almost enough to knock you over, so you situate yourself so that you’re fully on the bed, laying against his pillows, with Jonathan crying into your chest beside you.
“He’s g-gone.”
“We’ll find him, I promise.” Your own tears threaten to come out, but you force them down. You have to be here for him, he needs you. The only other time Jonathan has so openly cried was when Lonnie left years ago. He’s been holding everything in since then, all those years of looking after his family, taking care of his brother, getting harassed by assholes like Tommy Hagan.
Neither of you say anything else, and you know that Jonathan needs to let it all out. You soothe him as best as you can, running a hand through his hair, stroking his back, reassuring him over and over again that none of this is his fault until your own voice becomes hoarse. You don’t know how long you stay like this, but sometime during the night Jonathan finally falls asleep, and you follow shortly after him.
—
Sunlight streams through Jonathan’s spare bed sheet that he’s pinned over his window, serving as a makeshift curtain, waking you up. You stretch, careful not to wake the boy beside you, and crawl out of the bed. You’re antsy, already knowing that today will be another long day. After grabbing some clothes from your designated drawer and getting dressed, you head into the kitchen and start making a quick breakfast. Just as you’re finishing up, Jonathan comes out of his room, dressed and ready for the day.
Neither of you say anything about the night prior, instead silently working around each other in the kitchen with years of practiced ease. He hands you the salt shaker right when you need it, you grab the pieces of toast that he popped into the toaster, the two of you never once get in each other’s way. You get deja vu, remembering all the times you’ve slept over with Dustin, you and Jonathan making the boys breakfast while they slept in.
The only indication that last night really happened is a forehead kiss from Jonathan, his lips soft against your head. Out of the two of you, you’re definitely the touchy one, so it’s always a nice surprise when he initiates the touch, and his forehead kisses were a welcome rarity.
When the plates have been made, Joyce gets up from the couch and stumbles over to the table. You quickly help her sit down, and for the first time since Will’s disappearance you’re able to really look at her. She looks like Jonathan, only worse. The bags under her eyes are darker, her hair is more matted, and you believe she’s still wearing the same shirt you saw her in the night that Will went missing.
“All right, mom. Breakfast is ready.” Jonathan tries to place her plate on the table, but Joyce stops him, worried about the poster of Will.
Jonathan gives you a look and you run over to the table, grabbing the poster so that he can set the plate down.
Joyce gives you a tired smile, “Thank you, Y/N, but I can’t eat.”
“I just need you to eat, mom.”
“Jonathan’s right, Mrs. Byers. You need to eat, we gotta keep your strength up.” You feel like you’re talking to a child, but in a way, you suppose you are.
The woman lights a cigarette instead, and faintly you wonder how many she’s had within the last 48 hours; you’ll need to wash your clothes when you get home. She begins to ask Jonathan to go to Xerox to make as many copies of Will’s poster as possible. You sit down in front of her, silently eating, knowing there’s no place for you in this conversation.
It’s not that the Byers are ashamed that they have little money, but you know it’s rude to listen in. They make do with what they have, and Jonathan has never felt embarrassed with you knowing it.
“I don’t want you to go alone,” Joyce says, causing you to speak up.
“I’ll go with him and help hang them up, it’s no problem.”
Jonathan turns to you. “You have that chem test, remember? I’m not letting you miss that.”
“Shit…” you bury your face into your hands. You completely forgot about that after finding the little girl last night and dealing with Jonathan. You’ve heard about how impossible the chem exams were, and science has never been your best subject. That was Dustin’s thing, your thing was more humanities.
“You’re the smartest person I know, you’ll ace the exam,” Jonathan reassures you before turning to his mom. “And I’ll handle the posters, it’s okay.”
Joyce has been lost in thought during your conversation with her son, only beginning to speak again when she’s asked how many copies will be efficient. Once she starts speaking again, it’s almost like she’s physically unable to stop. She begins to ramble, finally exposing the crumbling woman that you’ve only heard about, now understanding Jonathan’s fears for her.
“Mom-”
“If we… ten cents-”
“Mom!” Jonathan raises his voice a bit, now grabbing at his mother’s hand. “You can’t get like this, okay?”
The look on Joyce’s face kills you. She looks so lost, ashamed of her behavior, and you cast your head down; this is a private matter. Joyce profusely apologizes to him and all Jonathan can do is gently reassure her that it’s okay. All of this is okay.
Their tender moment is interrupted by knocking on the front door, revealing Hopper on the other side. His presence makes you uneasy, so you stay in the kitchen and begin to clean up with Jonathan while Joyce attacks him with questions.
“A little bit of trust here, alright? We’ve been searching all night.” You hear the cop say. Your hand clenches the sponge, rubbing a bit harder at the plate you’re cleaning. If they’ve been searching all night, why are they here now?
“Went all the way to Cartersville.” Ever since Will disappeared, you’ve been building a wall of hope within you that he’ll be found safe and sound. However, with every passing day, with every new situation that occurs, you can feel a piece of the wall collapse. You can feel it now; the search party went all the way to Cartersville.
“And?” Joyce asks.
“Nothing.” The cry that Joyce lets out causes you to drop the plate you’ve been cleaning, shattering on the floor. You curse, immediately bending down to pick up the pieces. Luckily it didn’t shatter into a million bits, but you still feel horrible for breaking one of their dishes.
Jonathan bends down as well to help, and the commotion catches Hopper’s attention. He sees you scrambling to clean up the mess and sighs with annoyance. “Does she live here or something?”
You and Jonathan look at each other, a slight smile on your faces, and only respond to Hopper with a synchronized shrug. You basically do live at the Byers’ at this point, you have been for years now. It was the same for Jonathan: if you weren’t at his house, he was at yours.
Joyce wipes some of her tears away. “Y/N is family, she’s here to help.”
Hopper ignores this, instead bringing up the phone call from the night before. Joyce leads him over to the phone, and you join them once you’ve collected the remaining pieces of broken glass. When you see the phone, you can’t help but gasp. Jonathan’s words from last night are accurate, the phone is charred.
“Storm barbecued this pretty good.” Hopper says.
Joyce waves her arms out, disbelieving. “The storm? You’re saying that that’s not… weird?”
“No, it’s weird.” Hopper begins, but you cut him off.
“It’s really weird.”
He glares at you. You mumble a quick sorry and back away a bit while Jonathan asks if the call can be traced. Hopper focuses back on the situation at hand, informing him that it isn’t possible and then questions if Joyce even heard Will in the first place. The question makes you cringe, knowing it’ll only make Joyce more agitated and hurt.
“Flo said you just heard some breathing.”
It’s the way he phrases the question, the way he emphasizes the word “just”, that bothers you. This woman has just lost her kid, what kind of mother wouldn’t know her own child’s breathing?
“Even if it was ‘just’ some breathing, I’d know it was my brother. Will is her son, she’d know better than anyone.” You find yourself saying. The words weren’t meant to leave your mouth, but the appreciative look Joyce casts your way outweighs the fear from Hopper’s glare.
“It was him. It was Will, and he was scared. Then something-”
“It was probably just a prank call,” Hopper tries to reason with her, causing you to roll your eyes at him. You respect the guy, you do, but could he at least attempt to listen to Joyce?
You excuse yourself before you say anything else, heading back into the kitchen to collect the two posters you and Jonathan made. While the others talk, you grab his things and pack his bag for him. You know he’ll probably skip school today to get the copies done in time, maybe keep an eye on his mom, so you make a mental note to inform him later that you’ll help with putting the fliers up the second you’re done with the exam. He needs someone there for him.
When you’ve grabbed the last of Jonathan’s things, Lonnie’s name is mentioned. You freeze, standing right outside the hall from them, only a wall between you. If Lonnie is somehow involved in this, you’ll kill him yourself. He was always cruel to Will, even when you were around to witness it. You hate him more than anything in this damn world.
“It’s been long enough, I’m having him checked out.” Hopper declares, storming out of the house.
You count to three in your head, and the second you get to three, Jonathan is following after Hopper. You knew he would, hating his father the most out of everyone who has had the displeasure of meeting him. You follow behind him, heading outside to talk to the Chief.
“Hey, Hopper. Let me go.”
Hopper takes a drag from his cigarette, facing the two of you. “I’m sorry?”
“To Lonnie’s,” Jonathan says, looking at you for backup.
You do your best to try. “If Will’s there, that means he probably ran away. Cops will scare the poor boy, he’ll think he’s in trouble.”
“And he’ll hide. He’s good at hiding.” Jonathan finishes for you.
Hopper stares at you both, inhaling more smoke from his cigarette and blowing it in your direction with a curious look in his eyes. “You two are sickening to be near, you know that?”
You and Jonathan share an annoyed look. A kid is missing, and you still have to clarify that you aren’t together? “It’s not like that,” Jonathan says.
“Sure, you know cops are good at detecting lies,” Hopper approaches him now, grabbing his shoulders. For a brief second you’re afraid he’ll hurt him. “And we’re also good at finding, okay? Stay here with your mom. She needs you.”
Hopper punches at Jonathan’s shoulder before facing you. “And you,” you brace for whatever he’s about to say, knowing you probably aren’t his favorite person at the moment. He points at Jonathan, “He needs you.”
His words hang in the air several minutes after he’s gone. You glance at Jonathan, but he doesn’t meet your eye and instead he goes back inside. You sigh, following after him because it’s what you do. Hopper’s right, he needs you.
Jonathan’s in the living room, speaking softly to his mom when you enter. You don’t disturb them but rather snatch Jonathan’s keys from the counter and wait for him by the door. Like Joyce said, Xerox opens in about thirty minutes and you have a chem exam to take. If you leave now, you’ll be able to make the copies with him and be back in time before school.
The ride to Xerox is tense, you know Jonathan is upset that he’s been sidelined by Hopper. You also know that he’s torn between wanting to help his mom and staying out of his house as much as possible. If it weren’t for your god damn chem test you’d offer to skip and hide out at your place, but you can’t. Jonathan wouldn’t let you risk your future for him (even though you would, in a heartbeat, a million times over).
The man at Xerox gives Jonathan a look of pity, clearly recognizing Will’s picture on the poster. It’s your favorite photo of him, smiling with all his teeth and happy as can be. From what you’ve heard, the whole town has been conducting search parties for him. Jonathan ignores the look and asks for the 200 copies to be made.
It’s just you and him in the store as you wait for the prints to be done. The guy said it’d be about a ten minute wait so you wander around the store. Jonathan clearly is in a no talking mood, so you occupy yourself with whatever you find. You wish you’d brought your backpack to Jonathan’s last night so you could at least study a bit while waiting, but you didn’t. It’d be a miracle if you pass this exam.
Jonathan wanders around as well, so you give a quick look around and find the employee. He’s standing over the printer when you approach. “I’d like to pay for the copies, please.”
“You can pay after they’re done-”
“No, I can’t let him see,” you point over to Jonathan, who is now looking at some stationary. “Please, just let me pay now so he can yell at me later.”
The guy gives you a shrug, clearly not getting paid enough to care. “Okay, it’ll be $20. Just leave the money on the counter over there, the prints should be done soon.”
You nod and do as you’re told, leaving the $20 bill on the counter while Jonathan isn’t looking. He can kill you later, right now you want to make up for not being able to help with hanging them up. There’s literally hundreds to get through, he can’t do that all alone.
When the posters are done and Jonathan collects them, you wish the worker a good day and then wrap your arms around him and use all your strength to drag your friend into the car. He doesn't fight back at first, too confused by your actions, and you’re almost out the door before he sees the man pocket the money and wave at you. The dots connect in his head and Jonathan begins to fight against you.
“Y/N, let me pay-”
“Nope. Not happening!”
“We both know I’m stronger-”
“Debatable, honestly, seeing as how we’re almost to your car.”
“Let go!” He tugs harshly as his arm, which you’ve got a secure hold on, causing you to stumble a bit.
You plant your feet more firmly against the ground and use all your weight to pull the boy forward. You’re a few feet away from the car, just one more solid pull should do the trick. “Stop fighting this, Byers. I’ve already paid-”
“Which you shouldn’t have!”
“Keep fighting and drop all the posters, I dare you.”
Jonathan looks down at the posters in his spare hand, realizing that you’re right. If he doesn’t give in soon, they’ll topple over. He lets out an agitated groan, throwing his head back, and then marches over to the car to unlock it and fling himself into the driver’s seat. “Just get in.”
You do a small victory dance and hop in the car.
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
He hesitates only for a moment. “God, I hate that I do.”
You smile, buckling your seatbelt. Jonathan pulls out of the parking lot and begins the drive to school. He’s less tense this time, at least. The small little wrestling match between the two of you seemingly did some good, then.
When you pull up to school, you once again apologize to Jonathan for being unable to help. He waves you off, understanding.
“It’s okay, I promise. I can’t have you failing out of high school because of me.”
You roll your eyes. “One test won’t make me become a high school dropout, Jonathan.”
He ruffles your hair, which you slap him for. “You can join me after, okay? Good luck, bug.”
“Fine, but I’m taking some posters with me so I can hang up on my way to my locker.”
“Deal.”
You run to your locker, flinging it open and letting out a sigh of relief when you spot your chem cards. Honestly, you really should’ve prepared better for your little sleepover at the Byers. You glance at the watch on your wrist, noting that you have roughly fifteen minutes to memorize all the elements in the periodic table as well as some chemistry definitions.
Just peachy.
You tie your hair up so you can focus better and grab the note cards. If you review the cards as you walk to class, you can save at least three minutes of studying time. You tuck the few remaining posters of Will under your arm and begin to head to your class, getting absorbed in all the elements and words. As you’re skimming a card about protein being K, you run into Nancy and Barb, who also seem to have the same idea as you.
“Oh, hey Y/N.” Nancy greets you, Barb waving to you as well.
They’re being nice, so you try to make conversation. “Studying for Kaminsky’s test?”
They nod at you and Nancy sighs, “Yeah, his exams are the worst.”
You laugh a bit, for once on the same page as her. “I know. I spent last night at Jonathan’s, I completely forgot about the test until this morning. I’m screwed.”
Barb raises her eyebrows at you while Nancy suddenly looks sad. “Oh, I’m sorry about Will. I know you and him are close.”
“Yeah, it must be hard taking care of Jonathan right now.” Barb voices.
You give them both an awkward smile. “Thanks, I guess? It’s just, there’s still hope, so…”
The three of you stand there as your voice trails off. It’s painfully awkward. While you’ve known Nancy since you were 12, and at some point you even called her a close friend of yours, the second you entered high school she became distant. You never blamed her for it, people simply grow up and grow apart. Now you only ever interact with her if it concerns the boys.
Trying to ease the awkwardness, you hold up a poster and offer it to them, but Steve snatches it from your grasp.
“Henderson, didn’t know you were also a little know-it-all. Why don’t you share your cheat sheet with the rest of us?” He says, casting a teasing look your way. It isn’t until he inspects the piece of paper that he finally notices that it’s a missing poster for a child, not a review sheet. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.”
You snatch the poster back from him. “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”
His friends laugh, but Steve has a bit of heart to look guilty, so you count that as something. His shame doesn’t last long though and the goofy and sweet boy who made sure you were okay after almost hitting you with his car is gone.
Steve plays off the situation as if it were nothing. “Let me make it up to you, Henderson. I know you’re probably stressed out of your mind dealing with boyfriend troubles because of Bill-”
“His name is Will,” you grit out, remembering now why you dislike Steve so much. Everything was about impressing his friends, and while you can sympathize with him, it doesn’t give him an excuse to be an asshole.
“Right, Will. Anyways, I was just about to inform Nance over here that my dad has left town on a conference and my mom’s gone with him, ‘cause, ya know, she doesn’t trust him.”
“Good call,” Tommy says, and you glare at him.
Steve carries on. “So, are you guys in?”
“In for what?” Nancy asks.
“No parents, a big house?” Carol says, as if Nancy is a giant idiot.
You feel bad for her being treated so poorly by her boyfriend’s friends, so you lean in and whisper, “A party, Nancy.” Then you look at Steve. “And no, I’ll pass.”
Steve pouts. “Can’t leave loverboy alone for a couple hours?”
You scoff, shoving the poster against his chest, using more force than probably necessary, but the satisfying grunt he lets out pleases you. “If I didn’t know you I’d say you sound jealous. Unfortunately, I do know you, and that’s exactly why I’m not interested.”
“Meow,” says Carol as she and Tommy laugh.
You ignore her and push past the group to get to class. You’ve wasted enough time, you have to study. Steve lets you, hurt by your words, but tries to play it off, instead focusing his attention on Jonathan up ahead hanging up some posters. You both see him at the same time and as you start to approach him, you hear Steve and his group mock him.
“God, that’s depressing.” Steve says, and you’ve never wanted to hit a man more than you do right now.
You glance at Nancy, trying to convey your disappointment in her. She’s a nice girl, she shouldn’t be with an idiot like Harrington. Who the hell makes fun of a guy with a missing brother? Nancy doesn’t meet your eye, which pleases you. She should feel guilty.
As you near Jonathan, Nancy calls after you to wait up. You listen, mostly because you’re surprised she even followed, and together you walk up to him. “Hey, bee. I thought you’d be long gone by now.”
Jonathan looks up at your voice, surprised when he sees Nancy next to you. He gives you a look that you conclude is a what is she doing here? look and you can only shrug as if to say I have no clue how I ended up in this situation.
Nancy doesn’t see this exchange. “Hey,”
“Hey,” Jonathan responds, still confused.
Nancy looks at you uncertainly, but you refuse to leave. Screw your exam, if she even considers voicing her boyfriend’s opinions to Jonathan then you’ll personally see that she fails alongside you. “I just… I wanted to say, you know… I’m sorry, about everything.”
Oh, she’s being nice. You’re still unimpressed, but Jonathan motions to you to stop staring her down, so you reluctantly listen.
“Everyone’s thinking about you.”
You all turn towards Steve and his group, who are clearly listening in, and you snort at her words. “Right, obviously.”
“Y/N.” Jonathan warns.
“Sorry.”
“It sucks.” Nancy continues, and you have to give her some credit. You’re being a blatant bitch, but she’s still trying. You feel a bit bad now, which honestly makes you dislike her a bit more. Damn morals. “I’m sure he’ll be fine, he’s a smart kid.”
The bell rings, ending Nancy’s little monologue. “I have to go, chemistry test. Y/N, want to walk together?”
She really makes it impossible to be a bitch to her. “Sure, just give me a second.”
You lean close to Jonathan and lower your voice. “Good luck with your dad, bee.”
“How did you know I’d go-”
“Because of course you would. Now go, give him hell for me, will ya?”
Jonathan nods, relieved you aren’t pushing the topic. You know that Lonnie is a sore topic for him, for the entire Byers family, really. You only knew Lonnie for a year or so before Joyce left him, but you’ll never forget his spiteful words and the bruises that Jonathan tried to hide from you. He needs to do this alone, father and son.
You see Nancy watching, and just to spite her you kiss Jonathan’s cheek, relishing in the fact that she looks away, and you wish him luck once again before following her to class.
The test isn’t as bad as you’d feared, and the rest of the day goes by with relative ease. You don’t see much of Steve and his group and you’re thankful for that. Nancy also keeps her distance, no longer attempting to be all buddy buddy with you. A part of you feels bad about that, because honestly the thought of someone thinking you hate them makes you feel physically ill, but as long as Nancy is with someone like Steve, there’s not much you can do about that.
After school you stop by all of Jonathan’s classes and collect the work he’s missed over the last few days; he has enough to worry about, so you figured you could help do some assignments for him. It’s nothing unusual, truth to be told. There was a time you were out for two weeks straight due to the flu one year and Jonathan did every one of your assignments, so it’s about time you returned the favor.
Once you have what you need, you hang up the remaining flyers in your bag and begin your journey to work. You’ve used up all of your sick days helping the Byers, and while Mrs. Waters has insisted on letting you have more time off, you figured the distraction would be good for you. Jonathan will want some space after confronting his dad, and as much as you hated Lonnie, something told you he had nothing to do with Will.
Just when your shift is almost done, your coworker, this young kid named Alex who you’re honestly surprised can legally work, informs you that your mom is on the phone and wants to speak with you. You stack the remaining books in your hands and thank him, walking over to pick up the call.
“Hey, mom. Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine, sweetie! I was just calling to tell ya that Dusty is at the Wheeler’s tonight for dinner, so my plan for ribs won’t work without him. I was wondering if darling Johnny could feed you tonight? I know the two of you have that little sneaky food game.”
Your posture, once slumped over and uninterested, now straightens out. Why the hell is Dustin having dinner at the Wheeler’s? They never do that. “Uh, sure mom that won’t be an issue.”
Your mom lets out a sigh of relief. “Bless that Jonathan! I’ve always liked him…”
Your mom may be the biggest Jonathan supporter you’ve ever met. “Yeah, he’s your favorite. I know,” you shift a bit to catch Alex’s attention, mouthing to him that you need to leave work early. “Hey, did Dustin by chance say how long he’ll be at the Wheeler’s? I can swing by and pick him up after my shift.”
“Oh, I think he’s staying the night there. He mentioned something about Mike not finishing his part of their little science project?”
They’re calling the little girl a science project now? Boys are so typical. “Oh, I see. Well, I gotta get back to work, mom. I’ll be home late tonight.”
Your mom wishes you goodbye and warns you not to be out too late. You hum, already trying to figure out the quickest route to the Wheeler’s house. You can’t say you’re surprised that Mike didn’t follow the plan, but you also can’t say you were prepared for this either.
Alex comes back with your boss and you quickly make up a lie about not feeling well. Mrs. Waters gives you a pitying look and tells you to go. You’re incredibly grateful for her, she’s like a grandmother to you and has always been so kind.
You quickly bike to Mike’s house, going over a grand speech in your head for the boys. Logistically speaking, you’re not sure if they can even harbor the little girl in his basement. Would it be kidnapping? Could kids even kidnap other kids? You aren’t sure and you definitely aren’t willing to find out.
You arrive at the house just as Nancy and Barb are pulling out of the driveway, presumably to Steve’s grand house party. They wave at you awkwardly and you don’t have it in you to wave back. You park your bike next to their doorstep and knock on the door.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Mrs. Wheeler asks after opening the door.
“Oh, I was just wondering if I could hang out with the boys tonight? Jonathan’s busy and I promised Dustin I’d help with their campaign.”
Mrs. Wheeler cocks her head at you. “But I thought there was a special assembly at the school for Will? Nancy and Barb just left for it.”
You feel your blood boil a bit. There was no assembly for Will at your school, and it was really damn low of Nancy to use his disappearance as a cover story for her stupid party. She’s known Will since he was practically a baby. You have no idea how someone could be so unaffected by a missing child, let alone one who has been at your house every damn weekend for years now.
“Oh, that!” You force yourself to remain calm; there isn’t time to snitch on Nancy, Mrs. Wheeler would only have more questions for you. “Yeah, I’m, uh, skipping it. Jonathan doesn’t want to go, so after he’s back from his errands I’m heading over to his place to, you know, comfort him?”
The woman stares at you for a second, trying to determine if there are any lies to your words. You’ve never been the best liar, but being the oldest Henderson child has unfortunately prepared you for being quick on your feet when needed.
“Well, come on then. They boys just went downstairs, and if you can please remind them to bring the plate of food back up here I’d really appreciate it.”
You thank Mrs. Wheeler and let yourself in. Her words have all but solidified your suspicions: Mike kept the girl.
When you descend the basement steps, it’s almost comical how the kids scramble to hide the girl like little cockroaches. They run around and Dustin screams something about covering her before the poor girl is being manhandled into a sheet as Mike screams at Lucas and Dustin to calm down.
“Guys! It’s just me! Jesus!” You shout, shoving past Mike to rush over to the girl and free her from the sheets. She looks more frightened than usual, but at least she’s alive.
“God, why am I always the one you push?”
You shush Mike, smoothing back the girl’s hair and offering her a reassuring smile. “Remember me, sweetheart?”
The girl nods and softly says, “Y/N.”
“Very good. I’m going to scream at my brother real quick, so why don’t you cover your ears for me so you don’t get too frightened?”
“Wait, what-”
The minute her ears are covered, you turn to Dustin and begin screaming. “Are you brain dead and not understand the words ‘tell me if anything weird happens’ or do you simply lack the appropriate empathy needed for a concerned sister?”
Dustin ducks his head in shame. “Y/N, look-”
“No! I’m all for helping you guys with your adventures and whatever, but Will went missing and then she appears and Mike,” you turn to him and he hides behind a frightened Lucas. “You said you’d stick to your plan. Now tell me, did you?”
Mike shakes his head, his eyes wide. Dustin looks no better as he cowers behind the others. Lucas simply shrugs, knowing that this would happen. You never, ever, yell at the boys; the few times you have in the past, all hell had broken loose.
“Y/N-”
“Zip it, Henderson. I’m so pissed off at you right now and if you want to make it to thirteen I suggest you keep quiet.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Now, why don’t you guys catch me up on what you’ve so sweetly kept hidden from me.” It’s worded as a question, but the boys know better than to deny you.
You sit on the ground so that you’re next to the girl and then motion for the three boys in front of you to start speaking. They look at Mike, giving him a nudge, and he hesitantly steps forward to begin speaking. “Her name is El.”
The girl, El, looks up at you and smiles. You return the smile and knock your shoulder against hers in a playful manner. “Nice to meet you, can I ask what El is short for?”
“Eleven,” she says, and you want to question the name further but the look on Mike’s face stops you. Now is not the time, you guess.
“El, she’s… different.” Mike continues, looking around nervously. He’s acting as if someone could break in any second and snipe you guys, and a part of you doesn’t doubt it can happen. “She has these powers, like, mind control powers.”
You snort, unable to stop yourself. El looks at you, looking unoffended, seemingly expecting this reaction. However, Mike groans at you. “Y/N, this is serious. She-she knows about Will.”
At this, your smile fades and you feel an overwhelming sense of hope take over you. You find your arms wrapping around El before you can control yourself and you give her a tight hug. She stiffens in your arms and you immediately pull away. “I’m sorry, I just… sorry.”
She laughs a bit, softly saying that it’s okay.
“Do you really know Will? Where he is?” You ask, almost too scared to say the words out loud. If she’s telling the truth… you shake your head in an attempt to dispel any false hope. You don’t know this girl, she could be lying.
Before El can say anything else, Mike speaks for her. “She does, but there’s bad men out there who want to hurt her. I think they’re after Will, too.”
You freeze. “Bad men?”
“Yes, this is why we didn’t want to tell you!”
“I wanted to tell her,” Lucas says, which causes Mike to glare at him.
You wave your arms at the two boys, breaking up their fight. “Mike, what do you mean by bad men? Honey,” you look at El, “did someone hurt you? Are you in danger? Should I call the police?”
“No!” All three boys shout at once.
You look at them, at the genuine fear in their eyes, and sigh, “Okay, if you can give me a good reason not to call the cops, I won’t.”
“Did you not hear the part about El having powers?” Dustin asks.
“Gee, Dustin. You’re right! It’s like her having powers is totally believable and reassuring to the situation at hand!”
“I can show you,” El speaks up.
You all face her now. “You can?”
She nods at you, getting up and grabbing your backpack that you threw on the ground when you walked in. She rustles through it while you and the boys look at one another. After a few seconds, El grabs one of your comic books and places it on the table. She looks at you and tilts her head, indicating for you to sit down next to her; you do as you’re told.
El straightens out your comic and then closes her eyes, going completely still. The air around you shifts and you can practically feel the static electricity encasing you; the hair on your arms stand up. The pages of the comic begin to flick up, fluttering as if someone is thumbing through them in rapid succession. You watch as the Spidey panels flash before your eyes, the pages flying faster and faster until it becomes almost frightening to be near. Then, once it gets to its last page, the comic flies up into the air and hovers for a few seconds, right in front of your face.
“Holy shit,” you breathe out, your eyes wide.
Just as quickly as it began, the comic drops back onto the table. You look up at El and see that her nose is now bleeding, which rips you back to reality. The chair scrapes against the ground as you get up to help her, dabbing at the blood with a tissue that had been laying on the table.
“Do you believe us now?” Mike asks, a smug look on his face.
You gently wipe away the remaining blood from El’s face, looking her in the eye and directing your words to her. “I’m listening, sweetheart. What can you do to help us find Will?”
El smiles, pleased to have earned your trust, and you get the feeling that this little girl is the most powerful thing in all of Hawkins, maybe even the world. At her request, Mike places his DnD board on the table and arranges the pieces for El to use. She sits down and closes her eyes once more.
Lucas gives you a doubtful look. “What’s the weirdo doing?”
You flick his head, not enjoying the name calling. Honestly, you thought you raised these boys better than that.
El seems to accomplish whatever she was doing and picks up the wizard piece, murmuring, “Will.”
You feel your heart stop. Will always insisted on being the wizard whenever they played the game. He was Will the Wise, forever and always. El couldn’t have simply guessed that, and you know it’s her-
“Superpowers,” Dustin finishes your thought for you. The two of you exchange a glance and you notice the slight glee in his eyes. Under different circumstances, you’d also find this all pretty cool.
Mike sits next to El and begins to ask some questions about where she last saw Will. She gives him a look that you can’t quite decipher before swiping her arm across the table and spilling the pieces onto the floor. She then flips the board over, having it now face upside down, and places Will’s piece back down.
You knit your brows together, trying to follow along. El’s movements are methodical and carefully planned, being unable to find the right words due to her poor speech, and you try to piece together the information you’ve been given.
“I don’t understand,” Mike says, being extra gentle with El. You’ve never seen him so soft spoken before and you’re grateful at least one of the boys doesn’t view her as some monster. Which reminds you that you need to have a conversation with Dustin about respecting women, but for now you’ll hold off.
“Hiding.” says El.
He’s good at hiding, Jonathan’s words echo in your head.
“Will is hiding?”
El nods, now looking more nervous. You can tell that Mike is getting closer to information that she doesn’t want him near, which finally causes you to ask the question that’s been heavily on your mind. “From the bad men?”
Now El gives a slight shake of the head, and Mike presses on. “Then from who?”
Without saying anything, El places a second piece onto the board right in front of Will’s. It’s a piece you’re unfamiliar with, with two snake-like heads that loom over the small wizard piece. Whatever it is, you know it isn’t good judging the way Mike, Dustin, and Lucas look at each other in fear.
You turn to Dustin and whisper, “What’s that piece?”
Your brother puts his hands behind his head and sighs deeply, a new resigned look on his face. He looks as if he’s just aged thirty years, which you find a bit dramatic. “It’s the Demogorgon.”
“The Demo-what?” The name sounds familiar, but you can’t remember anything about it.
Mike looks at you and for once his voice holds no annoyance when he says, “There’s a lot we still have to catch you up on.”
–
Your head is spinning as you bike to Jonathan’s with all the new information you’ve just received. Demogorgons, magical vortexes, kids with damn superpowers. It’s all a lot for you to take in, and while you fully believe that El is something entirely different from a normal little girl, how can you be sure that it’s connected to Will? While his disappearance still confuses you, it’s illogical to jump to supernatural conclusions.
Dustin had begged you to let him spend the night at Mikes in order to keep talking to El, and you only agreed because you figured you’d be at Jonathan’s again tonight anyways. He’s been MIA all day and you’re worried as usual, but you made him and Mike swear to you that they’d stay put in the house. At least this way they’re in one place, so if they screw around they’ll be easier to find.
When you arrive at the Byers home you notice that Jonathan’s car isn’t in the driveway, which only confuses you further. Where the hell is he? You gave him all day to deal with Lonnie and cool off, trusting that he wouldn’t do anything stupid for twelve hours, and yet…
You fear he’s done something stupid.
You don’t have time to think too much about Jonathan’s absence because a frantic Joyce runs out the door screaming. She runs straight past you and into her car, and the house begins to light up like a christmas tree. You can hear The Clash’s Should I Stay or Should I Go, a song that Will once had on repeat for three weeks straight, and you can feel the same static electricity in the air that you felt when El used her powers in front of you.
Joyce suddenly gets out of the car and spots you, pointing towards her house. “You see that too?”
You swallow. “Yeah,”
She nods, as if your confirmation is all she needs to determine her sanity, and then marches inside. You stand in the yard, motionless. You’re terrified, and after learning about El tonight, you don’t have it in you to discover any other supernatural beings in Hawkins at the moment. Sighing, you follow after the woman because Jonathan isn’t home and someone needs to talk her down from whatever panic attack the flashing lights have inevitably caused.
“Mrs. Byers-”
“Y/N, you can’t tell me there isn’t something,” Joyce waves her hands in front of her face, almost grasping at the air, “weird about all of this. That was Will’s song, the lights were flashing in Will’s room, something came out of Will’s wall-”
“Something came out of his wall?”
“Yes! I’m not… I promise I’m not crazy, okay? You saw it, please tell me you saw it.”
You bite your lip, now thinking about El. You swore to Mike you wouldn’t tell anyone about her, and honestly you’re not sure that you should tell Joyce about her right now. You’re still unsure if El is being honest with you, and you can’t just give the woman false hope for her son. It’d kill you if you were wrong about El. But seeing the lights, hearing the music, the thing in the wall… There’s something that she’s not telling you.
“Mrs. Byers… I’m not quite sure what I saw, but we just had a bad storm and it could be faulty wiring.”
Joyce slumps her shoulders, frustrated that you aren’t conspiring with her. You just… you can’t. Not yet. Not before you figure out what the hell El is doing in Hawkins. You refuse to worsen Joyce’s already chronic anxiety and paranoia; Jonathan would never forgive you if you fed into her delusions, but it kills you to lie to her.
“Look, I do think that something is weird about this entire situation, “ Joyce’s face lights up, but you’re quick to add, “however, there’s no proof. You, I mean-Mrs. Byers, you’ve seen things in the past. You’re stressed, and anxious, and all the other synonyms.”
The woman lets a few tears drop from her eyes, now embarrassed. “Maybe you’re right. I-I’m sorry, honey. I just-”
You grab her hand. “I know,”
Her smile is brittle, a ghost of the once beautiful smile she’d give you, and your heart breaks for her.
After your conversation, Joyce excuses herself to her room. She looks even more exhausted than before, so you leave her alone and hole yourself up in Jonthan’s room.
You glance at your watch and note the late hour; you’re starting to worry now. Jonathan didn’t mention anything besides Lonnie and the posters, so you don’t know what else he could be doing so late. He wouldn’t go searching for Will without you.
You wake up to Jonathan returning an hour or so later, apparently having fallen asleep while waiting for him.
“Y/N?” His voice is gruff and surprised.
You groan and rub your eyes. “Turn the light off, bee.”
He doesn’t. “What are you doing here?”
The tone of his voice wakes you up a bit, making you sit up and look at him more clearly. His shoulders are tense, his eyes are hiding something, and his overall demeanor is hard to read. “I had something to tell you, but is everything okay?”
“You couldn't have waited until tomorrow? Y/N, this is my house, just… just get out.”
“I’m sorry?” You’re confused by his behavior, now starting to become a bit defensive and hurt by his dismissal.
“You can’t just let yourself in whenever you please.” Jonathan puts his camera on his desk, still refusing to meet your eyes.
“Jonathan, we literally have always let ourselves into each other’s houses whenever we please.”
He rolls his eyes at you and rips off his jacket, throwing it at you. “Get out!”
You catch the jacket before it hits you in the face. “What the hell, Jonathan!”
“Listen, I get that you think you’re a part of the family, but you’re not. You’ve been here for days now, it’s getting old.”
His words cut through you and leave vicious wounds against your skin. He doesn’t mean that, he can’t mean that. You and him were family. He’s never, ever insinuated anything less. He wouldn’t dare. Your Jonathan would never act like this to you, and the only time he’s ever been this cruel to you was when he accidentally dropped Lonnie’s last beer in the fridge and was too embarrassed and ashamed to ask for help; he’d shown up with bruises later that night.
Then it hits you. He did something, something that makes him feel guilty; he keeps glancing at his camera. You soften your voice, “Bee, what did you do?”
He whips around, now yelling. “Nothing! Just get the hell out of my house! It’s getting pathetic!”
You swallow back the angry tears that build in your throat. Fine. Whatever. Let him be a raging bitch after everything you’ve done for him these last few days.
“Fine, I will.” Grabbing your backpack you snatch the assignments you were supposed to give Jonathan and slam them against his chest. “Here’s all your fucking assignments, by the way.”
He seems to come back to himself, blinking away the anger and shame. “Bug…”
“You don’t get to call me that.” And with that, you don’t spare Jonathan another glance.
–
When you get home, the house is eerily quiet. Dustin is at Mike’s and your mom leaves you a note saying that she’s spending the night at your aunt’s. Great. Looks like it’s just you and Mews tonight then.
After everything that’s happened tonight, you never found time to eat dinner, and your stomach is loudly growling. You drop your stuff in your room and then reheat some leftovers, feeling like a pathetic child. You know that Jonathan didn’t mean what he said, but the words had come too easily to him to have just been a way to dodge his guilt. There had been some truth to them. Maybe you were pathetic for always fretting over him.
Dinner is quiet tonight.
You wait for the phone to ring, for Jonathan to call you and apologize, but the call never comes.
You’ve never felt so alone before.
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What's up! Umm, I got a request another actually ideas be popping in my head. For ghost x reader, where the reader is a world-class boxer and is like undefeated like the reader is pretty much female Mike tyson (BTW if you don't know who Mike tyson is he was pretty much a scary boxer who knocked people ass out , people were scared of him and he bit someone ear off ) and reader is like so deadly in the ring she almost kills someone or gets called this pretty sick nickname and everyone on the task force is afraid of her but ghost being ghost doubts the readers skills and challenges the reader in the ring and gets his ass beaten badly like a REALLY bad broken nose, jaw or like gets his ass knocked out. Just a thought: I hope this is acceptable 🙏. I love your writing.
Sunday Punch | Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female Reader
Chapter summary: You’re a lethal fighter in the ring, and a seasoned soldier in the field. The 141 get front tickets to your underground double life.
Warnings: Fights, bodily injury, blood, language
Tags: @glitteryeggalmondherring @fiveshelmet @madamemelancholysstuff @myguiltypleasure @pukbadger
A/N: Ty for sending in another amazing request! you keep my brain happy lolll 🩷🩷 I hope you enjoy! (It’s a long one i’m sorry LMAO i got carried away)
P.S: Sunday Punch is just another way of saying KnockOut.
It’s no secret that you’re a talented soldier. With every move you make in the field, you showcases an unrivaled combination of skill, agility, and raw power. You holdheld quite the reputation around base, especially for your skills in combat.
Most of the younger cadets at the academy were also hesitant to be paired up with you, mostly afraid to get knocked out.
Whether it's engaging in close-quarters combat or taking down enemies from a distance, your every move is calculated and executed to your advantage. Your training has molded you into a formidable force, capable of adapting to any situation with ease.
But you haven’t always been like that. Going through the ranks before and during your recruitment to the 141, you were pushed beyond your boundaries and worked through.
Now you’re lethal, and one of the military’s strongest assets. But like anyone else, you have hobbies. Dangerous hobbies.
You step into the dimly lit underground arena, the air thick with anticipation. It's early, and the entire space lies empty, granting you a moment of solitude before the chaos ensues. The only sound is the distant hum of the overhead lights, casting an ethereal glow over the barren ring.
With a focused gaze, you tighten your fists and step forward. Your first strike connects with the bag, and the impact reverberates through the arena like a gunshot. The sound echoes off the empty seats, filling the air with the thunderous force of your blows.
The scent of sweat and anticipation lingers in the air, fueling your senses. Your muscles ripple beneath your skin, coiled and ready for action.
Your teammates on the 141 know you lead a mysterious life when you’re not at work, but have never seen you in action. You decided that it was time to let your most trusted friends in on your endeavors. Mostly because Soap was dying to see you in the ring.
The Captain isn’t very fond of you putting yourself into dangerous situations outside of your already severely dangerous occupation. He’s like a father to you, but he also understands and respects your talent.
Now as you sit in your dimly lit dressing room, the anticipation of the upcoming underground boxing match courses through your veins. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and determination, mingling with the faint echo of distant cheers from the eager crowd.
The mirror before you reflects the flickering glow of a single bare lightbulb dangling from above, casting shadows across your face.
You take a deep breath, the adrenaline surging within you as you run your fingers through your hair. The rhythmic motion of braiding your hair has always been a ritual before each fight or mission, a way to focus your mind and steel your resolve.
“Quite a crowd tonight, Bullet.” A voice breaks the silence. You look up to see Anchor, the man who arranges the fights. You’ve been fighting in his arena for 3 years.
He’s wearing his signature navy blue suit, his hair gelled and a championship ring on each finger. He throws you an envelope and you catch it on your bare lap. “Three thousand. Five when you win.” He winks, leaning against the doorframe. “You’ve got Tank Gomez tonight.”
You open the envelope and glance at its contents, the crisp bills tucked neatly within. Anchors the only other person you’ve ever trusted besides your team. He trained your mind to always be lethal and ready, coming from a fighting background himself. “Copy that.” You say, a smile at your lips.
“When do you deploy?” He asks, crossing his arms. “People don’t seem to care about me when ‘Bullet’ isn’t in the ring.” You shake your head at the nickname you’ve acquired.
“3 days. So don’t scuff me up too bad.” You tease, getting up to put on your robe.
The crowd awaits, hungry for the spectacle that is about to unfold. But it's more than just a performance; it's a test of your mettle, an opportunity to showcase your mastery of the craft.
With Anchor's support, you step forward, ready to embrace the chaos and reclaim your rightful place in the ring. The anticipation builds, the sound of the crowd growing louder as you make your way through the corridors.
As you step into the ring, the air crackles with anticipation. The crowd roars, their excitement reverberating through the arena. Across from you stands your opponent, a formidable figure, a big man whose sheer size alone could intimidate the faint of heart.
As you take your stance, a flicker of movement catches your attention from the corner seats. Soap, Price, Gaz, and Ghost, are there, watching you intently. Soap sends an energetic thumbs up, cheering you on.
Yet, as you meet Ghost's gaze, you notice his eyes. The usual seriousness is replaced by a coldness, an intensity that makes it unreadable. He looks away. Ghost has never been one to support your hobbies, but watches along anyway.
The referee's voice cuts through the tension, signaling the start of the fight. The world around you narrows, and everything else becomes a blur. It's just you, your opponent, and the dance of combat.
You move with purpose, your training guiding your every step. Dodging, weaving, and countering, you navigate the ring with grace and precision. Each blow is calculated, your fists finding their mark with practiced accuracy.
The big man lunges forward, his power evident in every punch he throws. But you refuse to be overwhelmed. Your speed and agility become your greatest assets, allowing you to evade his strikes while retaliating with your own punishing combinations.
“Argh!” One of his punches land, striking you right under the eye. You curse knowing the bruise it’s gonna leave later. You feel a little blood drop down your cheek. Recovering quickly you bounce back.
With each passing second, the intensity of the fight grows, both you and your opponent refusing to back down. Sweat beads on your brow, mingling with the taste of blood and adrenaline on your lips. The rounds blur together, time becoming inconsequential as you immerse yourself in the battle, fully present, fully alive.
As the final bell sounds, the crowd erupts in applause. The fight is over, your opponent is out cold, and you've given it your all. You stand tall in the center of the ring, catching your breath, as the referee holds your victory arm up high.
After a grueling workout, you find yourself in the open gym on the military base, sweat glistening on your brow and a towel draped around your neck. Your bruised knuckles draw your attention, serving as a reminder of the battle you fought in the ring just a week ago.
As you examine them, lost in your thoughts, the door swings open, and Ghost walks in, his presence commanding attention. “Hey.” You say to him, with a nod.
“You’re here.” He replies, monotonously. His normal gear is now replaced with gym shorts and T-shirt. He trades out the full skull mask with a black balaclava.
“Why wouldn’t I be.” You chuckle, watching as he sets down a weight. You would normally work out with Ghost as you’ve got sort of a friendship that’s built over the years.
Today he seems awfully distant. You feel the tension growing between the two of you. You knew he was never a fan of you fighting for show, he was the first person you told about your endeavors, and he wasn’t too thrilled.
Ghost's eyes briefly meet yours before shifting away. You lean against the hanging punching bag, and cross your arms. It's evident that he's harboring a deep anger, his normally calm demeanor shattered by the concern that has festered within him.
“It was nice of you to come out the other night.” You say, testing the waters. His head turns in your direction as he takes you in. His gaze stops at your knuckles.
“You’re gonna get yourself killed.” He says, looking right through you. You scoff a dry laugh.
“Haven’t yet.”
“You think this is funny?”
Ghost's voice cuts through the air, his anger palpable. You straighten up, meeting his gaze head-on, refusing to back down. The tension between you escalates, the air crackling with unresolved emotions.
"No, Simon, I don't think it's funny," you reply, your voice tinged with a mix of frustration and defiance. "But I also don't think it's fair for you to dictate what I can or cannot do. This is my choice, my path."
Ghost's eyes narrow, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "Your choice? This isn't just about you, Y/N," he snaps, his voice biting with a sense of betrayal. "Every time you step into that ring, you're not just risking your own life; you're risking everything."
His words hit you hard, the weight of his disappointment bearing down on you. You take a deep breath, struggling to find the right words to convey your own perspective.
“I've trained for this, I know what I'm doing."
Ghost scoffs, his disbelief evident in his tone. "Trained? You think a few months of underground fights make you invincible?”
“Fuck you. You never fucking supported anything I do!” You throw your towel down, needing to get away from him and get some fresh air into your system.
An hour later, Price calls you and the guys for the group training session. He divides the team into pairs for sparring, and to your surprise (or perhaps fate's twisted sense of humor), you find yourself standing face to face with Ghost.
The tension between you is palpable, the lingering anger and hurt casting a shadow over the training session.
Price's voice breaks through the silence, setting the rules and reminding everyone to "play nice." But deep down, you know that the emotions swirling inside you threaten to break through the facade of control.
The bell rings, signaling the start of the spar, and you and Ghost cautiously circle each other. As the seconds tick by, you feel the anger inside you bubbling to the surface, fueling your movements.
His movements are measured, his punches and kicks executed with surgical precision. He weaves in and out, his strikes landing with pinpoint accuracy, but you matche him blow for blow, refusing to back down.
The sound of fists meeting flesh echo through the training room as your strikes collided. The intensity of their spar escalates with each passing second, the energy between you crackling like electricity.
Without warning, you lash out, throwing a punch fueled by a mix of frustration and pent-up emotions. Your fist connects with Ghost's nose, the impact resounding through the air. Time seems to slow down for a moment as he staggers back, blood staining his balaclava from his broken nose.
The realization of what you've done hits you like a punch to the gut. The anger dissipates, replaced by a flood of guilt and regret. His eyes meet yours, raging and stone cold. “Fucking hell. You just don’t know when to stop do you?”.” He curses, his shoulder hitting yours as he leaves the mat.
“Si-wait!” You call after him, but before you can say anymore Price stops you.
Enough," Price's voice cuts through the air, firm and resolute. His gaze shifts between you and Ghost, assessing the situation. "Take a breather, both of you."
He gestures towards the side of the mat, signaling for you to step aside. You comply, your mind filled with a whirlwind of emotions.
A/N: That’s all I got for now or else imma be writing like 10,000 words just on this LMAO
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Dangerous? Or Friendly?
Mike is fearful of the animatronics. I mean, can you blame him? They're huge! But Abby appears to gain their trust really quickly. Who are these ghost kids hidden in the animatronics? And why do they want to play with him so badly?
Thus begins the first of many FNAF Movie fanfics. I had started this fanfic before watching the movie. Then, when I watched the movie, I went home and tweaked it before finishing off the rest of the story. Naturally, this fanfic is going to contain spoilers. But despite that, I hope you like it!
Mike stared at the huge bear animatronic that was walking closer to him. He had picked up a chair in an attempt to hit the bear animatronic…or at the very least, keep some space between them…He desperately didn’t want to die by the animatronics tonight. All he wanted was to finish this shift and get the heck out of there.
“Mike!” He heard, running from the animatronics up to her brother. “They wouldn’t stop tickling me. I thought I was gonna die!” Abby explained.
Mike was too busy staring at the orange-coloured eyes of the bear animatronic. It was not only huge, but the thing was growling at him suspiciously. He was too busy focusing on that, to realize Abby’s choice of words at first.
“Freddy…this is my brother, Mike.” Abby told the bear.
The bear looked Mike up and down, still suspicious of the adult in front of it. Mike didn’t know what to say…or even what to do. The only thing keeping him safe was the wooden chair in his hands. According to Abby, these huge machines weren’t really hurting her…well, not technically. They were tickling her, but not really causing any other harm to her. But he didn’t care if they were harmless right now…the animatronics were still hella terrifying…
Freddy’s eyebrows dropped their ferocious scowl and raised into a more ‘happy’ facial expression. Mike was a little taken aback by this. Was Freddy…not angry at him anymore? Then, the bunny animatronic started making its way up to Mike next. Still scared of the other animatronics, Mike quickly aimed the chair towards the bunny, making sure to keep some distance between them. “Stay there.” He warned. “Abby, get behind me.” he attempted to order.
Abby looked at her brother with worry. “They’re not gonna hurt you. You’re with me.” She told him.
Mike was still unsure though. He'd rather risk losing their trust and keep the chair up, than lower the chair and let his guard down. As much as he trusted his sister…he was too scared to do anything that risked getting him killed. But…if he’s with Abby…and Abby gained the trust of the animatronics…then maybe…
“This is Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy and Chica.” Abby told him, pointing to every animatronic as she said the names.
He started to lower the chair. The chicken and the fox animatronics made their way closer to Mike as well, soon surrounding Mike in somewhat of a rough circle. Mike looked a little more nervous now…cause it seemed that no matter where he looked, an animatronic would be staring right at him. Though Freddy and Bonnie’s eyebrows had calmed down and showed its trust, the others hadn’t yet. They still looked as suspicious as ever.
But right as Mike felt like he finally had some control and comfort…he felt a single poke to his side.
“-?!” Mike jumped, barely making a sound as he contorted his body to look at the animatronic that had poked him. “Who did that?!” He asked, staring at both the chicken and the fox.
Abby giggled. “Chica did!” She told him.
“W-which one? The…yellow one?” Mike asked.
“Yup! Chica, as in chicken.” Abby replied.
Though he would never admit it, Abby’s wordplay…was actually a good strategy to help him remember the name.
“W-what…” Mike attempted to ask Chica as it got slightly closer. “What are you…”
Another poke hit him right in the ribs, surprising Mike enough to let out something. “aAh-?!” His voice wobbled, a strained, tiny smile appearing on his face for only a moment. “No.” Mike warned the fox, who was staring at Mike and holding its index finger up in frozen shock.
Abby smirked. “Uh oh~” she teased.
“Abby, no.” Mike warned his sister.
“It’s too late~” Abby teased evilly, letting out a giggle.
“Abby- GaAha-!” He jumped again, curling in a little bit and temporarily losing his footing.
“Go for the ribs and armpits!” Abby declared.
Mike looked over at Abby with panic and betrayal. “ABBY!” He reacted.
“His feet are ticklish too! Hehehe!” Abby giggled.
Mike shot Abby a fearful glare. “Shut it!” He ordered. Then he looked at the animatronics, which were all staring at Mike just inches away from him. “Sh-she’s lying!” He told them desperately, hoping and praying they don’t try anything.
But this lie didn’t do anything…in fact, all it did was encourage Abby to run up and squeeze his sides! Mike gasped and hugged himself, curling up a bit and trying to keep his laughter in. “aAH- ST-Stop- stOP!” He ordered in desperation. Though they weren’t the most ticklish spot, they were still bad enough to render him somewhat helpless.
“See?” Abby told the animatronics with a proud, shit-eating grin.
The animatronics looked back and forth amongst each other, showing contentment in their robot faces. Mike didn’t know whether he wanted to strangle his sister, or run away. He loved his sister, but my god…the girl loved to test the waters and make him question it. And if this week wasn’t evidence enough of that…then I don’t know what was.
On top of that, Mike could feel his knees beginning to buckle due to his sister’s tickles. He was curling into the sides and fighting every instinct to flee as he felt his legs weaken further and further. He knew he was going down slowly…but he was not going down without a vigorous fight. But his arms could only protect so much at once, especially when you’re trying to prove to the animatronics just how not ticklish he was. The truth was…Abby was right. He’s very ticklish, and wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
The man wasn’t sure if he should continue to fight on, or just give up and laugh.
…And then Abby pulled a brutal move on him…by squeezing his lower ribs.
“aAAHA!” Mike dropped to his knees and hugged his ribs. “A-ABBYHYHY-!” Mike shouted, flopping onto his side and kicking his legs as Abby playfully dug further into his ribs. Mike had closed his eyes…which meant he couldn’t see the animatronics’ reactions and movements. Dammit, Abby! Why must she do this to him!?
Mike’s panic only exacerbated the moment he felt a pair of large, metal, blue hands grab his waist and lift him up. Yes…I am not kidding. The animatronic lifted him up like a toddler, not even phased by the size and weight of this security guard. “AAH! NO! LET ME GO!” Mike shouted, now squirming and kicking his feet wildly. But to no one’s surprise, not even a body shift could compromise the animatronic’s undeniable strength. Whoever thought making scarily strong animatronics like this was a good idea…was unbelievably insane.
“Wow! Bonnie’s really strong!” Abby reacted, somehow unphased by this huge feat.
But Mike’s squirming halted for only a moment when he felt skitters and squeezes on his upper ribs. Mike gasped and started squirming for a completely different reason, as a wobbly, stupid little smile began to fill his lips. “Ohno- NONONO-!” Mike opened his eyes and screeched as he felt the fat skittering fingers of the bear animatronic, moving up and down his lower front ribs. Finally, Mike burst out in surprised laughter as he tried and failed to get out of their strong grip. “OHGOD NOHOHOHOhohooo! aaAAHAHAAA-!? NOHOHO! Thihis isn’t fahahairrr!” He laughed.
Abby was giggling like mad, loving every second of this. “Hahaha! How’s it feel being tickled by robot tickle monsters?” Abby asked with a grin.
“Thihihis ihis INSAHAHAHANE!” He hung his head and shook in Bonnie’s grasp. “C-Cohohome ohon-” He jumped and lost his composure yet again, when he felt the blue fingers going up his ribs slightly to the 4th or 5th rib. “NAHAHAHAhahahaha! W-WAHAIT- GAHAHAhahaha!” Mike yelled.
Abby smiled brightly. “Go for the armpits! His armpits are bad too! They make him all squeaky!” Abby told Freddy.
Mike groaned through his laughter. “Abs plehehease stohohohop!” He pleaded. “Yohohohou’re nohohot- NO!” Mike screeched and yelled as Bonnie scooted its hands slightly lower on his ribs, presumably so Freddy had more access to his underarms…
Why Abby keeps telling Freddy and the animatronics his ticklish secrets, he could not tell you. But man, he was tempted to tickle his sister to tears the moment he got free.
“F-FREDDYWAIT-” Mike stared at the thick fingers that were subtly threatening to tickle his now-vulnerable armpits. When Freddy had placed the fingers mere millimeters away from his armpits, Mike knew he was doomed. But still…he tried one last attempt to ask for freedom. He gulped. “Uh….m-mercy?” He asked rather anxiously.
Freddy’s ears wiggled slightly before the fingers finally touched down on his armpits. Just the touch down was ticklish enough! But when the fingers started MOVING?! HOLY CRAP, IT TICKLED LIKE MAD! Any amount of laughter that filled his lungs, came out in an uncharacteristic, high-pitched squeal. “aaaAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHO! NaAaAAH! NAHAHAHEHEHEHE!” Mike squeaked and squealed through his laughter.
Abby just laughed as she watched. “Isn’t Mike’s laugh funny?” Abby asked.
Freddy then stopped his tickle attack for a moment, to let the man breathe. Mike treated the break like a trophy, and happily took advantage. It was like he hadn’t taken a breath in years! The feeling of a simple breath made him overwhelmed with gratitude. He cleared his throat a little bit as he tried to pull himself together.
Once Mike felt calm enough to properly think, he tried to get himself free from Bonnie’s grip. “Okay…You had your fun. Can you please let me go now?” Mike asked.
Abby looked at the other animatronics and watched as they…almost conversed with each other. Mike watched them with both confusion, and fear in his eyes. He lowered himself slightly to talk to Abby. “What’s happening? What are they talking about?” Mike asked.
She giggled. “They’re talking about what tickle spot to go for next.” She told him outright.
Mike bit his lip. Oh no…Not good.
Wait…How does she know?! Can she- Can she TALK TO THEM?!
Mike widened his eyes and turned to Abby with fear visible in his eyes. “Can you tell them to stop?” Mike asked.
Abby tilted her head. “Why? They just want to play.” She told him.
“I…I don’t have time to play. I’m supposed to be working.” Mike told him.
The animatronics stopped their ‘conversation’ and looked over at Mike and Abby. Mike tensed up slightly as he stared at the animatronic bear’s eyes again. Something about those eyes looked dead inside, yet…their eyes glowed in a human-kind of way that made a shiver move up his spine. It was nerve-wracking, and he wasn’t sure he liked it all that much.
But Freddy looked over at Chica, and…started waving for Chica to come over. Mike widened his eyes and started squirming all over again. No no no, that chicken thing had better not be getting closer to him. Abby had gasped and covered her mouth, letting out an excited squeal. Oh no! What in the world were they planning that was so exciting to her?!
“Abby?! What are they planning?!” Mike asked.
Abby looked at Mike, and giggled menacingly. For the love of-WHY WON’T SHE TELL HIM?!
Mike looked at the chicken animatronic and prepared himself. “Chick-Chica NO.” Mike lifted his right foot up and started pushing against Chica’s middle chest. “Stay back. I’m warning you.” He ordered before pushing with his other foot as well, in an attempt to get the animatronic away from him.
But to both Mike AND Abby’s surprise, Chica grabbed his ankles, and gave him a bit of a tug. And to Mike’s horror, Bonnie let go of him and let him fly upside down! “WhooOOHNO-”
Abby gasped and held her stomach as she bursted out laughing.
Mike felt his bangs fall above his head as he struggled to come to terms with being upside down. Great…Looks like the animatronics were just toying with him at this point.
“Abs, please…” Mike said, looking at her upside down. “What are they doing?” He asked, confused and worried. But his attention switched over to the fiddling and adjusting he felt against his shoe. “What-” Mike muttered as he curled himself up, attempting to see how his feet were being toyed with. “Hey! Stop that!” He ordered.
But Mike widened his eyes in horror the second he felt his shoe being slipped off his foot. SHIT!
“OHNO-?!” Mike started to panic as he heard the shoe fall to the ground. “Abby help!” Mike yelled as he pulled on his ankles and struggled to get himself right side up. “ABBY!” Mike held his arms out desperately.
Abby only giggled. “You are all gonna love this! His feet are so ticklish!” Abby told them excitedly.
Mike groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “Abbyyyy…” Mike groaned.
“And don’t forget his piggies!” Abby teased.
“Abby-” Mike was growing somewhat impatient with his sister by this point.
“Though be careful with his toes. He might die if he’s tickled too much there.” She warned.
Heh…‘Be careful’...Hearing that was funny enough in its own right. At least she has the right of mind to tell them to at least be careful…
His breath hitched the moment he felt a fat finger on the arch of his socked left foot. He squeezed his eyes shut and covered his mouth with his hands. NO. They are NOT getting away with tickling him again. Nuh uh, no way. They can fight with him all they want to, but they will NEVER get a laugh out of him! Not now, not ever again.
Or so he thought…
Only one little flutter…right under his toes…was enough to make every bit of laughter burst out of him. The poor man threw his arms against his chest and leaned his head back slightly as every laugh he had bunched up in his lungs, had finally let themselves free. “GAHAHAHAHAhahahaha! Ohohokahay, okahahahayyyyy!” Mike yelled.
“YAY!” Abby declared, laughing alongside him.
Mike put his hands in praying position. “Yohohou got mehehehee! P-Plehehehease stohohop! Ihihihi’m lahahaughihihing ehenohohough!” He pleaded.
“Okay, let’s stop.” Abby told Chica.
Chica moved its fingers away, and looked at Abby for her next instruction.
Abby waited a few seconds, while listening to his brother breathe somewhat heavily from exhaustion. “You okay?” Abby asked.
Mike huffed and puffed a few more times. “Ihihi…Ihi’m okay…I’m good.”
“Do you need a break?” Abby asked.
“Thahat…would be nihice.” Mike admitted.
“Okay.” Abby replied. “How about…in a few more minutes?” Abby asked, looking at the animatronics.
Mike nodded his head. A break sounded amazing right about now. Especially if…wait, did she say ‘in a few minutes’?
“Okay go!” Abby suddenly told Chica.
Mike’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Wait WHA-”
Mike shrieked as the fat fingers started tickling him all over again. He couldn’t even hold in his laughter this time, instead just letting it fall out of him. “BAAAHAHAHAhahAHAhahaha!” Mike cackled, shocked by the sudden tickles against the ball of his foot. When he finished his fit, Mike took in a breath and squealed in a rather high-pitched voice before falling into another fit of cackles. “Plehehehehehease! HAHahahaha! Ihihit’s toohoohoohoo ticklihihish!” He told Abby.
“So ticklish you can’t remember your right from left?”
“HEHEhehehehe- Yehehehehesss!” He replied.
Abby walked closer to Mike and started poking and tickling his sides. “How about now?”
Mike jumped and grunted, grasping at his sister’s hands, laughing slightly harder. This is the most Abby has touched him, let alone tickled him, in quite a long time. And though he was technically in a very vulnerable position right now, there were much worse scenarios to be stuck in.
“Alright. Let’s stop for real this time.” Abby told Chica.
Chica stopped its fingers.
“Can you flip him the right way, Chica?” Abby asked.
Chica lowered its body down and placed its hands under Mike to help pick him up. “ooOKAY…” Mike felt as Chica grabbed under his arms and nodded to Bonnie. With that nod, Bonnie let go of Mike’s feet and let them drop. “Okay- OW.” He yelped as his foot inevitably hit Bonnie’s leg. “Ohokay.” He muttered. Chica lowered Mike down till his feet were touching the ground. “Thank you…” He huffed and attempted to pull himself together. “Not…sure how I feel about you being able to lift me so easily…” Mike admitted. Chica removed his fingers, accidentally tickling his armpit one more time. This made Mike jump snicker one last time.
Abby shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Abby asked.
Mike turned to his sister…and slowly gave her a devious smile. “Get over here, you ticklish tattle-tale!” He declared, picking her up and skittering his fingers all over her ribs and belly. “Tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tick-a-tickle~!” He teased, using toddler-like teases so he could further torment her.
“MIHIHIKE- HAHAhahahaha! NAHAHA- SOHOHORRYYYY!” She shouted.
“Sorry’s not gonna cut it, Abs.” He teased. “You understood exactly what they were doing, and didn’t bother to tell me all of it.” He moved his fingers to her belly button, earning him a high-pitched squeal. “AND you couldn’t keep your mouth shut about how ticklish I am!” He added. “You’re a little menace who deserves to laugh just as much as I did.” He told her.
“NAAAAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT MY BEHEHELLY BUTTOHOHOHON!” She pleaded.
“What belly button?” He asked innocently. “I didn’t know you had a belly button! Let me see!” Mike picked her up bridal style and blew a raspberry onto her belly button.
Abby squealed and screamed with laughter as the raspberry filled her belly, before stopping. He lowered her sister down, and continued to hold her bridal style. Abby was still a bit of a giggly mess despite not being tickled for nearly as long. He put her down onto her feet. “There. Should we make it a tie?” He asked, holding his hand up.
Abby nodded her head and gave him a high five. With that set in motion, Mike started to collect his stuff and take Abby out to the car. Funnily enough, the animatronics had tickled him up until his shift had ended.
And by the time Mike had pulled into the driveway, Abby was sound asleep against the car door with a mauve blanket being used as a pillow.
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Mike’s Monologue (Actually Romantic Version)
Hey y'all! So, a lot of the analyses I've seen about the monologue and things I noticed about it myself as to why it sucks ass were kind of just easily fixable things related to the editing of the scene. And because I have an editing software and thought it would be a fun way to practice...I fixed it. So here's what Mike's Monologue could have looked like if they had wanted it to be actually romantic.
Notes and process under the cut.
- Everything I used (except flashbacks) is from the original ~4 min sequence from them pulling El out of the water to her sending Henry flying (I’ll reblog with a link in a second)
-My version is ~3 mins long, shaving off a whole minute from the og. I did that by cutting out everyone else who intrudes on the scene, which is Will and Max but also shots of Lucas, Hopper, Eddie and Dustin in distress after the bulk of Mike's speech
-The ending is super interesting because El looks at Max and then frees herself, but as she does so we leave the mindscape and Surferboy’s: We cut to Max irl, getting her bones broken, Lucas beating Jason to go stand and look at Max dying, a shot of Hopper with a snarling demodog on top of him, Eddie getting eaten and Dustin calling out for him, and then back to Max and Lucas. Only then do we cut back to Mike still yelling "fight!" and El falling off the wall sending Henry flying. Which imo emphazises that this isn’t the kind of romantic love saves the day scene that it should have been if it was meant genuinely. It’s El remembering Max is in danger that pushes her to fight, not Mike, which is why we see all of her friends in danger as she frees herself. It’s not just Will between them in this scene, it’s everyone.
-Cutting all that was relatively easy because at this point Mike just keeps repeating "fight, El" so no dialogue was lost and I didn't have to futz with the audio
-Similarly cutting Will's prompting Mike was also so easy to cut, which just shows how unnecessary it was. Which, in turn, just hammers home how suspicious it is
-I simply covered Will and Jonathan's reactions to "hurt more" with a reaction shot for El, eliminating further intrusions on the scene by others
-The montage includes 15 different clips of memories, which is more than El has when she restarts Max's heart (10) and about the same as Max during Running Up That Hill (16).
-Making the montage made me realize how jarring the constant back and forth between Mike and El becomes, especially towards the end of the monologue, after that first memory: During Running Up That Hill we focus solely on Max after the boys put on Kate Bush, only cutting to them once when Max starts to float and even then Max is still in the picture, because we're in her head and need to see how she feels and how she's escaping. I tried to imitate that with my montage, but it's interesting that in the real version we get dragged back to Surferboy's and see Mike talk, making the scene not just about El and her fight to escape but also about Mike performing (when he should become just a guiding voice like the song)
-El's reaction in the montage except for the laugh after the t-shirt mention are all from after the monologue
-The most immediate and drastic change imo was when I changed the background music. Even without the montage the cut already works so much better with "Unambigious True Love" playing instead of "You're The Heart"
-I didn't have to do anything fancy to make the new song work. I simply underlaid UTL so the track lined up with the fade to black and it fit basically on the first try. The length spans the entire monologue, slowly building up and then cresting during the montage and falling as Mike calls for her to fight and the vines fall away. It would literally have been the perfect track to use instead of making up a new one and then naming it after Will's feelings.
-There are still a couple of things about the monologue that I couldn't fix, such as lighting, shot composition (Will is still visible over Mike's shoulder for example) and the actual text, which is still a bit weird, but overall doing this was very interesting because it made me think about what we should have seen if they wanted this to be genuine and the difference between what I ended up creating and what we saw on screen is stark.
In conclusion: They’re bones
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hello!
I wanted to ask if you could write some Mike Schmidt best friend-to-boyfriend headcanons?
thank you, I hope you are having a great day! :D
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Mike Schmidt best friend to boyfriend hcs
You join Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza as a security guard, working alongside Mike during the night shifts
And at first he was very against it not wanting you to get hurt, but despite it there was no stopping you
Mike is naturally protective, especially when it comes to yours safety during the night shifts at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza
He makes sure you have a secure route to your car after work and double-checks the security measures
Mike is meticulous in planning their strategies for dealing with the animatronics
He shares cautionary tales and warns you about potential risks, ensuring you are well-prepared for any surprises
Even on their nights off, Mike regularly checks in with you to ensure you’re doing okay
He might send a text or drop by for a quick visit, always making sure that you feel supported and safe
While Mike is generally serious and cautious, there are moments of quiet camaraderie between him and you
The unspoken understanding between you provides comfort, especially during tense situations at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza
Mike is always prepared to take swift action if the animatronics become a threat
Whether it’s reinforcing security measures or coming up with escape routes, he ensures they are both ready for any scenario
Mike and you share the responsibilities of the night shift equally, each looking out for the other’s well-being
You both understand the dangers of your jobs and rely on each other for support in the face of uncertainty
Mike and you develop a tradition of grabbing late-night snacks together after your shifts
Whether it’s a run to a nearby diner or a quick stop at a convenience store, you use this time to unwind and share stories
To make your job a bit more lighthearted, Mike and you come up with humorous code names for each animatronic
This inside joke helps you cope with the eerie atmosphere and adds a touch of humor to your conversations
Mike and you provide emotional support for each other, understanding the unique challenges of working at the pizzeria
You share a glance or a nod that conveys more than words ever could, a testament to the deep connection formed through your shared experiences
Without realizing it, Mike starts paying extra attention to you – remembering small details about your likes and dislikes, and occasionally going out of his way to help you
Mike, caught in the whirlwind of his emotions, occasionally slips out unexpected compliments, praising your skills or expressing admiration for your qualities
Mike finds himself laughing a bit too heartily at your jokes, his laughter carrying a subtle hint of nervousness as he navigates the fine line between friendship and something more
Mike exhibits subtle signs of having a crush, such as nervous laughter, blushing when you compliments him, or fidgeting when you’re around
He might suprise you with thoughtful gifts or gestures, like bringing your favorite snack or leaving a supportive note
There’s an unspoken chemistry between you and Mike during your shifts, with lingering gazes and shared smiles that suggest something more beneath the surface
When someone else shows interest in you, Mike can’t quite conceal the twinge of jealousy that crosses his features, though he attempts to play it off casually
He refuses to admit that he was jealous no matter what
To cover up his true feelings, Mike resorts to playful teasing, pretending it’s all in good fun while secretly cherishing the moments he spends with you
During quiet moments in the security office, the unspoken tension hangs in the air, but you both find comfort in the silence
You start noticing your heart racing a bit faster when Mike is around
Yet you dismiss it as mere camaraderie, unaware that Mike is experiencing a similar thing
Both of you become increasingly attentive to each other’s needs, offering small gestures of kindness without realizing the deeper significance behind your actions
Casual touches become more frequent
Like arms brushing against each other while reaching for something, but neither acknowledges the subtle yet electrifying contact
As you both discover shared interests and hobbies, you become even more entwined in each other’s lives, oblivious to the fact that these shared passions are deepening your connection
Both you and Mike experience moments of confusion, attempting to decipher your puzzling emotions without realizing you are unwittingly mirroring each other’s internal struggles
The line between friendship and something more starts to blur
You exchange lingering gazes, caught up in each other’s eyes, yet both dismiss the intensity as a byproduct of your strong friendship
Unbeknownst to them, the entire pizzeria buzzes with the energy of an unspoken connection, as if the walls themselves are silently rooting for the inevitable revelation of your mutual feelings
They exchange lingering gazes, caught up in each other’s eyes
Mike begins subtly updating his wardrobe, trading in the worn-out security guard uniform for slightly more polished and fitted attire
Unbeknownst to him, the change doesn’t go unnoticed by you
As you start to do the same Mike offers you compliments
During casual conversations, you exchange grooming tips and product recommendations, inadvertently assisting each other in their quests to look and feel their best
One day when you mentioned something along the playful lines with how he’s getting weaker he remembers it
Mike starts hitting the gym during his free time, aiming to stay in shape and present a more confident image
He experiments with different hairstyles, much to the subtle fascination of you
Mike might actually shave giving you more ways how to tease him
There are days when you unintentionally coordinate your outfits, leading to shared smiles as you navigate your shifts together
Both you and Mike steal glances at each other’s transformed appearances, each unaware of the mutual appreciation brewing beneath the surface
Mike, testing the waters after some time knowing he has to confess to you one way or another
He begins incorporating inside jokes into your conversations, carefully crafting humorous remarks that carry a hidden layer of sentiment only you might catch
In a departure from your usual banter, Mike introduces a new, more tender form of teasing that hints at a deeper connection
Mike starts surprising you with thoughtful gifts, each item carefully chosen to reflect shared memories or inside references
These things become subtle symbols of his growing feelings
In moments of camaraderie, Mike unconsciously initiates more intimate gestures like:
A comforting touch, a lingering gaze (that hint at a desire for something beyond friendship)
His compliments take on a new tone, subtly highlighting aspects of your personality or appearance with a warmth that transcends mere friendship
Mike starts rearranging his schedule to spend more time with you
This creates opportunities for you to share moments that go beyond the confines of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza
He begins treating your interactions like a puzzle
Dropping hints and pieces of the confession subtly across different conversations, leaving it to you to assemble the full picture
As his feelings intensify, Mike can’t help but steal more meaningful glances at you when you’re not looking, the unspoken connection growing stronger with each shared moment
Slowly, Mike reveals more vulnerable sides of himself, sharing personal stories and fears with you in a bid to establish a deeper emotional connection
During a particularly ordinary shift at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, Mike finds a moment of quiet amidst the familiar hum of animatronic antics and the occasional shrieks from the security system
He chooses a casual tone, not wanting to make a big scene or disrupt the regular flow of the night
In the midst of discussing routine tasks, he subtly redirects the conversation toward more personal matters
As the night progresses, Mike weaves his confession into the conversation, acknowledging the deeper feelings he’s been harboring
His words carry a sincerity that resonates in the dimly lit security office
“You know, working here with you every night has been the highlight of my day… and there’s something else I’ve been wanting to say. You know how we’re both surviving these nights with the animatronics? Well, there’s one thing I’ve been unsuccessful at surviving – my growing feelings for you.”
To ease the weight of the moment, Mike introduces a touch of humor, using laughter as a bridge between the ordinary and the extraordinary.
You, initially caught off guard, join in the mirth
After his admission, there’s a brief, understanding silence between you two
Mike gauges your reaction, the atmosphere tinged with a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation
He reassures you that there’s no pressure to reciprocate the feelings, emphasizing the value he places on your friendship regardless of the romantic outcome
Rather than letting the confession linger uncomfortably, Mike smoothly guides the conversation back to its initial lighthearted nature, ensuring that your interaction remains comfortable and familiar
You couldn’t keep still after his confession, your fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk
Mike, observing your restlessness, raised an eyebrow inquisitively
The silence stretched, filled only by the faint hum of machinery
Breaking the quiet, you hesitated, “Mike, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…”
In an attempt to keep things light, you playfully mentioned a shared moment, “Remember that time Foxy almost caught us? Got my heart racing, but not as much as you”
Just as you mustered the courage, an animatronic’s clang echoed through the office
Mike, sensing the moment, held up a hand. “Wait, let’s make sure we’re not about to die before we dive into serious talk.”
“We’ve been through a lot here, and I don’t want to keep anything from you,” you admitted
A jump scare on the monitors startled you both into laughter
Amid the chuckles, you confessed, “You know, if we can survive this place together, maybe we can handle something a bit scarier – like, I don’t know, feelings?”
After your cofession he managed to get the courage and finally try to ask you out
“We’ve faced jump scares, malfunctioning animatronics, and eerie quiet nights. Think we can handle a date night too?”
Of course you accepted it
Mike cleans up his place, making sure the occasional pizza boxes and soda cans are out of sight.
He puts on some low-key ambient lighting to create a comfortable atmosphere
Mike opts for a neat but laid-back look – maybe a clean shirt and jeans.
He debates between sneakers and something a bit dressier, ultimately settling for the comfortable option
Wanting to keep it simple, Mike decides on making dinner
He goes for a homemade pizza or pasta – something he can prepare without the risk of burning down the kitchen
Abby had the best time in her life teasing him and she actually helped him with his clothes eventually
You arrive, maybe with a small gift or a dessert to contribute.
You’ve put thought into their outfit, wanting to look good for the night
Vanessa helped you out just like Abby helped Mike out
You and Mike work together in the kitchen, laughing off any culinary mishaps
You sit down to enjoy the meal, the conversation flowing naturally
The evening is marked by shared laughter, building on the camaraderie you’ve already developed
After dinner, you decide on a movie
The choice of what you two are going to watch is 100% yours
As the night winds down, Mike walks you to the door, expressing his gratitude for the enjoyable evening
Standing at the door, Mike offers a casual invitation for another night like this
You agree, leaving with a sense of contentment and the promise of more shared moments in the future
You and Mike continue to enjoy casual outings together
Whether it’s grabbing coffee, going to a movie, or even revisiting your favorite pizzeria, you find comfort in simple yet meaningful activities
Though you haven’t explicitly labeled your relationship, there’s a natural understanding between you two
As a break from the outside world, you have cozy movie nights at home, complete with takeout and snacks
Abby loves you and even tells you embarrassing stories about Mike that he did not mention to you
Laughter becomes a constant in your relationship
Whether it’s Mike’s witty remarks or shared inside jokes, you find joy in the simplest moments
Mike has his fair share of challenging nights at the office
You become a source of support, offering a sympathetic ear and sometimes surprising him with a snack or two
In public Mike is comfortable with casual displays of affection
Hand-holding, a light touch, or an arm around your shoulder become common gestures, especially when you’re strolling through public spaces
PDA 7/10
A subtle protective instinct emerges
Mike tends to keep an eye out for your surroundings, ensuring you feel secure in public settings
Your dynamic remains lighthearted in public just like in private
While affectionate, Mike respects your personal space in crowded places
He’s mindful of not making you uncomfortable and adapts his gestures accordingly
The couple finds joy in sharing small moments in public – be it trying out a new restaurant, attending events, or simply enjoying a leisurely day at the park
Mike, though accustomed to the peculiarities of his night shift, brings a blend of warmth, protectiveness, and genuine affection into his public interactions as a couple with you
Mike cherishes cozy nights spent at home with you
Whether it’s watching movies, playing games, or simply enjoying each other’s company, your private space is a haven
(I’m not sure if I mentioned it already or not if yes then I’m sorry)
You embark on shared cooking adventures, trying out new recipes together
Mike might not be a gourmet chef, but you enjoy the process and revel in the results
There are many times when you have to call Vanessa to save the kitchen or the whole house from burning down
She is kidna tired of this and keeps reminding you that she’s not a fireman, but on the other hand she doesn’t mind that much
Private moments allow for unfiltered conversations
You and Mike discuss your day, share dreams, and engage in deep, meaningful talks
Movie marathons are a common occurrence
From horror films (which Mike might find oddly familiar) to classic comedies, he creates a cozy nest with blankets and snacks for you two
In your private space, Mike is a pillar of support
He encourages yours pursuits, offering unwavering support in your personal and professional endeavors
You curate a shared playlist, a collection of songs that hold special meaning for you two
Overall he’s very protective of you and likes to take care of you
#mike schmidt x y/n#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt x you#mike schmidt#mike schmidt fnaf#best friends#best friends to lovers#request#headcanons#five night’s at freddy’s movie#five nights at freddy's#fnaf movie
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Nancy Drew Games are 50% off on Steam right now so here are some shitty descriptions of the games for newbies or partners (not in order, also spoilers)
Secrets can kill: dickface high schooler was pushed down a flight of stairs, find out who did it
The Silent Spy: Nancy has mommy issues and cosplays as a spy in Scotland
Sea of Darkness: all of the characters have trauma around a ship. featuring the only canonically queer character.
Deadly Device: tech bro gets electrocuted, who did it oh noooo. Feat: women in stem
Midnight in Salem: Glitch-wise, this is the fandom-equivalent of the first release of FNAF Security Breach but doesn’t nearly slay as hard and they didn’t patch any of the bugs. Haven’t played it but the fandom is 50/50 on it, maybe 80/20 against
Shattered Medallion: off brand amazing race goes wrong, feat. A recurring character who you’re supposed to know
Alibi in Ashes: Nancy didn’t commit arson (this time) so who the fuck did? See also, “I can commit major theft and prod you about your dead mom, but I draw the line at arson.”
The Captive Curse: monster and intergenerational trauma, beautifully told story. Plus lederhosen.
Shadow at the Waters Edge: ghosts and intergenerational trauma, beautifully told story. Plus kawaii
Ghost of Thornton hall; ghosts and intergenerational trauma, beautifully told story. Plus southern people.
The Final Scene: nancys friend who we’ve never met gets kidnapped. Plus magic tricks/Houdini. Plus old man.
The Haunted Carousel: Dead mom plus the most annoying daughter you’ll ever encounter and her emotional support robot. Also you’re supposed to fix a theme park
Danger by Design: Parisian fashion designer with anger issues and also might deny that nazis happened during wwii
Curse of blackmoor manor: British girl says oh no my stepmom is turning into a werewolf
Warnings at Waverly Academy; the trailer for this one said something like “I hang out with teenage girls in this one, it could be my scariest case yet”, basically be prepared to do other students homework. Also immaculate dark academia/fall vibes tho
Phantom of Venice: white boy of the month shows you his seven hour tesserae slideshow and you single-handedly bring down a crime ring while wearing stupid outfits
Trail of the Twister: someone is sabotaging a storm chasing team but Nancy cares more about asking the local general store owner about his dead wife
Secret of the Old Clock: It’s magically 1930 again, this game feels so far off brand from pretty much all of the other ones imo but the music goes HARD and there’s def some homoerotic tensions between a dead old man and his live-in psychic
Legend of the Crystal Skull: make a curio shop owner sneeze, collect glass eyeballs, watch a Gerard Way look-alike cry, and maybe get buried alive
Haunting of Castle Malloy: banshees and letterpress and a pub that conveniently only serves juice. Terrible Irish accents. Try to find a missing groom for a wedding but also enjoy a walking sim that walked so Stardew Valley could run
Creature of Kapu Cave: get stuck in a tourist trap resort by a guy who calls himself Big Island Mike, then get stuck in a forest with an entomologist who makes you do her work for her, then get stuck in a research facility with an angry white guy who makes you do his work and then falls asleep. Music slaps but no idea what the plot of the game is supposed to be. Also do a “freaky friday” style switch with the Hardy Boys every time you call them on your cell phone.
Last train to Blue Moon canyon: picture Paris Hilton inviting you on a train and then she goes missing. Also on the train with you: the worst police detective, Zak Bagans impersonator, and Colleen Hoover-vibes.
White Wolf of Icicle Creek: “I fired. And I missed. I missed again. I got sad. I had a popsicle.”
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A little addition to "Curious"
“D’aw and yet here ye are unable to live wi’out me”
Robyn rolled his eyes as a smile began tugging on the corners of his mouth. There was some truth to it. Micah was his best friend, the person he’d trust with his life and imagining a life without those red curls, trilled Rs and filthy tongue was impossible. At the very least, Robyn thought, it would be a rather unhappy life without Micah.
As he stared at the ceiling of the barn the thoughts came rushing back. Endless trains of thoughts pulling him from one question to the next. That was nothing new. His mind was always restless and always made it difficult for him to concentrate on something fully for a longer amount of time. It’s been this way since his childhood but this train of thoughts was different somehow. Vivan’s words didn’t let him go. Who was his “somebody else”? What does Vivian know that he doesn’t? And instead of sitting and thinking of who it is, all his thoughts could be stilled with a little glimpse into a crystal ball. The solution is right there. And Robyn certainly didn’t care much for rules. He could ask someone else to take a look but…
Micah was right. Oracle magic is not to be underestimated and knowing your future may be more dangerous than one might think at first. And what if he does suddenly know who he’s going to be with? Wouldn’t it feel forced? Like it didn’t naturally develop but because “it must happen”. That would affect the whole relationship, no? Isn’t that the nice part about romance? That you yourself don’t know what will happen. That your unknowing will make the little things and the firsts of a relationship so much more meaningful? Even the kiss with Vivian has a meaning now that it wouldn’t have had in a case of knowing how she felt and that she will kiss him.
A bunch of hay suddenly poking his face ripped him out of his deep thoughts.
“Ey!”, he exclaimed disgusted. “Ew, Mike, what the heck?!”
“Oh, sorry, was that not the wheelbarrow? Oopsies.”, Micah grinned.
“You bastard-”, Robyn started grinning himself and stood up from the hay seat, gently pushing Eilidh’s (the unicorn) head off his laps, “-I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“Come and try, Shorty.”
“Alright that’s it!”
Robyn picked up small piles of hay and threw them at Micah, who dodged them without throwing anything back. Laughing and with another pile in his hands, Robyn approached Micah. The freckled boy however, held out the pitchfork to his attacker.
“Put the pitchfork down.”, Robyn halted smiling.
“Put the hay down.”, Micah replied, “Then we’ll talk ‘bouta pitchfork.”
“You’re a very unfair opponent, good Sir. You attacked me first! Now you’re using weapons I don’t have. Make it fair. Hay against hay.”
“Only if there’s ceasefire while I put it away.”
“You have my word.”
A moment of delay. Nothing happened as they both smirked at each other. Micah placed the tool on the ground and kicked it behind him, never once breaking the eye contact with the brunet.
“Good.”, Robyn tried to suppress his smile and be fully in the role of a dueling opponent, who would ensure to be on the winning side, “Now eat hay!”.
Micah dodged the hay attacks once again, still not throwing anything back. He instead attempted to flee, running around in the barn with Robyn right behind him. Both laughing heartily in this game of chase. Robyn chased after Micah for a good minute until Micah’s reflexes were too slow and gave Robyn the opportunity to pin him to the wooden wall by the shoulders.
“Where to now, Freckles?”, he smirked up at Micah.
Micah smiled, panting and catching his breath, trying to still his heart beat along with it.
“Alright, alright!”, he laughed, “I surrender.”.
Robyn didn’t give a response. He tried to catch his own breath and only managed to stare at Micah. Stare at his face as if he’s never seen the light brown freckles all over it or the reddish brown of his eyebrows and eyelashes. As if he looked at those golden eyes for the first time and as if he first notices the chunks of red hair falling into that pale face. As if this was the first time he noticed how beautiful all those traits were together. His breath calmed.
“Rob? Ye- uh… ye can let me go now.”.
Robyn blinked rapidly a few times and pulled himself out of his thoughts.
“Oh, yes, right. Sorry.”, he let go of Micah’s shoulders and backed away, “I uh.. I spaced out for a little there.”.
Micah chuckled. “I noticed. It’s alright.”.
The redhead looked around the hay-covered barn with a long uttered “Well”.
“We better get this cleaned up again before ma dad notices.”, he rubbed his neck.
“Yeeeaah”, Robyn chuckled, “Sorry about that too.”.
“Nonsense, I got myself into this literal mess. It was fun though.”, Micah turned and smiled at Robyn.
“It was.”.
Robyn picked up a broom from the corner of the barn. He better forget about whatever that intense stare of him just was. He wasn’t staring in that sense.
Right?
Micah was attractive to him. But that’s nothing new.
There wasn’t more to it.
…
Right?
#running late to work for this#tdaac#robyn clawthorne#micah bower#pls excuse any typos i had no time to proofread 😭
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Turn the other cheek, and I take it on the chin /Part 2/
Part 1
The sky was blue, two and two made four and Eddie was a coward.
Those were the irrefutable truth of the world. Eddie used to call his behavior "self-preservation" when he ran away from cops and angry jocks mob, or when he skipped a class he couldn’t understand, or when he ran away after witnessing one of the most traumatizing death in the history of mankind.
But as he saw Robin Buckley angrily stomping down his stairs and into his basement, he couldn’t qualify his next course of actions of anything but cowardice.
He had known day more glorious but as he shielded himself from the furious woman with a, for once, quite Mike Wheeler, he couldn’t care less about his image in front of his club.
Hypocritical right ? Yeah that’s another truth Eddie was very well aware about himself but who would dare look him in the eye and spit that fact in his face ?
Robin Buckley actually, as she did not hesitate to shove Mike out of the way and grab Eddie by the collar of his worn out Hellfire shirt, bringing him dangerously close to her angry red face, and shoving him against the wall.
"You, Edward Theodore Munson, are the biggest hypocrite I’ve ever seen. How dare you force those big monologues on conformity and "Hawkins’ monster" on us on top of those poor cafeteria tables, only to turn around and do exactly what you so loudly claim to be against ?"
Eddie was petrified, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers. The basement was as quiet as ever, everyone seemed to hold their breath, too scared they might remind Robin of their presence.
"Steve changed, actually no, he didn’t change. He just had the courage to show his true self, he stripped away from the role that was forced on him by his parents, friends, everyone in this shitty town and by you too. He would and has put his life on the line so many times for every single one of you," She said the last part louder, slightly tilting her head to the side towards a specific side of the table but never moving her rage filled gaze from Eddie’s wide eyes. "He trusted you Eddie, he confided in you and what did you do ? You humiliated him by using his vulnerability against him. I hope you’re happy your pathetic little audience appreciated the spectacle." A protest formed itself on Jeff’s lips but was quickly shut off by a quick glare and an honest to god growl from Robin.
"You know what truly breaks my heart Eddie ? Steve still defended you and he doesn’t even blame you ! Do with that information what you want but I hope it makes you feel so bad you won’t be able to look yourself in any type of reflection for as long as possible."
She slowly stepped away from him, releasing her grip on his shirt and making a show of dusting him off,
"If you want to know what I think of this shit show Eddie. You don’t deserve him." She turned around, facing the kids, "and you guys are a bunch of ungrateful brats who don’t deserve Steve and all that he does for you."
She only looked at the older Hellfire members with disgust before turning back to Eddie. The man in question was looking at the ground, his head hanging guiltily and shoulder hunched.
Robin stepped back into his space, her mouth close to his ear, and let out her final strike in a quite sigh,
"And to think that man saved your life.."
With that, she left as she came, the front door banging loudly behind her.
That last sentence she had whispered in his ear sent a glacial chill down Eddie’s spine. It stabbed through his chest in plain and shameful guilt. Eddie sat heavily on his throne. A throne that Steve had spent two weeks making since the basketball team had burned his old one when he was on the run. He lost himself in a spiral of shame and regrets, cringing at himself as he pictured how it all went down earlier and how, even after noticing Steve leaving, they’d kept that same behavior. Laughing at the expense of the poor man like hyenas. One by one, the older members left quietly. The kids stayed a little longer, sitting in silence before all leaving in a quiet agreement. Eddie only registered Dustin telling him they will be using the phone to call for a drive home. A drive home that, for the first time since the boys had joined Hellfire, wouldn’t be Steve.
Eddie had fucked up, that much was very clear. He also knew why he said all those horrible things, he craved the validation and admiration of his sheepies and hellfire friends.
The only way he had found to maintain those was to do what he had always done.
To the detriment of his friends, Eddie was a hypocrite, selfish and coward man. Eddie saw an opportunity to remind his club of who he was, Eddie "the Freak" Munson, natural nemesis of the jocks.
Robin’s words kept circling in his mind viciously.
The sheer fury that emanated of her trembling frame was enough for Eddie to imagine how bad his words must’ve affected Steve.
He knew those exact words would hurt him and he still said them.
He also knew Steve, through and through now, and with that came the knowledge of what Steve might be thinking about himself right now.
Because his sweet, kind and good Steve, didn’t even blame him one bit. Eddie’s words had definitely hit a very tender spot in Steve’s myriad of insecurities and self doubts.
The man was probably descending full speed through the worst of his self deprecating thoughts right now.
Eddie wished the bats had eaten him alive as the thought of Steve believing Eddie saw him for who he was not.
Eddie would rather Vecna came back as a zombie than Steve Harrington taking his stupid, stupid words at heart and believing them.
If Eddie was going to do one last thing, it was to make sure that Steve knew he wasn’t seen as anything but the painfully good man he truly was.
Resignation filled his mind and he pushed himself up from the throne, walked out of the basement and took the keys of his van before stepping, in the soon to be dark, street.
Eddie was going to see Steve, apologize but most importantly beg the man to not take Eddie’s words for one of the universe’s truth.
It’ll be the last thing he’ll do if Robin Buckley didn’t kill him before for daring to stand in the same vicinity as her friend.
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Here’s part 2 !! And Eddie’s pov yay !! I’m so grateful for your response to the first part as it’s also a response to me getting back to writing and it motivates me so much guys !!!
Next part will be up in a few days since I’m going back to college full time but I’ll do my best to update this little fic as soon as possible !
I tried to tag everyone who asked for it and hope it all worked ?
Love y’all gang ! 🫶🏼🧡
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#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#stranger things 4#steddie#the fruity four#steve x eddie#dustin henderson#lucas sinclair#mike wheeler#steddie fic#stobin#stobin fic#steve and robin#stobin friendship#platonic soulmates stobin#Steve Harrington x the party
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ℬℯ𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎𝒶𝓁
request: THIS IS A WILLIAM REQ I HAVE i saw the movie and fell in love w him (ive been for like years but Matthew made me even more in love🥹) i was wondering if you could do a william x reader where the reader is in her like 20s and shes Mikes childhood friend, but she of betrays him cause she is with William. she had a pretty rough childhood n stuff so she has heavy attatchment issues (and she would like do ANYTHING for Will) @elluvzjamie
Warnings: Readers just as messed up, they’re like insane, cute insane couple stuff ig..?
“You’re dating… my job counselor?” He asked you one day.
“Who’s your job counselor?”
“Steve. Raglan..?”
“Oh…. I didn’t know he was your job counselor.”
“I didn’t know he was your boyfriend.” He was shocked, the age difference was odd to him.
“Yeah. He is. We’ve been together for like a few months.”
“He put a picture of you on his desk and I asked him about it.”
You smiled at that “He did?”
“If your happy.” He shrugged, leaving it at that. He didn’t mind, you were his friend, you’d stayed with him through everything. Even through the awkward middle school years.
The conversation didn’t come up much, because he respected you, of course. He still found it odd. But he kept it to himself.
You found out about his secret early on, he was scared he would have to kill you after you did but you didn’t mind it. And that made him fall impossibly harder for you.
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“Will-“
“Relax. It’s the perfect plan. Besides, when have I ever been wrong?” He grabbed your jaw, making you look up at him.
“But.. he’s been my friend since like… forever.” You were hesitant.
“Do you love me?”
“Of course I do, will-“
“Do you trust me?”
“..Yes.”
“Then please, just go through with it. I promise, when we’re done we can go on that vacation you always talk about.”
You smiled slightly at the mention.
“Okay.” You said softly and quietly, looking up at him with eyes full of love and naiveness. He smiled down at you, leaning down and kissing your lips.
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“M..ike..? What happened?” You mumbled, he was breathing heavily as he grabbed you, helping you up.
“They attacked you. Come on, Abby’s in danger.”
He was running quickly, he pulled out a taser on chica, shooting her with it. You stood beside Mike as Abby and him talked.
You all ran across the halls, Mike limped and was suddenly attacked by Carl.
“Abby, go!” You shouted, trying to go “help” Mike. You pulled Carl off, throwing the cupcake across the floor.
“Fuck, Mike. Are you okay?” You asked, as you got on your knees beside the man.
“I’m fine.” He panted out, holding his leg in pain.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m fine. We- we gotta go help Abby.” He said. You helped him up and he slung his arm around your shoulder as he limped around.
You both looked around to find her, instead, a giant golden bunny walked towards you both. You cracked a small smile, standing there as he stumbled back.
William growled, and Mike tried to tase him, but it was no use.
Mike looked at you as you stood back and watched as the bunny threw him across the floor.
“You couldn’t just leave it alone, could you?” Mike crawled across the floor. You followed Williams steps. “Lucky me. First I killed your brother, then I got your friend to betray you, now I kill you.”
Betray him? He looked at you, who was standing next to the bunny, unharmed.
“Symmetry, my friend.”
“Go to hell.” His eyes were full of hurt.
William laughed, kicking him, and knocking him unconscious.
“Wake up children. I have something for you to play with. This is gonna be so much fun.” He stood in front of Mike. “Little ones tell me you have a sister.” He pulled out a knife. “She will love it here. You, however, are finished. Farewell, Micheal Schmidt.”
“That’s enough!” Vanessa said.
Vanessa. She was interesting. She didn’t like you, that much was for sure. She thought you were far too young for him, but you don’t care.
“Drop the knife.”
“A little old for temper tantrums aren’t we, Vanessa?” William said.
“I’m not kidding, dad.”
he took off his mask, looking at her with disappointment.
“You may have forgotten your loyalties, but I assure you they have not!” He pointed the knife at the animatronics.
Abby ran towards Mike, you glanced back at them. Abby looked up at you.
“Y/n. Why-“ she started, but not finishing her sentence. You looked down at them in slight pity.
“You did great. Now, let us just finish this.” He looked down at you now, the smallest amount of praise making you beam.
“Now, put that thing away. And help us clean up the mess that you created!”
He said, talking about her gun. He walked towards her slowly, and you stayed behind.
“Come on. We both know you’re not gonna use…” she shot him, he groaned and was taken aback. The animatronics looked at her in anger. You looked in shock, but you knew he would handle it.
William yelled, and threw her gun onto the floor.
“You had one job. One. Keep him in the dark, and kill him if he got too close.”
“That’s two jobs.”
He choked her, pinning her against a machine. You looked back at Abby, and quickly put a knife to her throat.
“Y/n!” She yelled, she stood still, scared for her life. Her drawing fell onto the floor.
“Abby, Abby, Abby. I tried to leave you alone. I really didn’t want to do this.” You sighed, shaking your head to yourself.
“Y/n, you don’t have to-whatever he’s telling you-“ she tried desperately, sobbing and clawing at your arm.
“I love him. And I’ll do anything for him. Even if that includes betraying you and your brother.”
William smiled at the sight, how cute, he thought. His daughter was now unconscious on the floor. But that didn’t matter when he could start a new life with you, who would do anything for him.
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die for you | vampire!eddie x fem!reader
eddie munson x fem!reader +18 (minors dni)
after the craziest most fucked up experience of your life, you find out that eddie came back to hawkins, but not as the eddie you used to know.
warning: blood, wounds, handcuffs use (not on reader), Eddie eats animals, kissing, mention of smut ???, little use of (y/n), biting, blood sucking
reminder: english’s not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes
You will remember that day for the rest of your life, it had the be the most traumatic thing you ever witnessed and lived, how could you forget it so easily? The rest seemed okay with it, but as they told you, it was not their first time experiencing something similar. So, you tried to do your best to not affect you.
You helped with the charity at school; helping hurt and homeless people, cooking food where there used to be the school cafeteria, reading kids bedtime stories and helping the elderly take their medicines. Sometimes you were with Steve, folding clothes and receiving donations, and he felt the need to help you when your hands couldn’t work like hours before. Your wrist was still sore from how hard you fell to the floor that night, almost hitting your chin too.
“You sure it’s not broken?” Steve asked with concern while taking away the children’s clothes from your hands.
“If it was broken I would know, Stevie. It’s just sore” you looked at your left wrist, a little fatter than your right. “I gotta put on some cream” you reminded him and yourself. Steve nodded before you left to the back of the gym on the search of your backpack.
As much as you hated it, your wrist was a reminder of Eddie that you really wanted to avoid. You remember so vividly how dumb you were in the upside down, running straight into the demobats without even realizing it; Eddie went after you, to save you.
He pushed you out of the way so hard you fell to the floor far away from all the bats. Their attention instantly went to Eddie, but no matter how much he tried to fight, they got him. You didn’t see it happen because he basically screamed at you, he wanted you to leave.
“Go with the others!” he shouted over the high pitched sounds of the black creatures. “I got this!”
“I’m not leaving you here!” you screamed back, holding your wrist.
“You’re hurt!” he didn’t even bother to look at you, too focused on saving himself now, but knew about the blood falling from your head and your knees. “I’ll distract these fuckers! GO!”
So you ran. Why the fuck did you do that?
Why didn’t you stay with him? Why didn’t you help? Why? Why? Why? You kept asking yourself that every night while crying yourself to sleep. It was guilt. You kept feeling guilty of listening to him that night. That’s what he asked you to do, but you shouldn’t have done that, ‘cause you were probably never going to see Eddie again unless it was inside a coffin, if his body was ever found.
You tried to come back after you realized what happened, tried to look for him, the tiniest piece of hope told you that he might be still alive, still waiting for someone to lift him up and drag him with all those hurt people. But no one would let you. It was too late, and too dangerous. Vecna had taken control now, and there was no turning back.
The days were okay, but the nights turned grey, black and red. It reminded you all the time about that horrible night, like you were still there. You tried to stay at home with your family when the nights fell, and your friend knew that, even Dustin, who called you one Tuesday night, heavy breathing and some horrible background noise making it almost impossible to hear him.
“Dustin, what’s happening?” you asked “Is something wrong?”
“(y/n)…” he said, and let another heavy breath exhale from his chest. “It’s Eddie. He’s here, at Hawkins, Mike’s house, on the basement… but something happened to him. W-we don’t know, but he’s, he’s alive”
“Henderson, stop playing, this isn’t fucking funny” you angrily said at the teenager while feeling hot tears almost spill from your eyes. Your hand gripped the phone tighter.
“I’m not lying!” he swore on his life before passing the phone to the house owner. Mike asked you to go his house, and he totally convinced you when he said; “See it and you’ll believe it”
You took your bike as fast as you could without waking up your parents, and hopped on it. Your legs burned with the fast pace you were driving, but you couldn’t go any slower. Not because of the fear of getting caught by some creature, but for the need of seeing Eddie again.
“Okay, we gotta tell you” Mike and Dustin kept you out of the basement and closed the door behind them. “There’s something weirdly wrong with him” Mike said, his hands shakes after taking a look on Dustin’s face; the curly haired boy looked so tired, like he never even slept after Hawkins collapsed. “He has fangs”
“Fangs?”
“Fangs” they both confirmed.
They warned you again about how aggressive he was being down there, and you heard him. You heard Steve silently screaming, and Robin trying to calm him down. You couldn’t imagine Eddie in that situation; aggressive, with fangs, and handcuffed?
You slowly made your way downstairs with the boys behind you. Steve immediately lifted his head when he saw your figure, a brief relief on his face. He was holding a pan on his hand, and some keys on the other. “We knocked him out and handcuffed him” he let go of the keys and they softly laid in your hands. Eddie was with his hands up, handcuffed to some old closet. He was almost shirtless, if you could call the piece of shirt he was wearing, a shirt. “But he woke up” he said while pointing his head with the pan.
Eddie growled like a fucking beast.
You stopped midway, scared. Was he not able to speak? Was some part of Vecna inside him? You had so many questions you didn’t even realize Eddie was staring at you. Your lost eyes, tired, and shiny with tears. He slowly started to breath normally, lips closing and red eyes, turning slightly brown again, the same soft brown that you fell in love with the first day that he smiled at you, shining.
Your eyes widened when he called your name. It was barely a whisper, but everyone was able to hear it, because now they were all looking at you, waiting for something to happen. Your feet walked down the stairs again, slowly, trying not to scare him, like he was a dog they just rescued. His torso was bloody, and his mouth too. That bandana you gave him was long lost God knows where, because his hair was a total mess. Not the good mess that he always had it on, but a really bad one. Dirty, and kinda bloody too on the ends.
By the time you were at the end of the stairs, Eddie almost jumped at you, desperate, but quickly the handcuffs kept him in place. Everyone gasped at the sudden movement, and so did you. Then he went calm again; he was acting just like a dog. Barking and crying, barking and crying.
“Let’s give some space” Robin said to the others, while they all decided to stay as far away from Eddie as possible, behind you. You kept walking towards him, and his eyes softened when you kneeled in front of him, right at the end of his feet. Eyes glassy and with a shaking bottom lip, he called your name again.
“I’m scared, please” he whispered “I-I don’t know what’s happening to me, I-… I’m thirsty”
“You’re thirsty?” you softly asked, eyebrows pinched together. Eddie nodded harshly, and the soft tingle of the handcuffs made the other take another step back.
“Y-yes, but not… not that kind. It’s like-…” his voice was low, almost like his throat was sore and red from not speaking in a million years. A fat tear fell from his eye and trailed all the way to his neck. “I need help, please, what’s happening to me?”
“Hey, Eds” you softly called. Your right hand got close to his face, trying to shed the tear away, but everything happened so fast… Eddie jumped again and you felt the very little touch of his lips against your wrist, you screamed and fell to the floor, feet kicking nothing while you crawled backwards until hitting your back on someone’s legs. Eddie’s eyes turned a dark red and his fangs started to grow with every growl from the end of his throat. He was acting wild again, almost breaking the old closet that held him and drops of blood were falling into his chest, staining the white skin.
“Woah, woah! Hey!” Steve screamed at Eddie, pan in hand towards him and kneeling next to you, running an arm around your shoulders. “Back off!”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Eddie cried, more tears falling from his red eyes. You noticed the cold, purple veins that appeared underneath his eyes, but only a glimpse of them, because he calmed down again, and his teeth went back to normal. “Please! Somebody help me…” he cried, head finally falling down and hitting his chin against his chest. Everyone stayed silent and heard him cry, no one did anything, too scared to even move. Except for Dustin.
The kid kept saying ‘Oh my God’ while looking for some old book on Mike’s shelf. The initials D&D were written at the front, but Dustin was quick to find a paragraph in between all those pages.
“What are you looking for?” Lucas asked, but his words were shut once he started reading along with Dustin. They both shared a scared look but you didn’t hear a word they said while reading it out to the other, too focused on looking at Eddie, still sobbing and physically hurt. The handcuffs were starting to get into his delicate skin.
You heard something about wrists and necks being a debility in humans, but could get blood from any animal. If Eddie was what you were thinking…
“A vampire?” Nancy asked to his brother. “Is that possible?”
“Demobats” you said. “It’s like bats but… he didn’t die from the bites. The bites turned him into… this” the words fell like grease from your tongue, like it was too easy and you already understood everything. Your muscles started to move again, trying to get to Eddie again, but Steve pulled you against his chest.
“No way, you’re staying here”
“For the love of God! Look at him!” you screamed getting out of Steve’s arms. “Doesn’t matter if he’s not human anymore, he’s hurt.”
The bites along his torso, back, legs and arms were looking disgusting and almost infected. You felt really bad for him. No matter how much he groaned, growled or screamed; Eddie was no monster to you. Still, for your own safety, they decided to tie his mouth with an old red bandana while you cleaned his scars.
Apparently he liked cold water, but the soft touch of your hand felt warm against his skin when you had to cut open his shirt. A yellow sponge quickly turned red while just cleaning his abdomen and chest, and no matter how much Eddie cried; you still wanted to clean his tears. But you couldn’t.
After cleaning him up, you went home. You laid in bed with a horrible feeling deep down in your chest; Eddie was back. But was it your Eddie? Was it the guy you secretly fell in love with? Was that creature ever going to smile the way Eddie did? Was he going to get back to the way he was? The days went by and Mike called you every morning and every night, while Steve made you little updates on Eddie while helping at school.
“He’s doing better, we took off the handcuffs” he explained after two weeks of having him tied down in different parts of Mike’s basement. You didn’t go back to his house, even tough you wanted to. You hated it, but you were scared now. “He uh… he’s eating red meat and, and animals”
You stopped your movement of cutting carrots and the tip of the big knife laid softly against the counter. “Animals?”
“Well, he does need blood, right? Besides, it’s something good for him, he’s not so skinny anymore”
“But, what is he eating?”
“Well, we found a dead fox in the woods so we gave him that” Steve explained, but the words were still stuck at the back of his throat. He gulped every time before talking and answering your questions. “Last night he was like a totally different person, uh, vampi… oh, jeez” he touched his nose with his fingers, totally forgetting he was just cutting onions. “He was different, okay? We went to the woods, me, him and Henderson and he couldn’t stop moving. I’m not kidding, he heard every little animal and ate like seven squirrels. Oh! And he runs like crazy, also jumps, like a monkey”. It only took you a few days to hear those things as something normal. Maybe it was because it was the only way for your brain to comprehend that Eddie was not dead. At least not at all.
On a friday night, you were organizing boxes of old clothes you owned to donate, when you heard a slight noise coming from the window. You turned around, but nothing was there. What else could it be at midnight? Maybe some bird, or a squirrel. You payed no attention to it at first, but when it happened a second time and now with the soft gush of something running in front of the window, you got scared.
Instead of waiting for something else to happen, you took the pair of big scissors from your desk’s drawer, and opened the window. Your head turned right; nothing. Then left; and you screamed.
“Shh, shh!” Eddie said “Calm down, it’s me”
“Eddie?” you whispered
“Yeah” he sounded suddenly embarrassed because deep inside, he knew that showing up to your house this way after weeks, was wrong.
“Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?”
“You gonna let me in or what? Your roof’s uncomfortable” he whined like a baby and after an eye roll and a loud sigh, you stepped back and let him in.
When his feet swiftly touched the ground, you crossed your arms in front of your chest and eyed him up and down. He was wearing a pair of ripped black jeans and a white —stained— t-shirt. His chains were still a part of his outfit, but the pick necklace was still missing. You got surprised by the fact that his muscles were bigger than before, and his skin was not so pale anymore. He looked healthier than ever.
“Wow… you look-…”
“Better?” he asked with a smile 10 miles wide. You barely nodded and he placed his hands on his back pocket, then turned around, taking a look of your room.
“Yeah” you whispered “What are you-… how did you know where I live?”
“Henderson” he briefly explained without looking to your direction now, too concentrated on admiring every little detail of your room. “This is not how I imagined your room” he said while swinging a little pink feather that hung from your ceiling, an old art project you never got to finish.
“Eddie…”
“Look at this” he laughed and pointed at a poster of Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd at the ‘Back to the Future’ set. “Didn’t know you were into these films”
He was acting like nothing happened, and that bothered you a lot. “Eddie” you said firmly, louder, and that finally got his attention. “What are you doing here?”
“Just uh…” he kicked a little paper ball laying on the ground “Just wanted to thank you. You know, for taking care of me” he bit his lip after, big brown puppy eyes looking at you through his long hair and big eyelashes.
You shrugged your shoulders. “I only helped once”
“Doesn’t matter” he sat on the bed, like it was his, and smiled a little. He placed his hands on his thighs. “You were the first to do it and that helped me too so, thank you”
“No problem. Did you-, did you eat?” you asked suddenly. His face scrunched up like a lost puppy, and he turned his head slightly to the side, staring at you. “There’s some meat in the kitchen” you explained pointing behind you with your thumb, even though the kitchen was downstairs.
His gaze changed again. “I’m good. Just had dinner”
“Oh” you whispered again and fixed a stray of your hair that had fallen out of place. Eddie tapped twice with his hand on his side, on the bed. A sweet ‘tud, tud’ that invited you to sit next to him. You slowly approached him. “How are the scars?” you asked when you got comfortable enough.
“They’re alright” he answered, lifting his shirt slightly, showing you the little skin that was still recovering from the attack. You caught yourself looking at his soft a tummy for more time than you would allow yourself. “Wished they were more badass”
“Seems like you got used to this pretty quickly, huh?” you tried to laugh, but a weak smile is all you could give now.
“Yeah… there’s not much I could do, you know?” he asked you while tugging his shirt down again. His hands placed together on his lap. “This is what was suppose to happen to me so… why keep crying about it?” it seemed like he asked himself that question lots of time. This was not the Eddie that you saw weeks ago, not the one that was crying all the time because he needed help, because he wanted to go back to the way he was, he was different.
But he was fine. And what else could you do once you realized that he already assumed this was his destiny?
“You’re right” you nodded while looking at your own hands in your lap, twirling the loose strand of thread that fell from the bottom of your pajama shorts. “Do you feel any different?” you asked.
He nodded towards your director, only taking his sight away to look at his arms when describing how strong he was now. “Yeah, kinda. I’m stronger and uh, faster, feels like I’m lighter. Got used to hearing every single thing happening down the block”
“You hear everything?” your eyes widened slightly.
“I can literally hear how your dad snorts downstairs and what that old lady is screaming to his husband about”
You laughed softly, and that made him laugh too. The last time you both shared a laugh was before spring break, at the bleachers where nobody saw you. You shared your lunch with him because he accidentally told you he only bought a small bag of pretzels for that day, and you basically forced him to eat half of your egg sandwich and a little bit of coke to refresh his throat. He burped like crazy that day, making you laugh every single time.
When the laughter turned silent, you slowly turned your whole body to him, legs crossing on the bed and one of your knees barely touched the rough fabric of his black jeans. You played with your fingers before asking…
“Did you bump into Wayne?”
Eddie gulped slightly, and you regretted asking that question. Too personal. As much as you liked Eddie, and apparently he liked you too —even though you never confessed your feelings to each other— you never shared anything too personal, not yet. You felt like you crossed the line for a second, but Eddie threw his head down and denied. “No. I don’t-, I don’t wanna scare him. The police is looking for me, remember? This is still ‘haunt the freak’ ” his fingers moved nervously and his knuckles cracked while saying that, and you swore you heard the slightest voice crack deep inside.
“Yeah, but… your uncle wouldn’t say a word and, you’ll be safe” you played with the little chains on his jeans.
“Still, I don’t wanna put him in that situation. I’ll send him a note or something” he closed his eyes, trying not to imagine his uncle looking for him everyday. In the woods, in the city, at the burned library, anywhere. “So how are you?” he asked trying to change the subject, and you didn’t stop him. “How’s your hand?” his fingers pointed your previous almost broken wrist, and you softly wiggled it in front of him.
“Oh, it’s okay now”
“I’m sorry for almost biting your hand off” his lips curled into a sad looking expression.
“It’s fine” you laughed softly, getting lost in his eyes. Even if he didn’t say sorry, you knew he was just by looking at him. His eyes never lied.
“It was just… I haven’t eaten in days and, and your smell…” his words stopped there for what it felt like ages. He waited for you to ask something, to laugh, to say anything, but you stayed just as frozen as he did, and quickly shook his head off, letting a little wheeze fall out of his chest, laughing. “forget it”
But you were curious now. “No, what?” you grabbed his arm, slightly. The warmth of your hand contrasting with the coldness of his skin “My smell?”
“Your blood” he explained, voice louder than he expected. He felt a tight knot on his throat desperately trying to come out and the only way, was explaining it to you. “Human blood is different from animal blood, it’s stronger, it’s like, like when you put condiment on the steak”
That example was a little weak, but you took it anyways.
“Does it taste different?”
“I… don’t know. Haven’t tried it” he laughed and made you some funny face, as if that fact was obvious.
“Yeah, sure” you sounded confused, but in fact, you were just trying to get the pieces in your head, at a really slow pace. Eddie laughed again, louder this time, and bumped your shoulder softly with his fist.
“What? You think I would drink blood out of a corpse or something?”
“I don’t know!” you laughed too, shaking the nervousness out of your system. “Steve’s been telling me everything you did, wouldn’t be surprised if you bumped into some dead cop and drank his blood”
“Ew, what if he had aids?”
“Eddie!” you whispered a little scream which made you both laugh again. It was at moments like these were you felt it was really easy for you to fall in love.
It was the little things for you. The laughs, the touches, even the way you met. You were studying so hard for an exam you didn’t even see someone bigger than you was walking your way just as distracted as you, and that’s when Eddie bumped into your body, making all papers and books fall to the ground.
He apologized like crazy, and that made you laugh too. What you didn’t know is that Eddie was never like that with anymore, but he fell in love with you way before you met.
Still, that’s another story.
He suddenly got closer to you on the bed, almost copying your position, but still keeping one foot on the ground, in case he had to run and hide for some shit.
Eddie kept his head down, slowly letting his hands touch your ankles, giving it little squeezes like massages and trying to enjoy the most out of this moment. He didn’t know when you would see each other again. With a call of his name, he lifted his head towards you and hummed, waiting for you to ask whatever it is that you wanted to know. He understood that you had a lot of questions.
“How do I smell now?”
He seemed to be taken by surprise. A sharp breath went through his nose before answering you, mouth opening and closing again just to repeat the same action, almost as if the words couldn’t come out. “G-good, yeah” he nodded a little, playing with the holes in his jeans, dipping his hands under the denim, then out of it.
“It looks like you’re trying to… control yourself”
“I am” he admits. For a few seconds, he took a look at your neck. Pretty, he thought. Decorated with a light gold necklace, and that little vein that popped out quite easily every time you spoke; he didn’t pay much attention to it until now. “I haven’t been around many people these past weeks but, your smell is different from others” he said looking into your eyes again, as hard as it was for him.
“How?”
You asked a lot of questions.
“I don’t know. It’s just different, a different smell. It’s still inside the human blood thing but you’re like-, like sweeter?”
“Sweeter?”
“Yeah” he then explained how it was like smelling a vanilla perfume in a store full of coco ones, it was a slight difference, but could still be distinguished. “I’ve been practicing and now I can control when to stop so don’t worry, I won’t bite your neck” he smiled warmly at you when he realized how worried you were looking now.
You barely smiled, and whispered. “So you can stop when you want?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
The silence was dominant again. It was not uncomfortable, but Eddie knew you wanted to ask something else. Apart from all the new things he could do, he realized that his intuition was stronger than ever, and he was right almost 95% of the time, so he waited. He was patient while looking at your lines, your features.
He heard the beat of your heart. It was slow, chilling, not nervous or scared at all, and that made his chest fill up with joy. You were not scared of him, not even after he accidentally attacked you. You were still the same girl he fell head over heels for.
God, he wanted to kiss you right there.
“Eddie, does your heart beat?”
But that question was not what he was expecting.
He knew it was coming. Everyone that saw him asked him the same thing, Harrington, Henderson, Sinclair, even both Wheelers. Robin didn’t even ask, she just placed her hand on Eddie’s chest looking for a heartbeat and praying he wouldn’t eat her hand on one single bite.
“Wanna feel?”
You didn’t answer, not as quickly as he thought you would, someone as curious as you. His cold hand took yours, slightly lifting it from your knee. His eyes never left yours when he pulled up his shirt again, letting you feel his cold skin while your hand went up, up, up, until it reached his chest. He placed your hand where the heart is, and pressed his palm over it.
He saw your eyes closing, as if that would help you into concentrating more, trying to feel the vibration against your palm a little bit harder.
It almost didn’t.
You knew that Eddie’s heart had to beat. He drank blood in the morning, day, and night, how could it not beat? That’s what the heart needs, right? It needs blood to beat, and vampires need blood to survive. Still, you didn’t feel anything. Your palm was just heating up his chest, while you patiently waited for at least a little beat. You tried counting the seconds; his heart was beating awfully slow.
You didn’t like it.
“It almost doesn’t” your voice cracked, and the tears that you didn’t know you held, fell to your legs in a fast way. Your hand didn’t leave, trying to feel another beat; another signal that he could still be alive. “So, you’re dead?” you lifted your gaze, now really crying and letting him see it.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart” his voice calmed you down and only at that moment, you saw he was about to cry too. His hands took both of your cheeks, cupping your face in his big hands. His thumbs started circling the smooth skin, and letting a few teardrops disappear into his own rough skin. “I’m here”
“Yeah but you’re not… you’re not alive” you sobbed, letting all the weight of your face fall into his hands. You were weak for him, practically letting him swallow you whole if he wanted to. Eddie was your support, but it didn’t feel right.
“I am. Blood keeps me alive” he explained to you, like you didn’t know already.
“But you don’t have enough” you said with worry in your voice. Your brain cickled after you said it. The blood he was drinking wasn’t enough. “If you had, your heart would beat faster, right? ”
“That’s true, I don’t have enough”. What was the point of lying to make you stop crying, anyways? “But I feel fine, I’m not gonna die anytime soon. You won’t get rid of me that easily” he swiped your cheeks one more time before putting your hair behind your ears. For a brief moment, you imagined him still young in forty years, driving a car going somewhere where he had to start all over again; and you weren’t part of it.
You wanted Eddie to live his best life, because as he said, he was not leaving anytime soon.
He deserved something better. He deserved someone to give him what he needed, and everyone starts with something, right? Even if it’s the slightest thing… it could mean the word to the one who is receiving.
You builded courage one more time, letting now your hand travel to his right cheek. The rough skin of his shaved face against the smoothness of your own hand was all he needed. Just a little touch of you, a little smell, a feeling, that was enough for him. He didn’t need any more.
“Can you bite me?”
Specially, not that.
“What?” he asked, low voice ringing in your ears. You gulped, Eddie was not happy, but there was also no turning back now. You already asked, and he clearly heard, so you repeated, firmly this time;
“Bite me”
He stared at you deeply. His eyes were not showing anything else more than anger this time. His hand removed yours from his face, and got up from the bed. “Please don’t ever repeat that” he said with a harsh, mean tone, almost making you cry again.
“Eddie, I mean it” you whined while your gaze followed every step he made, getting away from you.
“Yeah I fucking mean it too. Don’t ask me to do that to you.” His voice raised a little as he stood by the window, forehead almost bumping into the cold glass. A hand went through his messy hair, tugging slightly.
“Why not? You need it”
“Yeah so you gonna make yourself my personal blood tank?” he turned to you, more feral this time. He heard the beat of your heart go faster, getting scared. His pupils were blown as he looked at you, so he turned his head back to the sight of your porch.
You stayed silent for a minute, watching him as you made sure he had calmed down when you started walking towards him. He flinched a little when your hand laid on his shoulder, but quickly remembered he was not the one that should be scared.
“Eddie” your sweet voice whispered, too close for his vampire sense liking, but didn’t bother to let you know. His face turned to you, penetrating your soul through his eyes. “You can control it, remember?”
“Yeah but you’re different. I told you. What if I don’t stop?” he asked, and it was the most serious question he ever made you. You really started thinking, what if he started to just drain all the blood from your body? What if your parents found your dead body on the bed the next morning? “What if I can’t? If I get addicted to it?”
He was genuinely concerned. He didn’t want to hurt you at all, already feeling guilty enough for almost biting your hand off. Still, your desire to help him was bigger than anything. Could vampires hypnotize? Because you felt that way, completely putty in his hands and he didn’t even kiss you. Or touched you.
“You won’t kill me”
Maybe Eddie was easy to convince, or you just had a gift, because as quickly as he left the bed, he went back, his own body dragged to it by your hand. He sat again, already knowing what was coming. The blood running through his ears, God, he could feel it. If he was still human, he would be sweating like crazy. But if he was human, he wouldn’t be in your bed, almost sucking your blood.
“Wrist or neck?”
“Huh?”. It came as a low whimper, like a lost kid in a big city, alone, and a big old man just bumped into him asking him where his mother was.
“Dustin came the other day and we spoke. He said there’s different spots in the human body where blood smell stronger because of the thin layer of skin so that’s why you attacked me” you explained in just one breath. Eddie would have made a joke about how smart you were starting to get, or how fast your little mouth can speak, but he kept the jokes to himself. His mouth stayed open, still looking at you. “Choose. Wrist or neck?”. Your voice shook him out of his trance.
“Wrist” he said without thinking. You squeezed yourself closer to him, slowly dragging your hand up, close to his face. He grabbed it, and then his other hand grabbed your forearm, squeezing lightly, like a small massage. “Tell me when to stop, okay?”. You nodded more than once to let him know that it was okay, that you wanted this. He learned when to let his fangs come out, and it hurt him, you knew it. Eddie hissed slightly but ducked his face lower into your hand. You could touch his left cheek with your palm, smoothing with some imaginary circles on his skin. “Jesus, you-… you smell really good” he almost whimpered, just as his pink lips barely touched your skin.
You felt goosebumps along your arms as you felt his mouth grow wider and the little pressure against your wrist feel tighter every time. It stung, it fucking stung. You bit your bottom lips to avoid a little whimper scape from your mouth; you didn’t want Eddie to stop and feel scared. You should’ve been the one scared, but since you weren’t, everything was fine.
His teeth had deepened inside you with ease, and you could feel the little throb of your small wound with every suck from Eddie’s lips. Apparently vampires could drink blood in a much faster way that you expected. You could hear the blood leaving your body and entering your friend’s mouth, and how loudly he was gulping.
His hands gripped your arm tighter as your eyes started to close involuntarily, feeling dizzy, but your heart was beating faster because of the fear of passing out. If you did, and your warm body laid on the bed for the next few minutes, would Eddie be able to stop?
You trusted he would, but you needed him to stop.
“Okay, you can stop now”
He didn’t.
“Eddie” you whined. The sound must have being annoying to him, or something that just encouraged him to keep going, because he groaned and he just sucked again, harder this time. A small scream and a sniff escaped your lips. Your hand went to grab his hair, trying to pull him. “Eddie, stop” you said louder, but still aware of your parents sleeping downstairs, trying not to wake them up. But how else would you get Eddie to stop? Fuck, this was starting to worry you. You looked around, looking for something to hit him with. Nothing could work, not your notebook, or your little plastic cup of water, or your small perfume. Your heart was starting to bump against your back now, and the breath of your lungs started to leave much faster. As scared as you were, you lifted your foot up and right where you knew, it had to hurt. “Stop!”. You screamed, hoping it wouldn’t wake your parents up, and Eddie backed away.
Some blood drops from your hand and his mouth fell into the covers. Eddie tried to contain himself from licking them, and focused his eyes on you. You were scared by his red eyes, his black veins on his face and his bloody lips. You grabbed your wrist and pressured. As you tried not to cry from the pain and the fear, you walked to the closet and started looking for some old shirt that could stop the thin bleeding.
You found an old hairband that was just perfect to pressure your wrist and stop the bleeding. You still didn’t look at him, he could only see your back and the way your shoulders went up, down, up, down and your breathing started to control again.
“I’m sorry” is all he said. He wiped off the fresh blood on his lips as his sight focused again.
“Don’t worry” you answered. No matter how scared and hurt you were, your voice was still sweet like honey, and smooth. He hated that, he hated the way you wouldn’t show your vulnerability against him.
“Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that” he grabbed his head, looking down to his tights.
“I offered” you fought back.
“Yeah, it was fucking stupid”
“Excuse me?” you turned around, hand still grabbing your wrist. You had wiped the tears that fell down your cheeks, but Eddie could still see the little wet line that drew your face. It was not much time that he looked at your direction, because he grabbed his tongue, scared, and shaking.
“I- I can’t get it out of my tongue” his voice stuttered. His fingers touched the wet muscle, as if that would pull away the taste of your warm red liquid. “I should’ve said no” he voiced to himself, pulling his hair again. You just stood there, staring, as his eyes turned brown again and the softness of his puppy gaze. You were frozen in place, not really waiting for anything to happen. “Let’s not do that again”
“But what if you need it?” your worry was shown again.
“I don’t fucking care and you shouldn’t care either” his voice raised but quickly apologized when you put your finger over your lips, silencing him.
“Well, sorry, genius, but that’s impossible” your arms fell to the side of your body again with a soft ‘thud’ as you stood closer this time.
“Why?” he said with clear annoyance.
“Because I like you!” your voice raised slightly and you stepped to him again. He stayed silent, letting his hands fall to his legs. You stood there with sudden fear, too scared to even keep talking about your feeling without him making fun of you or telling you he didn’t feel the same way. But was that so important now? Probably not. His life just took a dramatic turn by turning into a fantasy creature, what could be worse? “I’ve liked you for months, okay? Now if you can’t understand that, I’m sorry. I can’t be more clear”
He slowly got up, creeping his way to you. His footsteps were heavy towards you. You stayed silent as his eyes hypnotized you, like a little lamb in the woods, lost, who just found something so mesmerizing that no pair of eyes could stop looking at. Eddie was all that. He was so perfect, no matter who he was, what he was doing, or what he has become. Eddie was still Eddie. “I like you too” his hot whisper brushed your mouth as he stood so close to you that it almost felt like he was about to kiss you. “But I need more, baby” He called you as both of his cold hands grabbed your elbows, softly drawing circles on them. It was true, and he had to tell you. Of course he liked you too, but that was not going to be enough for him. “I need you… can I have you?”
Your face tilted to the side just as fast as his hand touched your cheek. Your eyes closed, feeling the soft yet cold touch of the boy you loved over your skin and barely wet skin. Your heart was beating fast with excitement, and Eddie could hear it. Maybe it was because of the fear of this new thing, or maybe it was because you were preparing yourself for what you were about to say.
If Eddie could read minds, his surprise wouldn’t be so big when you said;
“Eddie, I’m yours”
His mouth went dry and he was sure that something in his eyes changed, because your eyes widened slightly and your breath hitched.
“Say that again” he demanded.
You smiled softly, cherry lips barely touching the palm of his hand when you repeated, “I’m your-…”
He didn’t give you any time to finish when he crushed his lips to yours, devouring you. It was desperate, not what you expected. You imagined that your first kiss with Eddie would be much sweeter, maybe even with a taste of your cherry chapstick or the smoke of his cigarettes but still, this was just enough.
You almost couldn’t keep up with his fast rhythm, but you enjoyed every single second of it. Your arms wrapped around his neck with ease as he gripped your waist. Fuck, he didn’t remember that kissing someone felt this good. Was it because it was you? Was it because he could feel things much more? Was it both?
Oh, come on, like he cared now. He just wanted to kiss you and never stop.
“Your taste is so good. So fucking good” He whimpered while his hands roamed around everything he could grab; your waist, your arms, your neck, your back, your ass. Those little pajama shorts were driving him crazy. Just by remembering the sweet taste of your red blood, it made him go crazy. He wanted more even though he knew he couldn’t, but maybe that’s just how love was, or at least, for him. He wanted to have you for so long, but couldn’t do it and now… you were all his. All those desperate moments in which he thought, “I need her”, were just a reminder about how close he had you now, and never wanted to let you go. He smiled when a little soft moan escaped your lips as his rough hands grabbed your hips. He walked backwards as you followed, pushing his chest slightly. “Does she taste good too?” Eddie playfully asked when his hand cupped your heat. An extremely hot and proud smile creeped on his lips.
You smiled back, trying not to whimper. “Find out yourself”
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Secret Sinners Part 2 (Steddie X You)
Part of this Universe/ Part 1 of Secret Sinners
Warnings: Demon Steddie/ Human Fem Reader, SMUT of the slightly rougher variety, choking, lots of touching and dirty talk, FLUFF, they love each other <3, ANGST, they go to another realm to find answer and run into some bad creatures (brief), reader get a bit hurt when they come back, they talk about events from the first AU, I think that's it.
Word count: 6059
“Um, so I have good news and bad news.”, Dustin sighed as he drank the beer in his glass. The three of you stare at him in anticipation as he drags out his information making Eddie huff in annoyance. “The bad news is where they are currently, they won’t be for long AND there are other types of demons in that realm.”
“So, we’re going to another realm. Cool.”, Steve sighs.
“The good news is Mike said Y/N can survive there so she can go with you.”
“Which…is obvious because Jonathan is there with Nancy…”, the long-haired demon growled.
“I’m sorry. They’re a little antsy.”, you grin making him beam him your direction.
“I like you.”
“I like you to.”, you giggle.
“Okay, okay.”, Steve chuckles as he rises to his feet. “She’s just nicer than we are.”, he smiles as he pulls the young boy in for a hug. “Go back home, kid, and thank you for everything.”
“Of course, man. Hopefully, I’ll see the three of you at home sometime.” After handing Eddie some papers, he hugs him as well before turning to you. “Don’t let them boss you around too much. I think you’d be a pretty badass warrior in our world.”
After kissing his cheek, you wrap your arms around him before making a little oh sound and digging in your bag. The guys watch as you hand Dustin something and whisper in his ear as he smiles.
“Your wish is my command, ma ’lady.”
As you watch him leave, Steve takes your hand in his and the three of you take a seat again at your table.
“What did you give him?”
“A little present.”, you smirk mischievously.
“Oh, Steven, you aren’t going to like this.”, Eddie exhales heavily as he turns the piece of paper the boy had given him around and slid it in his direction. “These are the coordinates to Malvado.”
“Well, that ends that.”
“What? Why?”, you inquire at his immediate reaction.
“Because the realm that place is in is barely safe for us, let alone a human. I don’t know what the fuck they were thinking going there.”
“I mean…plenty of demons to slay and a good place to hide where our kind wouldn’t go searching.”
Steve sighs as his gaze shifts between you two. “No. The answer is no.”
“You and I can go and see what we can find—”
“No. You’re not going somewhere dangerous without me. I can help protect you two.”
“That’s not your job, Y/N.”
“And that’s not your job anymore either, Steven. I can help.” The demon’s eyes glow in anger as you stare right back in defiance.
“Not going to lie, kind of turned on by you both right now.”
The red fades from Steve’s eyes as he smirks at Eddie’s comment and you reach for his face to bring his lips to your own.
“Ugh! Fine! Fine but we need more weapons than a bat and a guitar and she’ll need a disguise.”
***
The glass to the window shatters as you throw a rock through the entryway to the shop you three were sneaking into.
“I’m surprised neither of you know how to pick a lock.”, you whisper as you climb in and dust off your pants.
“We could say the same thing, troublemaker.”, Eddie teases as he checks you over to make sure none of the glass cut you.
“Come on, you two. Let’s get what we need and get out.”, Steve hisses as he looks around. Pointing towards the counter, you draw the demon’s attention to the swords that were hanging on the wall. “Nice.”
While he and Eddie look over the selection, you scurry towards the clothing in the corner and quickly grab some items before running back to them as the sound of sirens fill the air.
Wrapping Eddie’s arms around your waist, they hurry out the back door, and fly into the night sky just as the police cars skid to the front of the shop.
***
“I miss my sword.”, Steve whines as he swings the one he’s holding in the air. “It had a lot of umph you know?”
“God, baby, I love it when you talk dirty.”, the long-haired demon jokes as the other makes a face at him in joking annoyance.
“Do I need a weapon?”, you ask as you finish tying the combat boots you grabbed.
“WE are your weapon.” Steve kneels in front of where you were sitting on the hotel bed and takes your hands in his. “Y/N, I need you to really listen to me here, ok?”
“Ok.”
Eddie sits beside you and tenderly places his hand on your knee.
“This place is extremely dangerous. Now, we know you’re strong and can fight but these creatures here don’t. They will see you as small and weak if they get a good look at you. With this hood here, I’m hoping they won’t take the chance because they can’t clock what type of being you are.” After pulling it over your head, his palm gently caresses your cheek. “You have to listen to what we say without question, no matter what. No attitude and no hesitation. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“I’m serious, Y/N. If you don’t think you can do that or for one second think you won’t run if we asked you to then we may as well stay here.”
“I understand, Steven. I promise I’ll behave.”
They both gave you a gentle kiss on your lips as Eddie pulled up his hair and handed you Steve’s bat.
“Even though we’re watching out for you, I think you’d look more intimidating with this.”
“Alright.”, Steve heavily exhales. “Here we go.”
###########
The strong smell of smoke and rain hit your nostrils immediately as you step through the gate your demon created into this new realm. It was nighttime here as well but the city was illuminated with neon lights flashing everywhere.
“It looks like the city in Bladerunner.”
“Is that the one movie you showed us with Han Solo?”
You nodded as you smiled at Eddie’s question, realizing only now that they had fully transformed into their normal demon skin.
“Ok, let’s move. Dustin gave me the name of a bar they frequent so we’ll start there. Keep your eyes down, Y/N.”
Doing as he commanded, you followed behind him while Eddie trailed behind you making sure you were safe. There were many different creatures roaming what you would call streets and both demons couldn’t deny that they were impressed how well you were keeping it together.
A few beings they passed looked like them but some of the others were much bigger and growled trying to intimate you three as you walked past.
“You two sit and be casual while I take a look around.”, Steve ordered as soon as you entered the building you were looking for.
Leading you to a table, Eddie sat beside you and carefully placed his arm around your shoulder so he wouldn’t hurt you.
“How are you doing, sweetheart?”, he whispered, grinning when you confirmed you were ok with a smile of your own.
You couldn’t help but take in how sexy they both seemed like this as they protected you. Both demons were in a completely new headspace you had never seen from them before and definitely not in this current form. Everything in their demeanor radiated dominance and you never felt safer.
The sound of glass slamming loudly against your table startled you back to attention as a deep voice slurred words in front of you.
“Hello there. You’re a tiny little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, she’s travel size for demons like me. Now fuck off.”, Eddie snarled as you kept your eyes on the table.
“Who are you? I feel like I know you.”
“I don’t think so because if you did you’d know I’m not someone you mess with.”, he growled slowly rising to his feet. “I’m only going to say it one more time… fuck off.”
The creature in front of him smiles wickedly as he leans forward on his hands.
“Or what?”
“Or you deal with me.”, Steve responds, yanking the thing backwards away from you both. “He’s a lot nicer than I am so I’m just going to tell you, if you even speak again, I will kill you.”
“Aren’t you the fucker who killed a princess?”, another being asked as he sauntered near the area. “You have a bounty on you.”
“Not anymore. I was cleared.”
“Oh? Well, isn’t that convenient. We didn’t hear that in these parts.”
As the thing stepped forward again, you stood up and pointed the bat in his direction, a silent warning for him to stay put.
“Look at that. Little one can handle itself. Maybe, we should take it home and figure out how it ticks.”, someone else threatened.
You three were surrounded on all sides and Steve realized it too late. It had been a while since he was able to utilize his skills and he was beginning to realize how rusty he had become.
You caught on to the person before anyone else, your eyes following a small, hooded figure slowly circling around the bar to where you were standing. A smirk painted their lips as red light illuminated from their eyes telling you this was a friend.
Pulling a device from their pocket, they threw it on the floor, and just as smoke exploded from within, rough hands were suddenly on you, lifting you into the air and flying out the door.
You could hear both your demons flying close behind but not fast enough to catch up. Soaring lower to the ground you were released and strong arms caught you before placing you on your feet.
“Hello there.”, he grinned. “You really shouldn’t be in this realm. It’s not safe for humans like us.”
“Are you…?”
“Jonathan. Nice to meet you.”, the man greeted, extending his hand which you shook and presented your name.
Eddie fluttered to the ground first with a knowing smirk of his own on his features.
“Jonathan. I figured out who it was when they started fighting.”, he smiled as he pointed to the sky where the two demons were battling each other. “Only one other demon knew some of the same moves that Steven did.”
Steve crashed to the dirt with a loud thud as the other demon towered over him with their sword held to his throat. Lifting off their hood, she beamed down at him before offering him her hand.
“Mike and Dustin said you were looking for me.” Red light shimmered around her as she took a human form and extended her hand out to you. “Hi. I’m Nancy.”
***
Nancy grinned as she slammed her weapons onto the table you three were sitting around as she took a seat and leaned forward on her elbows.
“Gotten a bit slow there, huh, pretty boy?”
“Yeah, well, I haven’t had a reason to use my skills in over 3000 years.”
“Hm. So what made you come here? Thought maybe you’d get back in the game or do you just naturally have a death wish?”
“We need your help.”, Eddie cuts in as Steve scowls into the wood in front of him. “You know our kind live fairly long lives but we were wondering—”
“How Jonathan is still around?”, she asks and he nods in response. “Because of this little one I imagine? What’s so special about her, if I may ask?”
“What’s so special about your partner?”
Nancy’s eyes shift towards you at your sassy question before a slow smile spread across her features.
“Oh ok. I get it now.”
“She saved our lives.”, Steve murmured under his breath. “We love her.”
“We want to be with her for as long as we can.”, the long-haired demon added, reaching for your hand.
As they spoke, her gaze never left yours making you feel a bit self-conscious.
“What if I told you what you need requires a sacrifice of some kind?”
“I have nothing to lose except them. I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”, you answer.
“What if the sacrifice would be to let one of them go? Would you?”
“Is that an actual requirement or are you just causing problems?”, Steve growled making Nancy smirk.
“No. I would never choose between them. I love them both and I know how much they mean to each other.”
“What if it meant losing your humanity?”, she inquires as she turns to give Steve her attention. “What if what I offer strips her of what makes her who she is leaving someone different behind? Could you handle that?”
“She’s already changed so much since the time we met her till now. She’s not like other humans, Nancy. She’s not weak.”
“If I wasn’t human anymore would they be able to be themselves?”, you ask causing her to swivel her head abruptly back towards you.
“What do you mean?”
“As a human I AM fragile. They can barely even touch me with their natural skin without damaging my own. They spent so much time being hidden and I want them to be able to be themselves as much as possible.”
Nancy nods as she glances towards Jonathan who affirms her gesture and disappears from their kitchen.
“The first time I touched him with my demon skin, I accidently tore some of the flesh off his arm. I cried for days until the wound healed and we always have that scar to remind us how fragile he is even as a slayer with many kills under his belt.”, she sighs, softly smiling towards her boyfriend as he comes back into the kitchen and places a vile next to Steve.
“It’s a potion. It’s only found in one realm and the woman that makes it doesn’t make it easy to attain. Many slayers go to get this and only one has left with it in hand.”, Jonathan explains as your demon scans the container with his eyes. “I can give you the information but I can’t guarantee you’ll succeed. I’m also giving you this just so you can test it out and see if this potion is worth the trip.”
“What does it do?”, you ask.
“It makes you less…fragile. Just that little bit there will also extend your life for an extra 6 months.”
“Holy shit.”, Eddie exhales.
“Fair warning, Y/N. It may hurt the first time you drink it but once it fully runs through it will stop. You have to remember it’s transforming you so to speak.”
“Also,” Nancy inputs. “The witch that makes this, she’s going to put you through a lot more tougher initiations than the questions I asked so, please…”, she begs as her eyes lock with Steve. “…be prepared. She won’t just test her but you both as well. That’s part of the reason so many fail. It won’t be your swords that save you but your strength in mind. Just keep telling yourself while you’re there ‘she’s all that matters.’”
“And Eddie.”
The demon and her slayer both glance towards Steve as he speaks.
“Y/N and Eddie are all that matter. Without them, I wouldn’t be here at all let alone in one piece and I’m not letting anyone fucking hurt them.”
Nancy nods as she rises from her seat and the three of you do the same as you head out the front door.
“We’ll probably be headed out by tomorrow. We’ve already been here longer than we normally are but if you need anything just ask Mike and he’ll get a message to me. I heard you two are finally able to go home. I’m so happy for you. I really am.”
Jonathan lightly tugs on your arm, having you hang back while the demons continue to talk.
“It’s not an easy test, Y/N. Everything that you’re going to experience will hurt the three of you but if you succeed I assure you it will bring you guys closer together. When we came back home, Nancy was aloof for 3 days. She wouldn’t tell me what she experienced but she said she knew she made the right choice…running away to be with me.”
“What about your experience?”
“A LONG time ago, my brother went missing…kidnapped by demons from another realm. It’s how I fell into this business and do what I do. I was able to bring him home but sometimes I wonder…what if I hadn’t. That was my experience. The worst thing to ever happen to me amplified with my worst fear; not being able to save and protect the beings I love the most.”
“I can understand that.”
“Rumors say you offered to take their place in the stone they had been trapped in. That was very brave of you.”
“Rumors? Where?”, you laugh making him smile.
“Maeve is a powerful woman everyone respects so when it comes to your circumstances, realms will talk like people in a human office building.”
The three demons watch as you giggle harder, Nancy beaming softly at the man making you happy.
“She seems nice; strong. I don’t know if she’s strong enough for what you two want but I do hope you make it out of the other side.”
“You have no idea what she’s already been through, Nance. She rid her world of three terrible people to save it, she’s lost both her parents, and spent her whole life basically subservient to people who took her for granted. She deserves this. WE deserve this.”, Eddie attested.
“When we heard you both were stuck in that stone, Jonathan and I tried to come find you those first 300 years. Every time we got close, Maeve slipped through our fingers. How did she do it?”
“Tricked an all-powerful demon prince into signing up for a life of servitude within a stone for all eternity.”
“Well shit.”, she breathily laughs. “Be careful, ok?”
Steve nods as he beckons for you to follow so you guys could head home to your world.
“Thank you, Nancy. We appreciate this.”
“Hey, it’s the least I could do for breaking your heart AND kicking your ass.”
“You didn’t kick my ass.”, he sighs, flicking her a small smile before walking through the portal to your realm with Eddie and you close behind.
###############
“I can’t believe this is enough for an extra 6 months.”, the long-haired boy muses as he looks at the little vile.
Your eyes scan Steve as he sits in a chair in front you both staring absently into the floor.
“Baby, are you ok?”
“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine. Just a lot to process in one day.”
“Was that hard for you? Seeing her again?”
“No.”
“Liar.”, Eddie teased making Steve roll his eyes.
“A little, ok Mr. Sass? Jesus. It’s just weird seeing her and hearing her talk. She sounds so different now…harder.”
“I’m sure like you she’s been through so many rough things these past thousand years. Constantly on the move, fighting demons and other creatures, everything she’s been through with Jonathan.”
“What do you mean by that, babe?”
“I mean, you two are tough but you’re also the most emotional creatures I’ve ever met.”, you grin as they chuckle. “She probably feels bad for hurting him still and then add in that he’s a demon slayer in love with a demon. I’m sure that causes problems with people in his circle and I’m also sure she blames herself for that. Just as I’m positive that with everything that’s happened to me and anything that happens in the future you two will blame yourselves.”
“Yeah, yeah. Here Dr. Y/L/N. Just drink this and stop psychoanalyzing.”, Eddie beams playfully as he hands you the potion.
You exhale slowly, shaking out the nerves as their eyes watch you intensely.
“I love you both.”, you declare as you knock it back like a shot, cringing at the disgusting taste of bitterness that slides down your throat.
There’s a moment of silence where no one moves or even breathes as you wait to see what happens. Abruptly, you shout before clenching your jaw and slamming back against the bed behind you.
“Y/N?! What’s happening, sweetheart? Talk to us.”
“B-Burns…burns!”
It felt like lava had replaced your blood as the heat coursed through your veins in your body from head to toe. Both demons held you down to the mattress as you continued to thrash about.
“Steve. Eddie. Baby, make it stop. It hurts so much please. It hurts.”, you pleaded as tears fell down your face.
Steve glanced at the other demon helplessly unsure of what to even do.
“I don’t know how…I…Eddie what do we do? God damn it, Nancy!”
Your movements began to slow before suddenly stopping as your eyes closed and you panted hard like you had just run a marathon. The metalhead quickly hurried to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water before sitting by your side.
“Come on, pretty girl. I need you to drink this. It’s just water, baby, I promise.”, he cooed when you lazily shook your head. Your other demon placed himself behind you, allowing you to lean against him as he helped you sit up. “Good girl, Y/N. Good. Are you ok?”
“That hurt so bad. I don’t…I don’t even know what to compare it to.”, you cried as Eddie dried your tears with his thumb. “Did it work?”
Pausing for a moment, the demon in front of you changed the skin on his hand to that of his own and carefully continued to caress your face.
“Holy shit.”, he breathed. “How does that feel? Does it hurt?”
“No…your skin feels…good.”
“Y-You feel good. Fuck. Steve, you have to feel this. Her skin is so soft. We’ve never felt human skin with our own before.”
Steve hesitates before changing his hand as well and running it along your jaw to your chin.
“Wow.”, he whispers. As his fingers touch your lips, you pucker them out to place a gentle kiss along the tip and a low growl leaves his chest. “Sorry, I just… that felt amazing…”
Their eyes watch you unbutton your pants and push them to the floor along with your panties.
“Y/N, we don’t have to do anything right now. Why don’t you rest and then—”
“Please, Steven.”, you beg in a small voice that has their cocks strain against their own pants. “I need you both now. I need to feel you here.”, you whimper as you guide his hand between your legs.
Licking his lips, he pushes his middle finger between your folds, grunting loudly as you feel his mask falter.
“Edward, baby, she’s so warm.”
Tugging on your legs, Eddie yanks you fully on to your back as they both slide down to your sides and kiss your neck while he guides two of his fingers against your clit applying pressure.
“And wet.”
“Does it feel that much different?”, you inquire as their tongues run along your flesh fully tasting you.
“Yes.”, Eddie answered in a husky tone that had your pussy clenching. “The best way to describe—fuck—to describe it is like fucking someone raw for the first time.”
“It felt phenomenal before but raw, honey…we can feel everything…and now so will you.”
Traveling between your legs, they lifted them open as wide as they could as both demons fell into your cunt. Steve’s tongue devoured your entrance as Eddie wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves causing you to arch your back as you tried not to scream in pleasure. Their demon mouths clouded your senses as the room spun. Your fingers reached down to play with their hair as you mewled watching them occasionally stop to passionately kiss each other.
“Change.”, you panted as they ramped you up towards your climax. “Be—mmm—be yourselves.”
They didn’t pause or hesitate this time as red light filled the room and they shifted into their true form. It was a different type of bliss to feel their real hands tightly grasp your thighs or their own skin from their chin or nose graze along your sex. To you it just felt like any other man’s skin instead of the sandpaper esc sharp it was before. Because they could touch you so freely they were no longer holding back and you were already feeling overwhelmed with their fingers and tongues. You could only imagine the euphoric feeling of their cocks inside you.
Your legs shook as you came and you watched them with blurry eyes as Eddie thrust his fingers inside of you elongating your high as both demon’s lips mingled together.
Steve panted as he climbed up your body and fell on top of you as he grinded his groin against your heat soaking his pants in your slick.
“Are you still ok?”, he asks, his forehead pressed against yours.
“More.”, you beg. “Please. More.”
The bed bounces as he jumps back and tears off his pants while Eddie helps you remove your shirt exposing your naked body before them. Leaning over you, his palms roam your tummy up to your tits, groaning as he kneads them while his thumb plays with your nipple.
You know this is new for them but every little move they make along your skin and frame drives you wild making your need for them amplify.
“Demon way.” They both freeze in place as their eyes find your glassy ones. “Please.”
“No. I think… that would be too much for you in this state.”, Steve sighed, not even believing his own words.
“You’re in demon form. True form. I want it YOUR way. I NEED it!”, you whine. You’re not sure if it was the pain of the potion or the potion itself making you feel something you had never felt before but it pushed you into a headspace you hadn’t entered in your entire life.
When they fucked you the demon way before they said they like the idea of predator and prey; they liked making you theirs. Right now, you felt small in a good, needy way. You felt innocent and naïve, needing them to take care of you and claim you properly; as themselves.
You felt like you could finally relinquish all your control.
Eddie’s hand came from the side and you mewled in pleasure as his fingers wrapped around your neck.
“What you need to do is listen, little girl. We don’t want to hurt you. You may be stronger but you’re still human.”
“How will you know what hurts me if you don’t try.”
His partner glances his way with a smirk as Steve lifts your leg over his shoulder and gradually begins guiding his cock into your entrance. His jaw falls open as your back curves up, your hands reaching out to grip Eddie’s wrist that was still around your throat.
“How does she feel, Steven?” The demon doesn’t respond verbally, his palms taking hold of your hips to ground himself as he tries to start off slow. “I asked you something, sweetheart.”
When Eddie released you to grab Steve’s chin, the demon’s eyes opened glowing a bright red that didn’t faze the metalhead at all.
“Get rid of the attitude, little boy, and answer my fucking question. How does she feel?”
“Good.”, he growled lower than you had ever heard before. “Can’t…”
“Can’t what? Focus on anything other than our girl? Well go ahead. Give her what she’s asking for.”
Using your leg as leverage, Steve slammed his hips into yours causing you and the bed to jostle forward.
“Fuck! Yes, Steven. Just like that!”
In a haze of bliss, you watched his face scrunch together as he pounded into you, his cock reaching that spot inside you that had you a moaning mess.
“What about you, pretty girl? How does he feel?”
“So good…I can feel—mmm—him everywhere.”
Eddie groaned as he roughly kisses your lips and you relished in his taste.
Shoving his partner aside, Steve pulls out and effortlessly flips you on to your stomach, pressing your legs together as he slides back in. He doesn’t hold back as his hips thrust aggressively into yours, not caring that the headboard was banging loudly against the wall or that the pillow underneath you was barely muffling your screams that echoed through the room.
Falling flat against your back, your jaw opens in a silent moan as he ruts into you, wrapping his arms around your front, and placing his palm on one of your breasts.
“Fuck, baby. I’ve never felt anything like this before. You were perfect before but this… Always fucking surprising us.”, Steve grunts in your ear. “Your pussy is fucking tight and warm. I’m gonna—fuck—fill you up so Eddie can watch my cum spill out of this perfect pussy before he fucks her to.”
“Please.”
“That’s right, honey. Beg me.”
“Please, make me cum. I need to feel your cum inside of me, Steven. Oh my…”
As you spoke, he picked up his rhythm, abusing your walls and g-spot with every pump till you felt the rope snap in your belly and you screamed his name as your climax washed over you.
“That’s a good girl. Good…fucking…girl.” Between each word, he slammed into you till he shudders and releases his seed into your body.
As he collapsed on to you, you tilted your head as much as you could and were happily met with his lips as he tenderly kissed them before rolling to the side. Eddie suddenly flips you over with ease and grins when you jump as his fingers run between your sensitive pussy lips.
“Oh yeah. I can feel how good this pussy made him feel. Big boy fucking emptied into you all the way, didn’t he?” Removing his hand, he runs it along your leg, lifting it into the air as he hooks his elbow to the back of your knee and places his other firmly on your tit, pinching your nipple between his thumb and index. “Are you ready for me, baby?”
“Please.”
As he carefully slides himself into your sex, his forehead leans on to yours as his eyes squeeze shut and you watch him lick his lips before swallowing down a deep, breathy moan.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”, he whispers. “Steven was right. Y-You feel so…”, Eddie trailed off as he began thrusting steadily into you.
“Edward, please.”
Growling at the sound of his name falling from your lips, his fingers came down to rub fast circles into your clit as he punched his cock deeper into your cunt.
“H-Harder.”
“You want it harder, princess? Like this?”
Once again the bed shook roughly beneath you but you wanted more. You wanted to absorb everything that was them into you. Now, in this moment, since you could finally feel them with all of your senses as themselves, you knew you would do anything to make it like this forever.
“Harder!”
You whine at the loss of contact as he pulls himself out of you but it doesn’t last long as he climbs fully on top of you and pins your wrists to the mattress above your head before entering your core again.
“How’s this, pretty girl? Fuck! We’re going to break the bed tonight, little one.”
Your eyes fluttered closed as Steve reached over to grip your throat and placed tender kisses along Eddie’s arms and shoulders.
Tears flooded your eyes as the ball dropped and you came hard around him.
“Yes, baby! Good girl fucking soaking my dick.” His head fell between the nook of your neck and shoulder as he chased his high. After a few more rough thrusts, he warmed your insides as he filled you up.
Not willing to wait, Steve pushed Eddie back just enough for his cock to fall from your hole and leaned below the demon’s waist to envelope him with his mouth.
“Fuck.”, the metalhead hisses through his teeth as he winds his fingers through the demon’s hair. “Greedy boy. Wanted to taste her some more? Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re not even close to being done.”
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The sun briefly blinds your eyes as it peaks through the now slanted curtain on the window. After blinking out the sleep, you take a quick glance around the room smiling to yourself at the chaos you three inflected. The frame of the bed broke sometime after your fifth orgasm while they were both inside of you and the mattress itself migrated to the center of the room where you guys finally fell asleep. Both the side tables on either side of the bed had been knocked over due to both of your demon’s not paying attention as their arms reached out to maneuver you and themselves around the room.
Your suitcases and clothes were spread around after falling from their designated areas as Eddie lifted Steve into his arms and made love to him against the wall while you watched from your blissed out spot on the floor.
As you rested your head against the pillow, your grin grew when you saw both of them still in their demon forms fast asleep with Eddie’s head resting on Steve’s chest. Scooting closer to them, your fingers reached out to tenderly caress their faces.
You couldn’t help but imagine many moments like this for them when they were trapped; them clinging to each other desperately physically and emotionally. It made your heart break at the thought but you were glad they had each other.
Eddie’s eyes opened first, meeting yours with a small smile.
“Hey princess. You okay?”
“Yeah, baby, I’m fine. Better than.”
As you answer, your thumb traces his lips up to his cheek and he turns his head into the feeling with a pleasant sigh.
“What does it feel like for you? Me being able to touch your skin?”
“It’s hard to put into words. As you know our kind don’t get to feel humans like this without the façade so it’s kind of like we had been touching with safety gloves. To actually feel your skin and not just any humans but yours, so soft and incredibly warm…it’s like—”
“Pure. Literal perfection.”, Steve cut in opening his eyes and turning towards you. “Hey.”
“Hi.”, you smile as you move your hand to his own face, grazing your fingertips along his horns.
“Hmm that to. Demons in our realm don’t touch the things you touch like these. To feel that feels indescribable.”
“Really? I mean, these are all apart of you. I want to feel everything that is you.”
“What does it feel like for you?”, Eddie asked.
“It feels…almost human. Your skin doesn’t feel jagged like it used to but it almost like someone sanded down the edges you know? Everything else on you tastes like electricity.” You can’t help but blush as they chuckle. “What I mean is like your tongue, your lips, body…just make me feel alive. You guys have always made me see stars when you make love to me but last night…I don’t know. It was like a drug. I didn’t want to stop or let you go. I love you both so much.”
“Well, I guess that answers that then.”, the long-haired demon teases. “We’re going to go get more of this potion.”
The ever present protector of the group exhales as he reaches above him for the information Jonathan gave them before they left.
“At least we aren’t going somewhere super dangerous this time but I’m a little nervous about what we’ll need to do to get this.”
“Maybe we can find out some more information to prepare. We have time right? It’s not something we need right now.”
“Jonathan said it gave me six more months but he didn’t say how long me being able to touch you guys would last.”
They both laugh as Steve yanks you closer to his side.
“I’m assume that means you enjoyed last night and want to do it again as soon as possible?”
Tilting your head, you tenderly kiss his lips before doing the same with Eddie.
“I’d like to do it for the rest of our lives if we can.”
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and we can have forever
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: And in that moment, you swear to yourself that nothing will happen to the beautiful boy holding your hand. He will live a long and happy life, full of music and laughter and make-believe adventures. Eddie will not die for the simple fact that you will not allow him to.
In which you save Eddie Munson through the power of love and incredible violence.
rating: 16+ (violence, language)
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You are well aware of the fact that your boyfriend is not the most careful guy around. You know about the drugs, which you admittedly sometimes partake in, and the pranks he loves to pull on the Hawkins High sports teams, which you proudly partake in. Some girls might disapprove of their boyfriend’s recklessness, but you can’t bring yourself to, because it’s just a part of him. Eddie Munson wouldn’t be Eddie Munson without a little danger for him to thrill in.
Keyword being a little.
These past weeks have been excruciating—running and hiding and fighting with this unlikely group of warriors in order to save your boyfriend, yourself, and the rest of this town. This town that just so happens to want Eddie dead. When you’d first heard the news, seen Eddie’s picture with horrible words like wanted and murderer splashed across the television screen like a scarlet letter A, your heart had nearly fallen out of your chest. You hadn’t believed it, of course, not even for a second—but you were well aware that this meant life would never be the same for either of you.
You’ve thought about just saying fuck it and taking off, of taking him by the hand and getting the hell out of Hawkins. But it’s never more than a passing, guilty thought, because you know that Eddie would never agree. He would never leave his Hellfire friends, especially the little ones; you may only be twenty, but fourteen seems like barely more than a toddler to you. And while Mike may be safe thousands of miles away, Dustin and Lucas are right in the middle of it all just like the rest of you.
You’re not as familiar with Nancy or Steve, since you’ve never really run with the popular crowd—you’ve always been a bit too atypical, had a little too much bite, to truly fit in. It’s why you and Eddie clicked so well. You do know Robin, thanks to the year you spent in band before growing fed up with the idiot of a director and quitting, deciding that Hellfire was the only activity you really cared about. So yes, she’s a friend, but you’re not that close. In all of this, Eddie is the only one who you know, and who knows you.
Which means you’re the only one who is aware of the fact that Eddie will not run away forever. There is always a point where he will find the determination to stand his ground.
If you call him brave he’ll laugh it off, make a self-deprecating joke about how he talks a big game but all that grandeur is just necessary to be a good dungeon master, that outside of Hellfire he’s not half as fearless as you. But that doesn’t fool you. People who don’t know him, really know him, might use words like careless or foolish, but the fact of the matter is this: Eddie is brave whether he knows it or not.
And now that part of him doesn’t endear you—it terrifies you. Because not only is he brave, he is also kind, and you fear this will be his undoing. He might claim to be all about self-preservation, but if it came down to it, you’re sure he would put his life on the line for those kids. For you. He won’t abandon this town, even though it’s abandoned him.
It’s more than you can bear.
So here you are, crouched in a mobile home outside the War Zone, all too aware that this may be your last moment alone with him until this hell is over and trying not to scream and cry like a child at the unfairness of it all. You distract yourself by counting the discolored spots on the ceiling that most likely resulted from heavy storms causing leaks. There are quite a lot of them. Eddie is sitting across from you, humming to himself. He does this often, but what betrays his anxiety is the way he falls out of tune every few notes. He is a musician, and a damn good one—he doesn’t falter on notes.
You want to say something. You want to hold him close and hide him away from all this bullshit. But you can’t, so you nudge him with your foot. “Hey. You okay?”
It’s a stupid question. No one is okay anymore. But you ask anyway.
The humming stops. “Yeah, yeah.” He nods at you, smiling. Then the smile fades and he glances away. ��No.”
At least he’s being honest. “Well,” you sigh. “Me neither.”
Silence settles over the trailer. You shuffle a bit closer to him, which seems to prompt him to speak again. What he says makes you wish he hadn’t.
“Baby,” he begins. “If this… I mean, you know anything could happen out there. Not saying it will! But this isn’t like our campaign. We don’t get to walk away from this. And if I… If I’m not able to—”
Your whole body goes cold. “No.” You cut him off. “Don’t you dare say it.”
Eddie should never look as mournful as he does right now. “Princess, please, just listen.”
“No!” You slam your fist against the carpeted floor. “Don’t try to say goodbye as if we’re guaranteed to die. No one’s going to die.”
He wraps his arms around his knees, narrowing his eyes at you. “People already have.”
“You know what I mean,” you retort, but you feel chastened anyway. You didn’t mean to make it sound like you don’t care about Chrissy or the other victims, but the truth is, you didn’t know them like you know Eddie. Their deaths were sad, yes, and you wish they hadn’t happened, but you weren’t exactly mad with grief. Not the way you would be if Eddie died. Even just thinking of it sends a lightning bolt of pain through you.
“I’ve never been a hero,” he says. “Maybe… maybe this is my chance to prove myself. To make it up to Chrissy for running away.”
“Fuck being a hero,” you snarl. “Fuck being a sacrifice. So what if people say running makes you a coward? You know what I say? I say running has kept you alive. And there is no shame in living, Eddie.”
The stricken expression on his face almost makes you want to take it back, or at least say it a bit less callously. Almost.
You can’t imagine the guilt he’s feeling over seeing Chrissy die, because though you know it’s not his fault, he can’t seem to believe that himself. And you’re not jealous of a dead girl, because that would be all kinds of fucked up, but you are resentful of the fact that it had to be him she went to, that he was dragged into a world full of monsters.
You understand that he’s hurting, that he feels he has to atone. But understanding doesn’t mean you’ll back down.
“You don’t have to be a hero,” you murmur. “I don’t need you to be a hero. I just need you.”
You know very well that there’s a good chance not all of you will make it through. Hopefully, that won’t be the case, and these crazy kids will actually be able to pull this off. But if worst comes to worst, if you can only save one person at the end of all of this mess, you’d choose him. Every time. Maybe that makes you a selfish person. Maybe even a terrible person. You really don’t care.
‘I love you,” you continue. “There aren’t a lot of people that I love. So let’s not make that number even smaller, okay?” You feel a tear making its way down your cheek—funny, you didn’t even realize you were crying. “Don’t break my heart, Eddie.”
That seems to hit home. “I would never,” he protests, eyes wide. “I’d never break your heart.”
“You not being here would break it,” you say. It would break you, period, but you manage to keep that to yourself. You’ve made your point clear enough, or at least you hope you have.
You lean forward to kiss him, entwining the fingers of your left hand with his and placing your other against his cheek. His curly hair tickles your face. His skin is warm compared to your own, and you resist the urge to slide your hand down to his neck, to press against his pulse just to reassure yourself he’s here. He’s not going anywhere.
It’s chaste compared to how you usually kiss, but you have had so little gentleness recently that you cherish it. His lips are full and slightly chapped, and you can feel how he smiles against your own. He always smiles when you kiss him.
Finally you pull away, opening your eyes to meet his chocolate brown ones.
“You will not die,” you say fiercely. “If you die I will never forgive you, Eddie Munson.”
He presses his forehead against yours. “Well,” he says quietly, “I guess I better try my best to stay alive.”
And in that moment, you swear to yourself that nothing will happen to the beautiful boy holding your hand. He will live a long and happy life, full of music and laughter and make-believe adventures. Eddie will not die for the simple fact that you will not allow him to.
At least you won’t be alone in this effort. The others will take out Vecna/Henry/One, you and Eddie and Dustin will distract the demobats but then haul ass back to safety, and in the end you’ll all escape the Upside Down safe as can be, and the nightmare will be over.
Everything will go according to plan.
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Everything does not go according to plan.
If the swarm of bats before seemed big, this is unfathomable. You and the boys are cowering inside the trailer, makeshift weapons seeming so useless now against the horde just outside.
Screw being the diversion for any longer, you decide. You’ve done what you were supposed to. It’s time to go.
“We need to get out of here NOW,” you snap. One of your arms is thrust out to the side in front of Dustin, shielding him as if your weak flesh will be any defense against the creatures struggling to get in. The other is tugging desperately at Eddie’s jacket, trying to get him to turn around, to run for safety.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take much convincing. The hellish shriek of a bat as it slams itself against the flimsy door of the trailer sends all of you running for the makeshift rope that connects you to the real Hawkins.
Dustin goes up first, of course—Eddie may be the love of your life, but you couldn’t bear anything to happen to that sweet kid either. You’re next, though reluctantly. You’re so scared that Eddie will not listen to you, that he’ll try to pull some heroic bullshit the very moment you aren’t there to pull him back. But there’s no time to argue, and you haul yourself up the rope as the demobats screech and claw at the door.
You can’t help the small shriek that leaves you as you tumble onto the mattress—going from climbing to falling in the blink of an eye is an unnerving experience every time. You stand up quickly so that Eddie can jump through.
But he doesn’t.
You can see directly through the portal into the corrupted version of your world, where Eddie has one hand on the rope and the other holding tightly to his weapon. He’s looking up at you with those big brown eyes, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, a million unreadable emotions flickering across his face.
And he isn’t moving.
“Eddie, come on!” You shout. Dustin is next to you, screaming similar words, but you barely hear him. You’re locked onto your boyfriend as he glances between you and the bats that, from the sound of it, have nearly gotten through the door.
A dread more overwhelming than anything you’ve ever felt surges through you. You know him better than anyone. You know exactly what he’s about to do.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” you shout up—or down, or wherever the hell—at him. “You get up here right now!”
He stares up at you, and even from here you can see the tears shimmering in his eyes. “Baby,” he says. “I think this is it.”
“No,” you say. “No, no, no, baby, please, no. Please, come on. Come with me.”
Now his tears have spilled over, trailing down his face the same way yours are. “I have to do this.” His voice cracks and your heart cracks with it. “I’m going to be the hero for you. All of you.”
“Fuck heroes!” Your voice rises to a shriek. “Fuck that! Just live!”
“I can’t.” It’s almost too quiet for you to hear. “I can’t live if I’m always running away.”
You’re fully sobbing now, hands flying up to tug at your hair as you beg him to come back to you. “Eddie Munson, if you don’t get up here right now, I will never speak to you again.”
“I love you,” he whispers. “I’m sorry.”
Then he looks away from you and towards his doom.
“No more running,” he says.
Eddie cuts the rope.
“NOOOOOOOOO!”
The scream tears itself out of your throat with a fear and fury you did not know you possessed. You nearly rip out a chunk of your hair in your panic, fingers curling against your scalp, nails drawing blood, as you cry and beg him to come back, even as he disappears from view. You can hear the trailer door slam open as he runs out, as he decides to be the sacrifice you hoped he’d never be.
You look around the room desperately for something, anything that can get you back through. You feel dizzy from betrayal and fear, stumbling as the room begins to spin.
He told you he’d stay alive. He promised he wouldn’t try to be a hero.
Why? Why would he do this? Why, when you had told him that you needed him safe and alive and with you?
Dustin shouting your name is what snaps you back into clarity. He’s dragging a chair towards you, and once you see that he’s trying to position it below the portal you nearly tackle him in your effort to keep him from following in Eddie’s footsteps.
He tries to push past you. “We gotta go get him!”
“Listen to me, Dustin!” You grab him by the shoulders, forcing him to be still and hear what you’re saying.
“You stay here.” Your voice is rough, vocal cords strained from all your screaming. “I’m going to bring him back. I promise.”
“But I can help!” Dustin’s eyes are watery and it nearly makes you break down again, but you steel yourself and shake your head.
“I am not losing either of you tonight,” you say. “I refuse. Please, stay here.”
You don’t give him an opportunity to protest. Instead you turn and take a running leap towards the chair. You plant one foot on the seat and boost yourself upwards.
Your torso slams painfully against the side of the trailer ceiling, or whatever is left of it, twisted to facilitate this jagged tear in reality. You grit your teeth and dig your fingers into the floor slash ceiling slash whatever, muscles straining as you claw your way back into hell.
You can hear Dustin calling your name, but it’s background noise to the blood rushing in your ears. Your breath comes in gasps as you finally pull yourself into the Upside Down, but that is quickly put to an end when you fall to the floor and all the wind is knocked out of you. You feel something in your left side snap and if there were any air left in your lungs you would have screamed. Your mouth opens and closes like a gaping fish as you desperately try to pull in air. Every moment you stay here, the further away Eddie gets.
Every muscle in your body protests as you struggle to your feet, and your side sends another stab of pain that forces a choked, animalistic sound out of you. You clutch at what you hope to god isn’t a broken rib as you pick up your abandoned spear and stumble out of the trailer.
At first, your legs refuse to move any faster than a slow limp. But in the distance you can hear Eddie shouting, and a surge of fear hits you like a train. It’s strong enough that you feel like a woman possessed as you begin to run, then sprint, despite the fact that it should be impossible for your wounded body to move like this. But you do, because what’s more impossible is the idea of a world without Eddie Munson in it.
It seems like it takes forever to reach the whirling, leviathan mass of screeching bats. The sound and sight of them as they circle around what can only be your boyfriend is worse than any horror movie you’ve ever seen.
You don’t stop to think as you dive into the fray. There is no rationality to anything you’re doing now, only the sheer will to see that Eddie lives through this. You jab and slash at anything that comes near you, voice rising in a war cry as the bats do their very best to rip you apart.
When you reach him, standing right in the middle of this hell, you nearly collapse. He’s alive. More than alive, he’s still on his own two feet, and somehow holding his own. But not for much longer, not if you don’t do something.
“Eddie!” You shout, and when he whirls to face you he nearly drops his shield.
“What are you doing here?” He shouts back, not looking away from you even as he skewers a bat.
You narrowly dodge a vicious bite to the shoulder. “Keeping you alive, you suicidal bastard! Duck!”
He ducks just in time to avoid a whiplike tail wrapping around his neck. The swarm has forced you to huddle close together, side-by-side as you defend yourselves against impossible odds.
There’s no time for words anymore, though you have some very choice ones for this man. That’ll have to wait until after you slaughter all these fucking demons.
Despite your best efforts, a bat is able to bite into your shoulder and you scream, unable to angle your spear at it properly. Eddie is the one to tear it off of you, slamming it to the ground and crushing its head with his foot. Hot blood trickles down your arm. It’s only a few moments later that you have to return the favor, ripping one of the demons from where it has clamped its mouth closed around his lower leg.
If anyone saw you right now, they might mistake you for monsters yourselves. You’re both soaked in obsidian bood and gore, voices rising in cries to match the creatures you’re killing. And maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe sometimes, you have to be the monster to save the ones you love.
Eddie screams your name as a bat manges to wrap its tail around your neck and mouth, yanking your head back painfully. You choke soundlessly as you feel your airway being crushed, and in a moment of pure instinct, you do something disgusting and vicious and necessary.
You bite down.
You sink your teeth into flesh and nearly puke from the taste and stink of rot. But you refuse to let go, clenching your jaw tight as you can as the creature shrieks and claws at you. Right now you are more animal than girl, driven by the raw need to fight, to protect, to live.
The bat rakes deep lines across the side of your face but you do not waver, shaking your head like a dog shakes a rabbit in its jaws. You reach up with your free hand and grab it by the neck. With your teeth still burrowed deep in its tail, you pull as hard as you possibly can, and with the kind of inhuman strength that people only possess in matters of life or death, you tear the bat in half.
“Holy fuck,” you hear from behind you, and you turn around to see Eddie staring at you—not in fear, as one might expect a guy to after seeing his girlfriend bisect a living creature with her bare hands, but in pure adoration. It doesn’t last long though; there is still a battle to be won.
But there are just so many, and the hopelessness of the situation begins to wear the both of you down. You can tell that Eddie is starting to falter, and you can feel your own strikes getting more sluggish, less precise. You’re bleeding, you can barely breathe, you just want this to end, and then—
It stops.
You don’t even realize at first that the bats have stopped shrieking, that they’re falling, not flying. But when you jab at one that’s crawling across the ground and it doesn’t even react, it finally hits you, and you slowly lower your spear.
You stare up in shock and awe as the demobats fall from the sky in droves. Lifeless.
Which means their master is too.
You nearly start laughing, you’re so hysterical with adrenaline and disbelief and joy. They did it. Took a fucking century, but they did it. Oh, bless those glorious people. You’ll never be able to repay them.
Next to you, Eddie has come to the same conclusion. He stares up at the sky, then at you, and it's the utter triumph in his eyes that really makes it sink in.
You’re both bleeding, bruised, and likely have a fracture or two—but still standing. Eddie looks as if he’s about to pass out, but he still manages to give you that familiar snarky grin.
“I think we did it, baby,” he says breathlessly. “I think we saved the world.”
In a split second you’re standing less than a foot in front of him, anger flaring back up at the audacity of him to act as if he hadn’t just done possibly the stupidest thing in the history of mankind.
“Fuck you!” You scream, pounding your fists weakly against his chest. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” But even as you spit curses at him, the anger is dissipating into relief and exhaustion. Your words slur together as you dissolve into helpless tears. Eddie grabs one of your wrists with one hand and pulls your head to his shoulder with the other, burying his face in your hair.
“You left me,” you choke out amid your sobs. “You said you’d do your best to stay alive and then you just had to be a dumbass and play hero and you broke your promise, Eddie Munson, you left me!”
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and though you can’t see his face you can tell he’s crying too. “I’m an idiot, I know, I’m an idiot and you can hate me all you want but God, baby, I’m so glad you’re okay.”
And it is proof of how incredible a person your boyfriend is that even though he was right there too, even though he is just as hurt, he’s only worried about your wellbeing. He has seen all your anger, all your fear, all your viciousness that even you didn’t know you were capable of, and he still treats you like the most precious thing on Earth.
“You’re so lucky you didn’t die,” you sniffle. “Because I would’ve brought you back just to kill you myself.”
Eddie laughs softly, startling you. “Thought you said you were never going to speak to me again.”
“I lied,” you say, voice muffled thanks to the fact that your face is pressed firmly against his jacket. “Obviously.”
“Good,” he says, “because I think I’d just die anyway if you actually meant it.”
“Oh my god, shut up.”
“Gladly,” he says, and kisses you.
If the anger hadn’t all faded before, the kiss washes it away for good. Your hands come up to rest against his cheeks, gently pulling him in closer as his arms wrap around your waist, careful not to hurt your injured side. The time for ferocity is over. When you’re in his arms, you’re at peace.
You have to pull back much sooner than you’d like, because you really are still having a hard time breathing, but you’re not too upset, because now you know there will be time for as many kisses as you want in the future.
“I love you, Eddie Munson,” you say.
He smiles, and you’ve never seen anything more stunning. “I love you, beautiful girl.”
Still cradling his face in your hands, you close your eyes and rest your forehead against his, just as you did in the van.
“You’re alive,” you whisper.
“Yeah,” he murmurs back. “We’re alive.”
And that is enough.
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Flirting with Danger (Robin & Eddie & Steve snippet)
“Hey, Eddie? Why do you flirt with Steve so much?”
Eddie froze. Eddie was always in motion, so it was strange to see him still. Eddie thought he ran, but that wasn’t true. He deflected, he made himself larger than life, turned parts of himself that he was confident about into a target. Unless he was really, really afraid. Then he froze.
Robin understood his other habits. She babbled when she was nervous. She preferred being teased for talking too much or for being a klutz than the other things she was worried people noticed about her.
But Robin had never used outrageously flirting with Steve as a tactic. She’d made fun of him, sure, but it had been hilarious watching The Hair strike out with literally every single girl who’d ever walked into Scoops Ahoy.
What Eddie was doing was different.
Robin forged on, her mouth running ahead of her brain, as usual. “Cause, like, I get it. He’s pretty and all and he makes some really funny faces when you do that. But he doesn’t really reciprocate so I would have stopped by now if I were you, but who knows, I’ve never even been on a date so maybe my problem is that I give in early. Oh my god. Maybe you’re actually doing this right.”
Eddie raised his hands in a wide gesture. “Woah, Buckley, chill. And lower your voice.”
Robin looked around. They were still alone, the only ones in Steve’s living room. But she understood why Eddie was afraid of this conversation being overheard, even if she thought anyone with eyeballs must have realized he was hitting on Steve by now. Except maybe Mike Wheeler, who was blind to just about everything, and Dustin, who was still determined to set Steve up with either Robin or Nancy, and Lucas, who was still distracted with his girlfriend’s recovery.
Okay, maybe not everyone had noticed.
“Sorry,” Robin said. “But come on, you can tell me.”
Eddie looked around again, then leaned in dramatically. “Okay, this is going to sound stupid, but. I don’t know how well you knew Steve a few years ago.”
“Not well. We had Mrs. Click’s class together two years ago, but besides that our paths never really crossed.”
“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Well Steve and I didn’t exactly run in the same circles, but we ran in overlapping ones. I was a junior when he was a sophomore, and then we were seniors together. And I’ve been dealing to the basketball jocks for years, so I saw him around at parties and shit. And he was… very different than he is now.”
“You don’t have to tell me that Steve was an asshole. I know that.” Robin eyed Eddie, confused on what this had to do with all the flirting. Was Eddie just irresistibly into people who did hardcore self-improvement? “He knows that too, by the way.”
“I guess,” Eddie said. “I mean, he seems to. But that kind of evolution? It’s basically unbelievable, right. Like, if I wrote some DnD campaign where someone started out as a villain like that and turned into the hero, no one would buy it.”
Robin was taken aback.
Hold up. This wasn’t lovestruck gushing. The only person allowed to insult Steve like that was Robin. Maybe Dustin on a good day.
“He wasn’t a villain,” Robin said heatedly. “He was an asshole and an idiot, but he was no worse than every other jock who goes to our school and he was a hell of a lot better than a lot of them, even then.”
Eddie’s face turned dark. “You didn’t hear the shit he said.”
No, she hadn’t. She’d overheard sometimes, when he’d called some kid or another a freak or a nerd, but she’d had no reason to hang around Steve back when they’d both been in high school. She was thankful for that sometimes. She knew Steve was different now and that he regretted the things he’d said and done in the past. But it was easier to forgive him when she didn’t know exactly what he was guilty of.
“He can’t have been worse than Billy Hargrove. Or Jason Carver.”
Eddie scoffed. “Yeah, cause being better than Billy Hargrove or the guy who convinced the whole town I was in a satanic cult and then tried to murder me is a real selling point. What a high bar.”
He leaned in closer to her. “He was a bully, Robin. He made life awful for kids like me. Like those kids in there.” He jabbed a finger at the kitchen, where Steve was teaching The Party how to cook. “The nerds, the geeks, the outcasts, the queers. And I guess you and I and those kids are proof that he doesn’t care about the bullshit high school social hierarchy anymore. But there are some things people still hold against you out here in the real world.”
Robin scoffed. “So you’re trying to prove that Steve — Steve who fights monsters from another dimension off with a baseball bat and babysits a bunch of fifteen-year-old nerds — is still the guy you knew?” Robin fought to keep her volume down when she wanted to scream. “Cause Steve is the best person I know. He’s brave and selfless and so fucking kind, like good from the bottom of his soul, and he’s a little vain and a little slow but he isn’t anything worse than that. And fuck you for thinking that kind of thing about my best friend.”
Eddie shook his head slowly. “I’m not denying he’s good to you, Robin. But in this little group, our fucking lives depend on each other. So excuse me for trying to find out if he’s good to people like me.”
Robin only had time to blink before Eddie continued.
“I know flirting with him is insane and maybe a little suicidal. But I just want to know how far I can push him before he snaps. If he’s gonna say some shit or hit someone for acting queer, I’d rather it be me than W- one of those kids. And I’d rather know before I’m trusting him to have my back in a fight against a monster that preys on our fucking fears and traumas.”
Robin stared at Eddie for a long moment. She couldn’t believe that she and Steve had both been wrong. Eddie hadn’t been genuinely flirting with Steve, but he also hadn’t been using Steve as a safe option. Hell, Steve had been so far off it would have been laughable if it wasn’t so sad.
Robin remembered when she’d come out to Steve, stinking of vomit and high out of her mind and just as afraid as she’d been in the secret Russian bunker.
She understood why Eddie was afraid. She probably would have been too, if she didn’t know Steve like she did. If the drugs hadn’t loosened her tongue and allowed her to tell Steve a secret she’d never shared with anyone else.
There was only one thing she could think to do.
“Steve!” Robin called.
A moment later Steve came running through the doorway, a kitchen knife in his hand. He visibly relaxed when he saw that Robin and Eddie were just sitting on the couch and not being attacked by monsters from the Upside Down.
“Robin! How many times have we talked about this? If you just scream for me, I’m going to assume something is trying to eat you.”
Robin snorted. “You say that, but you called me in a panic when you ran out of hairspray before a date and you started with the words ‘Robin, this is an emergency. I need your help.’”
Steve dragged a hand over his mouth. “I- okay, I did. But-“
“Anyway,” Robin cut him off. “I wanted to tell you earlier, but all your little ducklings were crowded around you learning how to use a stove.”
“Tell me what?” Steve asked.
Robin grinned. She pulled a little slip of paper from her pocket and waved it out towards Steve. “Vickie’s digits.”
Steve’s eyebrows shot up in a slightly offensive look of shock. “Holy shit, Robin, you actually managed to get her number?”
He shot a glance at Eddie, probably wondering why Robin was choosing to have this conversation in front of Eddie Munson.
Robin ignored the look and smirked. “Vickie was complaining about how she hasn’t seen a movie in ages, since the mall burned down. I told her that I work at the video store and that my very platonic best friend has a giant tv we could borrow if she wanted the full experience. And that we could make popcorn and eat candy and do all the things teenagers are supposed to do in movie theaters. And she said ‘everything?” all suggestive and I almost died! And I told her everything, so I need to steal your house and I need you not to be in it.”
Steve sputtered. “You totally stole my line. Oh my god. You said you didn’t want my dating advice, and then you stole my exact pickup line! And my house!”
Robin rolled her eyes. “What’s yours is mine, Dingus. Even your cheesy pickup lines.”
Steve grinned, looking proud.
Robin beamed back at him. She loved that she could go to Steve, that he was her biggest cheerleader when it came to her love life. That he had never once, from the moment he had learned she was gay, made her feel strange or freakish or different for liking girls. She’d tested him, maybe, a little. In the beginning. When she’d started with innocuous little comments about Molly Ringwald looking generally pretty in the Breakfast Club or the cute girl at Family Video having a nice smile. Steve hadn’t blinked, which had given her the courage to say more, to comment on actress’s collarbones or chests or thighs, to talk about her crushes growing up, to call dibs on customers and be pleasantly surprised when Steve refused to flirt with the girls Robin had chosen, even if they were hopelessly straight and even if they flirted with him first.
Robin had never trusted anyone the way she trusted Steve, with every part of herself, knowing that there was nothing she could show him that would make him love her less.
Eddie was staring between them, dark eyes wide in shock and disbelief.
“Wait,” Eddie said, waving his arms wildly. He pointed at Robin. “You are a lesbian?”
Robin nodded. “Yep! 100% all into the ladies.”
She knew Eddie was safe. There had been rumors about him being gay for years and she’d just watched him spend the past several weeks flirting with Steve Harrington of all people. He’d all but just told her he was queer. But it was still terrifying. She’d only ever told Steve, and she’d been high on Russian truth serum then.
Robin’s heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. Her hands were trembling.
Steve, bless his head of beautiful hair, realized at that moment that Eddie hadn’t already known about Robin. He walked closer very quickly, putting himself between Robin and Eddie as best as he could while he was standing and they were both sitting on the couch.
It was a sweet gesture, especially from a man who had lost every fight he’d ever been in.
“And you,” Eddie said, swinging to point his finger at Steve, jabbing it into his stomach, “knew about this?”
Robin could only see the side of Steve’s face, but he was watching Eddie with a hard look. “If you have a problem, you and I can take this outside.”
Eddie’s jaw dropped. He looked from Steve, to Robin, then back to Steve.
Steve didn’t move.
“Holy shit,” Eddie said, more to himself than anything.
Steve tensed.
“I don’t have a problem,” Eddie said, leaning back against the couch in an artful slouch. He turned to look at Robin, trying to hide his wide-eyed surprise behind a casual look. “Damn Robin, good for you, finding love in the apocalypse. While the rest of us suffer the woes of portals to hell and the perils of monster attacks, you’ve actually gone and found yourself true love.”
Robin smiled. “Or a movie date. You know. One of the two.”
Steve was looking between the two of them, his brow furrowed in that adorable look of confusion that he got sometimes.
“I don’t understand anything that just happened here,” he said.
Robin snorted. She was about to tell Steve that he should mind his business when Eddie said, still in that fake-casual tone, “I’m gay.”
Steve blinked, his eyebrows raising slightly. He looked taken aback. “Um, yeah.” He glanced at Robin, then back to Eddie. “I know I’m not the sharpest bulb in the box, but I’m really good at reading people. Especially when they’re flirting. Flirting is my specialty. You were really obvious, man.”
Eddie’s dark eyes were wide as he watched Steve.
Steve pushed his hair back nervously. “Was I not supposed to know that?”
Slowly, a grin grew on Eddie’s face. “No, that makes sense. I was just making sure we were on the same page.”
Steve started frowning again. “About…? Oh. Wait. Is this- are you trying to ask me out? Because, I’m flattered dude, but I’m not- I mean. I like girls. A girl. Who doesn’t like me back, but, you know, the heart wants what it wants and all that shit.”
Eddie shot Robin an incredulous look. She gave him a close-lipped smile and a nod.
Yeah, dude. Her best friend was awesome.
“No, Steve,” Eddie said. “I’m not trying to ask you out. The last person I wanted to date got murdered by a super-powered psychopath right in front of me and it was quite traumatizing, so I think I’m taking a break from all that dating-slash-falling-in-love stuff for a while.”
Steve’s face scrunched up as he thought for a long moment. “Patrick?”
Robin snorted, feeling hopelessly fond.
Eddie looked stupefied. “Chrissy, Steve. Remember Chrissy? Who was beautiful and sweet and not actually trying to murder me for starting a cult?”
“But… Chrissy’s a girl?”
“I like both, man,” Eddie said.
“Oh,” Steve said. Then a second later, “That’s a thing?”
Eddie laughed. He had a look in his eye, like he still couldn’t quite believe Steve was taking this so well but he was grateful for every second of it.
“Like Bowie,” Robin tried to explain. “He likes both.”
Eddie snapped his fingers and pointed at Robin. “Exactly. Bowie’s metal as fuck.”
Steve looked like he was about to say something when Dustin’s voice came from the kitchen “Steve! Come tell Mike he’s doing it wrong!”
“I’m not doing it wrong! The pasta’s supposed to look like that.”
“No pasta is ever supposed to look like that,” Erica’s voice sounded loudly over the rest. “What? Just the facts!”
“My mom’s pasta looks like that.” That was Will.
Then Dustin again. “Thanks for proving my point, dude. Steve!”
Steve was smiling softly as the kids all roared for his approval.
“Go help your kids, Dingus,” Robin said. “And know that I’m not eating anything made by Mike or Dustin.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said. “I’ll make you something else. Eddie?”
Eddie grinned. “Nah man, I’m with you. It’s our job to eat whatever the little shits made and pretend it’s good, right?”
Steve grimaced. “Yeah.”
He left, muttering about being the goddamn babysitter under his breath.
Robin turned to Eddie, eyebrows up, expectant.
“Alright, fine! I believe I owe the Lady my apologies,” Eddie said. “I didn’t mean to malign your best friend’s honor and besmirch his good name.”
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