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max wake up, i don’t like this
#when you’re in the hospitals and your moms read your fave comics to you#nancy blaming herself when she finds out about max#‘i wasn’t there when she needed me’#robin comforting nancy but slowly losing hope#nancy brushing max’s hair and doing her nails#robin rambling about all the movies they’ll watch when max wakes up#robin always saying ‘how are my girls?’ when she brings lunch during visiting hours#and they’re both there when she wakes up#ronance#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#max mayfield#stranger things
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dark waters - steve harrington x reader
WARNING: Spoilers for episodes 4 and 6.
Plot: When Steve gets pulled under the water, Y/N gets pulled in with him. || Requested by @albeeox
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of being deep underwater for a long time, the possibility for things to grab you without noticing, and running out of oxygen/drowning. If you have aquaphobia, thalassophobia, or any other water/drowning related fear, then this is NOT the fic for you! Also mentions of passing out and almost dying. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know.
Notes: Aside from the addition of reader, I changed things/dialogue around a little mostly cause I was too busy freaking out about Steve as I watched the episode to remember it all, lmao.
Once again, not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.
“Dustin said the gate’s likely down there.” Robin announces. Steve gets up, starting to take his top off before the group even says anything else.
“Steve! What the fuck are you doing?!” Y/N gasps, trying to stand up and stop Steve as the boat rocks. Typical Steve, trying to charge into things before thinking about it. It’s brave of him, she won’t deny that...but she also won’t deny that it’s a pretty dumb idea sometimes. Sighing, Steve turns back to her, his bare chest on full display. Y/N tries her best to keep her eyes on Steve’s face, but still can’t help herself from sneaking a peek. After all, Steve is her boyfriend.
“I was a lifeguard and a swimmer, remember? If anyone should check this out, it should be me.” Worry fills Y/N’s body then. No. They almost lost Max. What if they lose Steve too? Noticing the worry on her face, Steve sighs. “I’ll be back soon, alright? I promise. I’ll be okay.” He whispers, squeezing her hand. Y/N can tell from Steve’s eyes he’s not even sure that’s true. Because that’s what their life is now. Fighting supernatural monsters and hoping they make it back safely. This time is no different. Before Y/N can say anything else, Steve bends down, softly kissing her lips. Y/N’s eyes widen. Steve’s hands wrap around her shoulders, and he pulls her close as Y/N kisses him back, savouring it as if it’s the last time she’ll ever kiss him.
Because deep down, Y/N knows this could be the last time she ever sees Steve. And that thought scares her more than anything. Even more than this creep Vecna.
Despite how cold Steve’s shirtless body is, she can still feel an inner warmth radiating from him as he holds her close. And even though she still thinks he’s being kind of stupid by going to find the gate by himself, that’s what Steve Harrington is. He’s warm, he’s brave, and he’s going to help save the world once again. Steve’s warm embrace makes Y/N feel more comfortable, and her anxieties start to fade away, if only a little. Sometimes, Y/N swears she could stay in Steve’s embrace forever, safe from the weight of the world and the monsters trying to destroy it. When Steve pulls apart from her, Y/N comes crashing back down to earth, and she realises that she can’t stay there forever. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Steve presses a kiss to her forehead and jumps off the boat into the dark waters below. Hopefully, he’s right.
A silence falls on the others in the boat as Y/N peers down into the water, trying to see if she can somehow spot Steve in the water below. Her leg bounces anxiously as her eyes scan the water, trying to spot either Steve, or the glow of the gate. She can’t see anything, and her anxiety continues to grow.
“He’s gonna be alright Y/N.” Nancy reassures her, and Y/N can hear Robin and Eddie agreeing with her. Nancy wraps an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. As she glances over at her, Y/N can see the fear on Nancy’s face. Even though they broke up, Y/N knows that Nancy still has a lot of love in her heart for Steve. And although Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t worried about Steve going back to Nancy, she can’t blame Nancy for feeling that way. You never forget your first love.
“Yeah! I hardly know him, but he seems really brave. Stupid, but brave…shit sorry, that’s not helping, is it?” Eddie hisses. Y/N turns to Eddie, giving him a smile. Even if Eddie doesn’t think he’s helping, she still appreciates the support. The group stays huddled together on the boat, waiting for Steve to return. Suddenly, the water around the boat ripples, and Steve’s head pops up. Y/N breathes an enormous sigh of relief.
He’s back, and he’s safe. They’re going to be okay.
“We were right! T-There’s a gate, and-” Steve’s cut off as he disappears under the water again.
“Steve!” Y/N gasps. Almost immediately, his head pops back up.
“There’s something here! It’s got my leg, it’s-” He disappears again. When his head reappears, Y/N springs forward, reaching out for Steve before he can disappear again, despite the pleas of everyone else. To Y/N, they all sound like background noise. All she cares about is keeping Steve safe, just like keeps her safe every day. Y/N grabs Steve’s hand, trying with all her might to pull him out of the water and back onto the boat. Y/N braces her feet, trying to stand as strong and sturdy as a rock. However, whatever has Steve is stronger than them both, and it starts pulling them both back towards the water. Despite her efforts not to, Y/N’s feet start to move.
“Shit!” She hisses.
“Guys, come on! Help her pull!” Robin yells. But whatever’s got Steve is too fast. It pulls Steve back under, too quickly for Y/N to let go. And so, Y/N’s pulled off the boat too. She takes a deep breath, holding it as she disappears under the water with Steve, trying to give them both the best chance for survival. In the chaos and yelling voices, she recognises Steve reaching out for her, wrapping his arms around her body. He’s keeping her safe, even now.
As their bodies sink rapidly, Steve and Y/N hold onto each other, each gripping the others body like they’re a lifeline. Y/N tries her best to keep her grip on Steve, despite him being pulled down quicker than she can handle. Kicking her legs, she pulls Steve back to safety as hard as she can. As she strains, she feels Steve slipping from her grasp more and more. Reaching out into the darkness, she grabs Steve’s hand once more, continuing to try and pull them both back to the surface. Y/N can sense the creature, or whatever’s holding Steve, is getting angry, as its pulls grow stronger, yanking both her and Steve deeper and deeper into the lake.
The water grows darker the more they sink, and soon Y/N is straining to see most of her arms and legs, let alone Steve. Even though her eyes are burning and she can barely see, she holds onto the one constant she has: Steve’s hand. She pulls and strains with all her might against whatever is holding onto him, trying her best to save the boy who’s saved her too many times to count. Her legs kick furiously, and Y/N pulls so hard that she doesn’t even care that her arms are aching, or that she’s getting increasingly more tired. If her uncomfortableness and pain will save Steve, then she just has to deal with it.
But despite Y/N’s efforts, the thing still holding Steve is too strong for her, and he starts to slip out of her grasp once more. Y/N tries her best to hold on tight, but she can’t. With one last pull by the thing holding Steve, she loses her grasp on his hand, and he disappears into the depths below.
“Steve!” she screams, her voice coming out as silent bubbles as the last of her saved breath is released. Y/N’s throat burns as she screams and as the lake water rushes into her mouth. Y/N doesn’t care about that, though. Her mind races.
She let him go.
That thing could have taken Steve anywhere, and it’s all her fault.
Because she let him go.
What if he dies? What if she never sees him again?
No. That can’t happen, and she won’t let it happen. Overrun with guilt and a desire to save her boyfriend, Y/N starts to swim in the direction that Steve went.
Her legs kick rapidly as she pushes herself through the water, using up the last of her adrenaline and swimming the fastest she ever has in her life. Y/N can feel her legs and arms burning, but she doesn’t care. Steve is the most important person in her life, and she’ll find him, even if she dies trying. As Y/N continues to swim, the water gets darker. With it, her anxiety grows. If something was to reach out and grab her just like it did with Steve, she wouldn’t notice. Despite this, she soldiers on, even though she knows that her body and mind just want to go to sleep, and that soon she’ll run out of time. Things brush against her arms and legs, things she can’t identify. It’s scary, but her love for Steve overrides everything. Y/N can feel herself getting more tired, and her lack of oxygen is catching up to her, but she still keeps swimming…although her pace is starting to waver, and she can see dark spots in her vision. Ones that she knows aren’t because of the darkness of the water. By the time she sees the familiar red glow of a gate emanating from the bottom of the lake, Y/N is exhausted. With one last push, she swims towards it.
And then something grabs her leg, wrapping around it tightly. This must’ve been what grabbed Steve. Y/N tries to untangle her leg, but she’s too weak. Just as she grabs whatever has her leg, another wraps around her arm, and then another wraps round her other leg. She tries to swim away, hoping the force pulls her away from whatever this thing is, but she’s too tired, and whatever’s holding her is too strong. In all honesty, by this point Y/N's ready to go to sleep for a while.
“I’m sorry Steve.” She whispers. And then, Y/N’s eyes drift shut, and her body is pulled into the gate.
“Y/N, have you ever thought about getting outta here?” Steve asks. Y/N frowns.
“Out of work?” Steve laughs, the same laugh she’s heard so many times ever since she and Steve started dating. The same laugh that Y/N swears she falls in love with every time she hears it.
“I mean out of Hawkins.” Steve answers. Y/N sighs.
“Honestly, I’d love to leave this place when everything is over. I just don’t know if it will ever be over.” She sighs. Steve wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her back close to him. He presses a kiss to her temple, and Y/N can’t help a smile from crossing her lips.
“Y/N. I don’t know when, but this nightmare will end. We’ll get as far away from this place as possible. Maybe a road trip to California or Florida. Somewhere warm, where we can start fresh and spend almost everyday on the beach. We’ll have our own place, right on the beach, and you’ll wake up to this handsome face every day too.” He teases. “Sounds good, right?”
“Mmm…that sounds great. Like a dream come true.” Y/N murmurs. Steve spins her around, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
“In that case, I promise I’ll make it happen for us Y/N.” He smiles.
Y/N knows she’s dreaming. She had that conversation with Steve months ago, even before Vecna showed up. But now, she wonders if her mind is just showing her the happy times before she slips away forever. The life they could’ve lived. The life that they should’ve had. And she didn’t even get to say goodbye to Steve properly.
Yet, as the dream fades, Y/N recognises other noises. “Y/N! Y/N! Please, wake up.” The same voice begs. Only this time, she recognises it. Steve. He’s alive. She’s alive.
Her eyes flutter open, and she sees Steve peering down at her. Once Steve realises she’s awake, a huge grin takes over his face, and he wipes his eyes. “Oh, thank god!” He exclaims..
“Steve…w-where are we?” Y/N murmurs. Steve quickly pulls her into his arms, squeezing her tightly.
“Wait, not so fast! She’s been out for a while, and you’re still hurt, Steve!” Robin calls, but Steve ignores her, continuing to hold onto Y/N. His body shakes, and Y/N can tell he’s crying softly.
“Robin? What are you doing…w-wait, you’re hurt?” Y/N asks, her voice still a weak murmur as she tries to come to terms with what happened.
“We’re in the upside down.” Steve explains. “Don’t worry about me. It’s nothing.” He shrugs. “The tentacle things brought us both here, and they tried attacking us while you were out. I got hurt a few times, but the others helped.” He gestures around the group, and Y/N sees Robin, Nancy and Eddie staring back at her, all looking just as relieved as Steve.
“Y/N, he fucking bit into a bat that was trying to kill you. It was so metal. Very Ozzy.” Eddie gushes.
“Very what?” Steve frowns, and Y/N can’t stop herself from giggling, although it makes her cough a little. “Hey, hey. Don’t strain yourself, alright? Don’t want you getting hurt.” Steve soothes, tightening his grip on her.
“It was metal what you did too, Y/N, don’t get me wrong!” Eddie grins. “You grabbed Steve and tried to pull him back onto the boat with no hesitation, even though that monster was trying to pull you both under.”
“Well, it sure did that.” Y/N scoffs, and Steve chuckles.
“Forgive me for sounding cheesy, but what you two did for each other? That’s true love material right there.” Eddie continues. Y/N and Steve look back at each other, smiling.
“I guess it is, huh?” Steve chuckles. His eyes are full of tears, gratitude…and love. He presses a kiss to Y/N’s lips once more. “I love you so much.” He whispers. “I’m never letting you go, and I’ll never let anything hurt you ever again.”
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Ending Our Friendship
(Stranger Things AU)
Prom photos are posted at the end of the story!
WARNINGS AND TRIGGERS: 18+ ONLY (ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS) NSFW... Mature sexual content, suggestive situations and discussions, smut, pining, angst, fluff, swearing, smoking, drinking, mentions of drug use.
RELATIONSHIPS: Eddie Munson x Y/n ♡ friends to lovers; Gareth, Jeff, Doug, Dustin, Mike, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Max, Lucas, and El are side characters.
Copying, translating, or posting my work as your own is expressly forbidden. I do not give my permission. Reports with credit to me are encouraged.
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What can I say about Eddie Munson? Well... he's eccentric, erratic, rambunctious, sarcastic, definitely an attention whore... irritable, obnoxious, unruly... long story short, he's kind of a dick. A menace to society whose name, behavior, interests, and all-around heavy metal image have earned him the reputation of 'Town Freak'. But it's an erroneous label born out of prejudice and arrogance, and one he most certainly doesn't deserve.
I'm not exactly a favorite among my peers either. My thrifty style, music taste, and shy demeanor make me an easy target for the ignorant fucks who dominate the high school hierarchy, and so does my association with The Hellfire Club. And since Eddie's a close friend of mine, I'm empathetic. I don't blame him for his behavior, 'cause I know it's a defense mechanism, a way of taking the torment bestowed upon him by the oppressors of Hawkins and turning it into some whimsical public attraction to hide his internal suffering and keep people on edge.
In any case, Munson's a pest. A huge, irritating, aggravating pest... a giant, perverted, flamboyant...... oh... who the fuck am I kidding? Whatever he is... I want him. I want him like a fat kid wants cake. I want him so goddamn bad that every time I lay eyes on him, hear his melodic, raspy voice, or even catch wind of his name, I feel like I wanna hurl. Fuck butterflies, that sexy son of a bitch makes me feel like I have a full-blown professional wrestling match ensuing in my gut. But could I tell him? Of course not. He doesn't see me as relationship material. I'm just 'one of the guys', permanently embedded in the friend zone, and if he ever found out my true feelings it would have grave repercussions on the whole dynamic of our collective friendships. So, I'm forced to put on a face, pretend that I'm immune to his charm, bottle up my feelings, and let them eat away at my insides.
In the four years I've attended Hawkins High not a day has gone by where Eddie Munson hasn't invaded my every thought, innocent or otherwise. Even when our interactions were non-existent, or nothing more than a hello here and there, I haven't been able to escape that scrumptious motherfucker's temptation no matter how hard I try. Ok... so I don't actually try that hard. Fuck it... I don't try at all... but I pretend to.
Eddie makes it a point to bother anyone he damn well pleases, but I seem to be his favorite prey, and I'll be damned if he doesn't get some sick perverse pleasure from incessantly teasing me. It's normal for he and I to playfully flirt and sexually tease each other. He knows he can get a rise out of me without the added contempt he gets from everyone else, but it's a game to him, just a game, one that I secretly love to play, but recently it's gotten a lot worse, and it was becoming unbearable.
Robin Buckley's the only one who knows my true feelings. She's been my best friend since we met in band freshman year. Being a bit of a loner herself, she and I just clicked. She too can't seem to find the courage to approach her respective love interest (our bandmate, Vickie), but Robin's reasons are more justified. Even still, we both live each day in a loop of self-induced torture. Robin at least gets a weekend reprieve, but not me. Sharing the same friends as Eddie, my torture is continuous, resuming every weekday morning in first-period art class, and today was another typical Friday. At least... that's how it started.
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"Alright, guys. Today, I'm gonna meet with you all individually to see how you're doing on your projects for the year-end show. And for those of you who've decided to procrastinate... Mr. Munson, I'm looking at you... I need to ok your idea and make sure you have ample time to complete your work, and that your subject matter is appropriate."
"Aww, come on Mrs. S. You know I always finish my work on time." Eddie flashed the teacher a debonair smile.
"You better... if you finally wanna graduate. But your last project wasn't exactly school-friendly." She smiled back in jest.
I remember that project. The perfect example of Eddie's outlandish shenanigans. He'd drawn a Boris-style rendering of himself all but slaughtering his least favorite jock dipshit. But Mrs. Schwagert's one of the coolest teachers in this school, and unlike most, she's not quick to judge her students, including Eddie. She has a way of connecting with all of us.
Eddie scoffed playfully before spouting off an equally playful retort. "That hurts, Mrs. S. I thought you of all people would understand that I took an avant-garde approach, conceptualizing the fight against tyranny in today's society."
"Well, be that as it may, Mr. Munson, your tactless display of violence toward another student won't be tolerated, so I'd like to meet with you first."
I smiled to myself as Eddie exchanged playful banter with our art teacher, gawking at him like I do most of the day until their meeting was concluded, and like clockwork, he resumed his position right up my ass.
"Hi, there!" He proclaimed in his best baritone imitation of Freddy 'Boom Boom' Washington from 'Welcome Back Kotter'.
I closed my sketch pad and looked up. "Now, the Sweathog part I get, but Washington? I don't see it."
"Ok, how 'bout Barbarino?"
He started shimmying back and forth in proper Barbarino fashion and I burst into laughter.
"Um... the hair, maybe, but you're not exactly a chick magnet. You're more of a mashup between Epstein and Horshack. Quick-witted, but super annoying."
"Fair enough." He plopped into the open seat next to me. "So... does that make you Hotsy Totsy, my little... Bunny?"
Oh yeah... every day Eddie makes it a point to devise a new moniker for me that starts with the next sequential letter of the alphabet. Today we were back to B.
"Not quite. I don't have a kid or moonlight as a stripper." I gave him a cheeky smile.
"You sure about that? You look like you belong on a street corner in that outfit."
I scoffed. "It's not that bad."
I looked down at my clothes. Ok, the v-neck crop top and fish nets, sure, but my skirt covered my waist and it wasn't that short. Suddenly feeling self-conscious I wrapped my sweater around myself, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Whatever you say. I'm certainly not complaining."
He looked me up and down with a Cheshire grin, and I rolled my eyes.
"Don't you have someone else you can pester? I'm busy."
"Doing what? More doodles that you refuse to share with me? What do you draw in there anyway? Is it your secret crush? Ooo! Is it me?"
He could not be more spot on. My sketch pad was filled with doodles of his mouthwatering, metalhead physique, as well as some more risqué renderings that I may or may not imagine him doing to me like... all the time. So of course, I lied.
"You wish, Munson."
"Oh, I do, Bunny. But if it's not me, then who is it? That Ian Astbury guy, or uh... what's his face... that wrestler? The one who looks like a roided up Tom Selek, um..." he snapped his fingers in recognition, "oh, Scott Hall? Wait!... It's Harrington isn't it? I know you two are chummy, and I wouldn't blame you. He's a dreamy hunk of hairy beast, but I'd have no problem being your dirty little sidepiece."
Eddie cocked his head to the side, flashed me a suave smile, and wiggled his eyebrows. He was such a dork, but he was right... about the chummy part anyway. Steve Harrington is my friend, which is a fucking miracle in its own right seeing that before he and Robin started working together, I never got a second glance from the 'King' of Hawkins High, but it turns out he's a gentle soul, and not the egotistical, jock douche we thought he was. But Robin puts it best, our friendship with Steve is platonic with a capital P.
"Hmm, as tempting as that sounds... I think I'll pass."
"Ok, suit yourself. Gareth would kill me if I tried to lay a hand on you anyway. Sisters are off limits."
I wasn't actually Gareth's sister, but I've lived next door to him since we were kids, and our families are super close. I do love that dumbass like a brother, but like most brothers, he's an annoying shit with a big mouth, so he has no idea how I feel about Eddie.
"Speaking of your lovable, surrogate little brother, you comin' to watch us practice tonight?"
"I wouldn't exactly call what you guys do, practice. All you do is fuck around and rip on each other the whole time."
"True, but you keep us in check, so you have to come over."
"Oh, I have to, huh? What if I don't feel like it?"
"Well, then I'll be forced to wait 'til Tuesday to waste my sexual prowess on girls who won't give me the time of day, resulting in me crying myself to sleep, again."
He popped out his bottom lip and gave me puppy dog eyes. Goddammit!
"Uh-huh. And... why do you suppose that is?"
"Well, probably because they don't know how to handle my natural charisma and raw animal magnetism. If they knew what they were missing, they'd be all over me."
"Is that right?" I leaned toward him provocatively, making sure to flaunt my cleavage. "And uh, what exactly are they missing?"
He was visibly frazzled, just how I wanted him. He swallowed hard, trying to make eye contact but unable to peel his gaze from my tits.
"Um... let's just say, that when it comes to the utmost in sexual pleasure... I'm your guy."
"Mmm... that good, are ya?"
"Oh, Bunny. I'm first-rate."
"And you think I... would be able to handle you?"
"Maybe..." He swallowed again. "There's only one way to know for sure."
"Is that so?" I looked him over seductively. "Sounds like that'd be one hell of a time."
"You have no idea."
I nodded slowly and smiled, our faces separated by mere inches.
"I suppose I don't." I stared at his lips, watching him squirm uncomfortably in his chair, and I went in for the kill. "Well, Mr. Fantastic, how could I refuse an offer like that?"
I leaned closer as if going in for a kiss and SMACKED him square in the forehead.
"OW, SHIT! SON OF A..."
I sat back in my chair as he pressed the butt of his hand to his forehead.
"I've gotta hand it to ya, Munson, I didn't think your persistence could be any more annoying, but you proved me wrong."
"Ok, I get it. No sexy time from Bunny. Way to crush my ego."
"I thought you'd be used to it by now. You can keep laying it on as thick as you want. I'm not sleeping with you."
"Y/l/n! I'll meet with you now. Get back to work, Mr. Munson."
"Yes, ma'am!" Eddie gave Mrs. S. a salute.
"Saved by scholastic decree. Catch you on the flip side, Fabio."
I smiled slyly, grabbed my sketchbook, and made my way to Mrs. S's desk as Eddie yelled after me.
"Let me know if you change your mind."
"I won't."
Without turning around I gave him the finger. I caught the faint sound of his chuckle and smiled to myself.
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With my Walkman blaring, I navigated my way toward the cafeteria through the crowded hallways of Hawkins High, trying not to get knocked around like a pinball when Robin came running up to me in true motormouth fashion.
"Hey-gotta skip lunch to finish my history assignment-try to find a date for prom-meet up with you later-love you-bye!"
And like that, she disappeared into the sea of students before I could get a word in. This meant I'd have to sit with the Hellfire Club today, so I took a detour and headed to their table.
"What's the haps, nerds? Mind if I sit?"
I got lazy waves from the older boys, but Dustin and Mike immediately perked up and flashed me bashful smiles and enthusiastic waves, which I returned in kind.
"I've got a seat for you right here."
Eddie patted his lap. I smiled seductively, walked toward him, and squatted as if about to sit. The look on his face was priceless, but just before my ass made contact with his lap, I straightened up and crushed his dreams.
"Ooo... fat chance, fucker. Scoot over bro."
I nudged Gareth, plopping down in the seat between him and Eddie.
"Well, played, Bunny."
"Bunny? Are you still playing that stupid letter game?" Gareth asked.
"Unfortunately."
"You know you love it."
I flashed Eddie an unamused smile and started digging into my lunch bag.
"No Buckley today?" Gareth asked receiving a shake of my head as confirmation. "Hey, that girl Becky from band asked me to Prom."
I had a mouth full of food. "Mm, I like her. She's super sweet."
"Prom? You're actually gonna attend that monstrosity?"
"Why wouldn't I? Becky's hot. Just 'cause no one will go with you doesn't mean I have to sit at home with my thumb up my ass."
"Oh, sweet burn."
Mike gave Gareth a high five, and I couldn't hold back a laugh at Eddie's expense.
"Wheeler, it's not wise to upset your Dungeon Master."
Eddie flashed Mike an evil grin and Mike's face fell. He quickly turned his attention back to Gareth.
"El and I are going too. Do you guys wanna ride with us? We're getting a limo."
"Thanks, man, but we're hitching a ride with Buckley, Harrington, and Y/n."
"You're going too?"
Eddie looked at me somewhat perplexed.
"Mm-hm." I continued to eat nonchalantly, watching Eddie laugh in disbelief.
"With who?"
I furrowed my brow. Was that a hint of jealousy in his tone? Nah, couldn't be.
"Myself... and..." I waved my finger in a circle around the table to indicate everyone sitting there.
"You're all going?"
"Yes, killjoy. Nothing is stopping you from coming with us. It's a Masquerade theme this year. It'll be fun."
"Fun?! Bunny, I have no desire to attend the masquerade of forced conformity." He smiled smugly.
"Well, we do. So shut your face."
Still sensing the piercing glare of a pair of deep brown eyes, I lifted my head slowly to see Eddie smiling at me, elbow on the table and chin in hand.
"Yes?" I droned.
"Whatcha listenin' to?"
"Music," I retorted, jerking back when Eddie tried to steal my headphones.
"Why so secretive? Isn't she secretive?" Eddie addressed the younger boys of the group.
"Eddie, she probably just wants to eat her lunch in peace," Dustin answered.
"Pshh, then she's at the wrong table," Mike joked.
I shot them a friendly wink.
"Who's side are you guys on? You gotta crush on her or something? Well, you can both stop kissing her ass 'cause she's too old for you."
"I don't. I have the sweetest girlfriend in the world, and she's a genius."
"She's not very smart if she's dating you."
"Shut up, Jeff." Dustin threw a carrot at Jeff and Eddie chucked a pretzel at Dustin and Mike.
"Jesus, you guys are such dicks. Stop tormenting them. Dusty, is Susie coming?"
"I wish. Her dad'll never let that happen. I'm goin' stag... again."
"Don't worry, I'll save you a dance." He smiled bashfully.
"Jesus, this is torment. I'm surprised you're not going with Harrington." Eddie addressed me before turning to Dustin. "You know she draws erotic pictures of him in her sketchbook, right?"
"What?!" The whole table exclaimed.
"I do not." I shoved the side of Eddie's head.
"Do you really?"
"Of course not, Dusty. Eddie just refuses to let go of his nonconformist pride and have a little fun, so he's taking his frustration out on me. You know Steve and I are JUST FRIENDS!" I emphasized, staring daggers at Eddie before turning back to my food.
"Then show me the sketchbook."
"Fuck off, Munson... hey, what the..." Before I could react Eddie swiped my headphones and put them on. "Give 'em back, asshole!"
"Goddamn! This is some heavy shit. What is this?"
"It's your face meeting my fist if you don't give 'em back."
He held me at arm's length as I tried, and failed, to reclaim my headphones, but I soon gave up, crossing my arms over my chest in a huff.
"Ok, fine! It's 'The Raging Wrath of the Easter Bunny'."
"Hahaha! WHAT?"
"It's a demo. The band's called Mr. Bungle. They're from Eureka."
"Well, isn't that fortuitous, 'cause my little Bunny is definitely raging and wrathful today."
He screwed up his face, mocking me. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Where did you get this?"
"I'm a tape trader, remember?"
"No. I'd definitely remember you telling me something like that."
"Well, maybe if you weren't so busy running your mouth all the time, you'd actually hear what other people have to say."
"This... this is fuckin' brutal. It's like, black metal meets speed."
Eddie was in his own little world. I threw my hands up in disbelief and shook my head.
"See. Didn't hear a damn thing I just said."
"You gotta make me a copy of this."
"You know, you're awfully demanding today."
He shot me a wink and handed over my headphones. I swiped them out of his hand giving him the evil eye.
"I figured you'd be listening to that goth or glam bullshit. What other cool stuff you got?"
"I've got a lotta cool shit. I got this in my most recent haul along with a demo from Guns 'N' Roses, and one from Faster Pussycat. But they're both glam bullshit," I emphasized sarcastically.
"Glam. Gay L.A. music, you mean."
"Oh, whatever, asshole. Axel Rose has some killer pipes. And Kelly Nickels, the bassist from Faster Pussycat... total YUM! He was actually in the running to be the bassist for W.A.S.P. Bet you didn't know that, did ya? UGHH! I swear, what I would give to be the center of a Blackie Lawless and Kelly Nickels sandwich." I scanned the horrified faces at the table and froze. "Um... sorry... I forgot I'm not sitting with Robin." I took a huge chug of my drink and averted my gaze, dying of embarrassment.
"Isn't Kelly Nickels that guy you said looks like Munson?"
I choked on my beverage, hacking, and coughing, leaving no room for subtlety. Stealing a glance at Eddie I saw his smug grin. I had to think fast.
"Uh, I did not say that, Gareth."
"I'm pretty sure you did."
"Well, you're wrong." I smacked his arm, wanting to crawl into a deep dark hole and die.
"Uh-huh... I knew it. You do wanna fuck me."
"Ugg! Munson, get over yourself." I stood up and collected my shit.
"Aw, come on. Where you goin'?"
"I've lost my appetite." I spat at Eddie. "Catch you later, losers." I turned to Dustin and Mike. "Not you two. You guys will always be my little cuties."
I scrunched my nose, kissed Dustin's head, and mussed Mike's hair, smiling at their giddy expressions, then I waved at Jeff and Doug, stuck my tongue out at Gareth, gave Eddie the finger, and left. I could still hear him laughing as I walked away.
Eddie's eyes followed you as you walked away. "Dude, you're gonna bore a hole in her back if you stare at her any harder."
"Hmph, she totally wants me," Eddie said smugly to no one in particular.
"Munson, just ask her out already and put us all out of our misery."
"That would negate the sister rule, Gareth."
"She's not my sister, so if you wanna give it a shot, be my guest. But you gotta stop comin' at her guns blazing, or she's gonna kick your ass."
"Now that I'd love to see."
"Jeff, if I want your opinion, I'll beat it outta you."
"Whatever, Munson, but Gareth's right. If this is your idea of playing it cool, it's not working. You need to stop being so rash... with all of us. She sees right through it, and it looks like it's starting to get to her."
Eddie thought about it for a moment. Maybe they're right. He loved his little sheep, and picking on you was his favorite pastime, but he was being an inconsiderate ass.
You've consumed Eddie's thoughts since the day Corroded Coffin started practicing at Gareth's house. He knew who you were. Being a year older than Gareth you'd already attended Hawkins High for a year, but you never actually spoke to one another until that fateful day in the fall of '83. You heard the commotion in the garage and decided to stroll over. That's when you two were formally introduced, and you permanently imprinted on his mind and his heart. It was the first day of the rest of his life, but you weren't yet 16, and he'd just turned 18 and he was not gonna open that can of worms. It didn't stop him from playfully pestering you every day. And when you turned 18 a few months back he bumped it up a notch, but lately, he's noticed that you've been on edge and not as receptive to his teasing. Was it losing its luster for you? Were you genuinely annoyed? He couldn't let that happen. You were too important to him, but there was only one way to find out, and he knew exactly where you'd be.
~~~~~
I entered the clearing in the woods and hopped onto the picnic table, hoping to spare myself any more embarrassment or harassment by finishing a cigarette before Eddie showed up.
I wasn't pissed at him, just pissy in general. He's been making it so much harder to mask my feelings and my sexual frustration with blatant denial, and I was starting to lash out, which made me feel incredibly guilty. I could try asking him to stop, but then he'd know something was up, so suffer I will. But it was evident as Eddie came strolling into the clearing that luck was not on my side today.
"Ah, shit... can't I have a moment's peace?"
"You're not escaping my sexy mug that easily, Bunny."
I smiled sarcastically, arms draped lazily over my knees. I watched Eddie park his ass next to me, pull a soft pack of Camels from his vest pocket, shake one out, and trap it between his lips. (Jesus, why when it comes to this man does my mind turn something so innocent into filth?) He flicked his Zippo shut and took a drag. Resting his forearms on his knees and clasping his hands together, he studied my face.
"What, do I have something in my teeth?" I started rubbing them with my finger.
"No."
"Then why are you staring at me?"
"'Cause you're sexy." He smiled slyly, taking another drag.
I exhaled heavily, leaning my forehead on my palms, visibly irritated.
"Ok, ok. I'll stop. I was actually wondering what you're doing for Schwag's class."
I whipped my head around, confusion written all over my face. Was I just transported into a parallel universe? Not only did Eddie stop teasing me on his own accord, but he's making small talk.
"What?"
"What are you doing for Schwagert's class?"
He flashed me a sweet smile, which is so unlike him. It was strange but refreshing, and it was stirring something inside me. I suddenly felt nervous, and uneasy... and kinda horny.
"Hey, you ok? You look like you're having some kinda... internal struggle. I promise I won't laugh if that's what you're worried about. I'm genuinely curious."
I was staring at him like he had three heads.
"Um, no... I um... I'm gonna do a portrait series."
"Self-portraits?"
"No, I hate self-portraits. I was actually considering drawing you if you wanna sit for me... and if you can keep your trap shut for a few hours."
His face fell. "You... you wanna draw me?"
"Yeah. Emphasis on the 'shut trap'." I took a drag from my cigarette as an embarrassing thought occurred to me, followed by more word vomit. "I mean, n-not like nude or anything." His smug ass perked right back up.
"Well, I'm not opposed," he said looking rather assuming.
"Dude, seriously."
He just kept laughing. "Ok, ok... but why me?"
"I don't know. You just have this... look." My eyes finally met his.
"I have a look?"
"Mm-hm."
I looked away sucking on my cigarette. Eddie was seemingly deep in thought and started playing with his rings.
"Um... what kinda look?"
"Not a bad look."
His head snapped up and he smiled mischievously.
"Really?"
I rolled my eyes. "Slow your roll, Munson... but yes. Your look, it's... well, it's distinctive and commanding. Good or bad, you can't deny that you have this... charisma... that makes you impossible to ignore. I wanna capture that." I was expecting some perverted retort, but it never came.
"Well, uh... that's... extremely flattering. I um... I didn't realize you saw me that way."
I couldn't read his expression, but the wrestlers in my stomach were at it again, powerbomb after powerbomb, and I felt the need to cover my tracks.
"I do. I mean, n-not like in that way. I can ignore you if I want to. You don't make it easy... b-but I can..." I rested my elbows on my knees, held my fingertips to my forehead, and sighed. "You just... your look is particular, that's all I'm saying." Shit, this was so embarrassing.
"Uh... o-kay?"
"So... will you do it?" I still couldn't look up.
"Absolutely! Just tell me when and where."
My head shot up. "Wow, um... ok, great... w-we could do it tonight if you want?"
I screwed up my face, immediately wanting to shove my foot in my mouth.
"Bunny, we can do it on this goddamn table, right here right now." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Jesus, I set myself up for that one. You know I didn't mean it like that."
He was giggling like an idiot. "Sorry, I couldn't pass up that opportunity."
Sorry? He never apologizes for his behavior.
"Ok, what the hell is up with you?"
"Whatta you mean?"
"I mean, you're being relatively polite, and making small talk. It's not like you. Did we transport to Bizarro World or something?"
He chuckled. "Just call me Eidde." He smiled bashfully. "I don't know. Maybe I'm trying to turn over a new leaf."
"Ok?" I shot him a sideways glance, but he just sat there, smoking his cigarette, smiling. "Well, we can start tonight at Gareth's." He nodded in agreement. "So what're you gonna do? Did you think of more ingenious ways to flaunt your hatred for Carver?"
He let out a huge belly laugh. "Um, no... Mrs. S. shot down my idea for a sequel. I'm probably gonna do an installation so I can incorporate my music."
"Oh! I like that idea. It's a shame about the sequel though. I was impressed with the original, but I'm biased. Carver's a douche with a capital bag."
We chuckled staring at each other for a moment.
"Yeah, well, it's nice to know someone appreciates my artistic talent."
Eddie placed his hand on my knee and gave it a little squeeze, but instead of shirking it off, I patted it, but he pulled away rather quickly, looking like he didn't know what he should do with his hand.
"So, you're really agreeing to help me?"
"Yep."
"Just like that? No... proposition or outrageous demands in return?"
"Well, since you suggested it..." His smile was wicked.
"Jesus, why the hell do I keep opening my big mouth?"
His grin widened. "Since your big mouth is already open, how 'bout a big sloppy blowjob... or I'll settle for a big wet kiss... or... we can cut right to the chase and finally fuck." He nudged my shoulder.
"Jesus, you're hopeless. Is that all? Do you want my first born too?" (Fuck! I did it again!)
"Well, I can cum inside you when we're fuckin'."
I shoved him so hard, I knocked his giggling ass off the table, but I welcomed the distraction of his laughing fit because the thought of him cumming inside me made my cheeks flush and my thighs clench involuntarily. If spontaneous combustion is truly a thing, consider me Spinal Tap drummer number seven. Luckily the position in which he fell and the time it took him to climb back onto the table was enough for me to collect myself.
"You're a fucking pervert."
"I know, I can't help it."
"Well, try." He nodded. "Why don't you agree to come to prom with all of us instead?"
"Um... that doesn't exactly benefit me. So, no... it has to be option 1, 2, or 3."
"Ok, then I guess I'll pick option 4, none of the above."
"Then you can't draw me."
His expression was serious. I didn't know how to react until he snickered and cracked a smile before erupting into full-on laughter. I smacked him upside the head and he yelped.
"You're such a dick, Munson."
He was still rolling, trying to catch his breath. "Ha! Uh ha, hmm... ok, fine, you can still draw me, but prom? That's really not my thing."
"You're missin' out."
"On what? Shitty music and jock scrutiny? No thanks. But I do wanna ask you something."
We locked eyes. His expression was foreign. He's never looked at me like this before. It was like... adoration mixed with worry. Was he nervous? He looked nervous. Or was I nervous?
"Does um... does my behavior bother you?"
I looked at him quizzically. Why would he care what I thought?
"Um... no. I mean, you definitely know how to push my buttons... and sometimes I just wanna strangle you... but you're one of my best friends. I understand your humor. But you do need to lay off the boys."
He looked only partially relieved. "Fair enough. I just... well, you're a cool girl... and I really enjoy our banter, but you seem a little on edge lately, so I just wanted to make sure. I've never had a female friend as accepting as you, so I don't wanna push you away."
I stared at him in shock, like maybe his three heads would sprout horns. He seemed genuinely worried about upsetting me.
"Ok, is this like, a reverse invasion of the body snatchers or something? Who are you?"
We both laughed. His smile was huge, and so fucking gorgeous. Then I saw it. The subtle movement of his eyes falling to my lips. Did I just see that, or did I imagine it? I felt lightheaded and my heart was pounding as he slid closer, smiling as he scanned my face. (Headlock, shoot off, drop down, leapfrog, hip toss, cover, and 1... 2... 3... wrestler pinned... insert pyro explosion here)
I think I stopped breathing, and then... (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrringggggggg) Our heads swiveled toward the school. Ugg! That fucking bell. We turned our attention back to each other. Eddie let out a heavy breath, suddenly bashful, and awkwardly backed away, and I finally took a breath.
"Um... we... we should probably..."
"Yeah, um... I'll... I'll walk you back."
~~~~~
We walked through the hall in silence, still smiling, occasionally stealing glances at each other. I had no idea how to process what just happened. What did just happen? Was it even anything? I looked at Eddie. His smile was so bashful, almost innocent. It was so fucking CUTE I wanted to hug him, squeeze him, and call him George.
That's it... we were definitely in Bizarro World.
~~~~~
Sitting on the couch in Gareth's garage, my pencil flowed over the pages of my sketchbook with ease. Eddie was my fucking muse. It's amazing what I can accomplish when I'm drawing a willing participant. But when 'practice' was over, I had the misfortune of being a part of the most fucked up conversation in the history of conversations.
"Is that the latest Hustler? Ooo, toss that over here." Eddie wasted no time flipping through the pages.
"Jesus, you guys have a one-track mind."
"That's the pot calling the kettle black. I know for a fact you like to read those cheesy smut books."
I threw an empty beer can at Gareth. "Way to sell me out, asshole."
"Smut books, huh? A bit of a dirty bird aren't ya, Bunny?"
"This coming from the man who has a pile of nudie mags under his bed. And don't give me that 'I read the articles' excuse."
"I do read the articles."
"I'm not talking about letters to Penthouse." I smiled cheekily.
"She's got you there, Munson," Gareth said.
"Ok, my deviance is a surprise to no one, but this little dirty bird seems to be hiding more than just doodles. So, Bunny... what're your other guilty pleasures?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
I flashed him an irritated look. "Eddie, if you think I'm gonna tell you that you're outta your goddamn mind."
"Awww... come on. Don't be a prude."
Gareth, Jeff, and Doug turned their attention to Eddie, probably expecting me to kick his ass. I turned to look at him and sighed. He wasn't gonna let this go, so I figured I'd have a little fun with him.
"Alright... you really wanna know?"
Sitting on the edge of the couch, nodding like an idiot, a stupid grin spread across his face, Eddie anxiously awaited my reply.
"I wanna know."
"Me too."
Jeff and Doug, my peanut gallery.
"I'm not sure I do."
"SHHH! Shut up, Gareth. No one cares what you think."
Eddie was too preoccupied to notice Gareth giving him the finger.
"Ok... fine. If you really wanna know, I'll tell you."
Eddie took a sip of his beer. I could see the excitement in his eyes, so I exhaled heavily.
"Yes, I like smut novels. I draw a lot of erotic pictures, and I too read Letters to Penthouse. I also enjoy watching porn."
All four of them were frozen in place, Eddie in mid-swig and the other three with their jaws on the floor. Eddie swallowed hard before speaking.
"Like, what kinda porn?" He asked sheepishly.
All four boys were waiting impatiently with bated breath.
"Ok, um... well, the softcore, romantic stuff is my favorite, but I do enjoy a bit of hardcore." I gauged Eddie's reaction. He was mesmerized, eyes glued to my face as he took another sip of his beer. "I occasionally enjoy some girl-on-girl. Threesomes are so hot. Two girls and one guy, one girl and two guys, it doesn't matter. Like I said, I'm down for a Blackie/Kelly sandwich. Oh, and voyeurism. I love the thought of watching people fuck while I touch myself... really gets me goin'."
Eddie spit out a mouthful of beer and the others were all in a daze, mouths agape, processing everything I just said, but it was Eddie who broke the silence.
"And... how exactly did you pick up these little... hobbies?"
"Dude, I'm a shy, introvert, outcast... we're as freaky as they come."
"It's always the quiet ones," Doug said in disbelief.
"Mm-hm. Well... now that the cat's outta the bag, I have a date with my VCR and a naughty VHS. Later, losers."
(Suck it, Munson!) I gave a triumphant smile, winked at Eddie, turned on my heels, and headed to my garage making sure to shake my hips as I left.
Eddie sat staring at the ground. "I don't know about you guys, but I need a cold shower after that one."
"Me, too."
"Me three."
Eddie looked at his friends, who were all still in shock. "Do... do you think she's serious?"
He jumped off the couch and bolted after you.
"Hey, Munson, wait... MUNSON!" Gareth sprinted after Eddie and grabbed his arm before he could make it to your house. "Dude! Seriously? She was just fucking with you."
Eddie bowed his head in defeat and followed Gareth back to his garage. He sat down and resumed staring at the ground adjusting his crotch uncomfortably as Jeff and Doug grabbed their gear.
"You guys outta here?" Gareth asked.
"Yep. We'll see you tomorrow."
They waved goodbye and made their way to Jeff's car. Gareth turned his attention to Eddie, noticing his frustration.
"Munson, just fuckin' tell her."
Eddie threw his head back against the couch and rubbed his hands over his face, groaning.
"Come on, Gareth. You know I can't."
"Why?"
"'Cause we've got a good thing going. If I confess my love and she doesn't feel the same I'll lose her forever, or at the very least things'll just be incredibly awkward. But I can't stop fucking thinking about her." Eddie looked toward your house. "You know her better than I do. What should I do?"
"Ok, here's what I do know. If she's willing to take your shit... there's gotta be somethin' else there. No one's crazy enough to tolerate your dumb ass unless they want to, but if she does have feelings for you, she'll never make the first move, so I think you should approach her. I also know that she was lying at lunch. She can deny it all she wants but she really does think you look like that Kelly Nickels guy. That's gotta count for something."
Eddie smiled to himself. "Maybe."
"Well, either you tell her, or I will, 'cause all this pining shit... it's really fucking irritating. And swallow your pride, man. Ask her to prom. You know you'll have fun with her. Go ask her now. She's probably sitting in her garage."
Eddie let out a huge sigh. "Alright, man, but the whole feelings thing... let me test the water... if she seems receptive then I'll spill my guts."
"Good luck, dude."
Eddie gave Gareth a bro handshake, grabbed a couple of beers, and shuffled toward your garage. When he got close enough he heard you talking, probably on the phone. He knew he shouldn't listen but the devil on his shoulder convinced him otherwise, so he leaned against the corner of your garage just out of sight.
~~~~~
"Oh, come on, Robin. He was asking for it."
"Yes but when you do that it only riles him up more."
"Him? What about me? The flirting and teasing have only gotten worse. I can't fucking take it anymore."
"Exactly. You know how he is. If you keep egging him on you're only making things worse for you. Just tell him how you feel."
"Robin... you know I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because... he's my friend."
"And?"
"And... if he rejects me... things'll be super awkward. And if he still wants to be my friend I'll be forced to suppress my feelings just to maintain some sort of normalcy around him, and I'll be no better off."
"Did you at least ask him to the dance?"
"Not exactly. I suggested he come with all of us, but you know how he is. He's too proud to 'give in to the masquerade of forced conformity'." I said in my best Eddie voice.
"Well, I don't know what to tell you. Just keep dropping hints. Maybe he'll get the message."
"I hope so. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. I want to be with him so fucking bad, but I don't wanna lose him."
"I understand, trust me I do."
"I know. Well, I'm gonna go watch my movie, take my mind off shit. Tell Steve I said hi."
"Hey, Dingus! Y/n says hi! He's waving at you."
"Nice."
"Well, we love you girly."
"Love you guys too."
I hung up the phone and stared at my open sketch pad, utterly lost in Eddie's image.
Eddie's eyes were wide with shock. He could only hear your side of the conversation, but he had no doubt who you were talking about. Jesus H. Christ! You have feelings... for him. You pretend you don't but you do! This... this changes everything! So why was this dread still lingering in his chest? Nerves maybe? He had to say something, but he didn't want to come on too strong. Act casual... yeah. That's what he'll do... just... act casual. After silently syking himself up he took a few deep breaths and decided to make his move.
"BOO!"
"JESUS CHRIST!" I jumped out of my skin, nearly falling off of my stool. "You think you're funny, asshole?"
Eddie was doubled over with laughter as I sat there clutching my chest.
"Hahahahaha! Ohhhh, no... I think I'm adorable."
"Ugg! I hate you so much, Munson."
"Awww, come on now. You know that's not true. May I come in?"
I released a heavy sigh. "Sure... whatever."
"Here, a peace offering."
He handed me a beer.
"Thanks."
We sat in silence for a moment as he checked out all the drawings hanging above my desk.
"Jesus, you're amazing. I love your style. The way you see the world, it's just... incredible."
"Thanks." I smiled bashfully.
He motioned to my open sketch pad.
"May I?"
"Sure." Ahhhhhhh! His smile makes my fucking insides liquefy.
"Oh, Bunny... these are fantastic! I've never looked so good." He flashed a cheeky smile and flipped to the front of the book.
"Nice try. You won't find anything. This sketchbook is strictly for school projects."
He let out a breathy laugh. "You caught me. I wish you'd show me your personal drawings. You're so passionate about your work. Like I am with my music."
"Maybe someday, Munson." I flashed him a sweet smile.
"Um, you mind if I turn on some tunes?"
"No, go ahead."
He started fiddling with the record player.
"Looks like your old man was listening to Clapton. I'll just leave that on."
"Works for me."
He positioned the record player needle and shuffled back to his chair.
"So... what's on your agenda for this evening... besides hardcore porn... and me?"
He smiled wickedly, pulled his smokes from his vest pocket, and went through his routine.
"Not fucking you, Munson."
I loved hearing him laugh, or talk... or move... or fucking breathe. Whatever the hell he was doing... I loved it.
"So, do you actually watch all that stuff, or were you just fuckin' with me?"
"Uh..." I eyeballed him hesitantly, but his expression was calm, and not flirtatious, so I gave him this one. "Yeah... I do."
He raised his brow and exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Well... that's um... that's hot. I was just gonna head home, get high, and play guitar, but now... I think I'm gonna have to rub one out. Care to turn it into phone sex? Preferably while you're still watching porn?"
(JESUS CHRIST! I know what I'm drawing tonight) I rolled my eyes. "Dude! What is with you? You've been so lewd lately. Like, more than usual." He smiled cheekily and stared at me. "No! No phone sex, no fucking, just... no!"
His whole body shook with laughter. "Ok, then I guess I'm goin' solo. So, if you're not gonna watch porn, what are you gonna do?"
I shook my head. "I'm gonna watch 'Help'."
"Can't say I've seen it."
"Really? It's a super corny Beatles movie."
"Oh, I know what it is, I just haven't seen it. Is it good?"
"I love it. It's one of my favorites. I watch it with my mom all the time."
"Speaking of the lovely Mrs. Y/l/n, where are your folks?"
"They're visiting my grandma this weekend."
"Well, that's a shame. I'll just have to schmooze your mom next time. So... was tonight's session enough to do your project, or do you need me to sit for you again?"
(Ok, what the fuck?) "Alright dude, what's going on? You're doing it again."
"What?"
"Oh, come on. For the past few months, you've been... I don't know... a lot more perverted, but today you're trying to incorporate small talk and some semblance of courtesy. So what's going on?"
"I don't know. Maybe I want you to see a different side of me, so I'm talking about things that aren't strictly sex oriented."
"Yeah, but why?"
"Well... maybe I like you."
"HA! Hyeah, right. If you don't wanna tell me the real reason, just say so. You don't need to make shit up."
"Who says I'm making shit up?"
I tried to play it cool, not letting on that the instant those words left his lips Hulk Hogan leg dropped King Kong Bundy.
"Uh... I am."
"Why? Is it so hard to believe that I could see you as more than just a friend?"
I scoffed. "Yeah, a fuck buddy, maybe."
Jesus, it felt like an Alien was about to punch through my chest. I reached for my smokes and lit up trying to thwart my anxiety.
Eddie nodded solemnly, but when 'Wonderful Tonight' started to play, he set down his beer and held out his hand.
"Wanna dance?"
I must've looked like a deer in headlights.
"What?"
"Come on... dance with me."
I snuffed out my cigarette looking at him hesitantly. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up, threw my arms around his neck, wrapped his around my waist, and pulled me close. He started swaying us back and forth, his head nestled next to mine, but when the chorus hit I got ballsy. Knowing this wasn't bound to last, I decided to live in the moment. I leaned my head on his shoulder, squeezed my arms tighter, closed my eyes, and started playing with his hair, but to my shock and delight, he tightened his grip around my waist and leaned his head against mine, grazing my back with his fingertips. We embraced silently for several minutes, and all I could think was that I could die happy at this very moment... and then he had to go and fucking ruin it.
"Go to prom with me?"
His voice was so faint I wasn't sure I heard him correctly. I lifted my head, our eyes lingering on each other's faces, and I scowled, about to lose my shit.
"What? Ok, now I know you're joking."
"I'm not joking."
"Eddie, stop it. This isn't funny."
I broke away and went to shut off the record player, ready to scream. We just held each other so fucking tight, and there was something about the way he touched me. Probably just wishful thinking, but it seemed like we had a moment.
"Al-alright fine. Don't believe me."
"Why should I when you've been shitting on the idea all day?"
He was silent. I slumped my shoulders, released a sigh, and faced him. "Ok, fine, don't answer me. I'm gonna go watch my movie."
Eddie was chewing on his thumbnail, his other hand in his pocket, and he was staring at the ground nodding. He actually looked disappointed, and I had to admit, I felt kinda guilty. I didn't want him to leave, but this charade had to stop.
"Hey, um... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. You don't have to go. I just... I want the nonsense to stop, ok? If you want you can watch 'Help' with me."
His head shot up so fast I thought he'd have whiplash.
"Um, yeah, ok. Your parents won't mind?"
"No, they know you. It's not like we're fuckin' or anything."
"Well..."
"DON'T... say it."
Signature Munson, never missing a beat. Jesus, my emotions were bouncing back and forth like a game of Pong.
~~~~~
We were on the couch in my basement, which also doubled as my bedroom. It was a pretty sweet setup if I say so myself.
"You're right. This is a really weird movie. Not as trippy as 'Tommy', but still pretty bad."
He pulled his arms up to shield himself from my slap but was unsuccessful.
"Oh, shut up. It's awesome and you know it. And so is 'Tommy'."
"No, you're right. I do like 'Tommy'. Ann Margaret's hot." His smile was so goofy.
"So is Roger Daltrey," I smirked. "Ooo, I love this part. Paul using the girl as a guitar."
"Ooo, that looks like fun. Come 'ere."
"What?" He reached for my arm and pulled me across the couch. "What... what're you...? Hey! Hahaha!"
"Come on, sit on my lap. Put your hand on your hip, hold the other arm out... there we go. Now... I play."
I was dying of laughter as Eddie played my arms like a guitar and started singing along to 'Another Girl'.
🎶For I have got, another girl
Another girl who will love me till the end
Through thick and thin, she will always be my friend
I don't wanna say that I've been unhappy with you
But as from today, well, I've seen somebody that's new
I ain't no fool and I don't take what I don't want
For I have got, another girl🎶
Eddie stopped playing, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled my giggling ass against his chest, continuing to rock me in time with the music, only this time, when the song ended, I stayed put.
"I thought you didn't like The Beatles."
"I never said that. I just said I never saw this movie, but my mom used to listen to them too."
I smiled, taking the opportunity to rest my head back against his shoulder and wrap my arms around his. I felt his hair tickle my neck, so I looked up and found him smiling at me. Our faces were so fucking close. I smiled back and he leaned down and kissed my cheek.
"W-what was that for?"
"Just felt like it. I'm having a good time."
"M-me too."
There was that look again. The same one from this afternoon at the picnic table. That look of adoration, but this time with a little something extra. And there was no bell. Nothing to break the trance. I couldn't look away as he scanned my face and brushed some stray hair behind my ear, his hand now resting on my cheek. A flash of eyes to lips, and then...
NOTHING!
He returned his arm to my waist and turned back to the TV.
(Mother... Shhhh... Jesu... what the... oh... SON OF A BITCH!!!) I couldn't even think a coherent sentence, so I turned my attention back to the movie. I must've been squirming too much because Eddie pulled my legs across his lap, which was a way more comfortable position, and I allowed myself to cuddle into his chest. I was so tired I should've passed out, but I couldn't shut off my brain.
"I love this song so much."
I started singing along with John Lennon to 'You've Got to Hide Your Love Away'. Eddie joined in, and we smiled at each other as we sang, and again he rocked me to the music.
🎶How can I even try?
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I'm in
How could she say to me
"Love will find a way"?
Gather 'round, all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey, you've got to hide your love away
Hey, you've got to hide your love away🎶
We couldn't peel our eyes off each other.
"You're voice is beautiful."
"Thanks," I whispered.
We stared a few moments longer before my nerves got the better of me, and I returned my head to his chest.
"You know, this whole album is like... a metaphor for our entire relationship."
What? Did he really mean that? Most of the songs were about want, need, and... love. I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't. I just buried myself deeper into his chest in reply, and again his arms tightened around me.
By the time the movie was over I could no longer keep my eyes open. The warmth of his body and his musky scent were so comforting.
"Hey, Bunny... you sleepy? You want me to leave?"
Without opening my eyes I shook my head, clutched onto his shirt, and whispered, "No... please don't go."
I have no idea where my newfound boldness was coming from, but Eddie didn't protest. Instead, he enveloped me in his arms and rested his cheek on my head.
"I won't, Bunny."
I smiled to myself as Eddie shifted us so we were lying down facing each other, my head still buried in his chest and his arms still wrapped tightly around me. I managed to open my eyes and look up. He was smiling, watching me, and like a moth to a flame, my hand found his face, my fingertips lightly grazing his features as my eyes followed their trek... his pale cheek, covered by little grains of stubble... his plush, pink lips, which parted slightly at my touch. He closed his eyes and leaned into it until my fingertips trailed to his cute, button nose, his forehead, and back through his hair, where I buried them behind his neck giving him a little scratch.
"Mmm, that's... that's nice."
He released a faint moan and slowly opened his eyes. They were glossy, wanton, and... unsure. His lips formed a sincere smile, and he started repeating my previous motions. His fingers explored my face, eyes following suit.
"Go to prom with me, Bunny."
His voice was so low, commanding even.
"Eddie, why?"
"Because I wanna spend time with you."
"You already spend time with me."
"I know, but... I just wanna go with you. Please say yes."
I sensed nothing but sincerity in his gorgeous eyes, and his voice, so I willed myself to whisper, "Ok... I'll go with you."
"Yeah?" His smile was enormous.
"Yeah."
He cuddled closer and kissed my head. (Flying elbow drop, off the top rope, straight to the gut) When I looked at him we were nose to nose. He nuzzled mine, lips parted. It was almost like a silent plea, begging me to close the gap, to finally let him taste my lips for the very first time, but I was frozen. His lips ghosted mine. I was practically cross-eyed staring at them, but he wouldn't take the plunge. I felt like I was trying to will him with a Jedi mind trick to just do it already, but the force is not strong with me, and he just lingered... the fucking tease.
"Have sex with me," he whispered, smiling playfully.
"What? No." I poked him in the gut, and he giggled.
"Come on. I know you want it as much as I do... and I think it's time we do something about it."
My brow furrowed, eyes darting back and forth in disbelief across Eddie's face. Who does this mother fucker think he is? I mean, I do in fact wanna fuck him, but that's not the point. It's the principle of the thing. I pushed his chest hard and got off the couch ready to lay into him.
"Hey, what---?"
"That's all I am to you, huh? Some... perverted game or prized sexual conquest? Do you have any respect?"
"What? N-no, that's..." he stood up and gripped my arms, "it's not like that at all."
"Then why do you keep pushing this?! I can't..."
I started to cry, unable to finish my sentence. I wanted to smack him, kick him outta my house, just... anything to make the pain stop, but I was so exhausted from this charade and all the mind games that I didn't have the strength to fight him anymore, so when he pulled me into a tight hug and kissed the top of my head I didn't fight him. I just let him hold me as I balled into his shirt.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just... not very good at this, so I'm going about it the only way I know how, and... well, I'm failing miserably, and um... Jesus, I don't know how the hell to do this."
"Do what?" I mumbled.
He pulled me back so he could look at my face, and caress my cheek. His expression immediately softened, but he looked uncertain and extremely nervous.
"Um, hhhhh... something I should've done a long time ago. I wasn't lying earlier. I like you... a lot... but it's more than that... I'm uh..."
"Eddie... what're you doing?"
There was a brief silence. And then... it happened...
"I'm ending our friendship."
And just like that, he closed the gap and encased my lips with his. The sweet pressure of it, the subtle transition of tongue against tongue, the soft, gentle strokes of his thumbs against my face. It was perfect. I couldn't speak, but I needed reassurance. I slowly broke the kiss.
"Hyou... you're serious... aren't you? You're not just saying all this so I'll sleep with you?"
Now he looked like he wanted to cry.
"Y/n, no... you know me better than that. I'm just... a big oaf, but I would never take advantage of you. I just... I wanna be with you. And yes, I... I really wanna fuck you... but not as a buddy. I want you to be my girl. We don't have to do a damn thing. I'd be elated to just hold you for five minutes, but I need you to know this. I--I'm in love with you."
(DDT into a flying body press, followed by a sit-down drop to the gut) I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop the onset of tears. Oh my God... oh my God, oh my God, oh my God... oh my FUCKING God! I opened my eyes slowly. We were nose to nose. He flicked his tongue lightly against my lips, and the bastard fucking smiled.
"Munson... hyou-- you're fucking evil." The words came out with my breath.
"I know..."
He cupped his hand under my knee, wrapping my thigh around his hip, and with an arm around my back, he pulled me flush against him. HOOOLY FUCKING SHIT! I could feel how hard he was as he ground his bulge against my aching cunt. My fucking eyes rolled into the back of my head and my breathing hitched. Jesus, Fuck! He was playing so dirty. I wanted to curse him out, spew every obscenity known to man and then some. When I opened my eyes, he was smiling devilishly.
"But you still wanna fuck me... don't you?"
I nodded involuntarily, as if I no longer had control of my body, and Eddie's tongue shot into my mouth. His kiss was hurried, and vivacious, our faces smashed so close together it hurt... but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and without parting he hiked me up by my thighs and carried me to my bed.
He fell onto the mattress with me on top of him, shifting his body under my weight, continuing to breathe new life into me. His hands found my ass, greedily squeezing before gliding gently up my sides, lifting my shirt. The touch of his hands on my bare skin sent shockwaves up my spine. I broke away just long enough to grab the bunched fabric and rip it over my head throwing it to the floor. Like he couldn't function without them, he found my lips again.
"Mmm, mhh, hhhh... Bunny, I know I joke, but I'm not fuckin' around. Are you sure you want this?" He smoothed back my hair and searched my eyes.
I smiled brightly, tears flowing freely. "Eddie, I want this. I want you."
"Yeah?" He asked, just to be sure.
When I nodded he crashed his lips to mine, drinking them in, savoring them as I've wanted him to for so fucking long.
He rolled me onto my back, trailing hot, wet kisses down my neck, licking softly between my breasts. The heat of his breath was like fire on my skin, and it burned so good. He gently tugged at the front of my bra freeing my perky tits, stopping to admire me.
"Jesus H. Christ... you're so beautiful."
When he finally took a hard peak into his mouth, my back arched, my brow creased, my teeth clenched, and I sucked in a breath of praise, shaking from the stimulation.
"Mmm... Jesus, you're nipples are sensitive. Have they always been like that?"
"N-no... hoh--only when I'm... really turned on. And I-- I've been waiting... so long... for you to touch me like this."
I gasped as he gently flicked my nipple with the tip of his tongue, trailing it up my neck. He placed a chaste kiss on my lips, cupped my cheek, and kissed my forehead tenderly before leaning his on mine.
"My sweet, beautiful Bunny. I've been dreaming of touching you like this for ages, and I wanna take my time with you... to make our first time together last, but I don't think either one of us is gonna make it." He let out a breathy laugh. "Just seeing you, hearing you... knowing how you make me feel, and... knowing how you feel about me..."
He was shaking with urgency, lip quivering, running his hands through my hair, brushing my face with his fingertips... he was manic... and it was beautiful.
"Eddie... I know... there'll be time for all that. I just wanna be with you now."
He exhaled, eyes still shut tight, and he nodded before claiming my lips in a passionate kiss.
"Mhhhh... you're sure about this? About me?"
I gave him a sweet pout, cupped his face, and pulled his forehead to mine.
"Eddie... I want everything with you... and only you."
His whimper was resounding, muffled by my own as we kissed feverishly.
"Mmhhh, Y/n... are you safe? Can-can I take you raw?"
His expression was sweet. He was watching, waiting, yearning as he searched my face.
"Eddie, yes... I love you."
The instant the words left my lips he ravished mine. I ripped off his shirt and tossed it away, quickly locking lips again as he rushed to undo his belt. Without parting we both fumbled with his jeans only bothering to push them just past his hips, and in seconds he was pushing himself inside me. I sucked in a sharp breath, and he was shaking, mouth agape, eyes shut tight as he buried himself to the hilt.
"Ohhhhhsweet... Jeeesus!" He stilled, little broken moans reverberating throughout his chest as we got used to each other.
"Eddie, it's ok... I'm-I'm ok, uuh! Hyou--you can move."
He exhaled heavily and slowly started thrusting, adjusting to the tight space.
"GodDAMN! Hyou, mgghh... you feel better than anything I could've imagined. So soft, so warm... so fucking tight! Jesus, you're perfect."
He leaned his forehead to the crook of my neck as he picked up his pace. I was moaning like a harlot, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. It was pure fucking bliss. I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him so close.
"I... I couldn't take it anymore." He breathed out. "I--I've been in love with you... since the day we met. Needed this... needed you... so fucking bad. Haww, uhhhh, FUCK!"
My heart skipped a beat. His thrusts were steady, almost prolonged, like he didn't want to consider the notion of this moment ending.
"Eddie, mhhh... I-- I've been dying to hear you say those words."
He lifted his head to look at me, and he was beaming, smoothing my hair back.
"Mhh, my angel. You... you doin' ok? You feel good? Uhhhh."
UGGGG! He was so fucking sweet.
"Eddie..." I ground my hips into him, coaxing from him a delicious guttural moan. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, but I grabbed his face and forced him to look at me. "I'm loving this. We're finally together. Please... don't stop until you make me yours."
He stared at me as if he wasn't sure I was telling the truth. I placed a small kiss of reassurance on his lips, and they turned up into a huge smile. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was about to cry. He immediately claimed my lips, wrapped his arms around my back, and started to move faster. His movements, his touch, his eyes... they said so much, and nothing at all. He made me feel so goddamn good I began to come undone.
"Eddie... I'm-I'm close."
"Uhhh, that's my girl." He immediately rolled us over so he was on his back. "Fuck me, Bunny. Make yourself feel good, ungghh, mhhh yeah, just like that. Hoh, oh fuck! Cum... cum for me, Bunny."
I pressed my hands, to his chest, spread my thighs wide, and fucked him hard until all I could do was throw my head back and scream his name.
"Eddie, oh, ohfuck, FUCK! EDDIE!!!"
I came hard on his thick cock. His body tensed, and I knew he was done for, but I continued to grind and swirl my hips.
"Eddie, I wanna hear you, feel you. Cum inside me, baby. Please... cum for me."
I have never heard a more beautiful sound in my life. He pulled me down, rolled us over, laced our fingers together, and held them above my head, as he ground his hips into mine.
"Mm-Y/n, I'm-I'm gonna fill you up... make you mine. Uhhhhh, fuck... FUCK!"
He gave one more powerful thrust, and his body shuddered. Making the most lewd, yet seductive sound I ever had the pleasure of witnessing, he pumped me full of his seed. Once he was finished he collapsed onto his side, his chest heaving, covered in a sheen of sweat.
"Uhhh... mhhh, h-holy shit..."
He smiled, met my blitzed-out gaze, and started laughing. I placed my hand on his cheek, and he closed his eyes, leaning into my touch. When he opened them he let out a content sigh. He reached for me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me into the spoon position. Looking down at me, he tilted my chin with his finger so he could see my face. He smiled brightly as an equally giddy smile crossed my lips, and he kissed me, squeezing me tight. I couldn't describe the happiness I felt.
"Eddie?"
"Yeah, Bunny?"
"How did you know?"
He chuckled. "I heard you talking to Robin earlier."
"You were eves dropping?"
"Guilty as charged. I knew it was wrong, but I'm glad I did it."
"Hmm, me too. Do you really wanna go to prom?"
"Not particularly. But I'm not about to let you guys have all the fun without me, so I'm willing to damage my hard-earned rep for you. I just wanna be with you, Bunny."
He placed sweet, wet kisses on my bare shoulder.
"Well, you're one hell of a dancer. Surprised the shit outta me." Mhh, those fucking giggles.
"I know a thing or two." He took his arm from around my waist, laced our fingers together, and held them close to my chest. "I also knew I'd get you to fuck me."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Eddie Munson... you're such an ass... but don't ever change." I turned my head to look at his smiling face, and he kissed me passionately. "Mmm, so... why didn't you tell me you liked me? I was on the verge of imploding."
"I could ask you the same thing."
"I asked you first."
"Hmm, m-hm, hmm! Well, I wanted to. Gareth was my number one cheerleader... but I was too chicken shit. I couldn't stand the thought of losing you if you didn't feel the same way. But when I heard you talking to Robin... it was like... a weight lifted from my shoulders. I love you, Y/n... so fucking much. I fell in love with you the moment we were introduced... but you were so young. So when you turned 18, I just..."
"You started laying it on thick. Jesus, I can't believe I didn't put two and two together."
"Yeah, well... it seemed to have the opposite effect I was going for. Apparently I came off a lot more irritating than charming, so Gareth and Jeff told me to dial it back, and that's when the small talk started."
"I can't believe I was so blind."
"You and me both, Bunny, but now it's your turn, so fess up."
"Hmm, then let me up. I need to show you something."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes, just for a moment. I promise."
Eddie kissed my knuckles and reluctantly let me up. I retrieved a stack of sketchbooks and made my way back to the bed. I plopped down and placed the books in front of him.
"Go ahead."
He rolled onto his side, and I watched as he opened them and scanned the pages in disbelief.
"Are-are these for the project?"
"No. Look at the dates."
He checked them all, page after page, book after book.
"You... you've been drawing me since freshman year?"
"Yeah. That's why I never let you see anything. I know that's kinda creepy, but I just..."
"Uh... this one's far from creepy. We are definitely doing this later."
He pointed to one of my more risqué drawings, smiling mischievously, and I blushed.
"Anyway..." I exaggerated, "I couldn't keep my eyes off you. I've been crazy about you since my first day of school. And when we finally started hanging out, and you began teasing me all the time, I fell for you... hard, but by that point I was deep in the friend zone, and it seemed like you only thought of me as one of the guys. I didn't wanna jeopardize our friendship either, so... I hid my feelings. I thought if you knew the truth... that our banter, the flirting... everything... would all end, so I played along. But when the teasing got worse it became excruciating, so I started lashing out. But I love you, Eddie... with all my heart, and after what we just shared... I've fallen even harder."
I was balling like a baby, and when Eddie trapped me in his arms I melted into him.
"Hey, don't cry, Bunny."
I chuckled through sobs. "They're happy tears, Eddie. Just years of pent-up emotion and sexual frustration finally being expelled. And I really dig the name Bunny. You can call me that one all the time."
"Done. My sweet... soft... beautiful... raging... wrathful Bunny." He kissed my lips between every word. "Mmm, mhh. Can I spend the night?"
"What? Oh, fuck no! Get your shit and go. I got what I wanted." I smiled playfully.
"Hey now, there's only room in this relationship for one asshole."
"I beg to differ."
He wiggled out of his jeans, pulled me down with him and we held each other close. It took mere minutes for us to succumb to the exhaustion. It was the best night's sleep I've had in a long time.
~~~~~
Prom night had finally come. My house was abuzz as all the girls gathered here to get ready while our parents socialized. I was a ball of nerves waiting to see what Eddie had in store for me.
"Alright, look up and hold still... now close your eyes." Nancy lifted my chin and proceeded to apply my eye eyeliner.
"Thanks for doing this, Nancy. Robin and I aren't really make-up girls."
"Don't mention it. You're much less fidgety than Robin."
Nancy was such a sweet girl. Another perk of being friends with Mike and Steve.
"There we go. Hand me your lipstick."
I did as she asked, and she proceeded to apply.
"So... how are you and Munson dealing at school? Blot."
I opened my mouth and clamped my lips down on the piece of toilet paper Nancy was holding.
"Well, we had our fair share of jock harassment on Monday, but I nipped that one in the bud."
"Yeah, Jonathan and I dealt with that crap too. Just let it roll off your shoulder. People eventually get bored. And how about prom? I never thought I'd see the day when Munson would attend."
"Yeah, he feels like he's going against everything he stands for, but if you ask me, I think he's secretly enjoying himself. He won't tell me a damn thing about his outfit, just that I needed to wear black and red. Steve took him shopping, but Eddie swore him to secrecy. All Steve would say is that once he showed Eddie that he could look good and keep his metalhead flair he was very receptive. Steve was proud of him."
Nancy flashed a sweet smile.
"Nancy! Y/n! Get your asses up here! The boys will be here any minute!"
"Keep your panties on Robin, we're comin'!" I took a deep breath as Nancy put the finishing touches on my make-up.
"Ok, all done."
I took one last look at myself in the mirror. My hair was huge, but it fit the theme, and my make-up looked amazing.
"Nancy, you're a miracle worker. I appreciate it!"
"No problem. I love these colors on you. Too dark for my taste, but they suit you."
We smiled at each other, put on our masks, wrapped an arm around each other, and squeezed each other's shoulders.
"Well... you ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
Nancy took my hand and we headed upstairs.
~~~~~
"AHHHHH!!! You... look... amazing. Eddie's gonna flip his shit."
"Thanks, Robin."
"Alright girls, get together. I want some pictures. Make sure you have your masks."
"Mom, wait. Where's Max and El."
"We're right here!" Max yelled, dragging El behind her.
We all gathered in my living room in front of the fireplace, pushing and shoving, trying to get situated.
"Alright, girls. Everyone look this way. One... two... three!"
"Cheeeeeeese!" We all chimed in unison.
We appeased our parents with several photos and that's when we heard the horns.
"Ooo! They're here. Come on let's go!"
Robin grabbed my hand and yanked me toward the front door. Standing in the driveway we watched as two limos pulled up the street. Girls and mothers alike joined the reprise or 'ooo's' and 'ahh's' and 'wows' as the boys piled out of the limos dressed to the nine. They were all so handsome.
"I don't see Eddie."
As soon as the words left my lips it was like the parting of the Red Sea. All the boys moved to the side to reveal Eddie in a devil mask wearing all black save for the red paisley vest and the trim that lined his leather waistcoat. It was gothic steampunk meets metalhead pirate. When he removed his mask he was smiling.
"Someone catch me, I think I'm gonna faint."
Robin grabbed my arm. It was like time stopped, save for Eddie and me. I stood there with my jaw on the ground, eyeballing him up and down as the boys made their way toward us. It was like watching a slow-motion male model montage. When Eddie was finally in front of me he pulled a single long-stemmed rose from behind his back and presented it to me.
"My lady."
I took it hesitantly, unable to speak. I just gawked trying to find my voice.
"You um... ha! Good God you look... so goddamn fuckable," I managed to whisper.
He chuckled. "Hmm, later. I see you followed my instructions. You look absolutely gorgeous. And the bunny mask? Excellent touch."
"I like yours too. Is that your way of protesting your participation in the forced social conformity?"
He chuckled and nodded. "I thought you'd appreciate that."
He claimed my lips with so much passion I forgot we were surrounded by a giant group of people, including my parents.
"Alright, alright. Break it up you two."
We broke apart in protest. Eddie looked at the ground sheepishly, and I pawed at my face, making sure my make-up wasn't a mess.
"Um, sorry Dad."
"Yeah, I'm sorry Mr. Y/l/n. She's just..." Eddie turned to look at me, "so beautiful."
"Mm-hm, she's also my little girl, so mind your manners." My dad held out his hand to Eddie, which he shook happily and with much relief. "You clean up nice, Eddie."
"Thanks, Mr. Y/l/n." They smiled before my dad clapped Eddie's shoulder in approval.
"Oh, get outta the way. Let me take a look at you, Eddie." My mom cupped his cheeks and gave him a once-over. "You look so handsome."
She trapped him in a hug, kissed him on the cheek, pulled back, and smiled.
"Thank you, Mrs. Y/l/n."
He kissed my mom's hand, making her blush, and then she ran to her next victim.
"Gareth Emerson, get your butt over here! Ooo, and who is this pretty lady?"
My mom's voice trailed off and Eddie and I laughed, focusing on each other. After several minutes of socializing and more pictures, I reminded my parents that we were all spending the night at Steve's, and then we finally made our way inside the limos and headed to Hawkins Hall.
~~~~~
The prying eyes were everywhere, but to our surprise, they were out of delight and not hatred.
"Bunny, is it just me, or have the jocks backed off lately?"
"Yeah, I may've had something to do with that."
"Oh? How's that?"
"Well, Monday was the last straw, so I told Carver that if he doesn't shut his dick licker and leave us and the other outcasts alone, the whole school would find out what he and his goons do in the locker room when they think no one's looking."
"Hahaha! What?! Are you serious?"
"Mm-hm."
"And how, pray tell, did you come across that juicy bit of gossip?"
"Well, it pays to have an ex-jock as a friend."
"Wha... Harrington told you this?!"
"That I did, my good man." Steve appeared out of nowhere and clapped Eddie on the shoulder. "Y/n came to the video store a few months back practically in tears, and I was pissed. I can't stand those assholes either, so... I figured that information might come in handy."
"Harrington, I could kiss you."
"Please don't."
They both smiled, and with a chuckle, Eddie patted Steve on the back.
"Thanks for the help, man. You're alright."
Steve gave Eddie's shoulder another pat and proceeded to escort Robin into the building. ~~~~~
I'm surprised none of us passed out from exhaustion. We sat only to eat. The rest of the time we were on the dance floor regaling each other with our moves.
Lucas was a break dancing and moonwalk prodigy. Dustin is a master at the worm. Max and El can replicate any Madonna move known to man. It was a fucking riot. We were cracking each other up with the more ridiculous dances, like me catching Eddie with the fishing pole, Steve and Robin doing the sprinkler, Steve, Eddie, Jonathan, Robin, me, and Nancy doing the library dance from 'The Breakfast Club', all the younger boys doing the Robot, and the lot of us doing the running man. Eddie even had a chance to flaunt his usual shenanigans, which meant dancing on top of a table. That was until Mrs. S. came over and made him get down. And me being a closet disco nerd was forced by Robin to do John Travolta's dance from Saturday Night Fever. I was so fucking nervous, but the cheers, and accompaniment of several other students who also knew the dance, including Robin and Chrissy Cunningham, helped my fear to dissipate. And of course, the majority of the student body performed Michael Jackson's Thriller. At the end of the night, to no one's surprise, Jason and Chrissy were crowned prom king and queen.
It was almost surreal. For the first time in... well, ever... there was no anger or animosity. Everyone in the building was getting along, and when it came time to leave, Chrissy made sure to find me and tell me how much fun she had dancing with me. She gave me a sincere smile and a big hug, but the strangest thing of all was when Jason confronted Eddie, but instead of disdain he offered a handshake thanking him for the entertainment. Eddie accepted his hand and congratulated him on winning prom king, and they actually smiled at each other. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't have believed it.
When it came time for the after-party at Steve's house, Eddie and I took the opportunity to slip away and head back to his trailer so we could be alone.
~~~~~
We devoured each other like animals as we made our way through his trailer to his room. Feverish, sloppy kisses, lips and chins and necks, back to lips, until he pulled away, revealing a malevolent smile.
"As gorgeous as you are in this dress... I've been waiting all night to get you out of it. Off... now."
I did as he commanded, slowly peeled off my dress, and let it fall to the floor. My black lace bra and panties, stalkings, and garter belt were all that remained.
"Jesus Christ, you're stunning, Bunny."
Eddie stared at me with a carnal desire, drinking in the sight of my body, removing his clothing until he was shirtless. He advanced toward me slowly and started running his hands gently up my sides, and around my shoulders so he could unclasp my bra. I stood completely still as he dropped the flimsy article to the floor. He backed away slowly, his eyes glued to my tits. When he met my gaze I made a show of removing my panties, but when I tried to remove my stalkings he grabbed my hands.
"No... leave 'em on. The garter belt too. You're perfect just like this."
Eddie was breathing heavily, blackness consuming his eyes. He leaned forward to trap my nipple between his lips, sucking, licking, teasing each one in turn as I cradled his head, my needy whines and mewells filling the room.
"Mrrmm, Eddie... hyou-you're gonna make me cum."
"Mhhhh..." He released my nipple with a pop and straightened up. "Not yet, Bunny. I wanna taste you first." He gently cupped my tits and licked at my lips until I took his tongue into my mouth. "Hmmm... can I taste you?" He whispered his words, his hot breath sweeping across my face.
"Hhhhyes."
Before I knew it I was on my back, and Eddie was licking a slow, soft trail down my stomach. He latched his lips to the tender flesh of my waistline and sucked a deep purple mark into my skin.
"Mmm... you're mine now, Bunny. I can finally take my time with you."
All I could do was moan at his words. He kissed his mark, knelt on the floor in front of me, and pulled me to the edge of his bed. I could feel his hands, the cool metal of his rings, smoothing gently over my inner thighs, spreading them. I caught the sound of an inhale and felt his warm breath against my wet heat when he exhaled.
"Oh, Bunny, your scent... I need it all over me. On my fingers... my face... hmmm, my tongue. Look at me." I lifted my head long enough for his eyes to silently ask for permission. I gave him a shy nod, but instead of diving in like I figured he would, he lingered, took a quick taste with a flick of his tongue, and savored.
"Mgghh, Christ, that's so sweet."
The instant I felt his fingers slip into my folds I shrieked. His touch was gentle, massaging my thigh with one hand as his fingers barely grazed my inner lips and my clit. It was at that moment I knew that he was hell-bent on torturing me, teasing me, prolonging my pleasure until I was ready to burst. He wasn't going to give me what I so desperately wanted, not until I was begging for it, for him... and I would. I would do anything this man asked of me if it pleased him. When I felt the tip of his finger trace light circles over my clit I wanted to cry. I had a moment's reprieve when he stopped to lick his fingers clean.
"Mmmm, hhhhhh, Bunny, you taste like heaven... but if you don't stop squirming I'm gonna have to pin you down."
"Eddie... wh-why are you being so cruel?"
"Oh, Bunny... I've only just begun."
He blew a light stream of air on my clit until I whined, then he licked me gently from my dripping hole to my hard bud. I was thrashing around, trying to quell the sensation, only to have my thighs pinned to the mattress, by his strong, unyielding grip. Using the tip of his tongue he lightly teased the sensitive skin of my lips, and toyed with my swollen clit until I was sobbing from the pleasure. I tried to touch my sensitive nipples, to rush my release, but he reached up, locked his hands around my wrists, and held them at my sides so he could use his forearms to pin my thighs, then he flattened his tongue and licked from my ass to my clit. I screamed in frustration.
"Eddie, for fuck sake, please! Please let me cum."
He ignored my plea, continuing to fuck me with his tongue until he was ravenous. His pace not letting up as he devoured my pussy like he was starving.
"Holy fucking shit, Munson! Stop... please, just, just fucking stop!"
He halted immediately, breathing heavily. When he took a hand from my wrist to wipe his face, I made my move, twisting violently until I was free of his agonizing hold. I got to my knees, grabbed him by his belt, and pulled him roughly onto the bed, pushing him onto his back. I crawled up his body, straddled his head, and sank my cunt onto his waiting mouth. He dug his fingers into my thighs, the pain shooting through me, but I didn't care. I could finally get what I wanted.
"Mhhhh, Eddie... Yes, YES!" He moaned at my praise, sending chills up my spine. Fuck! The things this man can do with his mouth. I tangled my fingers tightly into his hair and fucked his face. "Munson... hoh... shit, SHIT!!! Hyou... you're gonna tell me... every dirty detail... about how you learned to do this... so fucking well! Fuck, I wanna cum for you!"
He moaned into my pussy. I could hardly control my breathing as small high-pitched whimpers escaped my lips. I was so close to the edge.
"Mhhhhhh..."
The vibrations of his moans, his caressing lips, and the flick of his tongue against my clit were making me buck even harder as his painful grip on my thighs held me steady. I've never felt pleasure like this. He was too good, I could feel a sensation so incredibly earth-shattering building inside me. He must've felt it too 'cause he reached up to tease my nipples, as he feasted, lapped, licked, and sucked at my dripping pussy. My whimpers were loud, shameless, and FUCK were they warranted. I was plunged into a realm of pleasure and bliss, and Eddie was the cause. I let go of his hair, cupped his hands over my tits, and ground my pussy against his face as I experienced the most intense orgasm in the history of sex.
"OhhhhhhFUCK!!! Oh... GOD!... Eddie, EDDIE... Holy SHIT!!!"
"Mmmm, that's it, Bunny. Mhhhhhh."
I continued screaming his name as he greedily sucked and lapped at the sticky mess that poured from my pussy.
"Mmmmm! Fuck! You're taste... it's so goddamn satisfying! Hhhmm!"
He lapped once more at my overstimulated clit. I tried to steady my breathing as I climbed off of him, collapsing onto my back. Breathing heavily he turned his head to look at me, rolled onto his side, and propped himself on his elbow so he could stare at me. His eyes trailed up and down my body, so I decided to tease him. He was in the perfect position to watch. I put my knees up and spread them wide, dipping a finger into my still-dripping folds. I coated it with my slick juices and ran a trail of cum up the middle of my body before raising my finger to his lips. He let out an adorable whimper before sucking it clean.
"Mmmmm... Jesus Christ... you're fucking intoxicating."
He shifted his body, hovering above me so he could trace the trail of cum with his tongue, then he pressed his weight against me, kissing me deeply, passionately before he got to his knees to unbuckled his belt. He undid his pants and pushed them off. Once they were on the floor with the rest of our discarded clothing, he leaned over me, the head of his throbbing cock pushing against my heat. He took my hard peaks into his mouth once more gently teasing my sensitive nipples with the tip of his tongue. The soft tickles were too much to bear, and I almost came, only to be denied. He sat back on his heels, his knees spread wide so his massive erection was standing at attention between my legs, but before he could pull me toward him I quickly got on all fours facing him and wrapped my lips around his swollen head.
"Ohhhhhhhhh..." he breathed out.
He started convulsing as I used my tongue to toy with his slit. I sucked his head into my mouth and slowly swallowed him whole until my nose was touching his coarse, dark pubes. He brushed his fingers through my hair, holding it back so he could watch as I took him in and out of my mouth.
"Oh, Bunny... uhhhhyeah... suck me, beautiful... just like that... ohhhhhh."
Still sitting on his heels he leaned back, braced himself on his hands, and spread his knees wider. I pulled all the way off of him before sucking him into the back of my throat.
"OH!! God...DAMMIT!!!"
I swallowed hard around him, releasing him to catch my breath, and sank again, slurping and gagging as he used one hand to hold my head, and I loved every second of it. When he let me surface for air his chest was heaving. I grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed as I vigorously sucked his tip. He sucked in a hiss, his breath catching in his throat, chest heaving as I started to work him faster. His vocals just made me more feral.
"Oh...SWEET JESUS!!! You're... you're fucking phenomenal... Uhhnnggg..."
My strokes and his breathing became more erratic.
"Oh, oh, fuck! That's my good girl, my good Bunny, mhhhhh... keep-keep going. Take me deep. OhhhhhhFuck! YES!"
With his fingers clenched in my hair and his cock lodged deep in my throat, I sucked his soul through his dick. His body was shuddering, jolt after jolt of sexual electricity, until he pulled my head up.
"Jesus Christ! That-that's so fucking good, hhmhh... but I don't wanna cum yet..... HOH! GODDAMN!"
His whole body tensed as I licked him from balls to tip, sucking his sensitive head one last time. When he opened his eyes he caught my smug smile, threw his head back, and started laughing.
"That was payback, you teasing fuck."
His laugh morphed into a heady moan as I trailed my tongue through his pubes, over the wiry muscles of his stomach until I was on my knees, teasing his hard nipple with my tongue. He caressed my head tenderly as I suckled before he forced it up and shoved his tongue down my throat.
"MmmHmmm... hhhhhhh. O-ok, I get it. I've met my match. Now lie back baby girl."
With his knees under my thighs and my hot wet cunt begging to be filled, we made eye contact.
"Oh, Bunny... you're so gorgeous it hurts. Are you ready for me?"
"Munson, if you don't put your dick inside me, like yesterday, I'm never speaking to you again... now fuck me!"
I threw my head back and whimpered as Eddie grasped my thighs and plunged his cock deep inside me.
"Oh, FUCK! Munson! PLEASE!"
I stared at him through half-lidded eyes, mouth agape as I rubbed my tits. With every powerful thrust I became more and more excited... and so very close to another intense orgasm. He used a thumb to tease my sensitive clit. I arched my back, my tits moving up and down with every heavy breath. He dug his fingers into my thigh, still teasing my clit as he continued to pound into me, willing me to scream his name.
"Oh... FUCK! EDDIE!!! Oh my God. I'm gonna cum!!!"
"That's it Bunny... take my cock. Wanna, MRRGGG! Wanna watch your sweet pussy gush from what I do to you. I want it all over me."
"Oh, that fucking mouth, Munson!"
"You mean this mouth?"
He wrapped his arms around the small of my back, leaning down to lick and kiss my navel, then he lifted me upright so he could claim my tits again, licking and sucking as he held me close, his course hair rubbing against my clit as he fucked up into me. My walls started to clench around him, so he laid me down and ran his hand from my tits back to my clit.
"Scream for me, Bunny... scream my fucking name!"
He commanded me, letting his head fall back as he fucked me and continued to rub circles around my clit with his thumb.
"Oh... holy shit, Eddie! EDDIE! Oh my GOD!"
Screaming, I clenched the sheets and a burst of liquid sprayed all over his abdomen.
"YES! OHHHHHHFUCK!!! I'm-I'm gonna bust. C-can I come inside you?"
"Yes! Do it!"
He slammed into me one last time and his whole body tensed.
"Ohhhhh, Fuck!!! God.... DAMMIT!!! HOHHHH, ohhh my gorgeous girl."
His fingers dug into my waist until he rode out his release and collapsed on top of me. I threw my limbs around him as he poured all of his emotion into our kiss. I was on the verge of tears.
"Munson... I love you. I love you so much." We hugged each other so tight. "Hyou... you can do that to me forever if you like."
He looked up, still breathing hard, and smiled. Staring into my eyes with all the love in the world, he brushed some hair from my face, placed one more passionate kiss on my smiling lips, rolled us onto our sides, and pulled me tightly to his chest.
"Hmm, my beautiful, raging... wrathful, Bunny. I love you more than life itself. Ending our friendship was the best decision we ever made."
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Thank you for reading! Be excellent to each other, and get your Munson on!
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Freddy 'Boom Boom' Washington from 'Welcome Back Kotter'... Hi there!
Vinnie Barbarino from 'Welcome Back Kotter'
The Beatles 'Another Girl' video from the movie 'Help'
Your prom dress and mask.
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I'm about to ramble like I've never rambled before.
Season five is going to have the most well executed displays of affection and romantic moments not only because byler will be happening but also because this show has always been about LOVE. Love has been constant throughout the entire show. It's always been about love saving the day. Which is why we see what happens when love is unwavering. When it's hidden. When it's suppressed. We see the consequences of believing there is a "right way" to love. We see the consequences of performing love. And we see the rewards of just loving. No matter what other people say. No matter if people think you're crazy. If you love someone you fight for them even when everyone tells you it's wrong. Or that you shouldn't. Or that you should give up.
That is most prevalent in season one and two.
In season one the whole town thinks Joyce is crazy. But she says it herself "Maybe I'm crazy! Maybe I'm out of my mind! But god help me I will keep these lights up until the day I die if I think there's a chance that Will is still out there!" Jonathan and Nancy team up to kill the demogorgon because they love Will and Barb respectively. Mike, Lucas, and Dustin continue to search for Will even when it will get them in trouble. Even when it's dangerous. Even when everyone believes he's dead. They keep searching and they keep fighting because they love him.
In season two Joyce, Jonathan, and Mike do not stop trying to reach Will. Even when he appears to be gone, they keep reaching. And once they reach him they keep holding on. And even when Will tells them to close the gate, likely knowing it will kill him, they don't accept that. Joyce finds a way. Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Max, and Steve find a way to give El and Hopper a fighting chance. All of their actions are fueled by unwavering love and loyalty for each other.
This show has always been about love. It has been the lifeblood of the entire series. It has been a constant, so much so that you almost become blind to it. Because unwavering love is the baseline, you don't really notice it until something changes. That's what seasons three and four did. They made us notice that the baseline existed in the first place. We started to see fluctuations.
In season three, Mike and El are constantly off in their own little world, they aren't considerate of their friends. Will is feeling completely and totally isolated and like the group is falling apart. Dustin is separated from them for the entire season. Will says it best in the rain fight "where's Dustin? See you don't know and you don't even care! And obviously he doesn't either and I don't blame him!". The Party has their good moments in season three, but gone is the shameless love and unwavering support that they once offered each other. Lucas and Mike leave Will out and make fun of him. Which is so unlike them. None of them actually believe Suzie exists, and they humor Dustin in a condescending manner. Dustin isn't an idiot, he knew that they were being condescending. But he chose to give them the benefit of the doubt and tolerate them because it was so unusual for them to be so mean to each other. In conclusion, season three shows us the consequence of the loss of that unwavering and unselfish love.
(color code for this point on: genuine love / performance / something that is not loving)
In season four, there is even more fluctuating. The season starts off with El lying in her letter to Mike. Ending a letter of lies with "Love, El". Which is an interesting juxtaposition to the concept of "true love". Will's feelings are spotlighted by the mention of the painting and the "girl" he might like. Mike and Dustin are not supportive of Lucas, and they are not there to celebrate his accomplishments. Will is supportive of El and tries to comfort her in the face of her "failures". (Not that I think her class presentation was a failure, she did amazing. But she felt like she had failed.) Lucas continues to reach out to Max and pay attention to her even when she continuously pushes him away; even when she's mean. We see Mike and El putting on fake smiles, it's clear that they can't be themselves in this relationship. They're once again ignoring Will. Mike and Will fight again. Mike and El have their fight about Mike's inability to say "I love you" and about how he makes El feel like a monster. Joyce and Murray go to FUCKING RUSSIA to save Hopper. Mike and Will begin to patch up their relationship. Will gives Mike the painting and along with it his veiled love confession. And although it's hidden behind a flimsy lie, it is such a beautiful act of love. Because the lie is not selfish. He's lying because he believes it is what's best for Mike, not himself. He hands over his heart on a silver platter for Mike and tells him that it's someone else's because he believes that's what Mike needs. Although it is dishonest, it is closer to the concept of "true love" than El's letter from the beginning of the season. (Not a lot of consistency. Well, there's consistent inconsistency. This season is so far from the baseline)
And then we have Mike's monologue. Mike's monologue that brings the concept of "love saves the day" to front and center stage. And for the first time we see them completely and utterly lose.
(I'd like to say that I hate the way people say that the deaths in season 4 are Mike's fault because of the monologue. They are not his fault, he is 14 oh my god please stop putting that on him. But the loss is crucial to understanding why that baseline I was talking about is so important.)
In the first two seasons, when we were at this "baseline", the show never told us that love was going to save the day. It didn't have to tell us. It was obvious, but not in a dramatic and cheesy way. The monologue is dramatic and cheesy. It uses romance tropes that no one actually likes. It doesn't line up with any of Mike's behavior throughout the entire show. This is the first time that the show states over and over again "love is going to save the day". It's this big dramatic moment that falls flat on its face because we have never needed them to tell us this before. So why are they telling us now?
"Forced conforming. That's what's killing the kids."
For the first time, stranger things conforms to the usual dramatics of the "love saves the day" trope. And a kid literally dies.
In season one, when they find Will in the UD, we know what has led to this moment. We know that Joyce has fought her way to this moment fueled by nothing but unwavering love and an unyielding belief that her son was out there. That he was alive. Then they find him dead. But Joyce and Hopper fought for Will for that entire week, why would they stop fighting now. So Hopper starts cpr, and it's an intense moment. But it's not dramatic. It's just real, and raw. It's a mother desperately begging her son to come back to her. And Will lives.
Compare that to the dramatics of the monologue while Max is being murdered? It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened there.
El brings Max back in a quiet moment. She finds her resolve and she says "No. You're not going." And this moment feels similar to when Will was resuscitated. Lucas is sobbing and desperate for someone to help. And El helps. That moment is not a performance. No one is there to see what she does. That moment is an act of true love. It's not fueled by a dramatic monologue. It's just love. For this one moment, we come back to the baseline.
Season four was about the performance of love. And conforming to the "right way" to love. That is why they failed.
I believe that season five will see the return to this baseline that I talked about. For all the types of love we see in the show, but the one I'm focused on is romantic love. (This is not me saying that romantic love is more important, it's just the one I'm thinking about the most right now)
Because not only has the show always been about love, it's also always been about Will. It started with him; it started with the group's love for him. If love is the lifeblood of the show, Will is the heart and soul of the show. And now there has been so much attention drawn to Will's romantic love for Mike, and his desire to be loved in that same way. He is so so sad because he believes that this form of love just isn't for him. His love being requited is a satisfying ending to his arc, but is also the perfect opportunity to bring the show back to its "baseline". Will's arc concluding with his love being requited is the perfect way to drive home the message they've been sending this entire time. The heart of the show deserves to receive the love it has inspired.
Will has loved Mike. Mike has loved Will. They don't need a big dramatic confession. They just need to be honest with themselves and honest with each other. True love.
This was just a ramble so I don't really have a conclusion and I don't know if anyone will understand what I'm trying to say. But this is an aspect of the show that I absolutely adore and I am so passionate about it and I just had to talk about it.
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S. HARRINGTON X F!READER
Sypnosis: The older ones of the group of Hawkins go to find where the gate to the upside-down is, making old struggles come back and those feelings come creeping up even more.
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All five of them were quiet on the boat, no one in the mood to talk right now as they all stared at the compass in Nancy's hand. It was still going bonkers and being completely incorrect, as it had been ever since they tried to find Eddie at Skull Rock. It was thanks to that that they had figured out there was probably a gate in Lovers Lake, and that explained just how the five oldest members of the group were now sitting in silence on the boat.
Nancy sat next to Robin on the front of the boat, with Eddie behind them, as y/n and Steve sat next to one another by the motor. It was cold and dark outside; the water was black as the night, and there was only the moon and the flashlight in Steve's hand that gave off light, making it less dark.
Steve let his eyes travel from the compass to y/n. She seemed to be on edge, but he understood completely. They were going to look for the gate to the upside-down, and that was the last place y/n wanted to be close to. His eyes lingered longer than he intended, like always lately and how it had been for a long time now. He didn't know how he suddenly fell for her, but it happened, and now she was on his mind more than any other girl ever.
When he thought about it, it might have been after she returned from her time in the upside-down. He had been there. He willingly came over to her house at night and would just spend time talking to her as she lay and listened, relaxing. Or how, after everything that happened at Starcourt Mall the previous summer, Steve was relieved when y/n invited him to stay at her house for the first time in about three months, as everything from months earlier had resurfaced.
He saw the girl he grew up with go from being an unscared and sweet girl to a shaking mess, but she eventually returned to the same girl. Talking about what happened with a lighter heart. But now, as Steve sat there in the boat next to her, he could see an unsure look on her face.
To say that since all of this started, Steve had started to be protective of y/n was an understatement. At first it was just him wanting to keep her close to him and be sure she was okay, but as not only was Chrissy dead but Fred also, if y/n wasn't close by, he would turn around and hold her by his side. Then, when Max had read her file and found out she had similar problems like Fred and Chrissy, Steve couldn't help but also connect some dots to y/n. She had trauma. She watched her biological parents die in a car crash, which she blamed on herself due to her distracting her dad while he was driving. Anyone else would say he did all this because he blamed himself for what happened last year.
"Woah, woah," Nancy reached to stop Robin and Eddie from going further. "Slow down, guys."
"Woah!" Steve exclaimed.
As they stopped, taking up the oars in the boat, the compass went even crazier and started to spin uncontrollably. As they stopped, y/n looked around and felt the slight rise of the hairs in her neck. She touched her neck and glanced over at the compass. Steve put a hand on her shoulder, giving a questioning look as he knew that move from last summer, thanks to Will Byers. But y/n said nothing and only continued to look around.
"Guys, what's going on?" Dustin asked through the walkie as he and Lucas noticed them stopping through the binoculars."Come on, guys, talk to me. What's going on?"
As y/n continued looking around, she then looked straight down into the water, leaning slightly over the edge of the boat and not focused on the compass like the rest. It was then that the sudden voice in her head made another chill go through her spine. "y/n, I was right after all. I knew we would meet again."
"Eh, Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital, uaAaahh." Answered Robin as she looked at the compass. y/n knew that there was a gate down there; she could feel it. She could hear faintly in her head how Vecna quite literally was telling her to get down there, to meet him again. She had been starting to take off her shoes and socks, making sure she didn't get noticed. But then, when Steve started to shuffle beside her and seemed to be looking through things in the boat more, everyone looked at him.
"Steve, what are you doing?" Nancy asked as he was taking off his shoes too. It seemed Nancy, Robin, and Steve did not notice y/n doing the same. But one person did, Eddie. He looked at her questionably.
"Someone's got to get down there to look at this thing," Steve said, looking up, not at Y/N but at the others, as if he thought she'd never go down there. "Unless any of you three can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then it's got to be me, okay, all right! "
"I think someone else has the same idea," Eddie commented, grabbing the others attention that went to y/n who had been quite the whole time. She swallowed, feeling the cold prickle her skin as she had just taken off her zip-up, being left in just a short-sleeved shirt.
"y/n?" Robin asked with a confused look as she looked at the girl.
"I can go," y/n said, and it was quite confident. "I'm also a certified lifeguard. I know how to dive and if anything is found and happens that gets me to the upside-down, I know how it works." y/n was now standing up in the boat, looking down at all four of them. Nancy glanced at Robin and then Eddie. To Steve, this was seen as a signal that they were for y/n going. So he stood up, almost a little too quickly as the boat became a bit unsteady, but y/n stood still, looking at him expectantly. waiting for yet another time where he would treat her like a kid, like he had been doing quite a lot lately.
"No." was all Steve said as he looked at y/n, but she didn't budge from where she stood and shook her head. Knowing that there was more to come. "No, you're not going down there. You're not going down there to risk getting back into the upside-down."
"Look, Steve," y/n sighed as she looked up at the boy. "I really don't care what you think. Forgive me if you see me as weak or whatever since what happened last year, but I'm just as capable as any of you four, so for once in a while, let me do this."
"You're not going down there. No more arguing." But y/n only sighed and rolled her eyes as she looked over the side of the boat.
"Steve," Nancy started. "It's actually not such a bad idea that it's her to go down there. She knows the upside-down and how to communicate if you get stuck. Right? " Nancy looked up at y/n who nodded her head, having tried to communicate with the others last year but failed, as it seemed none of them were listening closely enough.
"Besides, she's not reacting like in the summer when she froze up and all seeing that mind flayer thing, you know." Robin chimed in, trying to sound convincing and be helpful, but just as many times she ended up saying something that didn't help at all. But bless her heart.
"We're not arguing about this," Steve turned to y/n who was too irritated to even blush at him being shirtless. "I'm going, you're staying."
"Okey, you know what," y/n mumbled to herself and turned so she stood straight towards the edge of the boat. In a swift motion, she reached over towards Eddie, who had already held up the flashlight he had put into a plastic bag for her. Giving a slight smile before glaring at Steve. Their eyes were glued on one another until y/n smiled a bit too sweetly at him.
"If you don't want me to go, then come get me." With that, she dove straight into the water with no hesitation. She did a perfect and beautiful dive into the water, but her sudden dive took the others by shock, and Steve was immediately by the edge looking for the girl.
"Goddammit," Steve cursed as he shook his head and quickly got to diving in after y/n, only the protests from Nancy and Robin being heard before he was under water.
"Man, he didn't waste a second." Eddie commented and earned a glare from Nancy and Robin, who quietly agreed with Eddie.
The sudden splash that she could barely hear a good ten feet above her made y/n stop, pointing the flash up only to come face to face with Steve. But without even a second more, she turned back to diving further down. Focusing on the eerie voice in her head that got stronger in one direction but weaker in another. It called for her, the voice, whom she now thought had been Vecna ever since last year, asking her to join him. Steve, who was behind her, wanted to curse her out there and then if he could have been able to talk or breath under water.
Once at the bottom of Lovers Lake, Steve tapped y/n and showed he'd go in another direction, and y/n simply nodded at him. But soon, Steve realized that he had no light and was quickly by y/n who followed the tingling in her body and the voice in her head. They came to where a skeleton was, and it was not white and clean but brown and dirty looking. Just as they got over the stones by the skeleton, they were met by a light. The light was in a red hue, and immediately they both knew what it was. The gate.
Both of them swam closer and looked at it with great fascination. She knew that when this was all over, Steve would ask if she went through one of those portals to get stuck in the upside-down, but she knew her answer would be that she just happened to be there. It was something that seemed to cover the gate into the upside-down, like a skin layer. y/n reached her hand out and touched the skin-like cover of the gate, only to jerk back with Steve as a vine-like thing hit the skin like layer. Without wasting a second, they both returned to the surface as quickly as they could.
After what felt like the longest time ever, they both reached the surface. As oxygen entered their lungs for the first time in minutes, they breathed deeply to calm down. Robin, Eddie, and Nancy all looked over the edge at the two. y/n placed both her hands up on the edge of the boat and held on to relax her legs. Steve mimicked her move.
"We found it." y/n announced and the three in the boat smiled. "There's a gate."
"Dustin, you're a goddamm Einstein. Steve and y/n found the gate." Robin spoke with a smile into the walkie.
"It's pretty wild," Steve spoke out of breath, glancing over at y/n who was just resting and relaxing. "It's more like a snack-sized gate instead of a mama gate, but still, it's pretty big." y/n
nodded along when she felt something slimy slowly wrap around her ankle, then it tightened its grip on her leg, and suddenly she was pulled under the water for a split second, which took everyone by surprise. As she, for a moment, resurfaced, Steve looked at her with wide eyes. "What was that?"
"Something is pulling on my le-" And her sentence was cut short as she once more was pulled under the water and this time wasn't let go of. Everyone on the boat called for her, but their voices were muffled under the water. Steve cursed lowly to himself as he looked into the water and, without second thought, dove down after y/n.
"Steve!" Robin and Nancy called in unison, and had Robin not been in such a shocked state, she would have made a comment about them saying it at the same time.
"What the hell was that man?!" Eddie stressed behind the two girls as they did not know what to do.
Under the surface, Steve had gotten a hold of y/ns hand and was being dragged along with her down towards the gate. She reached both her hands to hold onto Steve's wrists but lost her grip as the vine pulled her down harder. A screm left her and, instead of oxygen, a fair bit of water entered her system. Steve fought harder to dive after her as fast as he could, but suddenly he was being pulled by a vine down into the gate.
It was sudden when the vine pulled her, so she fell into the air and then hit the hard ground. The upside-down. Steve came soon after her and hit the ground with a grunt, but both of them were dragged harder against the ground by the vines. Both of them fought against the vines as much as they could, both of their backs hurting from being dragged. And then they were pulled to a stop and the vines let go of both of them as they hit what seemed to be the boat in a lot of vines.
"Shit," Steve breathed as he slowly pushed himself to stand up and looked around, but the pain-filled groan coming from his left made him turn. "Woah, hey, you okay there y/n/n?"
Steve reached out to help her stand up as she rolled her shoulders for the pain in her back. Her eyes squeezed shut. He held his hands on her upper arms and waited for a reaction from her. "I hate those things."
It made Steve let out a short laugh as y/n opened her eyes and looked around. Her features, instead of sarcasm, got filled with discomfort as she looked around. The dark blue sky with a slight red, they stood in the middle of Lovers Lake minus the water. The vines were everywhere and the trees were left bare of leaves. But then there was also that dusty thing in the air. Steve's hands fell from y/ns shoulders as she reached up and touched the dust. She was back into the cold and dark as she once described the place.
"We should get—" But Steve was cut off by the rumble of lightning and the sky being painted a red color. A screech could be heard from the distance, and out of instinct, his hand reached out and grabbed y/n's as they both turned to see a creature in the distance.
"What are those?" Steve asked, with a quick look over his shoulder at y/n.
"I don't really know what the kids would call them, but I call them demo bats," y/n said as she could still hear the faint voice of what had to be Vecna in her head.
"Well," Steve said, taking two oars from the empty boat and handing one to y/n, who scowled at him. "Can you put up a fight against those things?"
"I can do my best. The second best option is to run."
"And how easy is that?" Steve stood with his back again y/n as they both looked opposite ways.
"Not the easiest."
When the demo bats were close by and started to attack the two, they started to hit them one by one. Steve had it easier to hit the demo bats. y/n, on the other hand, struggled a bit as the oars were quite heavy and hard to hold up. It being solid wood didn't help her case. But she did as well as she could and hit them herself. Occasionally, either Steve or y/n would cover the others' backs when a bat tried to attack all of a sudden.
"Die, you lousy piece of shit!" y/n yelled as she hit one of the bats repeatedly and seemed to forget that there were others. This was proven right that she had forgotten as one bat was able to wrap its tail around her wrist and pull her back. It caused her to fall and scream as the spikey thing on its tail stabbed her arm.
At her scream, Steve turned and began to angrily hit at the bats, trying to get them off of y/n. But all of a sudden, he too got pulled back as one had its tail wrapped around his neck and had him down on the ground in seconds. The bats split up on the two, some going to Steve and the rest on y/n. Both of them screamed in pain, y/n kicking around as she tried to free herself. Not being that held down as Steve, who had been held by his neck and began to get choked out.
Memories came back into y/ns mind as she fought for her life and tried to keep from getting bitten or hurt worse. The last time she was here, they had been her number one fear. It seems that this time, though, the bats didn't try to hurt her badly. as they only stabbed her in the arms a few times. It still hurt, but not the worst.
"Steve!" y/n called as she heard him fighting to breathe, but as she tried to get free, the bats tightened their grip.
It was when a demo bat was hit off by y/n and no longer held a death grip on her arm that she stopped struggling against it and turned her head. Since last year, y/n had never been so relieved to see a human. "Hi there," Nancy said quietly as she hit another off y/n.
"Not me! Help Steve," Nancy and Robin did as instructed and focused on assisting Steve in breaking free from the demo bat that was choking him out. Eddie took over and helped y/n get up, and they kept the newer bats that came for them away together.
y/n and Eddie turned to see Steve repeatedly hitting the demo bat that had tried to choke him into the ground. Over and over, the demo bat hit the ground and screeched in pain at the violent hits to the ground. He then put one foot on its one wing and began to pull the tail and was somehow able to tear it into two pieces. y/n blinked as she stared at him. Now, there was no more, and everyone began to do their own thing to calm down. Nancy was quick to check Steve and, after y/n, Eddie began his own little ramble of curses to the side as Robin stressed over the fact that she thought Steve could have rabies and wanted to get him checked out.
y/n let out a breath and walked over to Steve as Robin continued her little rant as Nancy was as nice as she could be and listened in.
"That looks nasty," y/n scrunched her face up as she took a quick look at Steve's lower stomach wound. "How are you feeling?"
"Other than a piece of flesh missing, I have never felt better." He smiled at her as he had taken a look at his wound himself. For a moment, his gaze just stayed there. He looked into y/n's eyes as they seemed to hold relief. But when his eyes landed on the stabbing she had received in her wrist, he immediately grabbed her arm and inspected it.
"Ow ow, be careful!" y/n swatted his shoulder. His eyes moved to look at her face for a second before he returned to inspecting the wounds. Some blood had seeped out of the rounded wounds, but nothing too bad. His hand holding her wrist more gently now.
A screech from the far distance made all five of them turn and look to see a few dark figures of demo bats heading for them. There was no way they were going to fight more of those things. Nancy had pointed to the woods, and in just a few seconds, all five of them were running for protection there. Steve, however, seemed to have forgotten about that y/n and had told himself he could handle herself as he dragged her with him. Holding tightly onto the right hand and never letting go. He would never do what he did last year. matter how much she wanted him to stop, Steve knew it was going to be hard to do so.
All five of them huddled together under Skull Rock. The demo bats flew right over the tree tops, and they never stopped screeching. But as the last of them faded into the distance, all five under Skull Rock let out the breaths they had been holding. y/n had been sandwiched between Nancy and Robin, who had somehow been able to rip her from Steve. y/n had a hold on Robin's arm to keep herself calm and finally released the girl. As she did, Robin pulled a face at her. "Ow," Robin said, shaking her arm. "What kind of death grip is that?"
"Sorry, but, you'll survive." y/n told her friend, who slapped her upper arm gingerly.
y/n then turned to Steve to see how it was going, but as she did so, he stumbled against the stone wall of Skull Rock. "Oh shit," Steve breathed as he leaned against the wall. y/n was quickly by his side, helping to steady him out.
She helped hold Steve's arm a bit as he swayed from the dizziness. "Woah hey, shit," she said in almost one word. But his stubborn side soon came out and began to swat y/n away, acting as if everything was fine.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. I just need to stand here a bit," He protested, but the obvious sway in him disagreed, and Nancy was by his side, checking on Steve's wound a little.
"You're losing blood," Nancy stated, and y/n, out of instinct, slapped Steve across the head.
"Stupid," y/n grumbled at him before helping him sit down to let the dizziness stop. "Come on, easy."
Robin then came and sat next to y/n beside Steve, worried for her friend. Nancy stood up, starting to rip a large enough piece of fabric from her long shirt. y/n's hand laid gently on Steve's bicep, and even though he was in that bad state, it still grabbed his attention more than the wound on his stomach. But his attention was drawn away by Robin, who started a rant once again.
"Okey, so the good news here is that I'm pretty sure that wooziness is not a common sign of rabies. But, ehm, if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms, or you feel really aggressive, like you kind of want to punch me or something, just let me know then. She ranted as usual, making Nancy let out a breath as she handed Y/N the piece of cloth from her shirt, and y/n only smiled slightly at Robin being so worried.
"Robin. "Steve said as he pulled a face.
"Yeah?"
"I kind of want to punch you," It made y/n smile a bit more, and her hand slid down to Steve's wrist, once again drawing his attention.
"Your sense of humour's still intact; it's a good sign!" As Robin said, she smiled brightly with hope and then moved to let y/n help Steve. Nancy put a hand on the girls' shoulder before also backing off slightly, which, in y/n's eyes, was kind of strange.
"Okey," she said, as she held up the cloth and Steve sat up a bit more. Now this was a pretty inconvenient time for both of them to feel their cheeks heat up, but thankfully, the darkness of the upside-down made sure the other couldn't see. y/n looked to the side and took a breath before turning back to Steve, who had his arms up to give her room.
"You ready?" She asked, and Steve simply pulled a face before answering.
"Yeah, just do it already." With that, she reached to wrap the cloth around Steve's midsection. He took in a sharp breath at the pressure and y/n looked up to make sure she didn't hurt him any more.
"Tighter or is that okay?"
"That's fine,"
y/n finished by tying the cloth so it wouldn't move out of place. When she was done, Steve let out a sigh and held out his hand to help her stand up again. She took it without question and just shot him a small smile without looking up at him, but Steve kept his eyes on her and wouldn't look away. Her arm had stopped bleeding a while ago, and except for a cut under her eye, she was fine.
It was when his fingers reached and brushed some strands from her face that y/n looked at him. His eyes were glued on her without moving to anything else. But it was Nancy this time who made y/n quickly turned away from Steve and walk over to her. Cheeks on fire and insides doing cartwheels It seemed Nancy noticed y/n and mumbled her shoulder, but the girl simply said nothing. Steve, however, had dropped his hand from where his fingers had brushed away from the hair on her face and pushed himself off the stone wall of Skull Rock.
A conversation quickly arose as to what they were to do next. But they all came to realize how useless oars were for beating up demo bats or even Vecna. That was when Nancy remembered her guns she hid in her house, and that meant those guns were probably and hopefully in her room. which was not too far away.
Right as they were about to start walking to the Wheeler house, Eddie stopped Steve by throwing his jeans jacket at him. Steve grabbed it and gave a confused face. "For your modesty, dude." Eddie said, and Steve just shrugged.
Just as Steve was about to put the jacket on, yet another earthquake like thing happened. The ground shook violently and made almost everyone lose their footing, except Steve and y/n. In a split second, Steve had wrapped an arm around y/n's shoulders and pulled her into his chest. Her hands came up and held onto his arm that was wrapped around her. It seemed they would always be put in these situations, especially lately when both of their feelings had gotten stronger. Oh, how fate wanted them to be together.
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Walking to the Wheeler house felt like it took forever. The woods felt endless and every time there was a sound that definitely did not come from any of the five, they all would react, turning to look round and then up at the sky. At times, the sudden sound would make y/n jump slightly, as she realized it was far from her and couldn't hurt her where she was. It never left her. Being stuck for one and a half months in the upside-down, it stayed like an annoying fly that wouldn't fly away. But she had done her best at coping with it all; that meant not graduating when she was supposed to so she could stay at home in the comfort of her bed; asking Steve to stay over; when she became friends with Robin, she spent time with her. Then everything at Starcourt happened, and she kept as far away as she could, which proved to work and none of the others blamed her. In the autumn, she worked up her grades to get her high school diploma and graduated just before the end of the fall. y/n found that occupying herself with things along with trying to shine light on what happened every once in a while worked for her. Maybe not the best, but it worked.
Robin, y/n, and Nancy were all three walking a good few feet in front of the two boys. Nancy and Robin seemed to be getting along better than they had when the three were at the library the previous day. Steve and Eddie walked behind the girls, or more like Steve being quite behind Eddie with a flashlight. Before Steve came to realize one thing, he hadn't thanked Eddie for earlier.
"Eddie. Eddie, hey, man, "Eddie slowed slightly for Steve to catch up. "Uhh, I just... uh, I just want to say thanks. For saving my ass back there. "
"Shit, you saved your own ass," Eddie said as they walked on. "I mean that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there."
Steve furrowed his brows and looked at Eddie with confusion written all over his face. "Ozzy?"
"When you took a bite out of that bat." Silence followed. Steve didn't understand. "Ozzy Osborne? Black Sabbath? He- he bit a bat's head off on stage,"
"I don't know," Steve simply shrugged at the metalhead, which he didn't, because it wasn't his style of music, but he respected it.
"It was very metal; what you did is all I'm saying."
"Thanks,"
"Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter in fact. " Eddie paused for a second.
"Wait, Henderson said that?" It kind of surprised Steve. "Oh yeah, shit, kid worships you dude. Like you have no idea, it's kind of annoying, to be honest." Steve let out a dry laugh. "I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but, eh, guess I got a little jealous, Steve."
Now that made Steve look even more lost than he was when Eddie tried to see if he understood who Ozzy Osborne was. They continued walking, with Steve still holding the flashlight in his hand and just waiting for Eddie to continue.
"I guess I couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him. Not a douche? No way, man, no way. That's like flies in the face of all the laws in the universe. " Eddie explained, and Steve simply just listened. "Still super jealous by the way."
Steve laughed as Eddie leaned closer a bit when he said that and just shook his head. As silence then surrounded them except for the faint voices of the girls in the front talking, Steve's eyes landed on y/n as she was walking next to Robin. What he didn't know was how clear he had been making it all to Eddie, who sighed at Steve and shook his head.
"She likes you a lot, man. She talks about you a lot." Eddie spoke, catching Steve's attention. What Steve had grasped was that when y/n worked up her grades to graduate, she had automatically hung around Robin more. But apparently, one time Dustin and Mike dragged her off somewhere because they needed help and she met Eddie. They became friends, kind of.
"What? Who? " Steve pretended not to understand.
"Man, I'm not blind. You're all googly eyes at y/n." Eddie rolled his eyes a bit and continued walking.
Steve knew he was completely smitten with the girl at hand, and there was no denying it to him. He had never felt so strongly for another girl. She held a special place in his heart. She was the girl who had just been sitting there and called him an ass when he got beat up by Jonathan Byers, but not in a bad way. Y/N was the girl who, when he picked her up in the summer, was out dancing with her adoptive parents on their front porch to music. She was the girl that had asked for him to just talk to her for her to feel safe and who would lie next to him with her hand interlocked with his as she'd fallen asleep after hours of worrying about what would meet her in her sleep.
"I'm not." Steve simply said and averted his gaze away from y/n to look around the place. But this only made Eddie sigh even deeper and quite practically made him want to hit Steve across the head.
"Dude, okey, you know what?" Eddie stopped Steve from walking any further, making him frown in confusion. "That girl over there, she cares a whole lot for you, man. I mean, I've only known you for less than four days and can already see those heart eyes of yours. And hers. No girl would ever freeze up like she does when looking at you without liking you. No way."
Steve turned his attention over to y/n in the distance. She, Nancy, and Robin seemed to be in their own conversations. It seemed important too.
"Look," Eddie started, making Steve look at him. "She didn't want you to jump in and go here. She'd rather go through whatever happened to her last year than have you go through that. That's what I call being in love. I don't know what it is between you two or exactly why you are all so protective over her, but trust me. You love her, and she loves you. Now, if I were you and a girl looked at me the way she looks at you or sought to be close to you in that way, I'd take the chance rather than have her go for another guy."
Steve was quiet, as he just stood there and took in what Eddie was saying. y/n was looking at him in a special way? That had to be impossible. There was no way he was that blind. Had he never seen her look at him the way Eddie had described her? Had she ever really looked at him in any way similar to how he was looking at her, it had to have been quite obvious that Eddie noticed and not Steve.
"Hey! y/n!" Eddie then called out for the h/c as she stopped and turned to show she was listening. "Steve's bored of me. I think he'd rather talk to you." It was quite smoothly done as Eddie was away from Steve's side within seconds.
Steve cursed Eddie out in his head as y/n stood and just waited for him to catch up so they could continue to the Wheeler house. His eyes were on the ground as he came up beside her. y/n smiled slightly as they started to walk behind the others in silence, but it didn't last long.
"You feeling any better?" y/n asked as she took a quick look at where he had been hurt earlier.
"It's going." Steve said as he glanced at her arm. "What about you? I didn't get to ask you how you are, you know, being here and all. "
It made y/n's heart flutter just a little more that he wanted to ask her that. She took a look around at her surroundings and then focused forward. "Not exactly where I wanted to be, he won't leave me alone." It made Steve's brows knit together as he looked over at her.
"Who won't leave you alone?"
"You know how I said there was this voice before I woke up, that said we were going to meet again?" Steve nodded his head. "I think it's always been Vecna, and he was right, we meet again. It's like a voice in my head. He's like telling me that he's happy I'm back. I hate it. "
"Hm," Steve hummed. He wasn't going to say he understood. because he didn't understand. He didn't know what it was like to have someone torment you for a month and a half and leave you with a constant reminder.
"Anyway, so, you got tired of Eddie, huh? Is he being like Robin? " y/n questioned as she wanted to lighten up the mood.
Steve rubbed his neck and said, "No, no, he kind of lied about that."
"Why?"
"To be honest, I don't even know." He did. "But while I can, I just want to say sorry for how I've been acting."
"You mean for hoovering the past year?"
"I wouldn't say I've been hovering," Steve mumbled, but y/n turned her head to him.
"Really? You don't call starting to work with me and Robin at Family Video, never dropping me off where you've always been dropping me off, not letting me go down here, not letting me do practically anything, aren't you hovering? "
Steve didn't say a word and just continued walking. It seemed that this didn't help his case, as y/n let out what seemed to be an annoyed sigh. She really wanted to know why he was like that. Sure, she loved to hang around him, but it was as if he saw her as less capable. Now Steve was struggling to tell her why he was like he was. Right now, in the upside-down, didn't seem like the right time to tell the girl you liked that you did just that. He would much rather do that when it was all over.
"I just want to know, you know? I'm just as capable as everyone else no matter what happens. " This made Steve stop and just shake his head, grabbing y/n's hand to stop her from walking further, giving them some distance from the others.
"I don't think you're less capable. I know you can take care of yourself."
"Well, you sure as hell make it feel like the opposite."
"Okay," Steve said in an exasperated tone. "Well excuse me for caring over the fact that last year you weren't yourself for three months and I'm so very sorry for feeling guilty about it. And I'm also so sorry that I'm worried you'll be like that again after this. " This truly shut her up. She took a step back from Steve and just looked at him.
"I just—" But Steve didn't know what more to say. As she stood there before him, listening to him, he could see that slight glimmer in her eyes. That glimmer he recognized from when they were younger and y/n had a crush on some boy. He would always tease her about it. But now, that glimmer was in her eyes as she looked at him. Eddie was right.
Without thinking, Steve reached out and placed his hands gently on her cheeks. holding her face as he stood closer now, his thumbs brushing her cheekbone. And in just a split second, he had leant down and placed his lips softly on hers. y/n was taken aback. She was stiff for just a slight moment before she sank into it. When Steve felt she began to relax, one of his hands moved so he could brush his knuckles on her cheek, lips still connected. y/n was unsure what to do with her hands, but she placed them gently on Steve's waist to steady herself.
After only what had been a little more than ten seconds, they parted. y/n was slow in opening her eyes and didn't look up at Steve. But he kept his eyes on her and tried to find her gaze. She felt his thumb brushing her left cheek, right under the cut she had gotten earlier. It was... comforting, nice. just what both of them wanted.
Steve didn't say anything, just waiting for a reaction from Y/N. Her eyes had been fixed on the ground as she seemed to be deep in thought. But then he could feel her lean a bit into his left and that rested on her cheek, making his heart leap a bit. The softest of smile grazed her lips. It seemed as though she was about to say something but was interrupted by Nancy.
"Hey you two, come on, my house is over there!" Nancy called to the two of them in the distance.
Steve turned back to look at y/n, and in a quick motion, which took him aback, y/n had placed one hand in his cheek and leaned up to give him a quick peck. And just as quickly as she'd done that, she was slowly jogging up to the other four. Steve stood there in shock, but despite the circumstances and location, a smile tugged on his lips. His heart rate increased, as did the flushing of the cheeks.
"Hey Dingus, you coming?" Robin yelled from where she was, making Steve shake his head and come back to reality.
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Both parties of the Hawkins group were quite relived and all for the same reason. The oldest ones were in the upside-down because Dustin had come to realize that there was going to be a gate at every murder site, meaning they could all five get back into the normal Hawkins. And the younger part of the group, that being Max, Dustin, Lucas, and Erica too now, because the eldest ones had been gone for long enough and were all freaking out a bit inside because of the cops.
As soon as they came to realize that there was a gate at Eddie's place, it was in a matter of seconds that Nancy had said that they should still have bikes at her house in the upside-down. Since it was 1983 there, but when they had gone to take the bikes, there was one problem. They were one short. This meant that someone had to sit behind someone else on one of the bikes. This, however, appeared to be an easy choice, as Nancy, Robin, and Eddie had just taken bikes and rushed to get on. Leaving y/n to ride behind Steve.
None of the two said anything on the way. None of them mentioned the two shared kisses before, but it seemed that both of them knew about the other's feelings now at least. But as y/n sat and rode behind Steve, her hands rested on his waist from behind, and boy did this move make Steve blush like crazy. He peddled on and when they had reached the top of a hill to ride down, he simply relaxed and let the bike glide down. As he did, he put his larger hand on top of y/ns and slightly grabbed onto her hand. It, too, was a simple move, but enough to bring a smile to Y/N's face. It was only one of the other three that noticed them both; not Eddie, but Robin. She pulled a face and knew instantly when all this shit was over, she was so going to tease them about this.
It was when they rode past a house, one that was dark and seemingly familiar. Nancy knew what house it was; Victor Creels' house. All five of them felt on edge as the lighting seemed stronger there, but it was y/n was even more on edge. Her grip on Eddie's jeans jacket that Steve was wearing got tighter and she swallowed. A shiver went down her spine as her eyes never left the house. "Don't worry, we'll meet very soon." The voice said it loudly in her head, and she turned her eyes away. She focused on other things, like how El was doing, she missed the girl.
When they turned into the trailer park, the sky was still occasionally lit up by lightning and red hues in splotches of the dark blue sky. Eddie was first as he led them all. "Right here!" He called out as he jumped off the bike.
Robin and Nancy did the same, throwing their bikes to the ground. y/n jumped off a few feet away from the rest, so Steve could easily jump off the bike and drop it.
"It's got to be a Guinness world record, most miles traveled interdimensionally." Robin pointed out as they all walked towards the door.
"I just inhaled a bunch of that crap." Steve coughed while taking up the flashlight and his other free hand went to take y/n's. Bold. "It's stuck in my throat."
"Funny, ain't it?" y/n commented as they walked inside. But as they walked in, it was right there, the gate. It was right as you entered the trailer, in the ceiling. Just like the one in the lake, it was small and had a skin-like cover that gave off a red hue. All of them commented on it, Eddie pointing out that that was exactly where Chrissy had died. Then it was Nancy who pointed out the movement of the skin-like layer.
y/n walked closer to get a better look, but Steve's hand was still intertwined with hers, which stopped her from walking much closer. But then, when the skin layer broke, all five jumped back and looked with wide eyes at the gate. But when looking closer, they could see something, something that was strange. It was then the muffled sound of a triumphal laugh from the other side of the portal that they all walked closer. only to find the kids standing upside-down from where they were and in Eddie's trailer. His real one. All smiles and happy. They all waved at one another happily and relived that this was going to be over in just a matter of minutes.
Dustin had thrown a bunch of tied together sheets to form some kind of rope. According to him, when they threw it to the other side, it should stay and not move. Max and Lucas had put down a mattress to land on. "All right, pull on it, see if it holds!" Dustin called.
Robin hung on the tied-together sheets as instructed, and when it held, she became the test rabbit to climb through. It worked like a charm, and Robin landed on her back on the mattress with a sigh. Next was Eddie, and then Nancy.
"Well," Steve turned to y/n. "See you on the other side."
Y/N nodded and smiled at him. "On the other side." With that, she let go of his hand and reached out to begin climbing.
Steve stood beside her and just made sure he was ready if she were to fall on the wrong side, so she wouldn't get more hurt. But y/n climbed like a champ. She went through the gate, and once she was upside down, her own weight became too much to hold up, so she let go. But instead of landing on the soft mattress, she fell into nothingness, falling into a black void that felt like forever. The sound of a grandfather-clock ticking around her as she fell into slow motion. That was until she landed stuck under something. She knew what this was, Vecna.
She then finds herself lying under a piece of debris, no, a piece of a car. Flames around her as she looked around, feeling small. The memories were all coming back as panic began to set in. And then she was standing on the road beside the burning car, watching as it burned and saw two shadows inside.
"Mom! Dad!" She called out for her biological parents, not those who she now called mom and dad. But for those two, whom she had lost at the age of five due to her dad not looking on the road when another cat came and crashed into theirs.
She had never even touched the tied sheets. Right as Steve had turned to y/n and help her through, he noticed how her hand was just completely floppy in his. Not holding on, just laying there. And when he had turned, her eyes were blue as the clearest of sky but rolled up in her head. Twitching.
"y/n," Steve squeezed her hand, but she didn't respond. She just stood there, unresponsive and in a worse place than she'd been in a year ago.
"y/n, please," He now stood in front of her, hands on her shoulders before moving to hold her cheeks. He was cold, and his stress levels began to go up. Once again, he shook her slightly, but nothing came out of her, no response. His blood ran cold with realization.
"Steve! What's going on? " Robin yelled through the gate as she began to worry over the way y/n just stood there. But his focus was elsewhere.
"Come please! Damn it, come back, fight it! " Steve shouted at the motionless girl whom he had just gotten to, at least in some way, able to show how much he cared for her. And she had shown she cared as much for him as well. They both loved one another, but here he was, trying to get her back to him just like a year before.
"What's going on?" Dustin asked with wide eyes. Max took a breath and swallowed.
"Vecna" was all she said.
Mah gog that's the longest I've ever written, new score I guess. Anyway, yes, I will write another part when Vol. 2 of season 4 comes out but until then you'll have to wait <3
Also, you can submit ideas to me with Steve now too. I plan on writing a lot for him lol, and I already have a few cute one-shots in my drafts. (+one with Robin)
@srhxpci @anitatvd @lucypotterparker
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrtington x y/n#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x henderson!reader#stranger things x you#stranger things x reader#stranger things x y/n#stranger things#eddie munson x oc#eddie munson x henderson!reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson#eddie x reader#mike wheeler x reader#max mayfield#nancy wheeler#jonathan byers#will byres#lucas sinclair#dustin henderson#fanfiction#fanfic#fluff#angst#billy hargove x reader#billy hargrove#billy hargove imagine#billy hargrove x y/n#billy hargrove x female reader
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Headcanons about Robin and Nancy talking about Barb?
Yes! I've thought about this a bit already, and for me it would be something like; Nancy is visiting Max in the hospital and is talking to her even though Max can't hear (there is no one else in the room but them) and Nancy apologizes for failing her the same way she failed Barb.
Nancy is blaming herself for what happened, and in a self-loathing ramble when Robin enters the room and overhears. Not that it was her intention, it just happens. she was probably bringing Nancy something, like food or whatever.
anyway.
Nancy notices Robin standing there, and wipes her tears, gets up and leaves, and Robin goes after her. she directs Nancy out of the hospital and into the parking lot and they get into the car.
Nancy drives aimlessly, and Robin just sits next to her, and although being silent isn't her strong suit, she knows when to speak and when to be silent. (she follows her own advice she gave Lucas) and when Nancy stops the car they are near the lovers' lake or some other quiet place where they can be in peace without anyone disturbing them.
Nancy gets out of the car and climbs onto the hood, observing the landscape, but her gaze is distant, lost in memories.
Robin gets out of the car and sits next to her and waits.
After a while Nancy starts talking about Barb, about how they had been friends forever, and how Barb was a sweet and smart and fun, and although she was shy, she had some very good retorts.
and then she would start saying how it was her fault that Barb was dead. because she forced Barb to go to Steve's house and had promised her that they would leave whenever she wanted, but she let herself be carried away by Steve's charm and told Barb to leave without her, that she would go later, and that's how Vecna took her.
and although Robin (probably) hasn't had such an experience, she does her best to comfort Nancy. she says that nothing would stop Vecna, because he is a monster and just wants to destroy everything around him, without caring who he has to take to do so.
that Vecna, unlike them, does not know love, friendship, family. and that he will do everything to provoke her about this, about a fault that is not hers.
and that the only thing they can do now, to avenge Barb, to avenge Max, is to find a way to destroy Vecna once and for all. and she makes a point of reminding Nancy that despite the conditions, Max is still alive, so technically, she hasn't failed Max.
When Nancy starts to say that El was the one who saved Max, not them, Robin says that if they hadn't attacked Vecna at that moment, maybe El wouldn't have been able to save Max.
Robin says they need to keep doing what they do best: working as a team, because when they divide, they fail.
#ronance#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#robin x nancy#ronance stranger things#stranger things#ask#anon ask#ask me anything
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Say Something: Billy Hargrove
Billy Hargrove Masterlist
word count: 900
description: Billy cheats on you and realizes his mistake
"Babygirl please yell, scream, say something. Anything" Billy asked after he told Y/N he had gotten drunk and hooked up with Heather at Tina's party last weekend when Y/N was out of town with her cousins.
Y/N bloodshot eyes flicked over to where Billy sat as she thought about what she should say to him but knew nothing would fix what he did, so she got up off of the couch and opened the door which caused Billy to look at her.
"I need time to process everything." Y/N said quietly as she stood by the front door.
Billy's heart broke even more as those words came out of her mouth but understood that this was probably the last thing she was expecting to come home to. He got up and grab his jacket as he silently made his way over to the front door.
"I'm sorry Angel, I really am." Billy said looking at her and hating himself for doing the one thing he swore he never do.
"I know you are. Get home safe." Y/N said.
Once Billy was gone, Y/N went up to her room and that's when everything hit her at once. She broke down into tears as she looked at the picture of her and Billy from Carol's Halloween party last year before tossing it across the room. She couldn't believe the one person she cared about on this earth ended up hurting her.
Meanwhile at school the next couple of days, everyone could tell something had happened between Y/N and Billy because he was back to being an asshole to everyone including Steve and Max who prayed that the old Billy wasn't returning.
That Friday Y/N made her way into the school not caring how she looked, she wore her pajamas and slippers and had her hair thrown up into a messy bun which was accompanied by her bloodshot eyes. Helen was the first to notice Y/N had honestly felt so bad for her best friend, meanwhile, Jonathan and Nancy became even more worried about Y/N who always took pride in her appearance.
"Hey Y/N." Jonathan said as she approached the group.
"Hey sweetheart, I didn't think you be back at school so soon." Helen said hugging her friend.
"Can't afford to fall behind on my work because of my boyfriend if he is still that, cheats on me." Y/N said grabbing her books.
Billy walked into his English class and nearly had to do a double-take when he saw Y/N, she looked nothing like herself and it hurt him to think that he caused that. He sat down in his seat and kept his eyes on her.
"Okay class who would like to read their poems out loud?" Their English teacher said.
Everyone watched as Y/N raised her hand, her English teacher gave her a sad smile before allowing her to come up to the front of the room.
"Whenever you're ready Y/L/N." Her teacher said.
"You taught me that love can be an amazing and beautiful thing, but you also taught me that love will keep you up until midnight softly crying to yourself wondering what you did wrong to drive the love of your life into another's woman's arms." Y/N said crying as her eyes met Billy's glossed over ones.
After reading her poem the room started spinning for her, she walked back to her desk and grabbed her stuff before leaving the room. Billy sat there silently crying for a few moments before going to find Y/N. He walked into the girl's bathroom and locked so no one would walk in while they were in here, he walked over to where Y/N sat.
"I'm sorry." Y/N cried into his shirt as he held her.
"Why are you apologizing Angel? No of this is your fault." Billy said.
"I mean I must-have for you to hook up with Heather, are you not happy with me? Do I not satisfy you? Am I not good enough?" Y/N said making Billy's heart break even more.
"Trust me, Angel, you are absolutely perfect to me, I wish I could blame what I did on the alcohol or the fact that I missed you but I can't. All can I ask is that let me show you how I will never ever do something like that again." Billy said.
"But I don't want to lose you again." Y/N said quietly.
"Angel you're not going to, we're just going to take things slow for now until you feel you're ready to forgive me and that you can trust me. Are you alright if we do that?" Billy asked her.
Y/N nodded before softly attaching her lips to his, tasting the salt from his tears as he kissed her back.
"You know you still look pretty hot dressed like this." Billy said making Y/N smile.
"I looked like a homeless person." Y/N said rolling her eyes at him as they walked outside.
"A hot homeless person though." Billy says kissing her hand as they pulled out of the school parking lot.
#billy hargove imagine#billy hargrove#billy hargrove x reader#billy hargrove one shot#stranger things
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Wait okay so thinking little red riding hood au
What if little red is actually Max?
Ofc the Big Bad Wolf is none other than werewolf Robin
But I’m picturing Max going to visit her friends and she encounters this massive wolf
Only it doesn’t want to eat her, it just sniffs at her little basket and seems genuinely kind. She gives it a scritch behind the ears and shares a treat. She actually ends up hanging out with the wolf on occasion—maybe Robin even reveals herself after a while. It’s a very sweet sisterly relationship
Except someone in town goes missing and everyone blames the local werewolf
Enter Nancy: the hunter. She goes into the forest with her shotgun with every intention of killing the beast
Only she stumbles upon a very human girl in the woods, one Robin Buckley, who warns her that it’s not safe in an attempt to protect herself
Nancy doesn’t listen, and she goes into the woods—only to find a red haired girl by the river with this massive golden wolf laying it’s head in her lap like a pet
Obviously she has to know more, so she tries to find this Robin girl again, asks her about the wolf and about the girl. Robin dodges most of the wolf questions, but it happy to tell her about her little sister, might as well be her adopted kid
Nancy maybe even recruits Robin, and Robin goes along because she’s a lovesick puppy and has probably been crushing on Nancy for a while
Cue drama when Nancy realizes the werewolf was at her side the whole time—and that she’s in love with a monster
#idk man#just#little red riding hood au#ronance#werewolf robin buckley#lo rambles#Nancy wheeler#Robin Buckley#robin x nancy#nancy x robin#max mayfield#little red ronance
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In honour of Noah getting the first 3 scripts for Season 5, this is my Season 5 bucket list (I may be very early so this is my early one) I’ll try to make it as realistic as possible 😭
- Nancy survives.
This is the number one thing I need to happen, I will not be able to handle it if she dies
- I’m also very much on the side of I want everyone to survive.
Stranger Things is very much about the relationships between all of the characters, and it might not be the main part of the show but it is an important one and it’s what makes Stranger Things so great. I think it would massively suck if they were to kill any of the Hopper-Byers family after everything they’ve been through and Hopper losing anyone would just confirm his theory that he’s a “curse”.
- Ronance hug.
I need this like I need air. Nancy Wheeler needs a hug and I need Robin to be the one to give it to her.
- More Ronance scenes.
I mean obviously I ship Ronance so of course I want more scenes of them together, BUT I also really love their friendship. After Nancy lost Barb, Robin is the first girl she’s befriended that didn’t have romantic intentions and I think their friendship is really something special.
- Nancy to finally get closure with Barb and realise it wasn’t her fault
I realise she kind of got closure in S2, but I don’t think she really did. She clearly still blames herself, and what happened shaped her into who she is today. And we know she never really spoke to anyone about what happened because when she tried to talk to Steve he brushed her off. So I think she needs someone to tell her it wasn’t her fault.
- Nancy/Robin/Jonathan/Steve/Argyle team up.
This would be the team up of the CENTURY.
- Nancy/El scenes
I’ve needed this since S1. I think they’re quite similar in some ways and it’d be so nice to see them have some scenes together
- Jargyle scenes
I mean… they’re literally hilarious together. Imagine Nancy, Robin and Steve having to put up with high Jargyle 😭
- Not St*ncy endgame
Okay. Don’t hate me, and I’m sure this is pretty well known by now but I’m very much anti St*ncy and I’m not even sorry about it. Those two getting back together would feel like ten steps backwards and a dishonour to both of their characters. Steve’s character for the past two seasons has revolved around finding a girlfriend and I think he needs to realise that he doesn’t need a girlfriend and it’s okay to be on your own. It would also be a very misogynistic ending for Nancy. I could talk about this forever but I’ll just leave it at that. 😭
- JOPPER DATE!
Pretty sure David Harbour already confirmed this but I’m so excited to see Jopper in a relationship!!
- Mike being a complete menace to society and Robin getting to experience it
I mean, Robin hasn’t spent much time with Mike yet and I just think him being the little shit he is would be so funny for Robin to witness. I can just imagine her turning to Nancy and saying “You’re related to him?”
- Will/Robin scenes
This is an obvious one, but I think talking to Robin would help Will a LOT. I don’t know how likely it is to happen but I think it’d be really nice for Will to know he’s not on his own.
- LUMAX DATE!
I NEED IT. They arranged it last season and Max DIED so it’s only right they get their date in Season 5!!
- More Erica
Not much to say about this, we all need more Erica.
- More Hopper-Byers family
El finally has a family and somewhere she belongs, Hopper just came back from the dead. I need this family to be happy more than anything.
- If not Byler endgame, I need to see Will accept himself (at least somewhat) and finally be happy.
I like both Mileven and Byler, and honestly my opinion on who should be endgame changes on a daily basis based on the fans lmao. It would be awesome to see Byler endgame, but I would like to see Will accept himself and maybe come out to his mom??
- Nancy & Mike hug.
This has to happen. It has to. And not right before one of them dies either. Give me more Wheeler siblings. Perhaps a parallel to S1 when Nancy rushes out of the Byers to hug Mike but this time Mike rushes to hug Nancy??
#nancy wheeler#stranger things#stranger things 4#ronance#nancy stranger things#natalia dyer#robin buckley#st4#robin stranger things#maya hawke#steve harrington#mike wheeler#will byers#st5#joyce byers#el hopper#lucas sinclair#max mayfield#dustin henderson#this is all i can think of atm#i’m sure there’s more tho#i’m so scared for how it’ll end ngl#the way most of these are nancy related#I NEED HER TO BE A FINAL GIRL
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Thin White Line (Part 1)
Summary: Y/N Harrington and Billy Hargrove are the most unlikely of best friends. Each harbors feelings for the other that neither of them wishes to tell the other. Only, the longer they spend together the longer the thin white line of friendship seems to disappear.
Pairing: Harrington!Y/N x Billy Hargrove.
Warnings: Fluff, language
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If someone told you that you'd find the love of your life in this dismal town you probably would scoff. But love travels and finds you in mysterious ways. Okay, yeah that shit just sounds cheesy as hell. I hear you! But hear me out right now. The guy I'm talking about is one of the most irritating, annoying, temperamental, and cocky sons of a bitches I've ever met and there is never one day that chaos doesn't find him. But he is hot as well and he sure knows how to charm the panties off of you! I didn't grow up in this town with much attention from the guys of the school you know. I was always the silent one who liked to stick to herself; not particularly an outcast although I do often enough hit Eddie up for some good stuff to help calm me down when I need it no, I'm not one of those nerds who play D&D (no offense to my boy Eds of course!) I also wasn't one of those girly girls who do cheerleading. I am one of those who walk through the halls wearing whatever she could find in the closet that morning. Sometimes it's a little more on the girly side thanks to my mom's annoying shopping for clothes she wants me to evolve into and other times I throw on whatever I can find in my drawers that probably was Steve's at one point before I stole it. Yeah, you heard me right. Steve. As in Steve Harrington. He's my older brother by like barely over 2 years. You'd think I'd be popular because of him right since he's the King of Hawkins high. Nope. Dead wrong honey. Probably because I don't give two fucks what people think and I curse like a sailor most of the time that it's culturally shunned, I am nothing like my brother thank god. I was never our parent's favorite so perhaps I blame them for my rebellious behavior. I mean don't get me wrong, Steve and I do hang out and are pretty cool all things considering. More so now that he's dating Nancy Wheeler of all the girls in Hawkins High but that's another story entirely. This story, this story is about how I managed to snag Mr. Steal your girl, Billy Hargrove of all people, and the chaos that got thrown into our faces.
It was a normal Friday, and most of the students were out and about doing whatever the hell people wanted to do to enjoy the end of the school week to start their weekend of freedom. I was holed up in Billy's house. His step-sister Max was out of the house at the arcade with some of her new friends (friends Billy didn't know but suspected she had upon moving to Hawkins months ago). Billy's dad and stepmom were out at work and wouldn't be home late so that left Billy himself to do as he pleased. Which involved him pressing weights while I sat on the floor across from him with textbooks and notebooks scattered across the floor in front of me. At this point in our relationship, we hadn't made anything official. Hell, the boy hadn't even expressed his feeling for me. We were cool though, just two friends. I had a sneaking suspicion that I was one of the very few and rare people he could actually tolerate. This was before we became an item though so as I describe to you what's going on please remember we aren't dating right now no matter how much I wanted that cocky bastard as I recall that day.
As Billy is working his arms up and down with the bar weight in the air the sound of Rebel Yell by Billy Idol played a thumping beat through the house from his bedroom and drifted into the hallway and into the living room area where we were situated right now. We didn't talk; just listened to the music while I studied for my homework for Monday and he pushed weights. It was usually like this whenever we hung out not that I minded. I did enjoy the view though. The cap of my highlighter pen tucked between my teeth as I raised my gaze from my textbook across to where the man in question was standing lifting the long bar of weights from waist to shoulder height up and down over and over again as he counted under his breath between mumbled lyrics of the song being played in the background. The flex of his biceps and the strain of his throat as he focused on his breathing were just as distracting as the light sheen of sweat that glistened on his California-tanned skin.
"Take a picture dollface, it'll last longer." my eyes snapped up to meet his face as he stared straight ahead but there was a cocky twitch of his lips that made me want to punch it off just as strongly as I wanted to kiss it off. Fucker caught me staring. Shit.
Scoffing I lower my head to stare down at my textbook. "Your face isn't pretty enough for my camera," I replied as I wrote some notes down on my notepad.
"Yeah? Doesn't stop you from lookin' though darlin' now does it?" the clank of the weights being settled down made it hard for me not to instinctively raise my eyes to look up at him again.
"Not staring Hargrove. I'm simply concerned that your big head filled with your ego will explode if you aren't careful." I quip in return raising my E/C eyes to meet his baby blues in a glare but I can tell the smirk that turned his pink lips that there was seriously no heat behind that glare of mine. Damn him!
"Oh, dollface. Trust me," he walked towards me, and for I second I think he was going to make a move but instead he bends down beside me where his water bottle was sitting with a few of his other things like his packet of cigs and lighter. As he bends to grab the water bottle his head cocked to the side staring into my own now that we were relatively eye level as he sent me a wink. "My ego isn't the only thing that's big."
I nearly choked on my own saliva at that and my eyes betrayed me as they dropped to the front of his black shorts on instinct. They quickly slammed shut when his laughter rang out above me and I raised a hand to smack at his calf before shoving at his thigh to get him out of my personal space.
"You are disgusting Hargrove! What the fuck!" I made a disgusted face but I couldn't deny the heat that pooled low in my belly at his words.
Billy snickered and returned to his weights; lying his frame down on the leather bench and sliding under the bar weights this time instead of standing. I was totally staring as he began to shove those stupid weights up into the air and my dirty mind suddenly imagine that hunk of metal in his hand was me. Like, would he actually be able to bench press me like that? I know I wasn't a stick girl like some of those cheerleaders and had slight curves enough to fill out in the right places within my clothes; I wasn't self-conscious about my body. Sure I had no thigh gap like most girls in school had. Yes my boobs were a little more than a handful and my ass looked good in some jeans but it still made me wonder. I was no supermodel and definitely not the type Billy Hargrove would go for; half the time it made me wonder why he hung out with me. We never fucked or anything which was a surprise since Billy went through girls like girls went through their closets but it always made me question his motives whenever he'd flirt with me just like now or if by slim chance someone would find me interesting enough to come up for a chat only to be rebutted by the Californian boy who would sidle up to me and claim me with an arm dropped around my neck. The cocky self-explanatory grin on his face to chase off any potential suitors without trouble, irritated me to no end because he was in a sense, cockblocking me every damn time.
"Aye, Y/N. Y/N~ You with me gorgoues?" I blinked to stare up at Billy who was standing in front of me half bent waving a hand across my line of vision. A frown tugged at his brows as he studied me.
"Sorry, what?" I shook my head.
"I was just askin' if you plan on going to Carol's party tonight since it's Friday." he rose to his full height now with a pack of his cigarette and lighter in hand as he pulled out one of those death sticks and placed it between his lips.
"Oh, yeah no. Carol's parties aren't my thing, you know that." I scoff and roll my eyes as I begin packing up my stuff. I was keen on catching hints from Billy when my time was up.
"Any parties aren't your thing." the man replied through an exhale of smoke before he was taking a sip of water again.
"Exactly. So no. Don't know why you keep asking when you know the answer." I stuffed my things into my bag and rose with a soft groan of protest as I stretched after sitting on the hard floor for the past two hours.
I caught the look Billy gave me over the edge of his bottle; that darkened stare at the sound that passed my lips and I quickly looked away. Anywhere but that dark stare.
"You should come, could do you some good to let loose some time. You're always so tense, granted having Steve as a brother probably does that to you." he shrugged nonchalantly as he watched me place the bag over my shoulders and walk over to the end table by the sofa to snag the keys I'd dropped there upon my arrival, a stubborn girl always insisting to drive herself. He was totally not checking out my ass though. I had to tell myself that as I turned quick enough so that I caught the second his gaze lifted as I spun on my heel.
"Steve isn't bad. Back off Hargrove. I don't feel like having to patch both of your asses up whenever you get into fights. Behave." I point a finger at him before heading for the door. "I'll catch yah later this weekend though; you know where to find me!" I call grabbing the doorknob and expecting to open it so that I can slip through but a hand suddenly slammed against the door closing it again and making me freeze where I stood.
I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and the warmth of his body pressing inches from my back as he leaned closer. " You should seriously reconsider going to that party tonight Y/N." I blinked and barely turned my head to look at him; his face was so fucking close as those baby blue stared through half-lidded eyes into mine that stared back in just barely contained surprise.
"W-Why?" I cursed at the way my voice sounded so breathy with him this close and I could tell by the way his eyelashes fluttered that he heard it too, and probably liked it. He always did like the way he could get under my skin.
"Because you're my best friend Harrington. Would be a shame if I did show my girl off hmm?" he commented softly with a barely there shrug.
His girl? Since when did he ever call me his girl? I couldn't deny the thrill it gave me though and he seemed to sense it too as he finally pulled away and shot a grin my way. "Think about it!" he called as I took this cue to open the front door and make a run for it as inconspicuous as I damn well could while my heart hammered out of my chest.
#billy hargrove#billy hargrove x reader#stranger things#steve harrington#billy hargrove x y/n#billy hargrove fluff
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ronance greek au
athanasia (nancy) is a priestess of athena, she has a particular connection with some of the kids that come by the temple and often saves her offerings to feed them. ofc max is one of these kids that shows up out of the blue (we just moved here), and she especially likes to follow nancy around while she’s working, “you mean, you get to perform the sacrifices? can i help?”
nancy grows more fond of the girl, but fate always seemed close behind max. of course max befriends the group of kids with a demigod in their midsts and nancy can’t help but pray a little harder to athena for the girl’s protection. the group of kids manage to offend the fates and the keres descend upon max, they only manage to rip half her soul before el fights them off
bloodied and battered, max falls into a deep sleep and cannot be waked by mortal means. nancy is asked to perform her funeral rites and she refuses, “no, she isn’t dead yet. i’ll get her back.”
she prays again to athena, asking for guidance, for anything, to retrieve the half of max’s soul from the underworld. she searches the temple’s libraries well into the first light of dawn, until she comes across an ancient script that she hasn’t seen before, but she can’t read it
enter robin (a nickname she earned at birth from one of brothers). she is the youngest of five older brothers, she sneaks into their school lessons to learn as much as she can. she’s fluent in several languages and helps her father with his job as a merchant. she’s planning on going with him to a neighboring town when she starts getting weird dreams
she goes on the trip with her father, but is distracted by an owl that is uncharacteristically out during the day, she follows it to a temple, so engrossed that she stumbles into the temple’s priestess (who is very grumpy because has not slept more than 6 hours in three days)
after some introductions and rambling apologies, robin stoops to pick up the scroll that fell to the ground, she squints at it before nancy can snatch it back, “athena has a sword?” “wait, what? you can read that?” “i can read phoencian, persian, and akkadian. this though? minoan? no.” nancy’s face starts to fall and something in robin says ‘do not disappoint her’ so she rushes quickly, “but hey! i’ve got a really good knack with this kind of stuff. and i knew the sword part, look i can figure this out. i can, i ca-”
and robin does figure it out. she makes up an excuse to stay longer at the temple, combing through the other pages stuffed away in the library, “it’s something about athena’s sword having the power to cut down the keres and thanatos,” she pauses, a seriousness on her face that looks out of place, “nancy, why do you want to know about killing death?”
so they go and find athena’s sword and fall in love a little bit on the way, and nancy talks about max, and she blames herself, and she blames the gods, and she has such a deep sorrow in the pit of her stomach but robin can’t help but see how beautiful she is, “We’ll get her back, I promise.”
and they get the sword with some trials and tribulations, nancy wields it as they go the long way to the underworld. “she’ll be in the river styx, not yet passed over, she should stand out with only half a soul.” and they have to slink through the cover of shadows, nancy squeezing tight to robin’s hand, “you can do this” because robin has never been sure-footed to save her life (but she’s not saving her life. she’s saving max’s and in a way nancy’s)
and when nancy sees the copper tint of max’s hair in the river, she doesn’t think and plunges in. she sees her fading soul and the sword clatters to the bank of the river. the hands of the dead hungrily digging into the threads of her cloak as she pushes her towards max. the hands are dragging her down though, the water now at her shoulders as she grabs the limp, faded form of max, scooping her towards her chest.
suddenly the hands are gone, and nancy is able to stand, picking max up with her as she turns to head back to the banks, the water back at her waist. and it’s robin there, with the sword, cutting the greedy dead away from nancy and max. it’s robin, so clumsy, so unsure, never holding a sword in her life, had freed her. shock freezes nancy (it wasn’t the sword athena had sent, it was robin), and robin is nodding her head reassuringly, “go” is a chorus that keeps spilling from her mouth, “nancy, go!” and they are stumbling out of the river, stumbling back into the dark, and away from the underworld, the shrill call of the keres growing louder with each footfall.
#this is where i'm at with this au#maybe i'll write it#ronance#max mayfield#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#ronance ancient greece au
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Mad Max And The Week Long Tickle War part 1
Fandom: Stranger Things
Characters: Max/Lucas, Will
Summary: Lucas beats Max in a game at the arcade and he’s being a little TOO gleeful about it.
A/N: Based on a prompt I got that has now turned into a whole collaborative project with @hypahticklish and @lesbian-byers! Stay tuned for six more parts with one fic a day for the rest of the week!
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At one point in their relationship they’d stopped going to the arcade together, although Max still went on her own from time to time, when she needed space, or when Lucas was busy playing DnD. Something about how she’d beat the boys before they even knew each other had become a sore spot and while she wasn’t one to avoid doing things just because others didn’t like that she was good at something, she found no reason to rub it in. It would just create tension, even if Lucas was a good sport about it now.
Sometimes she just ended up there anyway, her skateboard having steered her in the direction of the town, her hair tangled from the wind, her knees still scarred from accidents past, and she would stand outside as a 14 year old and enter as 11, hopeful and alone. Lucas caught her once, not asking her anything but if she’d had fun, pressing a kiss to her temple when she nodded.
“We should go,” Lucas said one day, pointing at the poster announcing the shiny new game that was coming to the arcade the following weekend.
“You think?” She watched his reaction and found only excitement. “Okay.”
She should’ve known it had all been in her own head. Lucas wasn’t insecure and never had been, especially not when it came to her, and so they eventually returned to the arcade, hand in hand, just for her to lose to him.
“You cheated,” she said automatically, knowing he didn’t and that she was only human. It didn’t even really matter. She wasn’t a sore loser, but the words had slipped out anyway, used to having to defend herself, and were probably what turned Lucas into a bad winner in return.
“Did not,” he said, grinning so smugly at her that she nearly forgot how much she adored his smile.
She huffed and flicked her hair over her shoulder, finding it easy to blame it for disrupting her concentration, easy to blame the lack of sleep from the night before, easy to blame the way he’d placed his fingers over the small of her back and kept them there. “Did so.”
“Oh, okay, and how exactly did I cheat?” He tilted his head at her in mock innocence, all raised eyebrows, all playfulness.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Let’s play again and I’ll figure it out.”
“Mm, no. I don’t think so.”
“What, why not?”
“You think I’m stupid enough to play again when I won for once? Nuh uh. We’re leaving this place with me as the winner.” He then made the mistake of poking her, which made Max instinctively lunge for him, fingers on his ribs, digging in gently enough to have him howling, but he pushed her off quickly and much more easily than he tended to when they were alone.
“Don’t be a sore loser,” he said as they exited, the clouds ominous enough for them to pick up their pace, and Max was ready for the poke this time and evaded it.
“Better be careful, Sinclair,” she warned him. “Or I’ll go for the hips next.”
Only Lucas, naturally, wouldn’t stop gloating. Once they reached the Byers’ house, just about avoiding getting soaked, he’d told not only Will about his win, but also Jonathan, Joyce and Nancy, who happened to be there.
He had it coming, really.
Will sat and watched them without interrupting as Max pinned Lucas to the floor, going straight for his hips with no mercy. Lucas missed his window of escaping and lay there in hysterics almost instantly, kicking his feet and shaking his head and calling out Max’s name without success. Max wrecked him anyway, claiming he deserved it for gloating. Claiming he had it coming when he’d first poked her.
But really, the most glaringly obvious reason, which she hoped neither he nor Will would figure out, was that she’d missed hearing his laughter like this; all high pitched, all vulnerable and open. All her doing.
And yeah, maybe she kinda wanted to take him down a notch too.
“Stop!” he cried, trying to grab her wrists. “Max, please!”
“Apologize for being a bad winner.”
“I’m sor-”
“I don’t believe you.”
Lucas squealed when she went for his neck, his hands flailing and his hips bucking so that she was nearly flung off. He was bigger than her and she’d not managed to trap him properly, so she knew this had the chance of ending too quickly for her liking.
Will was laughing from the couch, and when Max looked at him he was watching them intently, amusement so clearly written on his face. “You wanna help?”
Will seemed surprised. He was much more quiet nowadays, keeping to himself as if scared he wasn’t welcome anymore, even though they all still dropped into his house as if they lived there, which had apparently been something they used to do as children. Max found herself here more than her own home lately, what with everyone gravitating toward the house, the old house from before, as if to reassure themselves that, yes, the Byers were back and they were all okay.
“Sit on him,” she said, sliding off of Lucas ever so slightly. “And deal with his hands.”
Will didn’t protest. He didn’t say anything at all at first. Simply got up and took her place, placing his feet on each side of him. He wasn’t uncertain - he’d probably grown up with this - but he seemed timid, as if he’d forgotten how to act.
He only spoke when Lucas, gasping for air now that Max had stopped tickling him, met his eye pleadingly. “Better you than me.”
Lucas’ protests were drowned out by his own laughter when Max went for his neck again. Will quickly tried to grab his wrists, but Lucas, seemingly aware that he would be screwed if that happened, started struggling even more. It was only once they realized that there was no containing those hands that Will decided to join in by spidering his fingers up Lucas’ ribs, just a couple of times, just to make him scream.
It was enough. Lucas did scream. Lucas threw his head back and screamed, just one long sound, and they were all laughing afterward, Will shushing him through his giggles and Max retreating from his neck in order to let him breathe, and Lucas lay panting with a smile so beautiful etched on his lips that Max nearly wanted to scream herself.
“Are you gonna behave?” she asked him, catching Will’s eye just for long enough for him to grin knowingly at her, which embarrassingly enough embarrassed her.
“Y-yes,” he said, slapping at Will’s knee. “Get off of me you traitor.”
Will let out a laugh and did as he was told. “I’m just happy to be involved.”
“Oh, you’ll be involved all right when I get you.”
Something flickered across Will’s face; something briefly worried, but predominantly excited.
Oh Will.
#tickling#lumax#lumax fic#stranger things#ticklish!lucas#n writes#Mad Max And The Week Long Tickle War#Mad Max And The Week Long Tickle War part 1
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stranger things daemon au (part 2: the teens)
jonathan and alexis
alexis (lexie for short) settled very early on, only a few days before his tenth birthday, as he was forced to grow up so quickly. lonnie was so proud that his son had 'become a man' that he took him out hunting on the day that he settled, and jonathan hasn't really been the same since. althea often rides on lexie's back, usually as some kind of bird but sometimes as ferrets and even foxes sometimes. it becomes a bit of an inconvenience in the car, especially as lexie takes up so much space, but they just about manage to make it work. when there's not enough room in the car, lexie gallops alongside the car, keeping up speed pretty easily. she was a great help against the demogorgon in s1, being so big, and helps in the next few seasons, too. she is very protective of jonathan, especially when it comes to monsters (in s3, it's very obvious), but she's also very protective of their loved ones, and saved nancy in season 1 by going on her rear legs and hitting the demogorgon with one of her hooves. in season 4, she spends a lot of the season laying down and not talking, not even to joyce and her daemon, liam, though she always fights when the time calls.
nancy and justinian
before he settled, settling was all they talked about, with nancy often wanting some pretty bird or a deer, like their mom's red deer daemon, and justinin leaning towards cat, dog and even some big cat daemons. they have a weird relationship, with nancy trying to ignore him and justinian just wanting some care from her. when they find out barb died, they grow closer than ever through that pain. justinian definitely leans more towards birds and, when the demogorgon comes, he swoops down as a blur of white and scratches its shoulder, staining his talons black. they do research later on, and find out he's a gyrfalcon. that's the only thing that sparks her interest. other than that, she's a husk of what she'd been like before, with fake smiles and fake laughs and fake happiness so she can cover up how much barb's death had pained her, to trick everyone into thinking she's okay. in season 1, her relationship with her daemon is distant, while in season 4, they're deeply in sync with one another, able to communicate with just a look.
steve and delmira
delmira used to be a golden retriever, to make their dad happy, but after beating the demogorgon she went into a bigger, lithe form that was able to take easy bites out of the demogorgon's skin. steve's parents were disapproving and he got no allowance money for months, but he doesn't really care. after getting tortured by the russians, del and steve can go great distances from each other with minimal pain, only feeling a painful tugging feeling in their heart. they avoid doing it, to avoid freaking people out and to avoid either of them getting hurt but in season 4 they leave eachother twice, once, del and sherwin staying with the kids, and then again to protect dustin. del hates herself for not being able to save eddie, but her focus had been so totally on dustin. they don't blame dustin, but they can see dustin and syretia blame themselves, and they don't know what to do about it.
robin and sherwin
sherwin settled when robin was thirteen, for no particular reason. they did a lot of digging on what animal he was (no pun intended) and found out he was a bat eared fox. both of them don't really like it all that much, especially as he attracts the wrong kind of attention with his huge ears. during their time at starcourt, they 100% bet that steve's going to try and kick sherwin, or at least make a nasty comment about him, but he doesn't. post-torture, they can also move great lengths away from each other, which only a slightly painful tugging feeling. sherwin stays with the kids while robin goes to the mama gate, then stays with lucas, erica and max for some extra help, and also to keep sherwin safe, considering he's the smallest of the teens' daemons. he helps a lot with lucas's fight against jason's german shepherd daemon, especially considering how fidelia is a much smaller bird than, say, nancy's gyrfalcon. sherwin blames himself a lot for max's death, even though he couldn't have done anything, and sticks by robin's side a lot post-s4.
eddie and calpurnia
not much to say here. she settled a few months after moving in with wayne, a lot more people disliked him for his snake daemon and he showed her off a lot to make a point of his daemon. she tried to quench the bleeding around his neck by curling around it and putting pressure on it, but he bled out and died with her anyway, letting her turn into dust.
argyle and nita
argyle similarly settled early, only 10 and a half years old when nita stayed in the form of a capybara. known widely as one of the friendliest animals on earth, argyle was proud of his daemon, no matter that his mamá thought she was stupid-looking or his papá with his doberman had sighed loudly at the sight of it. she's touchy-feely with anyone's daemon, and likes it when amias, el's daemon, imitates him by turning into a lesser capybara, not quite able to match nita's size. she cuddles up with lexie a lot, and lexie doesn't really mind, often humoring her and snuffling her to please her.
(PART 1)
#argyle stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#jonathan byers#daemon au#stranger things daemon au
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I'm in the middle of writing a stranger things fic wip with robin getting vecnad and honestly? I forgot how fun it is to write angst lol
Robin faces being disowned by most of her homophobic family, vecna using her dad (the only one who stuck by her and still love her) to cause more harm
Steve having his "I CANT FUCKING LOSE HER" moment (frantically searching for her favourite song only to realise their mixtape is at her house)
Her favourite song is "I'm still standing" by elton John btw
Nancy yelling at him saying "we get it your girlfriend might die but your not the only one who cares about her!?" To which steve loses HIS SHIT bc nancy stop being bullshit that's his platonic soulmate and he loves her more than any romantic fling he could have had in the past bc robin was the first person to except him and ask if he was okay!!!!
Robin then having to face the Russians again, only this time forced to watch steve getting tortured (finally understanding why he wouldnt fully tell her what happened) plus watching/ seeing dustin and erica hurt and blaming her for what happened at starcourt!
She (like steve) blames herself for letting them get involved, she hates that her decoding a secret message for fun led to someone she now loves getting hurt
Everyone is not sure if they are more scared of robin dying in this moment, or steve, who the party is pretty sure has finally cracked when in his last attempt to find a song that means something to robin
Starts singing total eclipse of the heart like a muppet
Oh btw all 4 chapters (maybe more I'm still planning lol) are named after different lyrics from the song
Robin saves herself time by hiding in the memory of her and steve making thier mixtape (Steve's coming out moment/ Robin's dad being AMAZING)
I love Robin's dad in this hes a pretty cool bi king who just loves his two gay children (steve is his son, steve had no choice in the suprise adoption bit prefers him much more over his real dad)
VECNA (the bitch) tells robin as shes escaping that if she doesnt join him, she knows who will be next (yep you stevie boy ;))
Of course robin still escapes, but not without being utterly terrified for her bestfriend, not even sure how to tell him (or the others tbh) that vecna probably wont be targeting max this time, instead choosing to take out their hardest hitter
Que steve and robin having a VERY emotional hug (if they weren't co dependent before, they definitely are now)
Everyone else is just there in stunned silence bc gods damn it that was the most stressful 15 minutes of their lives and it got resolved BY STEVE SINGING BONNIE TYLERS "total eclipse of the heart" LIKE FRICKIN MISS PIGGY
Possibly gunna write a sequel involving steve and him getting vecna'd, (I have so many angsty ideas for this too (plus a bit of steddie)
and a prequel about the whole "mixtape" scene and stuff involving robin and steve being beautiful codependent queens being gay with a king that is Robin's dad helping them learn what love means where I project my 80s music taste onto my favourite characters (obviously that would include other characters but this is all based on platonic stobin so they're only guests lol)
Anywayyyyy this was longer than planned but maybe if other people like this idea it will actually get me to finish it (tho I still dont know how long that would be since I just started my new college course)
#steve harrington#robin buckley#if steve wont adress his trauma we will!#if ROBIN wont adress her trauma we will#im making my favourite characters face their truama bc someone has too#literally the character i make for robins dad may be one of my favourite parts of this lol#robins family is homophobic#robin has a crush on vickie too#robins dad is awesome#steve gets a good father figure#nancy is a bit of a bitch tho#max lucus erica and dustin are just conserned for their big siblings#this got wayyyy to out of hand#current wip#i might actually do this#lets hope for the best#platonic stobin#platonic with a capital p
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Nancy sighs as she settles herself on their bed and runs her fingers through her hair to get out the last hairpins. She knows she should be happy for Max and Lucas, and to a certain extent, she is. At the memory of Max walking down the aisle, walking on her own (or rather on Steve’s arm), after all the doctors have said she will never be able to use her legs again, a small smile sneaks onto her face. Max and Lucas have been glowing all day, beaming and only having eyes for each other and only briefly detaching their attention from one another when Robin and Nancy said their goodbye for the evening. But it has been a long day and seeing everything she can’t have for herself makes her heart ache.
When Robin comes into the bedroom, only wearing an old band shirt and ready for bed, she finds Nancy still sitting in her dress, knees hugged to her chest and face buried in her hands. Her mind was already wandering on their drive home, but Robin had simply blamed it on tiredness after a big day.
"Nance, you alright?"
"It’s stupid, I should be happy for them. Instead, I’m egocentric and pity myself"
She sits down carefully in front of Nancy, not sure what she should say.
"But the world's not fair, it’s simply not fair. I want what they have, I love you and I want to spend my entire life with you, I want to call you my wife, I want to kiss you wherever we are and I want to take care of you, in good and in bad times."
"Oh Nancy", Robin wraps her arms around her and lets out a long breath. "I love you too" An idea comes to her mind.
"Marry me!"
"Rob- we can’t, that’s what this is about."
"No I know, we can’t get married in the formal church or government way. But you know, apart from all the paperwork and tax benefits, all marriage is, is a promise. A promise for love and a promise for life. And I want to give you this promise. So marry me, Nancy Wheeler. It wouldn’t be official, but WE would know, and isn’t that everything that matters?"
"You know, apart from all the official paperwork and tax benefits, all marriage is, is a promise. We could get married. Not in the formal church or government way, but for ourselves. It wouldn’t be official, but WE would know, and isn’t that everything that matters?"
"Are you proposing to me right now, Buckley?"
"Ye- yes I think I am. Even though technically I think you proposed first when you said you wanted to call me your wife. But what do you say?"
"Yes Robin, yes I want to marry you in an unofficial and probably illegal way."
"Well I always knew you didn’t care about rules or having the right papers, Wheeler." Robin’s head points towards the sawed-up shotgun behind the door, but she beams at Nancy.
"Oh shut up." Nancy leans towards her with a smile and kisses the corner of her mouth teasingly before Robin could grab her jaw and pull Nancy in for a deep kiss.
#i'd like to think that they will do their little ceremony and vows directly after this kiss#robin will give nancy one of her rings#and nancy gives robin a hair tie until they come up with a real one#maybe i will write their vows at some point?#steve is hurt when he finds out robin did this without him#ronance#nancy x robin#robin x nancy
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If I were to rewrite season 4 of Stranger Things, Eddie would be Max's stepbrother. Even if her mom and Wayne aren't married yet, Eddie would probably take to her pretty quick and try to drag her to Hellfire. Meanwhile, Max would probably distrust/resent Eddie at first because she isn't used to having an older brother that actually looks out for her.
Chrissy would disappear rather than get murdered by Vecna, because that poor girl deserves to be happy. I feel like Chrissy would be a little more unintentionally aware in this universe and hums whenever Vecna is bothering her. Eddie picks up on it when they're out in the woods and in the trailer, but he thinks it's just a nervous tic. His attention to detail probably ends up saving her when she starts to float.
Eddie chases after her/gets her out of the trailer where he perceives the danger is, and the two are considered runaways until Jason blames Eddie's "freakishness" and convinces the whole town he's going to sacrifice Chrissy to the devil.
The witch hunt begins, and Chrissy is awake by now (I'm going to say due to Eddie learning which song she's humming), and Eddie's trying to take her home. They bond when Chrissy talks more about her home life, and Eddie points out her mom and Jason are kind of awful.
I really, really vibe with the idea that Eddie teaches Chrissy how to punch people properly because, if she's not going to break up with Jason, she's going to learn to defend herself.
I feel like Fred gets murdered, and Chrissy makes the connection to Vecna, so they got to the police to report it, and obviously are not believes. The search is called off because obviously they are both okay, but Chrissy is in deep shit with her family and Jason.
Eddie goes home and notices Max is acting strange and probably goes to get help from Chrissy only to find she's on strict parent house arrest. He probably has to sneak inside and get her or help her break out somehow. They coordinate with Max and the babysitter group at the cemetery and get confirmation about the music.
Eddie is now worried about his baby sister and his new friend he totally hasn't had a crush on since middle school haha what are you talking about Harrington.
Chrissy and Max probably decide to let Vecna get them together because at least they can protect each other and provide emotional support when Vecna tries to trap them, giving Nancy's group additional time to kill him when he's vulnerable.
Eddie still dedicates Master of Puppets to Chrissy, who he now thinks is the biggest badass ever for facing her fears for the good of Hawkins. HE ALSO DOESN'T GET TICKLED BY BATS.
Jason interferes and freaks out over Chrissy, but now Lucas had Eddie and Dustin to help him which means either Max's headphones don't get smashed and/or Eddie has his guitar.
Nancy's group successfully immobilizes Vecna when Eleven shows up to protect Max and Chrissy.
I think Jason gets to live a little longer only because I want Chrissy to put her punching skills to use against his face for hurting Eddie and putting her through relationship hell. She also breaks up with him.
The earthquake happens because of Vecna's wrath? Maybe he needed fewer people? Maybe he does kill Jason and triggers the earthquake? I'm still thinking about it.
All I'm saying is I want the Mayfield/Munson families to be happy, and I want Edissy to happen. The End.
#stranger things#stranger things season 4#stranger things rewrite#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#max mayfield#hellcheer#edissy#eddie x chrissy#eddie and max are siblings#i just want everyone to be happy#stranger things fanfic#fix it fanfiction#jason carver#i see so much of myself and jonahim in chrissy and eddie#its my comfort ship at this point#i might write this
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